Chapter 9
THE NEXT DAY, SHORTLY AFTER SHE'D prepared and eaten a light lunch, Madge called Ava. When she heard the big blonde answer, she gave a little sigh of relief. While dialing, she'd had the sudden thought that Ava might've gone on a trip with Bert.
"This is Madge, Ava. Will Bert be home tonight? In the city, I mean."
"As far as I know. He didn't tell me that he wouldn't."
"Good! I made it with Linda! Yesterday afternoon. All the way, honey! How's that for some good news!"
Ava laughed. "That depends. Is she interested in meeting me or Bert?"
"Oh," Madge said after a few seconds. "At first I didn't catch your meaning. She's anxious to meet you both. I mentioned Bert because I've planned a party for tonight. Just the six of us here. You'll be able to make it, won't you?"
"If I don't break a leg or some damn thing!"
"You didn't have anything else planned, did you, Ava?"
"Not for tonight," Ava said. There was a short silence, then: "I was getting ready to call you, Madge. In Pact, I'd started for the phone when it rang. I have a iob for this afternoon and could use a partner. I had a request, actually, and I said I'd see what I could irrange. Are you interested?"
"Maybe," Madge said, feeling her pulse quickening. "Maybe I'd better think it over some more, I should've said."
"Why? What is there to think over? Either you want some fun while picking up some cash, or your don't. I have to know right away. The appointment's for two o'clock, honey. I have to make a phone call by one. That doesn't give you much more time to make up your mind."
"What if I said no?" Madge asked, feeling silly for stalling, as she knew she wouldn't still be talking if she didn't intend to go.
"Then my boss would just have to get another gal," Ava said. "Or send me to the two Johns by myself. They want to see a show, an exhibition, and I thought of you. I mentioned to my boss that I had a prospective partner, I mean, and he gave me permission to take you along. To give you a try, as he put it. You don't have to meet the boss right away. Never, if you decide not to go on any more jobs." Ava laughed. "And before you ask, I didn't have to give your name or anything. He trusts me and my judgment."
"You'll still come to the party?"
"And why shouldn't I! Don't tell me you think I'd be too pooped for a party after an hour or so of sex! Or were you thinking of yourself?"
"I'm always right in there pitching as long as you are, Ava. Or bitching, might be a better way of putting it."
"What's wrong with you?" Ava asked, her tone indicating that she was genuinely concerned. There was a little laugh. "You sure as hell don't sound like your usual carefree, sex-happy self!"
"I think I'm just a little upset because I helped trick Linda," Madge said. "She was such a sweet innocent youngster and-"
"We were all sweet innocent youngsters at one time," Ava interrupted. "I guess I can include myself. Look, do you want to skip the two o'clock deal? I don't want a sad-sack on my hands, that's for damned sure. The Johns pay good money and I like to see that they enjoy themselves."
"Give with the directions," Madge said. "And tell me what to wear."
"That's my gal! You'll dig this scene, honey! Hey, should I try to get in touch with Hester and Simon? They might be able to make it tonight."
"No," Madge said, glad she'd managed to keep from shouting the word. "I'm not even sure that Rod's ready for the scene I have planned."
"How about Linda?"
"She's like us," Madge said. "It won't be long before she's ready for anything at any time."
Ava said she was getting hot just thinking about the good times to come, then gave the name of a hotel, adding that Madge should wear a simple street dress.
Madge, already getting used to the idea that she was turning pro, said that she'd be there on time. Ava said that she'd be waiting in the lobby, then hung up before Madge could say anything else.
Not, Madge thought, replacing the receiver and hurrying into the master bedroom, that there had been much she'd wanted to say. Aside from a few questions, and they would be cleared up once she got to the hotel, it seemed that she'd said all there way to say. She was going whoring, and it was just as exciting as going to meet new swappers.
There would be no new female, of course. But she'd have Ava and two males. It'd be similar to a swinging party, really, the only difference being that she'd be making money. Pleasure for profit hadn't seemed to have harmed Ava's marriage in any way, and she could handle Tony if he did find out.
Actually, she doubted that he'd give a damn anyway, aside from the fact that he might not like to admit that he had a whore for a wife. Call girl sounded better.
Madge had been looking through her dresses in a closet. She picked a dark blue frock, expensive but simple. She decided that she didn't need a bath, having had one late that morning. A dab of perfume here and there, a few strokes of a brush through her hair, carefully applied make-up, and she'd be ready.
Nylons? No. A garter-belt would just be that much more she'd have to take off. The customers, the Johns, shouldn't be too concerned about how she was dressed. Seeing her naked would be more important to them. But Ava should've given more instructions, more information. Would the men be old or young? In their middle years, probably. She hoped they weren't creeps. If so, she'd make her first professional job her last.
Madge decided not to drive because of possible parking problems. She'd never liked to drive in heavy traffic, anyhow. She called a cab, then decided to have a highball while waiting. She hadn't had anything planned for the afternoon, and she'd be back in plenty of time for the minor preparations necessary for the party that evening.
She'd told Tony, in detail, about the fun-filled time she'd had in introducing Linda to Lesbian activities. Her horny husband, getting vicarious thrills during the telling, had become stiffly excited, and they'd ripped off a piece right there in the living room.
Madge had two strong drinks before the cab arrived. She chatted with the young cabbie, enjoying the mild flirtation, wondering what he'd say if he knew she was on her way to an illicit meeting. Not that a cab driver would be surprised at anything, she quickly told herself, amused by her own silly thoughts.
Tipping him a reasonable amount, enjoying the way the young man boldly admired her legs and buttocks, Madge was in the mood for sex even belore she spotted Ava in the hotel lobby. The big blonde was wearing a light green street dress and heels without stockings. Madge was glad to see this, feeling that she'd guessed right about one thing concerning her new job.
Ava was sitting on a wide leather couch just to the right of the entrance. She stood up as Madge approached. "I'm glad you got here early," she said, smiling brightly. "I forgot to tell you the room number. Hey, don't look so nervous, honey. You act as if you're going to be tapped on the shoulder and hauled off to jail just any second!"
Ava hadn't raised her husky voice. Madge forced a smile, hating herself for allowing her nervousness to show. She was just as sophisticated as Ava, except for the professional sex, and she promised herself that she'd soon change that.
"So I'm nervous," she said, glancing around, pleased that nobody was paying any special attention to them. "How did you feel on your first job?"
"I was almost nervous enough to turn tail and run," Ava said good-naturedly. "Come on, Madge. There's nothing to worry about. My boss has had a deal with the management for years."
Madge followed Ava to a row of self-service elevators. They entered one and Ava punched the tenth floor button before anybody joined them. They embraced when the door closed, flicking the tips of their tongues together before pressing their parted lips in a brief kiss and then pulling away from each other.
"There's absolutely nothing to worry about," Ava said. "The boss makes all the arrangements. We don't even collect the money. That's mostly to prevent possible entrapment, of course, but it also seems to make the men feel that it isn't quite so commercial or some damn thing. You know?"
"I guess so," Madge said just as the elevator doors opened. She followed Ava out into the hallway. "I don't understand why a man would pay, though. Or would have to pay. Not with all the free stuff floating around."
Ava laughed. But she didn't answer until they'd walked along the hall, stopped in front of a door, and she was fishing a key from her small purse. "You haven't given the matter enough thought, Madge. You know damn well there isn't anything free in this world. Not in the true sense of the word, anyhow."
Knowing that Ava was right, especially where men and sex were concerned, Madge entered without answering. It was a richly furnished suite. There was even a well-stocked bar. Through a doorway she could see a bed, and beyond the bedroom, a bathroom.
"They should be here in a few minutes," Ava said. "Do you want a drink while we're waiting?"
"I'd better not," Madge said, walking over and sitting down on a couch. "I had two before I left home."
"It's better that we don't drink," Ava said, walking over and standing in front of Madge. "Oh, we might have a drink or two if the men want it that way, but we aren't here for a wild party." Ava laughed. "Not one that'll last and last like I hope the one tonight will, anyhow!"
"I think we'd better keep the action in the bedrooms tonight," Madge said, leaning back on the couch. "I'm not sure how Linda's husband will react. Not that such things can really be determined in advance, of course, but I think Rod should be given more time before the way-out stuff. He might turn out to be a trouble maker."
"That's a gamble we take with all first-timers," Ava said. "But he isn't really a first-timer now, is he?"
"He hasn't seen Linda having sex," Madge said. She patted the couch beside her. "Why don't you sit down?"
"Because I couldn't keep my hands and mouth off you," Ava said, winking. "I'll have to give you the seventy-five bucks later, honey, after I collect from the boss."
"I thought it was to be fifty."
"They're paying extra for the exhibition, Madge, as well as for the chance to bang us both. They'll probably want to shift around, I mean. Hey, did you tell Tony?"
Madge said that she hadn't told her husband, Ava said that at times it was best to keep some things a secret, and then there was a knock on the door. Ava, turning and hurrying to the door, told Madge to just follow her lead.
Both men looked to be in their late forties or early fifties. They were neatly dressed, clean-looking, and appeared to be more nervous than Madge felt. Then Ava started giving out with a cheery line of banter that relaxed Madge as much as it seemed to relax the men.
Ava's fast and friendly talking had to do with giving thenfirst names, saying that they were both married and in the business mostly for kicks, and was ended by offering the men a drink. Both said they might have a drink later. But they didn't give their names, and they remained near the door, grinning and behaving, it seemed to Madge, like a couple of very young kids who had just been offered all the candy they could eat. She didn't see any physical evidence of excitement, though, and began to wonder if they were there to watch because they couldn't do anything else.
She had gotten to her feet when Ava had mentioned her name. She'd also plastered a smile on her face. During the short silence that seemed like a long one to her, she changed her mind about their ages, now figuring that the men were both in their late fifties.
One's hair was gray, and the other one, except for a brown fringe, was bald. Neither one would have gotten a second glance from her on the street, if she'd noticed them at all. They were just ordinary-looking elderly men, and she had the feeling that if five minutes passed without seeing them, she'd forget what they looked like.
"Well," Ava said, glancing at Madge and winking, then looking back at the silently grinning men, "we'd better not waste any more valuable time, had we? All I was told is that you wanted to see a show. You fellows will be free to join at any time, and may do as you wish, or make requests, as long as there isn't any way-out rough stuff."
The grins left the two faces, but the men still said nothing. Ava turned, swayed over, put an arm around Madge's waist, and faced the man. "Are there any comments or questions before we go to the bedroom?" She laughed. "Come on, fellows! Loosen up! You've paid damned good money to have fun, haven't you?"
"This is all new to us," the bald man said. "My name's Myron, and this is Ben. We've both been married for a hell of a long time. I haven't cheated on my wife in nearly twenty years, and Ben claims that he hasn't had but the one woman in all his life."
"I'm still not sure that I'll change that," Ben said, looking toward the bedroom doorway. "I still think it's kind of ridiculous for us old farts to be here like this."
"Ben's speaking only for himself," Myron said, chuckling. "You girls just go ahead and go into what I guess you'd call your routine. I'm already sure that I'll be able to get hard, and maybe a stiff dick will cause Ben to lose some of his scruples."
Ava's hand slipped down and patted Madge's buttocks. "I guess we'll just have to kind of improvise, honey. I'll have to admit that I've never run into anything quite like this. It seems that we have a couple of rather reluctant customers on our hands."
Madge had agreed with Ben. The whole deal seemed kind of ridiculous. As well as a little sad. "There really isn't much to improvise when acting out a lesbian scene," she said, smiling at the two men. "Not that we'll be acting! Have you ever watched two women making love? Having sex?"
"No," Myron said, dropping his eyes to Madge's legs.
Ben also looked at Madge's legs. "And it's beginning to look as if we never will."
Ava spun Madge around and kissed her full on the mouth. Then, clutching Madge's ass, she pulled her face back and whispered, "I wanted to see how you'd handle the old farts, honey. We'll go to the bedroom now and just let them follow whenever they're ready."
That's the way they worked it. Madge found out later that Ava had been serious about wanting to see how she'd handle things on her first job because of a report Ava was supposed to give to the boss. But the elderly customers, and the way they'd behaved, had even thrown Ava for a loss as to just how to handle the situation.
Madge saw the men entering the bedroom just after she and Ava had removed their dresses and were freeing their breasts. She didn't look directly at them, however; nor did Ava. They kicked out of their heels, peeled out of their panties, and climbed on the bed.
They didn't fake their torrid love-play. They didn't have to do that. But they rolled and tumbled and wrestled around on the big bed for all of fifteen minutes before actually going down on each other. They licked each other's parted lips, kissed with mouths wide open, and kept their hands busy and their naked bodies in constant motion. They took turns kissing and licking each other's titties, sucked nipples, tongued each other's thighs, and ground their pussies together. Fingers squeezed asses, probed cunts, and playfully plucked at pussy hairs. Madge almost forgot about the men a few times, and quick-triggered Ava shuddered through a climax about halfway through the wanton exhibition.
Madge caught a glimpse of the two men now and then. Myron was standing on one side of the bed with Ben on the other; both stared greedily at the girls. The men were still fully clothed, and she could detect only a slight swelling in the front of their trousers.
Ava started the final, all-important shift into reciprocating aggressiveness. It wasn't any too soon for Madge. She'd been dose to starting the glorious race to fulfillment several times, especially when she'd fingered Ava to and through a spasmodic release, but she hadn't had much trouble in holding hack. She wanted to earn her money by showing the men a good time, and she felt that it might take a lot of laboring when they did get aroused enough, but mostly she wanted to save her strength for the party that night.
Even when her face was clamped tightly between Ava's sleek thighs, and Ava's face was clamped just as tightly between hers, she almost wished that one of the men would climb onto the bed and replace Ava's tongue with his stiff prick.
But that didn't keep her from finding joy in doing and being done. Nor did it keep her from melting into a series of shuddering spasms while greedily bringing Ava through the same wondrous melting sensation.
They pulled away from each other without waiting until they'd fully recovered, finishing with Ava's head closer to the foot of the bed. Madge, rolling over on her back, looked at the two men while Ava was lifting, swinging around, and getting into position where they could exchange a wet kiss.
The kiss, Madge thought as soon as Ava rolled over on her back, should have been left out of the exhibition, because both men continued to stare, but their expressions were a combination of revulsion and lust.
"Don't you two gentlemen go in for the more erotic activities?" Ava asked, laughing and cupping her big tits.
"Hell, no!" Myron blurted.
Ben asked, "How could you possibly kiss after doing what you did?"
"It was just as easy and as enjoyable as kissing before we went down on each other," Madge said, not trying to keep from frowning. "Who the hell are you to be so damned righteous about anything having to do with sex? You saw what you paid to see, didn't you? And you enjoyed it! I saw you drooling like-"
"That's enough," Ava said, putting her fingers over Madge's lips. "You're here to do a job, honey, not to make a speech. Sorry, fellows, but this is Madge's first trick as a pro. The peculiarities of the Johns, if you'll excuse the expression, do take a little getting used to, though."
Madge forced a smile and parted her legs. She guessed she had been too touchy. "Aren't you gentlemen going to do anything?" she asked, looking at Myron because he was on her side of the bed.
"I am," Myron said, chuckling and quickly beginning to remove his clothes. "Come on, Ben. You aren't going to pass up a chance at all this hot young flesh, are you?"
Ben didn't answer. He simply got undressed. Soon, looking from one man to the other, she started to feel better. Both men were lean and wiry. Their bodies were surprisingly well-preserved, and neither had been cheated when it came to the most important masculine equipment. And both were tremendously aroused.
Myron, his stiff shaft swaying, got on the bed and between Madge's legs before Ben was completely naked. He braced his hands and arms and looked back and under while she guided. He gasped when the head slipped in. Then he groaned and lowered his sinewy chest against her thrusting tits when she lifted and encompassed the entire length of his rigid rod. He buried his face next to hers, on the side away from Ava's, and started pumping. Madge, matching his slow strokes, was able to watch Ben mounting Ava. Ben acted and reacted the same as Myron had. That left Madge and Ava free to kiss. Which they did shortly after the four of them had the big bed bouncing right along with their rhythmically moving bodies.
The men lasted and lasted. Madge and Ava stopped kissing and started screwing in earnest. They saw the surprise in each other's eyes, but they didn't say anything. It was Madge's first experience with a man getting along in years; she found out later that the same was true of Ava.
Madge, still a little angry because the men had let her see their scorn, wasn't using her inner muscles. She didn't want to give that special pleasure to anybody she didn't like. She'd also heard or read that prostitutes seldom climaxed with paying clients. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself. Any sex was better than no sex. But she wasn't having to hold back as she was sure Ava was.
"We could switch," She said finally, partly to give Ava a chance to keep from losing control and partly because she was curious as to how it'd be with Ben.
Myron and Ben lifted their faces, and then their upper bodies, at the same time. But they kept right on with their steady strokes. Ben said that he wanted it understood that he was going to get all he'd paid for; then Myron chuckled and said that meant a full hour and all the imagine tricks whores were noted for.
"Don't worry about missing out on anything," Ava said, pushing against Ben's chest. "You'll both walk out of here limp if it takes all afternoon. If, of course, you're able to walk!"
Madge didn't say anything, and she closed her eyes during the somewhat awkward shifting. She didn't like the insults that went with whoring. She wasn't sure that she'd even go on another job.
"Turn on, Madge! Snap like crazy!"
Startled by Ava's loudly spoken words, Madge opened her eyes. She saw the big blonde start to wriggle furiously. Myron was just holding on and in. She knew that Ava was also snapping or milking with her inner muscles. She'd been told that Ava was good at that, just as she'd been told that she was even better.
She'd accepted Ben and had been moving with his steady strokes. There wasn't much difference in the two men, the two cocks, and they'd seemingly thought the same thing about the two cunts they were using. Because without the kissing and the caressing it was too much like being used as a handy receptacle. She'd never felt so strangely detached during an act of sex in her life as she did with Myron or with Ben.
While mulling over these thoughts and finding fault with the Johns and whoring, Madge had put her body into furious motion. And Ben had grabbed onto her wildly squirming ass so as to hold on and in. She saw that Ava was coming. She mashed her open mouth to Ava's, returned the passionate tongue-lashing kiss, and turned her inner muscles on.
Within seconds she'd milked the throbbing tool dry. She didn't come. As soon as she'd pulled her mouth from Ava's and the four of them were still, she said this would be her first and only job.
"Why?" Ava asked.
"Because I don't like it. It's as simple as that. Don't worry, though. I'll help you sex these nice gentlemen to a frazzle."
And she did.