Chapter 7
Sometime later, as the two girls sat in the bathwater, hardly noticing that it was now little more than lukewarm, Amber found the strength to speak. "That was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me."
Debby nodded, quite pleased. "You've never done it before? Honest to God? Oh, I'm glad I got your cherry, then. So to speak. For me, it's all there is."
Amber's eyes flickered. "But, when you were with Charley a little while ago-"
"I sounded like a horny bitch whose ass was burning for a big hard cock? I told you, you've gotta play the role that Lou and Charley expect you to play. I don't know if they think I'm really that hot for them, but it turns them on to see me all eager and sluttish and excited, and if they're turned on, then I usually get off pretty light. Like today. I hammed it up, but you did the real work."
"My God, Amber, I haven't wanted to be with a man since I told you about my two-day career as a movie star. That killed something in me. I was no virgin when I got into this business, not like you, poor baby. I had two or three years of fucking under my belt, and I was kind of a Wilmington wild girl. Lou and Charley spoiled all that for me. But this, baby, this I learned from the girl who had the apartment when they first brought me over. She tried it the first night and I punched her. Later, after they carried me home from the movie set, well, it just happened. The way it did with you and me. It's something to hold onto, Amber, something that belongs to us. It won't change, and those cocksuckers can't get in on it, and they can't spoil it."
"What happened to the other girl?" Amber wondered.
Debby shrugged. "She went one night with Lou and Charley. They'd booked her to entertain at a private party in Brooklyn. She never came back. They may have sold her. They may have killed her. I don't know, and I'm afraid to ask, and I don't want to talk about her anymore. Okay?"
"Okay," Amber said, a little nervous inside. That girl had disappeared, just the way Lou and Charley had made her disappear. It was a scary thought. She leaned against Debby, felt a brown nipple warm against her flesh. "Can I do it for you?" she asked. "I want to learn how. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel."
"I hoped you'd say that. But look, if it's your first time, the tub isn't a great place to get it on. You'll probably drown yourself trying to give me head. Why don't we dry each other and adjourn this meeting to my bedroom? Your room has been empty for a month and it needs to be cleaned up a little and aired out. New sheets on the bed, you know? All those housewifey chores."
"Okay!" Amber said. "But let's hurry, because I'm itchy to give it a try." She giggled. "Guess where I'm itching?"
"I don't have to guess. Let me scratch it for you. Ooohhhhh. It's sweet and tight. It tastes as cute as it looks, too, baby. I could eat you all day, but, yes, I want you to do me, and yes, I want it right now, so grab a towel and let's get our asses into gear!"
Debby Fazio dropped her towel with a stripper's erotic languidness and she slinked her body onto the red satin spread covering her bed. Her body looked like a slender streak of gold atop it. Amber stood by the bed a moment, watching, tasting with her eyes what she'd soon taste with her lips.
Debby was a lovely girl, she decided, and especially now, when she glowed from her bath. The features were a little too sharp and cynical to be real pretty, but the girl was striking and attractive and Amber thought her stunning. No makeup, of course, but her face shone with a luscious glow, and her hair was wet, lying in thick sweeps around her face. Her nipples stood up in erection.
Amber sidled onto the bed, sitting beside Debby for a moment. She put her hands on Debby's smooth belly and rubbed. She got her fingers onto Debby's tits in short order, toyed with the appealing nipples, while the fingers of her other hand twined in and out the wet matted triangle of fur that shielded Debby's cunt. Her fingers bumped against the protruding labia, and she felt a little shiver run though Debby, so she did it again.
"Oh, God, don't keep me waiting!" moaned Debby. "If you're gonna do it, Amber, for chrissake, do it!"
Amber hesitated another long moment while Debby simmered in suspense beside her. She chewed her lip, rested her hands on Debby's warm damp body, and she wondered if she really could bring herself to do it. She'd never even had the impulse to make love with another girl before, never given it the slightest thought.
She leaned in, kissed Debby's lips, then let her mouth slide down the girl's body. She enjoyed having her own nipples kissed and sucked and licked, and she suspected the same might be true of Debby Fazio. It was. But what Amber Houston had never guessed was that having a stiff qui very nipple caught between her lips, to let her tongue tickle the end of the nipple and her spit bathe it.
Debby moaned when Amber's lips covered the end of a hard, firm titty, and the nipple grew fat and lusty in Amber's mouth, throbbing against the point of Amber's pink tongue. She sucked it harder, loving the sensation as much as she loved the pleasure she was giving, and then she hurried to do equal justice to the other nip. It was grateful too, swelling and firming, and Debby stroked Amber's wet blonde hair.
Amber licked her way down Debby, excitement building, and she was almost sidetracked by the delights of Debby's navel. She rimmed it round and round with her tongue, and Debby's belly quivered and trembled. But the smell of arousal was strong, wafting up from her new friend's pussy, and the aroma filled Amber's nostrils, enlivened her with the courage to go ahead and try. She licked down from the puckered navel, into the upper edge of the brunette whore's pubic fur, and the feel of curly little hairs tickling her tongue was just too much! "Oh, wow," sighed Amber, giggling. Her tongue shivered, then bee-lined for the crease of Debby's cunt.
She pried the lips open, roughly, using her fingers, and Debby gave a soulful groan which changed to a sigh of pleasure when Amber thrust her tongue into the opened gap. God, the taste! Debby was right! It was like drinking milk with honey stirred in. Or so it seemed, the flavor tingling on the tip of Amber's tongue.
Amber held Debby's puss open with her fingers and allowed her tongue to go where it chose. Up and down the slick red vulva, in and out the crevices and folds of sweet, dripping wet girl-tissue, back and forth over the mouth of the pussy-tube itself, and up to probe for Debby's clit.
Amber was having nearly as massive a reaction as the girl whose pussy she was eating. She felt a throb of joy shoot through her own cunt-it had been gobbled, and gobbled well, not so many minutes ago-a happy simmering between her legs.
"God," Debby sighed, "you're good. I can't believe you've never-keep in there, stick it up me-NOWWWWW!" Her voice cracked with strain and emotion. "My clit, quick, baby, suck me. Suck my clittttt!"
Her voice trailed off and she lay on the bed shaking and vibrating. Husky gasps seeped through her clenched teeth. Was she coming? Amber wasn't sure. Her own orgasms were different. She yelled a lot and racked around and her legs jerked as if she were going into an epileptic fit from the toes upward. Maybe Debby had a different set of responses. Better keep working, Amber decided.
She moved her mouth up to- Debby's clit, sucking, licking it with gusto. The little button was red and stiff, coated in a sweet juicy dew that never seemed to go dry no matter how voraciously Amber sucked the quivery nub. Debby's moans came from deeper in her throat now, and her body rocked beneath Amber. Amber rocked too, her mouth following hungrily after Debby's juicy, responsive sex trigger. She had her fingers in the girl's vulva, stroking up and down the slick, greasy flesh, and it seemed so easy, so natural, to work a couple of fingers into the sucking maw of Debby's pussy hole.
Debby went into convulsions at the first stab, her pussy milking up and down the inserted fingers, and she wailed in her deep throaty tones. Amber felt a chill run up and down her spine. She rubbed her thighs together, massaging her pussy while she ate Debby's and she knew that, given a few moments' grace and self-stimulation, she could burst into a massive come of her own, right here and now.
Faster, she thought. Faster and harder! She sucked Debby and she kept her fingers ramming in and out of Debby, fucking like a man. Debby's cunt was wet as a river where it engulfed Amber's thrusting fingers. Her clit felt as big as a thumb in Amber's mouth and Amber sucked and nibbled and tongued, purring around the little bud caught between her lips, while her thighs continued to massage her own pussy and she sensed orgasm nearing for herself, too.
Debby's clitoris was slick and slippery in Amber's mouth, rolling in the blonde girl's free-flowing spit, a delight to suck and nibble. It throbbed with excitement, pulsating rapidly, and Amber kept on pulling it with her lips, brushing her tongue back and forth across the super-sensitive tip. "Ohhhh," Debby groaned, thrashing about on the bed, rocking Amber with her.
Amber held on, and she kept her fingers stabbing into Debby's wet hole. Debby's thighs closed on Amber's hand, all warm and smooth and moist, and there was an overpowering scent of aroused pussy, flooding the air of the bedroom. Amber's head spun with the intoxication of that smell, and she wasn't sure if she wanted this to go for the rest of the night, or if it would be better on all counts to come now, she and Debby, surrendering their young bodies to passionate release. Oh, she thought, I can't stand the prolonging, I want it now!
She burrowed into Debby's cunt with face and fingers, and slapped her other hand into her own crotch. Two fingers jammed their way up the young blonde girl's pussy channel. The backs of her knuckles grazed the stiff bud of her own clit. And she was corning swiftly, a rush of juice and muscle spasm, and she worked faster, harder, on Debby, feeling the brunette girl suddenly burst into her own soaring come, wet and sloppy on Amber's face, with the smell of twat and the agitated flutter of muscles and tissue. Her mouth full of pussy hair and wet swampy twat, Amber collapsed onto Debby's cunt. Her own legs shook and twitched and her toes kept curling and uncurling and curling again. Around her two deep-thrust fingers, Amber's pussy throbbed and quivered until the muscles could not respond again, and the girl's lower body went limp. Satisfied, but drained.
"Do you think I'm adjusting?" Amber asked kittenishly, picking off a couple of pubic hairs that had stuck to her lips and were ticklish against her skin.
"Oh, baby," grinned Debby, sitting up. She held out her arms and swept the sixteen-year-old blonde into a warm, loving embrace, "Oh, baby, I think you'll do just fine! I mean, this isn't much of a life, sure, but, together, I think we're gonna make it. Jesus, I needed you! I didn't know how much until I found you, but I really needed you. Life is worth living again. Thanks."
"For you, maybe, but what about me? For the love of God, Debby, I don't want to be a goddamned whore! I never wanted to be one! I mean, I can't just disappear while the class is in New York."
"You already have," Debby pointed out. "You're here, and I've been told not to let you out of my sight, so here you stay. The phone? You see the phone and you're thinking you'll call for help. I know the feeling. That grease-ball Ramon, downstairs, he monitors phone calls from this apartment. And who would you call, anyway? The cops? Jesus, Amber, there are seven honest cops in Manhattan, and they're all pounding the beat over by the East River. Forget it."
Oh, Lord, the girl thought, it looks like I'm gonna have to get used to it. But what about my friends? My family? Oh, God, my parents-they'll be worried sick when I don't come home! What will they think, finally? That I'm dead? Oh, no!
Oh, it was so difficult to think of sad things now-now that Debby's fingers moved friskily in and out of Amber's twat. The pretty blonde teenager sighed and shivered and she lay like a rubber doll against the brunette hooker, allowing her delicate pussy petals to be manipulated by knowing hands. It was a sweet feeling, as sweet as it had been sour this afternoon with the two men who'd raped and abducted her. So gentle, she thought. Like someone holding a small fragile bird with a broken wing. That's how she's stroking me.
Amber reached down, covered Debby's hand, began to work it like a tool, the fingers scraping as they were awkwardly guided in and out of Amber's snug hole. "Mmmmm," she sighed, humping against Debby's probing hand. This was far and away the nicest thing she'd experienced all day, this intimacy with Debby. If she had to be a whore, and if she had to live with another whore, then Debby was the ideal choice.
"God, I'm hungry," Debby announced suddenly. "It's quarter after seven! We've fucked away the entire afternoon, you delicious little tramp! Come on, we can play anytime, but I need some food in my belly. Anyway, I have a couple more surprises for you. Come on. I'll put a frozen pizza in the oven, and there's some wine. We'll get smashed, eat pizza, blow a little weed, and roll across the living room like warthogs. Game?"
Amber shrugged. "Why not? I like mushrooms and anchovies, and lots and lots of garlic."
"Mushrooms and anchovies, yes, but no garlic. Not if you intend to kiss me. I'm Italian, but I draw the line. I'll go start the pizza. Sit tight till I get back, okay?"
She returned in a few minutes, bringing with her a bottle of wine and what looked like a thin attach' case. "This is the other surprise," Debby announced. "Pour us some vino and I'll get ready." When Amber came back from the bar with two brimming glasses of red wine, Debby had opened the case. In one hand she held what looked like a small elastic belt, in the other a-Amber stopped, eyed the object warily. Debby looked up. "Sit," she commanded.
She took a deep swallow of wine, red juice ringing her mouth after she put down the glass. "This? This, baby, is called a DILDO. See how cleverly it's shaped, of smooth pink plastic, to mimic the human cock? Touch it. Won't bite you. Don't be afraid. This is something you'll have to get used to, baby. We use it a lot in the business. I don't care a hell of a lot for it, myself, but we'll be getting customers who want three-ways, and we'll be doing private parties with exhibitions and train-pulls and everything, and dildoing one another is ideal for two-girl teams, like we're gonna be. See, I just slip the belt around me. It rides low, and the harness piece, here, attaches to the base of the diddler, like so, and, an adjustment or two later-VOILA!" She stood up, the elastic belt in place, the pointy, knobbed end of the hollow plastic sex toy thrusting forth. "I have tits and I have a cock, too. What sex am I? Girl, Amber baby, and don't you ever forget it. What I do with this thing, see, is to slip it up your pussy, like so-"
"No," Amber said, "I don't think I want to."
"It won't hurt," Debby assured her. "Look." She removed the hollow dildo from its harness and sat down on the floor, legs spread widely, feet drawn back. Breathing heavily, she began to rub her cuntal area with the plastic tip of the thing. It looked so real, except for the toy-pink color, that Amber was taken slightly aback.
"Mmmmmm." Debby jiggled the dildo against her pussy mouth. The puffy, protruding lips gave way and three or four inches of the object penetrated her snatch. She blinked hard, her fingers tightening around the four or five inches of dildo sticking out from her hole.
"I couldn't," Amber said. "I could never-"
"Can, and will," Debby corrected, working the sex tool with small wrist flips. It did a kind of corkscrew in her, slipping in, retreating outward, sliding home again. Not very deeply, just enough to give Amber an idea of the process. "Listen, baby, the stuff we did in the bedroom-I loved it, as much as you did. That's great, because well have to do it plenty more times, to turn on the paying customers as well as for our own private joys and amusements. And this is part of the act we have to put On. It doesn't begin to compare with the way I feel when your tongue is in me. C'mere. Use your hand. Screw me with it. See? It's easy. Just work it in and out. Not so fast. Oh, go ahead and do it faster!" Her face reddened and her tits heaved with her rapid breathing, and Amber screwed into Debby again and again with the plastic prick. It wasn't so cold now. It was heating from Debby's wet cunt and from Amber's clutching hand.
"Stop," Debby groaned, "stop now. I don't want to get so involved that we let the pizza burn in the oven. Take it out. Carefully."
Amber looked at the dildo. The upper half of it was coated and fragrant with Debby's cunt-juice. She sniffed the pleasant smell, then began to lick it with the frisky tip of her tongue. "Great," Debby said, patting her shoulder. "Well use it in the act."
She kissed Amber hungrily, took a drink of wine and kissed her again, passing some of the wine into Amber's mouth. Their wet mouths sloshed together passionately, and Amber felt her nips stiffening with lust where they touched Debby's tits.
Debby was the one who broke off the kiss. She gasped in a lungful of air. "Hey," she said, "turn on the TV! One of the stations is running a Bogart festival this month and Casablanca begins in about five minutes. We can cry through it together."
"Okay!" Amber liked Bogie too, and she hadn't seen any of his films in months. "Which channel?" she asked, turning on the set. It was an instant-on model and the screen was suddenly full of a newsman.
"Wrong channel," Debby said, and Amber was about to flip the switch when she caught the newsman's words. She stopped, fingers on the selector button, and she listened.
"In late-breaking news," the announcer said, "New York's finest cracked down this evening on a widespread vice ring operating in the city. Here, with on-the-spot coverage is Marilyn Bergman."
Cut to a downtown street corner, a woman standing on the sidewalk holding a microphone. "This is Marilyn Bergman for Action News. Only moments ago, the Police Department's special vice detail entered this business establishment -" the camera swung to the side and Amber was astonished to see that it was the Very store where she'd been molested this afternoon "-and arrested two men charged with pandering, bribery, and ... "
She talked on, but Amber wasn't listening. For the news camera was still fixed on the front door of the store, and through it came a swarm of policemen, leading with them two handcuffed men, one of them tall and lean, the other big and beefy, like a football tackle.
"Look!" Amber screamed, and her hand closed savagely on the dildo. She heard the plastic crack in her fist.
"Ohmygod," Debby said, "it's Lou and Charley! They've been busted. My sweet Jesus, maybe there ARE a few honest cops left in New York! Handcuffs! Look at the handcuffs! Did you ever see anything so cute as those fucking handcuffs? She grabbed Amber by the shoulders, hugged the young blonde passionately. "Listen-"
".. and Charles T. Roberts, both of Manhattan. Police sources allege that the two men have been using a store security operation as front and recruitment for prostitution. One informant, speaking off the record, tells us that Weber and Roberts trafficked for the most part in underage girls. The men will be booked and arraigned in night court."
"I don't believe it," Debby said. "Talk about an act of God, baby. Well, you're looking at it. Right there!" She touched the TV screen with her middle finger, planting its tip on the image of Charley and Lou in handcuffs. Amber sat on the floor shaking her head. "It's your out, you dummy! If Lou and Charley are headed for jail, it's an out for both of us. Anyway, Charley has an address book. If the cops have him, and they have it, too, and they'll be running down all the names listed. Which means they'll be here, and probably soon. I'm sure you don't want to be picked up in this apartment, do you? Goddamn it, Amber, do I have to draw you a fucking picture? You can go back-to whatever group it was you came to town with-make up some story about where you've been for the afternoon. Nobody will ever know that you spent the day as a white slave."
Amber sat on the floor, stunned. The report on Lou and Charley was finished, and it was back to the newsman at his desk. She stared at the screen, her jaw hung slack, and suddenly she was jolted back into reality. The screen was full of her-of the face of Amber Houston, a black and white photo on pale blue background-her last year's yearbook picture. She shook her head and something rattled inside. She could hear.
"Amber Houston, reported missing at six o'clock. Ms. Houston, who became separated from a high school tour group visiting the Big Apple, is described as five feet three inches tall, one hundred pounds, blonde, wearing a pink dress."
"God," Debby said, pulling Amber's shoulder. "This is your lucky day. You've been officially missing for-say an hour and a half. Tell them-oh, fuck, tell them you just got lost and wandered around seeing the sights on your own and you were in a store or something and caught your picture on the tube and realized nobody knew where you were-they'll believe you. You'll catch bloody hell, but it won't last long. Come on, you stupid ass! I'll find you something to wear. You'll have to make up a lie about your pink dress, and you can get your darling little buns on the street, back to wherever you came from."
She hurried Amber into the bedroom, found a sweater that fit the girl loosely and a pair of slacks that were a reasonably good fit, too. No time for underwear, Debby said. Amber stepped into her shoes, found herself being steered to the door. "Go," Debby said. "I have to pack a few things and I have about ten grand stashed in the apartment. Not leaving without that. Goodbye, Amber. Good luck." She kissed Amber, shoved her through the front door, and slammed it shut behind the blonde.
My God, I'm free! Amber suddenly realized. She ran to the elevator, punched the button for the lobby, and stood tapping her foot till the cab came up. The door finally opened and she stepped out into the lobby. It was just turning dark outside, night settling upon the canyons of concrete, and she made for the door. Just as she pushed to open it, something hard came down on her shoulder and she turned around in panic.
"Where the fuck you think you're going?" inquired Ramon, the doorman Charley had introduced her to this afternoon. The doorman who had been assigned to make sure she didn't leave the building.