Chapter 1
Norman Carroll stepped from the rear of the big car and tapped his cane on the glass of the front door. It rolled down and Carroll leaned inside.
"I won't be needing the car for the rest of the evening, Rocky," he said.
"Yes, sir," the young man behind the wheel replied. "What time?"
"Pick me up about midnight. And, Rocky, if you see one of your ladies this evening... please don't use the car," Carroll said, and peeled a twenty from a huge roll of bills in his hand. "Get a motel. The stains, Rocky, the stains."
"Yes, sir," the driver said sheepishly.
Rocky rolled the window up as Carroll stepped back. The car roared away. Crude, he thought, Rocky was crude but lovable, and very loyal. He also had the most amazing talent for finding weird parties and strange women on dull evening.
Norman Carroll paid no attention to the gawking heads staring at him as he spun on his heel and walked up the stairs to his club.
The gawking heads stared until he had disappeared behind the wrought-iron doors. What the staring faces saw was a tall, six-foot-four, lithe-framed man dressed in a three-hundred-dollar suit and sixty-dollar shoes. The expensive clothing adorned, but failed to hide, the muscular body that moved with the grace of a jungle cat.
The face showed the man's thirty-five years but retained the vitality of youth. It seemed to be smiling with both cynicism and ribald good humor, all at the same time, as if its owner had not a care in the world, past, present, or future.
And indeed it was true, for Norman Carroll had inherited one million dollars the day he was born, and between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five, he had added another nine million.
"Good evening, Mr. Carroll," said the tuxedoed doorman as he took the man's hat, coat and cane.
"Anyone here yet?"
"It's Friday, sir. Nearly all the gentlemen are here."
"Mr. Ruttledge?"
"In the bar, sir."
Carroll climbed the wide, red-carpeted stairs and turned left into the huge open bar.
He, along with Jason Ruttledge, another too-rich young man, had conceived the idea for the club out of boredom. They had been friends for years, both in business and in pleasure.
The club was a place where other men like themselves could come and lose all social inhibitions. Gambling was the staple of the main floor, sex in every way, shape and form could be found on the third floor, and the second floor was the club room, the bar, and the offices.
Friday night was a combination games night and show night on the third floor. On Friday nearly all the regular members attended.
Carroll looked around the bar and spotted Jason at the far end talking to a redhead, who looked familiar.
"Norman, old chum, over here," Jason said, as Carroll approached the couple.
"Jason, old chap, how goes it?" Norman replied, sliding onto the stool beside his friend.
"Terribly good. How have you been, Norman, old sport?"
"Smashing, Jason. And you?"
"The same," Jason said, "Have you met Sylvia?"
"No, can't say as I have."
"Sylvia, this is old sport Norman Carroll... Norman, Sylvia."
"How do you do, Mr. Carroll?" said the redhead.
"Well," Carroll said, "it's not quite hard yet, but if you lean over just a little farther, I think I'll make it."
Jason laughed.
The girl's eyes bugged nearly out of her head, but she managed to regain her balance. "A... haven't you two seen each other for a long time?"
"Not since one o'clock," Norman replied. "We both fucked Jason's secretary for lunch." Sylvia bit her lip and walked away. "She new?" Norman asked.
"Just hired her this afternoon," Jason replied, chuckling. "You've got to stop shocking the new ones like that before they get used to the place, Norm."
"Why... in two more hours somebody will jump up there and start screwing and she'll get the picture away. Then she either joins in or runs like hell. I've seen her before."
"She runs the deli down on the corner, with her husband."
"Where's he?"
"In the kitchen," Jason replied. "He's the new cook."
"Does he know?"
"Sure," Jason said, laughingly. "He's been trying to get a job up here for months, and I've been trying to get into Sylvia's panties for months... ergo, job goes with wife."
"You're a bastard, Jason."
"I know. How do you like the new costumes?" Norman looked around the room at the eight or ten girls serving drinks. Three-foot headdresses topped their Amazon heights. Buttocks and boobies squeezed and, on occasion, popped from the skimpy, too-tight costumes made of thin material that revealed almost all to the viewer.
He imagined them all nude with huge breasts, wide hips, supple thighs, and a lot of hair. If he closed his eyes and fondled each of the girls, he couldn't tell them apart. They were all from the same mold, size, character, and mentality.
"They're fine," he said at last.
"You don't sound very enthusiastic," Jason said.
"What's the action upstairs tonight?" Norman said, changing the subject.
"Five beautiful, sloe-eyed beauties flown in directly from Taiwan. They are trained, my friend, in all the arts, from French to Greek. There is also a charming couple from Africa who have an act that even you haven't seen before. All flown in by private charter, to return in the morning the same way."
"Chinese?"
"Who knows," Jason replied. "I haven't seen them upside down yet."
"You know, you're getting crude," Norman said. "In fact, we both are."
"What?"
"I mean it. We've gotten so jaded that the intellectual half of the chase and the joy of the capture is gone. We've gotten bored, ergo, we ye gotten crude."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Jason, listen. We put this place together so that we could have playtime out of the ordinary, sex that was perfection... something we couldn't seem to come up with anymore outside a place like this."
"So?"
"So we used it up. The club and the entertainment is getting to be all the same... and I'm bored."
"Hey, speak for yourself. Like last week, those four triple-jointed Amazons from Sweden... and the week before that the high-wire screwers from South America... not to mention new Sylvia's every now and then."
"That's just it," Norman said. "It's all not exactly common place, but it's crude... it doesn't have any class. A circus act to get my nuts off... c'mon."
"What do you want from a poor boy from Queens with only eight million bucks," Jason said.
Norman laughed and started to say something, but Sylvia stepped between them. Her jaw was set in a hard line and her breasts throbbed as they jutted in the skimpy top.
"Mr. Ruttledge..."
"Yes?"
"My old man just told me what really goes on around here."
"Oh dear," Jason said. "Yes?"
"I wanna know if the girls on the third floor make more money... I hear they suck and fuck on the third floor."
"Go on up," Jason sighed. "Ask for Alice. Tell her I said you could work the third floor."
"Jeez... thanks a lot," Sylvia said, "Do I wear the same uniform?"
"Sylvia," Norman chimed in, "on the third floor you don't wear any uniform."
"Jeez," was her only comment as she flounced away.
"What a waste so soon," Jason sighed as his eyes followed her fleshy ass across the room.
"Now do you see what I mean, Jason?" Carroll said. "No class."
Rocky parked the long car in the two no-parking spaces in front of the Ritz Hotel and climbed out. Cradling the fifth of Chivas he had purloined from Norman Carroll's private stock, he bounced up the steps and into the lobby.
"Rocky... how's my man?" quipped the desk clerk.
"Rarin' to go, baby," Rocky replied with a wave and headed for the elevators. "Don't bother to ring. I will announce my own presence to the divine Sadie."
"She's got company."
"What?" Rocky stopped in his tracks, turned and walked to the desk. "Just what kind of company is being entertained by my divine Sadie... I told that broad if I ever caught her turnin' another trick I would personally castrate the John and do tit surgery on her right one."
"No sweat on that score," the clerk replied. "At least, I don't think so. It's another broad."
"Oh yeah?" Rocky said, his eyes lighting up. "Well, then, that could prove to be an educatin' evenin'... two for the price of one bottle. Cheers."
He hit the elevator and thumbed number six.
"Sadie... SADIE," he cried, pounding on the door with one hand and waving the bottle with the other.
"Jesus," she said, throwing the door wide and stepping back for his usual rushing entrance. "You'll wake up the whole hotel."
"Bullshit," he said, grabbing her around her ample hips and pulling her into him, "the winos and creeps in his joint wouldn't wake with dynamite 'til the sun goes down."
He kissed her, mashing his chest against the voluptuous pillows of her tits. His tongue rolled like a darting viper into her mouth as he cupped one of her ass cheeks and roughly pulled her pelvic bone against his hard crotch.
Futilely, she tried to push him away, but she hadn't seen him in three days and the nearness of his muscular, ex-boxer's body and the insistent heat of his probing hand was exciting her before she could stop herself.
Her arms went around his neck and she started fucking his mouth with her tongue.
"Now that's more like it, sweetheart," he said, brushing his eager lips across the twin mounds of her tits where they bulged in white perfection above her low-cut blouse. "Jesus, baby, you got some tits."
"Shhh," she said.
"Shhhh, shit... beautiful tits, woman. You feel that down there?"
"Shhh, I said. Yes, I feel it."
"Well, let's fuck."
"Dammit... cool it, my sister'll hear you."
"What sister?" Rocky said, stepping back from her.
"This sister," came a voice from the living-room doorway. "You must be Rocky... I'm Sheba... Sadie's sister."
"I didn't know you had no sister," Rocky said. "Yet, I got a sister," Sadie said, grabbing the bottle and heading for the kitchen. "I got a mother, too. Ya' never asked, ya' slob."
"All right... all right," Rocky said, "so I'm sorry." He turned and let his eyes roll up and down Sheba. "Hi, Sis."
"Hi... is that booze?"
"Yeah... have a drink," Rocky replied.
"I will," she said, and moved to follow Sadie.
She was a good-looking woman, rough like Sadie, but younger by at least five years and better preserved. Her tits were higher, with more bounce than Sadie's, and bigger nipples where they fought the thin material of her dress. The high, taut cheeks of her ass bounced just a little too freely to be inhibited by anything other than the dress' clinging fabric.
Sadie poured drinks as they sat down.
"Salute," Sheba said, raising her glass and downing the double shot like water.
"Hey," Rocky said, "that's sipping stuff. You don't slug expensive booze like that."
"Who says?"
"My boss... Norman Carroll. It's his booze."
Sheba poured another shot into her glass. "Thank him for me," she said, and tossed it off in the same manner.
Rocky did the same with his, shrugging. He figured he wanted any of his own liquor he'd have to match her drink for drink.
Sadie slid into the kitchenette booth alongside her sister, across from Rocky, and they exchanged small talk while they drank.
"What brings you to the big town?" Rocky asked.
"Work. I gig a burly in a honker that puts out of here for the boondock south of Mason," Sheba said.
"That's nice," Rocky said, his eyes trying to focus, thinking his hearing might be impaired. "Now what's it mean in English?"
"She works as a burlesque dancer in a carney show that travels out of here for the Southern states," Sadie said.
"It's called Hunt's Mammoth Rides and Shows. The girls in my show are called Hunt's Cunts. We leave in the morning."
"Oh," Rocky said, shaking his head and downing another shot.
The girls babbled between them selves as Rocky drank and looked on, hardly listening. The liquor was affecting his brain and the two of them affected his crotch. Both pair of mammoth tits bulged at him over the table. The way they were leaning over, he could practically see all the way to their navels in the dark, unending valley of cleavage between their rising and falling globes.
He had a hard-on.
He was getting nervous and edgy.
He went to the bathroom and came back, twice.
He paced the floor, sat down, and paced again.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Sadie finally asked.
"What's wrong with me," Rocky replied, clenching his teeth.
"Yeah... what's wrong with you?"
"God damnit, I'm horny. That's what's wrong with me." Rocky moved back to the table and stood with his hands on his hips, thrusting his bulging groin toward Sadie's face. "I come up here to get fucked and all I get is a family reunion."
Sadie took a long look at the front of Rocky's pants and turned to her sister. "Sheba... I'm sorry, but [missing text]."
The other woman smiled and shrugged. "Hey, don't mind me, honey. What the hell, a hard man is good to find. Go!" She poured herself another drink.
Rocky grasped Sadie by the wrist and pulled her to the bedroom.
"C'mere," Rocky growled.
He cupped one of her pendulous tits in his hand and used his weight to bend her back over the bed.
"God, you're an animal, Rocky, but I love it."
"Sadie, honey?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's fuck."
She grabbed his throbbing cock almost violently and ripped his belt open and pulled the zipper on his pants down. They knelt, facing each other, their bodies trembling.
"Let me see it, baby," Rocky moaned.
Sadie pulled the bottom of her dress up to the waist and spread her thighs wide. The mat of curly cunt hair split enough so he could see the moist pink slit of her cunt.
She bent his cock toward her waiting pussy. "Honey," she moaned in joy, spittle forming on the corners of her mouth as she drooled over his long, fat cock, "your cock seems even bigger and harder than before."
"Talk to me, baby," Rocky said, closing his eyes and rolling his head back.
"I want to feel it up inside me, Rocky. I want to suck your cum with my cunt. I wanna feel your sweet juice shoot up me in hot waves."
"Oh shit," he said, his thighs trembling.
He pushed her back to the bed. Her knees fell apart, her thighs opening for his weight to settle between.
She looked over her breasts where they heaved beneath the dress. "Shouldn't we take our clothes off first?"
"Fuck it," he replied.
Her lips were parted as she shut her eyes, seeing nothing but the huge head of his cock clutched in her hands. Then he growled like an animal as she prodded the oozing slit of her cunt with the rubbery head of his cock.
He wanted to lunge, balls-deep, into her soft flesh and feel the milking, sucking tug he knew her cunt was capable of performing on his cock, but her hold was strong as she continued to tease them both.
"Easy... easy, Rocky, baby," she said. "Enjoy it... nice and easy."
Her hot thighs teased his hips as he reached down and pushed his pants to his knees. The head of his cock nestled wetly just inside the syrupy lips of her cunt.
"Now, baby," she said, "but easy. Let me enjoy your cock as it slips in."
Rocky held his lust in check and hunched gently with his hips, slipping the head of his cock into the hole until it held fast. She gasped, released his cock, then placed her hands on his buttocks. With the gentle pressure of her hands she urged him into the silken, steaming folds of her vagina.
He knew what she liked and how she liked it. It would be to his advantage to quiet his throbbing cock in the velvet sheath of her cunt until she gave the word. With superhuman effort, he quelled the bucking, pumping spasms in his haunches and eased his cock slowly on into her.
"Now, Rocky," she said at last. "Fuck me! Pound my pussy, baby! Pour your sweet dick into my belly! Fuck me, Rocky... FUCK ME!"
He drew back his ass and drove solidly forward in a stroke that ripped through her cunt and threatened to enter her belly. She gasped in both pain and pleasure as his cock ground home in the deepest depths of her clasping hole.
"You got it, baby," he cooed.
"I know it. Oh shit, do I know it," she said. "Don't stop, honey. Move it faster! Lean it a little up against my clit!"
She threw her thighs around his hips and rocked her cunt upward with grunting, juicy abandon. Her velvet sheath slithered again and again over the probing hardness of his throbbing cock.
Her cunt nibbled and sucked on his cock. She writhed her ass as her arms folded around his neck. Her thighs clasped his driving buttocks like a vise. Her wet mouth nibbled at his neck as her hands flew up and down his back.
"Oh Jesus. You fuck good, honey," she gasped.
"I got somethin' good to fuck," he whispered.
He held her tits while she pounded upward, ramming her cunt over his cock, and torturing her clit closer and closer to coming. At last the creamy juices of her come gushed from her labia to drown his cock and announce her orgasm.
She shuddered beneath him and called him beautiful names as she thrashed through a marvelous come. "Oh come in me, Rocky honey," she cried. "Come inside my pussy and make me all gooey inside!"
His mind was going crazy as he sunk his cock deeply in her fuck hole. He grabbed her hips and began a furious thrusting of his hard meat into the sucking length of her velvet tunnel.
He seared the walls of her pussy as her cunt, in turn, stripped his hammering cock. She screamed in bliss and joy as she came again. The heat of her clasping cunt brought on his first come. His balls spat the hot fluid of his manhood into her cunt, forcing his sticky fluid clear to her womb.
Then he collapsed to her side, hugging her fleshy body and nibbling at her breast.
"Oh shit, baby," he gasped, "I do love fucking you."
"You ain't done, are you, baby?" she said, giggling at the sensation of his sperm running out of her cunt and into the crack of her ass. She grasped his still-hard cock, her fingers quickly becoming smeared with their hot juices.
"Shiiit," he laughed, "you know the first one's always just a preview of what's to come."
She kissed him. "Your cum is burnin' me up inside, Rocky," she cooed, wriggling her body close to him again and clasping her thighs together to enclose the heat inside the furnace of her cunt.
"And I'm burnin' alive in here, too," Sheba said from the doorway.
Sadie and Rocky snapped their heads up at the same time to see the woman standing stark naked, her fingers squeezing the lips of her pussy together between her crossed, grinding thighs.
"Sheba... honey, I'm sorry," Sadie said, starting to sit up.
"Don't be sorry," Rocky said as his eyes scanned the beautiful, naked body in the doorway. Rocky studied Sheba's flowing buttocks and the upward thrust of her heavy, pendulous tits with their ripe, brown nipples.
Sheba provocatively met his gaze and continued to caress her body. Rocky felt his prick begin to harden to its full length.
"Sadie?" Sheba said.
"Hell, honey," Sadie said, gigging, "I never could handle all of him. C'mon in and join the party."
"That's my girl," Rocky said, squeezing Sadie's ass cheeks and letting a finger creep between them to tickle her asshole.
Rocky's cock lay like a log along his thigh as Sheba crouched at the foot of the bed, with her breasts hanging heavily between her arms. As she moved, the two beautiful globes seemed to leap out with a life of their own.
"Sheba," Sadie exclaimed, "you're not going to [missing text]."
"Sure," her sister said, smiling, "two heads always lick better than one. That is... if you don't..."
"Oh no," Sadie laughed, "there's plenty of him to go around."
Before Rocky could object, not that he would have anyway, then both started in on him. Sheba began rubbing her tits aver the soles of her feet while Sadie concentrated on his ear with her tongue.
Slowly but surely Sheba worked her way up his legs, back and forth, with her huge swaying tits. It sent wild sensations along the flesh of his thighs and his testicles started tickling in anticipation.
At the same time Sadie was working her way downward across his chest and belly with a darting tongue and sensuously kissing lips.
They were heading for the supersensitive area of his pulsing, erect cock. He gasped as he anticipated the coming moment when their mouths met at his organ and two pairs of hot lips caressed it.
Sadie's tongue licked his navel as her soft belly pressed against his face. Rocky's tongue trailed over the succulent flesh as he felt Sheba's lips work their way up the inside of his thighs, closer and closer to his fevered cock.
"Oh, Jesus... oh my God," Rocky moaned as he felt them reach their destination.
Sadie's lips found the base of his cock and her tongue rolled up and down the shaft, soaking it with her wet saliva. Sheba kissed her way between his spread legs and applied her fiery tongue to his balls and his quivering anus.
"What you waitin' for, honey?" Sadie said, sliding his cock into her mouth.
Rocky responded at once. He placed his hands on her buttocks and pushed her forward until his mouth came in contact with the oozing lips of her pussy. He lashed at the swollen cuntal lips and jammed his tongue between them to enter the heat of her vagina. His long tongue snaked and twisted into the folds of her spasm-rocked pussy as her juices ran down his throat.
"Move up, Sadie," Sheba gasped. "Move up and get on his face. I want to sit on this. I want this meat in my cunt like you had it."
Sadie flipped her body around and sat down over Rocky's face with a splat that sent her clit crushing against his nose and his chin practically up her asshole.
"Suck me, Rocky honey... suck me!"
Sheba placed herself in a squatting position high above his groin, with her cunt directly over the rigid spear of his cock. She parted the lips of her cunt with the heated head, wriggled her ass back and forth a few times, and then plunged downward, driving his prick home in her oozing pussy. The soft curves of her ass settled over the swollen hardness of his cock and she started a smooth rocking, fucking motion with her body.
In front of her, Sadie's pelvis rolled and squirmed on his face in uncontrollable spasms as Rocky's tongue lashed in and out of her seething cauldron.
Sheba's eyes closed in ecstasy as he strained his pelvis upward as far as possible into the hot meat of her cunt. She closed the muscles deep in her pussy, sending wild sensations of delight up and down the plunging shaft of his cock. As she gave his cock a bath in her flesh, she could feel the juicy effects of her fucking spewing hotly from the lips of her cunt to soak his balls and pubic hair.
Sadie groaned as she felt the flow of her come build deep in her belly and start for her clit. Rocky felt it too as he curled and sloshed his tongue in her pussy with ever-increasing depth and speed.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna come... I'm comin' real good!" Sadie cried.
"So am I!" Sheba chimed in, reaching around her sister's squirming body to fondle and squeeze the woman's tits. "Pound your cock up into me, Rocky! Hurt me with the head of it!"
Rocky's cock was pulsing on toward a devastating orgasm as her pussy pounded up and down the shaft. He could feel great gushes of hot liquid searing the base of his cock as Sheba started her come.
Sadie's thighs slapped together over his face. She braced herself for the overpowering onslaught of sensation. A great gasp erupted from her throat and her thighs flew apart, even wider. Rocky burrowed deeper into the gooey folds of her cunt flesh, his tongue and lips vibrating wildly to bring her off.
Then it happened for all of them.
Sadie's cunt discharged its store of love juices over his face, bathing his neck and ears in hot sweetness. Rocky swallowed all she could give and closed his eyes. He listened to the frantic galloping slop of his own pounding pelvis as it smacked upward into Sheba's bare juicy cunt.
The rhythm slowed momentarily. It became erratic and then started again. His time was coming and so was hers. He shoved his cock tight up into her glowing pussy. One long stroke and then another. Then a quick series of deep internal churnings. Then a frantic, last leaping stroke that popped like the crack of a whip and sent his cum rocketing solidly up her cunt.
When Sheba felt his cum cascading into her, she reached her own orgasm. His cock stuck deep in her and she gripped it tightly. At the same time she threw her legs high into the air and began a series of frantic, bicycle-like gyrations that rotated her pelvis in every direction at once.
Rocky screamed at the overwhelming and excruciating pleasure that raced through the head of his cock as she throbbed and cried her way through her come.
She kept up her manipulations until his cock was soft enough to slip from her grasp. Then she rolled over and sighed contentedly.
"Jesus," Rocky shouted, spotting the clock on the bedside table. "Is that clock right?"
"Yeah, why?" came Sadie's muffled voice from the pillow.
"Because it's eleven-thirty... that's why," he replied, jumping from the bed. "I gotta pick my boss up at twelve."
"Oh shit," Sheba cried, "I didn't know it was that late either. I gotta be out at the fairgrounds by one. Can you give me a ride, Rocky?"
"I told ya'... I gotta pick my boss up."
"So what?" Sadie said, raising up to a sitting position. "She just fucked you... the least you can do is..."
"All right... all right," Rocky said, not wanting to provoke an argument. "But you ride with my boss, you might get more than you bargained for, honey."
Sheba smiled. "I didn't bargain for you either, did I?"