Chapter 2
The show served its purpose. Before it was over everyone in the audience was naked and grabbing the closest body or a passing waitress.
The third floor was an ethereal setting of water beds, lounging bodies, and a raised center stage full of cushions.
The show started with the Oriental nymphs doing a fairly routine strip on the center platform. Norman Carroll lounged on one of the beds and sipped a drink as he watched.
The girls were naked now and writhing over each other's bodies on the floor.
"Excuse me, Mr. Carroll?"
He looked up. It was the redhead from downstairs. She was offering him a drink. He looked at her naked body and smiled. She was really a very beautiful girl, and she had obviously gotten right into the swing of the third floor. Her breasts were nicely rounded. Her pussy was shaved so that the lips appeared as a violent pink gash at the base of her belly. Interesting, he thought, it just might be a little different with this one.
"Will there be anything else?" she said, moving her crotch close enough to his face so that he could smell the tangy musk of her cunt.
"Not right this minute," he said, running his tongue over his lower lip. "But, perhaps later."
She moved away as Carroll heard Jason's laugh from the next bed. "I thought you were bored," he said.
"Not necessarily before," Norman replied, "but almost always after. She is attractive, however."
"Attractive, hell," Jason laughed. "She's beautiful, and I'll bet you she could fuck us both into the next county."
Carroll started to reply, but he was interrupted by a gong.
The lights had dimmed and a spot had been trained on the top of a stairway at the end of the room. Into the spot stepped a huge, ebony black woman. She was dressed in a thin gauze negligee with nothing on underneath.
She moved down the stairs with a slow, sensual grace that jiggled her mammoth tits. They swayed back and forth in chocolate-brown loveliness, the rich black nipples dancing against the thin material.
The girl stopped in the center of the room. She shrugged her shoulders and the negligee dropped to the floor, accompanied by audible gasps from the audience. There wasn't a bra made by man that could hold the gigantic wealth of her breasts. They were huge and leaped outward from her body. The areolas were black and shiny, with a satin-like sheen. Her legs were long and tapering, with bulging dancer's thighs that throbbed with each movement of her six-foot frame.
The gong sounded again and into the spotlight behind her stepped a young black man. He was naked, and his body had been covered with oil so that it glistened like reflected darkness. Between his legs, nearly to his knees, hung his cock. It too was shiny black, as thick as a normal man's wrist, and a cockhead the size of a fist.
The girl turned and motioned for him to join her. She stood with her arms at her sides, smiling at him as he walked toward her, his huge cock swaying like a hardening pendulum as he moved.
The situation quickly proved to be a game, much like the games of gladiators during Roman times, instead it was man versus woman, and instead of death as the final result, it was sex.
It was obvious that the woman desired the man in every way, but, because of the rules of the game, she was allowed no frontal attack, such as leaping astride his cock and pushing him back to the pillows to fuck.
Instead, she folded her hands and bowed from the waist in a formal way. As she bowed, she took the head of his gigantic cock in her mouth and sucked with a rapid motion that hollowed her cheeks and sent his shaft in a swelling, throbbing arc.
When he instinctively started to ram his cock home, she whipped her tongue around it teasingly and bobbed back up to face him with smeared lips and a puckered smile.
He leaped toward her and she eluded him, her breasts jiggling and bouncing like two giant melons, enticing as she bobbed and weaved. Again he growled and advanced toward her, his cock throbbing with sexual intensity. Again she easily eluded him, even though she seemed to stay in a tight circle on the stage and made playful swipes at his angry cock.
Time after lime his cock would approach her pussy or a hand would hold a breast only to have her twist away, until the obvious frustration was evident on his face. Semen that dripped hungrily from his cockhead.
Around and around him she leaped, coyly escaping his grasp. Her breasts brushed across his back, the cheeks of her ass hunched back against the shaft of his cock, her hand curled and uncurled around his balls, and her fingers groped and tickled his asshole.
But still she slithered away each time whenever it appeared that the huge cock would find a home.
Suddenly the clanging gong sounded again, and the girl stopped.
She opened her arms and welcomed him into an embrace as a shrill, sexual scream erupted from her throat. He collided hotly with her quivering breasts and her thighs opened to take his prick between them. She squirmed her wet cunt against his thigh as her tongue played passionate games with his. Her nipples hardened against his thumping chest. He got her down on the floor on her back. Still she wiggled against his thigh and her kisses were running wetly up and down his neck and into his ear.
With loud grunts and growls, he rubbed up and down on her full muscular thigh until the juices from her cunt ran, in streams down his leg.
Her vulva gaped open, teasing and inviting the entrance of his long black tool. But when he tried to twist around and move the head of it cock closer to her cunt, she again screamed and locked her legs over his thigh, refusing to release him.
With a blood-curdling scream, he managed to pull free and lunge toward her nest with his cock in both hands. At the very second when he was easing up onto her hips and placing his cock at the entrance to her juicy, heated pussy, she turned to the side and rolled away from him. But not before planting her teeth in his shoulder and bringing a spurt of blood in her wake.
Even though her cunt was dripping the juices of her passion, it was evident that the giant was not allowed to fuck her pussy.
In screaming anger, the blood from his shoulder running down his arm, he shot a hand across her buttocks with a loud thud that sent her flat to the floor. She tried to rise, but he struck her again. Two huge dark welts rose at once on the fleshy sweetness of her ass.
With another growl he grabbed her from behind and pulled her ass back against his cock. She worked her ass in such a way that the soft, supple cheeks surrounded his cockhead.
He was just ready to lunge into her asshole when the gong again sounded.
With the agility of an acrobat, she flipped her body over until she was flat on her back beneath him, with her legs dancing in the air above his back.
She screamed again as her strong thighs enveloped his buttocks.
At last, his cock nudged the wetness of her crotch, and her heels rode on the cheeks of his ass, grinding and encouraging him into the moistness that, only seconds before, she had been protecting from fucking at all costs.
She sighed and writhed, bucking and throwing her cunt toward the end of his cock.
Then it was his turn. He drew his huge prick back from her thirsty pussy, teasing her with the mammoth rubbery tip by running it up and down her oozing slit.
She seemed to be begging him with her eyes, her lips, her breasts, and her pussy. Her body was suddenly trembling and waves of throbbing tension rolled across her skin. She threw her hips upward in a vain attempt to capture his dangling meat.
Again the gong sounded. But this time it didn't stop. It went on and on. The increasing tempo began to resonate throughout the rooms in rolling booms. It made the two bodies on the stage vibrate as they slowly came together. The tempo of the gong increased exactly in rhythm with the ramming friction of his cock slamming and plunging in her tightly squeezing, hot, slick cunt.
The tempo of their fucking and the rattle of the gong was soon surpassed by their screaming, chanting voices as they both neared a climax. They both began an erratic, wild, twisting motion that rolled their bodies around and around on the carpeted floor. A chorus of shrieking native flutes went wild overhead. The room burst with alternate red and blue flashbulbs.
And then, the big black was pumping come into her cunt like a fire hose.
As she answered his climax with her own, the quiet rumble of the gong receded into silence. He had pumped himself dry up her spasming cunt, and he lay between her lush breasts, feeling the galloping of her heart so very near his own.
At the height of his orgasm the pale blue lights had come up on the audience and the girls from Taiwan had emerged from behind the stage. They moved into the audience and around the beds. "Now the fun starts," Jason said, from the adjacent bed, jacking his long cock.
Norman was excited, not wild, but excited. Beside his bed stood a dark-skinned, full-breasted, lithe-hipped, Oriental girl in a low-necked yellow dress that showed off her moon-colored breasts.
As Carroll smiled, she reached into her dress and lifted out one of those luscious globes. She squeezed it, forcing the tiny, sharp, black nipple to point directly toward his eye.
He smiled again and nodded. She produced the other breast, then undulated her body in such a way that the dress slithered to the ground around her ankles. She stood there at the foot of his bed cupping her breasts, clad only in a sheer and frilly pair of black bikini briefs.
She rubbed the black frills of pubic hair hiding hers cunt. She rocked her pelvis suggestively, making a wide O around her waiting cunt with the thumb and forefingers of both hands. Carroll's eyes seemed to be staring into a bottomless void in the center of her fingers. He began to breathe faster, stroking the sluggishly rising length of his cock.
Carroll heard Jason groan. He turned his head to the man in the next bed.
Jason's cock was pounding at full erection. The end was pulsing and oozing in frantic impatience to be buried in the soft slithering flesh of some female.
Carroll pulled down his pants and grasped his cock. It was beyond the point of boredom now. With beautiful pussy so close to him he could always perform. It was after the performance was over that he yearned for more.
He looked back at the ready thighs and breasts of the girl, who, returning his gaze, moved close to the edge of the bed. He could smell the heated musk of her cunt. She stopped at the edge of the bed and put one foot up on it. The sheer cloth stretched tightly over her crotch, and Carroll could see the lips of her swollen, pouting cunt.
Hot waves of musk seared his flaring nostrils. She swung her knee to the side and rocked her pelvis forward. He was not surprised to see that her panties were slit up the center of the crotch and between the two rows of fringe was the bulging bare mound of her cunt.
"You do not look to be ready," said the girl, reaching out and touching the tip of Carroll's cock. "You do not like me?"
"You'll do," Carroll chuckled, "you'll be fine." She stepped up onto the bed with her bare feet and walked carefully over him, stepping over his outstretched thighs to look down at his pulsing cock. He looked up her long full thighs to see her cunt peeking pinkly out from the black panties. The crotch of her panties surrounding the slit was sopping wet with her oozing cuntal juices.
Carroll licked his lips at the inviting sight.
"Should I fuck you or eat you first?"
"I think," she said, "that you need more enticement, my friend. Much more."
She snapped her fingers and barked a command. From somewhere above the bed, she produced two bolos. With unerring accuracy she flipped them upward until they twirled around the curtain rods that ran above the beds.
At once he surmised her intent and smiled his pleasure at her game.
Grasping the bolos in each hand, she rocked forward into a horizontal position, her breasts bobbing within a foot of Carroll's face. His tongue snaked out and stroked her nipple as she bobbed closer. She sighed with pleasure and with a deft kick of her leg caused herself to swing forward, raking her rigid nipple across his forehead before she swung to the horizontal position. Two feet above his face her black crotch swung. She kicked her feet and swung again, this time the arc of her swing brought her knees in line with his face.
By this time the erotic play had hardened Carroll's cock. He was on the verge of leaping up and grabbing her so he could roll her beneath him and ream his now-throbbing cock into her juicy dark slit.
Then he noticed that the bolos were slowing as she swung above his face, lowering her closer and closer to his cock.
Back and forth she went, lower and lower.
Now she missed his cock by no more than six inches as her cunt swooped past. He forced himself to wait for her wet red mouth to descend low enough for her wagging wet tongue to brush across his throbbing rod. At last the tip of her tongue zipped across his cock and sent a chill racing up his spine. His back arched and his hips raised up off the bed for the return swing, and the slick tip of his cock rippled across her left breast just before she caught it fully in her mouth for a quick sucking second.
Carroll felt he had to get his cock into something and had to do it fast. She swung back. This time he arched higher. His cock streaked along her bare belly and down between her thighs only to be caressed at the last instant by her trailing ankles. At the end of the swing she threw her legs wide. As her hips flashed past his face, he saw the oozing pink slit of her cunt in the black-fringe frame of her panties. An instant later, she released her grip on the bolos and came crashing down on his waiting cock.
With the delicious impact of her cunt sloshing up tight around his cock and her pelvis grinding down hard on his, he grabbed her around the shoulders.
She writhed and he felt his cock churning around inside her. He drew back his haunches and slammed up into her again and again. Her hard nipples bit into his chest and the black fringe of her panties mashed firmly into his pubic hair. Fluids ran down the shaft of his cock as he struggled and squirmed to ream deeper up into her tight active vagina. Her arms were clasped tightly around the middle of his back.
She hunched her muscular thighs into him once, and then again, reaming his cock deep into her and bumping it on the mouth of her womb. She screamed in ecstasy and opened her thighs wide.
Slowly but surely, they started slipping off the bed. They hung there upside down with the blood running to their heads. Carroll pushed himself upward six inches toward her feet and then let himself fall back up tight into her cunt with a delightful sucking slap. Again and again he did that lift and drop that pounded her swaying cunt unmercifully.
The way her cunt was beginning to clench and the way she threw her hard nipples into his chest, squirming and twitching her pelvis, Carroll knew that he was driving her over the edge. The thumping jolts in his twitching cock told him that he would soon unload his come up her spasming hole.
"Fuck! Fuuuuck!" he yelled into the swirling air.
He began to come. As he came, she threw her legs around his waist. The movement of her legs flipped them suddenly from a heads-down to a heads-up position.
Just as a load of come squirted deep into her cunt, he moved slickly between her sweaty thighs to land on his back in the center of the bed. He continued to ejaculate as a hot mouth closed down over his cock and sucked up everything. Soft, caressing hands tickled. This writhing orgasming body and wet kisses closed over his navel, nipples and mouth. Carroll spasmed over and over and over, coming and coming until his cock became limp.
Back downstairs in the bar, Norman Carroll felt bored again.
He said as much to Jason and the other four men with him in the booth.
"Well, what the hell do you want?" asked Leroy Harris, a well-to-do socialite.
"I want a challenge," he replied.
"What kind of challenge?" Jason asked.
"I want a woman with class, intelligence, beauty, and erotic ability that..." he paused, thinking. "That I would pay five-thousand dollars to fuck and consider myself lucky that she was willing."
"There is no such woman," said Jed Willis, another millionaire.
"How do you know? Have you ever looked?" Carroll said, rising now to his subject. "Have you ever tried to find the ultimate woman... the Venus that you would gladly pay five-thousand dollars an evening for?"
"If there is such a woman, she wouldn't need the money anyway... so what's the point?" piped up Leslie Thompson, the oldest of the group.
"That's right," said David Sayer, the fifth member.
"Then I would create her," Carroll said, his face beaming with a sudden idea.
"You'd what??" Jason said.
"I'll create her. I'll take a girl who has none of those qualities and I'll give them to her to the extent that each of you would pay five grand for her pleasures."
"Bullshit," said Willis.
"I agree," chimed in David Sayer.
"I don't think so," agreed Leroy Harris. "I'll bet you," said Carroll, his mind racing now. "You'll what?" said the five in unison. "I'll bet you twenty-five thousand against five from each of you that I can take a waif off the streets, turn her into the woman I've described, and put her in a situation that will leave you panting to pay five-thousand for the privilege."
"And what if you could? That means it would cost us ten," Jason said.
"Only if all five of you succumb," Norman said. "If one of you holds out he's five thousand richer and the rest of you get your money back."
"And the girl gets whatever we pay, huh?" said Leslie Thompson.
"That's right... well, what do you say, old sports? Is it a bet?"
They looked at each other, then at Carroll, then down at the table. Jason Ruttledge stood up and slapped the table. "What the hell," he said. "I'm in."
In a matter of seconds the other four agreed and Norman Carroll was heading for the door to find his waif.
"Jesus," Jed whispered, "a twenty-five-grand piece!"