Chapter 12
But when we got to the pavilion I found that they knew all about it. Johnny Mercer had been down to the city and he had come back with the news that Eddie Pelter was spreading it around town, about some society dame and me having cleaned up. So I had to tell them and they wanted to know when I was going to buy the drinks and I told them I would throw a party when it came through.
The Greek was there listening, and before we started the rehearsal he got me to one side and said that he wanted to talk private about some nice lake shore property that he was willing to let go cheap.
That was the first time he had ever spoken to me directly. Later he said that he had an idea for advertising that the lottery winner was appearing nightly at Castle Lake and he wondered if I could get the girl who won with me to come up and maybe sing a song or two with the band. He acted a bit sore when I said nothing doing. I had to laugh when I thought of him trying to get Laddie Jones up on the stand.
That night was another big night at the lake, and that night I found out how easy it is to be popular when you are really able to get along by yourself. A lot of people had heard about the lottery and they all seemed to want to buy me a drink, and I met more cunt on the make for me that night than I usually met in a month. Some of them were there with ideas for helping me invest my money, and after I had listened to a few of them I found out that the best way to shut them up was to them that I had it all invested in government bonds, and the boys in the band began to call me "Five Percent", and that is why that sometimes when I meet a guy who I haven't seen for a while he calls me that.
The surprise came when Laddie showed up late in the evening. Suddenly she was there, sitting in the same place. One of the guys nudged me and pointed her out, and she nodded for me to come over.
I called one of the waiters and gave him a note saying that I would see her outside. When she had read it and gone out I told Nickie that I was getting tired of all the handshaking business and he said sure, that was all right. Everyone was being nice. I left the stand and went out and found her sitting in the car smoking a cigarette. I sat down next to her.
"I'm sorry I was such an ass this morning," she said.
That was the way she said it, and those were her very own words.
"Are you drunk?" I asked her.
She said that she had, had only one drink all evening, and that she had come back to talk some more about the club thing and to see if I would go up to the lodge with her. I didn't say anything about the club just then. I asked her why she wanted to go to the lodge.
"I've been feeling strange all day. I hardly recognize myself," she said.
I waited for her to say more.
"I've been thinking about the things that happened last night. What you did and said and how I acted. And I decided that I wanted to come back and have you fuck me like that all over again," she said.
She took my arm suddenly and put my hand on her leg. She pulled her skirt up and held my hand on her bare thigh.
"Last night you said that I would be a good cunt," she said. "That's what I want to be. A real good cunt."
She spread her legs and shoved my hand up between them until I felt her pussy rubbing on it, and she threw away her cigarette.
"I stopped the car on the way up and took off my panties because I was coming to see you. And I took my brassiere off, too."
She pulled my other band up to her tits and showed me that they were bouncing free under her dress. Her nipples grew hard while I was feeling her titties and they showed through her dress.
Her hand went up my leg toward my prick, and as soon as she found my cock she tried to pull down my zipper.
"Let me get my belly against that. You can lift my dress," she said.
She raised her ass from the seat and waited for me to pull her dress up, and because I didn't do it right away she yanked it up herself. This gal really had the hots.
"So you really want to go up to the lodge again," I said.
"Yes, we can go up right now."
"You want to be fucked? You want a screwing and all that goes with it?"
"Let's hurry," she nodded.
I got out of the car.
"You can go to hell," I said. "I can get all the screwing I need without having to put up with the kind of morning you gave me."
"Come back," she said.
I started to walk away from the car.
"If you don't come back I'll take off all my clothes and run after you," she called. I stopped and looked back at her and for a minute she sat there and looked back at me. Then she pulled her dress over her head and got out of the slip she was wearing and with just her shoes on she started toward me, her pussy and tits bare to the evening breeze. I met her and took her arm.
"Get back in the car," I said.
She did, but I couldn't make her put her clothes on.
"I want to be fucked. I know a lot of people who would be glad to be able to say that they screwed Laddie Jones," she said.
"I'll be glad to say that I screwed her—once," I told her.
"Here comes someone. I think I'll say that you grabbed me and were trying to rape me."
It was Hope. She didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular and she stopped when she saw us there in the car.
"Over here, Hope," I called.
She came up to the car and looked at Laddie sitting there naked. She didn't say anything about it.
"I was just taking a walk. I didn't have anything to do," she said.
"You're the girl singer with the band, aren't you. Get in and sit down," Laddie said.
She moved over behind the wheel and I moved over to let Hope in. There I was between them. Then Laddie asked me for a cigarette.
I gave her a cigarette and in the light of the match I noticed Hope looking very hard at her.
"If you were a man would you want to shove it in me?" Laddie asked Hope.
Hope looked surprised, and, I thought, a little bit guilty.
"Well, would you?" asked Laddie.
Hope said yes, she supposed that she would if she were a man.
"Well, boy friend here doesn't think much of me. I just asked him to fuck me and he won't do it. What would you do if he treated you that way?"
"I think I would go and find some other guy to fuck me," Hope said.
I had been surprised at the casual way Laddie was using the words that had bothered her so much the night before. I was more surprised then when she appeared to be seriously considering what Hope had said.
"How would I go about doing that?" Laddie asked after a while. "I never have had any experience along those lines."
"You don't do anything. You just look around and there's a man and that's all there is to it," Hope said.
"Put on your clothes, Laddie," I said.
"If you'll come with me," she bargained.
"Why don't you? There isn't any sense in staying around here tonight," Hope said.
Laddie looked at Hope and seemed to really begin to see her then.
"Why don't you come up too? You can look around and find a man and we can make a real gay party out of it," Laddie said.
"Put on your clothes, Laddie," I said.
Laddie started to dress.
"I have to sing," Hope said. "I couldn't do that."
"Say you're sick. That's the only nice thing about being a woman. You can be sick and people don't ask too many questions.
"I don't think I should," Hope said.
"Don't worry about your job. Boy friend and I are going to open a place up near Dalville, and you're going to work there."
"Is that right?" Hope asked me.
"I don't know. I never heard that part of it before."
"Of course it's right," Laddie said. "You come with us and I'll tell you all about it."
And that was how the wild goings-on that happened that night began. Hope went back to tell Nickie that she wouldn't sing anymore that night and then we started.
Hope wanted to know all about the place Laddie and I were going to open up. For that matter, so did I. I was pretty much interested in learning what was going to happen to my cash. So Laddie talked some more about the place she had in mind, and what she had to say about it she said well. Hope became very enthusiastic about the idea, and I began to see myself as host in a dinner jacket and private office with the fancy furnishings and fancy blonde sitting on the desk like it is in the movies.
I finally said that I would go with Laddie and take a look at the place the next day. I suppose that Hope must have been as surprised by the lodge as I had been, but she didn't show it. We went in and right away Laddie asked if we wanted a drink. I told her one drink. Now that we were there I was beginning to wonder how things were going to work out with both of the girls together.
"You know," Laddie said when we were sitting around with our drinks, "I am going to dedicate the rest of my life to the pleasure of sensuality only."
She got up and turned on the radio and finally got a program of Wagnerian music from some station in England. As a rule I don't like Wagner much, because most of his music sounds like heavy beer hall music to me, but there didn't seem to be anything better on just then. After Laddie had lighted one big candle over the fireplace and turned out the lights it wasn't so bad.
"How would you suggest that I begin?" Laddie asked Hope.
She was still talking about taking up vice in a big way. I suggested that she might try drugs, but she didn't like that.
"They get messy toward the end. I'd prefer to cling to sexual excesses," she said.
"You haven't got the nerve," I said.
"That was before. I have the nerve now. I could do anything."
Hope had finished her drink, and Laddie fixed her another one. Hope had not answered the question Laddie had asked her, and she had only looked at Laddie without saying anything.
"I don't think you could." Hope said.
Laddie had handed her the drink, and she stopped as she was mixing one for herself.
"Would you have the nerve to bring more than one man here? Say four or five?" Hope said to Laddie.
"And be the only woman taking care of all those stiff cocks? I never thought of anything like that," Laddie said.
"You wouldn't," Hope said. "You have to have something in you that needs it more than you do before you can let a gang of men shag your twat."
None of it would have happened without just that one candle to light the room. It made for good atmosphere, although the music could have been more appropriate.
"Could you bring a woman up here for sex? Would you be able to try that?" Hope asked.
"That is something that I have thought about. I had a French teacher that I had a crush on one time, and I have always wondered what it would have been like if I had gone on and tried some of the things that women made me think of..."
"I wonder if they are the same things I'm thinking of doing," Hope said.
"Why the hell don't you two just take off your clothes and start in?" I said.
It makes me nervous when people begin to talk around something that way, and I wanted to have it decided and over with.
"I'm not bluffing. You know that," Hope said.
"I didn't expect anything like this. I thought that women who felt that way wore mannish haircuts and talked low," Laddie said.
She laughed nervously.
"I'll go out for a walk," I said.
"If you do that it will mean that I spoiled the evening. Don't do that," Hope said.
"You're not spoiling the evening. You are making it very interesting," said Laddie.
She looked Hope up and down, taking in all of her curves and goodies.
"There isn't any reason why I shouldn't," Laddie said to herself more than anyone else.
She looked at Hope's legs, and seemed to be staring right through her dress. Finally she put her hand out and took Hope's in it and squeezed and then ran her fingers up her arm.
"We could make it a very interesting evening," Laddie murmured.
"I thought of that when I saw you in the car without any clothes on," Hope said.
She slid her hand over Hope's shoulder and dropped it to her titty, but Hope shrugged her off.
"You haven't seen me naked," Hope said.
I went over and sat in a big chair facing them and left the two sitting on the couch together. The soft light did very interesting things to them, shining as it did on their bodies.
"You're not far from naked in that dress," Laddie said.
I looked at Hope sitting there in the white evening dress with the light on her brown arms and back. I could see what Laddie meant.
The two girls were appraising each other in quite a different way from the way women usually do, and I began to be very curious as to how they would approach each other.
"I think this is the way to do it," said Hope.
She twisted her shoulders, and the straps of her dress slid down over her arms. She let it drop to her waist, and she sat there looking proud, with her bare tits swaying a little and her hands still at her sides. Laddie raised her hand slowly and laid it over Hope's tit. I saw that her face was as flushed as it had been on the night before when I had asked her to French me.
"It's going to be a wonderful evening," Laddie said.
She looked hard at Hope's naked teats, and she handled the one she held very sensually.
"Yes," said Hope.
I could hear a note of excitement in her voice, and I had certainly heard it often enough to know what it meant. She took Laddie's wrist and patted her nipples with Laddie's hand.
"Show me your legs," Hope said.
Laddie pulled her skirt far up with her other hand and stuck her legs out in front of her. I could see the beginning of her thick bush hair from where I sat.
"I used to pray that I would have long legs," Hope said. "I wanted them to be just like that."
She knelt down on the floor in front of Laddie and pulled off her shoes. She took her stockings and stuck them in the shoes. Then she kissed each of Laddie's slim bare knees.
Laddie slid down on the floor beside her.
They sat close together with their backs against the couch. Laddie's dress had been pushed up over her hips when she slid off the couch, but she did not seem to notice that her cunt and blonde bush and part of her belly were exposed.
But Hope noticed, and soon her hands were straying toward the blonde spot of hair as though she could hardly wait to touch it. She slid her hand up Laddie's thigh and then down again toward her knee.
"A woman's hands feel so strange and soft and different," Laddie said.