Chapter 3
I had more time to get to the train than I had thought, so I walked down to the station and bought a ticket and claimed my baggage. When I got on the train I fell asleep almost at once and slept on the whole trip up to the lake.
The job at the lake wasn't everything that I would have liked it to be, but it wasn't bad. It was a big clubhouse right on the edge of the lake, and part of it was built on piers out over the lake, and the Greek who owned it owned almost everything else in sight of the place. If you wanted a cottage you got it from the Greek, and if you wanted a canoe or a rowboat you got it from the Greek, and in fact, there wasn't much that you could do around there that didn't help the Greek along somehow.
The place where we were to play had been a regular dance hall to begin with, but the Greek had put in booths and tables and a kitchen and he had big hinged panels that could be let down along the sides when it rained, so it wasn't like any ordinary open pavilion. There was a good sized stand to play from, and he had a nice amplifying system. The band Nickie had picked up was eight pieces, and all of them were fellows I knew and had played with before. We were to play six hours a night, six nights a week, and the pay was ninety-five dollars a week with meals and a drink thrown in now and then. Nickie had rented a big cottage and that came from the Greek, too. It wasn't bad for what we had to pay for it. I found him there with most of the other guys and we argued about who was going to sleep where and finally getting that settled, Nickie said we might as well go down to the place and try a rehearsal, so we did. Soon everybody was there and it was pretty good as far as rehearsals go.
Nickie had gotten together a nice outfit, and in the first rehearsal I saw that if he could keep it together he would have something that might take him places. He knew it too, and about seven, when we broke up to have something to eat, he was all smiles. The Greek had stopped in to listen, and although he didn't have any idea of what he was listening to, he sort of grunted now and then. Nickie said that when he did that it meant he liked something.
After I ate I went back to the cottage to change to the white pants and sport blazer that we were to wear. Most of the other fellows were there changing too, and they all agreed that we were going to have a good summer.
There was a nice crowd there when we went back to the place, and after setting up and playing a couple of sets I saw that they were going to like us. That was more important than just being good, and the Greek came by and grunted a few times and everything was swell.
We took it easy even for a first night. It wasn't like a pavilion job, where you have to give them something to dance to all the time. Our job was to get them into a sweat, and give them plenty of time to buy a drink and cool off, then kick them into a sweat again.
"Play that fast one," the Greek told Nickie. "The one about the Tiger."
We played "Tiger Rag," and the Greek watched the people dance.
"That's a good one. Play that one a lot," he said. Play all fast ones."
A lot of people I knew and a lot of people I always saw around were up there from town. Some of them bought us drinks and some of them just asked us to play this or that for them, but they all seemed to like us.
"We're going to do all right here," Nickie said.
I thought so too. I began to have all kinds of visions about breaking into the big time when this job was finished. There were plenty of rough edges, but we had something good to build on.
A girl came up and wanted to sing with us. Nickie turned her down and she was sore, but the fellow she was with was very nice about it. He said he knew how it was.
"You know, we ought to have a doll to do the vocals on some of these," Joey Tussle said.
Joey sang some of the blues numbers himself, but as he said, there isn't anything like a good-looking piece of ass to put a number over.
"Yeah, I'll think about it," Nickie said. We played on through a few more, then some fellow who looked familiar came up to the stand and said hello to me. He was pretty drunk and he wanted to buy drinks for all of us. I told him to save his money. I couldn't think of his name, if I had ever known it, but I was able to remember some of the places where I had seen him when I was playing. I seemed to remember that he always had a big Swedish looking cunt with him. I couldn't think of anything else to say to him.
"How's the girl friend?" I said.
He put his finger up to his lips and looked around.
"I've got a real piece with me tonight," he said. "She's out in the car."
"Why don't you bring her in?" Nickie said. "Let her listen to the music."
"She's got a load on. She passed out on me on the way up, but boy, I'm telling you, she's a hot cunt-slinger."
His eyes were pretty glassy, and he sat down suddenly on the edge of the stand.
"Who is she?" the piano man asked.
"Some cock-sucker I picked up. She's out there in the car now. Passed out. But boy, does she like to go down on it."
"I guess it's time for another number," Nickie said.
The fellow waved and stood up and walked very carefully to one of the booths. I knew that the Greek didn't like to have stags in the place, and while we were playing I saw a waiter come up to the fellow and say something, and then he got up again and went out as carefully as he had gone to the table. He was gone for quite a while.
When he came back he had a girl hanging on his arm. She wasn't the one I'd seen with him before.
We played for about half an hour, and then the fellow was back at the stand.
"What do you think of her," he said. "Would you think that a nice looking girl like that would be a confirmed cocksucker? You know what? She tells me her old man is a preacher."
He opened his coat to show us what he had in his pocket.
"Maybe you think I'm kidding you. I got her panties, if you don't believe me."
"Get those things out of sight," said Nickie. "What the hell do you think this is?"
The fellow went away while we played the next set, and when we were finished he came back again.
"She wants to meet you fellows," he said. "She says you got a swell band."
Nickie looked over at the girl. She looked pretty drunk.
"Tell her she'll have to wait. This is our first night here, and we can't take any chances. If she's around at twelve, we have a half hour off then."
"Yeah. Okay, then. Twelve."
The fellow went back to the table and we kept on playing, and the next time I looked over that way I didn't see anyone.
We played through until twelve and then Nickie said all right, to knock off. We put the instruments up and went out for a little air.
"I wonder what happened to that guy? That babe looked like the real stuff," Joey said.
"They're probably on their way back to town," I said.
We were walking toward the lake, through the bunch of cars that were parked alongside the place when the girl turned up.
"Going someplace?" she said.
She leaned on the fender of a car. She was very unsteady on her feet.
"Sure. We were going down to the lake for a drink," somebody said.
"That's no good. You fellows come over to the car. We have a bottle there."
So we followed her. We followed her out of the car lot and over to the woods in a section that had been cleared. There was a big old Caddy stuck away in the trees. The girl pulled opened a door and hunted around in the door pockets and finally, she handed out a quart bottle that was almost full. It was rye, and not bad rye.
"Where's the boy friend?" I asked.
The bottle went from hand to hand.
I watched the girl sit on the fender of the car. She had a real load on all right, but she wasn't messy.
"I don't know, he's around here somewhere."
"Don't you know you shouldn't be wandering around out here alone?" Nickie said.
"Sure, something might happen to you."
The girl pulled herself upright. "What might happen to me?" she said.
"Anything. There are a lot of fellows around here without women of their own. Take us, for instance..."
The girl giggled. "You ought to see what I'm going around without. I hope I can find that guy. He has my panties."
"You're kidding us," said somebody.
"I am like hell. Look, if you don't believe me."
She hitched her dress up. She stood up straight and pulled her dress up over her thighs and showed us that she didn't have any panties on She stood holding her dress up to her belly, showing a real sexy bush and pink-lipped snatch. Someone in the crowd whistled at the lush twat, so invitingly displayed.
"That's why I want to find him," she said.
"I didn't see that. Let's see that again," said somebody.
Joey said, "We've got a cottage up here. You can come up there and show us."
"Don't forget, you guys, we've got a set to play," said Nickie.
"Aw, come on. Let's see that again."
The girl took the bottle from someone and handed it on. One of the boys felt her ass and she jumped a little.
"I'll tell you what. Let's get into the car and wait for Dick," she said.
"What the hell do we want with Dick?" somebody said. "Is that his name?"
The girl opened the door to the back seat and climbed into the car and dropped into a corner of the seat with plenty of leg showing. We looked in through the door at her.
"Why don't the rest of you guys take a walk?" Bubber Williams said.
He got into the back seat with the girl and handed the bottle back out and went after her. She turned her face up and let him kiss her and then her arms went around his back.
"Let's see that again," Bubber said.
The girl stuck her legs out against the back of the front seat and pulled her dress up. It was already over her knees, and she didn't have to pull it very far to get where things were interesting. She really had a gorgeous bush.
"Move over, Bubber," someone said. He got into the car. The girl looked at him, but didn't pull her dress down.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she said. "Do you think I'm going to take the whole bunch of you on?"
"Hey, you guys, we have a set to play, Nickie repeated.
"This kid knows what it's all about," said Joey. "Why don't you be a sport, kid?"
Bubber had the front of her dress open, and the girl was lying half across his lap while he felt up her big tits. I saw that the other guy, Skeets O'Connell, was running his hand up her legs.
"You've got me half undressed now. What kind of a sport do you want me to be?" the girl said.
"We haven't got time for this now," Nickie said.
"Like hell we haven't," said Skeets.
Both guys had hardons busting out of their pants, and my own dong was standing at attention, too.
The girl had both hands around Bubber's arm, but not to keep him from what he was doing. Most of his arm was down the front of her dress; his hand was moving back and forth over her tits under the dress. Skeets had her dress up the rest of the way then, and he was just looking at her pussy and feeling her legs.
"Give me another drink and I'll take the rest of my clothes off," the girl said.
Someone passed the bottle to her and she tipped it up and handed it back. She pushed Skeets and Bubber away and gathered her dress and pulled it over her head.
"Now don't anybody steal that dress," she said.
She didn't have anything on under the dress, and she leaned back, her tits and twat exposed completely naked except for ankle socks and loafers.
"What are you fellows going to do, take turns?" she said.
"Did you hear that? Take turns. I never knew girls could be such whores," Roy St. Dennis said.
"You've got lots to learn. Hey, we've got to get back to the stand," Nickie said.
"Why don't you take us on three at a time?" said Joey.
"I suppose you think I couldn't. Anyway, I could take you on two at once."
She stuck her hand in Bubber's pants and took out his stiff prick. She opened her legs for Skeets and commenced to jerk off Bubber's shaft in her hand.
"Don't forget about me," said Skeets.
The girl pulled his cock out too, and Skeets grabbed a handful of her pussy hair and put a finger in her cunt.
"How about showing us some of that stuff your boy friend was telling us about. He said you could French like hell," said Bubber.
"Did he tell you I did that?"
"Go on, kid, you don't have to worry about us talking," said Bubber.
The girl looked at his cock and at Skeets' prick and she looked at the rest of us watching her, and I didn't think she was going to do it because there were so many of us there.
"Don't you think it's bad enough as it is? What kind of reputation do you think I'll have after tonight?" she asked.
"If you jerk me off much longer my cock is going to shoot right in your face. Go on and French it. It won't hurt you," Bubber said.
Bubber and Skeets lifted the girl to the floor of the car, and Bubber opened his fly wider and dangled his balls when he sat down.
Skeets had the girl between his legs. He put both of her hands on his prick and held them there. She shoved her hands down and the big head popped through the foreskin.
"My old man's a preacher. Isn't that a laugh?" she said.
"You know there isn't anything like Frenching a juicy cock. Don't kid us along," said Bubber.
The girl let her face be pushed down until her nose was almost touching Skeets' prick. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, and Skeets winked at us.
"Get down on it good," he said.
She held his cock and rubbed it around her face, and Skeets grabbed her teats and squeezed them.
"Look at her loving it. My god, look at her loving it," said Roy.
She opened her mouth and pushed the cock-head between her tight lips like a big grape she was trying to split, and she rubbed it on her lips and put her head down lower. Skeets' cock slid into her mouth and practically disappeared up to his balls as she moved her head up and down.
"I knew that there were girls who liked sucking pricks, but I didn't think I'd ever see one."
Nickie looked at my watch.
"We've got to get back or the Greek will be raising hell. Any other night I wouldn't care but we have to get back, fellows."
The girl Frenched without paying any attention to anything else, unless it was Bubber, and all she did to him was to hold his prick and now and then jerk him off a little. Nickie reached in and pinched her ass as she wiggled it at him and then he slid his finger up and down in her cunt.
"I'd like to jazz that thing myself. But, damn, we have to work here all summer, and if we don't get back, the Greek will raise hell," he exclaimed.
"Don't give it all to him. I'm here too," he said. "Stick your mouth on this, kid."
The girl lifted her head and leaned across Skeets' knees and bit Bubber's leg. She ran her mouth up his pants and licked his balls and then put his prick to her lips. When she took it, she swallowed it in one gulp. Bubber held her head down, and socked his cock at her.
She jerked back when he shot, but he held her head and gave it to her. When she saw that she wasn't going to get away she put her mouth all the way down his shaft to the balls and let him spurt his hot come right down her throat. I saw that she had swallowed it. Bubber pinched his prick and got another drop out of the head.
"You're not through yet. Get back down on it," he said. She put her mouth on his prick and licked the drop off.
"Here's some more you missed. Lick the hair," he said. "Get every bit of it."
She licked and sucked around his belly and then Skeets pulled her back to him.
"I have to rest," she said. "Gotta catch my breath."
She leaned her head on Skeets' knees and Bubber buttoned his pants up and got out of the car.
"We can't wait any longer. You can come in later, Skeets," Nickie said.