Chapter 9
What if Jean Schuyler should take up his rash offer to screw her for nothing anytime, any place? Rod wondered why he had broken the unwritten code of the male stud: "Never for pleasure-only." Jean was the most attractive girl he'd ever met, but how could he possibly keep working at Olga's house and satisfy her normal feminine fuck demands? He was rapidly getting himself into an impossible situation, physically he was beginning to feel like a wreck. Yet he missed Jean and wanted to see her and ball her again.
There was worry on another score, in the fact that Olga had been very distant with him lately. Several times he'd caught her looking at him with a suspicious glint in her eyes. Had she, in fact, had his room bugged? Did she know about his secret deal with Jean? Rod had heard it rumored about the house of her boys, although a hidden mike was yet to be uncovered in any of the upstairs rooms. Maybe he was just jumpy. Too much cunt lately as all the female customers seemed to demand his prick these days.
Another worry dogged him. He saw that he was daily and nightly becoming more reconciled to his easy existence. The guilt pangs were lessening with time and every appointment, no matter what "extras" he was called upon to perform. He was able to take almost anything in his stride now. There were limits, of course, but "almost" included practically everything from the "dog" fucking position to ass-fucking and a few beatings thrown in.
If I'm ever going to break out of this snakepit, Rod thought to himself lazily, I'm going to have to do its soon, before I get so use to fucking a variety of women and getting paid for it that I'll never break out of the cunts. And what's holding me back?
Insecurity was what was deterring him. For even though he now had almost 4,000 tucked away in a cozy, neighborhood bank, he still wasn't ready to call it quits. One more time, he kept telling himself. I'll wait until I get 350 more socked away. Then I'll quit.
One more time came and went, $500 became $1,000. And still he couldn't sever his connections with the house. Rod was often to recall Olga's remark when she first interviewed him and could add one of his own. For he was not only a drifter, but a lazy bum in the bargain.
Kenny laughed outright when Rod even hinted at leaving the house. "You'll never break. The one time you'll ditch this place is when you can't raise up the old cock any more. You're nuts to even think of leaving a soft touch like this. Besides, what you gonna leave to? If you think you're gonna make the big time in T.V., even for that penny ante deal with that Willman jerk, you're out of your ever lovin'.
"Take it from one who knows. I tried. There ain't no pot of gold at the end of that rainbow. You've found your gold mine right here. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it? And one more thing. What makes you think Olga's ever going to let you go?"
"She's got no hold on me," Rod had retorted.
"Hasn't she?" Ken had leered. And Rod had felt a bar of lead settle in the pit of his stomach.
So there were reasons. Good ones. But the most realistic one was the fact that there was no shooting schedule on the Willman film. They were still lacking a script. Why should I go off on a wild goose chase? Rod argued. Quit this deal for a "maybe" venture that hasn't netted me one red cent so far? A deal which, even if and when it jells, guarantees me only a measly $600?
Small wonder his enthusiasm for a bold break from the cunt house became more faint. And he realized it was going to take something more violent than a guilty conscience to jolt him from this soft berth.
Which devastating development wasn't long in coming, the whore-madam of the house in Riverside being all-too-obliging in this respect. For on Wednesday and Saturday of that next week, Rod was destined to meet with two disgusting women, who would sicken him, turn even his case hardened guts.
The first in the person of Mrs. Vivian Gabriel, who, having recently returned from the Coast was starved for some of the exotic fucking she'd experienced in Rod's playpen. She hot-footed if for Riverdale as fast as her trembly legs could carry her, planked down her $250 and scooted for Rod.
"Baby boy," she simpered, in what passes for coy mischief and pique among the over-the-hill set, "you've been a naughty Rod. Where've you been? I've missed you."
"I missed you too, Vivian," he lied. "It just seemed we couldn't make connections." He put his arm about her in a comradely way, and she flushed, leaned heavily upon him. "At any rate, I'm glad you're back."
"You didn't answer my question, dear."
"Well, if you must know, dear," he grinned, "I was off trying to get into T.V."
"Oh? How exciting. Any luck?"
"They were full up. No room. So I had to come back home with my cocky between my legs."
"That's a shame," she clucked. "I mean that you didn't get a chance. You're so handsome, I'd think they'd be falling over themselves to sign you up." She slid her hand inside his jacket, caressed his back. "But in another way it's good. I'd never have been screwed by you again had you been successful."
"And you wouldn't have liked that, would you, dear?"
A betraying shudder went through her. Talk about passion, Rod marveled. "No, Rod, I wouldn't have. Not at all."
"Here, Vivian. Sit down, Let's have a drink. To sort of blur the edge a little. You follow me?"
Her eyes were evil, darting coals. "Of course, dear. We can be as naughty as we please then."
"That's right, honey."
"Oh, Rod, you get me all stirred up inside. I forget what I'm doing, I don't know how to act."
"From thinking about that big prick that's going to plow you, huh, doll?" Keep it up, he mocked inwardly warming to the parodied passion, getting a tremendous jolt out of baiting the love-starved woman, you'll have her shooting her juice before she ever hits that bed.
"Please Rod, don't poke fun. I can't help it if I'm like this. I'm not used to men like you. Men, period. Men who are so cocksure and arrogant, who fuck you any time they want and who use their women like cattle."
"Who take the pussy you're dying to give, don't you mean?"
"Please, Rod, don't be vulgar."
"Vulgar?" he faked irritation. "Maybe I'm too vulgar for your elite tastes. Maybe you'd just as soon not let me screw you tonight. Maybe I could call down get you another cock."
Her face paled, she reacted as if she'd just been scolded. Rod felt a surge of power go through him. "No, darling," she quailed. "Don't be angry. I didn't mean that, not at all. It's just that I'm not used to having a man talk to me, anger me, like you do. Please, Rod, don't be angry."
"All right then," he pretended hurt, "but be careful what you say to me. I've got feelings, too."
She was abject. "I'm sorry, darling, truly I am."
"Drink up, Vivian. Let's both get a happy glow before I give you the ole horn."
"You devil," she giggled, throwing herself at him, holding her face to his. "I'm getting hot already. Oh, I feel all silly and quirmy inside."
"Already?"
Yes, already. After all, I've been looking forward to being rammed by your prick for weeks."
"You like that dong old Rod's got for you, huh?"
"Yes, baby," she quaked. "Yes, yes... "
"Yes, what?"
She stiffened, then relaxed. "You devil, you. Yes, I like that dong that old Rod's got for me. "Too much."
He laughed, pulled her close, poured a kiss to her wet, questing mouth. Give the old doll a thrill, he exulted, feeling total mastery over the lust-driven female. And feeling the wanton impatience coursing through her, he held the kiss, at the same time sliding his hand under her skirt, letting his fingers roam under the surprisingly brief panties on up to her cuntlips.
He parted her twat lips and found that already her pussy was wet and hot ready for his cock. He found her clitoris and began the circular massaging he knew she liked. He did it gently, teasingly, so that she wouldn't come. She wouldn't pay if she didn't have his prick up her cunt-and so he teased.
After another drink had been downed, there was no more teasing. Only an eagerly offered cunt. The woman was prone on the davenport, her arms at angles above her head, a crooked, lewdly-joyful smile on her face. She gave herself to cunt-massaging nipple pulling and finger-in-ass or whatever Rod wanted to offer.
"Ooooh," she sighed, her voice catching glutinously, "I can't wait much more, baby. It's wonderful, and I want you to keep doing those things to me forever, but still I know I can't. The rest of it, lover I want to be fucked and soon, before I go stark raving mad."
"Stark raving mad," he chuckled. "Honey, that's the nicest thing you've said to me all evening."
"You demon," she sighed, capturing his hand, "you twist everything I say."
"Just the things you say?"
"There you go again. Oh, please, Rod. Okay. My pussy, my asshole and my titties. In bed now."
It was the same as the first night Mrs. Gabriel had visited his room. Again she insisted, pleaded for Rod to bear witness to her improvised strip show, her underwear even more exotic than last time, wild creations made of lavender nylon, trimmed with black. And afterward, the light above the bed still burning, she watched Rod undress, her eyes, once more, almost bugging out of her head as she looked at the big prick and balls. Until at last the pleading within them was irresistible. And he was walking toward her, step by step.
"Turn out the light," she commanded in an eerie tone.
They were on the bed, lying in mad tangle of arms and legs. Vivian moaning and panting like a mindless animal, her hands pulling his cock and balls, sticking her finger up his asshole, without any embarrassment whatsoever.
"You're so handsome, so beautiful Rod," she was sighing. "I love you so much. I love you for being a man, an aggressive, greedy man. For fucking me the way you do." She pinched his balls, causing him to jerk with pain.
"Watch it!" he warned.
"I love your prick. It's all I've ever really wanted. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you to screw me. If, at time like this, when I need a dong so badly... I'd die, I'd cut my wrists. I adore you, worship you." She paused, let her fingers clutch at his body. "Rod?"
"Yes, Vivian?"
"Please, will you let me show you how much I worship you? I've always wanted to even with John, but I never dared. Would you mind terribly?"
Rod's stomach turned convulsively. God, he rebelled does she mean what I think she means? Suck my prick? "Vivian-"
"Please, darling let me. Don't think badly of me. It's something I need. To. show you how much I love you, and your gorgeous cock. The cock that does so many gorgeous things to my cunt. I'll be careful, I won't hurt you, I promise. Rod, please..."
The sick hunger in her voice was almost too much to bear. And Rod remembered the other time he'd allowed his prick to be sucked from that Daphne woman at Rita Vanoff's party. But he was polluted that night, he didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't polluted tonight.
But, God, what am I going to do? When this sex-crazed woman wants to suck me as bad as she does?
As it was, the decision was pulled from Rod's hands. For Vivian, taking his silence as approval, was already turning her body on the bed, was letting her wet, eager lips sear a trail down his chest. No man living could have denied her mission at that moment. Rod grabbed two handfuls of bedding, waited in paralyzed expectancy.
Then, finally her hot lips perched on the cock-head as she sucked slowly and with relish. Then her mouth was covering as much of his prick as possible as she began the sucking and tonguing motions of a cunt. He raised his hips in the fucking movement until she was taking it deep into her throat. With her fingers she massaged his balls-but that mouth sucking his huge cock was too much. Finally he arched his back and shot his hot sperm into her mouth and she gulped as she swallowed all of it.
She kept sucking his prick and Rod was in agony when she finally stopped, slid upward on his body, and brought her breasts to his lips. "Suck them," she whispered. "You cool off a little, dolly. Then you can fuck my cunt. Oh, it's going to be magnificent tonight. Something I'll remember forever. Was I good to you, baby? Real good? I wanted your cock so badly in my mouth."
Rod paused sucking her nipples. "You were good, Vivian. Really good."
Mrs. John Gabriel was not one bit disappointed. She stayed until after one that night. She got up his prick and had two fantastic fucks from him before she finally left, more dead than alive. But nevertheless, jubilantly and exultantly beat.
But if Rod thought less of himself after letting Mrs. Gabriel suck his cock and swallow his sperm, it was a Sunday School picnic, compared to the lewd sex-play he lent himself to three night later with Trudy Shaw.
She was drunk as usual, possessed of animal urges, insisting that each of her playmates get almost as drunk as she. Ken was not included in their sport that night. Instead she'd ordered Ed Johnson and Vince Fletcher, in what was, apparently, to be a three-ring fucking session.
They were in a different room, a more spacious layout, the bed a miniature basketball court, made for group participation. A room done in a heavy, suffocating red, a color serving to arouse pricks. A room which, upon Trudy's strict orders, was left fully illuminated throughout the entire fuck session.
Rod's premonition of depraved sex became more pronounced as the night wore on, and as a defense mechanism, he poured down Scotch recklessly. He didn't want to remember any of this tomorrow.
But remember he did. It would have taken a whole quart of the bonded booze to erase the pictures from his mind.
As Trudy, finally deeming herself drunk enough to proceed with the night's fucking, ordered the three men to take her to bed, undress her. And then, as her voluptuous body was enhanced by the ruby reflections in the room, she dictated just what attentions she craved by way of preliminary to screwing.
"Suck my cunt, Vince!"
"God," Vince protested. "I ain't going to work with these guys standing here watching. I got some pride, after all."
Trudy's eyes narrowed, her smile became a painted smear. "Have you? Would a hun'rd dollars help you forget your pride? I want these guys to watch my cunt being sucked by YOU! I get more kicks that way."
"No. Trudy, for God's sake, I'm human too."
"Ha!"
"It's true..."
"Two hun'rd?" she sneered.
"No."
"Two hun'rd-fifty. Think it over. That's far as I go. Is your pride worth that?"
Vince's face was strained, a battle going on inside him. Then he smiled, feigning cockiness. "Okay, doll. You got a deal. Two-fifty, remember. If that's what you want, okay. I'll suck pussy. Watch, you guys. Get yourselves a cheap charge."
And Rod and Ed watched, their eyes glued on the sight of Vince sucking the cunt while Trudy held open her cunt lips. As Trudy shrieked with ecstasy, her legs locking, waving, opening in mad sequence, her hands holding, stroking, forcing Vince's head closer to her twat. It was eerie hearing her ecstatic screams softened by the sound of flesh being sucked. After three screaming comes, her cunt juice sliding down Vince's mouth and lips, she tired of that method of fucking and called for still more drink.
Then, refreshed, ready for new ways of being screwed, she summoned Ed Johnson to the bed. 'This's gonna be a team effort, you guys," she cackled. "Stay with it, and you get a nice bonus. Trudy feels real generous tonight.
They stayed with it, too drunk to care, hardened by countless nights of just such fuck sessions. Rod and Vince stood by as Ed screwed her asshole which tore anguished screams from Trudy. Screams which finally changed to moans of pleasure.
"Ahhh, ahh," she gasped. "Ed, baby. You're great. The greatest ass-fucker ever. Go ahead, damn you! Don' hold back. I c'n take it. Go, Go, Go! Fuck ass more!"
"More!"
Rod could never quite be sure how the evening's finale came about. Sometime toward the end, Trudy had made Ed stop momentarily from screwing her asshole and beckoned Rod toward the bed. Had made him sit, twist his body. "Use that pillow, lover boy. Tha's it. Closer now." Her hands had reached for him. 'There, tha's better." She'd turned on Ed. "Give him room, damn you."
She laughed coarsely. "Go, you paid fuckers. All of you. Everybody start fucking!"
There was a wild melee of arms, legs, squirming bodies and smothered animal sounds coming from the bed as Ed fucked her asshole, Vince fucked her cunt, and Rod fucked her mouth. "There must be an easier way to make a living," he kept saying to himself until the wild, heaving foursome on the bed exploded with the muffled, continuing cries of the twitching woman having a tremendous orgasm signalled the end of Trudy's Shaw's fuck spree.