Chapter 1
As Nikki Terrell inclined her attractive dark-blonde head in a warm come hither smile, her lush, voluptuous breasts and shapely hips magnetized her customer. Nikki had a reputation as the "call girl with a gimmick", and as the eager "John" approached her, she wondered how to make it a quickie. She had just received a phone call which made it impossible to let him linger in her cozy Village apartment.
She pulled off her pink sweater and saw his eyes go round as he took the fullness of her braless, tip-tilted breasts. He was a stocky, well-built man called Jack. He thrust his face between her swaying breasts, greedily mouthing the jutting crimson nipples. As his muscular hands cupped and kneaded her generous buttocks, Nikki decided on the gimmick.
"Let's take a bath together, Jack honey," she murmured as she unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his belt.
When they were naked, Nikki followed Jack into the tub full of warm water. Jack began to burn with fiery desire as she sensuously began to soap his naked body, finishing with his loins. She sponged off the lather, covering his chest and waist with quick, exciting kisses. Breathing heavily, Jack clutched and caressed the full delight of her breasts as they floated before him in the soapy water. Her erect nipples bobbed, blushing between his manipulating fingers.
Nikki's blonde head suddenly ducked low, and his throbbing, prick was in the warmer, more velvety moistness of her mouth. Her curling lips, vibrant tongue and bobbing head blended into a fabulous, exciting rhythm. Jack clutched her hair, then a groan came from him as his body arched convulsively as she intensely sucked his cock. He let go of Nikki's hair and splashed erotically as the intense pleasure of spurting scum fountained through his threshing loins into her sucking mouth.
"Too bad you rushed the party, Jack lover," Nikki said as she patted him dry with a turkish towel "Stay longer next time," she smiled as she eased the swiftly satisfied Jack out the apartment door.
Nikki Terrell's thoughts flew to the phone talk with her madam, Anna. She had explained she was busy with Jack and asked Anna how much time she had.
"Uh ... about forty-five minutes. All right?" Anna answered.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You guess so? Listen, kid, what kind of an attitude is that? If you don't want to take this one on, just say the word and I'll give some other girl a break. You aren't the only college-type hooker in town, you know."
A shudder rippled up Nikki's spine. College-type hooker. How she hated even the sound of it! But Anna was right, of course, and no hooker of any kind-including collegiate types-could afford to let scruples stand in the was of sheckels. Wherever it came from, money was still money.
"Anna, I'm sorry. Forty-five minutes-I'll be ready."
"That's my girl. But like I said, this one is important. Extra special, so do your best to be in top form."
"Uh-huh. Can do. And thanks, Anna."
"Have fun, dearie. G'night."
There was an odd little giggle and Nikki hung up wondering what the strange noise signified. Anna wasn't the giggling sort. In fact, Anna was one of the more discreet madams in town and she took her whoring business seriously. So that tiny chuckle of hers sounded a bit incongruous.
Except for one thing-and again Nikki felt a shudder of distaste seize her. Was her visitor one of those freaky characters who would except all sorts of weird fucking stunts? Was that what Anna's little laugh portended?
Nikki scowled. But whatever the guy might be like, there wasn't much she could do about it. She would have to give him his money's worth of fucking if she wanted to remain on good terms with Anna. She did need the cock business that the hard-working madam sent her way. Living in a modern apartment in the Village was expensive. The cost of college tuition was a big burden for a single girl to shoulder.
Oh, it was rough to have to be a hooker. But there was no other way for her except to fuck for her money. Sure, she could try selling stockings in some department store and go to school at night. But it would take years and years to get her diploma at that slow pace. So peddling her pussy at night was the only means of making a living while carrying a full load of daytime courses.
Anyway, she couldn't stop and moon over it now. The client was coming and she had to get ready for him. Extra special, Anna had said, so the preparations had to be thorough.
Moving quickly but with care, Nikki slipped into the costume in which to receive her paying guest. Not that it was much of a costume, but she looked good in it. Great, actually, unless the mirror was lying to her. A sheer negligee and shiny spike-heeled pumps. All black-tastefully elegant and short curls that always seemed casually wind-blown without ever reaching the point of downright dishevelment. And it presented a delicious contrast to her green eyes and creamy skin.
But the door buzzer was already rasping and she didn't have time to admire herself. With a tingle apprehensive anticipation, she went to the door and tugged it open.
A gasp broke from her lips. A gasp of surprise, of shock. Of dismay and consternation. She knew now what the giggle on the telephone had meant.
Eyes peered at her. Steely blue-gray eyes that penetrated her tissue-thin negligee with a kind of icy approval. Eyes that were big and deep and long-lashed and painted with more makeup than her own. The eyes of a woman ... an extremely beautiful woman.
For a moment Nikki was too stunned to utter a word. The shock of expecting a male and seeing a female was more than she could take. Limply she tood there, unable even to pull together the folds of the negligee that had fallen open.
Then the eyes twinkled in amusement and lost their steeliness. The woman's full-lipped red mouth twisted in a semblance of an appreciative smile. "Nice," she murmured. "Very nice. You are Nikki Terrell, I suppose.
"Uh-huh."
"In that case, aren't you going to ask me in?"
"Oh...." Nikki came to life. "Please forgive me. Do come in, won't you?"
The woman entered and Nikki locked the door. Her moment of astonishment was over, but she still felt somewhat numb. Her breathing still wasn't quite normal. Nor did it make anything easier for her when the woman-taller and heavier than herself grasped her shoulders and looked down into her face. The sensation was overwhelming.
"Nikki...." the woman said softly. "Nikki Terrell. I'm glad to meet you. My name is Paula Jardine."
"I'm please to-" But the words were cut off by the sudden pressure of the woman's mouth.
It wasn't a passionate kiss, just a fleeting gesture of affectionate greeting. And yet-brief as it was-Nikki thought she was going to suffocate. The lips were wet and cloyingly sweet as they opened slightly. The surrounding aura of expensive perfume was intoxicating.
"Well...." The woman stepped back and sank gracefully into an overstuffed chair. "That was a proper introduction, I'd say. Now I'd like a drink, if you've something handy."
"Yes, of course. Scotch, bourbon ... uh...."
"Scotch will do nicely. On the rocks."
At the liquor cabinet, Nikki kept sneaking sidelong glances at the woman. Paula Jardine was certainly impressive. There was a hugeness about her, a ripeness that made her appear positively voluptuous. Her breasts were massive and incredibly firm for a woman obviously on the far side of thirty. Piled high on her head, her painstakingly coiffed auburn hair was like some kind of crown, the majestic symbol of a queen or an empress.
"Nikki...."
"Hmmmmm?"
"Do you like what you're looking at?"
"Uh...." Nikki blushed at having been caught peeking. "You're very beautiful, Paula."
"Beautiful enough to stay?"
"To stay? What do you mean?"
"You know. You weren't expecting a woman. Anna told me you might be somewhat hesitant about entertaining me.
"Oh."
"Well, my dear? What do you say? Shall I get up and leave? I don't want to, but I won't stay if I'm not wanted." Paula's voice took an edge of hardness. "If you send me away, though, I'll be angry. And so will Anna, I'm sure."
Nikki tensed. It sounded almost like a threat. But it was only too apparent that she couldn't back out on this deal. Not if she wanted to keep in good with Anna.
"Your drink, Paula. And please stay, hmmmmm?" The woman nodded knowingly. "Frankly, honey, I had no intention of doing anything but that. But I do prefer the idea of being invited. Now come and sit down." She straightened one shapely leg and pointed the toe of her shoe imperiously. "Here, right in front of me where I can see you."
The gesture was almost regal, and Nikki found herself resenting the auburn-haired creature's authoritative demeanor. But she had to play along, she realized, and now that she had accepted the woman as a client, she had to do her best to please. It was all part of being a good hooker, you had to frig what came along....
On the carpeted floor, Nikki made a few adjustments of the billowing negligee around her body and then peered up with a solicitous gaze. "Is the drink all right?"
"Fine. You're not having one?"
"No. I may do some studying later, so I guess I'd better keep a clear head."
"Studying-ah, yes. Anna told me you were a college girl. I like that. By the way, you'll be getting out soon, won't you? Don't you have a winter vacation coming up?"
"Yes, the Christmas holidays. Why?"
"Just a thought, Nikki. Have you made any plans?"
"For the holidays? No, not especially. I'll probably stay right here and try to make some money. But I don't understand what that has to do with-"
"Hush, dear. All in due time. I may have an interesting proposition for you. Yes, the more I look at you, the more I'm sure of it. You're a little darling, Nikki. Much to precious for some ugly, hairy man's brutal cock to play with. I think you're suited for more exotic frigging pleasures."
"Exotic pleasures? Oh...."
"Pleasures like this." Paula's hands cupped her own breasts and then slid down across her belly. "And this. Don't you think I'm much nicer than any man? Come, darling, come close and show me that you do think so."
Nikki trembled. Paula's limbs stretched and parted languorously. And yet there was a decisive demand in the movement. The thighs and calves gleamed ripely in their nylon sheaths, and their encircling motion was a shade impatient.
The voluptuous body wriggled. With a tiny whimper of surrender, Nikki bent her head. This was her job. She had to do it. She had to give joy to this woman. Whatever kind of hump-joy that was asked of her.
Only it wasn't being asked, it was being demanded. The fleshy thighs moved arrogantly. Nikki's hands glided up the smooth skin; there was a lurch, a tug, and then the fragile panties were off and out of the way.
"Your mouth. Give me your mouth-kiss my cuntlips!"
Nikki obeyed. The musky softness of Paula's cunt seemed to reach out and encompass her. If filled her nostrils, her mouth, it engulfed her entire body. It slid forward, crushing itself against her face and drawing her into its vortex of moist perfumed silkiness.
"Ah, yes. Mmmm, yes, Nikki, you're going to work out just fine. It will be a lovely vacation for you."
"Ummmm ... vacation?"
"Be quiet, honey. Just go on licking my pussy a little while like that."
Nikki went on. But there was nothing else she could do now; the woman's hand had reached out to grasp her hair and the tightly entwined fingers were inexorable. The thick thighs closed around her head like the jaws of a velvet vise.
Paula went on talking. About a two-week vacation on an island in the Caribbean. All expenses paid-plus a thousand dollars. Wasn't that a happy way for a college girl to earn money. Wouldn't it be fun to bask in the sun all day?
Paula's smooth, shapely thighs released their grip for a moment and Nikki raised her lovely blonde head as if to answer.
But Paula's strong willful hands urged Nikki's blonde head to her large, strawberry-nippled breasts. Nikki sensed she wanted the full treatment and began to mouth her ample, curved tits. The crimson nipples hardened and jutted between her caressing lips as her tongue flashed from breast to breast. Small satisfied wheezes began to come from Paula's heaving chest.
Paula spread her lustful cunt and Nikki felt her hands being led to Paula's pussy. Nikki's hands crept to the tenderness of her inner cuntlips, and Paula's satisfied little squeals rewarded Nikki's clever, more intimate touches on her clitoris. As Nikki's fingers began a rhythmic gliding in and out of her cunthole, Paula's white buttocks quivered with desire.
As Paula began to moan with lust, Nikki quickly brought her moist lips to Paula's pleasure spot, her erect clitoris. Her tongue vibrated with passionate lewdness and her warm mourn made Paula's cunt flash with mounting thrills. Then there was a moment when Paula's limbs stopped working. A joyous, throaty, cry broke from her and she shuddered as surging, uncontrollable peak ecstasy swept her threshing twat.
She raised Nikki's blonde head and shrieked happily. "You must come with me darling. Now I won't take 'no' for an answer. And you can have $1500 dollars...."
Nikki nodded weakly as she assented to Paula's proposition.