Chapter 6
The week before the concert was a frantic blur of activity for Amy. Mr. Robinson had put her in charge of one of the production crews " you deserve the chance to follow this thing through," he said, "after all the hard work you've put in up to this point." Once again he had given her that half-curious, half-suspicious look.
Now Amy had spent the entire week going quietly crazy, holding endless conferences with stadium officials (Miles Vachon was strangely absent from the meetings, having delegated his authority to an assistant), mediating in running arguments between the Ooze's personnel and the workers who had been assigned by Candlestick Park, taking charge of all Robinson and Klein's interests as the promoters of the event. Luckily, she had not had to deal with Rick: tired of her sixteen-hour work days and the resultant TV dinners, he had taken a week off to go fishing in the Sierras.
Meanwhile Amy's problems seemed to multiply, and she had neither the time nor the energy to solve them as she had solved those with Richman, Bledsoe and Vachon. First, the Primordial Ooze insisted on using its own lighting and sound equipment, which was fine with Candlestick Park so long as Robinson and Klein agreed to pay the stadium for its equipment, which the Ooze refused to use. Not wanting to precipitate a crisis with either party now that both had made what amounted to historic compromises in agreeing to the concert in the first place, Amy finally agreed to pay Candlestick for not using its equipment. Christ, she thought, I feel like the federal government giving subsidies to corn farmers.
Then there was a brouhaha with Asterisk Records, the company which had the Ooze under recording contract. They had decided at the last minute to record the concert for alive album, and had attempted to seal up that aspect of the project by circumventing Robinson and Klein and negotiating directly with the Ooze itself. Amy caught up with that scheme just before it became a legal actuality, and managed to get both an acknowledgement and a few percentage points for her firm by telling Asterisk Records that Robinson and Klein would simply cancel the concert if they were not given their due. Reluctantly, Asterisk agreed, and what had looked like a considerable problem became another personal coup for Amy.
Finally, at the last minute, there had been a strike among the security personnel. The head of security had simply refused to let his men become involved in policing the activity on the field itself, saying that it was too dangerous and that his manpower was insufficient to control the potentially riotous crowd if they were going to be allowed to sit on the field. Since municipal law would not allow a concert to be held without adequate security forces, Amy was forced to hire a private security firm to augment Candlestick's forces. The extra men cost her firm about ten thousand dollars, and Mr. Robinson was none too pleased to shell it out.
Then on the night before the concert itself, the Ooze's bass player came down with a mysterious case of the flu. Bledsoe himself called Amy to give her the news.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but we simply can't play without Hogmeat. Our music is too complicated to bring someone else in at this point we'll just have to postpone."
"Postpone, my ass!" Amy shouted into the telephone. "You just tell Hogmeat that we don't care if he's got beriberi; he's going to play this concert. Because if he doesn't, we're going to sue him for everything he has and everything he'll ever make."
"I'll see what I can do," Bledsoe said. He hung up, only to call back a half hour later to inform her that Hogmeat had been miraculously cured.
"I thought so," Amy said.
Finally the night of the concert itself arrived. Amy took up a position on the side of the stage, close enough to make sure nothing went wrong but distant enough to keep out of the way of the work itself. She watched the sound men set up enough equipment to man a NASA moon shot, then tapped her foot nervously as they skreeked and skronked on electric guitars, organs, and synthesizers until they somehow decided that everything was in good shape. (Amy never was able to figure out what criteria had been applied in the making of that decision; it all sounded like World War III to her.) Her nerves rattled with the endless cascades of music-less sound, the repeated shouts of "testing, testing," the cursing and yelling of the sound men.
By then the stadium gates had been opened and a crush of humanity streamed out onto the field and into the stadium seats themselves. Amy was reminded of Attila the Hun overrunning Poland. Never had she seen so many people trying to occupy what seemed to be the same space at the same time. The first few rows in front of the stage stayed empty for some, reserved as they were for the employees of Robinson and Klein and Asterisk Records, along with the few prominent rock musicians who deigned to attend someone else's concert.
But immediately behind the VIP seats, Amy saw a mass of google-eyed teenagers, all of whom, she imagined, had had to steal hubcaps for a month to get up the price of a ticket. She noticed that a great many of them carried suspicious-looking thermos bottles, and the nervier among them brandished gallon jugs of wine. As soon as they were seated, a dense cloud of marijuana smoke drifted toward the stage.
Great, Amy thought, and the damned music hasn't even started yet. These security guys are going to earn their pay tonight.
The pace of activity on the stage itself became more and more frenetic. Sound men collided with light men, who in turn collided with the record company technicians and the local disc jockey who had been signed as master of ceremonies. Everyone seemed to have a walkie-talkie in each hand, and those who didn't were furiously scribbling notes on index cards. Then, as if by unseen command, all the activity stopped. The sound men, light men, record company people, groupies and assorted sycophants all retired backstage, leaving a forest of microphones and several fortresses of electronic sound equipment standing idly, as if waiting the onslaught of an oncoming enemy army.
The master of ceremonies, an enormously fat man with long white hair and a Neolithic growth of beard, walked to the microphone to introduce the lead group. "Ladies and gentlemen," he droned into the microphone, "Robinson and Klein proudly presents The Manzanilla Stringbean Band!"
A light applause sounded through the massive audience. The Stringbean Band was a folk group which played the sort of quiet cabaret traditional music that harked back to the days of Beatniks, coffee houses, and the Kingston Trio. Robinson and Klein had signed them as lead group specifically because their music was designed to make the listener think of quiet forests and cascading waterfalls. This, Robinson had reasoned, would keep the crowd from getting too spirited before the Ooze themselves arrived. Also, they were not particularly well known, and thus played cheap.
The band took its place and tiptoed into an acoustic version of "John Riley." Looking out at the crowd, Amy could see that only a small percentage of the audience was paying any attention to the band, the rest were busy guzzling wine, smoking dope, and surreptitiously swallowing pills. But their mood seemed sufficiently calm at that point, so Amy stopped worrying.
By the time the Manzanilla Stringbean Band had reached their last number, however, the crowd was growing more and more restless. The sound of thousands of chairs being shuffled simultaneously mixed with raucous laughter and shouting. When the band finished, their departure went almost unnoticed. Somewhere near the stage, someone picked up a chair and heaved it high in the air. Luckily, it landed in the aisle between the rows of chairs, so no one was hurt. Security personnel immediately accosted the offender and dragged him kicking and screaming from the field.
During the intermission a new set of sound men attacked the stage, quickly and professionally rearranging the equipment. Amy went backstage to look for Harry Bledsoe and the Primordial Ooze. Pushing and wading her way through the groupies and open-shirted record company executives, she finally found Danny Richman.
"Where are they?" she demanded.
Danny merely shrugged and smiled.
She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Come on, Danny," she growled. "Don't be cute. You're the one who's responsible for getting them here; now where are they?"
"Hold it, sister," he said, grabbing her wrists. "The Ooze hasn't been on time for an appearance since 1967. It's their way of building anticipation, of psyching up the crowd. Now just relax and stop acting like Annie Oakley, for Christ sake."
Outside Amy could hear the growing sound of clapping and chanting. " Ooze," the crowd shouted, as if with one massive voice." Ooze, Ooze, Ooze!" The volume grew louder with each chant, and Amy could hear firecrackers being set off at least, she hoped they were firecrackers. God, she thought, that's all we need is a shooting.
She turned back to Danny. "I assume you know where they are," she said in a cold voice. "Now I don't care if you have to send a carrier pigeon to get in touch with them, but get them herel"
"Carrier pigeons have been extinct for years," Danny said, turning his back to her.
Just as Amy was about to grab him again, she heard enormous whirring sounds from above and simultaneously a frenzied cheer from the crowd. Rushing back on stage, she saw a huge helicopter settling down into the landing area that had been marked out behind the stage. As the helicopter touched down and the passenger door opened, the crowd went crazy: seventy thousand throats screaming in unison: "OOZE, OOZE, OOOOO-OOOZE!" She caught a glimpse of Harry Bledsoe, amazingly wearing the same Italian suit he had worn the day she had seen him at his house, then saw him duck into the backstage area, followed by Hogmeat and the rest of the band. Knowing better than to interrupt his pre-performance routine, she went back to take up her position in the wings.
The chanting of the crowd grew louder and louder, and did not diminish even when the MC approached the microphone and raised his arms for silence. Finally despairing of making himself heard, he announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, the number one rock and roll band in the entire universe, THE PRIMORDIAL OOZE!" The announcement was all but drowned by the screaming of the crowd.
If Amy thought the cheering had been loud before, she now had to cover her ears with her hands for protection once Harry and his band took the stage. Without attempting to silence the crowd, they launched immediately into their raucous version of an old Fleetwood Mac song, the "Rattlesnake Shake." The crowd went instantly and collectively berserk.
It was not until the end of the second show, not until the last few charging teenagers had been carried away by the security guards, that Amy had a chance to get at Harry Bledsoe. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the backstage area, drenched with sweat, drinking a coke and puffing on an elaborately long joint. Even the groupies who attended him seemed to know that he was to be left alone at this point, and the gaggle of record company people and assorted roadies kept a respectful distance, chatting quietly, occasionally sneaking a glance at Bledsoe.
Amy, knowing nothing of this post-concert etiquette, approached him boldly. "Nice job," she said, smiling down at him.
He looked up with a hostile glare. Then, seeing Amy, he relaxed. "Thanks," he said, giving her a tired smile. "Not a bad job of promotion either."
Not knowing what to say next, Amy merely remained standing over him, smiling.
"Look," Harry said. "We're going to have a little get-together at my place in about an hour. Why don't you come along?"
"I'd like that," she said, gently placing her thigh against his knee.
Harry nodded. "Just stick close to me," he said. "You can come in the chopper."
Just at that point they heard the chopper motor cough and sputter to life, heard the whirr of the rotating propeller. "Come on," he said, getting up and taking her by the hand.
Once the chopper landed at Bledsoe's ranch in Bolinas, Amy took the opportunity to breathe. The helicopter had been so jammed with people that Amy had not been able to move, could not even tell who else was in there with her. Now she immediately walked into the house and into the bathroom to catch her breath and straighten up a bit.
When she returned to the living room the party was already in full swing. She knew only a few of the people there: Hogmeat the bass player, miraculously recovered from his flu, was snorting coke with a sixteen-year-old blonde, and in one corner she could see Danny Richman, playfully peeking under the skirt of one of the back-up singers. He looked up, caught Amy staring at him, and winked. "Come on over," he shouted.
Amy was about to join him when Harry Bledsoe intercepted her. "Leave us depart the maddening crowd," he said, slipping an arm around her waist and guiding her toward one of the bedrooms.
Amy put up no resistance. Seeing Harry perform, seeing the sexual magic that radiated from him onstage, had turned her onto him in a completely different way than before. Whereas the first time he had simply been an obstacle in the way of her success, someone with whom she had used her body as a weapon, she was now fired by genuine lust. The urgency of his fingers on her hips told her that he felt the same way.
Once in the bedroom, Harry didn't hesitate, nor did Amy. She moaned in desperation as he slipped his hand inside the V of her dress and caressed her naked breasts, sending flames of lewd desire arching through her love-starved body. Small shivers of wanton excitement raced through her erect little nipples as he rolled them into lust-provoking little nubs. She felt the heat of his rasping breath on her face as he kissed her slightly open mouth, plunging his warm wet tongue between her pearly white teeth. Instinctively, she thrust her own tongue forward, and he sucked it deep into her mouth. Oh God, she thought. His kisses were like liquid fire. She wanted him to hurry, wanted him to ram his wonderful cock into the emptiness of her aching vagina. Already her neglected cunt was throbbing out a heated liquid the prelude to making love.
The rock star eased his mouth away from hers and whispered in her ear: "Let's take our clothes off, little sweetheart."
Unexpectedly, she thought about Rick, far away in the Sierras on his lonely fishing trip. She had treated him badly, she realized, hadn't been sufficiently understanding of his feelings. All she cared about was her own success, which she had guaranteed by using her body, a body that was supposed to be reserved for him and him only. Waves of guilt washed through her, and the conflict left her virtually paralyzed. For she realized that at the moment she wanted nothing more than for Harry Bledsoe to hold her in his strong arms and satisfy the terrible craving in her belly.
"What's the matter?" said Harry, giving her an even gaze as he began to remove his shirt.
She protested weakly, staring at his naked chest as he began unzipping his tailored pants and sliding them down his youthfully slender legs. Then, completely naked, he glued his mouth to hers again, his tongue moving deep into the soft moistness and sparring with hers. Unconsciously, she let her hand slide to his breast, her fingertips raking his tiny nipple, squeezing and rolling it as he had done to hers earlier. An electric sensation shot through her body.
She felt his hand traveling up the tender flesh of her inner thigh beneath her skirt, and momentarily her breath caught in her throat as his outstretched middle finger slid inside the tight elastic leg band and parted the sensitive lips of her vagina to allow the tip of his finger to graze her already hardened clitoris.
Amy froze as her brain fought for control. She couldn't do this to Rick, not again, not when there was absolutely no reason. She wanted to fight it this time, to prove to herself that she wasn't a wanton adultress.
"No ... Harry ... no ... don't ... do ... that..." she gasped, struggling with renewed strength to get away from his tightly entwined arms.
"What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Leave me alone! Let me go! I can't tell you what it is; just let me go!" she snapped, trying to get past him to the door.
Quickly he reached out, caught her wrist in his hand, and shoved her backwards onto the bed. The weight of his naked body pinned her to the velvet bedspread beneath him as he said, "You've suddenly turned into quite the little cock-teaser, haven't you? I had planned to be nice to you, but if you want it the hard way, them I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." He hooked his fingers in the nylon of her bikini panties and tore them away from her loins with one savage jerk.
"Oh God, no! I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to turn you on. Please, Harry ... please let me go!" she pleaded as hot tears of shame ran down her cheeks. The rock star's only answer was to shove her dress up over her hips and bunch it around her waist. Her ripely voluptuous thighs, the soft brown pussy hair, and the flatness of her white belly were visible to his leering eyes, and she felt his warmly throbbing penis being forced against her trembling vaginal slit as he spread her thighs apart with his knee. Then he raised her legs high, forcing them wider apart, and used the thick rubbery head of his cock to part the fleshy pink lips of her excitedly quivering cunt.
The helpless young promoter shuddered and moaned in undeniable delight as she felt the electrifying contact against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Then slowly the rigid shaft of pulsating flesh began to sink deep into her involuntarily clutching passage.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... God ... oh!" Amy gasped in lewd excitement as his hotly throbbing penis filled her tight little pussy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you ... you little cunt ... " Harry blurted as he began sadistically slamming into her with mindless abandon.
He came down heavily on top of her, crushing her soft white breasts against his chest. He slammed into her with roaring fury, sending his long virile cock sliding all the way up inside her wetly clasping cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh in pulsating waves of rapturous sensation in front of it. His tight little balls slapped rhythmically against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks as he sawed his rigid shaft back and forth, thrusting deeper, ever deeper up into her willing belly.
"Oh no! Oh, Jesus!" she moaned beneath him as he speared into her mercilessly. It was like a warm wonderful pole of hard flesh being driven into her erotically throbbing vagina, and she could feel every tiny ridge on it stiffened length as it stroked in and out of the ecstatic hole up between her widespread legs.
"Like it rough and hard?" he asked as he grinned down at her in sadistic delight.
When she didn't answer, Harry snapped, "I asked you a question, you fucking cunt," he roared as he spread her thighs wider and slammed into her with a body-jolting lunge. "Now answer me!"
"Yes ... yes ... Harry! Do whatever you want tome ... punish me ... hurt me ... oh, do it, do it, please! I want you to hurt me!"
"All right, then, beg me to fuck you ... beg me as if you'd never had it before," he roared, continuing to slam his lust-hardened pole deep into the secret recesses of her clinging pussy.
"Fuck me ... " she said in an unfeeling monotone. Her conflict would not allow her to show him how excited she really was.
"With spirit, sweetheart. like you really mean it," he snarled.
"Fuck me, you bastard ... fuck me hard! Fuck me ... " she hissed, spitting out the lewd words as she raked her fingernails across his naked back.
The rock star yelped with pain as the blood oozed from the deep scratches, and he slapped her hard across the face. "Do that again, you little whore, and I'll kill you," he snapped, then bit down on the dress-covered nipple of her firmly up-thrust breast.
But Amy didn't even cry out. If this was to be her punishment for her callous infidelity to Rick, then let it happen, let her degradation be complete. She'd brought it all on herself, and now the only way to purge herself was to allow him to punish her body. She would fight the exciting pleasure and accept only the suffering she knew no other way to make it all up to Rick. Her mind was strong enough to retain control over her body, and she intended to see that it did control it, no matter how good the experienced rock star might feel.
She knew that Harry was waiting for her to stop resisting, signaling the moment when she would begin enjoying his vile treatment of her. But this time he would have to wait until hell froze over! The agonizing conflict in her mind made her moan uncaringly as Harry Bledsoe clamped his mouth over hers, digging his wet tongue in between her quivering lips. He began a slow rocking movement, fucking in and out between her widespread legs, his rock-hard cock scraping against every tingling nerve ending in her salacious pussy. As the heated sensations spread throughout her involuntarily responding body, the tortured young woman instinctively knew she was fighting a losing battle against her lewd, insatiable hunger.
And it wasn't long before her hips began to buck wildly beneath Harry's naked body, and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth as she shoved with her tongue, with mindless rhythm, deep into his throat. Loud passionate cries of lewd delight were wrung from her lips as she strained her pulsating pussy up to meet his pistoning young penis.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhh," she moaned.
Harry slaved above the shamelessly aroused young blonde, moving suddenly into longer deeper strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her hotly clasping vagina on the backstroke, and then slamming forward into her wide-split cunt until she felt the harsh slap of his sperm-laden testicles against the naked crevice of her anus. They tossed and rolled across the bed like two animals in their death throes, the movement forcing their lips to separate.
Abruptly, Amy found herself on top of the rock star, and she clamped her knees against his muscular sides, holding him in place, suddenly taking control of their obscenely rhythmic motions.
"Hmmmmmmmm! Want to be boss, is that it?" he grinned up into her lust-contorted face.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhggggggg-gghhhhhhhh!" was the blonde's only reply as she bounced her wildly ecstatic pussy up and down on his rock-hard shaft of throbbing, pulsating flesh.
Smiling Harry pulled her face back down to his lips and kissed her, plunging his tongue deep into her gasping throat while she twisted and wantonly spread her throbbing vaginal slit as wide as she could. Her circled pussy lips were throbbing with an excess of swollen tissue, and they were nearly twice their normal size as they lewdly sucked at his thickened hardness.
After a moment, the naked musician pulled his mouth away from hers again and lifted his head slightly in order to look down at her gaping, hair-lined furrow. He watched his wetly glistening penis sliding in and out of her pouting pink cunt, her nibbling pussy lips clinging to his shaft as if reluctant to let it go. Then he looked up into her beautiful, lust-contorted face and saw her eyes grow vacant and smoky as she started the slow climb toward orgasm.
The sight was too much for the virile Harry Bledsoe, and he quickened his thrusts, hot and deep up into her belly. The tormenting hunger up between her legs caused Amy to thrash above him, and she rode his hard young cock as if she couldn't get enough of it, couldn't take it in fast enough or deep enough.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... aaaaaaahhhhhggg-ggghhhhhh . . " she chanted as she raced the final lap to an insane climax, and felt his thickened shaft expanding inside her ecstatic vaginal passage.
"Oh ... shit ... fuck ... ohshit ... I'mcom ... I'm commmmmmiiiiinnnnnnngggg," Harry roared as he grunted and groaned, his buttocks grinding up off the mattress, stabbing his wildly ejaculating cock upward into the hidden recesses of her womb.
Amy was a blistering mass of delightful pleasure deep inside her burning loins as the overpowering pressure built inside her. She was only vaguely aware of Harry Bledsoe's fingers playing now with her throbbing cuntal lips, and the hot slippery friction as he tweaked at her sensitive, lust-maddened clitoris threatened to unhinge what was left of her mind.
"Harder ... harder ... Harrry ... don't take it out," she gasped. "I'm almost there. Keep fucking! Oh God, don't stop!" She breathed a grateful sigh when she felt his already-renewed erection.
At that precise moment, Danny Richman and Hogmeat came staggering into the darkened bedroom where Amy and Harry were lewdly writhing on the velvet bedspread.
An obscene snicker penetrated Amy's lust-deafened mind, and her body momentarily froze in mid-stride as she stared around to see who it was. When she saw the hot glittering eyes of the manager and the bass player, she felt her heart lurch painfully. Had Harry betrayed her? He had never given her even a hint that he had planned anything in the way of a group session. In spite of her initial rush of anger and disappointment, she felt the sudden jolt of lewd excitement even greater than anything she had experience before as she realized that for the first time in her life someone was watching her fuck.
Harry grinned up at his two friends and raised his hand in salute. Immediately, Danny moved over beside the partially naked blonde and began to caress her sensuously quivering buttocks. Standing about six feet away from Amy and the two men, Hogmeat stood with his pants unzipped, frantically tugging at his monstrous cock.
Amy felt the eager fingers tugging cruelly at her exposed ass cheeks while one finger probed at her defenselessly puckered anus, teasing at the tiny opening as she began uncontrollably bouncing up and down on Harry's virile cock again. She winced as an outstretched finger suddenly popped through the tightly surrounding nether-ring and dug at the spongy flesh inside.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... yes ... yes ... hurt me ... destroy me ... torture me!" She spat out the words as she clenched her teeth in agony. The pain was so delicious, so exciting she had to have more.
And then, almost at once, the pain began subsiding and a tingling joy took over. The final debasement and ravishing of her rectum caused masochistic sensations of lewd pleasure to surge through her body. Hogmeat pounded his aching pud still harder as Danny removed his finger from her tightly puckering anus. Then, he lifted the skirt of the kneeling woman's dress and pulled it upward over her nakedly swaying breasts, resuming his frantic tugging of his lust-aroused erection. Amy lifted her arms high in the air, never missing a stroke as Harry's rigid penis punched up into her frantically quivering cunt from below. She was so aroused that she really wasn't consciously aware when the confining dress was pulled over her head and tossed to the floor. All she knew was that she was more excited than she'd ever been in her life.
"Oh yes ... take me ... play with me ... fuck me ... do it all ... everything ... " she moaned in mindless lust as Danny's hand returned to caress every inch of her now-naked flesh, and she began reaching for that magic apex of sensation. Once again she was about to come when suddenly the door splintered from a powerful blow outside, then, with the lock broken, crashed inward against the wall.
"So this is how you did it, you goddamned whoring bitch," came a deep voice. Oh my God, thought Amy in a daze, it's Mr. Robinson! The deep anger in his voice was equal to the sting of a whiplash. Everyone in the room froze. Danny had his hand glued to the naked woman's flesh, while Hogmeat stared in horror, his blood-engorged cock still throbbing in his hand. Harry lay unmoving underneath Amy, his virile young cock beginning to wilt at the look of rage on the older man's face.
Amy cowered down against the rock and roll star beneath her, covering her head as if protecting it from a blow she knew was sure to come.
"So this is how you pull off your deals," he raged. "No wonder you did so much so fast. I had a feeling that something like this was going on," he rasped at the shivering blonde. "You perverted little bitch, you've blackened the name of my company forever!"
Then, staring around at the other men in the room, he snarled, "Up against the walls, you slimy bastards! I'm going to show you ass-holes something you won't ever forget!" The older man's angry voice vibrated through the room with demanding authority, and Richman and the bass player moved back against the wall on the far side of the room, both looking as if they were about to bolt.
"Please, Mr. Robinson ... go away ... just go away," Amy looked up and pleaded.
"You shut up, you conniving little bitch," he snapped. Then he ordered, "You," pointing at Hogmeat. "Come here, you filthy bastard."
Hogmeat haltingly stepped forward, forgetting in his trembling anxiety to put his rapidly-wilting cock back into his pants. With a violent movement, Mr. Robinson slammed the bass player in the jaw with his ham-like fist, watching with enraged satisfaction as the long-haired musician fell back against the wall and crumpled to a heap on the floor. Danny and Harry both gasped as they saw the bass player slide into unconsciousness.
"Now for you. you little bastard," he said, pointing at Harry, who was lying paralyzed with fright beneath the badly trembling blonde. "You get right back to fucking. And I do mean FUCKING!"
"But ... but..." stammered Harry, "I ... I..."
"Don't but me," yelled Amy's enraged boss. "I said fuck! NOW!" Robinson rasped as he bent downward and put his finger on the rock star's nose. "Now!" he repeated. "Get moving, quick!"
Harry jumped in sudden fear. Jesus, he thought. This old son of a bitch was obviously a mean devil, and in his enraged state of mind he might do anything. Hogmeat was already unconscious, Richman was over against the wall pissing his pants in fear, so he'd better play along for the time being. The other two were safe enough if they just stayed put, but would they help him if the old cocksucker became violent? He doubted it, and decided to cooperate.
Mr. Robinson moved up behind Amy's nakedly shaking buttocks and felt his anger begin to fade as he stared down at her beautiful curving ass-cheeks. God, but she was an exciting bitch! Why hadn't he tried her out before, especially when he'd suspected all along that she'd been fucking her way to success? Hell, he could do a lot better job with her than these kids; why hadn't she approached him first? Suddenly his anger returned full force and he hated her, yet he wanted her, too.
"You're nothing but a little whore," he grunted, "and I'm going to treat you like one." He said it ominously, through clenched teeth as he angrily lowered his hand to her sweat-streaked anal crevice and began probing at the tiny puckering hole with the tip of his outstretched finger.
"Oh ... please," Amy moaned as her sphincter muscle tightened in frightened defense.
"Shut up," Mr. Robinson growled. "I saw that long-haired son of a bitch over there reaming out your ass-hole with his finger. Now let a real man show you how it's supposed to be done."
"Uh, look, Robinson or whatever your name is," Harry said with mock bravery, "why don't you just leave, and we'll forget about the damages you owe us for breaking our door down."
"The hell you'll forget," the older man snarled. "When I'm through with you, you little fuck heads won't ever forget me, I promise you that."
Harry Bledsoe swallowed audibly, and began fucking as ordered.
"Please, Mr. Robinson! Let these people go, and then you can do whatever you want with me."
"Look, woman, they're as much to blame for this as you are. I'm going to show you what perversion really is, and they're going to stand there and watch. I'm going to fuck you in your pretty little ass-hole, and if either one of these shitheads tries to leave, I'll do the same thing to them," Robinson growled, feeling his long hard cock pressing painfully against his tight pants. The lewdness of what he was planning made his loins burn with an obscene fire. "As for you, Bledsoe, you scummy rock and roll bastard, you're going to fuck her in her conniving little cunt while I'm blazing a trail up her rectum."
"No! Oh, no! Mr. Robinson ... please don't do that to me! I can't take that huge penis of yours inside my anus. It'll split me wide open! You're too big, too big ... " Amy was faint with fear. His cock was so gigantic that it looked as if it would tear her apart even if he only stuck it in her vagina. He would surely kill her if he tried to put it into her tiny little rectum.
"Tough shit," he snorted. "You deserve every bit of it and more. You see," he added in a vicious tone, "I'm going to do the same thing to you that you've done to my business, and I don't particularly care what it does to you after what you've done to me. Get it?"
"Mr ... " Harry Bledsoe started to say, but he wasn't allowed to finish his sentence.
"Shut your mouth, longhair. Just stay quiet and fuck, and you'll be safe. And if you think you can cause me any trouble because of this, just remember that I've seen a hell of a lot here tonight, and I can ruin you just as easy as you can ruin me. So just keep your mouth shut and do what I say," the glaring executive growled menacingly, his eyes taking on a strange glaze. The thought of sodomizing this beautiful woman had filled him with an uncontrollable lust, and his semen-churning balls ached with an implacable desire. All he could think of was her tightly puckering little orifice peering up at him from between the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks.
Harry Bledsoe stared as the older man withdrew his hand, unfastened his pants, and quickly dropped them to the floor, not even bothering to take them off his feet. His thick rigid penis sprang out from his loins, and the huge, angrily-inflamed cock-head was poised only inches from Amy's widespread naked buttocks.
Robinson shuffled closer to Amy's cringing ass-cheeks and used his right hand to separate the fleshy mounds while with the other hand he pointed the lust-swollen tip of his hardened shaft at the tiny opening to her rectum. He began pressing forward, then cursed as his penis slipped away. He repositioned his throbbing hardness and pushed again. Sweat popped out on his forehead as he strained forward in an effort to make penetration. But no matter how much pressure he exerted against the kneeling blonde's wildly quivering anus, he could not penetrate.
"Amy, baby, you really do have a tight little ass-hole. But there are ways around that," Robinson observed. The older man drew back about three inches and dipped the middle finger of his right hand in the heated flowing cuntal juices running down the inside of her shaking thighs. Then, he began to stroke the full deep slit between her buttocks with obscene glee, spreading the lubrication back and forth. Just as the terrified woman was beginning to relax, he suddenly rammed the tip of his finger just inside her tightly clenching rectum.
"Oh my God, Mr. Robinson ... don't ... that hurts ... " Amy yelled with pain as she thrashed and writhed, trying to force the invading finger from her tortured hole. "Oh ... it hurts!"
"No shit," Mr. Robinson grinned, reveling at her cries of anguish. He felt the tight elastic sphincter muscle give way, and his middle finger slid up to the first knuckle as the soft inner passage closed around his outstretched finger like a second skin. Jesus Christ, if it's that tight on my finger, what the hell is it going to feel like on my prick, he thought.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh ... noooooo," Amy moaned as she clenched her buttocks as tightly as possible, trying to expel the invading finger.
No longer smiling, Robinson pushed down with great force and his middle finger popped through the remaining muscles, impaling her tight little hole until his palm was pressed against her nakedly trembling ass-cheeks.
The tortured blonde wailed continuously now as the pain tore at her rear end and completed her humiliation. Through tear-dimmed eyes she saw the wide-eyed and obviously terrified Danny Richman standing against the far wall, with Hogmeat just beginning to regain consciousness beneath him. Danny was staring at the lewd spectacle in front of him, like a frozen statue unable to move, and Amy's face burned with shame as she helplessly knelt over Harry's naked body beneath her, while her boss mercilessly impaled her defenseless rectum from behind.
The older man began sawing his finger in and out of her tight anal passage, digging into her tender virginal flesh. A moment later, he forced still another finger into her wide-stretched anus, ignoring the pleas and tears of the suffering girl.
Harry Bledsoe was glued to the mattress from the force of the powerful older man holding them in place, but also the salacious scene of Amy being fucked in the ass-hole by the man's outstretched finger made his youthful cock begin to swell and grow into an even greater rigidity than before. Slowly, the rock and roll star began to move his newly-excited erection, and soon he was plunging in and out of the kneeling blonde's hotly clasping pussy with an ardent vigor that was entirely new to him.
The pain had diminished now that Amy had adjusted to the relentlessly thrusting finger deep inside her rectum, and in spite of her terror, she was soon moaning little animal sounds of pleasure as her suffering changed to lewd masochistic shivers of desire. When she felt Mr. Robinson withdrawing his outstretched finger from her tightly clenching anus, she felt a strange disappointment. An emptiness that needed to be filled with something.
But as Harry began slamming his wildly virile young penis up into her throbbing vaginal cavern, the wanton blonde soon forgot about the emptiness in her puckering anal passage. The slender hardness thrusting in and out of her wildly rejoicing cunt, rubbing against her erect clitoris on every wonderful stroke, was all she needed. All she ever wanted, no matter what!
Behind the nakedly kneeling blonde, Mr. Robinson placed both hands on her pumping ass-cheeks and used his thumbs to pull apart the soft glistening mounds to expose her wetly puckering little hole. He slid his lurching, blood-engorged cock back and forth through the freely flowing moisture from her pussy, preparing once again to enter her anal passage. Momentarily he paused, then leaned forward again so that his swollen cock-head pressed against her tiny defenseless hole.
Amy began to shake with fear but at the same time she was inundated with obscene lust as the older man's massive rigid cock pressed against her anal opening. Ohhhhh, God, he was going to split her rectum to vagina with his huge rod of male flesh! She was on fire with desire, but only for Harry Bledsoe's youthful penis already buried to the hilt in her greedily sucking cunt. She didn't want Robinson and his massive thickness invading her virginal cavity, but she couldn't think of any way to stop him, not if she wanted to save her job and career.
With a lewd sigh of pleasure, the executive brutally thrust his hips forward, and with one violent lunge, plunged his monstrous hardness far up inside Amy's virginal rectal passage, ramming mercilessly through the tight little hole, sadistically stretching the agonized sphincter muscles wide ... wide ... until he had buried his thick pulsating cock deep up inside her hot buttery rectum, feeling the delicious satisfaction of his brutal penetration.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh!" Her shriek echoed through the room.
Amy gasped with pain and felt her consciousness fading from the unbearable torture in her insidiously impaled anus. She fought to keep from fainting as she clenched her quivering buttocks tightly, as tightly together as she could, trying to rid her bowels of the thickened shaft of male flesh.
With one last shuddering growl of lewd delight, Robinson rammed forward and his sperm-swollen balls slapped against her moist cuntal slit. It was only then that he realized that he was as far inside her tight little hole as he could possibly go. He held her nakedly squirming buttocks against his bristly pubic hair and gasped for breath, the shivering heat of her virginal little rectum almost blowing his mind. God, he thought, this is some hot little bitch!
The sadistic rape of her inflamed rectum threatened to unbalance the helplessly kneeling young woman. Never before had she been so agonizingly filled. His hot throbbing cock seemed to grow longer, pulsate faster, with each painful second. Then he brutally flicked the skewering instrument, forcing it even deeper into her cringing sheath.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee! No ... noooooo ... oh no! You're ripping meeeeeeee ... apart!"
It was impossible for her to believe that the tormenting pain shaking her entire body could get any worse. But it did! She groaned again and again as Robinson experimentally jabbed the head of his lust-thickened cock into the soft rubbery lining of her invaded anal passage. Satisfied that he was as deep as he could go, the executive slowly withdrew his rock-hard shaft almost all the way out, feeling her anal lips pout out as they clung to his pulsating penis. Then, with lust-glazed eyes, he stared at the obscene spectacle as his wildly excited hardness slowly disappeared again deep inside her belly.
"Goddamn! You're so tight! Oh, fuck! Hey, you rock and roll punks! Do you see your little girlfriend getting it in the ass?" His eyes rolled back in his head, and with a vicious grin on his face, he began to fuck out of control, sadistically sodomizing the wailing girl from behind with his rapacious prick.
"Please ... Mr. Robinson ... I beg you! Don't punish me any longer!" Amy wept as the pain destroyed any feeling of ecstasy she'd felt from the handsome rock star's virile young penis tightly embedded up inside her wetly clenching vagina.
Harry Bledsoe could feel the older man's massive cock sawing back and forth against his own lust-hardened shaft up inside her belly, and he could hardly believe the lurching male above her was actually fucking his own employee in the ass-hole. Must be some office they've got going over there at Robinson and Klein, he thought. Staring at the carnality while slamming deep up into Amy's hotly twitching cunt from below, the rock star's penis burgeoned out with a new excitement as he was forced into making harder, deeper strokes. He knew that Amy must really be suffering from the painful sodomy, but his own lewd desire overrode any feeling that he should help her. Besides, the powerful older man would only knock the shit out of him if he tried. And that in itself was enough reason to just lay there and fuck as he had been told to do. He turned his face toward his two friends lined up against the wall and a grin covered his handsome face as he saw their lewdly staring eyes burning in disbelief and carnal anticipation.
"Take that ... and that ... and that ... Robinson snapped through gritted teeth as he slammed his hardened shaft in and out of the young woman's tortured rectum. "This is how you treat a whoring bitch, you hear me? You fuck them in the ass-hole until they scream for mercy. It's the only cure!"
Robinson's eyelids fluttered with uncontrollable pleasure as the nakedly kneeling blonde futilely twisted beneath him in an effort to throw him off balance and dislodge his pulsing thickness from her stretched anal opening. But Amy's frantic writhing only caused the brutal sodomy to worsen as she accidentally bucked her mercilessly impaled rectum backwards, ramming the thick rod of flesh further than ever into her forever-stretched anal passage.
"Goddddddddddd," she wailed out the last of her protests as she realized the helplessness of her lewd position.
She lay sandwiched between Harry Bledsoe and her boss in total degradation; unable to move without having a lunging cock bury deeper into one of her completely filled passages. She was suffering impossible pain, but it was only ironic justice. She had used her body to enhance her career, and now this awful punishment was being heaped on her tortured body without hope of ending it.
Despair had dulled her brain to the point where it was almost a minute before the weeping young woman realized that the pain was diminishing, just as it had before. She frowned. Had her mind simply blocked it out? No! It was true! It didn't hurt any longer! Evidently her torn and stretched anus had grown accustomed to the thick length of cock buried deep up inside her belly. And then, as Robinson began a steady sodomizing stroke in unison with Harry Bledsoe's virile penis sawing back and forth inside her wetly clasping vagina from below, she even began to feel an unexplainable ripple of pleasure coming from her ravished hole nestled in the crevice between her quaking ass-cheeks.
Her suffering groans became gurgling moans of lewd delight as her brain reeled with confused impressions. The older man's penis actually felt good shoved all the way up inside her stretched rectal channel! It was a dark, forbidden perversion, but it did feel good now; and even though she was no longer suffering, her mind refused to accept the thought that she could actually be enjoying an act of perverse sodomy.
Her long blonde hair shimmered across Harry's face below her as she bounced up and down, backwards and forwards, a sensual blur of rhythm, luxuriating in the lewd twin fucking and the pleasure surging through her forever-stretched rectum and the strange attentions of the rock and roll star whose wonderfully throbbing penis was nudging her cervix on every stroke.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh! Yessssss! Fuck me, Harry darkling! And fuck my ass-hole, Mr. Robinson, you bastard," she heard the lewd words pour from her mouth and lust-constricted throat, but she had no control over them.
Harry heard her mindless cry as she slammed downward onto his rock-hard cock, and then lifted backwards against the older man's thick impaling penis. It was hard to believe that she was really asking to be sodomized. Maybe her fucking mind had already snapped. The incredible pressure increased inside the rock star's sperm-swollen testicles and almost drove him out of his mind as her enjoyment of the double ravishment became an undoubtable fact.
"Shit ... oh shit ... aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh! God damn it! Your pussy is too tight ... and it's so good ... and hot!" the rock star moaned gleefully, knowing that his raging climax was going to overtake him in seconds. "Jesus!" he moaned again.
"Yes ... yesssss ... fuck my cunt, Harry, darling ... my sweet Harry! Harder! Harder! Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh," the blonde wailed.
"I'm about to blow my fucking head, sweetheart. Put your ass in gear if youwant to come with me," the handsome musician groaned as he used all his mental power to hold off his impending orgasm.
"That's it! Look at her go, you ass-holes. That's what a woman looks like when she's getting with it," Robinson crowed lewdly as he gripped Amy's nakedly lurching hips, hanging on for dear life as she slammed him backwards into his loins, almost throwing him off balance on every stroke. "This little woman's a goddamned fucking machine," he yelled triumphantly.
But his grin faded almost immediately, and he began panting as he pistoned his thick hardness deep into her wildly rotating buttocks.
Amy moaned continuously now as the naked rock star impaled her hotly pulsating vagina from below while her boss from Robinson and Klein skewered her frantically puckering anus from behind. With a sure instinctive knowledge, the subserviently kneeling woman knew that she too was headed for a final explosion that would be greater than anything she'd ever experienced before in her life, and the hell with what came later.
Abruptly then, Amy felt a quivering in her writhing belly, and she began to buck with an insane strength between the rock star and the older man. Their naked flesh was covered with fine beads of sweat, and their bodies made wet slapping noises as they all three slammed together in the obscene dance of love.
"Baby ... goddamn son of a bitch! Fuck, woman ... I'm about to blow my lid ... aaa-aaaggggggghhhhhhh," Harry roared.
Suddenly, both lust-maddened males quickened their thrusts, hot and throbbingly deep as the shamelessly excited young blonde jerked her body uncaringly between them. They grunted and hissed, their lust-devoured bodies mingling as they writhed together, ready to explode with never-ending streams of warm white come.
Amy's naked swaying breasts were swaying back and forth across Harry's masculine chest as she squirmed up and down in ecstatic joy. And then, suddenly, she was shaking, no longer in control of her body, lewdly vibrating from head to toe between the two sandwiching males.
Her moistly throbbing little pussy opened up around the rock star's massive erection, and warm spewing gushes of her come flooded around his rapidly thrusting penis. Harry pistoned his hips up and down, rapidly fucking deep inside her quivering belly as the lips of her tightly convulsing cunt worked and sucked at his desire-inflated cock as though trying to pull it out by the roots.
"Oh God ... Oh Christ! Sweetheart ... harder ... fuck me harder ... I ... I ... I'm commm-mmmm iiiiiiiiiiggggggg! Aaaaaaaahhhhggggg-ggghhhhhhh! I'm cooommmmmmmmiiiiiinnnn-nnnggggg!" Amy wailed.
At the same time, feeling as though her spasming sphincter muscles were squeezing the head off his thick pulsing cock, Mr. Robinson groaned, "Oh Jesus! Oh Christ! I can't hold it any more! Aaaaaagggggghhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhh! Damn! Here it comes! I'm coommmmmiiinnnnnggnnggg! It's all yours, bitch!
He spewed his load of hot sticky come high up into her wildly sucking rectum and continued to groan in lewd delight until every drop of life-giving sperm had been sucked from his slowly collapsing penis.
Amy's throat was swollen and her breath rasped through her widened lips in short desperate moans as she felt the older man's wildly jerking cock explode deep up inside her helplessly ravaged anus. The tight muscular lining of her helplessly ravaged anus. The tight muscular lining of her vaginal passage clutched at Harry's bulldozing ramming cock, and he growled in abandoned passion, "Aaaaaaaaaa-aagggggghhhhhhhhh! Sheeeeeeeit! Man, I'm coming too! I'm ... comminnnng! Oooooohhhh-hhhhhhh!"
Harry plunged deep into the succulent woman's tightly clasping pussy with all his virile strength, almost squeezing Robinson's limply imprisoned flesh from her puckering anal passage. The warm white jets of his fresh semen flooded her quivering vagina just as he heard her scream out her second orgasm. "Oh my Goddd-ddddd!" she screamed. "I'm coming again.! "
Harry continued to slam his still-hardened cock in and out of her wetly twitching cunt until his youthful erection grew soft and slid downward, backing out of the hot little hole with a lewd slurping sound, leaving a thin stream of come flowing down her naked loins onto the velvet bedspread beneath her.
Amy's exhausted body quivered like a wounded animal, and she mumbled meaningless words of rapture as she felt the rock star's virile man-flesh sliding from her come-inundated cunt. When she felt him completely withdraw, she collapsed on top of his stilled body. The foamy white sperm trickled out of her fluttering vaginal passage and puddled on his pubic hair before dropping onto the stained velvet bedspread between their naked bodies.
As their orgiastic fluids mixed, joining them together, she knew in a sudden flash of lucidity that this had been her last extra-marital experience, that neither the famous rock star nor the rich executive mattered to her now. From this point forward she belonged to Rick, and to Rick only never mind the immediate past, she would be his for all time in the future.
Her boss withdrew from her ravaged anus and sat in exhaustion on the bed beside her. As his heated come flowed from her reddened hole and dripped down her trembling thighs, she didn't hate him for what he had done, didn't feel anything for him. He didn't exist as far as the future was concerned.
If she wasn't so exhausted, she thought, she'd get up right now, put on her clothes, say good-bye to Harry Bledsoe and the rest of them, and go right home to her husband. She knew that the waves of guilt she was feeling could never be assuaged, but she also knew that she could make it all up to Rick by becoming what she had been before a gentle, loving wife. The career that had seemed so important to her up to now suddenly lost all its glitter, all its value. The only thing that mattered to her was keeping her marriage intact and giving Rick the emotional support he so obviously needed.
By now Harry Bledsoe had begun to catch his breath and was sitting upright on the bed with a salacious grin on his face. "Congratulations, old man," he smirked at Robinson. "You sure know how to get a party going." Then, turning to Amy, he said, "And you, honey, when are we going to promote another concert?"
Amy glared at him. "As far as I'm concerned, never!" she said.
"You can say that again," said Mr. Robinson as he began to zip up his trousers. "As of now, Mrs. Barker no longer works for Robinson and Klein."
"Thank God," Amy said. She got up, dressed hurriedly, and walked out the door, leaving the four men to stare behind her.