Chapter 11

Helen and Marsha joined Terry for dinner.

The dining area was a huge room filled with tables and chairs. Off to one side was the kitchen with busy cooks and waiters. The main course for dinner was chicken a la burgandian. There was side dishes of buttered Lima beans and sauteed mushrooms. There was a variety of wines; rose, sauterne, rhine, sherry, and port.

After dinner, Helen and Marsha escorted Terry down the corridor to a room where there were rows of divans facing a screen. In the back of the room stood a table with a projector on it. Scotty the man from the locker room, was handling the projector.

"Let's get started," a gruff voice said.

The audience sat and Scotty selected a reel of film.

"These divans are used for other purposes than just sitting," Helen whispered in Terry's ear.

The lights went out and reel number one came on.

The players were a plumber, his helper, and a female who couldn't pay her bill. The helper and the plumber finally came up with a solution on how to get payment. The female quickly agreed. She took on the plumber and his helper at the same time.

"I can do better than that," a female patron of the arts hooted from the audience.

A male voice laughed, then said, "Show me."

Reel number one came to a close. The lights came on and Scotty got busy selecting reel number two.

Terry turned and saw a man undressing a girl on one of the divans.

The lights went out and Helen put a hand on Terry's knee. Anytime you feel like the real thing," she whispered huskily.

Marsha was on his other side. "Don't forget me."

Helen's fingers ran up and down Terry's thigh as she watched the movie. Her breathing was far from normal. She made a claw of her hand and clutched at Terry's lob.

The suddeness of the movement made him jump slightly. Then he relaxed while her fingers worked their magic. He put his arm around her shoulder and dipped his hand into the opening of her dress. He encountered a bra-filled breast. He captured the mound and his other hand swept under the skirt of her dress. He smoothed her thighs with his palm.

"You two better not leave me out in the cold," Marsha whispered furiously.

Terry's hand came away from under Helen's skirt and fumbled for Marsha's breast.

"That's better," Marsha said.

There was much movement in the projection room. There were sighs of passion, giggles, laughter. An orgy was going on.

"Shall we join them?" Helen asked.

"Can't we go to my room?" Terry asked.

"We sure can," Helen said.

The three of them got up and walked out. Behind them were passion cries and groanings.

He kept his hands on the girl's breasts as they made their way to his room.

Helen bounced on the bed. "I'm first," she announced. "I have a later date, that's why."

Marsha started to strip. "Let's get in the mood."

"You keep your clothes on," Helen told Terry. "We'll attend to you ourselves." She quickly stripped, then she and Marsha forced Terry to lay on the bed. They started to strip him.

It was a new experience for Terry; being stripped by two naked girls. He suspected that they had worked as a team before. When he was naked, Helen clutched at him, grinding her hot body against his. He squeezed her ample breasts while she got on top of him.

Marsha lay on her side, watching. When it was over, she said. "Now watch me."

Terry shook his head. "I need time to recuperate."

"I wish I could stay the night," Helen said, getting out of bed. "But I've a date with Lester." She dressed, waved goodbye, and left the room.

"There's no real hurry," Marsha said. She got up and examined the liquor cabinet. "I see you've got a full stock. What do you want?"

"Scotch."

She poured, brought the glasses over to the bed.

Terry sat up, took a glass, and critically examined her. Marsha Hale was tall and well-built. Her hair was a deep red, and it hung down to her slender shoulders. Her breasts were small but well rounded with coral nipples at their summits. Her belly was lean and smooth. The thighs long and sleek.

"Like what you see?" she said.

Terry Scott nodded his head, yes.

"What kind of racket are you in? she asked. "Or should I keep my mouth shut?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," she urged.

"I'm in the bubble gum business."

"What?"

"Sure. I was doing okay till I got greedy. I tried to take over all the bubble gum business in town. I'd approach a little kid and ask him where he was getting his bubble gum. If he mentioned a rival firm I'd smash him around. My ruin came about when...."

"Oh, shut up."

"Don't you want to hear the rest of it?"

"No."

"Don't you want to hear how I hijacked bubble gum trucks?"

"No."

"Or the time I was selling hot bubble gum?"

"No, you idiot." She sipped at her drink. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I can ask you the same thing," he pointed out.

"I'm here to keep you amused."

"And I'm here for the obvious reason; I'm hiding out."

"What did you do, pull a stickup?"

"Nothing as crude as all that," Terry said. "When I became known as the bubble gum king my rivals got very jealous and forced me to flee town."

She finished her drink. "What did you think of Leona Gay?" she asked.

"A shrewd female."

"Smart as a whip," Marsha said. "But she's got a problem."

"Haven't we all?"

"This problem keeps her here," Marsha said. "She hates the Den of Iniquity. But her craving keeps her under Gall's thumb. She needs loot to satisfy this craving.

"Is it dope?"

Marsha shook her head. "Gambling. She's got the gambling fever. That's why she has to put up with a lot of crap."

"How did she get mixed up with Gall?"

"He had an interest in a gambling joint in Vegas," Marsha said. "Leona was a customer. She got in over her head, owed the clip joint a pile of I. O. U.'s. Gall put her to work. When he took this joint over Leona came with him. I suspect he uses her in other ways too." She winked at Terry. "If you know what I mean?"

"I guess I do."

"Gall isn't the real boss," Marsha said. "He just fronts for him."

"Who is the real boss of the outfit?"

"I heard he'll be around tonight. He usually comes around to greet the new guests."

"Doesn't he have a name?"

Marsha shrugged. "I never heard anyone mention it. Maybe he's the cautious type."

Terry handed her his empty glass. "You can bring me a refill."

She took his glass and deposited it and hers on top of the liquor cabinet. She came back to the bed holding a full bottle of scotch.

Terry looked at her wondering what she was going to do.

She unscrewed the cap and tipped the bottle so that the liquor spilled out over his chest, belly, thighs and then over his malehood.

She placed the empty bottle on the table next to the bed and leaned her head over his chest and began to lick up the liquor. Her tongue was flicking in and out the way a cat laps milk.

Slowly, very slowly she began to move down his chest and over his belly then over to his side and down his hip and over his thigh.

Terry began to moan as the blood raced through his veins and his malehood visibly throbbed to the rapid beat of his heart.

She was licking up the inside of his thigh. When she reached the top of his thigh she lifted his leg up into the air and pushed it to the side so that her tongue could reach the area at the top most inner thigh.

Terry was groaning and pounding his fist against the mattress. He was going out of his mind with pleasure. This broad must have been tutored by the queen of all French whores, he thought.

Now she began to lick, at what Terry always called his family jewels.

This was the greatest! This was the ultimate of exquisite agony! He screamed, he twitched. His entire body was tingling with ecstasy.

Now she moved higher, flicking her tongue all around the base of his malehood ... now up ... up ... up ... tongue constantly working. Now it was flicking and wrapping itself around the flaming coral tip.

Now her lips surrounded the top ... squeezing, pulling ... teeth gently nipping. Suddenly she had the whole thing in her mouth and her lips were dragging up and down on all sides of his malehood.

He couldn't hold back. He screamed as he exploded, but she didn't release him. Her lips kept pulling, her mouth kept drawing, her tongue kept slashing, so that there was no let down at the end of his orgasm. He was right up there ... hot ... excited ... stiff ... ready to keep on going.

She let his malehood slip out of her mouth and snaked her way up his body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his, ramming her tongue down his throat.

She pressed her sharp breasts against his chest. His hand slid along the skin of her cool, naked back.

He felt the firmness of her buttocks. Her eyes, deep like bottomless pools, looked into his. Then there was animal hunger mirrored there, raw animal hunger.

Her mouth came away from his "Touch my tits."

He touched them. He felt the hard nipples the smooth cool skin of the thrusting mounds.

"Suck them," she commanded.

He bent his head and feasted on her breasts.

She watched him feed. "That's it. Take the nipple in your mouth. She ran her finger through his hair. She took his hand and put it on her belly. "Touch me. Feel me. Finger me." She closed her eyes as his finger entered the moist crevice between her thighs.

Terry suddenly raised his head, kissed her throat, "I can't wait," he groaned.

"Then screw me baby," she crooned. "Screw me." She looked up at him. She felt his stiff spear. "Stick it in me, honey. I'm ready to cream out now."

The sky exploded. The sun moved.

The flames rushed forwards, sweeping them along, man and woman, till the fires were doused with waves as smooth as glass and the surface of the oceans showed hardly a ripple. Man and woman floated, exhausted, drained.

"Oh, baby," Marsha said. "Oh, my baby."

"I must be dead." Terry said.

"It was great." She kissed his chest. "I'm still tingling. I wish it could have lasted longer. Much longer.

"We have no control over that."

"Yes, I know, damn it."

"You must ask Leona for me for tomorrow night," she begged. "Don't disappoint me."

"It'll take me at least a week to recover," he said. "No it won't. And you know it."

"I'm not made of steel."

"I'm staying the night," she said.

"If you want."

"And I'm going to work my magic tongue on you," she promised.

"Oh, no," he groaned.

"Yes. I want more. I want...."

There was a knock on the door.

Terry raised his head. "Who is it?"

"It's Rocky," the guard said "Mr. Gall wants to see you in his office."

"Tell him I'll be right there," Terry said.

They heard Rocky's footsteps fade.

"I guess it's your turn to meet the owner of the Den of Iniquity," Marsha said.

"That's something I don't want to miss," Terry said, getting out of bed. He started to dress.

"I'll be here when you get back," Marsha said. She watched him walk out the door.

He turned to look at her. She did something with her tongue and he knew that he wasn't as tired as he thought he was.