Chapter 16

It was a bigger room than the one Terry had viewed the stag films in the night before. There were sofas and chairs set against the four walls, leaving the middle of the floor bare except for a thick rug. All the guests, except two, were seated, with the girls either on laps or on the floor.

Terry didn't see Gall, Simeon, or any of the guards. He was on one of the divans with Leona on his lap. Her dress had hiked up above her knee.

"When's the action?" A male voice shouted.

A door opened and two couples walked to the middle of the floor. They were all nude. The girls were both small, with sharp breasts and boyish hips. The men were tall and good-looking.

"I asked the two best looking men I could find," Leona whispered in Terry's ear. "They were eager to cooperate."

"Tall men and small girls," Terry observed. "Contrast."

"One of the girls was a natural redhead. She twined her arms around her partner's waist and started to nibble on his chest.

The other girl, dark haired, sat down on the rug and pulled her man down to her. She pulled his head down to her breasts and he started to kiss the thrusting mounds.

"Go to it, fellas," one man in the audience encouraged.

The redhead's hands started to wander over her partner's body. Soon he became visibly aroused. He put his hands on her buttocks and she clung to his neck, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. They started to make love, he on his feet, she clinging to him like a monkey.

"They say that's very tiring," Terry murmured in Leona's ear.

"Don't you know by personal experience?" Leona whispered, her hand unbuttoning Terry's jacket. "Never tried it that way." The couple on the floor soon became one. Both girls started to moan.

Leona got Terry's shirt opened, slipped a cool hand in to venture over his chest.

"Are you excited?" he asked her. "Yes," she said. "Very." Terry put a hand on her knee.

The couple on the floor finished their gyrations. The man and girl still standing slowly sank to the rug, exhausted.

Terry's hand crept under Leona's dress. He caressed her thigh. The skin was soft, but cool like marble.

One man in the audience got up and ran to the middle of the room. He stripped off his clothes and joined the redhead on the rug. He kisser her knees and thighs.

"This place will be a madhouse soon," Leona said.

"Shall we get out of here?"

"I think we'd better," he said. They got up and walked out of the room.

Terry looked over his shoulder and saw two men start to work on one another. He was glad they had decided to leave. Male to male action made him a little sick. He was strictly a nookie man.

Terry took off his jacket and shirt while Leona made two drinks.

She sat on the bed beside Terry. They drank, then he took her glass and she lay back on the bed. He put the glasses aside and slipped off his shoes. He leaned over her, put a hand against the side of her face. He kissed her lips.

He put up a hand, palmed her nipple.

"Be gentle with me," she whispered.

"I will," he promised.

"Gall is brutal. He only looks out for himself. Never one thought about me. He uses me. He takes me brutally. Don't be like that."

"I won't." Terry started to undo her bodice. He opened her dress and exposed a white brassiere. He bent his head and kissed the shadowy valley which showed just above the bra. He made her sit up and took her dress off. She lay back down in her bra and panties.

He stripped off his pants and shorts.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked looking up at him.

"I'm going to tongue your body. I'm going to make you hot. I'm going to lay you."

"My body?" You're going to tongue my body."

"Yes."

"Where? Exactly where? Tell me."

"Your knockers," he said. "I'm going to tongue your knockers, your belly, your thighs and then I'm going to stick my tongue inside you and flap it around."

She closed her eyes. "Do it. Please, do it."

He pulled down her bra straps, exposed her breasts. They were small and round with light pink nipples. He kissed the left one, then the right one. He tugged at a nipple with his lips.

She moaned. Her soft lips opened slightly and moans escaped from between them.

He kissed the area below her breasts, then wandered down to her lean belly. He pulled down her panties, exposing her navel. He kissed the navel, dipped his tongue into the aperture. He drew the panties down her thighs, off her feet, tossed them aside. He kissed a knee, then the length of her thigh felt the tip of his tongue. Her knees opened and he slid his tongue into the soft, moist, texture of her womanhood. His lips clinging to the soft surrounding flesh.

"I want to touch you," she moaned.

He knelt on the bed by her side while her hands wandered over his body. She touched his belly and thighs, his hips and buttocks. She stroked his lob where she knew he would get the most pleasure. "I want it," she said. "I want it now."

He climbed over her, measuring his body against hers. He felt her fingers rake his back and her teeth sank into his shoulder. Her body was his. The warmth, the softness, the passion was his. It was for him. And he responded by being gentle and striving to bring her to climax.

Her scream of passion told him he had succeeded.

They were resting her arm across his middle, when the door was flung open. Donny Gail and Ira Simeon walked in.

There was a cry of outrage from Leona. She sat up, crossed her arms over her breasts.

"What is this?" Terry asked, showing annoyance. "I want you to come with me," Gall said. "Where to?"

"My office," Gall said. He looked at Leona. "I thought you didn't like to screw around." Leona didn't answer him.

Ira Simeon looked at Leona and licked His lips. "I could eat her," he said.

"We'll see," Gall said.

Terry got out of bed and started to dress.

"Make it snappy," Gall said.

"Go to hell," Terry answered. When he was dressed, he said, "Okay. Let's go." He started for the door. "Wait a minute. Is it okay if I kiss Leona good night? You boys might want me for a long session."

"Sure," Gall said.

"Maybe you'd better kiss her goodbye," Simeon suggested.

Terry sat down on the bed, kissed her neck, managed to whisper in her ear, "Under the matress." He got up and walked out the door with Simeon and Gall.

Leona quickly slipped into her panties. She then lifted the mattress and found the Marshal's revolver. She put the gun on the bed and thoughtfully finished dressing.