Chapter 2
He and Rene had really balled it up all night and most of the next day. They would tear one off and then drop off to sleep. Then he would be awakened by the wonderful sensation of Rene nibbling on his malehood. She kept it up until he came. Then they would drop off to sleep until he woke up and either went down on her or brought her around with his finger.
Rene was a very hot piece and she loved him. Where Terry and sex was concerned she was willing to try anything.
She finally left late in the afternoon to make the rounds of the agents offices and Terry slept on until late that night.
When he awoke he prepared himself to go to work.
The starting point ... Club Rondo.
The Club Rondo was on Fifty Second Street. The interior was dark and smoky and laughter mixed with the beat tempo of a very bad combo.
Terry Scott was shown to a table. He sat, lit a cigarette, and ordered a scotch.
A tall slim redhead in a clinging sheath stepped up on the dais when the combo finished their number. She immediately went into a Rodgers and Hart number. She sang deadpan, her voice emotionless, her face immobile.
A blonde with a way-out body came up to Terry's table. "You alone?" She wore a low-cut gown made of a filmy material. Her knockers were big and round and the tops bunched out the dress.
"Very much alone."
"Want company?" she asked. "Come sit down, do you want a drink?" She sat. The waiter came over and she ordered a whiskey.
The girl singer finished her number. There was scattered applause.
"Like her?" the blonde asked. Terry shrugged his shoulders.
The waiter brought over her drink. "Can I have a sip?" Terry asked. "It's soda and you know it." Terry laughed.
The girl singer started another song.
"There's something fascinating about her," Terry remarked. "She isn't spoken for, is she?"
"That's Hans Krakalow's piece," the blonde said. "So don't fool with her."
"Who's he?"
"He owns this joint. And a tough hombre."
"Does she have a name?"
"Gina Clark." The blonde sipped her soda. "And my name is Alice. "You're supposed to pay attention to me."
"I will, my dear. I will."
"I suppose you have a name?"
"Terry."
"You're pretty tall, Terry. Not very handsome. What do you do?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course."
"I'm a criminal."
"With that British accent?"
"There are criminals in Britain," he told her. "America doesn't have a priority when it comes to the Underworld."
"Did you just get off the boat?"
"You ask too many questions, Alice." The redhead had stopped singing and the combo went into some dance music. "Shall we?" he asked.
"Sure."
They stood up and walked toward the tiny dance floor. He put his arms around her and they danced. She shoved her body hard against him.
Over her shoulder, he saw the redhead sitting at a table by herself. He danced Alice toward the table. "Hello, Gina," he said to the singer.
Gina Clark didn't know whether to be amused or not. She decided to be amused. She showed small pearly teeth.
"You shouldn't have done that," Alice said, scowling.
"I find her fascinating. How about introducing me?"
"Well, I don't know."
"Come on, be a sport."
"I'll be left in the cold," she complained.
"No, you won't I promise."
She suddenly stopped dancing. "Okay. But don't say I didn't warn you. She's got a tough boy friend." She took his arm and they walked to Gina's table. "He insists I introduce him," Alice told the redhead.
"So introduce," Gina said.
"Gina, Terry."
The redhead laughed. "Are you going to stay awhile? If you do, it'll cost you a bottle of champagne."
"A most welcome sacrifice." Terry held a chair for Alice, then sat down. A waiter appeared like magic. Terry ordered a bottle of champagne.
"He's Limey," Alice said.
"You sing like a nightingale," Terry said.
"And you're a liar," Gina said. "But do go on; I love flattery."
"You're divine," Terry said. "Enchanting."
The champagne arrived and Terry poured.
A big loose-jawed man arrived at the table. He scowled at Terry.
Terry looked at him. "Yes?" he said.
The big man turned on his heels and walked away. He parked himself against the opposite wall and watched them.
"Now what was that all about?" Terry wondered out loud.
"That was Ira Simeon," Alice said.
"He's supposed to be my bodyguard," Gina Clark explained. "He can be a bore at time."
"He's going to spoil the fun," Alice complained.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Gina suddenly said. "We can got to Alice's place."
"Hans won't like that," Alice said. "Besides, I'm just a B-girl. I can't just walk out now, it's too early."
"I'll square it with Hans," Gina said. "What the hell? Terry is your boy friend, not mine. Hans won't have any reason to be jealous."
"Well, I don't know," Alice said.
"It takes you a million years to make up your mind," Gina complained. "Just get up and we'll take off."
"But what'll we do at my place?" Alice wanted to know.
"Well drink," Gina said, "and we'll contemplate our sex organs." She shrugged her slim shoulders. "We'll find something to do." She winked at Terry.
"The three of us?" Alice asked, her mouth agape.
"I see you've led a sheltered life," Gina said, laughing. "Poor kid."
"I like my sex in private," Alice said.
"Okay then," Gina said. "I won't interfere" with you and Terry. I don't think."
"Stop shoving him between my legs," Alice complained. "We just met."
"What? No electric sparks at the first glance?" Gina drank her champagne. "Okay, Alice. I'll let you shove him between my legs."
"Why don't you two girls just toss a coin?" Terry suggested. "Or throw dice for me?"
"We'll think of something when we get to Alice's flat," Gina said. "Unless Alice had cold feet." She looked pointedly at Alice.
The blonde gulped her champagne. "Okay. I'm game."
Terry signaled the waiter, paid the bill, and they stood up to leave. "I have to get my wrap," Alice said. "Meet you outside." She hurried away.
Terry took Gina's arm and they walked away from the table.
The combo started a fruge.
There was an alcove which separated the main floor from the doors that led outside. In the alcove, Gina suddenly turned, put up her hands and held Terry's head while her lips met his. Her lips were cool and moist.
She broke away. "Like that?"
"Very much."
Terry held the door open for her when the big man appeared again. "Gina, you ain't goin' no place. His voice was heavy. Behind him there came the sound of hot music. "You're staying put."
"You go to hell!" Gina said.
The man moved heavily toward Terry. "Beat it, Buster," he growled. "While you still got your health." Terry got set to throw a punch. "Be careful," Gina warned. "He goes for the knife."
The man grinned. "I don't need to knife for this punk." He suddenly threw a punch.
Terry came up close, the man's fist brushing the back of his neck and drew his knee up sharply. The man screamed.
Terry hit him hard, then chopped at the back of his neck while he was going down.
"That's the first time I ever saw Simeon get taken ... and stay took," Gina said.
They went outside.
Alice joined them five minutes later. "Somebody slugged Ira Simeon," she said.
"Terry did that," Gina said. "Come on, let's grab a cab."
The three of them got into the back seat of a cab that had been parked on the street in front of the club.
Terry was sitting between the two girls. Alice told the driver her address, and he pulled the car away from the curb and entered the traffic snarl.
Gina reached over to Terry's lap and unzipped his trousers. She reached her fingers around until she found his malehood and pulled it out of his trousers.
"Let's see what you've got to offer," Gina said, smiling, as she began to stroke his malehood up and down.
Terry had no objections and his malehood extended and expanded in her hand.
Alice complained that Gina should wait until they got to her apartment, but Gina said that she was impatient.
"I can also get my kicks by eating you," said Gina, and she lowered her head and took his malehood between her lips.