Chapter 3
The taxi pulled to a stop at the curb in front of Alice's apartment house. The driver pulled on the emergency brake and turned around in his seat and watched, bug eyed, as Terry and Gina both reached a climax.
Gina moaned and sat up breathing rapidly. "Oh, I love to do that," she said breathlessly. "But you're going to have to do the real thing sometime soon."
Terry handed the driver his fare and the three people got out of the cab.
"Hey, Mac," the driver shouted to Terry.
Terry turned and said, "Yes?"
"When I get home tonight," the driver said, "I'm going to punch my old lady in the mouth." He shoved the stick into drive and gunned the cab away from the curb.
Terry and the two girls laughed and went on up the stairs....
Alice's apartment consisted of three rooms; Bedroom, living room, kitchenette. The refrigerator was loaded with beer. She hated whiskey, Alice confessed.
"Do you mean there's no whiskey in the joint?" Gina Clark asked.
"I keep some scotch for visitors," Alice said.
"Thank Goodness for that. Trot it out."
They sat in the living room; Alice drinking beer, Gina and Terry drinking scotch and water.
"Do you do anything besides sing?" Terry asked Gina.
"Now what do you mean by that?" she asked.
"Your interests. Do you paint, model, take dope?"
"I just sing."
"She also does a mean strip," Alice put in. "You shut up," Gina said. "Well, you do."
"Only when I'm high," Gina giggled.
"Have some more scotch," Terry said.
"Come on, liven things up," Alice urged.
"I'll need music," Gina said, weakening.
"I'll take care of that." Alice brought in a record player from her bedroom. She put on a record.
It was a lively number, featuring plenty of trumpet.
Gina had another drink, then got up. She started swaying her hips. "I usually do this just for my friends."
I know, you don't have an enemy in the world," Terry said.
Alice clapped her hands. "Let's go."
Gina lowered her shoulder straps. "I'm not wearing a bra," she announced. Her gown fell to her waist. Her breasts were bare. They were small, tipped with coral. Two firm, jutting swellings. "Disappointed?" she asked Terry, her hips swaying faster.
He shook his head, no.
She pushed the gown down to her ankles, stepped out of it. She wore black panties. Her thighs were slim and milk-white. Her belly was lean and decorated with a navel, which showed above the panties.
Alice put her hand on the back of Terry's neck. "Are you horney?"
"Yes," he said.
"You don't have to see any more," the blonde said. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Not yet."
Gina started to push the panties down.
The record ended with a final blast of trumpet.
The panties came up.
"End of performance," Gina announced.
"But you didn't finish," Terry complained.
"Maybe next time." There was promise in her eyes.
Alice jumped to her feet. She took hold of his arm. "Let me show you what I can do ... in the bedroom." She pulled at his arm and he got to his feet.
Gina reached for her gown.
Alice and Terry went into the bedroom.
From the living room came the sound of music. Gina had put on another record.
"I've got bigger tits than she has," Alice said, taking her gown off. She moved in close. "I think she's hot for you. She'll probably lay for you too. But not till I get my share." Her mouth was warm and demanding. Her breasts flattened against his chest. She ground her hips against him.
As he began to work on her he thought about Gina. Her slim body and small breasts. He wanted Gina, he wanted her badly. He pushed Alice onto the bed and started to undress.
Alice writhed on the bed like a snake. "Come on," she urged. "Stick it in. I can't wait."
He got on the bed with her.
Her body was soft, her thighs damp with desire. There was the bitter-sweet odor of woman. It was in her loose blonde hair and on her heavy breasts. He kissed the inner thighs and she moaned heavily. Her hips moved frantically. "Please," she begged.
"Please don't tease me. If you're going to tongue me, do it. Put it in there and flick it."
He did just that too, when his tongue entered her she screamed and arched her back so that she brought her body up to meet his face. Terry wiggled his tongue around inside her for a while and then he stopped and mounted her. He had really worked her up and she screwed like a mountain lion in heat. They hit the screaming peak together.