Chapter 6

Rubba-Dub-Dub

Rodney delivered Hidalgo's message alright. Bright and early the next morning, Cena burst into the inner offices of Lorelei Oil with the twin dykes in tow.

"What's this I hear about a divorce?! " Cena demanded, stepping forward and leaning over the desk at the weated tycon.

"We're through, sweetheart, finito," Hidalgo said, grinning up at her. "Your last little romp at the Deep Sleep Motel provided me with all the evidence I need for a speedy decision in the case."

"Why you rancid little creep! Do you think I'd let you cut me off like that? Leave me with nothing? After all the things you've made me endure?! ! ! " Her face was livid with rage. "The nauseating feel of your hands on me? Your stinking, greasy paws?! ! ! Do you think I humored your disgusting perversions just to be dumped like so much spoiled meat?! ! ! ! "

The lovely woman drew back, her full mouth tight in a grim smile. "You know, Cosimo, you could be a very attractive man with a little help. Wanda ... Twinky ... help the man."

The two dykes whipped out their filleting knives, sadistic glee in their faces.

"Let's call it free plastic surgery," Cena quipped, rocking back on her heels and hugging herself as the dykes circled the wide teak desk.

Hidalgo looked terrified when I made no move to stop them. "What am I paying you for, Grue?! " he yelped, clutching at the desktop.

"Correction!" I snapped at the little man. "Past tense, Hidalgo. This is what you paid me for. After this we are quits. That is, I quit."

As Twinky rounded the corner of the desk, I moved. Dragging out the heavy revolver with one hand and lunging, I pounded Twinky's up-thrusting hand into the desktop with my fist, smashing her wrist with such force that she squealed aloud and dropped the knife. I swung in behind her before she could recover, took hold of her belt and threw her up on the desk, belly down. Then I jammed the wide, ugly muzzle of the Colt right between her levi-clad ass-cheeks, right into her ass-hole.

"Oh, God...." Twinky exclaimed very softly.

Wanda froze in her tracks; her mouth drooped open.

"Back off!" I hissed. "Back off, both of you! Or she gets a lead enema!"

"Give it to her!" Hidalgo shouted, pounding the desk with his fists. "Blow her goddam ass off!! ! "

I'd had enough of Mr. Oil Magnate. I pulled the barrel from between her cheeks and swung it on Hidalgo. The range was a foot and a half, the gaping mouth of the gun held rock steady between his eyes.

"Ohhhhh, christ..." he mumbled, seeing his life pass before his bug eyes.

"Go ahead, do something!" I shouted. The door to the inner office opened but I didn't notice. "Twitch! Snicker! You make me want to puke, Hidalgo. Goddam if you don't. I'd be doing the world a favor if I took off the top of your head!"

The tycoon began to sweat profusely. It sprang from his forehead in oily droplets.

Twinky shifted under my hand and I put the gun back in her crack, ramming it tight against her ass-hole. Then I hauled back on her belt, dragging her into the muzzle hard, making her thighs go around mine. "I don't know which of you I hate more," I said, rocking my hips into the gun butt, grinding the barrel into her ass like a cold mechanical cock. "Too bad we couldn't have done it like this, huh, Twinky? You can dig it, right?"

She responded to the pumping pressure of the revolver by groaning.

"Shee-it!" I said, stepping back and giving her a boot on the ass that sent her sliding across the desktop and landing on the floor with a thunk! "Get out of here!" I snarled.

The three women backed out the open door. The spectators, chicks in bikinis, and outer office staff, got out of their way. Hidalgo rushed to the door and closed it. His hands were shaking.

"Boy, you sure are a practical joker, Grue," Hidalgo said, hopefully. "You had me going and that's a fact."

"I meant what I said, Hidalgo. I don't want to work for you anymore."

"okay, okay," Hidalgo said, holding up his hands and doing a masterful job of stifling his rage at being thwarted. "I'm sure you have your reasons. I'm not an easy person to like. Or to work for."

I said nothing, but put the Python down on his desk and started removing the holster.

"But, look, you're leaving me in a real bad spot," he went on. "I mean, there've been three attempts on my life in the last twenty four hours

Five, I corrected him silently. I'd been ready to do the job twice.

" ... I need protection. You can't leave me until I find a replacement for you. If you did, it'd be like killing me yourself."

"I don't owe you anything," I said.

The stumpy man reached in his coat inside pocket and brought out a great wad of bills held together in a gold money clip. "Christ, Grue, take it all! Stick with me just for today. I'll have somebody else by tomorrow..."

I looked at the money but did nothing.

"Not money ... Girls!" he exclaimed. "Tonight, I promise you, as many of my secretaries as you want. All of them! How about it?"

"I'll take the money and the chicks," I said, reaching for the bankroll.

The office door opened just as I scooped it up and a very flustered accountant gawked at me.

"Who do you think you are, barging in here without knocking?" Hidalgo yelled. "You're fired! Go get your check. Now!"

The stunned man swallowed hard, his eyes full of disbelief. Hidalgo was back in action.

I did a whole lot of nothing the rest of the way. There were no more assaults on Hidalgo's august person. I watched the fish swim around in the tanks, read some skin diving magazines that were lying around, and fiddled with some of Hidalgo's displayed diving gear. He had some gruesome harpoon guns ... powered by compressed gas, they had enough wallop to shatter a shark's skull.

After the outer office crew had gone home for the night, Hidalgo merrily assembled his bikini shock troops. It was a tasty line-up, let me tell you. "Go on, take your pick, Mr. Grue," he urged.

Pick I did. But only after careful consideration and sometimes manual inspection. I chose a tight little blonde with freckles and pigtails. She was sweet babyfat all over. And I picked a black chick, no more than sixteen. Cute kitten face, short afro, and a round pair of ass-cheeks that made my balls ache every time I looked at them. Last I picked Marylou. Not because I felt sorry for her, or kinship with her hatred for Hidalgo. I picked her because she was such a rip-roaring fuck, and even if the others turned out to be cold fish, I knew she'd give me a royal screwing.

"okay, the rest of you can go home now," Hidalgo said. Then he turned towards me. "You picked well, Mr. Grue. Just don't wear them out, heh-heh, heh-heh. Please follow me..."

We left the chicks behind and went through an office I'd never been in before. At the rear of it was a double door. Hidalgo opened it and gestured for me to go in ahead of him. My destination was a bathroom of sorts. It was done up in gold and ivory tile ... gold fixtures and ivory sunken tub.

"Feel this," Hidalgo said, turning on the tap.

It wasn't water that ran over my palm. It was oil. Slick, perfumed and hot.

"I'll send the girls in presently," he said, leering as he closed the door and left me.

I adjusted the tape, put in the plug and stripped down to the buff while the tub filled. The perfume, musky and dizzying in the close quarters, was new to me. I'd say it smelled like pussy, only sweeter, but I know that sounds crazy.

When the tub was filled with the steaming yellow fluid, I turned off the faucets and stepped in.

GODDAM! Unlike water, the oil seemed to caress the skin, to suck at it. I sat down in the stuff and felt it squish between my ass-cheeks and under my balls. Then, like a water toy being inflated, my pud arched up from the slick liquid and pointed, pulsing at my chin. It glistened in the soft light of the bathroom.

The door opened and the freckled blonde came in. She was naked. Her taut little body was just the kind of stuff my stiff cock craved. It bobbed its swollen head in approval. As I ate her up with my eyes, digging the high uptilted tits capped with plest pink, the round curve of her tummy feathering into a fat, wide mound covered with tight golden curls, the hint of startling crimson beneath, she stared at my hard cock.

It flopped on my belly like a eel out of water. "Sorry," I said. "But the tub's mighty shallow..."

Her eyes glued to my flaring prick head, she knelt down, showing me a pair of firm buttocks and above them the angry lips of her pussy. She scooped up a handful of the hot oil. "It's shallow because Hidalgo can't swim," she said, pouring the oil down the cleft of her tits, letting it drip over her tummy and into her hot fork.

"No kidding?" I said, laughing. "Well, I guess that figures."

She smeared the oil over her nipples, closing her eyes at the slick feel of it. When she opened them again, there was a need in them ... a need for dick. Another handful of oil was poured, this one on her fat mons. She held her thighs parted so I could see the slippery fluid run over her pubes, soaking them, so I could see it trickle over her puffy cunt lips, ooze in between the crimson gash of her sex. Still she stared at my cock, drawn and repelled by its size.

"It'll make a new woman out of you," I said, laughing. My cock shifted on my belly, flopping in the musky liquid.

She stepped in the tub, squatting, then pushed flat out on her belly beside me, her face under the surface. When she pushed up from the bottom, her pony tails were two slick strands, her face dripping with oil. She pursued her lips and spewed a stream of hot oil over my face. God! It did smell like pussy!

I reached for her slick flesh but she slipped from my hand. She took hold of my erect cock and began rubbing her oily face on it, cooing and moaning into the slot.

"Mmmmm," she hummed. "Pee-nuss!" Her glistening lips parted, and dove over the head of my cock, bathing it in wonderful heat.

She was so slick. Her lips moved rapidly up and down my shaft. Greedy girl. She looked like a goddam high school cheerleader and she was going down on my greasy pud like a seasoned whore. Her freckled cheeks puffed in and out as she paused to give suck to my plum bob. Her tongue fluttered back and forth over the tender nerve bundle beneath my slot. Then down again, diving lips, stretched tight, slimy red banana sliding deep in her throat. Lord! Lord! Lord! The way she twisted her head once she had me bottomed! My cock head would vibrate as it was rasped against something hot and slippery way down in her gullet. And how the child could suck!

"Good girl! Such a good girl!" I muttered, groping for her well-lubricated buns. I hooked her thigh and slid her ass up towards my face. Without hesitation, I pushed her cheeks apart and mashed my gooey face into her gooey crotch. The feeling of hot buns on my cheeks, slick, crisp hairs and buttered velvet fork sliding over my mouth was mind-bending. Somewhere out of sight, a suction pump had latched onto the root of my cock. A tight ring was going up and down the bristly base.

"So sweet!" I mumbled into the slick buns, lashing my tongue over them, loving the round domes. I spread them far apart with my thumbs. The puckring pink pore of her ass drew my attention, as well as my tongue. I slid the tip of it up the protesting sphincter, then let its own natural sucking action draw me in deeper. Her body was searing hot on the inside and the pore began to squeeze the root off my tongue, pouting in and out as it did so.

For a stinky eternity we lay like that: she with her lips slogging up and down the final swollen inch of my cock, the head buried deep in her throat; me with slippery lips pressed tight to her flexing ass-hole, tongue flipping in and out, boring high into her ass, giving her prime ass-fuck.

Finally, I'd had enough. I pulled my tongue from her sucking butt with difficulty and pressed my lips to her slick red gash. At the feel of my mouth on her sex, she doubled-timed her cocksucking efforts. She wanted me to eat her pussy and she wanted it bad. I obliged, nuzzling my face in between sopping lips, and lancing her deep on the first thrust. I held the slick gobes of her butt in my palms and pumped with face and neck, making my tongue fuck her like a cock.

Oooh-weee! Her stink was far tangier than the oil's and it made my balls tighten just to whiff it. And I did more than whiff it, I wallowed in it, gobbling up the sudden slick rush that bubbled into my mouth.

"UMMMM! MMMMPH!" she whinnied. She was holding onto my hipbones and her head was bobbing at blinding speed. A regular cocksucking machine.

I was too wrapped up in the deep red slit to notice the door opening. But I did notice a pair of slender brown feet stepping into the tub beside my head. Panting, I took tongue from cunt and replaced it with a pair of plunging fingers.

"Hi, baby," the black chick said.

I was looking right up into her cunt. Framed by round, round hips, it was a sleek ebony mound. Just a tad of kinky fuzz above the cleft. The cleft being chocolate on the outside and shoeing pink on the inside. Creamy pink and dewy moist.

She squatted down next to me, her thighs wide part. I gawked at the way her pussy split, at the saucy domes of he ass. "You a horny Honky, huh, baby?" she said, scooping up a handful of oil and rubbing it into her pear shaped, chocolate tits. "She be suckin' your dick pretty good. You hon-gry, baby?" she asked, pouring oil onto her already slippery snatch.

I swear I could smell her pussy fumes over the perfume of the oil, over the blonde's funky juice on my mouth. The inside of my mouth filled with drool.

"Heah, le' me do this," she said, taking my fingers from the blonde's pussy. She slid three of her own into the red slow, twisting and flipping them expertly. "And you do me."

She squatted closer and then kneeled on either side of my face. I took hold of her big, jutting buttocks and dragged her fragrant cunt down on my mouth. Kissing and sucking, I laid waste to outer lips, ravaged the inner ones. By the time I shoved tongue up her tight box, she was quivering all over and her brown fingers were a diving blur flying into the red hole.

"Uhhh! HONKY MUTHERFUCKA!! " she cried, as her cunt clamped my tongue root. She took me by the ear and tried to make me tongue-fuck her faster by tugging hard. When that failed she held my face still and began humping my mouth like a black maniac. Her pussy opened wider and wider over my face like a sloppy flower, and it makes squishy sucking noises every time my tongue shot home.

The blonde at my cock sucked expertly, knowing intuitively when to lighten up the pressure so I couldn't come. She teased and taunted me with her sucking mouth.

I held the black chick's buns as best I could. They were incredibly slick and fat. As she humped wildly, her whole ass slid around in my palms. I had my little finger tips touching, the edges of my hands held together tightly to contain her violent ass shaking. Again and again the tips of my pinkies bumped over the dainty dimple of her ass-hole. Every time she moaned ecstatically.

"Honky, you know what I need," she said, her voice a low growl.

Timing my attack with her ass flip, I thrust my paired fingers up her butt hole.

"MUTHERFUCK,TASSOGUDE!! "she cried.

I gave her more. The fingertips bored up not hole. The tips touched but the long bones remained apart so that the tool I used to ream her butt was wedge shaped. The more length I gave her, the more width I gave her also.

"UHHHNGA! UHH!" she moaned as her pore stretched to accommodate my knuckles. She made high pitched squeaking sounds when her gash slopped into my face. "STOP! OH! STOP!! ! " she pleaded, raising up off my face, shuddering.

I kept my finger up her ass, kept twisting it, flipping it in and out, making the round pucker-mouth puff and pout.

"OH! NO!! " she wailed, digging her nails into my hands and drawing my fingers from her ass-hole. They parted company with wet smacking sound. "COCK! I want COCK!" she exclaimed, grabbing the blonde by her pigtails and hauling her mouth off my dick.

With her sleek back to me, she squatted again, spreading her fat buns with both hands. I could see the puckered brown butt hole between the ebony cheeks. Then she gripped my cock and put the angry red head right on her ass-hole. "Ohhhh!" she yelped as she bore down with all her weight.

My cock slid into a tight brown heaven. The fucking power of her ass-hole was amazing. It convulsed over every inch of my cock. Up and down she raised her ass, driving my pud deep into her ass on every thrust.

Not wanting to be left out, the blonde threw herself on the black chick. Standing right in front of the humping girl's face, she tossed a slender white leg over her shoulder and shoved all that hot muff into her mouth. The black chick never missed a thrust. She began gobbling he white pussy hungrily, sending tongue stabs deep into the crimson slot.

Then, a pair of sweet white thighs descended on my head. Marylou! Her hands were trembling as she caressed my face, positioning me for the treat to come. Her nearly hairless pussy grazed my nose, mouth, chin. I was awash in the musty odor of her. I opened my mouth and held out my tongue. Slowly, she dragged herself across the broad, quivering blade. Asshole, then slick skin, then hot slot. All of her crotch slid across my tongue. It was clear that she intended to drive me mad with tiny sips of her body, when what I craved was a deep, deep draught.

I shoved an oily finger up her tight ass-hole and held her still, like a bowling ball, while I gave her cunt the suck of a lifetime. She shuddered and her ass-hole gripped my knuckle. And then I was quaking like a leaf, my balls pulsed, sending intense nut joy to brain pan, fingers, toes, and I was coming! Coming right up that flipping brown ass!

At the feel of spurting cock high in her rectum, the black chick screamed. A scream muffled by the gooey folds of the cunt she was sucking. A scream whose trapped vibrations sent flurries of pleasure flying over the blonde's clit.

In and out, the brown ass-hole rode me, drawing the hot sperm from my nuts. Above the swish of Marylou's frantic thighs, I could hear joyous fuck sounds echoing in the small tile room. The sounds of tumescent sex flesh merging, parting merging.

The first two spurts of my cock were small ones. The third was a monster. I could feel it rising up my cock tube, a torpedo of splooie. It thrilled me to the marrow to send that hot load flying up her butt. And when the searing heat touched the sensitive walls of her anus, her ass-hole went berserk, clutching and sucking, drawing my orgasm out to the point of pain.

When the wild fuck session ground to a halt, there were four happy folks in the oil bath. We ran a fresh tub and played like we were sardines for awhile, sliding arid slipping over each other until we got so hot we all had to have another fuck.

Let me tell you, I was BONE tired when I bid the chicks good night. I wasn't going to say anything to Hidalgo, just split, but I saw a light on in his office and got the sudden guilts over all the money he'd given me, not to mention the hot and horny teenagers. So, I opened the door and went in.

A guy in my profession gets used to seeing things that would make an ordinary citizen lose his lunch. Me big hardman, and all that crap. But what stared back at me from Hidalgo's throne chair made the gorge rise in my throat.

It was Hidalgo. He was stone, glassy dead. His face was twisted up in a terrible grimace of pain, frozen like that. Both his hands were wrapped around the shaft of one of his goddam harpoons, as if he'd been trying frantically to pull the thing out of himself when he died. Whoever killed him wanted him to suffer. It was a gut shot, right through his belly and deep into the wood frame of the chair, pinning him like a butterfly on a needle, holding him there to die.

From the papers strewn everywhere and the shredded clothing about the entrance wound, it must've taken him a long, long time to get over the hump.

I picked up the phone and called the police . Mistake Number One.