Chapter 3
Jack Newman used to be a great reporter. He had been regarded as one of the real up-and-comers. His future was indeed rosy. Every step he took was three times the leap of his colleagues. In a short period of five years he became the top man on his paper's staff. He was supposed to make it before he was thirty.
He didn't.
He made one quick, fatal fall into the bottomless pit of alcohol and that was that.
Some say it was his wife leaving him, others said that he just couldn't cope with all the lies and corruption he'd encountered in government. Whatever it was, it had done the trick. Jack Newman went from top reporter to nothing in just a few short months.
Now he was reduced to covering small time crime stories. Even at that he could barely make his deadlines, but he was lucky in that a lot of cops liked him and would feed him facts that other reporters would have had to dig out. That gave him enough time to file his story and also more time to drink.
He liked that.
Right now he was sitting in the Golden Lounge nursing an over-priced beer, hardly watching the show that was going on across the room from him. This was a topless, bottomless joint that featured the sexiest acts in town. The girls really put it all out front here and they gave you your money's worth. Which was probably the reason that it was about to be busted.
Jack had gotten the tip from the detective who was going to be in charge of the raid. Lt. Michels admitted to Jack earlier in the day that he didn't see any reason for shutting down a place that had less trouble than a lot of others but he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted Jack to be there when it came down because he wanted the papers to get it right and he knew Jack would see to that.
A voice came booming over the loudspeaker, interrupting the song that was playing. "Hey, hey, hey, folks! This is it, the head-liner of the evening, Miss Vicky! Let's give her a great big hand."
The crowd burst into applause and cheering wildly and Jack nodded to himself and raised his glass to the young girl that was entering the stage, bathed in a blue and red spotlight.
Miss Vicky walked to the edge of the stage and turned left-to-right, grinning at the crowd then unclasped a cape and let it slide to the floor. She was wearing very high heels but walking quite steadily on them as she wandered back and forth across the length of the wooden platform, letting everybody get a good look at her in her sheer, see-through gown.
She turned slowly on her heels, running her hands over her breasts, down her belly to her crotch. She cupped her own pussy and smiled at the crowd, running her tongue over her lips making them glisten in the smoky glow of the spotlights.
She ran her hand over her chest once again and did a slow, dipping turn, running her fingers back down her body, unzipping the hidden clasp, turning back to face the crowd, holding the garment to her body, then throwing it wildly away from her.
The crowd cheered as she strutted up and down the stage, her breasts jutting out against the flimsy bra, her cunt-hair curling up around the edges of her G- string.
She bounced across the stage, picking up the beat of the music, throwing her tits back and forth to the crowd. They were screaming madly as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, flinging it into the crowd.
She cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples until they stood up like two bright cherries and she wiggled them to and fro.
The music took on a more rhythmic beat and she began rubbing her fingers up and down her thighs. She slipped her fingers inside of the G-string and snapped it back and forth in front of the audience, exciting them, urging them on.
"Take it off!" cried a man in the audience.
"Go to it baby!" shouted another.
She grinned and slithered her hands into the cup of the G-string, rubbing her pussy behind the tiny garment. She pushed backward and forward on it then suddenly spun around snapping the restraining hooks and holding it over her head, her back to the crowd.
They screamed wildly and she began rolling her ass around, swaying back and forth, her one hand over her head, the other hidden down by her cunt, a finger sliding up and under her to poke at her asshole.
"Turn around, let's see it!" screamed someone and she spun suddenly back around and planted her feet in front of them, her hand hiding the line of her box.
She rolled her hand around on her love mound, slipping a finger inside of her self, her mouth opening and closing, her eyes shut tight, while she rocked back and forth on her heels and tossed her head wildly as if in a frenzy of passion.
She took her hand away from her cunt and jutted her body out to the crowd, gyrating her hips in a slow circle, snapping at them with her gaping pussy.
They laughed and cheered in delight as she swayed from side to side and pursed her lips and batted her eyelashes at them. It was truly no wonder that Miss Vicky was the star of the show.
Jack watched the girl doing, her act with an amused smile on her face. The girl was quite good. She moved her body well and he could bet that she had a bit of training before turning to this kind of dancing. Too bad she'd have a record in just an hour or so.
He checked his watch, the cops were scheduled to hit the place at about ten- thirty, his time piece read ten-ten. He asked the bartender what time it was and the man checked the bar clock for him. "Ten-fifteen, pal."
Jack nodded and ordered another. drink, might just as well have one for the road, he thought.
He turned his eyes back to the stage and resumed watching Miss Vicky, who was now writhing on the floor, running a thin fur-piece up and down the length of her cunt. He shook his head, this stuff was crazy.
"She thinks she's miss cunt," a girl's voice spoke.
He turned and saw a young woman of perhaps twenty-one or two sitting beside him. She was heavily made up and wearing a robe - clasped tightly around her full body. She obviously was one of the performers. "She does move well," Jack admitted.
"So do I, so do all of us, but she acts like her cunt is made of gold. Hell, we all know what this business is about, none of the rest of us pretend to be any better than the other, what's she got that's so special?"
"Maybe it's her communication with the audience."
"Shit! That and her golden pussy, huh?"
Jack laughed, the girl was amusing him. She seemed spunky. He liked that, if there was anything he couldn't stand, it was a woman who played the game of being helpless while twisting you around her finger at the same time. His wife had been like that, all smiles and weak-kneed while all the time...
Jack shook his head, he didn't like to remember his wife. He drank off half his drink and lit another cigarette. He offered the pack to the girl and she took one, jamming it between her lips and getting a light off his burning tube.
"Want to buy me a drink?" she asked him.
"Will it be a real one, or are they going to forget to put the booze in?"
She laughed. "They will if I tell them."
"Okay, but just one, I'm on a tight budget and I haven't any money to toss around. I'm just telling you so you won't waste time hustling me if that's what you have in mind."
"Say, you don't kid around, do you?"
"Why waste your time or mine?"
"Damn it, I like that. So many guys act like they want to be the big time spenders then suddenly, after you've blown a half-an-hour or more on them, they turn up short, crying about an empty wallet."
"I don't like bullshit in any form. Besides, I like the looks of you, I wouldn't want any misunderstandings between us."
"Mister, you're all right. I was going to put the hustle on you, just for the drinks, I don't trick, but now, the hell with it, I'll just enjoy my drink and your company."
"Good," Jack nodded then took the girl's order and gave it to the bartender.
They chatted for a few more minutes, Jack looking out of the window, over the heavy curtains from time to time, then he saw a police cruiser pull up and he stopped the girl in mid-conversation.
He got off his stool and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Hey, what is this?"
"Come on honey."
He pulled her off her stool and dragged her along the length of the back to the door leading to the back. They bumped into a couple of the girls backstage and the girl shrugged as they rushed along.
He reached the dressing room and pushed her inside. "Get your coat!" he hissed loudly.
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions, darling, just get your coat."
The girl shook her head and picked up a long, worn winter coat and a big, baggy purse and then followed him out the back door to the place. He lead her around the building to his car and sat her inside of it.
"Wait here," he told her and headed off back toward the bar.
"But what the hell..." she started to say, but he was all ready out of earshot.
A moment later the cops burst into the bar and began shouting and blowing their whistles. Jack followed them in, flashing his press card and taking out his notebook.
The place was going crazy, people trying to escape and being shoved back into a tighter growing circle by big, burly cops, while the women were screaming the the bartenders shaking their heads disgustedly.
Jack searched the room until he found the cop in charge of the raid. He walked over to him and the older man nodded and grinned. Jack ran his eyes over the room and perched himself up on a bar stool for a better view of the show.
"Say, this is better than what was on the stage, Michels," he laughed.
The cop grinned and sighed. "Jesus, Jack, I was wondering where you were."
"I slipped out the back just before you guys came roaring through the door. Didn't want to take any chances getting mistaken for a patron."
"Or having that little lady that you escorted to your car getting picked up either, huh?" "You saw."
"I ain't been a cop for fifteen years for nothing, Jack. But she wasn't in the building so I can't do anything about it."
"Seemed like a nice kid, didn't want to see her get a record."
"Always the crusader, huh, Jack?"
"I try, I try."
The big cop laughed and shook his head, then went back to his men and helped direct the ordering of people outside and into the waiting paddy wagons that would take them all down town.
Jack followed them outside and watched as they slowly, unhappily climbed into the big vans. He nudged Lt. Michels with his elbow and the cop turned and "looked at him questioningly.
"Quite a haul."
"Yeah, for a slow night."
"Got a statement?"
"Sure, the police are on duty, we've successfully busted another perverted sinner."
"Why, Lt., you really don't sound as if you like your job."
"Just between you and me, Jack, I could care less if these jokers want to spend their time and money watching some girl shake it. I could be put to better use, like catching crooks instead of voyeurs."
"You sound like a man with a mission."
"That's all off the record, Jack, print a word of it and I have you writing the lonely hearts column."
"I get your drift. Anybody important in this bunch?" "I don't think so."
"Well, listen, do me a favor, I have to run the young lady home, if anything exciting comes out of this, give me a call, will you?"
Lt. Michels grinned and nodded. "Good luck," he said, turning back to his job.
Jack told him thanks and walked back over to his car. He opened the driver's side and got in beside the girl. He slipped his key into the slot and turned the engine over, then slid into the mainstream of traffic, heading away from the Golden Lounge.
"Where are you taking me?" the girl asked casually as if she really didn't care one way or the other.
"I assumed you wanted to go home."
"That would be nice."
"Then I'll take you home."
"What's it going to cost me?"
Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Very cheap, your company for the length of the ride. I'm not after anything."
"How'd you know that the place was going to be busted, you a cop or something?"
"Newspaperman, the guy running the show was a friend. He tipped me, I thought I'd get there and watch, get a story out of it and keep my editor happy."
"Well, I'll be damned!"
"Lucky for you, huh?"
"What made you decide to save my ass in particular?"
"I liked your voice."
"Oh, shit, a romantic reporter no less."
"Fraid. so."
The girl leaned back in the seat and sighed. She searched in her purse until she came up with a pack of cigarettes and she lit one up.
She lay back, smiling.
She offered the pack to Jack, who declined, reaching in his pocket for one of his own.
"Where do you live?" he asked her after a moment.
"Fourteen, West twenty-third. Big building, nice looking, you can't miss it." "Fancy area."
The girl shrugged. "I make two-fifty a week, I can afford it."
"How do you like stripping?"
"Beats working as a grocery clerk. That's what I was doing before I came to the city. Sixty bucks a week and taxes besides, shit, what a life. Most of my friends are still doing that. Me, I don't even have to turn tricks and in a few years I'll have enough to open up my own shop." "What kind?"
"Who knows? Clothes, books, something. At least I'll be my own boss."
"Sounds good, hope you make it."
"I will, don't you worry."
She sounded very determined and Jack grinned to himself, having no doubt that with a little luck, the girl would do exactly what she said she would.
When they reached her building, Jack parked the car a few doors down from it and put the automobile in park, the engine idling irregularly from lack of attention.
"You want to come up?" she asked him.
Jack laughed and shook his head. "I told you you didn't owe me anything."
"Yeah, I know, but I like you, come on up and have a drink. It'll make me feel like I'm paying you back."
"Okay."
They took an elevator up to the top floor of the well-kept building and she lead him down a long narrow hall to her apartment. It was a small, two room place, neat and attractive. She sat him down on a couch and brought a bottle of wine from the kitchen, then she put a record on her stereo and sat down beside him.
"Might as well introduce ourselves, My name's Candy Delight, but it's really Ellen Moore."
"I like Ellen better. Mine's Jack Newman."
"That's easy to remember."
"Umm, sometimes I'd like to forget it."
"What's it like being a reporter?"
"About as up-lifting as a stripper I suppose, though it doesn't pay nearly as well."
Ellen laughed and drank some of her wine. They traded their life stories, Ellen coming from a small, conservative town to the big city where if she hadn't as yet found fame and fortune, she'd at least shrugged off some of the narrow minded hang-ups she came with.
Paul hurried through his story, avoiding his fall from grace and trying to seem as light hearted as the girl was, but in truth, she was making him a little depressed. She seemed so at peace with herself, while he was boiling with something dark and bitter inside.
He glanced at his watch and asked her for her telephone. "Have to call in my story," he explained.
He called his own telephone first, listening to the small recording device that relayed all the messages he'd received, nothing from Lt. Michels, only a few bill collectors asking angrily for their money, then he dialed his office and read the story off to one of the copyboys. That done he sighed heavily and sat back down on the couch.
Ellen watched as he took a large drink from his glass and then poured himself another.
"You have something on your mind?" she asked.
"No, why, do I look like I do?"
"Well, I'm no beauty queen, but the few men I have invited over here usually are going crazy to get into my pants by now, but you're acting as if you can't wait to leave."
He laughed sadly, "I'm not much of a guest, am I? No my dear it's not you at all."
"Don't you like girls?"
Jack laughed loudly at that. "Yes, I like girls, and no I'm not impotent, it's just that as I told you, I didn't rescue you to get laid." "I know that."
"And I'm not much with the lines either. I usually don't know where I stand with a woman so I don't try hard to find out. Can't be rejected that way."
"That's a good self-analysis of a defensive action, but you must be awfully frustrated most of the time." "I could say I do all right, but I won't lie." "Listen," Ellen said excitedly, "Let's fuck, you turn me on and I don't get turned on very often. Working at the Lounge kind of turns me off, if you know what I mean." "What about boyfriends?"
I'm not lonely so what do I need a steady boyfriend for."
"Makes sense," Jack agreed, nodding.
"Want to fuck?"
He smiled and nodded his head, "That would do fine."
She took him by the hand and lead him into a tiny bedroom off a narrow, short hallway. She sat him down on the bed and quickly removed her scanty costume.
Jack sucked in his breath excitedly as she stood before him, a small but full- bodied young woman. Her breasts were rising and falling with each breath, the full, heavy globes reminding him of twin moons, the dark spots of nipples like two dots in the sky. Her narrow waist flared into rich, tanned hips that tapered into her shapely thighs and well-formed legs. Her V-shaped mound had dark curly hair on it and a light, pleasing scent of woman flowed from her secret place.
She walked forward to him and lowered her head to his, rolling her lips lightly over his cheeks and mouth. She kissed her hungrily as if she were food that he had not tasted in a long time. She locked her mouth tightly to his and his tongue jabbed between her teeth, seeking hers greedily, wanting to taste her pink dart of love.
Her finger s ran over his chest, unbuttoning his shirt rapidly and pushing it back down over his arms. She locked him to her breasts, stabbing her taut nipples already growing with passion into his strong, male front.
"Lover," she whispered, "Lover, lover, lover."
They sucked at each other's lips passionately. Mouths rolling over mouths while his hands ran down to her tits and began cupping and stroking them, the tingle of his palms sliding over her nipples sending small spasms of hungry lust racing through her body.
He pinched and tweaked the rosy buds while the girl writhed in ecstasy as his attentive fingers twirled the rock-hard nipples back and forth, round and round in an increasing motion.
Her hands fell to his pants and she stroked his cock back and forth rapidly, feeling it grow hard and firm under her racing hands. She pulled at it under his pants and moaned softly as the strong shaft grew and grew and he began to groan with her vigorous loving.
He dropped his mouth to her, heaving tits and began kissing them wildly, his lips rolling over the soft, firm globes, sucking the nipples between his teeth, licking at them wildly with his tongue, sucking the full, damp tit into his mouth and shaking his head back and forth madly.
"Oh, Paul, Paul, Paul! Kiss them, kiss my tits!" Ellen groaned, grabbing his head and crushing it to her chest.
He slipped his arms around her and ran them down over her back, riding the sleek curve of her buttocks until he could cup them in both hands, lifting them up and sliding his fingers back and forth over the crack of her cheeks.
He slipped a finger down between them and wiggled it inside of her, turning it round and round, spreading the hole wider and wider. She was moaning wildly now, grunting with each plunge of his probing digit, turning her ass in circles to take more of the delightful finger into her bum.
"Feel good?" he whispered breathlessly.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she sighed.
Harder and harder he pumped the finger in and out of her tight little asshole. It got wetter and wetter as her anal canal began to pour the sticky juice while his other hand slithered down under her and rested on her cunt, pulling and twisting the lips of her pussy until she moaned wildly and tossed her head from side to side in wild wanting.
Her fingers pulled at' his zipper until she dragged it open and jammed her hand inside of his pants, locking around his throbbing cock, yanking it out from its hiding place, letting it leap straight into the air and wave back and forth like the wand of a magician.
She slipped her fingers around it and began to slowly stroke it up and down, tracing lines across the warm flesh with her nails, thumbing the rich, thick head back and forth. The hard touch of her hand and the banging thud of her thumb made him shake with a fury and groan passionately as sharp arrows of burning lust slashed at his prick and made the blood race through his cock at an ever increasing rate. He wormed his finger up to her damp, burning clit and pressed at the tiny button with the tip. She quivered as if he had set off a small explosive charge inside her body and he rolled the tiny love-nub between his thumb and forefinger. She was making sharp, short noises of pleasure as his other finger jammed his way into her cunt, sliding in and out, spreading the pussy lips wide and then letting them close tightly around the probing digit.
"Do it to me! Do it to me!" she panted wildly.
Her hand tightened around his prick and she pulled the cock first one way then the other. His breath was coming rapidly, short bursts that spoke of mad passion and tension in his prick and balls waiting to be released.
"Ellen, Ellen, it's so good!" he moaned.
"Try this!" she cried.
She lowered her head and began licking his prick along the length of each side. Her snake-like tongue lathered him over and over and her little teeth bit at his aching flesh, pulling at the skin and nipping at it with wild fury.
Her tongue snapped and licked at his bulging head with an insane passion, she lowered her mouth and took the hard, throbbing cock into her sucking on the tip noisily, locking her teeth round the rim and pulling upward with her jaws.
"Oh damn, oh damn, damn, damn!" he grunted turning his head from side to side as if to shake off the yoke of ecstasy that encircled him.
He reached around her and lifted her up off the floor and fell back on the bed, her mouth still tightened around his prick. He positioned her body so that her cunt was right in front of his face, his nose nudging her taut little anal passage. He began to lick her thin pussy line in slow, measure strokes, each one sending her body shivering with delight and pleasure as his tongue traveled from her asshole to her clit and tickled the little bud with sharp rapid snaps.
"It's goood, good, goooood!" she cried, pressing her cunt down hard on his face. "Put your tongue in me, Jack, stick it in my pussy, please!"
He jammed the arrow of love through the wet, musky lips of her pussy and dug it around inside of her aching hole. She squirmed madly around on his face as he lathered her insides, lapping at either end of her cunt, his mouth sucking her lips between his teeth and nipping at them wildly.
He locked his hands behind her ass and pulled her cunt to him tightly. His tongue darted in and out of her cunt faster and faster, the warm, sticky juice pouring out of her in rivers of hot lust filled passion. She rolled her body back and forth and moaned in ecstasy as his hard arrow of passion buried itself in her pussy and twirled round and round inside of her.
She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, feeling the burning fires of come- wanting growing in his loins. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his balls and jerked up and down on them, pulling them from side to side, bouncing them about in the palms of her hands.
She jammed his thrusting prick deep into her throat and locked her muscles on it, pulling on his flesh wickedly, trying to urge that explosion of climax out of him.
"Your cunt," he moaned. "I want your warm cunt!"
She flipped off of him quickly and tossed over on her back, spreading her legs wide and eagerly pulling on his body.
"Yes, yes, fuck my cunt, fuck it hard!" she groaned.
He got on top of her and spread her legs over his shoulders. He bent down and pressed at her pussy with his dick, for a moment the thin vaginal line was closed tight, then he pressed forward a bit harder and the lips opened wide, accepting his strong shaft, her cunt muscles gobbling up his prick hungrily.
"Oh it feels so hard, strong and good inside of me!" she cried. "Stick it in deeper, stick it all the way in!"
He thrust forward and his throbbing shaft sunk deeper and deeper into her quivering love-pit. The entire length of his cock sunk into her, forcing her body down on the mattress, filling her womb up with his hard, steel-like rod of love.
He pulled his ass back and his cock slipped half-way out of her, she moaned at the loss of the massive shaft and thrust her hips up greedily trying to regain the length of it again. He pushed forward and buried himself into her once more, then began to pump in and out of her pussy, grunting with passion as waves of lust rolled over and through his cock and balls.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she groaned breathlessly.
He began to slam his cock in and out of her at a faster and faster rate. The strong staff plunged deep into her womb then slipped back out then jammed back inside of her again. Over and over he rammed his prick in and out of her. Her hair was damp to the roots, tossing wildly as she jerked her head back and forth on the pillow, her eyes shut tight, her hips rotating in a mad rhythm of lust that matched his own.
Up and down back and forth went their bodies, the hot, steaming passions of their flesh mingling into one solid orgasmic mass of pure fiery lust. The heat rose from their skin, the hot liquid pussy juice flowed from her cunt and dripped over their legs. Their breath was rapid and labored, their mouths rolled over each other, sucking madly, tonguing wildly as the burning desire climbed higher and higher in their bodies. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm cominggg!" cried Ellen, her body jerking wildly, her cunt muscles locking spasmodically around his hard, driving prick. The hot, steaming come surged out of her organs and splashed wetly against his slamming member.
She rolled back and forth wildly on the bed, so roughly that he was almost tossed off of her body. She threw her arms around him and pulled him tight to her breasts. Her cunt muscles worked rapidly on his plunging cock, trying to draw the orgasm out of him.
The racing fire of approaching come slashed through his balls and burned rapidly up to his dick. His whole cock felt as if it would explode if he didn't find release quickly.
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, I'm going to come! I'm... I'm... I'm... oh, ahhh, Eiii!" he shouted and slammed his swollen prick deep into her cunt, the head bursting with flaming jets of hot, steaming come that raced into her womb, filling her cunt with hot, male fluid, mixing pleasurably with her own, sticky come.
Their bodies slammed together harder and harder, each of them trying to force the last bit of come-lust out of themselves. Finally they fell away from each other, exhausted and spent.
Jack slipped his arm around the girl's shoulder and drew her head to his chest. She sighed happily and curled her fingers around his still hard prick. In moments she was asleep, still holding the aching dong.
Jack closed his eyes and a calm, peaceful blackness took hold of him and for once he was able to drift off to sleep without wondering where he had gone wrong, and whether he would ever find that big story that would restore him to his former greatness.
They were like innocent babes, shed of the world weary facades that kept them each locked away into their self-made prison of self contempt.