Chapter 12
When Mike returned to the bar the following day, Cindy's eyes never met his once during her stint on the platform.
She finished her stint and walked to the bar to discuss business with Lou. Mike waited patiently until she was ready to go back to the dressing room, whereupon he confronted her in a dark corridor next to the dressing room door.
"How's it going, Cindy?" he asked smilingly.
Cindy eyed him coldly.
"I don't know if I ought to talk to you or not."
"What's the problem?"
'The problem is all that happened last night. Let's just forget about it. I don't know what got into me, or for that matter us, but it was a big mistake."
"I know what got into me and it's still there," Mike declared emphatically. "I feel something and it's still there. It's just that simple. I don't know what kind of nonsense you're talking about."
"Look, I'm not here to listen to you berating me. I'd appreciate it if you didn't raise your voice."
Just standing that close to Cindy, whose beautiful body was covered by a robe, was enough to cause Mike's cock to harden. Not only that, but he had been sitting on a barstool for better than an hour watching her grind her shapely-constructed hips and ass cheeks to the tune of the loud rock sounds, which put him in an ever more eager mood to have sex with her. So he told himself to play things cool and not get rattled. He could easily scare Cindy away, despite the enormous success that he had enjoyed one day earlier.
"Okay, sorry I raised my voice," he said apologetically. "I'll tell you what. You've been dancing a long time and I know you're eager to get a shower and change. So why don't we discuss this in the privacy of a booth at the restaurant across the street. What harm could that do?"
Cindy sighed, then ran her right hand across her sweaty brow.
"You are very persistent. I've got to give you credit for that," Cindy said. "All right. I'll see you there in a few minutes."
Mike heaved an inner sigh of relief. He at least had prompted Cindy to reconsider to the point of talking things over with him. As Mike left the bar and crossed the street, heading toward the restaurant where he had met Cindy the night before, Mike knew that Cindy with fighting something. It had been only too clear to him that, once he got her over the initial barrier of fear, she had been willing to engage in wild and mutually satisfying sex. But here she was, just one night later, and she was experiencing fearful misgivings. There had to be a reason and Mike was determined to get to the bottom of it.
It took Cindy less time to shower and dress than it had the evening before, and as Mike was halfway into his first cup of coffee she arrived wearing the same dress in which she had been attired the preceding evening. Once again the response was the same as far as the male customers were concerned. All turned and stared lengthily in the beautiful brunette's direction. Mike couldn't help but be amused by what happened to a bald-headed man who sat at a booth with his heavy set, bleached blonde wife. He turned his head to catch a quick strategic glance at the stunning Cindy while was looking at the menu. But his wife apparently had kept one eye focused on her husband to determine his reaction to Cindy. Her husband's head dropped as she stared a hole through him, then proceeded to berate him in the manner of a mother scolding a very young child, shaking an accusing finger at him all the while.
Mike waited until Cindy had ordered and received a cup of coffee before settling into the question at hand.
"Something's troubling you, Cindy, and I have a feeling that it extends beyond me," Mike began. "I'm the kind of guy who believes in getting things out in the open and I hope we can do that right now."
Cindy shook her head, then began speaking in a low, concerned tone.
"Okay, seeing as how you're that eager to know the whole score I'll tell you," she said. "You see, I was married very young and it just didn't work out at all. My husband acted like a swell guy before we tied the knot, but after that he showed his real colors. The bastard never wanted to let me lead a life of my own. Always wanted me on a leash. We were arguing all the time, and so, naturally enough, we got a divorce."
"Nothing strange about any of that," Mike said.
"Yeah, but I haven't come to the other part. Since my husband was the only man I'd really been intimate with, aside from some necking and a couple times when I let some horny boyfriends eat my box, I was crushed about the whole thing. I didn't feel like plunging into an affair right away."
"That's understandable."
"But then something happened," Cindy's eyes narrowed dramatically as she began speaking even more softly than before. "I met a beautiful blonde named Fay. She was about my height and build and I met her when we were both auditioning for jobs as dancers for a television special. Well, we didn't get that job, but we did land something for a Las Vegas revue, which gave us steady employment for almost three years. When the show ended we came back to Los Angeles. Well, by then I was really hooked on her, both as a friend and a lover. She comforted me at a time when I was broken up about the shabby marriage and didn't wanna look at another man."
"You shouldn't hold something like that against all of us," Mike smiled sympathetically, trying to do his best to make Cindy feel at ease.
"When we got back to Los Angeles I decided to go to secretarial school and get a job as a secretary. I got sick of hoofing because of all the wolves who were always trying to put the make on me. Fay never seemed as bothered by it. She got a job dancing topless at a nightclub on the Sunset Strip and I landed a job as a secretary so we set up housekeeping together at an apartment in Hollywood. Well, it was bad enough always having to fight off the advances of the married boss I was working under, who kept telling me that I was everything his wife wasn't but wished that she was. I could put up with it just as long as I had my love nest intact with my Fay. But then one night she told me dead serious that we had to have a talk. She said she'd met a guy, a successful dentist, who was a customer at the nightclub where she worked and that she'd been seeing him off and on for several months. She said that she hoped I'd understand, but that she had been seeing men too for as long as she'd known me, but that I was her one and only woman. So the dentist had asked her to marry him and she was accepting."
"But didn't you expect the arrangement with Fay to come to an end sooner or later?" Mike asked.
"No. I thought she felt the same way I did, and that she didn't have any desire toward men. So that crushed the hell out of me. Then, not long after Fay moved out on me and got married, my boss started coming on stronger than ever. Finally I told him what I thought of him. Well, you guessed it. I got canned. So for quite some time I'd known Lou through a mutual friend and he was trying his damndest to get me to go to work at the bar. I'd told him no for quite awhile, but finally, what with my job gone and all, I figured what the hell was the difference. I was gonna get hustled and gawked at anyway so I might just as well get paid good for it. So I did a pretty damned good job of getting rid of all these Romeos who were trying to get into my pants. That is until you came along."
"So what's the problem?" Mike asked. "You just happened to meet a guy who appealed to you. What's wrong with that?"
"I wonder about that, I really do. Especially when I actually find myself liking some of that rough treatment you put me through."
"No mystery in that."
"There isn't?"
"No. You want to be dominated and I just happen to be the guy to fit into your plans."
"You sound so glib about the whole thing. I think I just got carried away. That's all."
"You're fighting your true feelings," Mike leaned over the table and declared emphatically. He gave his words an opportunity to sink in, then reached over and placed his hand over hers. "Now let's go over to your place and talk some more."
"You wanna do more than talk and you know it."
"We'll start out by talking and see what happens. After all, if you're that certain you don't in the least want it from me then I'll conclude I'm wasting my time and move on."
"Can I count on that?" she glared at him skeptically.
"You bet you can," he crisply responded.
Mike got his way as far as getting into Cindy's apartment was concerned. They sat next to each other on the sofa and sipped some wine, saying very little to one another. When Mike finished the last few drops of the wine in his glass, he felt it was time to move the evening into a new phase, the phase that he had had in mind from the very beginning. His eager penis mushroomed inside his trousers and shorts as he reached out and hurled his strong, sinewy arms around Cindy, clenching his fervent lips against hers and letting them crush solidly against hers for several long moments, after which he then removed them.
"Into the bedroom," he motioned.
When Cindy did not immediately respond to Mike's briskly assertive command, he jumped up from the sofa and grabbed hold of her right arm solidly with his hand, astutely supplying just enough pressure to make her get the point. Eventually Cindy ever so slowly got up from the sofa.
Once that they reached the bedroom Mike became a veritable tornado of movement as he swiftly guided her out of her dress with his quick, pressing fingers. After that his pace quickened even more as Mike removed her panties and brassiere, watching as her body trembled with fear as she tried to anticipate what would happen next.
Mike was determined to take his clothes off as quickly as possible, and following a few puffs and gasps he was down to nothing more than his shorts. He deliberately left them on for purposes of making a point with his beautiful and subservient lover, and was intending on making her completely aware of how subservient she was.
"Reach down and pull off my shorts," Mike commanded briskly, looking at her with a stern expression. "Go ahead and do it. And I mean do it right now."
Recognizing how vastly important it was for Cindy to respond to his every command, Mike reached down with both hands and guided them solidly against her hair, pressing tightly and firmly, letting her know that she was expected to rigidly follow his orders.
Cindy reached out and let her nervous fingers grab hold of the elastic waistband of his shorts. She began to tug, pulling the material down Mike's hairy legs and eventually off of him as his body quivered with mounting lustful desire.
By then she recognized that she had full access to the meaty thickness that hung limply between Mike's thighs. Suddenly she felt swept away with a wave of sudden passion, a passion born out of the knowledge that Mike was commanding her to provide him with the ultimate in wild sensual attention. On impulse she began to tenderly pull and tug at Mike's rubbery cock, leaning ever closer to it as her breathing became more rapid. She held the purplish knob preciously between her fingers as if it were a rare jewel.
"That's what I like," Mike said, "some attention for my good old long hard prick. Reach down there and kiss it. Go on, I'm not taking no for an answer. You're gonna do things my way you little bitch and that's all there is to it."
Cindy bent over slowly. Mike watched ever so carefully, wanting to observe her every move, as she reached out and quickly kissed the bulbous pulsing tip of his erect member, causing his body to vibrate several times from the seismic shock waves that jolted his entire body from the stimulating contact.
"All right, so now you're used to making contact with it," Mike grinned with ever mounting lust, "so now I want your tongue to go to work on it."
"You don't really mean.. . ? " her voice trailed off dramatically and her face became wrinkled with concern.
"I mean I want you to suck it off. What the hell's wrong with that?"
"But I've never done that before."
"You've got to be joking."
"No, not at all," she told him fearfully.
"But what the hell, you were married. You mean to say that you didn't ever go down on your husband once?"
"No, not ever," she turned her head away with embarrassment, feeling uncomfortable over the subject that was being discussed.
"No wonder the marriage was such a damned lousy failure. Well, that's all the more reason why I expect you to do it. Consider it part of your educational process."
"I hate to say this, but I'm scared as hell."
"Forget about your fears and start sucking me," Mike said irritably.
When Cindy did not respond, he reached out and delivered a stinging slap to the side of her face, a blow that contained just enough force to snap her to attention and once more remind her of who was in charge.
"Now get down there and start sucking," Mike commanded once more.
To get the point across anew of the extent to which she was being dominated, Mike reached out and gripped her head ever so solidly, forcing Cindy over his firm, fleshy member, which was quaking for immediate action from her tremulous tongue.
"Go ahead, get down there and lap it up," he said.
Cindy took the whole purplish knob of Mike's long pulsating prick into her mouth. Suddenly her heart began to pound as a strange force took hold of her. Just feeling Mike's hot, resolute fingers tugging sharply at her hair prompted her to feel a wild wave of uncontrollable sexual need gush through her in waves and volleys. Her tongue swirled hotly around Mike's warm bulbous shaft as it shuddered and jerked within the warm moist confines of her mouth. In a few seconds it was even longer and harder than before and throbbing with arousal, and for some strangely unaccountable reason Cindy, the neophyte at cocksucking, was loving every bit of the action.
He clamped his fingers against her hair even tighter than before, hurting his subservient lover just enough to make her acutely aware of the extent to which she was being dominated.
"C'mon, keep sucking," his words were punctuated with shallow gasping breaths as she licked and caressed the fleshy stiffness of his manhood.
Cindy grunted around the thick heat of Mike's piercing organ, and all the while tension continued steadily mounting within Cindy, along with an abiding determination to please her man. Her lips ovaled steadfastly around his throbbing member, clasping tightly as she rocked up hard against his sweaty, rocking loins until the hairs around his scorching penis tickled her nose and her chin rested lightly on the twin, cum-bloated orbs of his swirling testicles, which overflowed with lusty zeal as they moved closer to popping their torrential juices.
Mike watched Cindy with a degree of mystery, overwhelmed by the suddenness with which she was able to adjust to a new act as he listened to the savage slurping sounds of his suddenly determined lover, who had been rocked into action by the ringing slap that he had earlier delivered to her face.
Soon Cindy's belly would be sloshing with appetizing cum, and Mike hissed several times as his nervous hips rolled and he watched her begin to cradle his lust-bloated balls with her fingers, sucking voraciously at his long aroused prick with her lips and tongue. He groaned as he felt the exquisite vacuum of her throat, the muscles swiftly churning and drawing his virile maleness down into her as she ravenously sucked the hot, viscous liquid of his sperm up from the forbidden sanctuary of his swollen leathery testicles, which were being propelled ever nearer the point when the thick white juices would splash from the end of his sturdy, enchanted joint and into her mouth.
"Just remember to suck up the stuff when it spills out of me," Mike loudly warned. "A lot of women want to spit it up, and I don't go for that crap at all. So keep sucking and go after every drop of the hot stuff, yeah, that's the way I want it."
Mike clenched with both hands against Cindy's head even more tightly than before, positioning her perfectly for the wildly lascivious thrill of Cindy's strangely skillful cocksucking, strange considering her stated absence of experience. He moved her head back and forth as the busy statuesque brunette grunted and squealed with ever accelerating enthusiasm. Her head shook from side to side as she moaned throatily with violent arousal, sucking and licking with lewd ferocity at the underside of Mike's steaming male member with such intense fervor that his orgasm was only precious seconds away.
He moaned and gasped as Cindy's lips went into a rapturous dance of wild sucking and her cheeks hollowed hugely to take in every drop of the delicious cum she could feel surging wantonly from Mike's ballooning balls. She swallowed again and again as the gushing heat filled her excited mouth and trickled lewdly from the corners of her lips until her mouth was smeared with his thick steamy sperm.
When the last shuddering spurt had filled her lust-crazed mouth and was swallowed torridly into the lurid depths of her swirling belly, Cindy let Mike's cock slither from her lips, which she promptly licked clean. His spongy cock-head was next as Cindy bathed it incitingly with her tongue until every trace of his cream was licked into her mouth and belly. Then, and only then, she let herself be helped ever shakily onto the sofa beside Mike.
Cindy leaned back against the cushion and drew her smooth supple alabaster thighs upward invitingly. Instinctively Mike turned on the sofa and reached up between her long sleek thighs until his probing warm fingers touched the steaming fissure of Cindy's blazing pink twat, moist and eager from the wanton passions of her cocksucking.
"Yes, ooohhh, aaaahhh, rub it for me," she moaned throatily, "oh yes, Mike, rub my cunt and make me cum."
Cindy groaned, closed her eyes, and tossed her head back on the sofa. Her seething, creamy white legs kept moving apart rapidly until they were almost at right angles to her curvaceous, lust-heated body while Mike kept adroitly driving his stiffened fingers into the clinging pink heat of Cindy's throbbingly moist pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhh, you've got me off," she moaned throatily, her firm alabaster legs and fleshy white ass globes grinding in perfect symmetry until Mike slowly released his goo-covered fingers from her now stilled slit.
As Mike stared down at luscious Cindy, who reclined on her back on the sofa like a tired and ecstasy-spent young girl, he reached out with his left hand and allowed his fingers to slide soothingly across her forehead, which was dampened with perspiration.
"I just can't believe what happened," Mike said.
"What was that?" Cindy opened her eyes and stared at Mike.
"You said you'd never sucked cock before, but damned, I've never had it done more expertly by anybody. And when it came time to gulp down the cream, something that most first-timers shrink from and are scared stiff over, you hung in there like a champ and slurped up every drop. You sure you were leveling with me about giving head?"
"Not completely," she replied with a trace of guilt. "You see, it was one of the things my ex-husband and I were always arguing about. A few times when he was drunk he got rough with me and actually forced the thing into my mouth, so I hadn't leveled with you when I told you that I'd never sucked cock. But I was leveling about one part of it. I'd never sucked the juices out of it before."
"Is that a fact," Mike smiled. "You sure did do an impressive job of gobbling the stuff down."
"I don't know what got into me," she shook her head in bewilderment. "All I do know is that when you got me excited my heart started pounding and I wanted to do anything to please you. That's weird, particularly since you're a man."
"Don't stereotype yourself, baby. If you're a straight lesbian type then I'm the Hunchback of Notre Dame."
Cindy looked into Mike's eyes and laughed.