Chapter 6
The next morning when she got up, she felt so groggy, she decided she couldn't make it to school. She picked up the phone, and dialed the school.
"Hello-Miss Worthington."
"Yes, who is this."
"Miss Lee-"
"Why, yes, Miss Lee, what's the matter?"
"I don't feel well-I can't make it today."
"Nothing serious, I hope!"
"No, I'm just too tired to move-I'm sorry."
"Well, I wish you'd notify us the first moment you're coming back because you know we've got to get substitute replacements for you, dear."
"I know, I know," she replied, "I'm just going to be out one day."
"Get some rest, dear."
"I will, goodbye, Miss Worthington." She hung up, and got out of bed and took a look at herself in the mirror. She did look like the effects of the night before hadn't helped one bit. And then, she remembered her idea of fixing some food that would do both men in. But in the cold light of day, she decided against it. What would probably happen is that they would instantly discover what she'd done, she reasoned, and then they'd throw her in the jail and throw away the key. And, furthermore, she didn't hate the young men, she just didn't like being their sex-slave, or else.
In the afternoon, she decided to call her girl friend, Nora, and ask her to bring some food over, as she didn't feel like going out and the boys had cleaned out the refrigerator the night before. She phoned Nora and Nora told her that after work she'd be over.
She went swimming in the patio pool later in the day, and noticed a new tennent.
"Hi," he smiled, "I'm Ray Larson, and you're-"
"Susan Lee," she grinned, "How are you, Ray?"
"Oh, just envying you that nice tan-"
"I got most of it today," she told him.
As the day progressed, they swam together, laughed, and joked together, and by five thirty, Susan remembered, "Oh, my girl friend Nora is coming over today. I really wish you'd join us for dinner-"
"Why not?" he nodded, "I always like to meet pretty girls." When Nora strode across the patio, she saw Susan in her bikini, and Ray watching. She instantly sized up the situation and concluded that very soon, they'd all be having dinner together.
"Oh, Nora, how are you?"
"Just fine," Nora smiled, and then her eyes met Ray Larson.
"Introduce me if we're going to have dinner together," Ray grinned, "I'm Ray Larson, Nora-and I've just been invited to dinner."
"How about that?" Nora smiled, "And I only bought enough for two-"
"Don't worry," Ray smiled, "You keep that food you bought for our ailing schoolteacher, and let me order a dinner to be brought in for us from the Picadilly Restaurant around the corner-do you girls like prime rib?"
"Oh, yes, I just love prime rib," Nora nodded, "And the Picadilly is a right-on restaurant. I used to go there with my girl friend LuAnn all the time."
"You don't mean LuAnn Walker, the topless cutie that works at the Zomba Club, do you?"
"Why, yes, do you know her?"
"Small world, sweetheart!" Laughingly, he related, "I got turned on with her one night and took her home and we balled for two days."
"LuAnn is like that," Nora giggled, "If she digs a guy, there's nothing she won't do for him-"
"I was real lucky 'cause she dug me, and she was good at everything she did, and she did everything."
"Sorry about what happened to her though," Nora said sadly.
"What happened?"
"She got the bite put on her for hustling, and now she's doing time."
"That's too bad," Ray shook his head, "Too bad!"
"You mean the fact she started charging or the fact they caught her?"
"Both," he laughed, "She was a great chick, and knew how to make me happy-all over, and didn't charge a cent."
"Shame I never met her," Susan cut in, "She sounds like a real upstanding girl, a pillar of the community."
"Don't get snide," Nora said testily, "I happened to think a lot of her, an awful lot of her."
"She swung, didn't she, Nora?" Ray asked frankly.
"And there's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"I should say not," Ray smiled, "A chick who swings is actually better in some ways."
"Which way?" Susan demanded, the whole idea of a woman turning on with another woman making her feel sick in the pit of her stomach.
"Well," Ray explained, "She has no hang-ups, no inhibitions. Most people, now I'm not referring to you, Susan-but most people do have sexual hang-ups, that's just the way it is."
"Well, I'm one who doesn't," she replied, "I'll do anything."
"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" he asked her.
"No, but I wouldn't be afraid to, I really wouldn't."
"Maybe I should take you up on that a little later, baby blue eyes," Nora chuckled.
Brought to this problematical point, Susan didn't respond. Finally, Ray picked up the cue, and commented, "My God, I think you're hot for Susan, Nora-are you?"
"Susan is a beautiful girl," Nora said evenly.
"Yes, she is, real nice knockers, and that nice trim waistline, and I'm sure she has a pussy that flares into fucks the moment the tongue hits her clit."
"Did it ever occur to you?" Nora demanded, "That a tongue, is a tongue, is a tongue!"
"I'll order our dinners," Ray laughed, "If you two chicks, will excuse me a moment-and why don't we dine in my suite?" he laughed.
"Alright, Ray," Susan agreed pleasantly. Then, he got up, and went up the white iron steps to the second floor and into his apartment a moment later.
"Really, Nora," Susan said acidly, "I don't like you giving Ray any wrong impressions. From what you said about that cheap little hooker who got busted, you had something going with her-did you?"
"Yes," Nora said, sitting down in a lounge chair, "And you know what?"
Susan shook her head in momentary shock.
"I'm not ashamed of anything I did-as a matter-of-fact, I'm proud of myself for having the guts to do what I want to do-I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize for a thing," Susan said nervously, "To each his own, if you dig women, more power to you, but I don't. And, I hope, dear-you don't mind."
" 'Course I don't mind," Nora turned to her, "Why should I? There are plenty of beautiful girls who want to have sex with me."
"How did you get involved in this-I don't know what to call it?"
"Swinging, honey, swinging-that's the appropriate word you're fumbling for. Don't think this is straight lesbianism. It isn't by a long shot. As a matter-of-fact, the Lez trip would bore the hell out of me. I'm too addicted to men, but you must understand boredom can set in too."
"Boredom?"
"We ought to continue this up in your place, baby doll. I see some people coming to the pool over there. They're out of work now, and the place will be packed in a few minutes."
"Good idea," Susan agreed, and then the two women left the pool-patio area, and went up to Susan's apartment.
"Baby, why don't you fix me a drink?" Nora suggested, "I need one-I really do."
"So do I," Susan smiled, and stepping over to the bar, she fixed a couple of bourbons, and went back to sit on the sofa and probe some more into the past of Nora.
"It's been a long time since we've gotten together," Susan smiled, "The last I heard you were doing some modeling, is that right?"
"Yes," she replied, "And I was a damned good model too."
"You always did have a good shape. I remember how popular you were in college. But, I didn't know you had gone into-"
"Modeling was a front for the whore-trade, I soon became aware," Nora explained, "They'd hire you to do nude modeling, for one price. And then they'd offer you three or four times your modeling fee if you'd fuck with them. It was awful, but it was a living. I don't like to think about it."
"Maybe you should get it all out of your system-use me as your psychiatrist's couch, I'm for free, they're not."
"I know they're not," Nora laughed, "I've paid enough of them for their marvelous counsel and guidance. It usually ends up with them wanting to screw me besides, and I had to pay for the privilege."
"God, how do they manage that?"
"Hypnotherapy," she smiled, "they use their powers of hypnotism, and seduce you-"
"Even if you don't want to be seduced?"
"Now, baby doll, I never said that. I only said they know how to seduce me very well, and do a super job of it."
"Tell me, do they teach you any new things about screwing? New ways you should pass along to me?"
"Well," Nora said, "Say, I need another drink-and make it strong, reminiscing like this requires intoxication-I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Susan smiled, "You've got every right to see it as you want to-but tell me what did he try?"
"The first psychiatrist liked it up the asshole, and I had to accommodate him, of course. This burned the hell out of me but there was no other way."
"And did he teach you anything else?"
"Yes," Nora admitted, "but when you talk about it, it sounds so completely weirdo-I get goose bumps thinking about it."
"Well, he liked to have me fuck his asshole with a dildo!"
"You've got to be kidding," Susan gasped, almost choking on her drink, as a little went down her windpipe.
"No, honey-you'd be surprised what some of these tigers want. You really would."
"How do you do it? Tell me. This sounds rather fascinating I must say."
"Well, I put the dildo on-strap it on, and then he throws his legs up and lets me shove it up his tight little asshole. And if he angles his body, just right I can blow him while I fuck him at the same time. How about that?"
"You're too much," Susan laughed, "You really are. I never dreamt you were doing things like that."
"Insomuch as we're being so frank," Susan said nervously, "I might as well tell you what a fix I'm in."
"Tell me," Nora said, leaning forward, eager to hear the scuttlebutt.
"Well, I'm doing a play called 'The Roman Scandals' at school, and I've had the kids wearing Roman costumes-togas, the whole damned bit, and one young, handsome boy wore a toga with nothing underneath. Anyway, one day I noticed he didn't have any shorts on when I was alone in the dressing room."
"How old was he?"
"Seventeen."
"A good age-a very good age," Nora laughed, "Don't tell me you had sex with one of your Drama students?"
"Yes, I did," she nodded, "And it was beautiful. I mean this young stud had a cock on him that was out of this world. It was harder and longer than my fiancé Dennis's tool, and so help me when he held it out for me to suck, I succumbed."
"Who wouldn't?" Nora smiled, "A young kid always puts a lot more into it than some older guy whose gotten his rocks off for years, and you have a natural born pussy eater in a first-time fucker-did you take advantage of that?"
"You bet your sweet ass I did," Susan said defiantly, "I wasn't born yesterday, and I knew it was about time I get my cunt sucked by him, because he was so turned on. He did a real good job of pussy eating too, for a beginner-all tongue, and hands playing with my butt, while he did me."
"But did he keep quiet?" Nora asked knowingly. "I happen to know kids love to talk-and do talk a lot."
"That was the one big problem," she admitted frankly, "He told his brother."
"Oh, God, no-and what happened? Did the Principal get wind of what was happening, and can your ass?"
"No, the brother was brought over to keep me in line. He's not a bad kid-"
"High school kid too?"
"No, his brother Larry is just back from the war in Viet Nam, and he knows all kinds of things the whores in a place called 'Lick Alley' do for the boys overseas. And he insisted I do some of those things-"
"like what?"
"Sucking his ass out, stuff like that."
"Oh, God, did you have to eat both stud's ass out, and blow them both?"
"Yes, and give them a good ride in the saddle too. I never saw two such horny, young men."
"Oh, baby, you should have invited your girl friend Nora over. It sounds simply fantastic!"
"If you want to share them with me on Saturday night, you are most welcome. It's driving me up the wall to service them both."
"Beautiful, you're on!" Nora nodded, "One more drink!"
"You shouldn't have anymore. You're starting to slur your words, and-"
"Baby, don't tell me I shouldn't have anymore drinks, I know what I'm doing and don't think I don't."
"All right, it's up to you-but you sure are drinking a lot more than you used to drink--I'll say that."
"I feel more of a need for the stuff," Nora snapped, "And you would too, baby doll, if you'd been through all I've been through."