Chapter 5
Rhonda was getting ready for her third night of work at Go-Go Girls Galore. She carefully placed the tiny, purple sequined panties in which she would soon be gyrating in her large brown purse. Glancing at the clock near her bed, the girl realized she would be late if she didn't leave immediately.
It was ten minutes to ten. Rhonda wondered briefly where her roommate Alison could be. She hoped everything had gone alright at the office today!
It really wasn't like Alison to be gone for such a long period of time without getting in touch with her. But there was really nothing Rhonda could do at the moment. If something really bad happened to her roommate, the police would not even consider her a missing person until twenty-four hours had passed.
If she still wasn't home by the time Rhonda's shift ended (5:00AM), then she would decide what further action to take.
The nascent go-go dancer put her coat on, locked the door, and prepared to catch a bus down to Times Square.
While waiting at the bus stop in the chilly autumn night, Rhonda let her thoughts wander to a more interesting subject: Tony, the waiter at Millie's.
He had looked particularly sexy today, especially since she had almost brought herself to orgasm the night before just thinking about him!
He had asked her today why she was looking so pale. She had replied that she was working at a job in the evening, also.
When he asked her what she did, she wondered if she should tell him, then decided, what the hell! He might even come see her dance! The thought almost made her wet her panties!
Imagine, the guy she lusted after, sitting before her as she displayed herself to the approval of a crowded room of strange men! She could envision him clapping enthusiastically as she grinded her hips and jiggled her high-pointed tits for his pleasure!
Tony had seemed quite amazed, then quite interested in her moonlighting position. He promised her he would come watch her one night.
Rhonda's sex-starved pussy desperately hoped tonight would be the night!
Go-Go Girls Galore was more packed than Rhonda had ever seen it before! She made her way through the throngs of catcalling, gesticulating unkempt men who were immersed in a sea of stale cigarette smoke drifting through the dimly-lit air of the tiny nightclub.
Some men were already well on their way to an extreme state of intoxicated obnoxiousness. Others had only begun their liquefied journey, but would reach the same destination quite soon.
Biffy BumBurh (her stage name, obviously) was oscillating wildly on the stage to the men's howls of delight.
That fat cow! Rhonda thought to herself. Biffy always chose the most repulsive music to dance to. Now, the woman's yards of lard were bouncing up and down in the harsh glare of the spotlight to the strains of some particularly offensive high-energy type song.
Rhonda simply could not understand why the grossly overweight woman get more tips than she did. Perhaps it bad something to do with the fact that she had been working at Go-Go Girls Galore for three years, now and had her regular customers. Or maybe the men just treated her as some sort of carnival freak show performer, and gave her money out of pity.
The real reason Billy BumBum made so much money, however, was because the men really loved the way she played with herself on stage.
Rhonda could never lower herself to such depths. It was bad enough dancing topless, but to actually bring yourself to orgasm right in front of a hundred or so cheering drunkards was downright disgusting!
Rhonda quickly scoured the crowd to see if anyone she recognized was in the howling masses, but there were no familiar faces. She went backstage to await her shift.
Rhonda stripped off her jeans and white wool sweater in the filthy little dressing room. She took off her bra and underwear and, shivering in the cold autumn air (it was roasting on stage and in the club, but no heat was provided backstage), slipped on her tiny sequined outfit.
Rhonda had shaved her pubic hairs into a perfect vee so that no hair would poke out from the triangle of her show-panties.
She placed a purple and gold tassel on each one of her breasts. The creamy mounds were covered with tiny goose bumps.
Rhonda's breasts were particularly fine specimens. She took great pride in their perfectly round shape and their firmness. The nipples were high and pointed. The skin was baby-smooth, as if she had covered them daily with baby powder.
But she never had. They were just naturally like that.
With such a perfect pair of tits, it was no wonder that she had gotten this job at the club as soon as she had walked through the door.
The manager, Mr. Estrada, had pointed at her from his location behind the location behind the bar (it had been closed at that time) and had shouted to her, "If you're here for the job, you've got it!"
Rhonda had been very pleased. Now, on her third night at the club, she was beginning to wonder really what had possessed her to apply for the job in the first place.
She was afraid Alison would find out (although, ever since the girl's experience at her office the day before, Rhonda doubted very seriously that topless dancing would shock the girl now!); she really didn't make much money; and it was rather demeaning.
But, then again, Rhonda sort of enjoyed the humiliation and the debasement. It sort of turned her on to have men calling crude things up to her as she paraded in front of them without a stitch of clothes on.
It stimulated her the same way she had been stimulated yesterday at the thought of Tony sternly forcing her to get down on her knees before his spread-legged figure and service his throbbing cock with her moist mouth, desperate to please.
Yes, Rhonda had resigned herself to the fact that she was somewhat of a masochist. If only she could find the right master who would force her to be his sex slave!
Billy suddenly entered the dressing room, rivers of sweat cascading down her huge folds of pimpled fat. "Boy, great crowd out there tonight!" she said, thrusting some dollar bills under Rhonda's nose.
"I must have made over seventy dollars! Shouldn't you be out there in a few minutes?"
"Yes" Rhonda left the hulking mass reeking of body odor and made her way to the right wing of the small stage.
She would be on in ten minutes. The jukebox was blaring as the men awaited the next display of female flesh. They certainly were rather rowdy tonight!
It was the first Friday night Rhonda had worked, and she had never seen a group of men so worked up! She had also never seen a group of men so drunk in her entire life!
Why, some could barely stand, and the majority could barely talk without slurring!
She stood on the wing of the stage, waiting her turn. She felt like a Christian on her way to the Coliseum to be slaughtered by the lions.
And, strangely enough, this analogy began to arouse the young girl. She felt her pussy begin to heat up.
Yes, once again she was going to humiliate herself in bare flesh before this crowd of jeering, drunken men!
Rhonda reached down into her sequined panties and began to scratch her pubic hair gently on this thought. Her slender fingers began creeping southward, temptation rising as her nervousness grew.
Suddenly, the spot light lit the stage, and the music she had selected for this evening's performance, "Strut" (to be followed by "Sugar Walls", both by that trendy little songstress, Sheena Easton) blared out of the ancient speakers on either side of the stage.
Rhonda removed her hand from the depths of her panties and headed for stage center, shaking her hips wildly.
The men began to hoot in appreciation at the fine figure of the young girl displayed before them.
Rhonda swaggered sensuously around the stage, feeling all the more naked under the harsh white spotlight.
Her exposed flesh began to perspire profusely as she bounded across the stage, egged on by the men's drunken cries of delight and crude comments hurled at her in slurred tones.
"Hey, baby, strut your little pussy in my direction!"
"Give me your hot little box, you sexy mama!"
"Shake those tits, girl!"
Rhonda had reached her Shangri-La: dancing naked on stage to the rude cries of a throng of drunken men!
Oh, the humiliation!
How she longed to simply wallow in it!
How she longed to be brutally punished for her sinful actions!
How she longed to be raped and abused for retribution!!
Amongst the drunken crowd, particularly heavy near the bar area, sat a silent Tony Stromboli.
He was watching his fellow employee with lust smoldering in his eyes.
He was completely sober.
And he was completely turned on by the gyrating female prancing about on stage in front of him.
He was going to go backstage when she was through and fuck the shit out of her.
Miss Goodly entered her living room from the kitchen. She had two cocktails in her hands. One was for herself. The other was for her construction worker friend.
His name was Bobby. She had invited him home for the evening.
"So, Bobby" she said, placing his drink on the coffee table before him. "How do you enjoy your work?"
"It's okay," he replied.
"The noise is rather annoying, but I supposed F won't mind after the little incident that occurred today!"
"Were you a virgin?" the kid asked.
Miss Goodly was taken aback. What an rude question! She hoped she wasn't going to regret asking this young man home! He was a rather crude individual, after all, and he had taken her by force and thrust himself upon her in the men's lavatory of her office building. But she had loved every moment of the attack.
And she had obviously invited him over to her house for a repeat performance.
"Well, I really don't see what that has to do with ... " she trailed off.
Bobby was getting horny once again. The alcohol (they were on their third round), the dim lights, the warm atmosphere of the tastefully-furnished apartment, the beautiful older woman sitting inches away from him on the sofa-all were contributing to giving the young lad a raging hard on.
"Let's fuck," he suggested.
Miss Goodly was shocked once again at the youth's brevity.
Goodness! Didn't anyone believe in the intricacies of courting anymore?
The construction worker grabbed the woman by one of her fragile, slender hands. He pulled her up from the sofa roughly.
Miss Goodly felt fear sweep over her body. Her heart began beating quickly. What would happen next?
She was savagely pulled from the living room by the sinewy laborer and thrust into the bedroom. The secretary was experiencing an absurd mixture of emotions. Her fear was blended with a hungering, a lusting for the boy's thick cock!
She wanted him to strip her clothes off and fuck her like the animal he was; rape her right on her own bed!
Miss Goodly felt that familiar burning sensation between her legs. She wanted this stud to fuck her bad!
Bobby threw her on the bed. It was covered by a thick pink bedspread she had purchased at Bloomingdales. The borders were surrounded with generous helpings of lace.
The construction worker's grimy overalls juxtaposed against the femininity of the bedspread was an ironic sight.
But the two hungering bodies weren't interested in irony. They were interested in cold, brutal fucking!
For the second time that day, Bobby's filthy hands tore off the executive's blouse and skirt. He fumbled for the zipper on his dusty overalls and thrust it down quickly. He cast the item of clothing aside.
His quivering, muscular young body towered over the prone figure of Miss Goodly. For the first time she marveled at the firm, thick thighs; the flat, rippling stomach; the hairless, compact chest sporting muscular pecs.
Her eyes, more commonly looking at typewriter keys or accounting logs, feasted hungrily on the much welcomed sight of the young man's throbbing member swinging proudly before him.
Soon, that huge rod would be thrusting deep in the secretary's cunt! She couldn't wait for the penetration to begin!
And, now that she wasn't tied up, she could respond much better! She would show this insolent little brat she was no virgin!
"Oh, fuck me, you hot little stud!" she moaned, lapsing deep within the folds of the bedspread as if in languish. She was ready to succumb to the physical pleasures he would soon reap upon her craving body.
What a change from the prim little executive who had complained to him in the hallway this morning, Bobby thought, smiling to himself.
He thrust his filthy form upon her prostrate figure. His tongue greedily pushed through her teeth and explored her moist, open mouth. He shoved in deeper and deeper.
His hands reached down and began to knead her supple breasts. He fondled them as if her were choosing melons at the local grocers. And why not? They were the exact size and shape of melons! Only, certainly not as cold and harsh!
His eager fingers circled her erect nipples. She was definitely turned on by this young kid who was so knowledgeable in bed!
He continued grasping the woman's nipples. They felt like hardened raisins to him.
He removed his tongue from her mouth. A trail of spit slithered down both their chins.
Bobby brought his mouth over one of the tiny pink nipples. His teeth eagerly nibbled at one of them.
Miss Goodly moaned in ecstasy. His gentle little love bites were sending spasms of pleasures throughout her entire breast.
The tricky guy's expert mouth began traveling downward. She felt the warm, moist tongue servicing inch after inch of her tender white flesh. She closed her eyes and took in every little flicker of the crafty wet tip.
Soon, the young stud bending over her had reached her navel. She felt his tongue dart in and out of the belly button playfully. She almost giggled in glee.
His journey southward continued, and Miss Goodly had a very good idea as to where the ultimate destination was.
She gasped in pleasure as he hit the spot. His tongue lovingly ran up arid down the ridges of lips of her cunt. She felt her love juices begin to spew forth from her depths.
Bobby could sense the woman's generous mound of coarse pubic hair almost begin to rise in temperature. He could almost feel tiny dewdrops of pre-cum forming deep within the forest.
He could almost sense these delights. But he couldn't be sure.
He was very sure of one thing, however. Tiny dewdrops of pre-cum were definitely beginning to squeeze forth from the tiny piss-slit on the head of his blood engorged member!
The youth was ready to fuck this bitch for all she was worth!
He placed his limber, slender body over her prostrate form. She was deep in the throes of passion and barely noticed her young stud was beginning to make his grand entrance.
He positioned his throbbing cock head over the entrance to her tunnel of delights. He brought his handsome young face parallel to hers.
He opened his mouth lovingly and stuck out his tongue. Miss Goodly felt his moist tongue enter her panting mouth at the exact same time as she felt his huge rod plunge deep into her craving pussy. She moaned as her two holes were filled to the brim.
The young man began to pump into the woman with short, brutal strokes. That was the way he liked to fuck.
He felt the moist and leathery muscles of the women's inner thighs grabbing at his thrusting rod. This woman was so tight! He was sure she had been a virgin up until today! He began pouncing into her wildly.
Miss Goodly was screaming in ecstasy like some possessed creature. She grabbed the firm back of her newly-found lover and assisted his thrusting motions. She just couldn't get enough of the huge slab of manmeat that was ravaging her insides!
She felt his meaty balls attacking her right below her pussy every time the young stud plummeted into her to the hilt. She liked the way they banged up against her.
But, of course, she liked the way his huge dick thrust between her taco-shaped lips even more! She could feel the entire length of the massive member deep within her. She could feel it scratching that love itch she had always been frustrated to feel deep within her womb.
She had never had that itch satisfied before. Now, in one twenty-four hour period, she was having it scratched twice!
God, this was much better than reading textbooks on archaeological digs on a Friday night!
She continued grasping the young panting figure around his back.
Both bodies were soon covered with a thin layer of sweat. The passion and sexual action was causing their body temperatures to rise higher and higher.
Miss Goodly was moaning louder and louder.
She simply could not handle all this pleasure! The huge rod was just too good! She felt an eruption deep within her, and closed her eyes, wailing in delight.
She saw stars dancing in front of her, as spasms. wracked her euphoric body in jolt after enthralling jolt.
Miss Goodly was totally spent.
But her sexy lover was far from over. He continued plummeting into her exhausted body.
The woman began to feel a slight, uncomfortable pain between her legs.
She wasn't sure if her poor pussy could take this much action in one day! She would really have to pace herself for the first few months of her newly-found sex life!
Bobby sensed that his partner had just reached orgasm, so he decided he had better speed things up a bit. He could have pounded away into that sweet little cunt all night long, but he was sure that the woman would eventually start protesting. And he had already forced himself upon her once today. He didn't want to have to do it again.
He would wait until her had her totally under his control, then he would be able to force the dumb bitch to do anything he demanded. He had dealt with these types before!
Bobby soon felt himself reaching orgasm. His cum suddenly shot forth between the woman's creamy white legs. He grabbed her feverishly, gasping and panting.
Soon, the ejaculations of the white, sticky stuff had subsided, and the young man pulled out of Miss Goodly's twat gently.
The older woman looked around at the panting, sweat covered face of her hunky little stud.
"That was great, dear!" she said. "I have never been fucked so wonderfully in my life! I almost came twice!"
"Let's take a shower," he suggested. "Why, certainly!" Miss Goodly replied. The two naked figures got up from the disheveled bed sheets and wandered into the bathroom.
Soon, the tiled room was filling up with steam. "Shall we take a shower together?" Miss Goodly asked with excited nervousness.
"Of course!" Bobby replied.
The secretary giggled. Her limited excursions into sex had her regarding this act as kinky and exciting.
They entered the shower together and the pink plastic shower curtain was pulled across.
Amidst the streams of tepid water, the proper little executive began to soap down the sinewy body of her newly-found lover.
When her foam-filled hands grasped his cock, she was amazed to feel it swell immediately under her touch.
Bobby pressed his eager lips against hers as the water pounded down upon them. His hand groped between her legs.
The soap fell to the floor of the tub with a clatter.
The young man thrust Miss Goodly up against the wet tile wall.
Miss Goodly realized she was about to get fucked not once, not twice, but three times in one day!
She spread her soaking legs and prepared for the onslaught once again.