Chapter 3

Linda had gunned the motor and managed with luck to reach the office of Joe Di Fuoco with five minutes to spare. There was a gum-chewing secretary in a small reception area who told her to go right in, but instead Linda asked if there wasn't a ladies' room nearby. The receptionist took a key out of the desk drawer and led her out of the office and down the hall to an unmarked door which she unlocked.

"Gotta have a lot of security these days with all the weirdos around," announced the girl. "Here's the key, honey. Lock up after, okay?" Linda locked the door behind her, literally locking herself into the ladies' room, and began freshening up. A few wet paper towels and well placed dabs of perfume from her bag had her feeling her best in no time. A touch of lipstick and a quick brush of her hair, and she felt ready to face this Joe character on her own terms.

"Thanks, Miss," said Linda, handing the receptionist back her key. "I'm ready to see Mr. Di Fuoco. Should you announce me?"

"Sure. Just a sec." The girl flicked the intercom and announced Linda. "Have fun," she whispered as she opened the door for Linda, ushering her in.

"Well, Miss Lewis?" said a man who could have been the mechanic's big brother, rising from behind his desk dressed in a silky black, vested suit.

"Yes," replied Linda holding out her hand.

"Joe Di Fuoco. Joe, to a lovely lady like yourself," he said shaking her hand and soaking her up with his eyes, which hesitated, as if mesmerized for a second, at her voluptuous titties.

"Linda, then . . . Joe," she replied easily now that she saw the effect she had on him. Men were such pushovers for tits and ass. She could understand, though, why women with more serious intentions in life found the male attitude galling.

His hand was strong and dry. He looked powerfully built under the flashy suit. The word "Mafia" flashed through her mind for a split second, leaving her a bit unsure again.

"Please sit down," he offered graciously. Linda took the seat he showed her as he sat back down behind her desk. "Now what can I do for you?"

Linda was tongue-tied. She had no idea what sort of job Jake had lined her up for.

"Jake said that you had something . . ."

Joe interrupted with a smile.

"Jake usually doesn't recommend women with . .. with as much class as you, Linda. I wasn't expecting . . . Not that it isn't a pleasant surprise. Er . . . I could ask you a few questions. Sort of feel our way around this thing."

"Shoot," replied Linda in an attempt to shed the "classy" image.

"Well, Miss ... Linda. "What do you think about sex?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... well, times have changed."

"All for the better," she replied perkily.

"Promiscuity?"

"Depending on whose rules?" she replied defensively.

"Exactly. I couldn't agree with you more. How about hookers . . . you know, prostitutes."

"A girl's got to make a living. As long as she enjoys it, I can't see any harm. In fact, if a woman is really . . . sensuous, turned on by men, it might be just the thing..."

"Well ... I can see we're going to get along fine. Now, there are several possibilities. A woman with your endowments and brains . . . Linda, I run a chain of bars in town, topless bars. They make me a lot of money, especially when I have an honest manager. I've never had a woman manager, but I'd like to try it. Are you interested?"

Linda was a bit taken aback. It seemed pretty risky. What if some man from the neighborhood, a business associate of Herb's or Herb himself came in?

"I don't know .. . Joe. What would it entail? Nothing . . . well, nothing up front or on stage?"

"Heavens no!" replied Joe with mock shock. "I'm talking about a management position-not that you wouldn't be fabulous on stage, I'm sure."

"Sounds interesting, then. Lots of male customers?" she inquired, seeing a line-up of hunky men before her eyes.

"I don't mind telling you that the place is packed at lunch hour. It's got to be the hottest, wildest place in town."

"That wouldn't interest the police, would it?" asked Linda, alarmed at the thought of scandaL

"We're fortunate in not having to worry about that, Linda. Don't give it a second thought." The word "Mafia" flashed back into her mind.

"I see. Sounds interesting, "What's actually involved in the managing?"

"Receipts, scheduling of dancers, keeping an eye on the bartenders. In fact we'll go down there and have a look around. A woman of your capacities should find it a cinch. But, first, I think we should . . ." Joe reached for the intercom: "Bourbon . . . bourbon?" he repeated looking at Linda for affirmation. She nodded. "Bourbon, rocks, the lot, Francie, please." The receptionist was in the office in a flash.with a tray loaded with everything necessary for drinking to a deal.

Joe got up and followed Francie to the door, then locked it after her suavely so that Linda wouldn't notice, but she did. She gave him a quick look-over with a new eye, then decided she was ready for anything.

Joe filled two glasses with a splash of bourbon. "Ice?" he asked with a lift of an eyebrow.

"Please," replied Linda, still comfortably planted in her chair. He handed her a glass.

"A toast. To a pleasant working relationship."

"Fabulous," murmured Linda and took a sip.

"You know, Linda," began Joe, strolling airily about the room, "You are a remarkably beautiful young woman. Beauty and brains don't often get matched up that way, if you know what I mean. Take Francie, my receptionist. She's pretty, sexy-a regular fire-ball-but dumb as hell. Not that she isn't a nice kid. But you, Linda. Frankly I can't believe my luck in having you walk right into my office. A girl like you . . . God, you could wrap the world around your little finger."

Linda translated "wrap me around your little finger," and smiled demurely, taking it all in stride. She was fascinated watching him work up to what his male ego was formulating as a magnificent, classic seduction. His movements had animal grace. His suit fitted him impeccably, revealing a trim, athletic figure. She calculated that Joe must be around forty, not from his looks which were still those of a much younger man, but from his assurance, his gait.

Joe paused to take a few sips of his bourbon. "Oh, let me get your home address, phone number and all. It almost slipped my mind. That's what you do to a man like me, Linda." He went to his desk and took down the information as Linda dictated it to him. "Well, now that that's taken care of..."

Linda noticed with amusement that Joe couldn't figure out how to proceed with her. She envisioned his usual technique. Young girl comes in, looking for a job in one of his bars, flirting with him, showing off everything she's got, and Joe simply pats her rump, locks the door and gets on with it. And there, as if staring back at Linda, was the scene of the crime, the ubiquitous office couch.

"Nice couch, isn't it?" said Joe suddenly, following Linda's gaze.

Unperturbed, she replied: "Yes, it is." She couldn't keep back a smile. "I'll bet it's seen a lot of action."

Joe cleared his throat. "You bet your ass," he blurted out with abandon.

Linda stood up and set her drink down on his large mahogany desk. She took a few steps and was within touching distance of Joe. They were the same height, she noted.

"Well, you know I wouldn't mind doing just that," stated Linda.

"Doing just what?" asked Joe, confused by this quick turn of events.

"Betting.my ass," shot out Linda succinctly. With that, she reached out and inside his jacket to feel over his chest.

"Anytime," murmured Joe, as he grabbed the voluptuous blonde in his arms. His large hands moved all over her back and down over her full, luscious rump. His mouth came down on hers with passion and force. In seconds their tongues were entwined, their lips hotly sucking at the other's mouth. Linda's hands stroked down his well-tapered sides to his hips, still lean, and then back to his hard male ass. His prick swelled and prodded massively against her groin as they kissed and stroked each other's body.

"Jesus," said Joe, coming up for air. Linda stuck out her long pink tongue and licked at his lower lip, then at the side of his neck, while she loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt with both hands. In seconds her mouth was on his hairy chest, her lips aimed at his nipple. Before he knew what hit him, her small teeth were titillating, playing with the hair-enmeshed nib of stiffening flesh, while her left hand stroked his crotch, found his raging hard-on, and began squeezing it rhythmically.

Joe found the zipper running down the back of her dress, and pulled. Hungrily his hands reached into her bra and freed her creamy fleshed breasts, as a groan of pleasure erupted from his throat. He fingered, squeezed, mauled the heavy globes of flesh, his prick raging hard in Linda's small hand. He gasped as her teeth inflicted pleasure and pain on his nipple. Few women had ever treated him this way.

Suddenly Linda stepped back. Before he knew what was happening to him, she pulled off his jacket, then his shirt and tie, unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down his trousers, his undershorts along with it.

"Umm," stated Linda emphatically. "I like seeing a man bare-assed naked," she added while fluttering her small hands over his broad shoulders, chest, well-muscled arms, belly and then grabbing his thick pole of a dick, balls and all, in both hands. The head of his prick was a large, red circumcised knob which she rubbed and clutched in one hand, already feeling the globe of it between her lips in anticipation.

The sight of her hungrily handling his body, with her large pointed tits jutting out from her bra, made Joe's head swim. Already his cock was oozing with lust, making her fingers slippery as they rubbed and twisted gently at the head of his prick. Greedily he reached behind her and pulled her dress off her. He undid her bra, then slipped his hands inside her panties. In seconds his fingers were slipping into her wet crack.

"Ooh, that feels good," murmured Linda, as she began stroking the length of his stiff pole.

"I can do a lot better," he uttered huskily, stooping to lick hotly over her aroused tits. He grabbed hold of first one, licking, sucking, grunting over it, then the other. He striped her panties down her creamy thighs as he sank to his knees and poked a hot tongue into her twat.

A little cry of lust broke from Linda's throat. She grabbed hold of the back of his head and pressed his mouth hard against her pussy lips. Joe gobbled it up. His mouth sucked and Slipped all over her labia, while his tongue churned up into her vulva and his upper lip rubbed and stroked her little finger of a clit.

Linda spread her legs and pressed Joe's head between her thighs. There he lapped and gurgled and sucked, sending ripples of heat up her spine and throughout her tingling body. Her fingers gripped his muscular shoulders, digging into them. Sticking straight out from his groin she could watch his thick long prick jerk and bob with excitement as he ate out her cunt, but she couldn't reach it.

Still rubbing her cunt on his mouth she forced him down onto the thick, wall-to-wall executive carpet, until she was on her knees, straddling his head. With abandon Joe took off, slurping and tonguing deep into her twat, his hands mauling her hot body, pulling at her tits, and generally going wild as her twat juices dripped over his cheeks and chin. Now Linda could act. She reached behind her and grabbed hold of his thick pole. It seemed to have grown enormously, and she gasped with pleasure as her small hand glided up and down the slippery rod.

Her appetite whetted, Linda lifted her slicked down pussy off Joe's face, but only to turn around, grind the wet petals of flesh back down on his mouth, his nose in her rump, and to suck his mammoth prick down her greedy throat. Together, in tandem, they sucked and slurped and gurgled over each other's sex organs until they were moaning and groaning regularly at a fever pitch. With every taste of cock and cunt their lust grew until they simultaneously began devouring each other's ass, spreading the cheeks and eating and tonguing the pucker muscle of their rectums.

Rolling back and forth over the floor of the office, chewing and slurping from crotch to balls, from cunt to asshole, from asshole to prick, they nudged each other's enflamed body to the breaking point of orgasm.

Suddenly Joe went wild. With all his strength he threw Linda down on the floor under him, drew her legs up in the air, swung his body around, and plunged his yearning, suck-crazed cock deep up her cunt. Linda let out a yelp of surprise and lust. Joe continued, fucking her red-hot pussy like a pile-driver, sweat pouring off his body and dripping over her tits. Linda grabbed his muscular arms and sucked at his hands, whimpering at each hard stroke deep in hher twat.

Joe pulled his hands away and grabbed her by the rump, her long legs thrown over his broad shoulders. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, freshening her hot asshole with cool air, then began working both thumbs into the pucker muscle. They slid in easily from his previous slurping. Then without warning, he pulled his veiny thick dick out of her twat with a wet sucking sound, and plunged it right up her rump.

Linda let out a howl of pain which quickly turned to ecstatic lust as he fucked her ass unmercifully. Her whole body shivered from head to toe with the impact of the big man's heavy fucking. Tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes, tears of pleasure, emotion, and perhaps partly of nostalgia. This was the way she and Herb had always fucked: like crazed animals.

Joe slipped his cock just as suddenly out of her ass and back into her cunt.

"Whew . . . baby, I'm gonna shoot a load into that hot pussy of yours, so help me. Can't hold off. Here baby. Feel it. You can taste it, baby. Baby!" Linda's vaginal muscles contracted to grab a tight hold of the fat dick as it plunged and spat deep into her with hot, liquid spasms. Her fingers gripped his big balls. She felt the rod pumping into her. Her cheeks flushed red. Everything went white hot. And Linda came, her orgasm sweeping through her body in great shudders, a hurricane hitting the beach.

In a few minutes it was all over. Both of them rolled over on their sides on the comfy soft rug, exhausted.

"This is the best business deal I've ever made," said Joe finally.

"Oh?" Linda perked up. "Well, you're a hot man and a fantastic fuck, Joe. But this isn't going to be part of the business. Let me state that right now." Joe's face fell into a sudden frown. "Now, don't misunderstand me," she added, chucking him under the chin like a small boy. "I'd love balling with you now and then. I just want it clear that it will not be part of business. I'm a free agent. And, you might as well know, I'm married."

"Married!" yelped Joe. Linda broke into laughter. The bourgeois Italian in him flashed out all over.

"You aren't shocked, are you, Joe?"

"Does your husband know about all this?"

"No. And if I have anything to say about it, he won't. You know, Joe," she added changing the tone of the conversation, "you remind me of him somewhat. I mean you fuck like he used to. Note I said 'used to.' He hasn't in a longer time than I'd care to remember."

"He must be crazy, Linda. A woman like you..."

"Well, whatever the reason, it's given me a chance to think for myself, go out on my own."

Joe shook his head slowly. He passed an arm around Linda and kissed her shoulders and breasts and then mouth. She felt his prick begin to harden up again. "And I do have to get home sometime," she added, stopping his kisses.

"All right," he groaned, getting to his feet. ''We'll get dressed right now. I'll call the ear. It won't take three quarters of an hour to get you settled in. I want you to start tomorrow." He clicked the intercom and asked Francie to call the car.

They dressed in silence. Finally Joe spoke.

"I hope we'll be getting together again, Linda. On your terms or any other. I'll tell you right now. I'm not married, got no use for a wife. I've got a broad at every street corner any hour of the day or night if I want her. But you're something else."

"Well . . . ditto," said Linda cheerily. "Don't worry, Joe," she said fondly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and straightening his tie.

"Okay, let's go then," he barked with his usual flair. On their way out of the office he slapped Linda's pert rump. She glared back at him, then laughed. Let him have the last word, she thought; she was the boss after all.

Linda hadn't paid too much attention to the travel details and was surprised to see a long black limousine waiting for them at the door of the office building. She was impressed, then a bit uneasy. She was getting in with a pretty rough crowd and maybe more excitement than she'd bargained for.

The chauffeur closed the door behind them and jumped in and drove off. Linda glanced around the plush surroundings while Joe fixed them another round of bourbons from the full bar of the limousine.

"Joe?" she said hesitantly.

"What, Linda?" he replied handing her a drink.

"I'd like a yes or no answer to one question. Are you connected with the mob, the Mafia?"

Joe laughed raucously. "What's the Mafia? There's no such thing, baby. Don't worry that gorgeous head of yours. You're not risking a thing. I swear on my mother's gray hairs.'

Linda decided to drop the subject.

Soon the limousine drew up in front of a bar with raucous flashing rainbows of lights, a large sign spelling out Topless, perched on the border between downtown and the inner city slums.

"I suppose this is it," remarked Linda.

"My biggest money-maker up until a few weeks ago when I realized my crook of a manager was skimming off the cream. I fired him. Not so smart, because profits fell even more with no management. Before there was only one guy skimming cream; now the whole bunch of them in there are probably doing it. I can tell you the place is still packing them in at lunch hour. Businessmen in this town just can't get enough tit with their martini lunches."

"I'm not surprised," noted Linda perfunctorily. "Men are such babies." Joe raised an eyebrow. "Brings out a woman's maternal instinct, though. Otherwise we'd have exterminated you ages ago," she added with a calculated laugh.

"Ha ha," replied Joe.

The interior of the bar was a cross between a circus and a seamy burlesque house. In the center and behind the bar were stages with lights flashing over them. The walls were painted black. The bar itself was a shiny chrome oasis.

Joe introduced her to Sam and Jim who were straightening up behind the bar for the brief after-work crowd. There were a handful of male customers in various stages of drunkeness, obviously not the cream of the bar's clientele. Sam and Jim seemed to ignore them. But their eyes focused as fast as sling-shots on Linda's endowments.

"She'll be your boss," announced Joe immediately and sternly.

"A pleasure," they piped up spontaneously.

Sam was an average-looking, average-height man in his middle thirties with curly short blond hair, and a decent build, noted Linda, with appreciation, but not passion. His crotch was a mystery still hidden behind the bar. So was his pal Jim's. But Jim was tall, with longish brown hair, and romantically good-looking. Linda gave him an extra smile. They all shook hands. Linda then got a look at both crotches and was impressed. She also noticed out of the corner of her eye as Joe described the bar's workings that these two crotches were shifting and bulging noticeably. The two men's eyes were unabashedly exploring the luscious feminine curves of tit and ass of their new boss. Sam licked his lower lip nervously.

"Are some of the girls still in back?" asked Joe of the two Linda-struck bartenders.

"Girls? Oh, yeah, Cindy and Rhonda are back there getting ready for the six-thirty show," replied Jim in confusion, only half-giving his attention to Joe.

As Linda and Joe headed toward the back dressing room the two bartenders trailed after like puppy dogs, abandoning the bar and their customers. Their eyes were glued to the soft, sexy roll of Linda's rump.

Joe opened the dressing room door, startling the two girls and catching them both stark naked and belly-to-belly. "Ooh," squealed the redhead. "Rhonda, this is Linda, your new boss," announced Joe matter of factly. "Cindy," he added, addressing the blonde of the pair, "ditto."

Linda shook hands with both girls, admiring their voluptuous, but trim dancer's bodies. Both girls were almost identical physique-wise, with the requisite big, thrusting tits and round, pear-shaped behinds.

After greeting them cordially, Linda's eyes straggled back to the two bartenders hanging on in the dressing room doorway. She noted with pleasure that their eyes were glued to her and their crotches were lumpy. She was going to enjoy this job, she decided instantly.

"Let's have a look at the books," announced Linda to Joe with a burst of enthusiasm.

"That's the way I like it," he beamed back.