Chapter 4
Linda pulled her white Cadillac into the special parking space assigned her behind the bar. It was ten-thirty a.m. She was nervous with the excitement of a new day, new job and new pleasures.
What a relief, she'd thought that morning, getting up with a thrill at a new day, instead of with the leaden dread she'd experienced more and more in the past months. -
Herb had come home and crawled into bed beside her without a word around one in the morning. He'd gotten up and left the house before Linda had awoken. Nothing had changed, not that she had thought it would. Maybe if she announced her new job, Herb would show some renewed interest in her, but she had no intention of getmg him to pay attention to her that way. It was not the kind of thing she wanted from him.
Besides, she found herself relishing the role of wanton woman, if not adulteress, with great excitement. In college, she'd only had sex with one other man, and that was before she'd met Herb. In a way she was a virgin, at least as far as the so-called new morality was concerned.
"Hi, Sam. Hi, Jim," she announced cheerily as she walked into the bar.
"Good morning," said Sam.
"Good morning, Ms. Lewis," said Jim with a sexy, romantic smile.
"Now, let's start it off right. I'm the boss," said Linda, "but my name's Linda. I don't know what Joe told you about me, but I plan on enjoying myself at this job," she added looking Jim over appreciatively.
Jim blushed slightly, then swaggered out from behind the bar where he and Sam had been setting up. The bar was empty at this hour. Linda headed for the office. There she hung up her coat, dropped her purse into a file cabinet and started puttering around, familiarizing herself with work procedures. She checked the liquor inventory sheet, then figured it would be a good idea to compare it with what was in the storeroom. If Joe was having trouble with missing profits, he was probably getting ripped oft in inventory, Linda reasoned. It was time to find out just where she was starting from in this job.
"Sam or Jim," she announced, standing in the doorway to her office. Both bartenders jumped to attention, answered her in unison, and headed toward her. "I only asked for one or the other of you," she said, laughing. "But I guess both you men will do," she added suddenly finding the idea of the two of them strangely arousing. In seconds they were both at her side.
"Jim, ain't you got something to do behind that bar," barked Sam.
"No way," replied Jim cooly, then switched his wholehearted attention to Linda. She felt a shiver of excitement up her spine despite herself. Jim had sexy, dark brown eyes and they were playing all over her body while he gave her a sweet, almost boyish smile and jerked his head to let his long brown hair settle down again over his ears.
"Well, let's not fight over it, boys," stated Linda with a touch of sarcasm. "I want to take a look at what's in the storeroom, and I guess both of you can just lead me there." She checked their reactions to see if either of them was uneasy about her check-up against the inventory sheet. She was relieved that both of them took it in stride.
"I'll get the key," piped up Sam, jogging back to behind the bar and returning in a flash.
"This way," said Jim, intent on getting in his two cents' worth.
Linda held out both arms, and with a man on each, headed for the storeroom. Sam unlocked the door and flipped the switch.
The room was stacked with boxes of cheap whiskey, gin, vodka, along with some name brands. About half the room was given over to cartons of beer. Linda started spot-checking, going slowly tip and down the aisles, both men following her like pups.
Finally they all found themselves in the back of the storeroom where there was a table and one chair. Linda wiped her finger over the table top. It came away clean.
"Somebody's been doing some dusting back here. I can hardly believe it."
Sam chuckled. Jim grinned and said, "Not exactly."
"Well, what then?"
"Sam, you want to explain to the lady?" teased Jim.
"Oh, I'd say that was mostly your department," snapped back Sam. Linda looked from one to the other, then put both hands on her hips and waited.
"Well, out with it," she snapped after a minute.
"Oh, just a little lovin' and stuff," drawled Jim.
"Oh, cut the shit, Jim," jeered Sam. "Jim here's been fucking with some of the dancers back here, right on this table. No wonder it's goddamn spotless. All the dust gets wiped off on their asses."
"What about Shirley, you motherfucker. You told her she'd get her ass fired if she didn't give you a piece. At least I never pulled a number like that, you creep." Jim spat on the floor, a mean look in his eye.
"Come off it, boys," barked Linda, enjoying her authority, frankly I couldn't care less if you guys fuck around back here. But I don't like the idea of lying like that to the girls. Anyway there won't be any chance of that while I'm boss because I intend to set them all straight about what's expected around here just in case they don't know. And . . ." hesitated Linda, glaring at Sam, "you should be ashamed of yourself for trying to get a girl to have sex with you that way."
Sam hung his head for a second.
"Well, it wasn't really like that," he said finally, "because afterwards she told me she knew I was shittin' her, and none of it was true. She liked balling with me. A lot of girls like fucking with a man instead of a tin-plate Romeo like this long-haired faggot." "Can I suck your dick, Sam baby," lisped Jim.
"Anytime you fucking please," snapped back Sam.
Linda started laughing at the ridiculous comedy they were putting on for her despite themselves. Then an idea entered her head that made her pussy quiver and her whole body tingle all over. As her eyes took both men in from head to toe to crotch, the two of them became nervous, shifting from one leg to the other, staring at their feet with rapt attention.
"Anything wrong, Linda?" said Jim with' forced confidence.
"Oh," drawled Linda, suddenly reaching out and running her hand over his shoulder, as she glanced down at his crotch, then at Sam's, "nothing's wrong at all. I just had a really sexy idea, that's all..."
Sam perked up immediately, moving in closer to the two of them. Linda reached down boldly and stroked Sam's crotch. A half whistle came out of his mouth before he had enough sense to stop it. A twinkle came into his eye.
"I think Linda appreciates a man," he said cockily to Jim.
"Now, hold on," interrupted Linda easily. "At this point it's men I like. Both of you . . ." And she began stroking both of their crotches, one in each small palm.
Jim was the first to make a move. He stroked his large hand over and under Linda's long blond hair until he was caressing the nape of her neck. Sam moved up behind her and pressed his expanding dick against her luscious buttocks. Jim moved down to her excited tits, his crotch bulging in her hand.
Soon all three of them were moaning with lust as they explored bodies and sex organs, working up into a heat.
"Why don't you two guys strip down," said Linda, unbuttoning first Jim's, then Sam's shirt. Sam grew a bit red-faced.
"You want to carry on with both of us at once, Linda?" asked Sam nervously.
"Why not? In fact, that's the idea that turned me on to all this," replied Linda, giving Sam a chuck under the chin and rubbing inside his shirt over his muscular blond-haired chest. Sam glanced at Jim. Linda caught the look and laughed. "You aren't afraid of showing each other your dicks, are you?" Sam looked sheepish, then shrugged his shoulders.
"Hell, why not," blurted out Sam.
"I'd do anything to make it with you, Linda," said Jim, ignoring Sam.
"Then let's get to it," stated Linda in a half-whisper. She unhooked her skirt, and undid her blouse. Both men helped strip her clothing off her piece by piece as she undid their belts and stripped off their shirts. In no time all three were stark naked in the back of the liquor storeroom.
Jim's dick flashed out like a beanpole when Linda's petite fingers pulled his jockey shorts down. Sam grabbed hold of her large, globular tits with both hands, gasping with lust, and pressing his swollen prick against her .creamy rump.
Linda reached around behind her and gently squeezed Sam's thick prick. The feel of it made her shudder with anticipation. Already Linda had a vague idea of what she wanted to try with these two hot males.
Jim stroked his fingers over her swelling labia, so that in seconds they were moist, then drenched with cunt juices. He crouched slightly and began nibbling and sucking at one melon-shaped tit, then the other. Sam was kissing and licking over her back, caressing her full round hips and ass. Linda stroked both their drooling pricks, one in each small hand, and shivered with the excitement of their hands and mouths all over her body.
Jim sucked and licked wildly over her stiffened nipples, moaning with lust, then dropped to his knees, licking his way down her belly to the soft blond thicket of her crotch. His tongue darted in between the drenched cunt lips and his lips began slurping. Linda gripped his muscular shoulders and watched his long pole of a cock prodding at the air as it stuck out between his spread thighs.
Now Sam had a chance to eat her full pointed tits. He moved around to the side and took first one luscious, fleshy globe, then the other into his hungry mouth. Linda continued stroking his thick prong of a dick. It dribbled and jerked only inches away from Jim's cheeks, sunken from his slurping sucking of her pussy. The sight of it all excited her in one hot flash so that she thought she might faint.
With complete abandon to her fantasy, she began rubbing the oozing fat head of Sam's dick against the younger man's handsome face. Jim was so absorbed in eating her succulent twat that he only moaned from the added contact of flesh, not realizing what it was. Sam too was oblivious at first, lost in lapping up her creamy tits. But the sight scratch on Jim's beard made him suddenly glance down at what Linda was doing to his prick. His eyes bugged out, then a perverse grin came over his face, and he went back to tonguing, then chewing, on her erect nipples.
You're a crazy cunt, she thought to herself, as she imagined her fantasy acted out, watching Sam force his fat prick down Jim's throat, then turn around and bugger it up the younger man's tender ass. The picture of it in her mind once again excited her to the point of a white flash before her eyes.
Linda gasped, shuddering on the brink of orgasm as Jim fucked his tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.
"No, no," she began to moan as both men ate and lapped at her body. She didn't want to come just yet. She pulled her twat away from Jim's eager mouth, leaving him red-faced, his mouth and chin drenched from her juices. His eye caught Sam's prick inches from his face.
"Shit!" cursed Jim under his breath, jerking away and then staggering up to his feet. Before he could say anything, Linda leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth, prodding her small tongue between his lips, tasting her own cunt juices for the first time. They seemed to make her drunk. She lost control and began kissing the young man's mouth wildly, running her fingers through his hair, almost pulling it at times.
Sam was squeezed out. With a grunt of annoyance he moved along back behind Linda, ran his tongue over her soft shoulders for a second, then down her spine as he dropped to the floor. With a kind of crazy wheezing sound, he spread her round fleshy cheeks and prodded his tongue at her puckered asshole. In seconds Sam was rimming her with abandon.
Linda pushed Jim's mouth away from hers, and pushed him down on his knees, back to her gleaming wet pussy. He didn't need to be forced. Greedily Jim plunged his hot tongue back into Linda's steamy twat. Linda moaned and caressed her excited tits while both men ate her from front to rear.
"Let's get over to the table," she whispered ,hoarsely after a while. Dazed, both men staggered up onto their feet. Before they could move, Linda abruptly dropped to her knees, grabbed both their swollen, steel-hard dicks and sucked them simultaneously into her full hungry mouth. She played and yanked at the men's big balls and sucked and tongued them. Sam and Jim tried not to look at each other. Each grabbed hold of one of her tits and began stroking and playing with it.
They could not get over their embarrassment at feeling the other's prick with his own dick, and their cocks both began to soften in her mouth.
Linda immediately sucked her mouth off of their dicks and got to her feet. With quick strokes of each hand she had their cocks rock hard again in a second. She coaxed them gently to the table by pulling on their dicks. Then she pushed Jim back down on the table, so that his legs were spread-eagled, his back down on the table top, but his feet still on the floor. Before he could say a word, she scrambled up on top of him, straddling his lean hips, facing him, and plunged his prick up her slick twat. Jim gasped as he felt the wet walls of her vulva contract and pull his cock deep up inside her until her cunt lips rested on his balls.
Linda gasped with pleasure, then turned to Sam. The shorter, hairy, blond man was standing beside the table stroking his thick prick.
"Fuck it up my ass," she ordered hoarsely.
Without losing a second, Sam moved behind her, crouched down for a second and poked his tongue into her exposed asshole, then straightened up and pushed his fat prick head into the pucker muscle. Linda clenched her teeth at the brief pain his mammoth tool caused in her tender rump, but soon sank into waves of pleasure as the thick rod filled her ass as deeply as Jim's long veiny dick.
Linda gasped at the sudden, full culmination of her fantasy. Both ass and cunt were plugged full of cock. Her tongue lashing out at her lips, she wriggled her hips up and down, signaling the men to fuck her cunt and ass.
Sam grabbed hold of her soft round hips and butt and began plunging his tool in and out of her clutching asshole. Jim reached up and took both nipples, red erect nibs of flesh jutting out from the round full flesh of her tits, and pulled and pinched at them, as he stroked his pole in and out of her contracting twat. Both men had no difficulty in matching their fucking. Linda rode high on the crazed, double-fuck, her mind and body totally drugged with the intense pleasure of it.
"Agh! Ooh," panted Linda as she came in an immense orgasm. A shrill cry broke from her throat. Sweat trickled down between the globes of her breasts. Her heavy pants were followed by a lunge, then a pumping spasm, first from Jim's prick, which shot and splattered his cum deep up her twat, and then from Sam's as the thick tool plunged every fat inch of dick up her rectum and exploded the contents of his heavy balls up her.
When both sets of balls were drained into her, and the fever-pitch waves of her orgasm subsided in Linda, all three of them slumped together on top of the table. Linda began to giggle. It was the craziest, wildest sex she had ever had in her life-at least up until then. It made her almost hysterical. Both ^^^their pricks were still planted up inside her as her whole body trembled.
Gradually Linda collected her wits and sat up. Sam stepped back, pulling his softened, but still thick prick out of her ass with a plop. Linda drew her cunt off Jim's still hard rod and slipped off the table.
"Ooh," she grunted with a long stretch. Jim sat up on the table, his prick jutting forward. "It's back to work," announced Linda, glancing at her watch.
"Whew," said Jim, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Linda slipped back into her clothes, and reluctantly the two bartenders followed.
"Get your asses out there and open up the place. I bet there's a line of sex-crazed businessmen out there already," she added. Linda bounded out of the storeroom, inventory sheet in hand, leaving the men to lock up.
Fortunately there was a private lavatory off her office. Linda quickly cleaned up. It was hard to believe that only two days before she had been a depressed, sex-starved woman living out in the suburbs like a nun. Now it seemed that each time she had sex with a man, it got wilder. Her cunt and ass still felt the pressure of the two plunging dicks almost as if they were still there. A smile of contentment crept over her face. She took a last glance at herself in the mirror, stuck out her tongue, laughed, and left the lavatory.
From inside her office, Linda heard the sounds of the bar filling up with the lunch-hour crowd. Finally after she had gone through most of the records, she couldn't contain her curiosity any more. The place was a roar of voices.
She went to the door and opened it and looked out. The place was packed. Men of all sizes, shapes, and descriptions-though mostly all were dressed in conservative business suits-milled about drinking, eyeing the stage. The music was blasting, two girls she had never seen before were already up behind the bar dancing topless, their tits twirling and bouncing to the beat. But the main stage was empty. By the look of the men, this was not supposed to be the case. Some were glancing at their watches. All eyed the stage from time to time.
Sensing something was wrong, Linda decided to brave the all male crowd for the first time in order to check with Sam and Jim. As she elbowed her way through, she felt hand after hand patting her rump, some even going so far as to feel her tits. Ordinarily she would have pushed them away, called the cops or done something about being molested by a crowd of men, but being the manager, she was stuck. Instead, she decided to enjoy it. To the handsomer men, she gave a slow, sexy smile; to the others, nothing, except that she pushed on a bit faster, trying to ignore them.
The men she passed were surprised to see her, wondered who she was, called out after her, until finally she just began announcing it as a kind of greeting: "Hi, I'm Linda, the new manager. Thanks for coming by..."
"Get the manger on stage," bellowed one portly businessman, already red-faced from martinis.
"Wouldn't mind seeing the management) do a little entertaining," quipped another one with better manners and less alcohol in his blood-stream.
Linda simply smiled graciously at it all and kept heading toward the bar.
"Hope I don't have to go through that ordeal everyday," she said, panting, as she finally reached the bar and beckoned to Jim who was closest. "Otherwise we'll have to build a catwalk over this place so the manager can get out of her office in peace!" she added laughing.
"They just never saw such a gorgeous manager before," replied Jim with a grin worthy of a toothpaste commercial.
"Well, if the surprise effect doesn't wear off by the end of the week, I'm digging a tunnel. Look, Jim, what's going on with the center stage? Looks to me as if these guys are expecting a show out there."
Jim glanced at his watch. "They're late," he admitted.
"Who? What?" asked Linda in exasperation.
"Why, Rhonda and Cindy. They have this little act worked up. They dance as a pair and sometimes rub their tits and pussies together a bit."
"Clever. So what's keeping them? These men obviously can't wait. Where are they?"
"Must be back in the dressing room."
"Don't tell me," moaned Linda. "I can see now I'm going to have to go after them, right? Plow through that drooling pack of . . ." She looked around her. One or two of the customers caught her eye. They were young business execs, trim, athletic with a certain boyish enthusiasm. She tempered her words: "... hot, horny studs." Linda sighed. That was, after all, why she'd found the job so interesting. But getting a chance at a lot of sexy men was one thing; dealing with a crowd of them was another. Somehow she'd not quite pictured it like this. The place was too crowded to casually come up to a hot-looking man and invite him into her of-fice for a private drink. "Do you want me to go after them?" asked Jim earnestly trying to be of help.
"Nope. It's my job. Here goes," declared Linda as a kind of battle cry, pointing herself toward the back of the bar and then lunging into the pack of men.
She arrived at the dressing room door not too badly off for the ass-patting^ and tit-clutching she'd been through. For a minute she had even fantasized the handsomest of them handling her all over stark naked, caressing and licking every inch of her body as they passed her from the front of the bar to the back. After all, that was a bit what an orgy must be like, she reasoned, though she'd never been in one.
Linda knocked, then barged in.
"Eeh," squealed Rhonda, the redhead. Linda took a step back. Both girls were down on the dressing-room floor in a sixty-nine position with their thighs parted wide, eating each other's pussy.
Cindy looked up and blushed scarlet. Linda felt a strange excitement seeing the girls naked and in heat on the floor, their bodies excited and shiny with perspiration, their nipples stiff, their cunt hairs wetted down to their full pussy lips. Her hand fluttered to her breast.
"I think it's show time," blurted out Linda in a constricted voice. "Oh, no," cried out Rhonda, her eyes beginning to fill up with tears. "She's gonna fire us."
"Don't be silly, Rhonda. In fact ... In fact, I can't see why you shouldn't just get Up on stage and continue where you left off when I barged in."
"In front of all those men?" squealed Cindy.
"Sure, why not? It'd be a sure show-stopper. And . . . maybe we could arrange a little raise if it all worked out." Rhonda brightened up.
"Come on, Cindy, why not? It'd be a lot less tiring than bumping and grinding. And a hell of a lot more fun for us," Cindy put her arm around Rhonda and smiled lovingly. "It's a deal, Linda," declared Rhonda.
"Okay, get into your costumes, whatever they are, and get out there. Your fans are tearing up the place."
The two girls scrambled to their feet and quickly jumped into their sequined G-strings and pasties. Blowing Linda a kiss, they were out the door in a flash. Linda heard the crowd roar and applaud as Cindy and Rhonda bounded onto the stage and began dancing to the disco music.
As they stripped out of their pasties and G-string, baring their tits and pussies to the men, the crowd hooted and applauded as one man.
Linda hung back next to the dressing room door, watching, wondering how the men would react to to a full-fledged sex show, and how the girls would get into it.
She didn't have long to wait. Before she knew it they were rubbing their tits together in time to the beat, then bending back and brushing their cunts together. Then a gasp rose from the crowd as Rhonda agressively picked Cindy up in her arms, swung the blond girl's luscious white thighs around her neck and plunged her tongue into her twat.
As the beat changed and got faster, Rhonda's pussy licking did too. The crowd howled. The drunken fat man tried to climb up on stage to lick Rhonda's twat, but got pulled back into the crowd, by two other men not willing to see him wreck the show.
The girls danced, and slithered all over each other's body like snakes, up and down the stage, on the stage floor, on a small bench at the back of the stage, and then started egging the crowd on by spreading their twats in the faces of the nearest ogling men.
In a matter of minutes there was near pandemonium as each customer tried to get to the stage and have a lick of Rhonda's or Cindy's wet cunt, depending on which of the girls was offering.
Linda's eyes searched the door nervously, somehow expecting the cops to pour in and raid the place.
Jumping up on the hench, Rhonda and Cindy ended their act by writhing around in sixty-nine on top of each other and vigorously eating out the other girl's hot, .wet twat faster and faster until their groans could be heard over the music and they climaxed with an awe-inspiring shudder.
The crowd of men went wild. Some even had their hands on their dicks and were jacking off and shooting all over the place. Linda couldn't believe her eyes.
At the end of the day receipts had doubled.