Chapter 11

Although one of Honey's seemingly endless "get-togethers" was going on full tilt in the den and other parts of the mansion, I was sitting propped up in my bed for the past couple of hours. Thinking.

Thinking about all the things that have gone down in the six months since I first met the swinging leader of the "Honeysuckle Hotline" and joined her intimate little "family."

Don't get me wrong. It hasn't turned out to be some kind of horrible bummer:-far from it. I've had some incredibly exciting experiences and one hell of a lot of fun-sexually and otherwise. For one thing, I soon discovered that certain members of the tight "inner circle," like Sherry, Barbara and myself, were exempt from having to do any actual babysitting as we'd fully expected to do.

It turned out that only those girls who, for one reason or another didn't quite "fit in" (Honey's term), wound up actually working as legitimate employees of the Hotline. Oh, once in a while I or Barb or Sherry would fill in on a job when one of the regular girls was sick or unavailable, but, for the most part, we were free to pretty much do as we pleased.

And Honey was more than generous. Like, I've been living in the mansion all this time and living off the fat of the land. Honey has provided me with absolutely everything I've needed-and more.

Honey leased a groovy silver grey Mercedes convertible which was strictly for my own personal use as long as I was part of her wild little clan. She insisted on paying for all my clothes, most of which we bought together on insane shopping sprees, and she also paid me what she referred to as a "small salary." Small, my ass! I've been receiving three hundred dollars a week which easily covered things like my art school tuition, make-up and other incidental expenses, but since I lived at the mansion, there wasn't much else I had to actually pay for.

Consequently, I've saved almost five thousand dollars, which has remained safe and secure in a Beverly Hills bank account which I opened a couple of weeks after moving in with Honey and the others. My longtime ambition has been to have a groovy little studio of my own where I could live and paint, and, by the time I've outgrown the Hotline scene, I'll be able to realize my dream.

Honey's been really generous as far as girls like Sherry and Barbara are concerned. Sherry wanted to live in her own pad rather than the mansion and, although Honey was initially disappointed, she happily paid the rent for Sherry, bought her a lot of groovy clothes, and paid her the same salary as I've been getting.

Barb's situation has been identical to my own. She moved into the mansion a week or so after I did, and Honey laid the same salary and "fringe benefits" on her as she did on me.

Because of the terms of their trust fund, Brian and Lolly couldn't give up their little house in Box Canyon and move in with the rest of us at the mansion. But, because Honey really dug the twins (and vice-versa), they became regulars at all the parties and, like everyone else, had one hell of a good time.

So, all in all, the last six months have been out of sight. I've become awfully damned used to Honey's opulent lifestyle and I know for a fact that if and when I decided to give it up (or, if for some reason, Honey invited me to give it up), it wouldn't be all that easy. So I guess it would be fair to say that I've come to believe that this is the only way to fly!

But although things have been going along smoothly, there's been something gnawing away at the back of my mind-something that I haven't quite been able to put my finger on yet. It's been more of a feeling-sort of a nagging premonition that eventually the whole trip was going to go down the tubes.

Like I said, I haven't been able to pinpoint exactly why I've been feeling this way for the last few weeks, which is why I've been sitting here in my room mulling things over for the past couple of hours while the sounds of wild partying have been drifting in from the other parts of the mansion.

The sound of a man laughing-a raucous, evil kind of laugh-snapped me out of my reverie. It was Hal's voice, a voice I've come to both love and hate since that night almost six months ago when Honey and I picked him up at the club.

Did I say hate"? I guess I really meant fear. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out just what it was about Hal "The Snake" Gorman that caused me to feel the way I did about him. Sure, he's proved to be an incredible sexual athlete with a prick that never quit, but still...

Then it hit me! That first night at the rock club. My mind flashed back like a computer tape in reverse to that night when Honey and I sat speechless and horny, watching Hal's sensuous, serpentine body movements as he wrenched screaming hot blues riffs from his long-necked, phallic-like electric guitar.

In my mind's eye I watched the scene play back as Hal swaggered over to join us at our table in that smoky, pot-filled club. What was it that he'd said by way of self-introduction? I thought for a moment and then it came back to me: "Hal Corman's the name-anything's my game." That was it.

But there was something else. I concentrated and tried to bring every detail of that chance encounter back to life, but the sound of Hal's wicked laughter intruded once again and I opened my eyes. I sat there listening for a few seconds and then it all came flooding back with a rush.

I suddenly remembered exactly what "The Snake" had looked like and how he'd acted at that precise moment when he first hit on Honey and me-at that moment when he first saw us as just another couple of rock groupies to be smooth-talked and whipped quickly in and out of bed.

He'd been cool, arrogant and slightly menacing. I could see his deep-set, cobra-like eyes darting from me to Honey-penetrating quickly to ascertain exactly where we were at. I remembered thinking to myself at that moment that he was a potentially dangerous cat, but it had been only a fleeting thought-a thought quickly forgotten in light of the intense physical attraction both Honey and I had felt towards the raunchy guitarist.

But it hadn't been just the sexuality of Hal which had caused me to block that momentary flash of what he might really be like from my mind. It had been that baby-faced charm and that sincere apology for treating us like a couple of groupies which had allowed my mind to instantly reject that fleeting feeling of possible danger which had arisen in me during those crucial first moments of our meeting with "The Snake."

I shuddered momentarily as those deeply hidden memories flashed back into my conscious mind, but the sound of a light tapping on my door instantly brought me back to the reality of now. "C'mon in-it's not locked," I said softly.

The door opened and Joseph's boyish, grinning face peeked inside. "Is Your Highness receiving visitors this evening?" he chuckled. I grinned back and waved him into the room. He entered quickly, followed by the luscious, redheaded Sherry. Joseph was completely nude (except for his chauffeur's cap which he only wore at parties), while Sherry was wearing just a pair of tiny, lace-trimmed bikini panties. She looked ravishing.

The brooding thoughts about Hal Corman and the way I felt about him receded-but not completely-as I watched Sherry and Joseph walk across the room towards my bed. Their beautiful, firm young bodies never failed to turn me on and it occurred to me that, aside from the great physical attraction I felt towards each of them, it went a lot deeper than that. During the past six months, Joey and Sherry and I had become extremely close friends. I still had a great deal of affection for Honey, of course, but she was always on the move.

Except for shopping sprees and sexual free-for-alls, I didn't see all that much of the "Queen Bee"-as we all affectionately referred to her. But it was Joseph and Sherry, particularly Sherry, with whom I had formed my closest, most truly intimate relationships. I could tell them literally anything in confidence and know that I could trust them completely.

I smiled in admiration as I watched Sherry's gorgeous, high-thrusting boobs sway sensually as she approached the side of the bed. But the sight of Joseph's long, slender penis swinging back and forth like a pendulum always made me giggle. "You look so fucking ridiculous with your dork flopping around like that," I told him lovingly as he neared the bed.

"Ill bet you tell that to all the guys," he retorted with a wide grin.

Sherry perched herself on the edge of the bed, took my hand in hers and looked deep into my eyes. "What gives, Cin? You've been cooped up here all evening. Is everything okay?"

Before I could answer Joseph crawled up onto the bed beside me and smiled gently. "My girl has a problem," he said.

I loved them for their sincere concern, but I tried to shrug it off with a laugh: "Everything's fine. Just those old monthly blues," I lied. Sherry slipped a hand underneath the sheet covering my body and ran it up between my legs. Grinning, she eased her middle finger gently through my pubic hair and inside my damp pussy.

"No panties. No plug. No-period." She withdrew her hand and again she regarded me with a serious look on her face. "C'mon, babe, 'fess up.

You know you can't lie to me or Joey. What's bug-gin' you?"

I took a deep breath and looked from one to the other. "If I tell you what's been on my mind, will you promise not to laugh or tell me I'm crazy?" They both nodded their heads solemnly.

So for the next ten minutes I laid my whole mental trip about my feelings and anxieties concerning Hal on my two close friends. They didn't interrupt to ask any questions or make any comments, but simply listened carefully to everything I said. When I'd spelled it all out, they exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

"Well, am I nuts?" I demanded. Sherry kissed me impulsively and smiled. Joseph shook his head and snuggled up a little closer to my warm body.

"Nobody's crazy in this room," he said in all seriousness.

"He's right," Sherry added quietly.

They seemed to be talking in riddles and I got a little pissed off. "Come on! It's your time to talk and don't go beating around the bush," I said a bit harshly. Again the exchange of glances between Sherry and Joseph. He nodded at her.

"Listen, Cin," Sherry began earnestly, "I've been getting weird vibes from Hal for the last little while, but I dismissed them just like you did. But last night I rapped about it with Joey and we were going to talk to you about it when we'd figured it all out. But you beat us to the punch."

Joseph gave Sherry a rather sharp look. "Tell her everything," he said quietly, but firmly. Sherry nodded her head and turned back towards me.

"Do you remember that black eye Barb had about a month ago?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "She was high on grass and walked into a door or something."

"It wasn't a door, babe. It was Hal." I shot her a look of surprise and disbelief.

"Hal? Why the hell didn't you say anything to me about it?" I demanded. "If that son of a bitch ..." My voice trailed off. I was damned upset.

"She couldn't tell you about it," said Joey, "because she didn't know about it until yesterday."

"That's the truth, Cin," Sherry said. "I was having a little heart to heart talk with Barb and somehow it just came out. She was really upset about something and I finally got her to rap. She said that she'd deny it if I told anybody. She's one scared little chick."

I was a bit confused. "Scared? Shit, every dude gets a little out of hand once in a while-and sometimes people ask for it. So she got a black eye. What's got her so scared?"

"He has," said Joey.

"You guys are holding a lot of shit back. I can feel it," I said accusingly.

"Don't be angry, Cin," said Sherry, "We didn't want to lay it all out until Joey had had a chance to do a little checking around."

"What kind of 'checking around' are you talking about?" I demanded. Joey's face registered a certain distaste as he spelled it out for me. "It appears that Hal has been pulling a sort of minor-league Charlie Manson-type number on Barb and a couple of the new girls." My mouth hung open as Joey quickly filled in the details. "It seems that Hal isn't happy just being able to score with every chick he meets. He's got this domination thing-sort of a warped need to make women totally subjugate themselves to his will." m

Joey paused for a moment, but Sherry picked up the thread. "It's worse than that-we think," she said softly. "Joey and I think that Hal's been getting Barb and the other girls to hook for him, but we're not absolutely positive. That's why Joey and I decided to wait before telling you about it. We wanted to be sure."

My head was reeling as I tried to comprehend the kind of warped, vicious trip they'd just described. I mean, I wasn't all that surprised to hear that Hal had hit Barb-but all this other business. It was hard to handle all at once. "You realize we've got to do something, don't you?" I said.

Sherry and Joseph nodded silently. "Christ! when I think of all the groovy times we've all had together. Honey's idea of a totally open and free lifestyle made a lot of sense to me--and it still does," I said urgently. "But if what you guys have told me about Hal is true-well, it could ruin everything. To say nothing of what kind of changes he's put Barb and the other girls through."

I searched their eyes, hoping to find something that might indicate that they really didn't believe "The Snake" had really been up to what they said he had. But one look told me that I wasn't about to find what I was looking for. I shook my head: "You really are sure, aren't you?"

"As sure as we can be at this point, Cin," Sherry answered softly. "But," she added, "I think we should give Hal the benefit of the doubt until we're absolutely positive." I nodded my agreement. It wasn't that I was so crazy about Hal anymore, it was simply that I was brought up to believe that a person is innocent until proven guilty.

"So what's the next step? Do we tell Honey?" I queried.

Joey shook his head vigorously: "Not yet. Until we've got concrete proof, Honey won't believe it. Haven't you noticed how much Hal has her under his thumb?" I thought about Joey's last remark for a few seconds and then realized that it was true. Honey did act differently when Hal was around, but I hadn't really paid any attention to her behavior. I guess I just kept seeing the same Honey I'd come to know before Gorman came along. Or maybe I had just refused to see-and accept-what had slowly been going down in front of me during the past couple of months.

I shook my head slowly and looked straight at Joseph: "So what do we do? How do we get the kind of proof we need to convince Honey that Hal's everything we think he is?"

"I've got several discreet friends in ... uh ... low places," he said, and I thought for a split second that he was joking. "I'm serious, babe. You know me. Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds like a put-on-but this time I'm dead serious. These friends are doing a little quiet snooping around and I figure they should be able to come up with something-if anybody can."

"What do we do in the meantime?" I asked softly. This time Joey and Sherry were both grinning.

"The best thing we can do," said Sherry, "is to simply act completely normal. We don't want Hal to pick up any weird vibes before Joey's friends have done their little investigation."

Joey nodded in agreement: "It's not as though the cat's a real threat to our lives or anything like that. And, anyway, he's not here all the time, so you and Sherry will be able to avoid him-stay clear of him until we've got our proof and decided what action we should take."

Joseph made sense. If Hal really was into the warped trip they'd described, we'd find out. And "The Snake" would definitely have to pay some heavy dues. I'm not a vindictive person, but there are certain kinds of behavior and actions which I honestly believe have to be dealt with fairly-but firmly.

I was so deeply lost in thought that it was a minute or two before I realized that Sherry's silky hand had worked its way back under the sheet and back into the mossy folds of my pussy. "Hey!" I giggled, "are you trying to pull some kind of weird trip on me?"

They both laughed. "You heard what Joey said," Sherry chuckled. "We've got to act normal. So that's just what I'm doing-acting normal!" To drive her point home, so to speak, the sensuous redhead quickly and easily speared two of her talented fingers deep into my moist cunt. At the same time Joey snuggled closer and kissed me passionately. As I returned the kiss with a funny combination of desire, love and genuine relief, he took my hand and steered it down to his crotch.

"A little loving can work wonders," he whispered in my ear, and I had to agree with him.

"You guys are beautiful," I said emotionally. The two of them just grinned.

As my hand came in contact with Joey's soft, limp phallus, my own sexual fires began to smolder and spark back to life. I squeezed his prick firmly, but tenderly, and began running my hand up and down its stem, shivering deliciously as I felt it begin to spring to life. Sherry, meanwhile, was busily working her fingers in and out of my twat which was getting juicier with every move she made.

In virtually no time at all, my thoughts of Hal Corman were replaced with warm, soothing feelings of increasingly intense sexual pleasure. Joey moaned softly as I massaged the sensitive head of his now rock-hard cock with the palm of my hand. I threw the sheet off my body and spread my legs wide. "Fuck me really good and sweet, Joey," I whispered, "and I'll eat Sherry's sweet little pussy while you're doing it."

"Sounds perfect to me," Sherry crooned, as she withdrew her fingers from my box with a slurping sound. She quickly reversed the position of her delectable body so that her lovely, red-furred pubis was pressing firmly against my face.

Joey slithered on top of my body and I guided his long, slender, rigid prick into the hairy notch of my quivering love tunnel. At the same time I opened my mouth and sent my warm tongue darting around the outer lips of Sherry's moist pussy. While I sent my lingual member in frantic search of the redhead's love button, Joey was rubbing the head of his cock up and down in the juicy furrow of my cunt. With every loving stroke his cock tip massaged my clitoris and the sensitive miniature penis tingled and grew rigid. I squirmed my ass around in growing excitement and began spearing my tongue in and out of Sherry's bounding cunt which was getting creamier with every stab I made.

Suddenly, without any warning, Joey surged into my aching pussy with one quick, deliberate lunge. The force of his unexpected entry literally took my breath away and I let out a loud, excited wail. "OH YES, BABY! STICK IT TO ME GOOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I screamed.

My lust-inspired profanities caused Joey to begin stroking in and out of my love grotto with ever increasing speed and intensity. It felt incredible! Because of my mental funk which had kept me depressed for several days, I hadn't felt much like making love, and Joey's hard, loving prick was just what the doctor ordered.

While Joey's cock sluiced into the innermost recesses of my wildly contracting pussy, I increased the pace of my frenzied tonguing of Sherry's cunt. I lifted my hands over my head and, taking a firm grip on her ass cheeks, pulled her pussy down tightly against my face.

Sherry let out an ecstatic shriek as I began sucking her hot quim with my hungry lips and continued jabbing into her with my long, firm tongue. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!!!" she crooned. Her body began to shake uncontrollably and it took all the strength I had to keep her pussy in position.

Then Sherry emitted a sobbing, emotion-choked scream and I felt her cunt muscles grasp my tongue in a viselike grip. Love juice began to pour out of her pussy and I happily licked it up as fast as it came. Shaking and quivering, the luscious redhead soared on the crest of her climax and then, little by little, began to come down from the heights.

Finally Sherry let out a loud, low, satisfied sigh and I knew that she'd arrived at that state of satiated bliss which every woman feels when she's experienced a truly total orgasm. She gently lifted her body up and away from my face and then she lay down beside me. We began kissing passionately, her warm saliva mingling with her own sex syrup which clung to my lips.

My own moment of ecstasy was fast approaching and, judging from the way Joseph was panting and thrusting into my oozing pussy, I realized that he, too, was on the brink of a wild climax. I tore my lips away from Sherry's for a moment and hissed, "C'mon Joey! Fuck me with all you've got! Come with me, baby! Come with me!"

As my orgasm began to break over my body, I screamed with pleasure and started heaving my ass up against Joey's crotch in a frantic attempt to drag him even deeper into me. As his rock-hard prick pounded into me with incredible speed, I could see Joey's face contorting crazily as he tried to hold back his ejaculation.

"LET IT GO, BABE!" I screamed, as my body began to shake with paroxysms of pleasure. "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR COME!"

As my back arched up from the bed, Joey slammed into me one last time and I could feel his hot, gushing semen begin to spurt spastically from his prick. It deluged my already sopping cunt and I moaned out my sexual release in half words which were totally incoherent.

Joey's cock kept on bucking and rearing inside my clenching box and then he fell forward on my heaving boobs.

The three of us lay there on the bed, drenched in the soft, sweaty afterglow of wild lovemaking. Sherry and I ran our hands softly and lovingly down Joseph's lean, slick body, while our own glistening mouths locked in a gentle, but passionate, kiss. We were completely silent for several long minutes, the only sounds in the room being those from the party which filtered in from the back part of the mansion.

I heard the sound of Hal Corman's raucous laughter and my body stiffened. Sherry's body shook slightly and Joey, always sensitive, snuggled closer to us. "Don't sweat it, my sweet darlings," he whispered. "Everything will be taken care of in due course. Hal Corman has got some dues to pay and pay them he will. So rest easy."

Sherry and I smiled at the beautiful young man lying between us and we kissed him all over his love-slicked body. I knew instinctively that Joey was right. Corman would be taken care of and we would all be able to go back to the free and easy lifestyle-free of care, or worry-that we'd been experiencing ever since we met Honey Castille.

Or would we? I wondered. Then I felt myself drifting off into a somewhat troubled sleep.