Chapter 5
Lara paid for the cab. "I assume you're penniless," she said to Tony. He merely smiled and grabbed a handful of her ass. She led us into a small cottage that stood just inside a fence. It was too dark to see where the fence led or what lay beyond the cottage. Lara opened a narrow gate, let us in, and locked it again. Inside the cottage proved to be cozy, one large room, a kitchen, bathroom, and that was it. I figured she was probably a governess or something on the estate, but it would have been impolite to ask. While she was in the bathroom I asked Tony.
"I don't know," he said, "all I know is that she looked like she had money and that she was willing. But what the hell, we can hang out here for a few days and then we'll give it another try. There's nothing we can do with your suit looking like it does, anyway."
"True." Lara appeared at the bathroom door wearing her best negligee, a transparent piece of fluff that implied all the curves of her body but hid the salient parts. She turned off the bathroom light and came swaying toward us, all chiffon now and a big smile. Without a word she sank to her knees between Tony's legs and pressed her face against the crutch of his pants. Her hands clamped down over his thighs and felt him up all over. It had been a long time.
"Aaaaahhh," she sighed, rubbing her face into his lap, "so virile, so young, I could eat you alive! Feel how thick it is, how it's getting hard! Oh, I'm going to swallow you whole, you big bad eel!" Tony threw me a wink and settled back in his chair while Lara enthused over his masculine appendages. She was teasing herself by not opening up his pants. Instead she ran her hands over the contours of his balls and cock and told herself how big and ruinous he would be when he finally got inside her cunt. "Too big," she said in her husky, threepacks-a-day voice, "he is going to tear me apart! Oh, Tony, let me touch you, eat you, let me make you ravenous for me!"
Her talk was making me hard... well, sort of hard. After Candy I was hardly in urgent need of sex, but Lara was so openly hungry for it, so lecherous, that tickles ran up my scrotum and blood eased cautiously into the erectile tissue. Tony's lap looked as battle-stained as mine by this time, all rouge and lipstick. One of her hands was at the top of his zip, taking it down bit by bit while her face nuzzled at his manhood and her other hand caressed his thighs. She paid no attention to me even though the lights were on and I was sitting in the chair next to Tony's.
The zip was halfway down and her fingers were exploring the hair and flesh of his lower belly. Tony looked very relaxed, very happy. The zip went down a little further and then she pulled at the material to make room for her face. Her mouth ran along his belly and her lips plucked at the hairs growing there. One of her hands caressed the hard ridge of meat under his pants to make sure he would stay upright. His belt was undone, the button of his waistband, his zip went down right to the bottom and suddenly his cock sprang out of hiding and stood right in front of her face, quivering like a knife in wood. "Oh my God!" she whispered, her eyes shining brightly. "Look at what that bad boy's got!" Her teasing, leisurely pace gave way to a frantic moment. Both her hands pulled at his pants and worked them down to his knees before she recollected herself. She was flushed and sweaty, though, obviously uncomfortable in her negligee. Suddenly she shrugged it off and did a turn for Tony's benefit.
"Beautiful," said Tony approvingly. She wasn't bad. Her flesh had that slightly antique quality, a little too soft, too mottled, but she was still in great shape. Her buns were tight enough, her thighs were firm, and her tits were excellent! Tanned, brown-nippled, they stood away from her body with girlish zest, trying to and just failing to gaze at the stars. A moment later she was on her knees before Tony again, taking off his shoes and socks and helping him off with his pants. He sat there dressed in jacket and modish shirt, smoking and looking content while she began to kiss her way up his hairy legs. I kept watching her naked form. The harder I became, the sexier she was. It was getting hot and stuffy for me, too. I took off my jacket and shirt, kicked off the shoes, and lit up a cigarette to pass the time. Lara would get to me sooner or later.
She was doing a beautiful job on Tony. Her lips moved along the inside of his thighs, kissing and plucking, getting closer and closer to his balls. Tony tried to look cool but his facade was wearing thin. Now and then his eyes closed and he bit his bottom lip to suppress his real feelings. Lara's tongue crept up to the base of his cock and hovered there, teasing him some more, bringing him up a little further, and forcing him to use his own imagination. She was a virtuoso sure enough. Cunning old bitch. Her tongue snaked around his cock, giving him a good time but not too good. Whenever Tony became too excited she slowed down at once. She licked up to the tip of his cock, down to his belly, up to the navel where she lingered briefly, and then she moved upward, kissing his chest and sliding her body along his cock at the same time. At last she reached his face and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Tony's hands reached down and seized her ass to try and lift her onto his cock but she slipped away. One of her legs went over one of his so that her cunt rested on his thigh and he couldn't get to it. Tony tried again, more forcefully this time, to get up her. Lara responded by kissing him harder and toying with his nipples. His cock stood up in the air, unattended and desperate. Her cunt rubbed along his thigh so hard that wet noises were produced, lipsmacking sounds, and a wet trail formed in its wake.
"Come on, Lara, get on board!" Tony said impatiently. "I can't wait any longer, I've got to have a piece of you!"
"You're bad, all right," she said reprovingly. "I'm sorry, Tony, no sex tonight, just fun and games. Aren't you enjoying it so far?"
"It's fine, but I want to fuck."
"Sorry." She kissed all over his face and brought one hand down to his belly to rub near but not on his cock. Tony fell for her play hook, line, and sinker. He grabbed her about the waist and threw her down on the carpet, then flung himself on top of her and drove his cock up her cunt. Lara let out a thrilling cry of happiness and instantly wrapped her legs around his waist to help him deliver his powerful thrusts. Tony was going like a bat out of hell, slamming his cock into her squelching pussy, sweating all over her, mauling her tits until all the blood went out of them, and Lara bucked and writhed along with him, crying out, holding on, loving every minute of it.
As usual he finished fast. Lara was not taken aback. No sooner had he blown his wad than she pushed him away and took his cock into her mouth to suck it clean and prepare it for the next onslaught. Tony was smoking and taking a break but Lara was moving right along. She lay on her side, nibbling Tony and holding his limp dick upright with one hand while the other hand was embedded between her thighs. One finger was doing a good job on her clitoris there, titillating it with lightning speed. And as her pleasure rose she became less discreet about it. Her legs eased apart and the one titillating finger was replaced by the whole hand, grabbing and clawing at her cunt flesh, digging into her hole violently, harder and faster until a deep sigh escaped her and her body went limp. For all the energy she'd put into jerking off her mouth had stayed fastened to Tony's cock.
He was hard again but his face wore a dubious expression. Where would it end? Lara seemed like a bottomless pit. However, she didn't care to discuss the issue. Instead she climbed on top of him and held his hard cock steady while she positioned her cunt over it. With a moan of satisfaction she let it sink into her body and then pinned Tony down with both her hands on his shoulders. Her ass moved up and down regularly and slowly, just moving her pussy along and about his cock for her own pleasure. It was a moving sight to see her having so much fun. Tony took her by the waist and put some pressure on to get her to sink all the way down over it but Lara wasn't aware of it. She reminded me of a girl riding her horse all by herself in the park.
She snapped out of it without warning and motioned for me to come over. "I'd better prepare the reserve troops," she breathed. "Take off your pants, honey, and let's see how bad you are." When I presented my nakedness to her scrutiny she nodded her approval. "Very nice. Now let's put the lead back into that pencil." She seemed capable of doing two things at once. She kept on fucking Tony and sucking me, a sex machine, working until I was hard enough to enter.
"Take me from behind," she said, her eyes feverish with lust. "I've always wanted two men to fuck me at once. Do you think you can get it in?"
"Bend over," I said. She leaned over Tony and sank her cunt right down over his dick so she wouldn't lose it. I opened her ass up and pointed my cock at the spot. She wasn't a virgin there, either. Her sphincter gave readily under pressure and beyond that point it was as though she was sucking me into her ass! We were both up her and, although she squirmed a bit to pretend it was hurting her, she was soon fucking us both. Her ass moved up for anal penetration, down for vaginal probes, so no matter which way she moved a cock filled her up.
"She's a slut, isn't she?" said Tony.
"A real tramp," I said, driving my dick up her ass as far as it would go. Lara cried that we shouldn't talk to her that way.
"I'd never bring her home to meet my mother," Tony went on, holding her hips and forcing her down over his stiff cock. "No loose women for me, thank you."
"How right. Lara is the kind of woman you just fuck," I said, driving it in and out with redoubled force. "You just fuck her and fuck her and fuck her till she's cross-eyed and then you roll her over and fuck her some more."
"Oh stop it!" she cried, shaking all over. "Don't be rude to me, please don't, oooohhh, you're both so big, so big, ifs like two boa constrictors crawling up me, fuck me now, treat me badly, be bad, BE BAD! DO IT TO ME, DO IT, DO IT OH MY GOD, AAAAAAHHHHH-UH-UH-OOOHHHIM!'" A rabid finish for Lara. We kept calling her names, telling her what a slut she was, how she wasn't worth a pinch of shit, and the more we insulted her the more she lost control. The sex machine had soul. But even when she had climaxed terminally Tony and I were still going strong. She was flush on top of him and I sandwiched her, driving my cock up her spasmic ass with all my might. Tony had to be content to keep it up her and let the pressure of my careening cock get him off because there was no budging Lara. She kept on muttering incoherently while we galloped toward our own orgasms. I thought we had really done her in this time. Tony came, then I added my load, and we pulled out to leave her lolling on the floor with cream dripping from both orifices. But there was still a spark of life left in her, and where there was life there was a finger. She started to rub her clitoris right away, weakly at first, getting stronger as her passions gave her strength. Tony and I sat by and watched her in amazement. How could she want more after all she'd had?
Lara masturbated with increasing violence, just as she had done the first time. Bunched fingers dug into her cunt hole and her knuckles rubbed up her clitoris, a finger or two disappeared up her ass, the other hand was at her tits, and her whole body undulated fiercely, laboring toward true satisfaction. It kind of made us feel limp to have to sit by. What could we do that she couldn't do?
"Yesss!" she hissed, both her hands on her crotch now and squeezing her cunt with inhuman strength. "Yes, yes, yesssss! That's good, oh, a little more... hunh, hunh, WHEEEEEEEE!" She aborted the climax and then waxed triumphant over it. Strange woman. She crawled over to a couch and lay down. Without looking at us she began to speak: "I suppose you think I'm a little weird, don't you? Well, maybe I am, but I'm fifty now and I do what I like. If you don't approve, get out. If you understand me, then stay and I'll make your life beautiful for you. I can afford you two. All I want from you is sex. You only live once, you see."
"That makes sense," said Tony.
"Thank you. Also, this cottage isn't mine. I live in the big house which you can't see because it's dark and the house is being renovated and redecorated. It's mine, of course. So don't think you'll have to live in this hovel for too long. It'll be much nicer up there."
"Oh, well, that's a relief," said Tony with a wink. "We do like a little class."
"You came at a good time," said Lara. "I've been assured that the house will be ready for me by tomorrow and then, in a day or so, I intend to throw a big party to celebrate its revival. Won't that be nice?"
I didn't know whether to believe her or not. Her story sounded like a maid's fantasy to me, an old maid desperate to keep her young lovers. Not that I cared much either way. It had been a long day, I wanted to get some sleep and overcome this sense of fatigue and sexual gluttony. Lara broke out the wine in what I suspected was a last bid to get us horny, but it only made us more tired. At last she gave in and showed us her bed, a king-size affair that folded back into the wall. We were to sleep at either side of her.
She woke us several times during the night with her penile mauling and titanic efforts at arousing us. Each time we did our best to be patient and to explain that the best way for us to get horny was for her to leave us alone. She couldn't help herself. No sooner did we fall asleep than she was pressing her tits or her pussy into our faces or pouncing on our cocks with hands and mouth. Finally Tony's patience ran out. "If you wake me up once more," he told her, "I'm going to knock you out and tie you down and I'm going to get a horse from some stable to fuck you stupid. Understand?" She became all trembly again but she took the hint.
There was no doubt about it: Lara much preferred Tony over me. She couldn't do enough for him the next morning and whenever he insulted her her pussy ran over and she shook from head to toe. I was glad she had chosen him as her bad boy because that gave me time to check out the estate more closely. Dressed in my shamefully stained pants I wandered out of the cottage after breakfast and headed for the big white house on the hill. It was indeed in the process of being renovated and it did seem as though the workmen were engaged in a mopping-up operation. If Lara had been telling the truth our ship had come in. Tony's plan had worked out once again. It was a strange feeling to look at that splendid mansion and to think that it could be your home for months to come. I wasn't at all sure if I liked the idea.
When I got back to the cottage Tony was fucking Lara as best he could, with her draped over the breakfast table She had knocked down the jam and butter containers and there was stuff all over her face, in her hair and on her hands, and she loved it. Tony had his cock up her ass, debasing her with all his might, and she screamed and laughed and carried on as if it was her birthday. A maid came into the cottage and found them still at it. She didn't flinch. Her mistress had her habits. When Tony and Lara were done the maid cleaned up the table and started her work, packing up Lara's clothes and other items, readying her for the move back to the mansion.
Tony and I went along with the move in a slight daze. Lara had more money than either of us had dared to imagine. The house was more like a palace, all marble and art objects, long staircases with winding banisters, huge windows and beautifully furnished rooms. Tony couldn't hide his excitement. "What did I tell you! We've got it made, buddy, from now on we'll be treated like royalty!"
"More like poodles, I think. That woman is a nut, Tony."
"Nonsense, we can handle her." A staff of maids and valets was busy cleaning up after the workmen and Lara supervised the proceedings with an imperial air. She had someone take our clothes to clean them and we had to stand around naked while she attended to more details. No one paid much attention to us but we felt like fools. Lara walked from room to room, her voice loud and authoritative as she whipped her staff about. Then she came back to us and fondled our limp dicks while surveying the results.
"Mmmmm, you two make me so horny!" she said, rubbing herself up against Tony and caressing my cock. "How about it boys, have you ever fucked on a Louis Quatorze table?" She sat back on the antique and hitched up her skirts to expose her worn pussy. "Come on, can't you get it hard? What weaklings! Look in that drawer over there, you'll find a hollow dildo in it, that ought to help you out." Tony fetched it and strapped it on. I could tell he felt uneasy about that, but the palace made it easy to compromise.
His cock and balls fitted neatly into the contraption and a belt held it about his hips. The thing was several inches longer than his real-life cock and Lara stared greedily at the monster advancing toward her pussy. The plastic knob pushed at her pink, ragged flesh and it parted at once to swallow it whole. For once Tony didn't have to worry about his cock going down before time; but he couldn't feel a thing either.
"Oh Jesus, that feels wonderful!" Lara exclaimed, spread-eagling over the table and bucking her hips obscenely. "Harder, harder, I love it, yes, shove it up me, oh you're so big!" Tony gave me a sidelong glance and continued to bang the artificial cock into her squelching cunt. He wasn't happy about it and he got less happy by the minute. Lara was out of her mind with pleasure and all he did was operate the tool that stirred her up. "Come on, put your back into it! Fling it into me, big boy! Here, Eric, you take over for a while."
"If you insist." I strapped the thing around my ass and fixed my cock and balls so they'd be comfortable inside the dildo. Then, jamming all of it up her in one quick movement, I started to fuck her with fast, regular strokes. I was pushy about it, trying to get in deeper with every down stroke, and Lara appreciated that. She had to hang on to the edges of the table to stop from behind shoved over the side, and the more I forced her to resist the more excited she became.
All over the house people were hard at work to make Lara's life more comfortable and she was behaving like a sexual desperado right in front of them. Tony sat down for a while and watched me ply the dildo. It was good exercise if nothing else. Her cunt strained to contain all that plastic and when I pulled back sharply her pink inner flesh bulged out only to disappear again along with the dildo. "Come over here, honey, you look all lonesome over there," she called out to Tony. Tony came over and she grabbed his cock to pull him closer. "Let me eat you a while, that'll cheer you up, won't it? And you keep fucking me now, Eric, don't get lazy!"
I had never run into a woman like her. The dildo barged in and out of her like a piston and her cunt made slurping noises and juices were running all over the polished surface of the table. Tony stood beside her and let her chew his dick. And with all that going for her, Lara needed more.
"Put it up my ass for a while, but be gentle when you do!"
"Jawohl," I said under my breath. The dildo slipped out, oily and long, and plunged up her asshole. It was no difference, she took it back and front with the same nonchalance. And it was less fun for me because her asshole wasn't so well lubricated, which meant I had to make more of an effort. Tony was good and hard. He never could resist a clever mouth. But I was so far from being hard that I thought my cock must have lost the talent necessary for expansion. The dildo did the job much more efficiently. No wonder Tony had grown so grim while he was making use of it. My back was getting sore. I unstrapped the belt and grabbed hold of the base of the dildo to ram it in and out of her as hard as I could. The horny old bitch loved it.
Together we managed to subdue her rip-roaring lust for a while at least. Tony fucked her face and I fucked both her holes with the dildo until she cried out for mercy. I had been too rough. There was some blood on the marital aid when it was over, and Lara cursed me roundly for making her an invalid. She walked upstairs like a cowboy after a bad fall. Tony shook me by the hand.
Now that the mistress of the house was out of sights the maids grew bolder. "Look at those naked men," I heard one of them say, "don't they have any shame? I've got small tits but at least I have the decency to keep them covered." Another maid laughed and we felt small. They were all looking at us in the course of their work, all of them feeling superior because they performed honest tasks for honest dollars.
"Ah dear," said Tony, falling back on the couch and crossing his legs, "this would be a good time for a drink. Hey, you, James or whatever your name is, get us a couple of cold drinks and some cigarettes. And hurry up about it."
The man he addressed had been one of the more superior of the crew. When Tony snapped his order at him, the man hesitated. "Jump to it, man," I said, "or your job will fall vacant!" That persuaded him. A minute later he was back with our order. The servants stopped making fun of us. We might be a pair of bloodsucking parasites but, since there was no justice in the world, we held the power of unemployment over them. Soon after, our clothes were returned, immaculately cleaned and pressed. Once we were dressed we were able to take a more positive approach toward the servants, particularly the maids.
There was one maid that both of us liked. She was a dark-eyed, red-lipped beauty, sultry, with big hips and enormous tits, long hair, thick lashes, every part of her exuding sensuality. When she walked by us her heavy perfume lay over us like a fog and half-smothered, half-aroused us, while her big hams shifting from side to side did the rest. We had nothing to do so we followed her about the house. She noticed but pretended she didn't care. However, she had a tendency to drop items and pick them up without bending her knees. Each glimpse of her ass, even if it was covered in pantyhose, pumped more blood into our cocks. We were like dogs on the trail of a bitch in heat. She played it coy, we just came sniffing after her, and eventually her trail led into a guest room at the very end of a long corridor, the perfect place in which to trap her. Or for her to trap us!
"What do you boys want?" she said when Tony kicked the door shut. "You better watch out or Miss Lara's gonna have your balls."
"What's your name?" I asked conversationally.
"Monica. Now get out of here, I have work to do." She turned her back on. us and started making the beds. It was crazy for us to pursue this course of action. Lara seemed intent on draining us and the longer we could hold out the more we stood to gain. But Monica was a must. Her dark, sultry eyes had flashed the invitation and we just had to accept. Besides, Lara would never suspect that we had taken out a piece on the side.
I came up behind Monica and ran a hand up the inside of her legs, moving it right up to the crutch of her pantyhose. She turned and smiled faintly but repeated that we should get out of here. "Miss Lara can fire me just like that," she said, snapping her fingers. "She don't care about nothing. So do me a favor."
"I'm trying to," said I, my hand pressing hard into her cunt. "Come on, Monica, my friend and I are both struck dumb by your beauty, we have to have you! Do you want to be raped or seduced?"
"Neither," she said, flattening out a sheet with a great show of efficiency.
"You've only got two choices," said Tony. He stood close beside her so he could touch her water-melon tits. "Make up your mind now, or we'll make the choice for you."
Monica shook her head and kept on making the bed. So she wanted to be raped. My hand was still at her ass and I was on my knees behind her. All I had to do was nudge her with one shoulder and she toppled onto the bed. Tony threw himself on top of her and pressed his lips to hers. She struggled mightily, much more than rd expected her to. Her feet kicked left and right and it took some quick footwork on my part to avoid getting kicked in the balls. "Let me go!" she hissed. "I don't want nothing to do with gigolos. Go on, get out of here!"
"You're tough," said Tony, undoing her buttons. "I like that in a woman, it makes it more challenging. Go on, Monica, keep on struggling. You're making me as hard as a rock." Her tits appeared, great fleshy extrusions supported by a white, lacy bra. Monica didn't know what to do. If she struggled she excited Tony, if she didn't she'd get it anyway. And while she tried to make up her mind Tony took her blouse off and undid her bra. I had her pantyhose around her knees and her shoes off. At that point she decided to go down fighting.
"Let me go, let me gooo-ooo-oooo!!" she screamed. At once Tony's hand went over her mouth, the other one tugged the bra out of the way, and there she was, struggling, her tits billowing from side to side, both nipples riding the waves of flesh like seagulls. She had panties on under the hose. I took them off next. Under the shadows of her skirt I couldn't see much, but the faint tang of cunt and sweat reached my nose and inspired me to explore further. Tony was still on top of her and keeping her quiet, which made getting her dress off a logistical problem. By cooperation we managed to do it. Now that she was naked her struggle became all the more fierce. She bit and kicked and tried to throw us off, but all to no avail. I took off my suit and shirt and then covered her to give Tony a chance to undress. He hung both suits up carefully. Lara would be looking for unnecessary creasing. Pinning Monica down was a pleasure in itself. She would struggle and make it nicer for me. Her tits sloshed against my face and her hairy pussy chafed against my cock. Her soft flesh felt good against my skin, too. The only problem was that she had her feet hooked around each other and it was impossible to prise open her thighs in that condition.
"Let me open sesame," said Tony. He stood behind me and wrenched her feet apart, then pushed so that her legs opened right up and her big, dark-haired cunt showed a little pinkness. In spite of her struggle she was very damp in there. When my hand descended to her cunt and squeezed it she tried to scream again. Holding one hand over her mouth I brought the cunt-stained hand up to her nose and told her to stop being such a hypocrite.
"Look at you, dripping wet, and still you want to make out you're a virgin. Come on, now. Lie back and enjoy it." She glowered at me but when I tried to get my cock into her cunt she reached down and helped me in. That was better. Her cunt was big in proportion but it was tight, especially in comparison with Lara's. And she was such a sexy pudding that I couldn't help but get carried away with her. I fucked her very slowly and concentrated on her tits. My face lay between them and experienced the deep tremors causing the flesh to ripple so sensually. Then, when her nipples were good and hard, I started to suck on them, and that's when the last of her resistance caved in.
My cock lay still inside her pulsating pussy. Her body twitched and writhed so much that she was beating me off vaginally. I gathered both her enormous tits in my hands and pressed my face into them, relishing the soft resilience of her flesh, the bullet hardness of her nipples, and the grateful cries she uttered. Her tits were easily the most sensitive part of her but there was obviously a hotline between her nipples and her cunt. She hugged me to her chest and fucked me with her loins, working her cunt around and up and down my cock until I was on the point of blowing. Quickly I reached down and held her hips still to give myself a breather. Monica kept trying to move, panting and laboring, and it wasn't till my hands moved inward to her pussy that she relaxed a little. My fingers groped about in the damp valley of flesh and hair and located her clitoris. It was big, about half an inch of hard flesh that pushed out from the moist tenderness assertively, demanding special treatment.
With my face in her tits and both hands titillating that large clit I drove her into a whole storm of climaxes without moving my cock an inch. How good she sounded. Her cries were full-bodied and from the heart, long and plaintive wails of passion that built up to complete ecstasy as I stepped up my sucking and fingering. Then, when she grew tremulous and her voice became high-pitched and quavering, I began to fuck. My hands left her cunt, my face came to rest in the hollow of her neck, and my cock pushed in, pulled out, moving with force and vigor. Monica focused herself on my cock. Her cunt grew very wet very quickly and both her hands came down on my ass to press down each time my cock snaked deep into her pussy channel. Her tongue wiggled about in my ear and she breathed words of passion that I could only understand emotionally. Harder, harder, thumping strokes, bumping into her clitoris. I picked her legs up by the backs of her thighs and dug my toes into the bed for better traction. Her cunt was so wide open by now that I hardly felt her flesh, and that was all for the best. My cock was at its peak, sensitive even to the air that escaped from her cunt when I filled it with meat. I was holding back until her voice reached that inaudible pitch; there wasn't long to go. Her melody of ecstasy climbed higher and higher, a few more resounding deliveries and it would be all over for her. There it was, the right note. I bent over her and drove my wad home.
I rolled off as soon as I was through and Tony took my place. Monica was somewhere else, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack, and when Tony mounted her she simply wrapped herself about him and went along with his powerhouse fucking. I sat on the pillows and watched absently. How different it was to fuck Monica. She did it for the love of sex. Women like Lara did it because there was nothing else to live for. Lara would never be satisfied unless someone actually flicked her to death. Monica regarded orgasms as the purpose of life. There she went, blowing off another one, shrilling, shivering, hugging Tony with passion and gratitude, her body working toward the next one. Her body was a lot better than Lara's, too, so voluptuous and firm, pale skin unflawed by freckles, a regular earth mother. Lara wanted to be forever young, so she kept herself tanned and bleached in the hope someone would mistake her for a teenage surfer. What a pity that Monica worked for Lara and not the other way around.
Tony was on the final straight, galloping home with his usual elan. Monica was neck to neck with him, holding on for the big finale. He came, she came, both of them going hell for leather during that final minute, and then collapsing into each other. "Bravo!" I said. Tony grinned and weakly asked for a cigarette. I lit one for them both.
"That was the nicest rape I've ever had," said Monica, joining us unblushingly. She didn't bother with her clothes; in fact, she seemed proud of her big, motherly body. "But I was telling the truth before. If Lara had found you with me -- or if she does -- it'd be my job, maybe yours, too."
"Why, has it happened before?" I asked.
"Oh sure, nobody likes her, so her men friends always get interested in the girls that work here. That's why Lara picks ugly women, you know, women that don't look like her. But her men friends like women with some hips, right?" She jumped on the floor and turned around to shake her big cheeks at us.
"Right!" we yelled. She grinned, stubbed out her cigarette, and put her clothes back on. We had to get off the bed so she could make it, so we got dressed too.
"Before you go," she said when we were all ready to leave. "I'll give you a bit of inside information about Lara. You can't trust her. She's mean as hell. A lot of her men have to borrow money from the servants just to get cigarettes and newspapers. And she's fickle. If she sees another guy that she likes better and that she can wrap around her finger better, out you go."
"That's good to know," said Tony. "But is there anything she likes in particular, just so we can keep her in a good mood?"
Monica shook her head pityingly. "She only likes to get flicked. That woman don't care about nothing else. As long as she got something up her ass or her twat or in her mouth, then she's happy. Take it out and she's looking for a new toy. I've been here three years now and she's had hundreds of men staying over. They all start out like you, confident and looking for an easy buck. But she breaks balls for sport."
She walked out of the room and left us to think things over. "What should we do now?" I asked Tony.
"We'll just have to make the best of it," he said decisively. "I know she's a bitch but we're no angels either. Either we con her or we rip her off, we're not leaving here empty handed."