Chapter 10
I lay for a long time without moving. I wasn't asleep and my brain was in high gear, but that was about the only part of me that was functioning. Down in my groin there was only an empty washed-out feeling, and I don't think I could have gotten another hardon right then if a dozen girls had licked and sucked my prick.
Babette was the first to get up. She stroked a fingertip lightly along my cock, then climbed off the bed.
"It's been fun, sport," she said. "Bring that big tool back to see us sometime."
"Yes, indeed!" breathed Kitty as she struggled up.
"Wait," I said, "I want to ask you something before you go. Shirley says you're the only girls here at the house that Russ Crawford ever had. You three and Cora."
They nodded.
"Okay, then tell me this. Weren't there times when Russ came here and had another girl-some girl who doesn't work here any more?"
"Sure," said Babette. "There was Rita."
It was that simple, only it had taken me a long time to realize it. If I had come to the right place but none of the girls here had the tattoo, then it could only be on some girl who had previously worked here when Russ had visited the whorehouse-some girl who had left since then.
"I could have told you about Rita," said Shirley, "but you didn't ask about girls who had left."
"Yeah, that's true. Are there any other girls who used to work here and have left-girls that Russ had?"
They discussed it among themselves and came up with two possibilities, but finally decided that both of those girls had left before Russ started visiting the whorehouse. So I had it narrowed down to Rita.
"Did Russ ask for her all the time?" I said.
Shirley shrugged. "For a while. That was before I became his favorite lay."
"Where's Rita now?"
Nobody knew. She hadn't left very long ago, but she had quit quite suddenly without discussing her plans with anyone. The girls didn't even know whether she was still in the city. There had been speculation that she was going into business for herself or that she was getting married, but it had all been mere guess work and they didn't really know a thing.
"What's her last name?" I asked.
That much at least they knew. Her name was Rita Young. And she was a beautiful redhead and fucked like a rabbit, but they couldn't tell me anything more than that.
I turned it over in my mind as I got dressed and left, and I continued to mull it over when I got back to my hotel room. I wasn't a hell of a lot better off than I'd been before*All I had was a girl's name, and she could be anywhere in the country by now. How do you find someone under those conditions? Hire a private detective? Advertise in all the newspapers for a redheaded girl with a tattoo next to her cunt?
I couldn't come up with anything practical so I finally said the hell with it and went to bed. I was in great need of more recuperation.
It was late in the morning before I woke up. But I still didn't make any progress. By afternoon I'd only had one idea that I should have thought of at the start and I checked the telephone book. No Rita Young was listed. So much for that idea.
I finally decided to take a walk. Maybe the air would clear the cobwebs out of my head and let some fresh ideas in.
As I strolled out the door of the hotel, there was the toot of a horn and a voice.
"Hi, Mac."
It was my friendly cab driver from the night before. I waved at him, then on a sudden impulse I turned and climbed into the back of his cab.
"Where to?" he wanted to know.
"Just drive anywhere. I'm really after some conversation at the moment."
He roared away from the curb. "How'd you make out last night?"
"Fine."
"Did you take my tip and get Babette?"
"Yeah."
"Some cocksucker, huh?"
"Jesus, yes!"
"I wouldn't get a blowjob from anybody in town except her. The way she uses that tongue of hers-Christ! Now if you want to go back sometime for a fuck instead of a blowjob, I'd recommend Kitty. That chick really has a talented pussy."
"I know."
He turned to stare at me. "You had Kitty too?"
"And Shirley."
His jaw dropped and he continued staring at me. The blaring of a horn made him swing back just in time to avoid a collision.
He shook his head and sighed. "Mac, I got to take my hat off to you. If I tried to take on those three girls in one night, it'd kill me."
I laughed. "Don't kid yourself. It damn near killed me too. But now there's one particular girl I'm looking for and maybe you can help me find her"
"My God!" He moaned faintly. "Don't you ever get enough? Those three last night-and now you want another one already?"
"Well, I don't exactly want to screw her. It's too complicated to explain but I have to find her."
"And what makes you think I can help you?"
"You seem to know your way around pretty well. This girl is a beautiful redhead who used to work at Betsy's place. Her name is Rita Young."
He didn't give any answer and he drove several blocks in silence. Finally I prodded him a little.
"Well, do you know her?"
He sighed. "Yeah, I know her. How a beautiful girl like that ever became a hooker, I don't know. She used to free-lance before she went to work at Betsy's place. Claimed she just loved cock, and she was always willing to drop her panties for a good-looking guy. She's a hell of a good lay, too."
"She's left Betsy's."
"Yeah, I heard."
Again he drove in silence, almost as if he was reluctant to talk about Rita. But I had to find that girl.
"Is she still in the city?" I asked.
His answer was a long time in coming. "Yeah."
That was a lucky break, at least. But it still left a lot of ground to cover.
I put the big question to him. "Do you know where I can find her?"
He finally swung around to face me. "Mac, forget it. You don't want that girl, believe me. She's bad news."
"But-"
"Look, if those three girls last night didn't satisfy you, I can steer you to something else. You dig beautiful redheads, huh? Then I know just the girl for you. So help me, Mac, she's gorgeous-a body that's out of this world. And you wouldn't believe the tits on her. Want me to take you to her place right now?"
"No, I want you take me to wherever Rita Young is."
"Jesus Christ, Mac-you want to get your balls cut off or something? She's Tony Sowalski's girl!"
"Yeah? So who's Tony Sowalski?"
He spat out the window. "A punk-a cheap hoodlum. But he thinks he's a real big shot. He's as deadly as a rattlesnake and as ornery as my mother-in-law. Believe me, Mac, if he catches you screwing that redheaded cunt of his, he'd think nothing of slicing off your prick and shoving it down your throat."
"I don't want to screw the girl. I only want to-"
Hell, there was no way I could explain it. I only wanted to get the girl's panties off and look at her pussy. Presumably, even that would be enough to make Tony Sowalski want to hack at least a couple of inches off my cock.
But I didn't have much choice. I had to find the redhead and the tattoo I was sure she had. The cab driver shook his head glumly and predicted all kinds of dire things that were going to happen to me. It seemed that in addition to getting my prick and my balls cut off, I could also expect Tony Sowalski to shove a red hot poker up my ass and perform similar atrocities on various portions of my anatomy.
But at last we pulled in to the curb driver pointed across the street at a tall building.
"Over there," he said. "It's your funeral."
I peered at the building. "That's where she lives?"
"In the penthouse. That cunt lives in style."
I was in perfect control of my nerves until I actually stood at her door. Then as I rang her bell I noticed my hand was shaking. That wasn't really surprising because I seemed to be a little shaky all over. And I tensed as the door started to open, ready to dive for cover if I was greeted by the muzzle of a gun. Or a knife that could do a job on my cock and balls.
But there was no gun and no knife.
Only a beautiful redhead.
She just opened the door a short distance to get a look at me, but that also gave me a look at her. The red hair was natural-I was willing to bet on that. Her dress hugged her body just as tightly as I wished I could hug it, emphasizing the bold thrust of her breasts and the sensuous curve of her hips. And it was short enough that it showed a lot of her fine legs.
She also had a husky voice. "Yes?"
My voice was shaky like the rest of me. "Are you Rita Young?"
"Yes."
"Uh-is Tony Sowalski in?"
"No."
If she'd said yes I was going to run like hell for the elevator. But since she no I stopped shaking.
"My name is Nolan-Marty Nolan. I have to talk to you."
That seemed more diplomatic than telling her I wanted to look at her pussy.
"Are you a. friend of Tony's?" she wanted to know.
"Well-no-not really."
"I'm sorry-I can't talk to you. Tony doesn't like me to talk to strange men."
The way she said it reminded me of the cab driver's dire predictions. For the first time I noticed a faint bruise on her cheek that wasn't quite hidden by her makeup. I wondered whether she'd gotten it talking to a strange man and whether the guy had had his balls cut off. She saw me looking at the bruise.
"That's what happened the last time. Tony has a pretty violent temper." And she started to close the door.
I blurted it out quickly. "I'm a friend of Russ Crawford's."
The door stopped closing like I'd said some magic words. Then it swung wide open and she smiled.
"In that case, come on in. The hell with Tony."
My sentiments exactly. The hell with Tony. He was only a punk and he couldn't do a thing to me.
Except cut off my balls if he found me here with Rita.
She made me a drink and we talked about Russ and drank a toast to his memory. Except that I added a mental P.S. to the toast and damned Russ again. Because of him I was in this apartment with a beautiful girl, and my balls were in danger from a jealous hoodlum. And the longer we talked the more uneasy I became. I was spending entirely too much time here. I should find what I came for and get the hell out.
Finally I was nervous enough that I just couldn't delay it any longer. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.
"Uh-Rita-I wonder-would you do me a favor?"
"Sure. If you'll do one for me."
"Fair enough. What's yours?"
She shook her head. "No. Yours first."
"Well, okay." I took another deep breath. "Would you-uh-take off your dress?"
It seemed better to start that way than to come right out and ask her to take her panties off. I don't know whether I expected her to throw something at me or start screaming or just quietly toss me out. But instead she smiled.
"Sure," she said. "For a friend of Russ's anything."
Anything? Well, that sounded encouraging. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get her panties off after all.
She stood up, reached behind her back and opened the zipper on her dress. Then she slowly drew it over her head and draped it on a chair.
In just her bra and panties she faced me.
I swallowed hard and stared at her. Half naked like that, she was more beautiful than ever. She had big breasts and was wearing one of those uplift things that was really little more than half a bra that snuggled under her tits and shoved them up so a lot of soft creamy flesh poured out at the top. And through her sheer panties I could see the dark patch of her cunthair.
Without saying anything she reached for the catch on her bra, and her breasts seemed to surge forward with their sudden freedom. She shrugged the bra off her shoulders and tossed it on top of her dress, her tits quivering with her movements.
With her eyes locked on mine, she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and slowly pushed them down. There was a heavy silence in the room, broken only by my harsh breathing and the sibilant whisper of the panties sliding over her hips. A few wisps of her pubic hair came into view. Then more. Now her whole crotch was exposed. And at last the panties were gone.
She was naked.
I swept my eyes over her magnificent body. Her ripe thrusting breasts. The sweeping curve of her hips. Her flaming patch of cunthair, suggestive of fire and heat. Yeah, heat. She was generating a lot of heat in my own crotch and my prick was tingling. In fact, I wasn't even nervous any more. When a beautiful girl undresses for .me, I sort of forget about other things.
"I took the dress off like you wanted," she said. "I thought you'd want the rest off too."
"Yeah."
So the only thing I had to do now was get a look at the tattoo on her crotch.
She swayed toward me. "Now you're going to do me a favor-remember?"
"Sure. What is it?"
She pulled me on my feet and molded her body to mine. "Fuck me."
I was suddenly nervous all over again. Her lush tits were crushed on my chest, her nipples stabbing at me through my shirt. I was stroking her smooth back, and down lower too on her ass. And her hand wiggled between our bodies to fondle my cock. Jesus, what a time this would be for Tony to come busting in!
"Fuck you?" I quavered.
"Please!"
"Why me?"
"Because you're here."
"Yeah, but-"
"And because you're a man-a real man with a big prick and you know how to use it to make a girl happy. Russ said so."
"Russ said that?"
"He told me about that night at your house with that other redhead."
Jesus, had Russ told everybody about that night with the redhead? But that wasn't my main problem at the moment. I was here with this steamed-up redhead and she was cooking up a storm the way she was rubbing my cock.
I was still very nervous though. "Yeah, but what about Tony?"
"Tony!" Her tone was scornful. "Do you know what it's like to practically be a prisoner of a man who cant give you what you want?"
"Tony can't get it up?"
She shrugged. "I don't know what it is with him. He used to be a terrific stud. But now all of a sudden-maybe he drinks too much or he's got too many problems on his mind. All I know is he gets hot to trot but he's like a wet noodle, and about all he can do is stick it in my mouth and have me suck him off."
"Yeah, well-there's something to be said for that too."
She'd been working at my belt and zipper as we talked and now my pants suddenly fell around my ankles.
"Sure," she said, "I don't mind a blowjob once in a while. I even enjoy it. But all the time? What the hell do I get out of it?"
"Yeah, I guess-"
"I'll bet you've had a lot of girls, haven't you?"
"Well, you might say that."
"So how would you like it if there was a bare pussy around all the time and you could never get into it?"
I shuddered at the thought. "Jesus, that'd be hell!"
She nodded. "Now you know how I feel. I see Tony's bare prick all the time but I never get it in me."
Her hands had been busy again and now my undershorts slid down and joined my pants. Instantly her fingers curled around my cock. And she was so anxious she came at me with both hands, one hand stroking my prick and the other one kneading my balls.
"Please?" she breathed in my ear. "I need you so badly-I need a big cock like yours deep in my cunt."
Christ, you can't say no to a thing like that. I mean, with a beautiful girl naked and begging to get laid and fondling your prick, you can't just turn and walk away. I can't, anyway. For the briefest instant I thought of Tony and told myself there was only a very remote chance that he'd show up here at this particular time. The odds were all against it and I believe in playing the odds.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes.
She scampered into the bedroom and I followed, watching the lovely way her ass jiggled. I wasn't that far behind, but by the time I got to the bed she was already lying on her back and had her arms stretched out toward me.
I lay beside her and let my hand glide over the smoothness of her naked body. Her full thrusting breasts. Her flat stomach. Her ripe curving hips. Her silken thighs. She moaned and trembled beneath my touch.
My hand reversed direction and came back upward again, my fingers trailing briefly through her flaming cunthair. Now I stroked and fondled her lush tits, squeezing the spongy flesh and bunching it up beneath my fingers. I dropped my head and kissed her nipple, then planted kisses all up and down the steep slopes of her white breasts. My tongue crawled out and licked her velvet skin until it glistened wetly.
Then I came back to her nipples which were stiffening. First one, then the other I bathed with my tongue, licking, scraping, teasing. And she moaned louder and arched her back and tried to drive her tits up harder against my face, Then at last I pulled her nipple between my lips and sucked it, still swirling my tongue on it all the time.
She reached out, groping, and her hand found my cock. Her fingers were warm and soft and her touch was experienced as she seized my prick and stroked it firmly. She knew just how and where to touch to arouse a man and her fingertips played excitingly around the head of my cock and up and down on the sensitive underside.
I let my own hand slip down across her belly again, down to the thatch of fiery hair that framed her pussy. Her legs fell open for me and I slid in between her thighs, stroking the palm of my hand back and forth on her crotch, Her cunthair had a silky texture and I could almost feel the heat being generated in her pussy.
Then I slipped a finger into her cunt. She groaned.
I caressed the moist folds of her tender flesh, working my finger up and down and all around in her slit. After while I poked it into her hole and shoved it as far up into her as I could go, then drilled it slowly in and out of her. And finally, with my finger still buried inside of her, I rubbed my thumb across her clit.
She groaned again and squirmed.
Her clit was hard and swollen, like a little pebble beneath my thumb. For a long time I kept my hand busy in her crotch, my finger poking deep in her pussy and my thumb massaging her clit.
Finally she gasped loudly. "That feels good-but your hard prick would feel better. Can't you put it in me yet?"
"Any time you're ready."
"Oh God! I'm ready-I'm ready!"
She had worked me up to a first-class harden and my cock waved stiffly in front of me as I maneuvered into place between her legs. I tugged her cuntlips open and jabbed the head of my prick into her pussy.
"It's going to be heavenly!" she murmured. "I can tell already. It's so big. Poke it into me slowly so I can enjoy every bit of it."
Her cunt was real wet and I could have buried my cock to the hilt with one easy push but she wanted it slowly, so slowly was the way she got it. I eased my hips forward, slipping my prick into her just a bit at a time. The further I got into her, the more rapturous became the look on her face. Now I was half way in and her hands came up to seize my shoulders, her nails clawing at me. I slid in further. Still further. And at last I was in all the way, my thick cock completely buried in her pussy.
"I knew it!" she babbled, "I knew it-it's heavenly! So big-my cunt is so full! God, don't take it out!"
Taking it out wasn't exactly what I had in mind, at least not for a while yet. For a long minute I held it motionless, deep inside of her, and then I began to fuck. She'd wanted me to put it in her slowly and I gathered she wanted to make it last a long time, so I started my motion with an easy rhythm. Using long deep strokes, I slid my prick slowly in and out of her pussy, while her wet flesh clung excitingly to my swollen cock.
After a time, as she became more aroused, I picked up the tempo and fucked a little faster. Now her breasts began to dance on her chest as I jiggled her body and I reached up and closed my hand on her ripe tit, massaging it and tugging on her hard nipple. And I found myself admiring the beauty of her nakedness all over again. She had a lovely body and really knew how to excite a man, and it was no wonder Russ had been anxious to screw her.
Russ! Jesus Christ, I'd been so anxious to get into her cunt I'd forgotten about the goddamn tattoo. All the time I'd spent looking for it, and now when I found the girl who had it I didn't do anything except fuck her. What a shithead!
I straightened up a little and peered down between our bodies. I couldn't quite see. I leaned just a bit sideways and lifted her legs and-God, there it was!
But I couldn't read it. It was too small for me to make it out from this distance. I tried hunching lower but there was just no way to get my face close enough to read it while I was driving my prick in and out of her cunt.
The hell with it. I'd have to wait until I was through fucking her. But on second thought, that wasn't very smart. If I forgot it now I might forget it then. Or Tony might arrive and-Christ, I didn't even want to think about that.
So okay, I had to read the damn tattoo right now and there was only one way to do it.
I yanked my cock out of her pussy.
She let out an instant wail. "God-don't stop!"
But I already had my head down between her thighs and was staring at the tattoo. R28.
She was pounding her fists on my shoulders. "Get it back in me! Don't torture me, you bastard!"
I dropped my head to her cunt and licked her clit. But that wasn't what she wanted.
"Please!" she cried. "I can get a cuntlapping whenever I want it. I need your prick-your lovely big prick in my pussy!"
I scrambled back into place and poked my cock into her again. And this time she didn't want it slow or easy. "Ram it in!" she panted. "Give it to me-hard and deep!"
I plunged my prick to the hilt in her cunt.
Her eyes rolled upward and she groaned in delight, while she wrapped her legs around my hips and tried to force me even deeper inside of herself. Now she was so aroused she was half wild with desire and I wasn't fucking her slowly or easily any more. I was driving my cock into her with hard thrusting strokes and her body quivered under the could hear my balls slapping against her ass.
She babbled hoarsely in time with my strokes. "Fuck-fuck-fuck! Sink-your prick-in my cunt! Screw me-fuck me-fuck me!"
On and on it went. My cock throbbed and my balls ached and I knew the end was near.
"More!" she moaned. "Just a-little more!"
I slammed my prick into her pussy. Again. And again.
Suddenly she sucked in her breath in a ragged gasp that caught in her throat and her back arched high off the bed. For an instant she hung there suspended, and then a thin screech burst from her lips as she crashed back down on the bed and her body heaved in frantic convulsions. Her warm juices bathed my cock and then it was my turn.
The come burst loose from my balls and shot from my prick. She leaped as she felt the first jet blast deep in her cunt. But there were more to follow. Many more. Spurt after spurt I poured into her while she writhed and bucked beneath me. Then gradually the flood diminished. Her body heaved less wildly. My cock jerked one final time and we collapsed with our bodies tangled together on the bed.
How much time went by before I revived, I don't know. But my eyes managed to struggle open as she lightly ran a fingertip up and down on my wilted prick.
"I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever had," she murmured. "It was so big-and so wonderful! Will you come back and fuck me again sometime?"
It seemed like a great idea as I eyed her naked "I'll have to see what I can arrange, baby,"
"I can let you know when Tony isn't around and-"
Tony! Jesus Christ, I'd forgotten all about him! Here I was lolling around on the bed when he could walk in any minute!
My feet were moving as I hit the floor and I dashed into the other room to my clothes and hastily dressed, swearing under my breath the whole time. I'd found the tattoo and gotten a terrific piece of ass, and I should have gotten the hell out of here a long time ago. I finished dressing, squeezed Rita's tit in farewell and turned to leave.
And then my luck ran out.
We both heard the key in the lock.
"Oh, God!" she groaned.
I don't know what she was so worried about. The worst she could expect was a few bruises, but I had a horrible vision of my balls being amputated, I considered diving under the bed and trying to hide there, but then I wondered whether that wasn't the first place a guy was supposed to look if he was suspicious.
"In there!" hissed Rita.
Before I could stop her, she had shoved me into the closet in the bedroom. She gave the door a quick push before she leaped on the bed but it didn't quite close, and I didn't dare touch it because Tony was striding into the bedroom.
He probably wasn't any taller than I was, but his shoulders were about twice as wide. And he looked meaner than hell. Still, I told myself I didn't really have that much to worry about because he couldn't possibly suspect I was here.
"Who's here?" he growled at Rita.
No, he couldn't possibly suspect. Not much. Did the bastard have built-in radar or something?
Lying naked on the bed, Rita smiled up at him. "I'm here, lover."
"How come you're bareass naked? Your clothes are lying all around the living room."
"I heard you coming, sweet, and couldn't wait to get my clothes off and get into bed for you."
He grunted. "Maybe. And maybe some son of a bitch has been into your cunt."
He peered under the bed, then straightened and headed for the closet. I took a deep breath and cradled my balls protectively in my hands.
"Lover?" purred Rita.
His hand was on the door. "Yeah?"
"I have something for you."
He hesitated and turned to look at her. "What?"
"My mouth. My warm wet mouth, and you can shove your prick in it. And my tongue is going to suck it-like this." She let her tongue crawl over her lips.
"Jesus!" breathed Tony.
He turned away from the closet, tearing at his clothes, and he was naked by the time he reached the bed. Rita hitched herself around, lying on her back, and reached for him.
"Kneel over my head," she told him, "and poke your cock into my mouth. I'll hold my lips together so it'll feel like a pussy when you shove it in. Then I'll lick it and suck it."
She had maneuvered herself on the bed so Tony's back was toward me as he knelt above her. I couldn't see what was happening but I gathered from Tony's loud groan that now he had his prick in her mouth. And a moment later I could hear the wet slurping noises as she sucked it. I was sure a girl of her talents could suck more quietly than that, and she was obviously making a noisy job of it to cover any sounds I might make in leaving.
I took another deep breath, slipped off my shoes and eased myself out of the closet. A swift glance at Tony's broad back showed me he was still totally engrossed in the blowjob he was getting. Quickly but quietly I tiptoed out of the bedroom, across the living room and out of the apartment. Only then did I relax my protective grip on my balls.