Chapter 13
"How many girls were there in the whorehouse?"
Judy was naked on the bed, lying on one elbow as she watched me getting ready for bed. We were back home where I could get a good night's sleep in a decent bed instead of getting curvature of the spine in that swayback thing in the bungalow. But now Judy was starting with the questions.
"How many girls were in the whorehouse?" she repeated.
I scowled. "Goddamn Ernie for mentioning that!"
"How is he, by the way? Is he going to live?"
"They think he might make it. But if he does, he's going to jail instead of leaving the country. He won't be bothering you again."
"Good. But you're avoiding the question. How many girls were there?"
"For Christ's sake, there weren't very many. It was only a small whorehouse."
"Oh? You've been to bigger ones?"
"I didn't say that."
"How many?"
I sighed. "Jesus, I don't remember exactly."
"A dozen?"
"Hell, no. There were only about-well, I guess there were five."
"Five? And you fucked all of them?"
"Of course not."
She glanced at me silently for a couple of minutes. I tried to fondle her tit again but she pushed my hand away.
"You've been a busy man," she sniffed. "You screwed the photographer and a girl in the whorehouse. And I wonder how many more."
At least she thought it was only one girl in the whorehouse. And she didn't know about the waitress at The Pink Elephant, or Ellen's sister, or the other girls in the whorehouse, or Rita in the penthouse. I groaned as I counted them. If she found out about all of them, she was never going to forgive me.
"Aw, come on, honey," I said. "Those girls didn't mean anything to me."
"Were they good?"
"They were okay, I guess. But not half as good as you."
She grunted. "You probably didn't just fuck them. I'll bet some girl sucked you off too, didn't she?"
I thought of Babette and tried to sound casual. "Now that you mention it, I guess one girl did suck me off. But-"
"Was she a better cocksucker than I am?"
"Honey, you know I think you're the greatest cocksucker ever."
Again she grunted. "My God, the way you've been getting fucked and sucked all over the state, it's a wonder you had the strength to get it up for me."
"I can get it up for you any time, honey."
"Well, we're going to see about that."
"What?"
She stroked my prick. "We're going to see how well you can get it up for me. And then you're never going to visit a whorehouse or a naked girl photographer again."
"I won't, believe me."
She grinned wickedly. "I know. Because I'm going to fuck you and suck you and keep your cock so worn out you won't be any use to another girl at all."
And damned if she didn't set out to do exactly that. She fondled and teased my prick until she'd given me one hell of a harden. And then she lay back and spread her legs and I poked my cock into that lovely pussy of hers and fucked her until we both exploded and I flooded her cunt with come.
But she wasn't through. She hardly gave me any time to rest at all before she was back at my prick again. With her mouth, this time. And her tongue. The way she went at it she was even better than Babette, and she licked and sucked until I couldn't hold back any longer and she swallowed like mad as I pumped my come in her mouth.
We lay on the bed for a few minutes and I figured this time she was really through. I thought she was going to the bathroom when she got up, but then I heard her calling to me from downstairs.
"Marty?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you like best-raspberry, peach, apple, grape or blackberry?"