Chapter 9
The goddam tattoo! Where in hell was it? Even while I lay sprawled beside Shirley on the bed, physically pooped, my mind was wrestling with the question. It seems like there's always somebody searching for something-all the way from four-leaf clovers to sunken treasure-but I had to be on the weirdest search in history. A tattoo next to a girl's cunt. Jesus!
Forgetting that you're supposed to have respect for the dead, I swore all over again at Russ Crawford for getting me into this crazy thing. And I mentally called him every name I could think of for having set up this treasure hunt of his the way he'd done it. Why in hell couldn't he simply have written down the combination to the safe-assuming it was a combination to a safe that I was looking for. So, okay, he was afraid his nephew would get it instead of Judy. He should have been able to come up with something-some way of making sure the right person would get it. But this business of tattooing girls-and then having me follow around on his trail and try to find out which girls had his clues-Christ, he had to be really kinky to dream up a weird one like that. Either he must have been loaded to the gills when he thought up the whole idea, or else he was about ready for the funny farm.
But either way, I was the one stuck with the problem.
I went over it again in my mind. It seemed quite obvious that Judy had correctly interpreted the third clue and that 1814 Baker Central referred to the whorehouse where I was. Russ had been here before, often enough that he was well known. Okay, so it was clear that I had the right place.
Equally clear was the fact that I had the wrong girl. Shirley may have been the one Russ usually asked for when he came here, but she wasn't the one who had the tattoo. It didn't exactly take a genius to figure out that some other girl in the whorehouse was the one I was looking for.
But which one?
I'd seen four other girls out there in the living room-five others, if you counted Betsy. There might even be a couple more who were sick or who had the day off or something. I groaned inwardly at the thought of screwing all those girls to find the right one. I love girls and I love to fuck them, but I was getting to the point where I wasn't up to taking on every girl in the whole damn whorehouse. There had to be some way I could narrow it down.
The simplest thing would be to ask Shirley if she knew whether any of the other girls had a tattoo in her crotch. That was going to make me sound as if I was kind of kinky myself, asking a question like that. But that was relatively unimportant and I seriously considered the idea. Yet the more I thought of it, the more I decided against it. That would make it all too plain what I was looking for, and a weird question like that was bound to get spread around so it wouldn't be long at all before a lot of people knew what I was searching for. The chances were that wouldn't do any harm. Anybody who heard about it would get a big laugh out of the kook who was going around looking for a tattoo by a girl's pussy. And yet, you never know. Russ had seemed to think it was important that everything be kept very quiet, and I wouldn't be keeping it very quiet if I dropped the word in a whorehouse about what I was looking for.
So I'd have to find another approach. And maybe there was still a way of cutting down the odds against me.
"Shirley?"
She stirred lazily. "What?"
"Russ Crawford came here quite a lot, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess you'd say that."
"Did he ever ask for any of the other girls?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Wasn't I good enough for you?"
I blinked at her. "What?"
"Well, you came in here and wanted the girl Russ usually had, and that's me. And now you want any other girls he ever had."
"I don't want any other-"
"So I guess I wasn't very good, huh? What's the matter, didn't I satisfy you?"
I squeezed her tit. "You were terrific. And I don't want any of the other girls. I couldn't handle them anyway-I don't think I could get it up again after the way you drained me."
She fingered my prick, then giggled. "I guess you're right. What a screwing you gave me! God, this cock of yours and the way you use it is the answer to a girl's dream!"
We spent a couple of minutes admiring each other's abilities and then I tried again.
"Look Shirley-I'm trying to find out a couple of things about Russ. And it's really important, so that's why I have to know. Did he always have you when he came here?"
"Almost always."
"But not every time?"
"Well-one time I was busy with a customer and he had Kitty. And once he asked for Babette. I remember that because he apologized to me. He said he wanted to try her once-just for variety. What the hell is it with you men and your variety-you want to try to screw all the girls in the world?"
I patted her hip. "Not all of them are as good as you, baby, so a lot of guys keep trying to find somebody who is that good."
She grinned. "Bullshit."
"Well, anyway-Russ had Kitty and Babette. Was there anybody else?"
"I don't think so. No, wait-he did have Cora once when I was busy."
I thought about it. "That's three others. But I saw four more girls out there. What about the fourth one?"
She shook her head. "She's new-just started yesterday."
"Is there anybody who has a day off today?
"Just one girl. But she's new too and wasn't working here when Russ was around."
One more possibility occurred to me. "Did he ever screw Betsy?"
"Her? No way! She doesn't take any customers."
So it seemed like I had covered it from every angle. But that still left three other choices-Kitty, Babette and Cora. Russ had taken Kitty and Cora on occasions when Shirley had another customer, whereas he had made a point of asking specifically for Babette. Did that make Babette a likelier choice for the tattoo? Perhaps. But not necessarily. The way Russ had played this whole damn thing so cute, he might have had the tattoo put on either Kitty or Cora, a girl he'd had just once, and then only by accident because Shirley was busy. Maybe in his warped mind that seemed like it would make it harder to find his clues-harder for anybody who wasn't supposed to find them.
But it was also making it harder for me.
Yet Russ thought I was "admirably suited" for the job of tracking down his goddamn clues. In other words he thought I was going to take those three girls and screw each one of them until I found out who had the tattoo. Well, the hell with him. I might find the tattoo on the first girl I tried, but the odds were against it. And the way my luck was running it would probably be on the last of the three.
No, there was only one way to do this, and that was to get all three girls together at once. Then I could find out who had the tattoo and I wouldn't have to pretend I was after sex as I fucked each one of the three to look for the tattoo. And that would save a lot of wear and tear on my prick.
But Shirley was dubious when I suggested it.
"All three of them?" she said. "In here? What the hell for?"
That was a little hard to explain and I didn't really try. Instead I talked in circles and hinted about some very mysterious people I was associated with, and in the end she left the room nodding as if she understood when she didn't really understand a thing.
And in a few minutes she was back with the three girls. Babette and Cora were the ones in the bikinis and Kitty was the one wearing the shortie nightie with bra and panties. Babette peered at me and ran her tongue over her lips.
"Umm!" she murmured. "You do have a big prick."
I glanced at Shirley accusingly and she shrugged.
"Well," she said, "I had to tell them something to get them in here."
I wished I had thought to put my pants on, it was too late now.
"Girls," I said, "this isn't what it looks like and I'm not here for what you think. I just want to-well, all I want to do is-"
Hell, how was I going to tell them I only wanted to look at their cunts? They'd think I was completely balmy. They'd probably think so anyway before this was over, but there was no use convincing them of that at the very start.
I sighed. "Babette, will you please take off your bikini?"
She mocked me with a grin. "The whole thing?"
"Well-no-just the bottom."
That was probably a mistake. I could sec her wondering to herself what kind of a nut comes in a whorehouse and isn't interested in looking at a girl's tits. She pondered it for a long moment and then apparently decided to humor me. She hooked her thumbs in her bikini pants and wiggled them down over her hips. When they fell to the floor she kicked them aside.
I stared at her curly cunthair and there wasn't any way I could tell if she had a tattoo or not. So I led her over to the bed and stretched her on her back and she willingly spread her legs for me. And when I examined her carefully-peering at her upper thighs and up into her crotch-but didn't do anything more than just look at her like that, she stared at me as if I was the weirdest character she'd ever met.
But that was the least of my problems.
She had no tattoo.
I stood up and went back to Kitty and got the same kind of reaction from her. She smiled like she knew she had a real kook on her hands, then pulled the shortie nightie off before I even asked her to.
"You want to look at my pussy too?" she asked. "Why not? Enough other guys have seen it so why shouldn't you?"
She took her panties off, then walked over to the bed and lay down beside Babette and opened her legs. She had so much pubic hair I had to pull it aside to get a good look at her crotch and she giggled while I was doing it.
"You like to look at cunts, huh? Then I'm the girl for you, buster. Even my name tells you that. Kitty-pussy. Get it?"
Yeah, I got it, but I didn't get what I was looking for. She didn't have any tattoo.
That left only Cora.
"You want my pants off too?" she asked.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Like hell."
I stared at her. A whore who wouldn't take off her bikini pants? I didn't get it.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because I've got tits, man. Or maybe you hadn't noticed."
I'd noticed. Unless I was completely blind, I couldn't help noticing. Her breasts were huge, half spilling out of her bikini top.
"I know," I said. "You've got a real pair on you."
"Yeah. And when I get naked for a man, I don't just get half naked. I like to show him everything-especially my tits."
Well, hell, if she was that proud-of them and anxious to show them off I could afford to look.
"Okay," I said. "Let's see 'em."
She took off her bikini top and her big breasts spilled free. Round and full, they quivered for a moment at their sudden release. Then they stilled, thrusting out unbelievably from her chest, each one capped with a thick brown nipple.
"Jesus!" I breathed.
"You like them?"
"Yeah."
"I know. Most men do."
I took a deep breath. "You're only half naked."
"Even after seeing my tits, you've still got a thing about cunts, huh? Well, if it means that much to you-"
She slid her bikini pants down and bent to step out of them, her huge breasts swaying like giant pendulums. Then she marched over and sprawled on the bed beside the other girls, her legs flung wide. At last I was going to find that damn tattoo and then I could get the hell out of here.
I stepped close and gazed into Cora's crotch.
No tattoo.
I blinked and looked again. Unlike Kitty, she didn't have much hair on her pussy and if there had been a tattoo I could have seen it easily. But there just wasn't any.
Now what? There wasn't any other girl in the place that Russ had ever had, so where the hell did I look next? Was it possible that this time the tattoo was somewhere else on a girl's body and not in her crotch? I had Kitty take off her bra and told Babette to shed her bikini top. Then I had all three girls stand up and I searched their naked bodies carefully. I looked everywhere. Cora's monstrous breasts sagged a little under their great weight, and I lifted each tit in my hand and examined the skin beneath it. With each girl I even spread the cheeks of her ass and searched deep down in her crack.
But there simply was no tattoo anywhere on any of the girls.
"Are you through?" asked Babette at last.
"Yeah."
I was through, all right. And I didn't know where to turn next. I might as well go home and-But Babette had plans of her own. She seized my prick in her hand.
"Now it's our turn," she said.
It seemed that Kitty and Cora didn't want to get left out and they crowded in close, each of them trying to get a hand on my cock. And Cora rubbed her big breasts on my chest.
I groaned. "Look, girls-I don't mean to hurt your feelings. You're all very beautiful-very lovely-and some other time I'd love to-"
"Some other time-shit!" said Babette. "Right now!"
"Yeah but-"
"What's with you, anyway? You come in here and strip us naked and poke and feel all over our bodies. You think you can get your kicks that way and then just walk out?"
"Especially after dangling your big prick in front of us all that time?" added Kitty.
"I didn't dangle it."
"You dangled it," said Cora. "Like this."
She pushed me on the bed, then crouched above me. Her huge tits hung above my face like ripe melons, their thick nipples staring down at me.
She grinned. "A girl dangles her boobs in front of you like this, and it kind of excites you, doesn't it?"
I had to admit she had a point.
She shrugged and her breasts quivered. "So you've been dangling that great big cock of yours all around the place, and now we're going to do something about it."
Jesus, three of them at once! I didn't know whether I could take it.
"I'd love to accommodate you," I said, "but I can't. You see, I have a heart condition and with three of you at once-"
"It's not your heart we're after," said Kitty. "It's your prick."
"That's part of my problem. I don't think I can get it up again."
Babette chuckled. "I'll take care of that. I'm the best damn cocksucker in the city and you'll have one hell of a harden before I'm through with you."
I groaned once in weary frustration and then I groaned again as she went to work on me. Sprawling on the bed with one tit squashed on my thigh, she took my prick in her hand and Set her tongue crawl all over it. God, what a fantastic tongue she had! It slithered wetly around the sensitive head of my cock, then traveled up and down to the hairy base and back again to the tip. For a good part of the time she concentrated on the underside where she knew it was going to drive me crazy, but she managed to cover all the rest of it too. Her tongue was like a snake, flicking and darting as she licked with a light tantalizing touch, and I could feel my prick growing stiff and hard.
Then I suddenly felt something different and I lifted my head to look. Christ, two of them were working on me together, No, it was all three of them! Cora had moved in on the other side from Babette and they were both licking my cock, their tongues crawling up and down on it in unison.