Chapter 5
"I feel horny," Mandy said, her words coming softly and a little bit slurred.
Adeline turned to her. "Me too," she said, then giggled, tossing her head.
Mandy watched her friend's long blond hair sway back and forth, catching the sunlight streaming in through the window. "Let's lie down," she said.
Adeline rose from where she sat on the floor, putting out her cigarette first. She walked over to the bed and sank down on it, feeling stoned from the liquor they'd had by the pool.
Mandy joined her. Lying side by side on the big bed, both girls naked, they turned and looked at each other. Wordlessly their mouths met in a soft, feminine kiss, their lips touching gently.
Mandy's tongue darted out from between her lips as Adeline parted hers to admit her girl friend's tongue. She sucked it deep into her mouth, rubbing her own tongue along it, bathing it in warm saliva.
Mandy's tongue grew bolder, began to swirl around inside Adeline's mouth, rubbing along the inner walls of her mouth. Her hands began to travel downward, stopping when they reached the full, meaty breasts nearly touching her own. She found Adeline's nipples stiff and crinkly as she pinched and pulled them gently, making Adeline's clitoris twitch each time she applied more pressure.
Adeline turned her entire body toward Mandy, pressing her tits against Mandy's hands, trapping them between their bodies. The vodka made her feel a little dizzy as a charge of heat spread through her body. Everything felt loose, her muscles, her limbs.
Her own tongue began to come to life, thrusting back at Mandy's, dueling with it. Her girlfriend's hands on her breasts made her cunt tingle deliciously as sex juice began to flow, wetting her inner vaginal walls and pussy lips. She crossed her thighs, squeezing them tightly together, loving the pressure it offered her clit.
Mandy's hands soon tired of breasts. They began to move further down, tickling Adeline's tummy, running lightly through her pubic hairs. Adeline parted her thighs as soon as Mandy's hand began to explore her lower belly, hoping that her friend would plunge her fingers down even farther to rub the fleshy folds of her twat.
Growing hotter and hornier with each thrust of her tongue into Adeline's mouth, Mandy threw her right leg over Adeline's thighs and began to slowly grind her cunt against the firm, muscled flesh, gyrating her hips in rhythm to her tongue thrusts, one hand placed tenderly on Adeline's neck, the other roaming about her groin.
Adeline pulled her head back, breaking their kiss. She knew that Mandy wanted to play with her, and she willingly complied, throwing both arms back over her head to rest on the pillow, exposing her naked breasts. She spread her thighs as far apart as she could, then closed her eyes and sank back in a soft, hot flow of sexuality.
Mandy stopped grinding her cunt on Adeline's thighs, removed her leg, then climbed over on top of her girlfriend. She wedged herself between Adeline's thighs and returned her mouth to Adeline's. As she sank her tongue deep into her mouth she rubbed her breasts against the other girl's, feeling their nipples stiffen even more. Mandy's cunt was sopping wet by now, and she ached for the release of orgasm, but first she wanted to bring Adeline off-wanted to give her more pleasure than she had in their previous sex.
Her hands came up to tangle in the long blond hair spread out on the pillow. It felt silky and smooth against her palms. The feel of her own full, heavy tits pressing against Adeline's made her want to take all four boobs into her hands and squeeze as hard as she could, but their bodies were pressed together so tightly that there was no way to get her hands between them.
She kissed her slowly, languidly, savoring the flavor of their mixed saliva. Adeline closed her thighs so that Mandy could rub her twat against her own.
Their clitorises touched and each let out a soft moan. It was an incredibly sexual, sensual feeling as their tiny, supersensitive buds flicked back and forth against each other's, stirring up their juices, bringing them both that much closer to orgasm.
But Mandy wanted to hold off still longer. The combination of the excitement she got from turning Adeline on, plus the excitement she felt as their cunts rubbed together, was almost too much to withstand, and she knew that if she allowed her mind to wander an orgasm would build and explode within her hot snatch in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly she felt an urge to take Adeline's cunt in her mouth, and she broke the kiss and slithered down, rubbing her breasts over Adeline's body as she lowered herself. Adeline slid up a bit, parting her legs once again, knowing what Mandy wanted to do, and wanting her to do it.
Mandy's head hovered over Adeline's hairy pussy for a moment as she looked upward at her girl friend's face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted softly, her breaths coming quickly, raspily. Then Mandy plunged her head down and engulfed in her mouth as much of Adeline's cunt as she could.
Adeline squirmed around, arching her hips and thrusting her cunt upward, grinding it into Mandy's face. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the top of her friend's head buried between her thighs. Mandy's tongue was flipping her clitoris back and forth in a hard, steady rhythm. Adeline felt the first hot tingles of orgasm, and Mandy sensed it, drawing her tongue back into her mouth, wanting to put it off even longer.
Adeline sighed softly, then reached down and placed her hands on either side of Mandy's head. "Don't stop," she murmured, applying gentle pressure, directing Mandy back to her throbbing clit.
Mandy once again took the tender nipple-like bud between her lips and drummed her tongue against it; then she released it and moved her mouth down and began to chew gently on the slick, hot lips covering her girl friend's pussy.
She chewed and nibbled on the tender folds of flesh, then used her lips to part them and thrust her tongue up into Adeline's hole.
Adeline let out a small sigh which turned into almost a gasp as Mandy's tongue began to fuck her. She rubbed her ass back and forth on the mattress, gyrating her hips, thrusting upward to get all of Mandy's tongue deep inside her. Her hands remained on either side of Mandy's head, holding it tenderly, wanting to push it down hard but not allowing herself to do so.
The heated, oily liquid in Adeline's cunt made Mandy aware of her own snatch. It tingled on the brink of climax, needing only one or two seconds of rubbing to bring her off. She began to fuck Adeline hard, ramming her tongue as far into the hole as she could, grinding her nose on the clit atop the deep pink gash, tasting the musky juices. At this moment Mandy wished more than anything that she had a huge, fat cock between her legs so that she could really fuck her friend.
She envisioned herself plunging her hard, horny prick between Adeline's cunt lips, ramming it up to the hilt, touching her deep inside where no woman had ever touched her. But she had no cock, only her hands and her mouth, and she began to use them more determinedly, more urgently, ready now to release her friend's orgasm.
She brought her hands to the cunt mashed into her face. She moved her mouth back to Adeline's clit, which was hard and ruby-red, drew it between her lips and began to suck hard upon it as her fingers thrust upward and into the hot, wet hole.
Adeline began to toss her head back and forth on the pillow, arching her hips, feeling the heated climax building and building deep within her snatch.
Mandy sucked harder, using her mouth on the clitoris as she used her mouth on Rob's cock, licking and sucking, bathing it in her saliva.
Adeline could no longer control her body. It began to quiver from head to foot as the sexual whirlpool sucked her into it, her cunt beginning to pulsate and throb around Mandy's fingers imbedded within it.
Suddenly Adeline cried out. The orgasm began to ripple through her, setting every nerve on edge, drawing her entire being into her cunt. The orgasm exploded in one huge convulsion, then quivered and trembled through her pussy and exploded again in her clitoris, making it jump in its hooded, fleshy shield.
Mandy grasped it firmly between her lips and held it there, feeling Adeline's most intimate quivers against her lips. Her own cunt, dripping wet, began to quiver too, and she realized that her orgasm was beginning to take control.
She'd never imagined she could experience an orgasm without even being touched down there, but here she was, about to have a roaring climax while eating out Adeline's pussy.
She kept her mouth planted over the hairy, trembling box between her friend's thighs as she felt her own orgasm burst, sending charges of electric-like heat soaring through her body. She wished in that moment that she had a hot, stiff cock rubbing against her womb, but her hole was empty and it throbbed around the nothingness, aching for something to fill the void.
At last the two women came to rest. Adeline sighed softly and rested back against the pillows; Mandy removed her mouth from her cunt and laid her head against the hot, come-matted pubic hair, her ear covering her friend's clitoris.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mandy jumped.
"It's me," Rob called, turning the doorknob.
Mandy rested her head back against Adeline's cunt, thinking that the sight might excite Rob....She hoped so, because although she'd just had an orgasm she wanted another ... and another ... and another.
He walked into the room. Followed by Tony.
"Oh," he said, surprised, then was suddenly embarrassed.
"I didn't realize you girls were busy." He started to turn around, trying to usher Tony back through the doorway before he got a glimpse of the two naked girls on the bed, obviously having just finished satisfying each other. But it was too late-Tony was already inside the room, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Rob, my boy," he said, "you surprise me."
Rob mumbled something in reply, shooting looks at the two girls; looks that said "Get off that bed and get dressed before I die of embarrassment."
Mandy read his look but did not move. For some reason she suddenly found pleasure in causing Rob this shame. She rubbed her cheek against Adeline's cunt.
Adeline looked totally freaked out. There was nothing she'd rather do than get off the bed and go hide in the bathroom. Her cheeks were aflame. The blush that started in her face traveled down to her breasts.
But Mandy would not move.
"Well, I see you won't be in need of any of the hotel's services," Tony commented, closing the bedroom door behind him and walking toward the bed.
He couldn't help but recognize Rob's embarrassment, and, being quite experienced in matters of this nature, he decided to play it cool, try to ease Rob's evident discomfort.
"I don't believe we've met," he said casually to the two girls on the bed, acting as though there were nothing more natural in the world than two naked women lying there, one with her legs spread far apart, the other with her cheek resting against her cunt.
"Rob?"
"Ah ... Tony, this is Adeline and Mandy," Rob said, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Which is which?"
"I'm Adeline," Adeline said.
"I'm Mandy," the other replied, lifting her head from Adeline's pussy and turning to look at Tony. She was surprised to see that he was so handsome, and so much younger than Rob.
"Well," she said, "guess I'd better put on some clothes." She rose to a sitting position.
"Don't bother on my account," Tony said. "I love to look at naked women ... especially naked women whose bodies are total perfection."
Very smooth, Mandy thought. She looked at Rob standing helplessly in the middle of the room, looking as though he wished he could disappear right through the floor. She looked back at Adeline for a moment-her expression matched Rob's.
Mandy couldn't understand why they seemed so uncomfortable. Tony obviously wasn't put off by what he'd seen; in fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. She didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed, just puzzled by Rob and Adeline's reaction.
She looked again at Tony, who shrugged his shoulders in a mock-helpless way. "Well," he said, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize his business dealings with Rob nor make him uncomfortable, "I guess I'll be going. If either of you girls would like a drink, please come down to the bar and ask for me."
He walked out of the room.
A true diplomat, Mandy thought, then looked at Rob, feeling a sudden surge of anger.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
"I-" he began, starting to cross the room toward the bed.
"You know, for a man who's so successful in business, you sure don't know much about handling people."
"I "
She cut him off again. "For Christ's sake, Rob, why did you act like that? You just stood there with this lost-little-boy expression on your face, looking like you wanted to die."
Her anger put him off for a moment, then he felt his own anger surfacing.
"I happen to be here in an official capacity. I like to keep my business dealings separated from my personal life....And I certainly didn't expect to walk in here in the middle of the afternoon to find your head buried in Adeline's cunt!"
"And why shouldn't it be buried in Adeline's cunt?" Mandy exploded back at him. "Just what the fuck is wrong with that? If Adeline and I want to have a private thing-well, that's none of your business."
Adeline watched the two, her head turning back and forth between them as if she were watching two tennis players batting a ball across a court.
"It's my business if I'm picking up the tab," Rob replied caustically. "And until you've got the resources to pick up your own tab, you remember that!"
Mandy opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again, obviously thinking better of it.
Adeline remained silent, hoping that neither would try to draw her into the argument. She really couldn't understand what all the fuss was about, and she didn't really care, either. She just wanted them to stop hassling.
"Well," Rob said, "I came up here to see if you girls felt like having a bite to eat and then going to the casino. ... I thought we could have a late supper here, in the suite. But now I'm really not in the mood." He looked angrily at Mandy.
"Okay," she replied, "so you're not in the mood. Fine. I'll just go down to the bar and have a drink with Tony, who obviously knows how to act like an adult ... which is something you don't."
With that she got off the bed, leaving Adeline sitting there against the pillows. She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Rob and Adeline heard the shower start. They looked at each other, then Rob sat down beside her on the bed, loosening his necktie.
"I'm sorry if we caused you embarrassment," Adeline said timidly, not knowing what else to say, but wanting very much to appease him and calm the troubled situation.
"It's not your fault," he said. "There was no way you could have known Yd bring him upstairs. ... I thought it would be real nice to introduce you and then for us all to have a drink and some food together."
"We still can," Adeline said softly. "Nah-I'm not into it anymore. For Christ's sake, how could she have done that?" he said, his anger beginning to return.
"Well, we weren't expecting you," Adeline replied.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean how could she have just stayed there with her face in your cunt while I stood there with him? She knew damned well that I wanted her to get off the bed and try to look like-like-oh, shit, I don't know. But she didn't have to make a point of staying there, talking to Tony with her head between your legs."
Adeline couldn't think of any reply, so she reached out and covered Rob's hand with her own. He looked at her. He wondered why he hadn't seen her in this light before; she seemed so sensitive where Mandy was so harsh, so understanding where Mandy was so rigid. He lifted his other hand and stroked her hair.
"Let's have some drinks sent up to the room," he said to her. "Let Mandy go with Tony. ... I'd rather be alone with you."
Adeline's cunt tingled at his words. She felt a moment of guilt at what she thought was a betrayal of Mandy, then realized that Mandy herself had set up the situation, saying she would go down and join Tony alone.
Rob called room service and placed his order, then unbuckled his belt and removed his jacket and trousers. In his shorts and tee shirt, he sat back down beside Adeline.
Mandy reappeared from the bathroom about a half hour later, dressed, fully made up, looking terrific, which Rob tried not to notice.
"I'll see you later," she said casually, looking at the two on the bed. Adeline started to say something but Mandy shot her a look. Rob turned his head away.
When she reached the bar she was again surprised by the number of younger men and older women. Didn't these men bring their girlfriends along? she wondered.
She perched on a bar stool and ordered a collins, then changed her mind and switched her order to a martini, deciding to get good and plastered. The argument with Rob had upset her. It brought things to her mind that she'd been avoiding for quite a while, and would rather have avoided now. But the thoughts and feelings were there, and she could not turn them off.
There had been a few times when she'd seen Rob as a weak, insipid man trying desperately to cling to his youth. At those times she felt totally turned off, and even had trouble making love with him. Sometimes he'd give her a look, or there would be a slight inflection in his voice, and she'd find herself wanting to run from him, as far and as fast as she could. Now was one of those times.
She tried to understand what it was that turned her off so strongly now. It wasn't merely his embarrassment in front of Tony-she could understand that, although she thought it was silly. It wasn't that he had yelled at her. It wasn't anything specific-just a feeling.
She sipped her drink. Then she motioned to the bartender. He came over to her. "Yes?" he said. "I'd like to see Tony, please."
"Which Tony? Lazzeri or Martinson?"
"Oh-I'm not sure." She felt foolish. "Uh-the one with the dark, curly hair and moustache."
"That's Mr. Lazzeri, miss," the bartender informed her. 'I'll have him paged for you."
He walked away from her. She watched as he lifted the telephone on the far end of he bar, spoke into the receiver, then hung up. He nodded to her. She smiled back at him, then returned to her drink and her thoughts.
When she'd left the room Adeline had started to say something-she wondered now what it was. Sighing softly to herself, she pictured the two of them up in the suite. They were probably taking a bath together or something. She knew that Rob would want Adeline to wash before having sex, and that he'd probably want to wash himself, too. She envisioned them together, naked in the bathtub, laughing and talking as they touched each other. It was exactly as it had been a few months ago between her and Rob. Now, she realized, Rob had a replacement. She realized, too, that she didn't really care. A week ago, or a few weeks ago, if she'd thought that there was a chance of losing Rob-to Adeline or to any other woman-she'd have been totally freaked out by it But now, sitting in the bar of this plush Las Vegas hotel, waiting for a very attractive man, she couldn't have cared less about Rob. She glanced around her, surveying the scene from suddenly very different eyes. Each man was a potential lover; each was a new experience. She herself felt new, in an odd sort of way. "Mandy?"
She turned around to see Tony standing beside her.
He sat on the bar stool beside her. "Where's Rob and Adeline?" he asked.
"Busy," she replied, eager to avoid talking about them. "I thought I'd come myself."
"Glad you did," he said, smiling. He motioned to the bartender, who in an instant was before them, a bloody mary in his hand.
"Mr. Lazzeri," he said, handing him the drink.
Tony nodded and thanked him, then turned back to Mandy. "So, tell me what brings you two girls to Vegas with Rob."
"Well, we were all spending the weekend together when Rob got a call....I guess it just seemed like the natural thing to bring us along. I'd been complaining for weeks about wanting to get some sun, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
She looked directly into his eyes. "And I'm very glad I came."
He smiled at her. "You surprise me," he said softly, his voice deep and sexy.
"Why?" she asked coyly.
"Well, maybe I should put it a different way-Rob surprises me."
"Why?" she asked again.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Rob never struck me as that type of guy. I mean, he always seemed happily married. In the past I used to offer him girls now and then, but he always turned down the offers. I thought he was strictly monogamous."
"What do you mean 'offer him girls'?" Mandy said. Her interest in him was growing rapidly.
"Didn't Rob tell you what I do here?" he said, obviously surprised.
"No," she commented, "all he said was that you were some sort of business associate."
"Mandy, let's move to a table," he said quietly, taking his drink and sliding off the bar stool.
He held out his hand for her, then picked up her drink, and they crossed the bar and sat in a dark secluded booth toward the back of the room. They sat side by side, leaving the bench across from them vacant.
"How old are you?" he asked. "Old enough but not too old," she answered, trying to be as evasive as possible. She knew she looked older than she was, but still, she thought, I don't want to scare him off.
"That serves me right," he laughed. "I should know better than to ask a woman how old she is. ... Anyway, Rob really didn't say anything to you?"
"No, he didn't, and now you've got me really curious."
"Well, I guess you do know that prostitution is legal here in Las Vegas."
"Yes, I've heard that"
"Well, I'm the manager of this hotel ... well, manager of uh-how shall I put it?-entertainment."
"You hire the celebrities who work in the nightclub here?"
"No, the general manager does that. ... I'm in charge of the chorus girls ... and the other girls."
"Other girls?" she echoed.
"We have a staff of women who-uh-work here."
She wondered why he was being so evasive. His meaning was evident, and she wondered why a man who seemed to be so smooth would be uncomfortable discussing this with her. She decided to help him out
"You mean you have staff prostitutes?"
"Yes."
"You know, when Adeline and I were out by the pool this afternoon I noticed that there were so many men, young men, good-looking men, but the women were mostly middle-aged."
"Well, the Desert Palm is known for the women who work here. Most of the men who choose this hotel over the others choose it for just that reason. ... You see, at the other hotels there are many, many single female guests-all looking for sex, and possibly a prospective husband. They come out here hoping to find a rich man to get involved with. But things like that lead to complications. A good deal of the men out here are here for gambling or business, and romantic involvement is the last thing on their minds. Sure, they want to get laid, but they don't want some woman clinging to them, messing things up.
"So, many of them come here. We discourage young, single females-and the men are much happier to buy their sex. That way they can have a terrific time in bed without any emotional involvement, without feeling guilty. When a man goes to a prostitute there is no pretense, no games. They want sex; the prostitute is willing to sell it to them."
Mandy thought this over for a while, sipping her drink and saying nothing. Tony sat back, waiting for her response.
Finally it came. "I've never thought much about prostitution," she said. "The few times I did I just felt turned off-having to go to bed with someone who doesn't really appeal to me seems like it would be a torture. I can imagine myself lying beneath some fat old man, waiting for him to finish, and hating the feel of him inside me, hating his hands on my body."
"Well, that's a problem that streetwalkers run into, but here the girls have absolute authority over themselves. If a girl doesn't like a customer-well, that's all there is to it. She just says no. There's always another girl willing to take care of him."
Mandy was silent for a moment, wanting very much to ask a question but feeling afraid. She finished her martini in three gulps, then asked him to order her another.
It was brought to the table almost instantly. She lifted the glass, took a large swallow, then placed the glass beside his on the table. "Tell me," she began, her voice low, "do the girls make much money?"
He looked at her. His eyes were intense, as if he were reading her thoughts. A small smile formed slowly on his lips.
He hesitated for a few moments. This game was not new to him, and he knew how to play it to his advantage.
Finally he said, "Well, that all depends on the girl. On her looks, her talent, her personality."
Mandy was annoyed by his evasiveness. She pursued: "Well, how is the payment schedule worked out? Do the customers pay the girls or does the hotel pay them?"
"The hotel pays them," he replied. "Each girl is on salary-she gets a certain amount every week from the hotel. But she also can make a nice little bundle in tips and bonuses-if she's good."
"Tell me more about it," Mandy said, no longer bothering to hide her interest.
He smiled again. Yes, he thought, this is going well. Recruitment was one of the aspects of his job that he liked most. He got to meet an enormous number of beautiful young women, got to fuck them all as a try-out-sort of like filling out a job application, he'd often thought-and usually spent most of his time in the bar with customers or girls.
"Well, Mandy, it's a very complicated business. What specifically did you want to know?"
She was quiet again for a few moments, her face showing the depth and intensity of her thoughts. She said, finally, "Are you in charge of hiring as well as maintaining?"
He nodded.
"How do you hire a girl?"
"Well, first she has to pass a sort of appearance test. She has to be quite beautiful, her body must be nearly flawless, and she must have a sort of worldliness-a familiarity with this kind of lifestyle."
"Oh." She looked down into her drink, wondering if Rob had told him that she was a junior in a Vermont girls' college. She glanced at him, trying to read his thoughts. She knew he was playing some sort of game with her, and she knew what her objective was, but she was unsure of her method of approach.
The girls also must really love sex," he added.
"Could you give me an example of what a girl might make-if she was good, and got an average amount of tips and bonuses."
That's very hard to say," he replied, enjoying drawing out the information, watching her interest growing by leaps and bounds. "You see, as I said, each girl is on salary. The salaries vary according to length of time of employment. As for tips-that's strictly between the girls and the customers. As for the bonuses-girls get bonuses when they've got a customer, or a few customers, who repeatedly ask for them. For instance, I have a girl on now who is doing very well-she gets her salary, plus there are three frequent guests who always ask for her. So she gets very generous tips from them, and We give her nice bonuses for keeping those customers happy. It all works out quite well-the girls live here in the hotel, on the eighteenth and nineteenth floors. Their expenses are all taken care of-meals, booze, clothes, maid service, that sort of thing. So actually they manage to accumulate quite a lot of cash, since they don't have to pay for anything."
Mandy looked at him, then gulped down the remainder of her drink, realizing that she was getting pretty stoned but not caring.
"How do you hire girls?" she asked.
Tony moved almost imperceptibly closer to her. He looked into her eyes for a long time, then said, "Well, it happens in any number of ways. Sometimes a girl working the chorus line will decide to hook. Sometimes girls come in on recommendations from other girls or from customers. Sometimes I just find them myself."
She crossed and uncrossed her legs beneath the table, aware of a sudden feeling of desire for him. She knew without thinking that he himself tried out each girl before hiring her. She knew also that she wanted to be hired. She'd almost never felt so definite and determined about anything. The setup was perfectto live in Las Vegas and get laid day and night, make lots of money, live in this fabulous hotel ... it was exactly what she'd always wanted, without realizing it before.
But aside from wanting to work for him, she wanted to go to bed with him. Not on a business basis-merely for the pleasure. She knew he must be terrifically experienced-he was probably better than Rob, she surmised. And suddenly she thought of Rob again. The thought turned her off.
She looked at Tony, her facial expression betraying her sexual need for him.
"Let's take a walk," he said quietly.
They got up and left the bar, stopping a few times when Tony saw someone he had to talk to. Mandy was impressed by the respect shown to him, and she liked being seen with him. A few men who stopped him noticed her and smiled appreciatively.
They crossed the huge lobby and Tony led her down a long, thick-carpeted corridor. He stopped abruptly and opened a door, held it for her, then closed it behind him.
She looked around what she supposed was his office, as impressed by it as she had been by the suite and by Tony himself.
"Have a seat," he said, pointing to a low leather couch that ran the entire length of one wall. She did as he suggested, sinking down into the soft leather, looking around at the ultramodern furniture mixed with antique pieces here and there.
"Another drink?" he asked.
She nodded, running her hand along the cool leather, feeling its richness, wanting it for herself. She knew she shouldn't have another drink-at least not without eating something first-but she wanted to give the impression that she was used to drinking a lot and could handle it.
He sat down beside her, loosening his tie as he handed her another martini. She smiled coyly as she accepted it and began sipping. She was very curious as to his come-on. She knew she'd never been with a man like him, and she wondered how he would start the ball rolling. It was obvious that he wanted to fuck her, and she was sure that he knew her feelings. Now she waited for his move.
It was not long in coming. He easily slipped his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close. His mouth came down softly on hers. The feel of his lips against her own made her want to throw her legs wide open and shove his head down there, but she merely accepted his kiss, responding but not overdoing it.
He broke the kiss, kissed her lightly on the nose, then stood up and crossed the room to the leather-upholstered bar. He walked around the bar and behind it, then reached down and flicked a switch. The lights dimmed and music began to play. She looked around for the speakers, trying to determine the source of music, but could not see them.
He returned to her on the couch. Sitting again, replacing his arm around her shoulders, he whispered into her ear: "I'd like to make love to you."
His hot breath against her neck and ear sent shivers running up and down her spine.
He was so slick, so smooth. Plain and simple: I'd like to make love to you. She thought again of Rob for a moment ... he always came on so strong, playing games, acting as though each time he fucked her it was some terrific conquest. She preferred Tony's approach. It was simple and direct. There was no pretense about it.
She smiled at him, her eyes accepting his request She started to rise, planning to strip, but he said, "No-not here. Let's go up to my room. We'll be much more comfortable there."
She again smiled her acknowledgement and agreement. They left the music on, eager to get to his suite. The walk across the lobby and the ride up in the elevator were significantly silent. There was nothing to be said. She wanted his body: he wanted hers. There was no more to it than that, and she accepted the situation willingly.
Alone in his room, waiting for him to reappear from the bathroom, she looked around. His suite made the one Rob had been given look like a cheap motel. Everything in Tony's suite was richer, softer, more plush. She sat in the living room, noticing the paintings on the walls, the solid gold cigarette box on the coffee table, the....
"Mandy?"
He came into the room. She glanced at him and rose wordlessly. Joining him in the doorway, they walked together into the bedroom.
She looked around, noticing the soft lights, the music coming from some hidden speaker as it had downstairs in his office, the velvet bedspread and satin sheets.
She crossed the room and stood beside the bed, slipped off her shoes, then, in one sweeping motion, lifted her dress up and over hear head. She turned to him, naked except for a pair of lacy panties, her body glowing in the warm, dim light.
He drew in his breath sharply, then began to remove his clothes. By the time he was stripped she was lying on the bed, her panties removed, her legs spread far apart, her arms open in invitation to him.
His eyes traveled the length of her body from the top of her head to her painted toenails, then back up again. He liked what he saw. Her breasts were outstandingly firm and her nipples were large, her hips curved gracefully, her pubic bush was soft-looking and full. He could tell from the look of her skin that it was soft and silky to the touch.
He sat down on the bed and reached his hand over to her, placing it over her left tit. The nipple hardened instantly in response. Very good, he thought, she reacts quickly.
He ran his palm back and forth over her breast as the nipple got stiffer and stiffer, testing the resiliency of her flesh, evaluating its texture. His other hand came around to fondle her other breast.
She looked down at his cock standing straight out from his groin. It was huge. It looked like a purplish snake, with an enormous head, ready to strike. For a moment she considered reaching for it, wanting to feel it, to run her fingers along the long, thick shaft, to cup his hairy balls in her palm, but she refrained. This was his show, she instinctively felt. She lay back and allowed him to work her over.
He leaned over and placed his head on her breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth. He began to chew gently upon it, sucking and nibbling as his hand continued to caress her other tit. His hands were incredibly tender but firm, and she laughed to herself. He probably had more experience with women than any man she'd ever met. Certainly more than Rob. Just the way Tony held her nipple in his mouth made her aware of Rob's lack of finesse.
Tony's hand left her breast and traveled down to her cunt. He did not run his fingers through her pubic hair nor tickle her belly; his hand went right for her snatch. He slipped two fingers right up into her hole, then hooked his thumb back and diddled it on her clitoris.
Suddenly she was incredibly hot. What had begun as simple foreplay was now transformed into an intense expression of sexuality.
His hand worked her over in a way no hand ever had. He seemed to know her every sensation, every desire, for he fucked her cunt with his hand almost the way she masturbated. He was so sensitive to her that he knew exactly when and where to touch her clitoris, when to rub up and down, when to rub it circularly, when to apply and ease pressure. It was as if she were directing his hand, as if it were a part of her own body.
Tony was eager to see how soon she'd come. He'd figured maybe five, seven minutes, and now it seemed that his prediction would be correct. Her vaginal muscles were beginning to contract ... that was a good sign. He looked up at her face, to be sure to see her expression when the orgasm ripped through her. He'd found that facial expression during climax indicated a great deal about a woman's sexuality-it could be used as a yardstick to measure the extent of her response, the intensity of the orgasm, the level of enjoyment of the act itself.
He was giving her a standard test that he gave to all prospective prostitutes. It was but the first in a series of many, as she would discover shortly. The first test, which he was giving her now as he rubbed her clit and pounded his fingers into her hole, was to measure her level of response. By it he would be able to tell how much the customers would enjoy fondling her and giving her pleasure. The second test was a bit more important, however; it involved her ability to give pleasure.
He began to chew harder on her nipple as his hand continued to ream out her box. His fingers were coated with the slick, hot juices pouring from her hole. He smeared the oily liquid around her slit, lubricating her cunt lips, bringing some of it upward to coat her hard clitoris.
She began to moan, abandoning all control over her body. It responded of its own accord. Her hips arched upward, impaling her twat on his hand. She gyrated her hips, rubbing herself sideways in rhythm to his thumb flicking over the tender bud.
And then the climax began. It grew with incredible speed. In seconds she was orgasming, gobs of cunt juice seeping from her hole, her clitoris spasming and twitching wildly. He continued to caress her throughout the orgasm, his fingers applying a firm, hard pressure.
His eyes were riveted to her face. Her eyes were tightly shut, her lips parted as she breathed heavily through her mouth. On her face was a look so intense, so consuming, that he felt a desire to make her orgasm last for hours. But he did not. He allowed her cunt to come to a rest, and only when the last twitters were over did he slowly withdraw his hand.
He looked again at her face. It bore an expression of serenity and satisfaction. The lines that had creased her brow during the orgasm had relaxed; her lips were closed, slightly upturned at the ends. Her eyes remained shut, but not so tightly.
"Mandy," he said quietly, sliding up on the bed to lie beside her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. In that instant she knew all she had to know. She understood exactly what was going on, intuitively knew what moves to make. Her goal was determined, now all that remained was to prove herself to him.
Upstairs in Rob's suite, he and Adeline were talking quietly under the covers, their naked bodies pressing lightly against each other.
She was telling him that he was the most wonderful man she'd ever met, and how sorry she was that the weekend would have to end.
"But I'll see you in Manchester," he said softly. "We'll have many more weekends together."
"But Mandy-"
"Shhh," he said to her, placing his finger against her lips. "Let's not talk about Mandy. What's between me and you is strictly our business. As far as what's between me and Mandy-well, that remains to be seen."
She snuggled against him, feeling very loved and protected. He reminded her of her father a little bit, but she tried not to think about that.
She wedged her hand between his thighs, cupping his balls in her hand. "Rob," she said softly. "I don't ever want to let go."
"You don't have to," he answered.
In moments he was sound asleep. She removed her hand and looked at him, then thought of Mandy, wondering where she'd gone. She glanced at the clock and was startled by the time. Mandy'd been gone for seven hours.