Chapter 17
When the cast of 'Office Christmas Party' played Marty's arena it was a huge success. Two sell-out performances and seven thousand photos were sold.
After the last show, here came the police again. As they filed up the aisle on their way out, a long haired hippie yelled as he waved his photo, "Hey pig! How about this pornographic picture. You gonna take us all in?" Thousands of others waved their photos. A cop made his way to the hippie and told him, "We can't take you all in, but we're taking you. Come on."
As Marty drove back to the Arena from the police station, he told Dude, "Mr. Tammany wants us to get arrested in as many states as possible. Get me fifty prints of 'Rudolph and His Pussy Cats' film. I know fight promoters all over the world. I'll send them the movies, they will let bar operators have them to show their customers, and soon they will be clamoring for tickets when they learn about the show. I want them every Wednesday for at least three months. I'll take a ten percent booking fee off the top and you and the promoter split fifty-fifty. Many of the arenas are larger than mine. They will average six thousand each."
They agreed and later a contract was signed.
The following morning in the office, the mailman handed Dude another fifty more letters wanting personal appearances from "Randolph and company." Something must be done, he realized. An idea hit him like a flash. Form a second troupe!
He called Randolph, got him out of bed and told him to rush out at once. In half an hour that big red Cadillac pulled into the parking lot. It had every extra on it that money could buy. Randolph entered, dressed fit to kill. Brooks Brothers suit, alligator shoes, he must have been wearing a thousand dollars worth of "threads," as he called clothing.
Dude stood up and invited, "Let's walk over to the coffee shop. Hungry?"
"Yea man," he answered, "Its before breakfast for me."
Randolph ordered ham, eggs and biscuits. Only coffee for Dude. He started out, "Randolph, do you know of another Negro, anywhere that has a cock like yours?"
His eyes widened and he said, "Hell, yea! Man. Willie Brown back in my home town in Texas, is exactly the same size. He is my cousin and we used to jack off together, making little bets on who could come the quickest. Why you ask, Dude, you gonna replace me?"
"No, of course not stud. You have a two year con-tract, remember? I'm starting another group to do personal appearances on 'Randolph and His Pussy Cats.' Know a blonde that could double for Dorothy?"
"Do I?" He exclaimed, "Man, there's a whore in Logan Heights that has a cunt like Sue's. She charges fifty bucks for a quickie and a hundred for around the world. Most of the others around there go for twenty or twenty-five. You want some chicks to take the twins' place, too?"
Dude answered, "Sure. Can you help me?"
He was told, "For a thousand a week I could get you a train load. In fact, I don't know a dame anywhere that wouldn't latch on to that."
Dude went on, "O.K. After you finish eating, we will go to Club 21 and call Willie. You feel that he would go for a grand a week?"
After gulping a mouthful of food Randolph answered, "You got to be kidding! That black mother is making fifty bucks a week in a lousy gas station, taking a lot of shit from the white owner. What do you think? Hell, he'd be tickled to death to do it for a hundred a week"
Dude assured him, "No. It will be a thousand. I want everybody to have an expensive wardrobe."
Randolph got Willie on the phone and began, "Willie, baby, I have you a good job out here. I'll wire you a plane ticket. Look it over and if you don't want it, I'll fly you back."
Willie replied, "No dad. No way. Billie Jo and I got married last week and bought a house. No man, I got a ten dollar a week raise and we are settled down."
Randolph interrupted, "Hold it stud, just a minute. Is that Billie Jo Washington? Doesn't she have a twin sister named Millie Flo?"
"Yea man," he replied, "That's the one. What a doll and what a fuck!"
Randolph continued, "Listen you black mother! I've been making one grand a week for two months and you can do the same."
He heard the phone click a few times on the other end, then, "Let me shake up the receiver on this antique telephone. It sounded like you said a grand a week. Say it once more."
Randolph repeated, "You heard right, a grand a week for four nights' work. One thousand skins."
Willie exclaimed, "What the hell do I have to do? Hold up banks?"
He went on, "No, nut! There will be three plane tickets waiting in Dallas at Delta Airlines reservations desk. Bring the twins and come out tomorrow. That's an order!"
Willie informed him, But I don't even have gas money for the fifty mile drive to Dallas. We took a two day honeymoon trip to Mineral Wells and came back flat busted."
He was assured, "There'll be fifty bucks waiting for you at Western Union in an hour. Start packing, you bastard and get those twins packing. O.K.? "
Willie ended with, "O.K. Prick. See you tomorrow."
Dude had Randolph phone Louisa in Logan Heights, telling her to take a cab to Club 21 for a hundred buck hit After screwing Dude she again did the dance of love with Randolph. After she saw the film she signed a two year contract with Dude-one thousand a week.
Dude and Randolph met the trio at Lindbergh International the next evening as they arrived at 9:05 P.M. on Delta's flight 821, non-stop from Dallas. Willie wore tennis shoes, blue jeans and a T-shirt. The twins wore micro-mini skirts and blouses, cheap looking but emphasizing well rounded figures and outstanding knockers. Willie was built about like Randolph, maybe an inch taller.
They rushed out Interstate Eight to Club 21 and rolled the film, sipping on gin on the rocks, Willie's favorite drink. Dude watched the two girls twisting and fidgeting and saw Willie pushing his erection around, trying to find a comfortable place for it.
After stopping the projector and starting the film rewinding, Dude stood up and asked, "Would you three Texans like to do that, four nights a week, twice on Wednesday for a thousand bucks a week?"
Willie, mumbled, "A thousand divided by three, that's three hundred and thirty apiece. Hell yes! We'll do it."
Dude corrected him, "No, that's a thousand each."
Billie Jo injected, "But Millie Flo has never fucked a man. Only last week Willie got my cherry. Want to take it, Millie Flo, baby?"
She answered, "I've never heard of such a fabulous opportunity. Dude, have you ever had a black cherry? They are very rare at age twenty-one, black, white, or you name it!"
Dude answered, "No sweetheart, I never had one, but I'd be delighted. Nudify yourself." He came back from the bathroom with a jar of Vaseline.
With Millie Flo on her back in the middle of the king size bed, he rubbed a big glob of Vaseline all over her vulva and worked his middle finger in her vagina, with great difficulty. He sucked her big black nipples until he could feel the lubricants flowing in her cunt, and spreading her perfectly molded legs he patiently worked himself into her.
Meanwhile, Randolph was receiving the favors of his cousin's wife's mouth as Willie screwed her doggie style.
Dude had enjoyed three cherries before, in his time, but this was something else. She gasped and grunted, jabbing frantically, savagely, up into him and reached climax in half a minute. That gal had been saving up for many a year. She wanted to get on top then and she bucked and reared like a wild stallion.
She climaxed again and dismounted, pleading, "Oh! Dude! Eat my pussy and let me suck your cock. Oh! This is so thrilling!"
She straddled his head and they went to town! Her enthusiasm spurred Dude on, and he gave her a banging! She came again, pushing. his head deep in the coil springs of the mattress.
She then said, "Fuck me again, sweetheart."
This time he got her on top and sucked her big tits as she performed like a veteran of many years. What a jewel he had discovered here!
Dude counted them out five hundred dollars apiece explaining. "This is an advance on your salaries. Randolph, take Willie and show him how to spend all his money on threads. Go by Dr. Hemby's house tomorrow and pick up one of the twins to help these dolls here select some new outfits. Willie, you and your girls spend the night at Dr. Hemby's and get acquainted with Stella and Mella. You'll love them. Tomorrow you start on the payroll and you will all fly to Baltimore. Watch the shows very carefully and next Wednesday you will have your own show. This weekend you will go along also, to observe the action in Montgomery, Atlanta and Miami. Each night as soon as you arrive at the clubs, get tickets for the post game shows. "The following weekend, you will be on your own."
Dude got Marty on the phone and when he heard. the news, just about flipped. He knew Mr. Tammany would be pleased and would certainly have an attorney ready to bail them out. He told Dude that the case against Randolph and crew had been thrown out of the state supreme court and that would surely swing some weight with other states. Mr. Tammany's dollars were working and no doubt, some idiotic laws would soon be repealed.
Dude assured him, "Willie is built just like Randolph and hung exactly the same. The two girls are like two peas in a pod and pretty as a peach. The blonde, Louise is a dynamic sexpot of extreme beauty. They are all signed to two year contracts."
Marty told him he would phone him the next morning to tell him where their first arena show would be.
One of the weekly photo magazines had a reporter and photographer on hand when the arrests were made in Baltimore and the next week Dude got about a million dollars worth of free publicity. It brought out Mr. Tammany's crusade against the worthless sex laws. The article also told about the seven previous arrests and prompt bail-outs. Also the story about Mr. Tammany's son and wife. The week after the magazine came out Dude raised the admission price to fifteen dollars, and they still played to nothing but packed houses.
The evening of the Texan's third day in town, Dude threw a stag party. He felt they needed a rehearsal and he might as well invite his friends to Club 21 to see a good show. Dr. Hemby, Jim O'Brien and all his fellow salesmen, Al, Vince, Mack, Eddie, and Paul. Also Cass Stinson, Jose Martinez, and Hal Norton.
He laid in a good supply of booze of all kinds.
At eight it all got started with Dude showing his old film, "Dude Marvin and the Country Jubilee," after he had announced, Now friends, this flick will show you what I was doing back in the post war forties. This film got me started on my way to making a fortune. It is a little warm in here so we might as well undress."
His friends -and himself -had hard-ons from watching the twins and Louisa do their strip.
Everyone enjoyed the film and particularly, the Texas friends. They laughed and clapped loudly when something funny came on.
When the film ended, before Dude started rewinding, Louisa found her place on the bed, and the show started. They had it down perfect, exactly like they had seen Randolph and his crew do the night before in Baltimore.
Dude's friends enjoyed the show. Most of them were on their knees avidly watching, all around the bed, not missing a thing.
After the crew finished and took a bow, the boys all clapped -they liked the show but they were glad it was over, because those throbbing erections were anxious to receive attention. The girls took them, two at a time and in ten minutes it was all over.
They drank for awhile and the girls danced most of the time with some eager beaver who was anxious to get at them again for seconds.
It was about half an hour before Vince had Billie Jo on her knees entertaining him doggie style. Dr. Hemby was next, pouring his meat to .Louisa. They were then joined by Jim letting Millie Flo ride him from above as he gobbled her big black globes.
After those three guys were finished, Dude told the girls, "If you three dolls will go to the bathroom and clean up, three of my friends would like to sixty-nine you."
They seemed pleased and were soon back making out fine with Al, Mack, and Eddie. Eddie came first and Billie Jo took on Paul.
Dude didn't have his second one then but later, he slept with Louisa and had a delightful time, getting his second, third and next morning, fourth.
Randolph was right, she had a muscle bound vagina just like Sue's, Joan's -and Ruth's, his deceased wife.
As they embraced on their sides after his second climax, Louisa kissed him and said, "Dude, I'll be forever grateful to you for giving me this job. Oh! I've been doing all right, averaging a hundred bucks a day. But hell! I've been doing it for seven years, since I was fifteen. I was madly in love with the bastard I married at fifteen. He wouldn't work and three months later he was pimping for me. It all started when he got me drunk one night and talked me into fucking his best friend. Later that same night while I was still drunk he sold me to a bartender for ten bucks. The next day I was so disgusted with myself, I didn't care. A couple of weeks later, I squealed on him to the police and a plainclothes man nabbed him, caught in the act of pimping. He got two years and it was easy to get a divorce while he was in Big Q.
"All that traveling we'll be doing is one thing that thrills me. Would you believe yesterday when we flew to Baltimore, it was the first time I was ever out of San Diego County?"
They made the scene again and slept the sweet sleep.
The first case to reach the U.S. Supreme Court was from Oklahoma. It was Randolph's second appearance and the courts found them guilty. They appealed it and in just a few months it had been ruled by the high court that by arresting these actors, their civil rights had been invaded and that the state laws against fellatio and cunnilingus were unconstitutional and recommended they be taken from the books.
Dude was putting every dollar he could into Southern California real estate.
With fifty thousand down, he bought an office building in downtown San Diego. He liked bare, raw land better. He read somewhere that California land, the entire state, was going up at the rate of seventy-one dollars a second, so he latched on to all he could. He already had over a thousand acres and before the end of the year he would be a millionaire, for the second time in his life.