Chapter 9

"Why don't you take ten, Brad," Mike Morrison said to the sandy-haired giant. "I've never seen you tail-dragging like this before!"

"Sorry, Mike I-I...."

"Go on back in the kitchen, get yourself some coffee!"

"Yeah; I think I'll do that," Brad said. "Maybe I'll try to get through to Kay in Bluefield again!"

"I thought you said the motel people told you she had checked out?"

"Yeah; they did," the big man said. "I've been trying to reach that clown she works for-Sy Cohen!"

"Well, get your head together, man," Mike said as he patted Brad on the shoulders. "You ain't doing me a bit of good here at the bar in the shape you're in!"

Brad made his way to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table back there. His head felt like a bomb ticking toward explosion. Oh, Kay-baby, lover, he mused. I need you, sweet woman. Oh, God, baby, do I need you. Fuck the job, it's you. . . .

Molly Lubinski walked over to him and slipped an arm lovingly around his shoulders. "You look like you've lost your last friend in the world, handsome," the chunky redhead said as she pressed the fingers of her free hand under the base of his chin and lifted her face up toward her own.

"I must be super-transparent, Molly."

"Anything I can do to help?" the woman said.

"Naw; I-ah...." An evil little grin came to the big man's face as he reached up and pulled one of the shimmering gold paper pasties from the redhead's nipples. "Unless I can talk you into a mad, passionate affair!"

"Anytime, sweetheart," the woman said. "You know what they say about we older broads, don't you?"

"What's that, Molly?"

"When, you know the old saw about a chick my age figuring that every piece might be her last," the red-head said with a huge, infectious grin. "I guess we get so doggone grateful we sort of go ape and...."

"Hell," Brad said. "I probably couldn't handle anything like that at the moment!" He cupped his hand under her breast and replaced the pasty over the over the nipple.

"Feel like talking about it, sweetheart?"

"Naw; not really, Molly," Brad said. "I've got to get into my own head before I talk with anyone else!"

"I can dig it," the woman said, and then leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose. "Let me know if I can help in anyway, Brad-including tucking you in between the covers of my queen-size bed!"

"Right," the big man said with a grin.

He began to sip at his cup of coffee, trying desperately to get into his own head. He was vaguely aware that Molly had left the kitchen. Kay, he mused. Oh, sweet woman. . . .

Ula Lindstrum entered the kitchen and made her way on tip-toes over to the table where Brad sat. His back was to her and he seemed unaware of the fact that he was no longer alone. A silly, self-conscious sort of grin played at the ends of the thin, frail blonde's lips as she unbuttoned the front of the robe she wore between her bump and grind stints on the tiny stage at the Clown Lounge.

She moistened the tips of her fingers with her tongue and then transfered the dewy residue to the tips of her hot, pink nipples. The magical little cones seemed to snap to attention, pulsing frantically. Ula cupped both of her hands under her right breast and the carefully guided the peak of the hard, moist nipple to the rim of the big man's ear.

Brad moved his head away, absentmindedly passed his hand over ear, as if he were shooing away a pesky fly. The girl quickly covered her mouth with her hands to stiffle the giggle that rippled at her throat. She moisten the peaks of her nipples again, and again set the right one down against the rim of his ear. This time the big man twisted his head around to see what was nipping at his ear, and Ula quickly grabbed him by the back of the head and then forced his face down tightly against the valley that separated her small, proud breasts.

"What the hell?" the sandy-haired giant moaned as he straggled to free himself from the grip the surprisingly strong blonde had on him. The aroma of her musky perfume soon had his brain spinning and he found himself melting against the soft, velvety expanse of pale flesh that held him captive.

"Guess who?" Ula cooed, and began to giggle.

"Must be the blonde princess of Denmark," Brad mumbled.

Ula threw her bottom lip out in a cartoon of a pout as she released her grip on the big man. "How in the world did you ever guess, lover?" she demanded.

"Just lucky, I guess...."

"Oh, Brad darling!"

"Hey-hey; what's with this darling jive, sweet thing?" the sandy-haired man demanded. "I mean, I thought we had that all straightened out when I left your crib this morning, Ula? You and me-look, kid, we could never be a thing, so give it up, huh? There's just no way you can con an old con!"

The blonde leaned over and looked down into his eyes. "Oh-baby," she cooed, and then kissed the tip of his nose. She backed off a step or two, shook her trim, proud breasts at him and began to giggle as she watched a shudder of frustration race through his body. "What would make you think that I'm trying to con you, lover!"

"C'mon, Ula...."

"Oh, of course-anywhere with you, Brad!"

"Especially to the Velvet Hand," Brad said. "Right?"

"Well; those chicks make a lot more bread that we girls at the Clown Lounge do," the blonde said. "And after this morning you have to know that this is one little girl who knows what to do with her lips and tongue!"

The giant began to stroke the head of his slowly reawakening cock, grinding at the head with the heel of his hand through the material of his pants.

"Hell, princess," he said. "You could have had a gig over there anytime you wanted. Jimmy Edwards is always looking for new chicks. I mean, all you had to do was take that skinny bod of yours on over there and take the test he gives all new applicants. I knew you'd pass...."

"I tried to do that very thing," the blonde said with a little shrug. "I got into this crazy hassle with his old lady-his mother, not one of his wives, and well, she booted my ass out before I got a chance to show what I could do!"

"Jimmy's mother?"

"Yeah; she really owns that place, you know? She's very, very protective about that blonde giant son of hers. I let my mouth overload my ass and-bang, she handed me my walking papers just like that!"

"And you figured now that I was taking over as manager of the joint you'd have a better chance to get in," Brad said, and sighed. "That's it, huh?"

"Hey," the little blonde said, a touch of fire in her blue eyes, "that don't make me a bad person. After all, in this world, a chick has to look after her ass-or she'll end up losing it!"

"I can't argue with that," the sandy-haired man said.

"Besides, I really do dig you, lover!"

"Sure, sure...."

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"How long you been working here, Ula?"

"'Bout four months."

"Four months-and not once in all that time did you so much as act like I was even alive," Brad said. "But now-suddenly, after I get the gig managing the Velvet Hand-you come down with a case of the screaming hots for this magnificent bod of mine! You'll have to admit that does sound a bit farfetched, baby!"

"I don't see it, Brad," the blonde said and stared hard into his eyes. "The answer is simple. Money and power turn me on. A lot of chicks are like that-only I happen to be one of the few that will admit it!"

Brad pushed away from the table, picked his cup up and carried it over to the sink. "Jesus, this coffee is like mud," he said as he killed what was left in the cup and then set it down in the sink. "Stuff could kill you!" He wrinkled his nose as he took a step or two toward the front. "I've got to get back on duty," he said, "See you, huh?"

"like tonight?" the blonde cooed. "You could fall over to my crib after work and we could split a bottle of wine or something. You know, celebrate your new gig!"

"I don't know, kid," the giant said. "I'm really strung out. In fact, I-ah, I'm no longer certain that I'm going to take the new job from Jimmy. It could end up costing me more than I'm willing to pay!"

The blonde slowly shook her head from side to side. "Boy, that snatch must be lined with gold or something," she said. "I mean, as the manager of the Velvet Hand you'd have to carry a club around to beat off the chicks trying to get in your pants, for pity sake. That Fleming broad-she must be Superwoman or something!"

"She makes me feel ten feet tall," Brad said.

"Aw, baby," Ula cooed as she sauntered over to where the big man stood. "I can give you anything she can. And-well, I'm a lot younger. I hear she's thirty-five or something like that. Ancient!"

"Thirty-two," Brad said. "And she has more to offer me than pussy, Ula. A lot more...."

"Yeah; like what?"

"I could never make you understand, kid," the sandy-haired man said with a little shrug of his shoulders. "Just being with her-hell, it's like the greatest turn-on in the world. I-I can talk with her. Really talk. I...."

The slender blonde dropped to her knees and began to rub her face against the huge, trembling bulge in the front of Brad's pants. "What is there that makes me think you have some sort of feeling for Ula?" she cooed as she began to nibble at the head of his love meat through the material of his pants. "Maybe your cock and your head ought to be a little talking-you know, communicate!"

"Hey; get up, will you?" Brad said, a quaking sort of roar in his voice. "I mean, what if somebody walked in right now? C'mon; get up!"

"I'd rather go down," Ula said, and reached out for the catch on the fly of Brad's jeans. "I'd really rather go 'way, 'way down. Down so far that the head of that beautiful hunk of love meat is deep down in my throat!"

"Ula, I-I...."

The girl zipped down his fly, slipped her hand through the opening and then began to root about with her fingers at the front of his shorts, trying to work her way through the folds of material there so she could get at his cock.

"This is crazy, sweetheart," Brad cried.

"Crazy-but nice," the girl said.

"Ula, I-hey; c'mon, kid!"

Her fingers found the opening there in the front of his shorts and quickly moved on through the barrier and curled themselves lovingly around the shank . of his hard, screaming manhood. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, look what I just found," she cooed, her voice quivering with a moist passion that was only partly a put-on!

"I'm not going to stop you, sweetheart," Brad said. "It's crazy, but-there is no way I'm going to ask you to stop it. I-ah, I...."

"Say you want me to do it, Brad," the blonde pleaded. "It would be so nice to hear you say something like, 'Get those hot lips and juicy tongue moving, bitch!"

"That won't happen, Ula," Brad said. "Not now, not ever. Dig it-that's straight!"

"Okay," the girl said with a huge sigh. "You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?" She eased his man-hood through the fly of his jeans and then lowered her lips down against the hot face of that tortured roll of flesh.

"Ula-oh, baby...."

The slender blonde parted her lips and placed a huge, sucking sort of kiss on his manhood. She flicked her tongue from her mouth and began to slither it wetly all around the frantic glans, and Brad grabbed her by the shoulders to steady himself as a ripple of expectation are away at his body.

"Nice, nice-very nice," he moaned.

"How nice of you to say so," Ula said.

"Yeah, well, I " Brad's words trailed off into a wailing moan as the blonde parted her lips and then drew his manhood deeply into her mouth. She continued to flick her hot, wet tongue against the shaft of that rock-hard saber as the head drove down against the sizzling flesh and rolling muscle of her throat!

The sandy-haired giant began to roll his hips as he moved his hands from her shoulder and placed them on the back of her head and drew her face down against the grinding action of his bubbling pelvis. "Oh, Ula-baby," he cried. "Oh-yeah; so nice, kid. So-so wet and...."

Mice Morrison walked into the kitchen from the bar and pulled up short, his eyes big and wide. "How long has this been going on?" he said with a grin.

"Not quite long e-e-enough," Brad sputter as he continued to grind his pelvis against the blonde's face. "Another thirty seconds and-and...."

The manager of the Clown Lounge made his way around to the back of the girl, releasing his suddenly erect pecker from his pants as he went. He dropped down on his knees in back of the girl, lifted the end of her robe up over her hips, exposing her bottom and the satiny black G-string. He grabbed the string, snapped it with a jerk and then began to poke at the slender blonde's cunt with the head of his cock.

There was no way to tell whether or not Ula objected to the addition of a third party to their sex, for the giant's dork was stuffed deeply into her throat. It was nothing short of a miracle that she managed to feed air to her lungs, much less form words. The ferret-faced man grabbed her by the hips as he buried the head of his cock savagely into her love hole and began to move against her with a hard, driving action. He moved his hands under her arms, cupped one over the tiny mound of her left breast and sent the other one down into her slit, rooting about until he found her screaming little she-cock.

"This is nice, Brad," Mike said as he grinned up at the sandy-haired giant. "I had no idea this little bitch has such a fine pussy on her!"

"You ought to try this end, too," Brad said. "She's one fantastic cock-sucker!"

"Yeah; I-I'll do that," the shorter man said. "I-oh, wow-the chick's got a snapper. The muscles down in that fantastic hole are-are...."

Ula began to thrash about as the man at her back door moved the tip of his finger against her she-cock. Spunk began to flow from her snatch, covering much of her inner thighs and bottom as well as Mike's hand.

"Oh, yeah-yeah, Ula," the manager cried. "I...Suddenly the ferret-faced man grew still. He looked up into Brad's eyes and then slowly began to shake his head. "I forget while I came back her. Your chick-Kay! Ah, she's on the phone for you, man. Long distance!"

"Holy Christ," the sandy-haired giant cried as he whipped his cock from the blonde's mouth. "Long distance. Oh, Jesus, I...I...." He stuffed his manhood back inside his jeans, zipped up his fly and raced for the phone that waited for him under the bar.

"You. lousy prick," Ula cried. "Right in the middle of the best fucking blow-job you'll ever have. PRICK-LOUSY, ROTTEN PRICK! I-I...."

Mike pushed her forward on her face against the floor as he really began to grind his pelvis against the ripe, quivering meat of her perky rump. He continued to dig away at the peak of her clit with his finger and soon the pair of them were howling as they thrashed about, crying out their joy as twin orgasms rosed up from deep within the pair.

"Ula, I-I'm there," Mike said.

"Let me have it, lover," the blonde moaned. "I'm right with you!"

"Damn, damn, damn," the slender man cried as his orgasm erupted from deep within his soul, sending his awesome load of hot, creamy love juice spurting away frantically into the wet, gnawing walls of her cunt.

The blonde let out a high-pitched wail as her own orgasm set the lips of her snatch to fluttering. She began to beat her fists against the floor, snorting and sputtering, thrashing about wildly as the gooey spunk rushed from her snatch in a seemingly endless series of awesome spasms that turned every last twitch and patch of her pale skin to frantic gooseflesh.

Finally the both grew still.

Mike pulled away from her and got to his feet. He walked over to the sink, uncurled about a yard and a half of toweling from the dispenser and then used the paper to wipe off his cock and clean up the front of his pants. Ula rolled over on her back, holding her head and shoulders off the floor by supporting herself on her elbows.

"I had no idea you were so-so talented, Mike," she said in a harsh, raspy voice as she sucked at the air to fill her protesting lungs. "That was fantastic!"

"Glad you liked it," the ferret-faced man said. He wadded up the paper-towel, dropped it down onto her belly. "Better get yourself cleaned up. You're onstage in less than ten minutes, sweetheart!"

"Don't I get so much as a 'thank you,' Mike?"

"Thanks, bitch," the manager said. "By the way, if you ever pull a stunt like this again you'll pretty ass will be out on the street looking for a new gig!"

"But-you...."

"C'mon, cunt. Move.. .

"Mike, how can you . . "

"The same way you fuck over that kid-Freddie," Mike said bitterly. "I used you to fill a need just like you use that kid-and two or three others!"

"You bastard," the blonde snarled.

"That's me, baby," Mike snarled back. "Now move that fine bod or I'll can you right here and now!"

Mary Ellen lay under Torchy's quivering body, still tingling with the joy of the orgasm the dark-haired girl's lips and tongue had brought to her. "Oh, Torchy-lover," she cooed. "This is delicious. I really love the way you rip your dripping snatch against my tortured quim!"

"You learn fast, lover.. . . "

"The thing is, Torchy," Mary Ellen said in a trembling voice. "I-well, I thought that I was going to-ah, you know: eat your cunt!"

"No-wait," Torchy moaned. "This girl I know-she taught me a fantastic way to heat up. Wait, Mary Ellen. Wait, wait...."

"But how will you, you know?"

"Relax, lover. There's no need for words!"

"But-but-but...."

The raven-haired girl cut off the blonde's words with a hot, savage kiss. She slipped both of her hands down under the singing flesh of Mary Ellen's sweat-drenched back until she let them come to rest under the ripe, perky cheeks of the wildly rolling rump she found there.

"Oh, God, Torchy your hands, they feel so good," the blue-eyed girl moaned. "So right, so-so wonderful I love it; I really do...."

The bosomy little blonde began to shudder with frantic joy as the dark-haired girl dug the tips of her fingers savagely into the convulsive meat there and then dug her knees down against the inside of Mary Ellen's pudgey thighs, forcing them apart: Torchy began to twist and rock, grinding away hotly as her hips began to roll in a huge, sweeping arc, sending the wet, spunk-laden lips of her vulva raking away frantically against Mary Ellen's pussy.

"Torchy-oh, lover...."

"Help me, Mary Ellen!"

"Yes-but how?"

"Fuck me back, lover," the dark-eyed girl cried. "Move your snatch against mine. Fuck me, fuck me back. Oh, please, lover-do it. Rip your quim up against mine. Fuck-rip-ram. Fuck me back, Mary Ellen! Do it, do it...."

"I-I'll try, Torchy. I'll try real hard. But I-I'm not sure that I can do it. I-I...."

"Don't talk, baby. Do it. You can do it. I know that you can-all you have to do is try!"

"Okay," the blonde said.

"Please, lover. Do it-DO IT NOW!"

The bosomy blonde sent her vagina rippling wildly up against the grinding force of the dark-haired girl's screaming quim, rolling her hips from side to side as she raked away madly with the gooey lips of her vulva.

"Now you're getting it, Mary Ellen!"

"Oh, Torchy-lover!"

Mary Ellen seemed to feed off the the frantic need that spewed from Torchy's love hole. Her own pussy was alive with desire, bubbling away fiercely, gushing layer and layer of hot, syrupy-sweet spunk from the shimmering lips of her vulva.

"Now you've got it, Mary Ellen," Torchy cried. "That's the way to do it, lover!"

"You're sure it's alright, Torchy?"

"It's fantastic, Mary Ellen!"

The bosomy blonde ripped out all the stops as she moved fiercely against Torchy. Suddenly it was the most important thing in the world to her that she bring her lesbian lover to orgasm, to repay her for the fantastic and beautiful thing she had experienced at hands of the raven-haired girl.

"Torchy, Torchy. "

"Yes, lover. Yes, yes, yes!"

Mary Ellen's motion grew more and more wild, until at last it was as free-swinging and frantic as were the movements of the girl who rode her. Her eyes filled with a fierce sense of pride as she heard the first faint hint of a joyous moan take form deep within the throat of the dark-eyed girl.

"Yes, Torchy," she cried. "Give it to me, lover. Give me your orgasms."

"Soon, Mary Ellen," Torchy moaned. "Very, very soon!"

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"Yes-yes, yes!"

"Then tell me, Torchy. Anything; I'll do anything!"

"I-I'll show you," the dark-eyed girl cried as she raised up on her knees and then quickly, frantically inched her way along the blonde's body on her hands and knees until she was in a position to settle her wildly bubbling snatch down against the waiting mouth of the girl under her.

Novice though she was, Mary Ellen wasted precious little time in sending her hot, pink tongue soaring up into the wild and frantic mass of sweet, sucking goo that was Torchy's convulsing pussy.

"Eat me, Mary Ellen. Eat my snatch...."

The little blonde reached out and grabbed the raven-haired girl's wiggling rump, filling each of her hands with a more than ample chunk of the ripe, rippling flesh there, and then she began to dig at that meat, forcing the screaming cauldron of witch's brew that was Torchy's cunt down tightly against her sucking lips and slithering tongue.

"The clit, Mary Ellen," Torchy cried. "Oh, lover, please-it's time. Get that crazy thing for me. Suck it, lover-suck my clit for me!"

The blue-eyed girl cried out in confusion as she sent the tip of her tongue scurrying hotly up under the heavy folds of pussy flesh there at the top of the entrance to the dark-eyed girl's snatch in search of the elusive little cone of pulsing pink magic she knew lay hidden there.

"GET IT, MARY ELLEN. MY CLIT! OH, GOD, LOVER-THE PAIN IS TERRIBLE. GET IT, GET MY GIRL-PRICK!"

The fact that Torchy was flopping about like a person in a grand-mal fit didn't help Mary Ellen; still, she was able to locate that tasty little morsel. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of herself, but at last she found the courage to draw that screaming little cone down between her lips and into her mouth.

"Yeah," Torchy moaned. "Now suck-suck, lover!"

The bosomy blonde seemed to be in a state of shock. The wild, racking spasms that ripped at the raven-haired girl's body filled her with a sense of awe and fear. Still, there was no way she could back out now-not that she really wanted to, and so at last she began to suck away at that crazy little cone of pink magic, holding it captive with the suction of her lips while her tongue danced away merrily across the tortured, exploding peak.

"At last-oh, Mary Ellen, at last," Torchy cried in a low, rasping wail. "Oh, yes, sweet lover-that's it. Oh, is that ever it!"

The dark-eyed girl began to rake her dripping vulva recklessly against the golden one's mouth, moving in a frantic, herky-jerky fashion that had her swaying about wildly, her long hair bellowing out around her head like an aureloa. "Oh, Mary Ellen-lover," she moaned as a series of sprawling, snapping spasms ate away at her flesh, moving her nearer and ever-nearer to the moment of ultimate truth.

"WIGGLE THAT TONGUE, LOVER. SUCK, SUCK...."

The bosomy little blonde had to call on all the strength at her command to keep from losing losing her grip on the hard and screaming little mountain of hot, pink flesh that was her partner's she-cock.

Torchy began to thrash about like a fish out of water, howling with a rapturous joy. Suddenly Mary Ellen became aware of the raw and fiery need that had developed down in her own snatch. It bubbled away madly, a fresh load of thick, syrupy-sweet gunk. She tried to ignore it, intend on giving all her attention to the frantic needs of the girl who was fucking her mouth, but the fires of her own desire grew hotter and hotter, threatening to consume her. Her inner thighs and the cheeks of her bottom were heavy with the dew from her cunt. Reluctantly she released the death grip she had on the dark-eyed girl's perky rump and sent one of her hands down against the screaming need of her own vagina.

The pale lips of her shimmering vulva seemed to part as if by magic, wordlessly pleading for attention. The girl send her middle finger wiggling down into that gooey mass. The tissue there latched onto that bony probe, moved it up against the fiercely rippling agony that was her girl-prick.

"Mary Ellen," Torchy cried. "Oh, lover-I'm there. I'm going to come. I-suck, lover. SUCK MY ORGASM OUT OF ME. I-OH, GOD, I-I...."

The dark-eyed girl continued to grind away at the blonde's sucking lips and singing tongue, moaning with a rising sense of expectation. She moved her gushing love hole harder and harder against the mouth of her lover.

Mary Ellen continued to lap away at Torchy's cunt, sucking and swirling for all she was worth, and all the while she continued to frig away at the peak of her she-cock with the middle finger of her right hand, fighting desperately to hold back her own orgasm until Torchy went off.

Come, damn it, Torchy, she cried in silence. Come, come, so that I can come, too!

I'm there, Mary Ellen. Oh, lover-lover, lover, I'm coming. I-I'm coming!"

The bosomy blonde was there, too.

Both girls began to scream and cry as their young bodies exploded with the wild frenzy of twin orgasms that became a single, sprawling climax that took each of them to the thin, razor edge of their sanity-and then beyond. They scooted about on the surface of the bed, moving without apparent rhyme or reason, thrashing away violently.

"Oh, Mary Ellen-lover," Torchy cried again and again. "Oh; baby-yes!"

Finally the raven-haired girl pulled her dripping pussy away from the blonde's swollen lips and tongue. She flopped over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, tears rolling wildly down her face.

"I feel stupid, crying like this," she cooed. "But it was so good, Mary Ellen. So beautiful!"

"For me, too," the bosomy blonde cooed. "I-I never expected anything like-like...." She turned her face away so that the dark-eyed girl could not see that she, too, was in tears. "Oh, Torchy...."

The raven-haired girl rolled over next to her and took her into her arms and held her tightly. "It's alright, Mary Ellen lover," she cooed. "I know-I felt a little strange my first time, too!"

"But it wasn't strange, Torchy," the blonde said. "It was beautiful. It was beautiful to have your pussy grinding away against my lips. I never expected to actually enjoy it. I got almost as much pleasure out of doing it for you as-as when you were licking my cunt for me. Really, I-I...."

"Yeah, Mary Ellen," Torchy said as she smiled through her tears. "That's what makes it such a gas!"