Chapter 4
Tom Madison watched the young girl as she leaned down and pulled off her Roman-style toga. The garment fell to the floor, and she stepped quickly out of it. She faced Tom directly, leaning with one hand against the edge of the table where Tom sat.
"You like it?" she asked, throwing back her shoulders and emphasizing the thrust of her large, pink-capped breasts.
Tom rested on his elbow, grinning. His cock was hard and was throbbing wildly. "You better believe it!"
"Is it worth fifty?" she asked, rubbing her black swatch of pubic hair slowly and gently.
"I ain't got but thirty-five," Tom replied.
The girl was young, her body white and without the usual tan of a Los Angeles female. It was understandable because she had spent so many hours working inside. Doing her bit as one of the Roman Orgy Girls at the Fall of the Roman Empire massage parlor. She looked a little bored and a little distraught. She had vowed never to spread her legs again for less than fifty.
"Shit," she said, trying to smile, "thirty-five isn't fifty, you know what I mean?"
"I know it ain't," Tom said, the fifth of Jack Daniels which he had consumed on his drive into Los Angeles now taking its complete hold on his brain. "But it's all I got."
The girl had been around long enough to know a "cheap" from a "poor." This guy, she decided, was definitely a poor. "Okay, I'll do it for that," she said.
Tom grinned and slid off the edge of the table. The masseuse lowered herself onto the long, stiff board and spread her legs. She put her forefinger into her mouth, dropped a little spittle on it, then rubbed her dry cunt.
She wasn't the greatest looker of all time. Her skin was a little flabby, and it appeared as if middle age was taking its creeping toll. But still, down there between her thighs, she was a woman. A nice warm cunt waiting for Tom's throbbing ' prick. And right now, more than anything else, he needed it.
"C'mon baby," she called out in her best sensual whisper, "poke it to momma. Give it to me, honey, hard!"
Tom stumbled a little as he climbed the table and positioned himself between her legs. She moved her thighs against his hips and began undulating slowly against him. "I'll help you . . . " she whispered. She held his penis and shifted herself into direct alignment with it, then pushed her belly against the tip.
"Ahhh . . . " she moaned as the cock parted her labia and entered her dry valley. "So goddamn big and throbbing!"
Tom held on to the edge of the table with all of his strength. He was dizzy as hell; the whiskey had wrought havoc with his brain.
"C'mon baby," she whispered, "it ain't the meat but the motion, if you know what I mean."
Tom began pumping. Her cunt felt small and tight, and fit his cock like a glove. With the rest of her cool body against his, he finally began to get into it. It was the first time since that night more than two weeks ago when he had put it to his own daughter.
"C'mon, daddy, give it to your little girl!"
Tom stopped, raised himself and snarled down at the masseuse. "Don't ever call me that!"
"Listen, Jack," the masseuse snarled back, "for thirty-five cheap ones, I'll call you anything I damn well please!"
Tom felt his throbbing manhood slipping almost instantly into a wretched state of jellylike retreat. "Shit, babe," he began, much more friendly now, "I was just kiddin'. Please, let's keep going."
"All right. But no more freaky scenes, okay?"
Tom nodded. Then smiled as he felt his saber forming itself into a tool of war. The masseuse had learned some of the better tricks of vaginal muscle control, and was actually masturbating him with flowing muscular rhythms in her canal. Soon he was at full mast again and ready to sail.
"Shit, that was pretty wild!"
The girl smiled, a wan, almost abstract smile. It was always nice to be appreciated. "You ought to see what I can do with my, throat," she said. "Of course, that'd be another fifty, which you ain't got."
"I'll get it sometime. I got plans." Tom replied quickly.
The girl laughed. "Right, you got plans for coming, and that's about it!"
It felt as though he had no more control of himself than a dog in heat. She started again with those pulsations from her cunt, and within fifteen seconds, Tom's cock was throbbing and spurting inside her sex tunnel.
As they were dressing, Tom Madison pulled out a snapshot of Jennie taken at the Desert High School that year. He showed the photo to the masseuse. "You ever seen her?" he asked.
The masseuse held the photo and smiled. "Nope. But if you find her, bring her around. I go both ways you know."
Tom snatched the picture away from her. "My daughter's not like that!"
"Oh, no!" the masseuse laughed. "Another daddy on the prowl. Don't you guys ever realize that your little girls enjoy screwing other men besides yourself? Or does that thought ever cross your minds?"
"She ran away two weeks ago," Tom began, ignoring the masseuse's question. "I left Baker last night, hoping to find her. I know she's always had something about Los Angeles -- especially Hollywood. You know?"
"Most little girls do, But this is a big town."
"Yeah, I know. But' I'll find her. She might've gone to her mother's, if she finds her."
"You lost your wife, too?"
"Shit," Tom grumbled, "she ran off with a jockey shorts salesman a couple of years ago. Ain't seen or heard from her since."
The masseuse lit a cigarette and smiled. "Shit, you got more troubles than most guys coming through here."
"I got more troubles than you could name," Tom replied.
"My Name's Elga," she began in a friendly tone. "If you need anything, call on me. I'm always here."
Tom smiled at the woman, looking directly at her for the first time since entering the lavish parlor. She had large brown eyes, friendly eyes which seemed to contrast with the harshness of her professionalism.
"I'll do that, Elga," he said. "I'll just do that."
The streets of Hollywood did not give the tall stranger from Baker much to go on. Tom walked up and down the fabled boulevard, peering into the groups of youths lined along that street. The Han Krishna people, the ageing hippies panhandling for a few cents, the wasted looks of the addicts staring out from behind pasty faces -- there seemed to be thousands of them. Dislocated young people, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but stand and look.
As night approached on this hot August day, Tom checked his money. He had more than five hundred dollars in small bills, money which he had taken from the register of the Haven; money that was due the landlord for his monthly rent on the place. Tom was thirsty, and he was horny.
The Hollywood motel down the street from the big movie theater seemed as good as place as any. Tom drove his '68 Ford pick-up into the parking lot and stopped next to the office. The old man inside stared at the car, then stared at Tom.
"You got a room?" Tom asked.
"Yup. Got a room. Twelve dollars."
"I'll take it." Tom handed the old man the money, signed the register and took the key.
"Upstairs, above the pool."
The room was nothing much. A shower, a bed, an old Muntz television from the post World War Two days. Nothing else, nothing except a view of the small, rounded pool directly below him. A dip in the clear waters and a bottle of Jack Daniels sounded just about right. Tom removed a pair of old levis from his suitcase, then pulled out his army knife. He slit the old material just above the knee and put the cut-offs on.
The liquor store next to the motel supplied him with the bottle and a bag of ice. Tom dumped the stuff in the room, then walked down the stairs to the pool.
He hadn't seen her before, the very young and very pretty blonde girl lying next to the water. She wore a string bikini -- three small patches of cloth covering her nipples and her pubis tied together with string. She was small, about five feet, but stacked. Her breasts exploded from either side of the cups, giving Tom an excellent view of her white flesh. And her rounded hips flared around the small piece of cloth front and back. She looked at Tom fleetingly as he passed by her.
"Little dark for a tan, isn't it?" Tom chided as he sat down nearby on the edge of the pool.
"It's still warm out," the girl replied.
"Yeah, that it is." Tom jumped into the pool and swam across and returned. "You like a drink?" he asked.
The girl shook the blonde hair away from her face and seemed to study Tom. An older, rugged-looking man. His hair was long and fell across his etched face. He was different from most of the slick, double-knit types she had run across in Hollywood. "You a cowboy actor?" she asked.
"Nope," Tom replied, squinting and trying to see the tips of her breasts. The small breadth of material seemed ready to fall from her breasts as she raised herself slightly on her elbows.
"You look like a cowboy actor, you know?"
"Well." Tom replied, trying to affect something of a drawl, "I been around ranches. Out in the desert. Spent a lot of time out there, matter-of-fact."
"I'm from Ohio," the girl said suddenly. "Trenton, Ohio."
"That's nice," Tom drawled.
"No, it's shit." she replied. "Shittiest little town you ever saw. Everyone there's on a real bummer. I split yesterday. Grabbed a Greyhound and decided to boogie on out here. Just blew in this morning."
Tom watched the girl light a cigarette. It took her four matches before she finally ignited the thing. He wished it had taken more, because each time she struck the match, her breasts jiggled beautifully. She was exceptionally well built.
"What's jour name?" Tom asked when she finally exhaled smoke.
"Janis," the girl replied. "My real name's Mary Ellen. I changed it, though. I'm a blues singer. I'm gonna dedicate my life to Janis Joplin's memory. My folks back home wouldn't even let me play her records. Main reason I'm out here."
Tom shook his head. "Seems like an awful lot of kids out here."
Janis laughed. "Sure are. This is where it's at."
"Yeah, I guess so." Tom watched her as she sat up, crossing her legs in Indian fashion. Her long blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and fell across the white bulge of her breasts. Her rounded stomach still possessed some remnants of baby fat, but it led nicely to her smooth and full thighs. The little triangle between them seemed very small, and Tom thought he detected some pubic fur revealed by the small piece of cloth.
"How about that drink, Janis?" he asked.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Janis asked matter-of-factly.
Tom laughed, more out of shock than anything else. "Shit, ain't never crossed my mind!"
"Bullshit!" Janis grinned. "I got a sexy body, and you want to make me. I can tell."
"Well . . . goddamn . . . "
"Goddamn nothing. You older men are all alike. But the answer is no. I don't want to fuck anyone right now." Janis looked directly at Tom, then moved her hand across her left breast. She took the cup of bra and slid it to the side just far enough to reveal her large pink nipple. "Nope. Don't want to fuck." she said again, still holding the piece of cloth and revealing her nipple.
Tom was throbbing in his levis. "Shit," he mumbled, climbing out of the pool, "I need a fucking drink!"
Janis watched him, her eyes glued to the huge bulge at his groin. "You've got a hard-on," she said simply.
"That's right, little girl," Tom replied. But he was angry, and he was getting a little riled by the antics of the junior league prick teaser. He had seen enough like her in his time to know what her game was. And he wasn't about to have any part of it. A bottle of Jack Daniels, at times like these, was a man's best friend.
He felt her eyes on him as he climbed the stairs to his room. He paused for a second before opening the door, wondering if he should take another look. No, he thought, little bitch deserves to be ignored. She can play her little game with the Hollywood faggots, but not with me!
The bottle was half finished, and Tom sat in the crummy chair next to the bed staring at some cops and robbers show on the television. He had started drinking with the intention of working out his next day's plan of attack. Deep in the back of his mind was the intention. of finding Jennie. But somehow, every time he had a few drinks, his groin and the needs which surfaced there became much more important than the whereabouts of his daughter.
Tom was thinking about Elga when he heard the splashing sounds coming from outside his open window. He listened for a moment, then walked to the window. He couldn't see the pool, so he stepped out onto the landing.
The pool lights were off, and it was virtually impossible to tell who was chugging back and forth across the small area. Tom squinted down towards the water, and allowed his eyesight to adjust to the darkness. Finally, he was able to make out a small figure, and a lot of blonde hair. His groin swelled immediately as he realized that it was Janis.
She climbed out of the pool and ran across the cement to where her towel lay. In that brief moment, Tom saw that she was nude. Beautifully compact and strong, a smooth young girl with flaring buttocks and bouncing, firm breasts. Tom rubbed himself and groaned.
"Hey down there!" he shouted in a whisper.
Janis wrapped the towel around herself and stared up in the direction of voice. "Who is it?" she yelled back.
"It's me, the cowboy star!" Tom yelled. "You look cold, how about that drink?"
Janis hooked the towel at her side, then brushed her long blonde hair back. "I'm still wet!"
"It's okay, ain't my place anyway!"
Janis giggled, moved across to the stairs and ran up to the second floor. When she appeared finally in the light which emanated from Tom's window, Tom whistled.
The towel hugged her small, voluptuous body, showing every curve with beautiful definition. Her large breasts hung freely beneath the terry cloth, and her nipples were so erect that they protruded from beneath. Her legs were entirely uncovered, and it appeared as if the towel barely covered the cheeks of her ass.
"The water's beautiful!" Janis said, smiling up at Tom.
"That ain't all. Come on in!"
He closed the door behind her and pulled the drapes. Janis took a seat on the chair next to the table, crossing her legs so that the towel rose high on her thighs. "Well, here we are."
"Yup, ain't no question about that." Tom poured another drink into a paper cup and handed it to the pretty little blonde. She tasted the whiskey and frowned.
"I like grass better," she said.
"Course you do," Tom replied, laughing. "You young folks just ain't had time yet to discover what's really good."
Janis laughed. "And you folks drink this stuff cause you're pissed off you weren't born when we were."
Tom sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. He could see the almost invisible shadows high between her thighs, the promise of her young, moist sex. He groaned. "But now you're sitting here in my motel room, half naked, drinking my whiskey"
Janis set her cup on the table, reached behind her and pulled the towel away from her body. She flung it across the room. "There, now we can talk. I don't mind being naked at all."
Tom felt his prick jump to life with a violent throb. The girl was as sexy a woman as he had seen in ten years. Her breasts were large and firm, and the nipples the size of silver dollars capped by erect little buds. Her legs were strong, and her thighs meaty and smooth. "Shit, honey, you are definitely naked!"
Janis giggled and stood up. Her blonde muff was rich and full, but Tom could still see the pink slit emerging from the wonderland of her cunt. She blushed a little as Tom stared with a penetrating gaze at her cunt. "I want you to fuck me," she said simply.
Tom put his drink on the floor and took her onto his lap. She snuggled up to him, grinding her meaty ass against his throbbing groin. "Goddamn, I can feel you. You got a hard-on!"
"It happens," Tom replied.
He pulled her close and planted his mouth on hers. Janis opened her lips and her tongue darted across the void to meet his. She was warm and pliable.
"Mmmmmm . . . you kiss nice" she said.
Tom grinned. He reached down and cupped her full breast, tweaking the nipples and feeling the buds grow between his fingertips. Janis moaned and leaned back, throwing herself out towards him.
"Baby . . . hurt me!" she cried.
Tom leaned forward and licked her sweet nipple, then took the bud cleanly between his teeth and ground it slowly and gently.
"Harder, do it harder!"
Tom clenched tighter and harder, and felt her body shiver with delight.
Janis moved her hand onto his thigh, then up onto his groin. She grasped his throbbing cock and squeezed him. "Get it out of there!" she moaned as she began playing with his zipper.
Tom fell back onto the bed, pulling the nubile girl with him. She lay across him, spreading her thighs and grinding her pelvis against his groin. Her hand was still on his bulge, and she played violently with his zipper, trying to get it down.
"Goddamn," she cried, "get undressed!"
Tom reached down and pulled his jeans down, then his shorts. Janis grabbed his throbbing cock and held it. "God, it's big!" she moaned, turning herself around so that her face was at his groin and her pelvis at his mouth.
She parted her lips and sucked him inside, deeper than he had ever been inside a woman's mouth. She seemed to pulsate with her throat, working like a snake sucking in its prey.
Tom parted the girl's meaty thighs and buried his head between them. Her pink, liquid cunt shimmered above him. He tasted her juice with his tongue, making her shudder as he pried the warm skin away and stabbed directly at her erect clit.
She began grinding her pelvis down against his face as he licked solidly and powerfully. Her cunt juices flowed, and her vagina vibrated and pulsated. Tom lapped up the feast, knowing that he had never tasted anything so sweet or sensual before.
"Mmmmmm . . . . " Janis groaned when she felt his cock begin to throb violently inside her mouth. She pushed herself down on him as far as she could, grasping all of his length to the base, and relaxed as he spurted his come into her throat. Tom could feel her throat muscles working on him as she gulped down swallow after swallow of the stuff.
"Now do me," Janis said, turning around and facing him.
"I been doing you, baby," Tom grinned.
"I want to watch you doing me."
Janis told Tom to get onto the floor next to the bed. She placed herself on the edge, then pulled his head between her thighs. "There, wide open and ready. Lick me!"
Tom peered at the clean slit with the pink folds of skin between. It was a beautiful little cunt, looking unsoiled and brand new. He began licking up and down the length of her crack, slowly and evenly.
"Oh, baby," Janis moaned, rocking back and forth, but never taking her eyes away from his long tongue. "Get inside there . . . get deep inside there!"
Tom pulled apart her labia with his hands and buried his face in her muff. He stretched his tongue out as far as it would go and dug deeply into her hole.
"Oh yes . . . oh yens . . . I like it deep!"
Janis grabbed the back of his head and held him firmly against her. She began thrusting out towards him with slow, even strokes of her pelvis. When she came, she raised her hips off the bed and jerked out towards him with short, spasmodic pumps of her belly. It lasted twenty seconds, and when she had finished, she fell back onto the bed.
Tom rose, looked down at her naked, body and shuddered. He wanted her again, but there would be plenty of time for that. Instead, he went to his pants lying in a heap on the floor, pulled out his wallet and extracted the photograph of Jennie. He lay down on the bed next to Janis and showed her the picture.
"Who's that, for chrissakes, your wife?"
"My daughter," Tom replied.
"She's not much older than me, is she?"
"Nope."
Janis looked at the rugged older man next to her and smiled. "I guess you really got off on this one, didn't you?"
Tom shrugged, put the picture back in his wallet and lit a cigarette. "I'm looking for her, that's why I'm here."
"Oh, oh! Another daddy out trying to rescue his lost little girl from the wolves. Shit!"
"It ain't like that, Janis. It's different. She ran away -- well, she really didn't want to run away."
"She did, though, didn't she?"
"I've got to find her! Will you help me?"
There was a gleam in his eye as he spoke. Janis' naked body looked exceptionally inviting stretched out on the bed like that, and she knew it. "Crumb. You just want to fuck me all the time."
Tom grinned. "That's part of it. But you're young, and maybe you could ask around without raising suspicion. I'll pay you."
Janis lit a cigarette, sat up and exhaled deeply. Her breasts did not sag much when she leaned forward. "How much?"
"Couple of hundred," Tom replied.
Janis toyed absently with the hairs of her pubis as she thought about the offer. "A couple of hundred? Shit, okay. I mean why not?"
Tom grinned, took a long swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels and handed it to Janis. The sixteen-year-old swigged down a huge gulp and broke out into a coughing spasm. "Goddamn," she cried when she had finally managed to stop, "I'm gonna have to learn how to drink this shit!"
Tom laughed loudly, then moved towards the bed. When he reached hers, his cock was hard and throbbing.
"Already?" Janis said, a broad grin on her face.
Tom nodded and dove between her legs.