Chapter 8

Tonight I'm going to get a good fuck, Roger swore to himself as he dressed carefully in his motel room. He knotted his tie and put on his jacket. He eyed himself carefully in the mirror and passed his own inspection. He could have taken one of his distributors out to dinner with him, or he could have let the distributor give him a few telephone numbers, but Roger wanted to be on his own tonight. He'd heard that two men don't have a chance of seeing a Playbunny after work hours, but that one man, if he was very lucky, could strike home. And if that failed, well, he could call one of the distributors and see if he could still get fixed up.

Roger drove into the Loop toward the Playbunny Club. An attendant took his car at the club and Roger went inside and checked his hat. The check girl was stuffed into her costume. Her boobs bulged over the strapless top.

Roger peered at her and thought he detected a little brownish nipple showing. When the girl turned to put his hat on the shelf, Roger noticed her ass, which was quite visible in the scanty costume, which completely disappeared in the e crack of her buttocks. The girls might just as well have been bare-assed, for all you could see of them.

As Roger turned toward the dining room, he saw more Playbunnies, all dressed alike, except for the colors of their costumes. He was led. to his table by an exquisite carrot-colored haired girl with milky white skin. He appreciated the jiggling of her ass as she walked jauntily ahead of him.

"Hello," she said, in a sultry voice. "I'm Marie, your bargirl. Would you like a drink?"

Roger ordered a Scotch and sat back to enjoy the scenery. In addition to the bevy of sexy broads around, there was also a floor show going on... fairly tame, but nice to watch anyway. A chorus line of scantily clad dancers was kicking in unison and each girl wiggled suggestively, but they weren't going to strip. It reminded Roger of the Dean Martin TV show.

Before the number ended, Marie brought him his drink. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she wanted to know.

"Just between you and me," Roger said. "Are you free after work tonight?"

"Sorry," said Marie. "I'm flattered but we're not allowed to see customers after hours."

Roger wished he knew the magic word; There must be some way, he thought, to get through to these cunts. A few minutes later, another Playbunny happened by Roger's table. "My name is Nancy," she said to him. Roger stared up into her glossy blue costume. Her tits stuck out so far it was almost as if they were resting on shelves. "May I bring you another drink before I take your dinner order?"

Roger noticed that they all had set lines, delivered flawlessly. He began to wonder if they were even human, but when he saw their asses jiggling and their woman-mounds bulging under their brief costumes, he knew they had something he definitely wanted and it was definitely human---human woman, human pussy, human boobs.

Roger ordered another drink and Nancy disappeared. The chorus line got off the stage and was replaced by a trio of male musicians and a buxom girl singer wearing a slinky, revealing gown. She had a low voice, and did some bumps and grinds as she sang blues numbers.

Nancy came back with Roger's other drink, and she then stood poised over him with her pad and pencil. "Have you studied the menu, sir?" she asked.

"Yes," Roger said, "I'll have one Nancy in blue to go."

"I'm sorry, sir," Nancy said. "We're not allowed to fraternize with the customers."

"I can show you a real good time," said Roger. "I've got plenty of money... we could do the town."

"I'm sorry, sir," Nancy said.

"Well, where can I see a really good show, then?" Roger asked. "The entertainment here is a little on the tame side."

"I'm sorry, sir," Nancy said again. "I wouldn't know. Would you like to order now?"

Roger studied the menu for a few moments and chose filet mignon. "With all the trimmings," Roger said.

"Certainly, sir," replied Nancy.

Roger looked around the room and examined all the faces, tits, and asses, feeling his cock getting hard under the white tablecloth. Where was the one who would break the rules? There must be one, he told himself. There just must be one.

Soon a doe-eyed brunette came over to Roger's table and delivered his meal. She smiled brightly at him and said, "I hope everything is satisfactory, Mr... Mr... "

"Dutton. Roger."

"Mr. Dutton. Would you care for anything else?"

"You didn't tell me your name."

"Oops. I'm a little new here---and sometimes I forget the routine. I'm Suzy."

"I'd like to take you out after your through, Suzy," Roger said. "Anywhere you'd like. Drinking, dancing, floor show, movie... you name it."

"I understand you find the entertainment here a little on the dull side, Mr. Dotton."

"Dutton. Roger."

"There's a little spot not far from here." She handed him a matchbook with the address written down inside.

"When you get to the door, tell the bouncer you're a friend of mine. Maybe I'll even see you there."

Roger ate his steak and listened to the trio and singer. Suzy came back to take his order for dessert.

"Cheese cake," Roger said, looking over her tall voluptuous frame. She had olive---colored skin and big gray eyes.

Her costume was shocking pink and he imagined the pink little cunt that was hidden under it.

"Cheesecake," Suzy said. "Coming right up, Mr. Dutton."

Soon a Playbunny in green sauntered up to the table with his dessert. "Hello. My name is Amy and I'm here to take your order for an after dinner drink."

"How is the Amy?" Roger asked.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but we're not allowed to fraternize with the customers," Amy rattled off in a drone. "Would you care for an after dinner drink?"

"No thanks," Roger said, "You can bring my check."

"Yes, sir," said Amy.

Roger finished his coffee and left the club. The address on the matchbook Suzy had given him wasn't far and Roger was there soon.

He was admitted easily by a man at the door who seemed to known just who Suzy was. "Will she be here tonight?" Roger asked.

"Yes," the man answered. "Our floor show will be starting soon," the man said, "but please go in and get a table. Have a drink on the house."

The place was occupied mostly by men. One or two couples sat at a table, and the waitresses were pretty, but by no means dressed like the Playbunnies. They wore long skirts and sexy tops. Music came from speakers lining the room.

Roger ordered a drink, and it wasn't long before the place began to fill up. Soon the lights dimmed and the curtain opened. A small chorus line of six dancers came out and began to wiggle suggestively.

Suzy was not one of the dancers, and Roger wondered what her connection at the place was. Maybe she waited on tables here after she was through at the Playbunny Club, he thought.

Suddenly the girls on stage were doing more than wiggling, Roger noted. Slowly, and in unison, they began to remove bits and pieces of their costumes, until they were down to G-strings and bras. Then the drum rolls began and each girl removed her bra. All of them had magnificent globular boobs and each of them spun around in a different direction. Roger watched them flapping in the various colored lights, and his cock began to get hard. God, he wished he could get his hands on one of them.

After the chorus line went off the stage, a comedian came out and told dirty jokes. Roger really enjoyed the performer, but he wished Suzy would get here. He had to admit, though, that this show was better than the last one he's been to.

Soon a girl with pasties came over to his table. She'd Â" been one of the dancers. The girl jiggled her boobs at Roger and asked if she could get him another drink.

"Yes," Roger said. "What are you doing after the show?" he asked.

"Well, now, that depends," she said. "Who told you about this place?"

"Suzy."

"Oh. Well, let's just wait till after before we talk any further," she said.

"When will Suzy be here?" Roger asked.

"Any minute, now," the girl said.

"How long does the show last?" asked Roger.

"Well, that depends too," said the girl. "You've never been here before, I take it."

"No," Roger said.

"Well, I'm sure you'll like it. Really, the show has just barely started, so stick around. You won't be disappointed."

Roger didn't know what was coming, but he had no intention of leaving, at least until he could find someone to leave with He didn't care how much stripping and sexy dancing he saw on the stage, he wasn't going to jerk off again tonight. Tonight he was going to push his cock into some hairy pussy and fuck and fuck until he couldn't fuck any more, and then he was going to shoot out a big gob of come into some tight wet hot cunt and ram his cock up and up and in and out and in and out until he couldn't ram it one more time. Then that cunt was going to close itself tighter and tighter around his hard. prick and squeeze him til he thought he'd die of pleasure. That's what Roger Dutton wanted and that's what Roger Dutton was going to get.

He hoped he'd get it from Suzy, but he'd take it from any of the girls he saw working here. They were all pretty, all young, early twenties, all had great bodies and he was sure each had a hot lovely cunt ready and waiting for his tool.

Soon the curtain opened again and two lovely bare-breasted black girls came out and did a sexy African-type dance, wiggling their pelvises suggestively and letting their tits twirl around freely. Roger stared hard at them and thought he saw black cunt hair peeking through their grass skirts.

In the middle of this number, Roger felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He turned around and there was Suzy, dressed in slacks and a T-shirt that stretched tight across her ample boobs. "Hello, Roger," she said. "How do you like the show?"

"I like it just fine, Suzy. I hope you'll join me for the rest."

"Oh, I'd love to Roger, but I work here. I have a number coming up soon, and I've got to get back stage and change now."

"Well, maybe after the show we could have a couple of drinks."

"I have something in mind I think you'll like, Roger," Suzy said. "Just sit back and enjoy the show. I'll see you in a little while."

Suzy disappeared and Roger wondered what kind of an idea she had. All he knew was that if he didn't get his hands on those huge tits and his cock in that pussy he'd go crazy. He longed to touch his fast-growing cock, give it a few squeezes to make it feel real good, but he decided to wait until the lights got even dimmer so no one would see him.

A drum roll sounded again and the m.c. announced that the "Sensational Suzy" would be out next.

Roger's eyes were riveted to the stage. Suzy appeared in a long black gown with a halter top out of which her breasts were spilling. She had on long black gloves, a black hat, and the highest heels he'd ever seen. She put one foot up on a chair and sang a song in French. Roger couldn't understand the words, but he understood well enough I Suzy's gestures and gyrations.

She seemed to be looking directly at Roger as she began to take oil her clothes--first her gloves, then the skirt to her dress. She turned her back- toward the audience and Roger noticed that the bottom of this costume, too, was cut to go up between her ass cheeks. She bent over and wiggled her tail at the audience, and swung her legs over and around the chair a few times. Her costume was so skimpy that it also crept up the crack of her pussy, and the fleshy lips spilled over the black costume. Roger could see the outline of her erect clit in the spotlight. He looked at Suzy's face and had no doubts she was turning herself on with this sexy dance.

From time to time, Suzy passed the back of the chair or the legs of the chair between her own legs, skimming her crotch and wiggling her cunt close to the chair. My God, Roger thought, if she wasn't wearing that scanty costume, she'd be fucking herself with the chair legs.

Suzy turned her back to the audience again and reached her hands up behind her back and took off her halter top. Then she faced the audience again with her huge boobs exposed under the spotlight. She had big brown nipples that stuck straight out at Roger. She put her hands on her tits and squeezed them together, then let them fall and bounce. Then Suzy spread her legs apart and held her arms out to the sides, bent her knees and did some little hops toward the audience, wiggling her hips and boobs as she moved.

Roger's cock grew harder and harder and his eyes were riveted to Suzy's motions. He wondered when she was going to take off the rest of her clothes. He had no doubts that she would eventually strip completely.

Soon Suzy began to slow down her frenetic movements and she began to peel off the bottom part of her costume---the panties. Down, down, down she rolled the panties, ever so slowly, down past her belly button, slowly, slowly, until the first hint of dark pussy hair showed. She kept rolling them down farther and farther until her entire thick curly patch was visible.

She took the panties completely off and stood in the spotlight completely naked except for her shoes. Then she spread her cunt-lips apart and rubbed her finger over her clit until it stuck out a little.

Then Suzy left the stage and began to walk sensuously around the room, stopping at each table and writhing her body suggestively at all the men, inviting them to pinch her ass or give her boobs a little squeeze.

Roger's cock was practically leaping out of his pants by now, and as Suzy approached him he shoved one hand into her pussy and another onto her tit.

He diddled with her clit and her boob. He was so excited he was almost ready to come without anything touching his dick except his clothing.

"Come with me," Suzy whispered.

"Where?"

"Up on the stage."

"Suzy, I don't want to go on the stage with you. I want to take you back to my hotel."

"Believe me, Roger, you want to go on the stage with me."

"What are we going to do?"

"Whatever you like."

She took his hand and led him to the stage. She wiggled all the way back through the club to the platform, and when they got there, she leaned her body against Roger's and kissed him passionately with her tongue inside his mouth.

"Umm," she said, feeling his cock against her. "You've got a nice big hard-on for me, haven't you."

Roger felt embarrassed, but Suzy said to him, "Don't worry. These men are jealous of you. They'd give anything to be in your position right now."

She unzipped his fly and pulled out his bulging purple rock hard cock. She rubbed it over her body, between her tits, between her lips, over her thick black bushy pussy. Then she pulled Roger's pants completely off and took off his jacket, shirt and tie.

She turned him toward the audience and walked behind him to lean against his back and rub her body over his. She put her arms around his waist and reached down to toy with his prick.

Then she let Roger feel her all over, her tits and her ass and her pussy. He stuck his fingers inside her wet hot cunt and wiggled them around. Then he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hard clit until Suzy was gasping for breath. They were both moving in time to the hard driving music.

"Do you want to fuck me, or should I suck you off?" Suzy said.

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck` her," the audience shouted back.

"No, suck him, suck him," other members of the audience responded. "Give him a blow job," yelled a man in the comer..

"How about licking my cock for a few seconds and then letting me fuck you in the cunt and in the asshole," Roger said.

"Fantastic," said Suzy. She put his prick in her mouth and pulled in her cheeks. Then she raised and lowered her head, bringing his glistening prick out of her mouth on each stroke for all the people to see. She continued doing this, and also flapping her tongue against the tip of his cock until he could bear it no longer.

Then Roger laid Suzy down on the floor of the stage and got on top of her. She guided his dick into her pussy and sighed as he entered her hole. In and out, up and down, they moved to the beat, Roger's balls thumping against her ample ass.

When Roger was close to climaxing, he removed his dick from her twat and said, "Let me go in your ass now, Suzy."

Suzy turned over and got on her hands and knees, giving the audience a sideways view. Roger spread her cheeks apart with his hands and then reached under and collected her dripping cunt juice in his palm. He rubbed it over his cock and aimed for her little brown tight asshole. His prick went in easily and he felt himself immediately being squished by the tightness of her ass. He held off coming as long as he could, to savor the pleasure of being so tightly held, but his staying power was nearly gone. In and out, in and out he moved his dick, and suddenly, without warning and without his wanting it to, the juice welled up in his balls and shot out his cock, filling her ass with gobs of cream.

Suzy squeezed every last drop out of his thrusting tool. When he was finished coming, she pulled herself off of him and said, "Thank you. That was delightful."

She gave him his clothes and he put them on quickly and took his seat again. Suzy was already back in the audience picking out the next lucky man.

She walked around and around each table, inviting the customers to feel her up again. She stuck her tits into some mouths and stood in ecstasy while the men sucked and played with her.

A few times Suzy reached under the table and played with a cock. She even approached the few men who were with a woman and diddled their cocks a little, talking dirty to them, telling the women that she would not choose any of their men because they would give them a good fuck after the show and she didn't want to wear them out. Finally Roger saw her whisper in the ear of one man who was alone at the bar.

He followed her up to the stage and she asked the man to lick her cunt. Roger had a clear view of Suzy's clit being whacked off and she moaned with pleasure.

"Now let's fuck," Suzy said to the man. And he got on top of her and they went through the old in out in out until they both climaxed convulsively, shuddering and moaning together.

The man hurriedly put on his clothes and Suzy again stepped out into the audience. This time she choose two men simultaneously.

The three of them walked up to the stage and she undressed them both. "You can do with me whatever you wish," Suzy said. The men took turns playing with her boobs and her pussy and then she alternated between the two, sucking each one's cock.

Finally she settled on one of the men to suck, and it was clear to Roger that she was going to finish him off then and there.

Up and` down her head bobbed pulling the man's prick to glorious heights. She took his balls in her hands and squeezed gently, slurping on his dick all the while, until he couldn't contain himself and white cream spilled out of his prick into Suzy's mouth and dribbled down her chin. She licked all of it up and gave the man's prick a final kiss. Then she took the other man's dick and placed it between her massive tits and squished her breasts around it and moved her body sensually up and down, until he too shot his spunk all over her.

She rubbed the creamy semen all over her body, enjoying every touch. Her hands moved up and down her body, coming to rest in strategic spots, fingering over others, until she reached her twat, which she played with endlessly, working herself into a frenzy, moving her hips in time to the music.

Roger started for the door, watching her orgasm out of the comer of his eyes. When he reached the door he asked the bouncer, "How long does this go on?" and the man replied, "Until Suzy decides to stop."

"She looks about finished," Roger said.

"No, she'll give five or six more customers a little fun before she's done."

Roger shook his head and started back for his hotel, not entirely sure he wasn't dreaming.