Chapter 14

Jeff's night-time assignments gave him time to see some of New York City. Jan got so depressed she told him she didn't care to go anyplace. But that didn't stop him from doing some sight-seeing.

He went to the Plaza Bar and admired the oak panels. The gay nineties decor in the place impressed him, the rich dark woods, the glistening white marbles, were all striking to look at, and then he went for a walk through the park. It seemed like such a beautiful, safe place during the day; children playing ball, old people walking slowly, and kids climbing on the giant-size rocks located near a beautiful lake which reflected the impressive New York skyline, and the fleecy white clouds drifting across the horizon.

And then, he went to the Museum of Modern Art, but he picked the one day of the week it was closed so he didn't get to go inside. Walking up to Lincoln Center, he admired the beautiful new buildings. And then going down into the guts of the city, he took a subway to the

Staten Island Ferry. When he got there, he took the boat ride to the island, and en route it passed the fabulous Statue of Liberty, with its inspired freedom torch, held high.

Coming back to the Village that night, he thought he'd tell Jan about all the things he had seen. But all he found of her was a note telling him she was going to visit Debbie.

He went to the bar where he got an' assignment from Dave. "Well, pardner," Dave smiled, "What do you think of our big city, anyway?"

"I'm in love with New York," he smiled, "Today I had a lot of fun just going for a walk through Central Park. It is such a fascinating place-so many people. And I finished the day off going to Staten Island, and enjoying the sight of the Statue of Liberty set against the beautiful New York skyline."

"Now, that's the way I like to hear someone talking," Dave enthused, "Too many people knocking this town-and what would we do if we didn't have New York?"

"I don't know," I said, "New York has been good to me!"

"Well, tonight I hope you perform well for these chicks. If you do, there'll be re-runs!"

"Good," he smiled.

He took the names and address and hurried in a taxi to his work. Indeed it was a plush place in the fifties. And a beautiful older woman answered the door.

"Hi," Jeff grinned.

"Good evening, Jeff," the woman smiled. "Won't you come in?" Jeff was delighted to come in for the woman had retained much of her youthful good-looks. "My name is Lucille," she began, "and this is Claire."

Claire, an attractive blonde, got to her feet, "Hi, stud," she nodded, gesturing for Jeff to sit down.

"Hi, looker," he shot back.

"I hope I heard you right," Claire laughed, "You did say 'looker', not 'hooker', didn't you doll?"

"If the shoe fits," Jeff laughed.

"You do have the most delightful sense of humor," the woman laughed, "They give you gag-writers to keep us laughing while you're fucking-or sucking or whatever it is you do!"

"I do everything," Jeff said, "for a price-that is!"

"Of course," Lucille smiled, "Now, we mustn't get bitchy, Claire-remember you're not bantering with some of your backstage buddies."

"You an actress?" Jeff asked quietly.

"Can't you tell?"

"Claire used to be one of the brightest lights on Broadway," Lucille said seriously. "People flocked from all over the world just to see her dance, and what a voice!"

"The pipes aren't what they used to be," Claire said huskily.

"She had a problem," Lucille said, "one we don't talk about, that ended her brilliant career!"

"Why don't we talk about it?" Claire insisted, "Tell the world Claire Craig lost her battle with the bottle, and she's performing for studs she hires to service her-come and see it, come and see it-"

Her husky voice, her blurred eyes, and slurred tones told Jeff the tragic story of her life in only five minutes of conversation.

"But, don't be discouraged, stud," Claire smiled, "I'm loaded in more ways than one! I've got enough cash to cover my crotch with diamonds. I could dazzle you with my cunt if I cared to."

"Don't talk that way, Claire," Lucille insisted. "Maintain some dignity, darling!"

"Oh, I've got scrapbooks full of dignity," Claire giggled, getting to her feet and walking unsteadily over to a shelf in the corner. "Here's one of them-look-this is me-you wouldn't recognize me now, would you, baby?"

Jeff sat there with the scrapbook spread out on his legs. And there was the name 'Claire Craig' emblazoned across a marquee, and underneath it said, 'Show-Stopper'. The critics acclaimed her below the advertisement in glittering words of praise, "Claire stops it coldhow long has it been since we saw anybody stop a show like that?"

Jeff tried to push the scrapbook away, but Claire wouldn't have it. "Read them, darlingread them-or should I read them?"

"Claire, will you put that away. We invited him over here to fuck-not to look at your magnificent past!"

"Read on," Claire carried on, "It says 'Claire Craig was a tremendous show stopper when she came out in her eye-popping gold lame form-fitting gown, and when she sang and danced the audience gave her an ovation!'-because they loved me."

"I need a drink," Jeff said nervously, not knowing exactly how to handle the staggering woman in front of him.

"So do I," she slurred.

"You've had enough," Lucille smiled, "Now, Jeff-there's the bar, baby-you fix yourself anything you want!"

Jeff gladly went to the bar and fixed a strong drink for himself and then he came back to Claire.

"Sit down in my lap," he smiled, "Go ahead."

"Let me take off all my clothes first," she insisted.

"If you want to," Jeff chuckled, "Anything that makes you happy."

"You know what would make me really happy is if you'd shed your clothes too. I'll bet you're really hung! You look so virile," she laughed.

"Virile?" Jeff asked, not quite sure what that meant. English never was his best subject in high school, but hot blooded girls were.

"Virile is the opposite of sterile," Claire giggled, shedding her clothes swiftly, and now she stood before him naked.

"Does Claire Craig have to undress all her men?" she smiled, fumbling with his buttocks, and reaching down to stroke his penis through his pants.

"No-no-I'm quite capable of doing it for myself," he smiled, "I'll show you!"

Reaching down, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his long, hard penis. "Now, this cock is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yes, yes," Claire exclaimed, "It's a beauty! I love sucking dick. I'll bet you could never guess how many cocks I've sucked in one night."

"Oh, twenty-" he laughed, as she dropped to her knees, bringing the huge penis closer to her lips.

"No, no, guess again," she giggled, letting her tongue lick out, enjoying the drop of semen on its meaty head.

"Thirty-"

"No," she replied, "Forty cocks! Forty fuck-in' cocks!"

"Let's see how you do me," Jeff smiled.

"Before I get hung up on your prick-why don't you undress and go to the bedroom. Tonight is share and share alike night for Lucille and me. I'm buying cock tonight!"

"Anything you say-you're buying," Jeff reminded her, as long as she was reminding him.

"I say-suck!" she giggled.

"I'm glad you remembered I'm here too for the ride," Lucille said acidly, "shall we go to your bedroom-if that's what we care to call it."

"We should call it the pleasure room," Claire laughed, "I'm sure I've had more fucks in that bedroom than any other bedroom in Manhattan."

"That covers a lot of ground," Jeff laughed, turning and following Lucille's good-looking shape into the bedroom.

"Well, baby, Claire Craig has had a lot of mileage, and I don't mind saying so myself. I'm proud of every damned fuck I've had in my whole screwin' career! I could write a book!"

"I'll bet you could," Jeff smiled.

"But I'd lose my fans who worship me. I couldn't hurt them. I'm still the protected image for them-Claire Craig from the country. The small town girl who came to the big town and made good on the boards of Broadway, and is still humble, and sweet-juicy sweet," she laughed. "Get up on the bed, Jeff and naked!"

Jeff could see she was spoiled rotten and used to ordering people about. He wasted no time in getting up on the bed, and soon Lucille was naked beside him, stroking his back gently.

"Now, my bosom buddy Lucille will take care of your behind-and I'll do my thing on your prick!" Claire commented crisply, as if it was all decided.

And so, she went down behind Jeff, letting her tongue lash between the cleavage of his buttocks. And, Claire Craig naked and turned-on, pressed her breasts against Jeff as her body slid down to his penis.

"You're a frisky little fucker, aren't you, Claire?" he smiled as he saw how eager she was to blow him. He wished he had a dozen cocks now, wished he could juice it ten times as much as he was capable of as it became glaringly apparent to him how many women thought of a penis stabbing them as the big solution to their problems.

Now, Claire was licking the head of his penis, reaching over to his testicles to toy with them. At the same time her girlfriend Lucille was making good time at his behind, spreading the hot cheeks of his anus, and licking the inner walls, preparatory to sucking his ass out.

Jeff was grateful he always took showers, and used plenty of deodorant soap, and sprayed with a good lime deodorant not only under his arms, but under his nuts, and around his ass-hole. This made it nice for the women who were buying his ass to suck on, and paying plenty for the privilege of licking his nuts, and sucking his juicy dong.

"Eat my prick," he told her, "Eat it! Go ahead, honey-eat my long-dong!"

He had women figured out pretty good by this time. Good enough to know, they loved the debasing humiliation, and that his treatment was just the thing to turn them on.

"Suck my dick," he demanded, and the shopworn stage star, obliged, opening the mouth that had accepted some of the best joints on Broadway in its racy days, when orgies were even more common entertainment than today, since drugs had moved onto the popularity parade.

The moment he was sucked into her mouth he had to admit she was a superb cocksucker. While some women are just good at it, there are those women who seem born to suck, and Claire Craig seemed like a natural-born cock-sucker.

And while she sucked his penis, he felt Lucille's hot, lashing, slippery tongue sliding up his ass-hole as she stiffened it.

"Feels good, Lucille," Jeff told her, "Yes, baby, yes-suck that ass for me! That's the way to do it, baby! Suck that ass-hole, oh, wow!"

Jeff's body quivered under the impact of two hot mouths at work at the same time. As Claire sucked, he got an idea.

"Claire, honey-let me lap your pussy juices. Slip your hot mouth off my joint, and let me love you there-"

And then, she angled her body around, making it possible for him to lap away at her vagina. She liked the double-action treatment, and Lucille did feel somewhat left out, but again, could he help it if he only had one prick, and one tongue?

In between tongue lashing her hot vagina, he told her, "Eat my dick! Eat that dirty dong, you cocksucking stage star-eat it!"

Claire had to admit it, she'd met her match for a fucker. She knew she was a bitch, and as Jeff gave her the dirty-word treatment she knew he was a bastard, but she loved it!"

"Hey, baby," he laughed, "Suck my sweet ass out! Suck it!"

Lucille liked the fact he didn't forget her. Even though her ass-suck detail, couldn't compare to the lavish enjoyment of getting to lick his nuts, suck the long penis, and enjoy the delicious moment when the sperm-loaded penis, gunned off in the hot mouth of the lucky cock-sucker, she was content to play second suck, and eat ass tonight.

Higher and higher she plunged her tongue up his rectum, and when Jeff wiggled in delight, she felt her own satisfaction surface, as this was what she wanted to do all along.

"Eat it," she smiled, "Eat it," as she slipped his penis off, to watch him eat her vagina. Claire liked the fact he asked for it.

Jeff was one young man who was so uninhibited, she could tell him what to do, and he'd do it. She dug this-all the way!"

"Oh, Wow!" he grunted, as her mouth went back to sucking his joint. Stabbing it down Claire's throat, he began throat-fucking her in earnest.

"Take that, cocksucker," he gasped, almost gagging her with his wild thrusting action, "And that-and that!"

The hot, stabbing penis had done its thing, and she was feeling very fortunate to have Jeff, positively the best prick she'd had stabbing down her throat in a long, long time.

"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," he gasped, as he unloaded, "I'm shooting cocksucker, I'm shooting," he panted, as he pushed it farther down her throat, and then easing himself out, so the head of it would remain in her mouth, he sighed, "Baby, suck the juice out of it. Go after the juice!"

She gobbled down his prick, and he went to her vagina. Lashing his tongue feverishly across it, he inserted it, and whipped his tongue around her velvety vagina walls, keeping it moving in quick, jabbing movements across her clitoris.

"Ohhh, yes, yes," Claire moaned, beside herself in her sexual ecstasy. "Eat a star's cunt. Clean it, honey. Ahhh, ohhhh-love me, darling-love me, love me-"

Poor Lucille was still sucking at Jeff's tight ass-hole, until he finished eating Claire's snatch. Then, he lay back, and she pulled away, but mounted him, sliding across his chest, raising to guide her vagina lips to his mouth.

"Something to suck on," Lucille winked. "Come on, baby-you've got to lick me-I've been tongue-stabbing your ass-hole for a long, long time!"

"My pleasure," Jeff assured her. His tongue shot out and he began licking her cunt. But, she objected, "Baby, eat my ass out first. Lick it!"

Insomuch as this was what she'd done for him, he wasn't exactly in a position to refuse.

Raising her up, he held her tightly, and let his hot tongue lash along her hot ass-hole, and then he stabbed her there.

Jeff's tongue ignored the vagina hairs, the dripping quivering mound, as he did her ass-hole. But, just in time, he switched his tongue from ass-hole to pussy-well.

"Grab my tits, and play with them while you suck me," Lucille begged. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Claire was getting steamed up watching.

"Oh, that's beautiful," Claire said, "Beautiful! I'm really fascinated watching a man eat a woman-I don't know why, but it really turns me on to see that."

Vigorously, Jeff's tongue twirled around inside Lucille. And, Lucille, excited, and totally stimulated, enjoyed herself immensely.

"Eat it," she told her youthful lover, "Good boy! Eat my dirty pussy, honey-do it!"

Saying this, Lucille glanced over at Claire. She winked, and Claire winked back. . The glance exchange made them both laugh. Claire was actually saying, he called his prick dirty and said, 'eat', so I'll give him the same treatment, and tell him to 'eat my dirty cunt' and he'll love it too-maybe!

It didn't matter to Jeff. He was a tongue man, and proud of it. Pussy eating had been one of his most pleasurable pastimes ever since Morn taught him how to please a woman with his tongue.

"Suck it, ohhhh-ahhhh-I'm there, lover, I'm there," Lucille moaned in passionate delight.

Closing his eyes, Jeff pressed his mouth tighter and sucked.

He didn't pull his mouth away until he'd finished her, and then sealing her vagina lips, with a loving lick and glancing up with a little-boy innocent smile, said, "Satisfaction guaranteed with my tongue jobs."

"You're an artist the way you lick," Lucille smiled.

"So are you! My ass-hole will never be the same again," he assured her.