Chapter 6
Piss-doused labia lurched inside Jessica's mind. Her tongue fluted the hairless twat. The other one's clit frictioned against hers.
And Thomas Valentine jacked his sperm onto Jessica's tits. Rubbed it in.
Suddenly the office came back at her. Or she came back to it.
"Sorry to interrupt you, Jessica," Sylvania said without a hint of embarrassment. "Here's another assignment from the news deck."
"No problem."
The two girls were silent for a split second too long. Sylvania spoke.
"That was great and very loving-what we did last night, Jessica."
"I know that. And I appreciate what you and Ginger May have done for me."
"Uh huh. But there's something else. Something we want to do for you."
"Oh?"
"Fun among us girls is plenty fine indeed."
"I agree."
"But now a cock is what you need."
"It may be too soon."
"For what?"
"I am kind of uptight."
"The only way to get over that is to work through it. Believe me. More flesh is what you need. Not less."
"Hey, girls," Alexander said. "Sorry to bust this confab up, but I have to talk with you."
"Any time," Sylvania winked at Jessica. "Don't be shy."
Alexander looked away from Sylvania. "Please come into my office, Jessica," he said. Sylvania watched them warily.
Alexander held the thin stack of paper Jessica had submitted at the end of the previous week. A new proposal for a story.
"I'm afraid this one just doesn't work, Jessica. Not that it couldn't."
"Oh. You're saying that Godiva bit was just beginner's luck?"
"Not at all. Your instincts were right. But you might not realize what exactly made it right."
"Uh-"
"You took off on a story from the news wire. That way you had it tied into a current-or recent enough-event. On the other hand, this piece about a spooky lady who prowls downtown New York after midnight is more like-a short story."
"It's not made up."
"But it has no news tie-in. That's what I'm saying. Maybe if she were arrested for rape, murder-anything newsworthy."
"You think I should trash it?"
"As it is, yes."
"No problem."
Jessica was silent. She was starting to cry, but bit her lip. It hurt.
Turned her on. "Say, Alexander."
"Yes."
"If I juiced up that piece with a lot of detail-no, wait-if I strip it down, it might go into one of the pulp tabloids."
"Those supermarket rags don't pay stringers very well. But you might try it on your own. Just take out all the adjectives and adverbs. If you could interview her and get a couple quotes-"
"I think I will."
There was a rap at the door.
Roger peeked in.
"Say, chief. Oh, hi, Jessica. I hear I got some new competition in the reporting arena."
Jessica blushed. "Not from this girl."
"That's not what I hear," Roger said.
"It's only one feature," Jessica demurred.
"But it's a start," Alexander added.
"And a mighty impressive one, if I do say so," Roger said. "Listen, Alexander. There's something that just came in-a ways out of my line."
"What?"
"Big-name protest. Convocation on women and censorship. Literature and crime and freedom of the press and a lot of other shit mixed in. I can do the initial piece today-but it might be an idea for a series of articles. Syndicate them to a lot of the local papers, maybe Sunday magazines."
"You know," Alexander said. "One of the problems with a gig like this is that-in addition to the research-a whole team would be needed to cover the story. If it's that big."
"More like a convention," Jessica said. "Supposed to be. I read about it. It's going to be in London-isn't it?"
"Yeah," Roger shot in.
"Quite an expensive jaunt," Alexander muttered. "I don't know if it would be worth the financial expense to the bureau. I mean, the big companies have a leg up on us there."
"Sounds exciting," Jessica said. "The expense could be kept down a little if the crew was small and all shared a suite or two."
"That okay, Jessica?" Roger said.
Alexander stroked his bristly chin.
"You up for it, Jessica?" Alexander said.
"Up to the hilt."
"Let me think on this," Alexander said. "No, wait. Jessica, tell Sylvania to book roundtrip passages between New York and London and make reservations for five at the Mayfair Hotel."
Jessica mentally selected the five bods most likely to go. Her eyes lit up.
Cunt streamed alive.
"Sick sex is always the best," Jessica told herself while the others slept.
Budget flight. And it was true they were all on their way. She had to admit, though, that an overnight tourist-class flight from New York to London was not her preferred cup of tea.
No kicks tonight, she grimaced, looking once more at the man sitting just across the aisle from her. She felt her pulse quicken. Ladyjuice thicken. Beginning to trickle ticklishly from between her temblant twatlips.
Jessica rubbed upward with her thumb across her nipple. Brought the glass of champagne to her mouth. She watched the dark-haired man across the aisle dare to glance at her, batting his shiny dark eyes.
Of course Suzanne understood why the dark man looked at her the way he did. He was her neighbor. Not only her neighbor at home. He now sat across from Jessica on an international flight.
If Jessica had planned it, it would never have worked. But there sat Thomas Valentine-if indeed that was his name.
Maybe she would ask him.
Or maybe she would just do it to him.
She had lost her fear now.
She wouldn't wind up a whore-the fate of almost all young girls who came into New York from the sticks to be actresses, models, singers, writers, artists, lawyers, or dancers.
Sure, she might well fuck and suck on her way to the top. That was the law of the cosmopolitan acid-rainforest jungle of the world that counted.
The world of big bucks. Lowdown hijinks with ritzy kinks. Shiny dark stretch-limos and diamond-studded fur cockrings.
Hobnobbing with hard-on honchos. Disco in San Francisco, rubdown with Crisco, up in time for a bunch-punch in her haunch before lunch.
Joyriding through the fastest lane of life.
Long glitzy green, hard cash and snazzy ass.
Sure it was rough at first. But Jessica would become mistress quickly of the ruse of abuse of anyone who was worthwhile for her to use.
First you pay your dues.
Then you turn the screws.
Jessica had paid.
Jessica had turned.
She could dress the two men accompanying her as Cuban gigolos if she felt like it. Force them to fuck on her in tandem. Humiliate both of them by fucking some bulldyke on top of them.
Tingling tango of puss in boots. Torrid tangle of bustling boobs and sly buttocks. Limber fingers and tongues linked like mating lizards.
Jessica again flicked her tit with her thumb. Feeling it bounce just so. Watching the man's eyes narrow and jaw slacken weakly.
Seeing tongue loll forth ever so slightly. Between parted, juice-covered lips that implied their secrets with a curl.
The dark man's fantasies could be accomplished if he liked. And if Jessica liked.
You like? Jessica said to him with her eyes.
If so, he would have to bend. Lick and do it Jessica's way.
Jessica sloshed the champagne down her throat. Glared down the aisle for a flight attendant.
"Something wrong?" the man said with vacant predatory smacks of his jaw.
"Need more bubbly," Jessica said with more than a trace of annoyance.
"Won't you have some of mine in the meantime?" the dark-haired man said smokily.
He lofted a small bottle of champagne toward Jessica, filling her glass.
"My name's Thomas Valentine. But I take it you knew that already. And you're Jessica James, aren't you?"
"No mistake," Jessica uttered, utterly composed and covering her fervor for the fuck.
The heaviness of Thomas Valentine's wolfish voice had her by surprise. Right by the green-gold dyed hairs of her quimmy-quim-quim.
His throatiness had sounded as if he were already in the wilds of orgasm.
Jessica felt the buzz like bees hovering over her torso from cunt to nipples. She took a peek in confirmation of what she knew.
Her nipples were erect and tingling.
There might well be the opportunity for some in-flight frolics, even cooped up here in tourist class steerage.
"Cheers," he said eagerly.
Jessica silently met the dark eyes. And in her mind she played at the slick, oily dark tendrils of hair hanging from Thomas Valentine's head.
Tied them in knots. Yielded her asshole to them, then popped the oiled knots out of her bung one by one as he slickered her clit to orgasm with working lips.
Yes, the clench of yip on Jessica's clit was just what she needed.
Jessica wouldn't be surprised if that dark one were a professional lady-killer.
So what if she had seen him in drag-queen hangouts and dyke joints.
That proved nothing.
He was a cockster for sure.
Gigolo.
Rake.
Jessica swished the champagne foam through her thick saliva, rinsing her parched mouth.
She felt an elbow jostling her titflesh as Alexander shifted in his dreams.
In an instant, Jessica brought her leg curled about Alexander's ankle. She slid her calf up the inside of his thigh, furtively searching with her free hand for his cock.
Fumbling wildly underneath his coverlet.
"What's the fucking problem, Alexander baby?" Jessica said mildly, watching the dark-eyed Thomas Valentine watch her handle her man.
Alexander, only partly awake, shoved his mouth into Jessica's tits. Her champagne glass tilted and spilled.
Champagne dappled her silk blouse to near transparency. Her red-rouged nipples showed up clearly erect on conical mounds of jiggling flesh.
Alexander spoke from within his own dreams.
"You cuntless gash dyke slit," Alexander murmured as he knocked the remainder of Jessica's champagne over her thighs, rubbing it in.
There was heat in her clit as his hands wallowed in the folds of her skirt. A burning for the fuck. But only the way she wanted it.
"I have to change," Jessica gushed, out of the corner of her eye keeping contact with the dark-haired man.
Roger snorted out of a high snore, awakened from where he slumbered in the window seat. He took up his glass of champagne and drained it.
"Jessica needs a change," Alexander said to him.
"You finished fucking already? Mouth, ass, and cunny too?" Roger said sleepily, looking about for more champagne.
"Cocksucking little imp," Jessicasaid, unbuckling her seatbelt.
I'll
"A change of clothes," Alexander said to Roger as he searched through the carry-on baggage they had shoved randomly underneath their seats.
Roger opened up his peepers and saw Jessica's slime-coated form. He yiped in a quick giggle, spurting a frothing jet of champagne from his yip.
"All your real clothes are checked on through, Jessica," Roger said, noticing the nakedness beneath Jessica's wet blouse. "Just as you said to do, tootsie."
"Fuck," Jessica muttered wetly, rising into the aisle space, throwing her hip out.
Roger noted the man now staring at Jessica's fanny waggling like a nun in heat.
"Got some of my duds here might fit you," Alexander remarked casually, exchanging glinted glances with Roger and repressing a waffle of laughter.
"You two simpering fucks just laugh your lame tails off," Jessica sneered.
Two flight attendants hurried up. Roger quickly had one running for more champagne while the other one, a bleach-blond fairy with a tight haircut, wiped off the seat.
Jessica heard Ginger May and Sylvania, in the row of seats directly behind her. They had awakened, groggy, bitchy.
"We're about the same size, Jessica," Ginger May-said just above a whisper. "I'll dig something comfortable out of my valise and meet you in the was-hroom."
"Where are those two going?" Alexander said rudely, watching their asses pop on down the aisle to the rear of the jumbo jet.
"Shameless, aren't they?" Roger said, breaking open the champagne.
"I'm following them. There's something up."
"What?"
"You know Jessica."
"Not really," Roger said.
"Mean she hasn't fucked you yet? I can tell she's getting ready to jump on you, buddy. I don't give a shit. You must understand, despite her humble office demeanor, she's an incomparable bitch-but I do feel compelled to warn you. Not that you'll pay any heed to the whinings of her boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? Aren't you married?" .
"Aren't you? Since I first fucked her the other day-she was a virgin, can you believe?-I have separated from my wife only to have Jessica tell me she wants to play around."
"You make her sound most intriguing, Alexander. Perhaps I should get to know her better."
"Come on, Roger."
"What for? Oh, yes. Jealous boyfriend act. No, I haven't slept for two days. I'm slugging down some champagne then going back to knockout land."
"Some friend."
"I'm just getting my rest so I'll be up to fucking with her when it's my turn."
Ginger May's pussy pulsed in front of Jessica's face. She could see the lace of Ginger May's panties peeking out from her crotch as she squatted before her, skirt hiked up over her thighs, wiping down Jessica's raw flesh with Sani-Wipes.
Jessica puked a stomachful of champagne into the toilet as Ginger May held her head deep in the bowl. She rubbed her wet cunt with her fingers. Did she dare to forcefuck Jessica in the washroom? Of course she did.
"Here, let me dab you with this before you, uh, get dressed again, Jessica. This okay?"
Ginger May held aloft a gauzy oversized teeshirt that served as a sleazy minidress.
"Wonderful. Are you sure you don't mind my wearing this?"
"Shit, no. You can keep it-or do whatever you want-it's just something I shoplifted-"
"Oh, excuse me," Thomas Valentine said as he opened the washroom door Jessica had left unlocked, certainly on purpose.
"Come on," Jessica said. "You can take a piss. We'll hold you steady."
Thomas Valentine shot a look down the cabin. He lurched inside the restroom with the girls.
"You an actress?" he said to Ginger May.
"Oh, I could never be an actress," Ginger May said, reaching for some dry paper toweling. "I'm afraid I haven't the character."
"That can be acquired," Jessica insinuated with a slow exhalation.
Her boobs rose and fell.
The hard nips shaking as Ginger May dried them. Pinching them desirously between thumb and forefinger as she wiped with the rough material.
"This bathroom's awfully small," Jessica said.
"I'll move around," Ginger May said.
"Here, Ginger May, you sit on the toilet while I try to get into this," Jessica said determinedly, hoisting the minidress over her head.
"I'd better help," Valentine said, standing behind Jessica.
He placed his palms squarely on Jessica's tits. Pressed a hot thigh to Jessica's ass.
Jessica turned around and took him in her puke-laced embrace. Their tongues shared the same wet spaces. Running rampant like serpents.
Ginger May felt their message. Telling her she must go down. Subtle but sure. Forcing her fanny onto the toilet seat.
Then the two pairs of mitts gripping her by the earrings. Twisting her head forward. Into the soft center between festering thighs.
Smack into wet-running bikini underpants.
She reached both her hands up. Slipping inside the brief panties. Feeling up Jessica's taut arsecheeks with both hands.
Her fingernail finding the smirking pucker.
Mouth tasting the brine of Jessica's foaming quim. Pulling hairs with her teeth as she nipped about in her crotch.
"The fuck you doing?"
Alexander was heard muffled through the door as he rapped with both fists.
"I've been out here ten minutes. What are you doing, waiting for puberty?"
"Almost ready," Jessica called out sweetly.
She sucked one tendril of Thomas Valentine's wet hair. Then smacked Ginger May's face unexpectedly with the back of her hand simply because she knew she could get away with it.
"Yeow, bitch! Jessica, why are you acting like this? You've become a monster."
"Wait here while I get rid of lover-boy," Jessica said crisply.
She slid easily into the teeshirt minidress and was out the bathroom door in a flash.
Alexander stood open-mouthed and speechless. A silence, Jessica thought, somewhere between a raucous laugh and a howl of rage.
"Listen, Alexander," she said seductively, "I had to put in my diaphragm."
Her eyes indicated the empty rows of seats in the ack of the tourist cabin. "Did your girlfriend have to give you hands-on instructions?" Alexander replied breezily. "We were talking-you know how it is-"
"Afraid so-"
"She's a little airsick too-"
"Well, fancy that."
Alexander was beginning to learn something about the new Jessica. Right now she was hot young meat. She was on the road to being a somebody.
But in a few months, when her tight little quim was all raw, her mouth stretched out, her pucker hanging halfway down the back of her thighs, she'd be a nobody again.
Jessica looked again toward the empty seats as the cabin lights were lowered and the movie screen began to glimmer.
"You're nuts," Alexander said, suddenly uncomfortable. He knew she could force him to do whatever was her whimsy.
And he would fuck her wherever, whenever, and however she wished.
They climbed down a row of seats to one side of the rear of the airplane. There were a couple of figures who might have been able to see them, but they were either asleep or focused in on the movie screen in front.
Too bad, Jessica snotted to herself.
Jessica began unzipping Alexander's pants.
Feeling the hardness that grew up along his belly. The thickness of the bare head popping up over the waistband of his trousers.
"Get ourselves naked, baby. More fun that way," Jessica said.
Alexander jimmied up the armrests between the seats to give them more room. He made sure the seat backs were up straight to lessen the sight angles to passers-by.
Jessica flipped off the teeshirt in one easy motion, then wrapped a blanket over her shoulders. She. inched off her wet panties, jerking at her clit, as Alexander stripped down.
"Lie down on your back, Alexander."
He sighed, almost chuckling as he leaned back. Cock throbbing up between his hands. Balls billowing like oily clouds.
Jessica climbed up over him. Her cunt pressing down on his length of dick as she sttaddled him flat. Watching his eyes light up.
As he heard the clink of metal. Felt the seatbelt snap about his wrists.
She moved down and secured his ankles expertly, then tugged the third seatbelt around his neck. Jacking all the time with her free hand.
Bobbing up and down on the head of his striving penis with her mouth. Torturing him with whip-like lashes of her tongue.
Jessica then slid into the oversized teeshirt, flipped the blanket over Alexander's nude erection, signaled good-bye.
She grinned at him as he moved his lips soundlessly. He couldn't very well cry out for help, now, could he?
"I want the vibrator. I think it's in my makeup kit that Ginger May borrowed-in the bathroom."
Then she scat like a cat, and ducked into the washroom. Ginger May was on the toilet seat, rubbing her cunt with Jessica's discarded blouse. Thomas Valentine's curved dong was playing between her tits.
"Be back, you two," Jessica said shortly. "I'll get the champagne.
"Just a second, honeyclit," Ginger May said, holding up a vial of glittering crystal.
Jessica shot her hips forward, raising the hem of the teeshirt. Ginger May stripped Jessica's panties to the floor.
Thomas Valentine strung his pecker down Jessica's throat. He began to shoot off warm jets of fresh urine.
Then Ginger May pressed a few fingertips coated with the white powder between Jessica's hot-running cuntlips. Smooching her there to take up some of the energy from the powder.
The jabbering prick was still in her yip. The pizzle had ceased, yet Jessica gnawed the knob with innate fury.
Jessica dropped her hem and eased up against the door. The cool burn of the drug shot from her twat like an icicle up her asshole.
Speared her nipples and her throat with white-hot energy for the fuck.
Throwing a kiss back at her lovers, Jessica darted up the aisle. She saw Roger laid out beside a nearly full bottle of bubbly.
As she bent to take the firm cool neck of the bottle in her hand, she felt Roger's fingers close about her wrist.
"Not so fast, Jessica."
"Who do I have to fuck for a drink around this place?" Jessica said as she slid onto the seat next to Roger.
"You're looking at him."
"Take a suck of cunt as down-payment?"
He shook his head slowly.
Jessica was in a playful mood. She'd let him have a taste for now. The real fun would be later, when she would make him pay for his play.
"It has to be quick and dirty this time, Roger my man. I'm afraid I've already tied up my boyfriend back there and-"
"There's a lady in waiting as well, isn't there?" Roger said as he groped her firm cone-shaped knockers.
His fingers did some walking up the insides of her thighs. His eyes sparked as he felt her move against him.
Maddeningly naked, she was, beneath her borrowed teeshirt minidress.
"I'm taking your pants down," Jessica answered in reply to his unspoken, obvious question as he squirmed on top of her.
"They'll see my ass," he hissed.
Her hand connected with a surprisingly enormous growth of cock. She had jerked him off in seconds, the small discharge of sperm scattering like tiny marbles across her belly.
"You slime-bitch," Roger said crudely. "That one doesn't count at all."
"I should say not," Jessica iterated snidely.
Roger shot a swig of champagne down his gullet, then brought the lips of the bottle up to Jessica's drooling maw.
He entered her slowly, still stiff. Readying once more for another shot of come.
Jessica gagged on the foaming liquid. Spat greenish froth from between her teeth.
Felt Roger rut maniacally right up to her navel. Then watched as his hips shot back, popping his prick from her pussy.
He aimed the burgeoning head at her face as he sprayed off a pulse of jissom. Then another, hitting her flailing tongue as he advanced, shooting, into her agape mouth.
Jessica swallowed the juice eagerly. She tasted the crystal powder Ginger May had shoved in her cunt. Brought to her yip by the brisk prick that had fucked her there.
Her tongue and teeth worked with her lips along the long thick dong. Snapping up the drug that had infused the dick during its brief rut.
She twisted about, now kneeling in front of him, bending her tits to his face. Whispering wetly into him.
"There's some kind of drug powder in my cunt. You'll give it a suck now, won't you?"
Roger dropped his head down past her waist.
"You'll give Jessica what she needs, now, won't you, dear-give it now!"
As his jaw worked feverishly, Jessica eased back. Splitting her thighs. Burying his nose in her soft dyed-golden fur.
Feeling his grin as he gnawed her flesh. Seeing the ladyjuice glaze his cheeks.
Ushering the liquid release from inside her. Washing his face down with golden showers from a golden cunt.
Rinsing Roger with her piss. Drenching his face. Rubbing it in. Streaking his hair with foaming champagne-imbued urine.
Sylvania's sleepy head popped up from where she had been catnapping in the row behind them.
"What's up, you two buggers?"
"Here, Sylvania. You take him. I got him all warmed up for you."
Jessica seized up the bottle of champagne and, lowering the hem of her teeshirt minidress, trotted off down the aisle.
"May I help you?" Jessica heard the female voice of the airline attendant ask behind her.
"You could fetch up another bottle of champagne for our party," Jessica heard Roger respond.
There was a squeal and Jessica lunged forward into a full sprint.
She passed the back row to look in on the bound Alexander. That one might be dangerous if he got mad, Jessica reminded herself.
Empty seat where he had been.
Where was he?
Jessica moved quickly, scratching her fingernails along the outside of the bathroom door. Hearing Ginger May gasp inside.
As if choking on come.
Make a fool of her, would they?
"I have the champagne," Jessica said.
"Oh-it's you-Jessica?" she heard Alexander say, mouth obviously stuffed with Ginger May's drug-laced twatmeat.
The door opened and Jessica ducked in. She saw the crystal-frosted pecker of her boyfriend Alexander pointing up at her from his groin.
Her Peeping Tom lover Thomas Valentine had his hog mowing up and down Ginger May's split.
He watched Jessica fuck. Now she watched him in rut.
Ginger May's eyes and spread cuntlips were likewise glazed. Her nipples were stuck out like arrowheads, and the slime of Alexander's come was still visible on her chin.
Roger burst through the door. He was pantless, wet with piss and holding up another ice-cold bottle.
"More bubbly for the crew," he said with a wide smirk as he jabbed his dick at Jessica's asshole from behind.
Sylvania slipped behind Roger. Held his cock as he twitched it right up Jessica's ass.
The androgynous female flight attendant was trying to cram her hot bod into the tiny bathroom. Jessica then stood up on the toilet seat and sprayed the air with her fragrant urine.
This was more like it, Jessica thought. She'd rounded them up, herded them together. All of them were hers.
Was it all in her mind?
Could it be?