Chapter 6
The icy wind slashed at Christine's body as she stood looking at the billboard announcing the opening of the Ice Frolics the following night.
Madison Square Garden stood before her in all its monumental coldness. She had been ready to storm its doors and shout out Christine Gary is here, make way for the newest star in the heavens. She had been eager to accept her new role, but the bleak New York day, the indifferent New York people, and the lonely atmosphere at Madison Square Garden had quickly extinguished her early excitement.
She walked up to the ticket office and inquired about Jim Fowler. A heavy-set woman peering from behind the ticket window appraised Christine's attributes openly before directing her into the arena where Jim and his assistant were watching a final dress rehearsal. As Christine walked away from the woman, she could feel the woman's eyes fixed to her ass.
She watched for a moment as the extravagantly costumed chorus glided through an intricate routine to the tune of "76 Trombones." The spotlights played a colored kaleidoscope pattern over the chorus, while two amber lights focused on the featured dancer in the number. Christine squinted at the soloist. Her style and figure seemed familiar. She walked halfway down the aisle and stopped. She squinted once again at the spinning soloist, unable to see her face clearly. As the girl pirouetted to a stop, Christine realized why her style looked so familiar-she had skated against her many times. It was Patty Johnson, the girl who had just won the Nationals.
She wondered if Jim had contracted Patty once he felt that he was wasting his time with her. The thought frightened her. She had no place to turn-she couldn't crawl back to Dan-her life would really be unbearable. She would never again go back to the amateur rink.
"Chris!" It was Jim's deep voice, shouting loudly and happily from the first row. He had turned and saw her standing there.
She felt a sudden glow of warmth at the happy welcoming that he expressed as he raced up the aisle, two steps at a time.
He grabbed her and kissed her on the lips, then released her from his bear hug and stepped back to appraise her fully. It made her confidence return completely, to be so well received. She wanted to run into his arms and hold onto him forever.
"Chris, am I glad to see you!"
She glowed. She felt warm all over. She smiled broadly, and then she sighed deeply. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you." He had quickly erased all her doubts, all her fears, all her loneliness.
He took her hand in his and asked, "You alone?"
"Alone."
"Work or pleasure-or what?" he questioned apprehensively.
"Work and pleasure-no what's, iFs, or but's," . she assured him as she squeezed his hand.
He took the small traveling bag that she carried her skates in and led her down the aisle.
"I want you to meet my right-hand man."
The young man stood up as Christine and Jim reached his side.
"Petey Moss, this is Christine Gray."
Petey took Christine's hand tightly. "I can see why you were so enthusiastic about her, Jim. She doesn't have to skate. Just let her stand in the middle of the rink with a magenta spot on her and she'll stop the show."
Christine smiled bashfully, but was happy to accept his flattery. Then she returned some of her own.
"Jim, it's amazing how quickly I've developed a crush on Pete."
"It always happens-Pete's forever stealing my girls," Jim said kiddingly, feinting a left jab to Pete's jaw.
They all laughed, but beneath the laughter, Christine felt an enveloping warmth soothe her worries at Jim's allusion to her as 'his girl.' It would be easy for her to be his girl-he was handsome, personable and successful. Besides, she knew that she needed a man to watch over her, protect her and direct her.
"Let me see the show breakdown," Jim asked Pete, jovially.
Christine watched the rehearsal again as Jim flipped the pages on the clipboard, looking for the likely spot to insert Christine's solo.
"Perfect-we'll put her in right after Jix and Jax," he said, turning to Christine. "How many minutes does your solo run?"
"Three minutes, but I can extend it to five."
"Good-make it five." He turned back to Pete, "That'll give the chorus ten minutes to change into their costumes for the jungle number. Do you have your music; with you, Christine?" he asked.
She opened her traveling bag and brought out a tape and some sheet music and handed them to Pete.
"Get the tape set up and ready for a run through of her number in thirty minutes. Then get Sam busy on the arrangements for the orchestra." Jim commanded.
Pete was on his way as soon as the last words were out of Jim's mouth.
Jim took Christine by the arm. "Let's go see Sadie and have her find a temporary costume for you to wear until we can have one designed especially for you."
As they headed for the dressing room, Christine's head swam with the rapid sequence of events that had transpired in so short a time. She was Jim's girl-she had a solo in the top ice show in the world-she was having a costume designed for her-and she was falling in love with Jim. It was as though she had walked up to the doors of Madison Square Garden and called out, "Open sesame," and the doors magically opened to a new and exciting life.
She didn't come back to earth until she felt Sadie's tape going around her breasts.
"I got just the one for her," Sadie said, as she disappeared among the racks of colorful costumes. In a moment she reappeared, carrying a multi-colored, lace and spangled costume.
Christine sucked in her breath when she saw it. She had always thought the costumes that Dan had made for her were beautiful, but they were bland in comparison to the one that Sadie extended to her.
"Okay, honey, put it on and then come out on the rink. We'll have a run through of the tape for the time being."
He was out of the dressing room before she could express her thanks. She was slipping into her costume, when she heard a familiar voice cry out, "Chris!"
Patty ran to her and threw her arms around Christine, pinning her arms to her side.
"Are you going to be in the show?" she asked eagerly.
Patty released her bear hug and stepped back a foot.
"Yes," Christine answered weakly. She was embarrassed by Patty's display of affection. She remembered how rude she had been the last time they had seen each other. She lowered her eyes and spoke softly.
"Patty-I'm sorry for what I said in San Francisco."
"Forget it," Patty said sincerely, "I know how you feel when you skate your ass off and wind up sucking hind tit. I've wanted to say a hundred times what you said to me when some winner came over and offered their condolences-but I never had the guts."
Christine knew that Patty was sincere and it helped alleviate her embarrassment. She looked into Patty's flashing black eyes and smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Patty."
Patty squeezed her hand and for the first time Christine realized how truly lovely Patty was. She noticed Patti's jet-black hair that framed her milk-white skin-the sparkling big, black eyes-the full, round lips that seemed to pout even when she wasn't trying to be coy.
"Where are you staying?" Patty asked.
"At the Regency."
"Jim arranged for me to sub-let an apartment just two blocks away from the Garden. Why don't you share it with me-there are twin beds and I'd just love to have you as a roommate,"
"But I've already unpacked all my clothes."
"That's okay-stay there for tonight and, tomorrow, I'll help you move-what do you say?"
Christine thought about it for a moment. It would be nice to have someone to talk to instead of looking at four blank walls.
"Okay," she snawered, suddenly enthusiastic about the idea.
They embraced, and Christine indicated her overwhelming excitement.
"Good," Patty whispered in delight.
Christine suddenly moved away and gasped, "Oh my God! Jim's waiting for me to run through my routine!"
She quickly finished putting on her costume and rushed from the dressing room, calling back to Patty as she went. "We'll make arrangements later."
"Good luck," Patty called out as Christine disappeared into the corridor.
The rehearsal was over, the contracts were signed, Patty was going to help her move the next day, and she was going to dinner that evening with Jim-life couldn't be more beautiful, she thought as the cab pulled up in front of the Regency hotel.
Jim got out and held the door open for her. She felt a tingle as he took her hand and helped her from the cab.
"Eight o'clock." He smiled, then warned her, "I like my girls to be on time."
"I'll be ready," she assured him kissing him with half-parted lips.
He watched with prurient fascination as her ass swayed its way into the lobby of the hotel. The anticipation of a wonderful evening was already building up in him as he got back into the cab.
Christine puttered around the room until she suddenly realized she would be late if she didn't start getting ready. She whizzed through the ablutions, the hair-combing, the agonizing chore of picking out the right dress to wear and the right set of accessories to go with the dress.
She was applying the last stroke of lipstick when she heard the knock on the door. She looked at her watch-eight on the button.
"Damn," she muttered, "does he have to be so punctual?"
She quickly scooped up her conglomeration of makeup and dropped them in the nearest available drawer. She took one last look in the mirror and straightened her dress.
When she had opened the door, she stepped back and whirled around. "See, I'm ready-on time."
He whistled softly. "I'm ready, too," he advised her, giving out a soft wolf whistle. She was stunning in her black, chiffon mini-dress with a sedate square cut neckline. She wore a single strand of pearls around her neck. Her breasts jutted out, free of the confining pressures of a bra. Her breasts were firm-looking beneath the black chiffon material.
She went to him and put her arms around his neck. "Thank you, kind sir, for them kind words." She kissed him gently.
She then stepped back and emitted a soft, low whistle.
Jim smiled appreciatively and said, "I think the mutual admiration society had better beat it to the nearest eatery or we'll wind up eating without any food in sight."
Christine smiled, but could feel her cheeks redden at Jim's observation. She was only too aware how easily that situation could come about. They left the room and went to dinner.
The restaurant was elegant, the food superb, the wine magnificient and the conversation titillating. The had danced, held hands and kissed each other lightly between sips of wine.
The evening couldn't have been more ideal jf Christine had dreamed it up.
As they got into the cab, Christine was fearful that it was at an end but Jim immediately put her mind at ease. He winked at her as he gave the cabbie his address. She snuggled up to him as he put an arm around her, his hand brushing lightly against the side of her breast.
The short drive to his apartment house was passed in silence. She could hear the steady beat of his heart as she leaned her head against his chest. His strong hands, his massive chest, his rugged-looking chest were stimulants to her womanly body.
He held her in his arms and she pressed against him. Her arms wound around his shoulders as the elevator whizzed them up to his penthouse apartment.
She gasped as she entered the apartment. She had never seen a more exquisitely furnished apartment. The subtle, indirect lighting, the tasteful use of pastel colors in the modern furniture, the brilliant colors reaching out from the Picasso, Van Gogh and Gauguin paintings on the wall all left her slightly short of breath. She hadn't even noticed that he was leading her to the nineteenth century love seat in front of the Colonial fireplace. She sat down in a daze, her eyes glued to the flamboyant Van Gogh above the fireplace.
He poured two glasses of Bristol Cream sherry. He handed one to her, then he lifted the lid on the magnificient Garrard console stereo and placed a stack of records by the turntable.
Christine's eyes followed his every movement as though she were hypnotized. She was afraid to breathe, to think-she might wake up and the whole thing would turn out to be a dream.
She had to shake her head slightly to get herself functioning again as he lifted his glass and said, "To us and a beautiful evening-one that is just beginning."
She watched him sip from his glass.
"Aren't you going to drink that?" he asked.
She couldn't speak, she nodded, then absently gulped the glassful in one swallow.
"Pick out some records while I change into something more comfortable-how's that for a switch?" he kidded, leaving the room. She started with Mantovani Strings and placed the others of her choice on the spindle. She tossed off her shoes and waited, curling up on the divan, waiting anxiously for Jim's return.
He was wearing silk pajama bottoms, a waist-length velvet smoking jacket and slippers as he came to the divan and poured another drink of sherry for them. She raised herself to her knees as he sat beside her and they sipped their drinks. He took her glass from her hand and placed it on the huge table in front of the divan.
His arm slipped around her waist and pulled her to him. Their lips met. Slowly she melted into him.
His hand grazed her breast, brushing across the tautening nipple. She squirmed in anticipation.
He pulled his lips away, looked into her half-closed dreamy eyes and said, "Let's dance."
He could have asked her to do anything and she would have done it-fuck, suck, ream, beat-in her cunt-her ass-her mouth-her eyes, ears or nose-anything he wanted, she would do.
He put his arms around her and she ground her hips against his cock. He tongued her ear as they moved with imagined steps in time to the music. Her crotch arched into him as she emitted gasping groans of delight.
She could feel him beginning to stiffen and silently prayed he would hurry-she was in an aching agony. She was in a rutting heat, needing his cock to fill her pussy.
His hand pulled her zipper down the full length of her dress in one easy motion. His hands slipped under her dress to her shoulders, bringing her bodice forward, clear of her body. He dropped her dress to the floor. She stood there bare-breasted.
She stood there for him to drink in her loveliness, her full breasts pointing at him tantalizingly, the stiff, erect nipples beckoning for his mouth.
He wet his lips as she reached out and undid the two buttons of his smoking jacket. She looked down at his crotch and she saw his stiff, enormous cock straining against the confining silk of his pajamas.
In a flash, they were together, their mouths sucking and nipping, their tongues entwined in a love duel. She had his pulsating tool trapped between her delicious thighs and up against her red-hot pussy, moving her ass to get full enjoyment out of his pushing penis.
His hands slipped under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down below the round buttocks as his mouth sucked its way to her aching nipple.
She squealed in delight and backed her ass away from him-she wriggled out of her panties, dropping them to the floor, while she reached out and grabbed his monstrous cock sticking out in front of him. She stroked the length of it and gasped at its magnificient proportions. Her pussy began to hurt, thinking about his huge size.
Her hands pulled the front of his pajamas out to clear his cock as it stood straight out from his body. Her hand dipped in over the top and wrapped around his penis, then pressed it against his belly while she maneuvered his shorts past his rigid cock.
She had to look down at his penis. She had to see it in all its glorious length and nakedness. She gasped at the sight of it. Her hand wrapped around the middle. She noted that her fingers could not wrap all the way around his massive shaft. Her legs grew suddenly weak and she dropped to her knees, pulling her swelling nipple unceremoniously from his suctioning mouth.
He watched as she wet her lips hungrily, and opened her mouth. She gorged in passionate ravishment on his cock. Her tongue explored every blood-filled vein along the way. One hand fingered and felt the full bags of sperm hanging below the enormous cock; the other hand fingered through the thick growth of pubic hair, twirling and tugging small tufts at a time.
Her tongue ringed around the bloated head and dipped into the slit. She moved her tongue with rapid little darting movements in and out of the small hole as though she were fucking it with her tongue. The delightful sensation sent charges through Jim's body.
She, stopped, moved back a few inches, then looked at his pointing cock desirously. She licked her lips. Her eyes were glued to the blood-filled, bursting head. She moved slowly, closer and closer as she forced her mouth open, wider and wider to let his swollen monster find a moist resting place deep within her throat. She made contact-Jim tensed and arched his back. The glans disappeared into her hot, voracious mouth. There was barely room enough for her to ring the head as she moved farther onto his cock. She worked her tongue around and around the massive head as Jim's thighs began to quiver. Gently, hotly, her stretched mouth moved back and forth slowly. Jim could feel the hot, viscous sperm building up a tremendous pressure. With an amazing amount of will power he slipped his prick from her mouth.
She looked up as if her favorite toy had just been taken away from her.
"Not that way baby-not yet."
He picked her up and kissed her tenderly, his cock slipping in between her legs. His hands reached around and grabbed her firmly by the cheeks of her ass. He applied an upward pressure and she wrapped her thighs around his body. She let her weight slip down a little, feeling his cock penetrating the moist, hot lips of her hungry cunt.
He carried her in that position to the nearest armchair, while she kissed and sucked his neck and chest. He put her down and turned her around. His hands reached around, each one cupping over a sensitive breast. He pulled her to him. His cock snuggled along the deep crease between the mounds of her ass. His mouth worked along her shoulders up to her ear. Her body strained back into him. The hot cock along the crease of her ass felt like a fiery branding iron.
"Honey, straddle the arms of the chair," he whispered.
Quickly she turned around, faced the back of the chair and straddled the arms. Her forearms rested on the top of the chair, her legs spread wide and her butt forced up into an inviting position. She could feel the sticky lips of her pussy separate and gape wide open, ready to accept his luscious tool. Her pussy-juices were dripping onto the chair seat.
Jim kneeled on the chair and inched his way up close to her. He pushed his cock down and slid it between her legs as she pressured down on it. She reached down and pressed it lengthwise along her open slit, then moved firmly back and forth against the pressure. Her clitoris rubbed and bounced against the sliding cock. When Jim began to knead her nipples and cover her neck and shoulders with wet, searing kisses, her ass began to move like a piston. They shook as their passions began to build to a fever pitch-their bodies began to sweat freely and made erotic moist noises as each movement created a vacuuming suctioning sound. Christine couldn't stand it any longer-she had to have him in her. She lifted her ass and tried to bend his cock up into her hungry aching cunt, but Jim teased her.
"Not yet baby-not yet," he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes-now-now-I'm ready-I want to fuck!" she pleaded.
"Just another minute or two-it'll be that much better," he assured her and bit into her shoulder.
She cried out and relaxed on his strong cock. She worked feverishly-her ass, her loins, her belly, thrusting against him, trying to put out the fire that burned within her.
He nipped at her with his teeth, his hands pinched, rolled and tweaked her nipples as his cock swelled even more-they were both losing touch with reality in their frenzied fight with lust.
"NOW!" he croaked through his tight, clenched jaw. He lowered himself and she raised her ass, guiding his cock into her clutching pussy. She grabbed the back of the chair to prepare for his invasion. He moved into her wet, hot pussy for three inches, then moved his stretching cock around and around, then back and forth in rapid movements. She tried to move down on it, but he wouldn't let her.
"All of it-I want all of it-ram it home," she screamed.
With a guttural growl, he plunged it in. She screamed in agony, feeling his massive cock hit bottom and his balls slap against her belly. She screamed, again and again, as the pistoning action of his enormous prick slid along the tender walls of her slick vagina. Her pussy was split apart, a searing pain that chafed her pussy-lips. Her orgasm mushroomed outward, making each tissue of her vagina reverberate around his throbbing, huge penis.
"God it hurts ... your cock hurts ... It's too big!"
She passed out at the peak of her orgasm. She was awakened a few seconds later by the jack-hammer thrusts of his cock. She was dizzy, weak, exhausted. As his penis fucked her pussy, she tried to screw in motion with him.
Then, it was happening again. She was rising again-she was soaring toward another orgasm. They scratched and clawed and moved as his penis loomed larger in her exploding cunt.
"Almost-almost," she cried.
"Let it go-let it go," he gasped. And she could feel his head swelling in her, ready to let loose.
His hot balls of sperm bombarded her in massive gushes. Her own passion mingled with his flood as their bodies wracked and shook and tensed at the most glorious peak either had ever attained.
Her body collapsed-every muscle in her body feeling fatique. She slumped limply against the back of the chair, her head buried in her arms.
Jim's meat rested in her flooded cunt. His head rested. He was scarcely breathing. At long last, his prick shriveled up and slipped out of her. He kissed her on the back of the neck. Then wearily he picked her up.
As he carried her into the bedroom, Christine, half awake, half in a stupor, could still feel his penis in her pussy. She was sure he had stretched her out of shape. He laid her on the bed-and she was asleep before her head touched the pillow. He pulled back the covers and slumped down next to her.