Chapter Twenty-One
We used to go in for exhibitions a good deal. we found they made an excellent start for a real thorough orgy! Let's see what I can remember in that line.
'The Race Game' was always a popular one with our customers. perhaps the opportunity to do a little betting had something to do with it. It was quite a simple idea, really. We chose six girls to be the 'horse': they lay down side by side on a high fucking-couch, on their backs with their legs in the air and their arses overhanging the edge of the couch just an inch or so. Then the 'jockey' passed down the line. Sam or one of his boys, or perhaps some customer who was feeling specially randy that evening: he would start at the left of the line of waiting cunts, put his knob just inside the open lips of No. 1, ream her deeply twice and no more. In. Out! In. -Out!. and pass quickly to No. 2, and so on down the line: when he'd given No. 6 her two quick strokes, he'd go back to the beginning and start off again with No. 1. The winner was the 'horse' the 'jockey' happened to be riding when he came.
A simple game, but quite amusing when played among friends. We used to put cardboard numbers, I to 6, on the wall above the girls, and the men would back their fancy. the winning ticket paid 90%, with 10% going to the house: in the event of a tie, those who backed the winner split the pool two ways, or three ways, or whatever.
When the evening's clientele included several millionaires. as it very often did. there would be a brisk business in side bets. it seems these big business men just have to try and outsmart each other, even when they're naked in the brothel!. and it was not at all uncommon for a lucky winner to gain $1000 from his companions, and take it out in trade straight away, with the result that some unfortunate girl who was prepared only for the pleasant exhaustion of an evening's orgy among friends found herself dragged by the Negroes down to Algolagnia Alley, to spend the next hour shrieking in the agony of an impromptu flagellation session.
The Race Game had a variant, which could be used instead of the 'single jockey' act, or as an addition to it. This time, the six girls were kneeling fully bent, so that their naked arses were thrust out impudently at the audience. Each girl's partner for the evening was riding her, astride her body but facing backwards: and each man was leaning forwards so that he could manipulate a slim smooth arsehole-dildo deep within the girl's rectum. Naturally, this intimate attention from her 'jockey' kept each 'horse' in spirited condition! And her excitement was in no way diminished by the regular passage of 'Sam the Starter' or his assistant, who moved down the line from 1 to 6 in regular rotation, with a battery-operated electric vibrator, which he held with telling effect against each defenseless little red clitoris in turn, pushing the buzzing rubber pad against the sensitive bud of flesh with a steady chant of. "ON. and one. and two. and OFF!", before moving swiftly to the next moist, twitching cunt. Finally, one girl would De-come the winner by bursting into orgasm, much to the amusement of the audience, who found it highly diverting to watch the pretty cunt working madly as it spent, with the arsehole-dildo above jerking rhythmically under the muscular contractions of the winner's fully-exposed sexual parts.
Our shows were not always quite so good-tempered as the Race Game: for example, none of my girls ever admitted to enjoying the act we called the 'Bicycle Ride'. This was a pleasant little semi-sadist gimmick, which always stiffened up the customers' pricks. even the most normal of men gets a kick out of watching a pretty girl undergoing sexual discomfort! We used to run the act either as a 'race' between two girls, or as an 'endurance test', for one alone: and it went like this.
We had a couple of exercise-bicycles. you know the thing I mean, Max, with an adjustable brakeband over the rear wheel to alter the amount of effort called for from the rider. Well, ours were 'doctored' a bit. an attachment had been fitted which made the ride hard and bumpy, as though one were passing along an endless stretch of cobbles: the rider's wrists and ankles passed through stout leather cuffs, so that she could neither dismount nor change her posture appreciably: and finally, each saddle carried a hard rubber dildo jutting up from it at an angle carefully chosen to match the forward bend of a woman's body riding a bicycle.
Once on the 'seat of little ease', with the dildo firmly up her cunt, the girl had little option but to pedal frantically, against whatever brake-pressure the master of ceremonies had been pleased to choose. If she tried to obtain relief from the big dildo reaming her vagina, by standing up on the pedals, or if she pedalled too slowly, Sam's minions were at hand with very light thin leather thongs on her body.
She counted herself lucky if both machines were which stung like a hornet, but left almost no mark set out on our little stage. for this meant a race with some companion, and the first orgasm would be the end of it. But one machine alone could mean that she must go on pedalling until she had achieved an unstated number of climaxes, always with the thin lashes to spur her on.
A lot of our exhibitions were of course nothing particularly special. you could have seen them in any decent house anywhere in the civilized world. the girl being sandwiched, or tripled; two girls doing 69; things like that. Even Margot being fucked by the Boxer dog could be duplicated easily enough. (though you won't actually see this being done as often as you'll read about it!): but I think you'll find that few houses will offer you a spectacle to match Margot being fucked by one Boxer and sucking off another at the same time. (And here, let me tell you something that I bet you don't know about your own Specialist Club, Max! You remember how we gave Madam Cora a bit of assistance a few months back!. There was your Janice, and Abby. yes? And Abby took on both Neil Frazer's Great Danes at once, remember?. Where do you think Abby got that idea from?. Madam Cora, of course!. And the minute I heard about it, I knew Cora must have come from one of The Organization's houses somewhere: so I asked her, and she told me. she'd put her time in at the top house in Detroit. That dog-sucking bit's an absolutely typical Organization routine: and I don't suppose you'll find it much outside The Organization's houses. though it's funny how these thing do spread, and I suppose Abby doing it the other day is an example. )
Some of our shows, however, were definitely out of the ordinary, and you wouldn't see them elsewhere. (though here again I mustn't be dogmatic: if we filmed the thing and sent it off to Houston, they'd probably try it out, and so it would begin to spread. ). I know for a fact that Alec's trick with Margot handling twelve pricks at once was original with us: and so was the sequel, which we tried out a few weeks later, when we experimented to see how many cunts a man could deal with at one time. Our answer was seven. Most people can see four limbs, a tongue, and a prick: but not too many get the seventh, Max! It's done with a special double-ended dildo. There's a thin arm which the man takes in his arsehole: and this turns into a thick vertical arm on which the seventh girl impales herself and rides up and down on.
As a matter of fact, it should be possible to pleasure nine girls at once: and I suggest you try it out one Saturday here at the Club! Girl No. One lies on her back, and the man fucks her normally. No. Two squats over No. One's face, so that he can tongue her on the clitoris. No. Three's got one of his feet lodged between her thighs, and has positioned herself so that his big toe can frig her on the button: and No. Four's the same. The girl with the dildo in his arsehole makes No. Five. That just leaves his hands: and I do think it should be possible, using a little ingenuity, to place a couple of girls on either side with their legs in such a position that each hand could deal with two cunts at once. after all, an average hand can span a good 8 or 9 inches between thumb and little finger, so I'm sure it could be managed. and that would bring it up to nine.
I look forward to watching you try it out, Max!