Chapter 8

Mel Martin's first party was an experience he never forgot, partly because it almost didn't come off.

He arrived with Shan after dark, pulling up before a gate with some kind of automatic opener. She had to leave the car to press an intercom button before anyone would let them in. They drove through the gate and heard it close behind them.

Shan parked behind Hugh Laurens' new Eldorado and switched off the ignition of her car. She leaned over to kiss him on the ear. "This is it, love. If you want to bug out, do it now. After you're 'initiated', you can't leave. We have a lien on you for life. Get it?"

He hoped she was kidding, but he really didn't care if she wasn't. "I'm game." He climbed out with her and followed her through another gate, a wooden one, to a swimming pool and a dimly lit patio. There were almost a dozen people sprawled in lounge and deck chairs.

"There's Hugh," Shan said, walking over to meet him.

Mel held back, braced for the cool treatment to come, even an order that he leave. Laurens looked shocked when he saw who the "new boy" was, but he quickly recovered. "Welcome, Mel, welcome," he said, pressing a drink into his hand. "I'm glad to see you get around as well on terra firma as the wild blue," he added, smiling.

Mel wondered if Laurens was glad, or merely surprised. "Thanks, Hugh. I'm happy to be here." He took the drink and sat down to watch and listen. Until he learned the ropes, he realized, he might not be much use to anyone this first time.

At a quarter-past eight, the unexpected happened: it began to rain.

"Everyone inside to the master bedroom," Hugh Laurens shouted, leading the way.

Mel followed the pack around the pool and into the sleekly modern, sixteen-room ranch house. He estimated that the pad cost quite a bundle. There were lots of new arrivals now, and he was separated from Shan.

The first thing he saw when he entered the master bedroom was the bed-with Jennifer Laurens sitting up on the pink sheets at the head, a thick pile of pillows behind her. Six or eight men and women were standing around the bed. One couple was lying across the foot. Martin looked across the foot of the bed and straight into Jennifer's eyes.

She was beautiful, but he hadn't known how beautiful until now, because he had never before seen so much of her. She wore a sheer black negligee. The thin material concealed nothing. Her breasts were large, quite round, and jutting. Everything else was in perfect proportion. Jennifer's hair was long and a bright blonde, her eyes a deep blue. She smoked a cigarette in a shiny, ebony holder. Mel was unable to guess her age. She might have been in her early thirties or late forties. The range was almost limitless.

But the sight of the near-nude Jennifer wasn't what startled Martin. The shocker was the couple on the foot of the bed. They were naked. The woman, who lay on her back with an air of total, wanton abandon, was Roxie. He didn't recognize the man, who was stretched out with her, propped up on his hands. The two were exciting each other to the bursting point. One look and Mel saw that they were both wild with unfulfilled need.

And they were on the verge of doing something about it.

Roxie lay on her back. Her intake of breath was audible throughout the room as the man began to fuck her. Mel felt his prick swell with the most profound erection he had had in months.

Glancing about, as the pair began their lovemaking, he saw that he wasn't the only one who was excited. Every woman was hard-nippled and swollen-mouthed. Every man was in the same condition as Mel, and they didn't bother to hide the fact. Only Jennifer showed any degree of calm as she watched the wildly moving pair and smoked her cigarette.

The coital action didn't last long, because the lovers were too excited. Mel gazed at them as if he were hypnotized, just as the others in the room were doing. He felt that with any encouragement at all, he would force Shan, or one of the other women upon the bed, and fuck her alongside the other pair.

Roxie cried out and strained like an athlete. Seconds later her partner joined her. Martin felt long, sharp fingernails digging into his hand. Shan stood beside him. "

"Like to watch other people fucking?" she said in his ear.

He nodded, still at a loss for words.

By now the other people in the room were pairing off, baring their bodies and stimulating each other. One girl-he thought it was Ellen, the one he had invited-turned and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her mini-gown up over her breasts.

A man sprang to her, dropping his pants and inserting his prick into her cunt with a single move. Mel was about to do the same with Shan when Jennifer Laurens spoke:

"Everybody out! Everybody except Mel and Shan! Do your fucking somewhere else!"

The first pair sighed, then stood up. The audience hurried to the door as if it couldn't wait to start following the example just set. The second pair finished almost at once, and they, too, staggered toward the door. Then Roxie and her partner got to their feet to follow the pack. She saw Mel and she winked at him as she left.

Shan closed the door. Jennifer stared at Mel in silence for a moment, as if giving him a little time in which to regain his composure. Or perhaps she was only measuring his potential.

"I like to watch people fucking," she remarked. "Especially new people. But this isn't an initiation, not in the accepted sense. We have none of that here. Just try to enjoy yourself."

Mel didn't know how to answer. His excitement had done nothing to help him keep his wits. Fortunately, none seemed to be expected.

Jennifer patted the bed beside her. "Lie down here and be comfortable. Tell me about yourself. Everything."

Mel did as he was told. He stretched out beside the blonde woman, leaning on one elbow. Haltingly, he told her the story of his life. There wasn't a great deal to tell although he had done his share of living.

But he had a very hard time talking. His tongue was failing him. Shan had sat down on the bed, near his hips, and she proceeded to stroke his legs, his back, his chest, his balls and his prick. He couldn't regain his cool. He had never been through a session like this before in his life, and he wondered if what Shan was doing to him was purposely planned to dull his mind.

At one time Jennifer interrupted him. "Do you mind if Shan touches your cock, Mel?"

"No, no, of course not," he answered hesitantly.

"Do you like to have a woman like Shan play with your prick?"

"Certainly."

Jennifer smiled. "Give Mel some good loving, honey."

Shan laughed. Long, tapered fingers fluttered over his cock like bird's wings. His straining became so great that he could hardly finish telling about his war experiences.

"I think you'd better give Mel some relief now, Shan," Jennifer said.

Shan, obeying, rose up on her knees on the bed. Mel saw nothing but naked ivory female torso. He reached for Shan, stroked her, found her cunt to be ready.

She threw herself onto the foot of the bed not far from where Roxie had been, and he went after her.

"Hurry, fuck me!" she said, stretching her arms toward him. "Show me what you can do."

Mel paused, struck by the detached ease with which Jennifer viewed them both. Mrs. Laurens smiled slightly, as if she had mated them both and was inordinately pleased at the results.

"A gentleman never refuses a lady's reasonable request," his hostess reminded him. "Don't you feel Shan's request is reasonable?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "But the circumstances...." He grinned in embarrassment.

"Are rather unreasonable?"

"Unusual, I should say. Or maybe it's just my first time."

"Please continue."

He went to the girl and impaled her cunt on his prick. He didn't care if Jennifer was watching, he didn't care who might watch. All he knew was that he had to have relief, he had to have fucking, he had to fuck Shan. He bent his back, grasped one of her buttocks, found a nipple to kiss, then fucked her furiously.

Shan pounded his bare back with her fists. "Mel! Mel!"

He hardly heard her call out. His climax lanced through him a second later. Whether because of his audience or his surroundings, his orgasm was glorious. If I'm going to be paid for this kind of work, he thought, then pay on.

The prospect of fucking for money and pleasure dazzled him.