Chapter 11
As Cindy entered the cleared dancing area, surrounded by the rest of the group who were to witness this strange dancing contest with its even stranger prize for the winner, she realized that at least she was not topless, the way she was when dancing at the Skyway. The lower part of her body was covered by an extremely short flaring mini-skirt, and as she began to kick and twirl in her customary routine, the skirt whirled up and out to show off the tiny tight nylon panties which were her only other covering below the waist. They were not so thick or sturdy as the panties she wore in the go-go cage at the nightclub, but at least they provided some covering and protection for her bottom and pussy.
Above her waist Cindy was adequately covered by a snug knitted sleeveless top which clearly revealed her shape, including the bold jutting hemispheres of her high young breasts. It was obvious that she was wearing no bra, from the way her breasts bounced and jiggled tautly with her quick rhythmic movements, letting her nipples trace exotic patterns against the thin restraining fabric. Harry was acutely aware of her delightful young figure writhing and strutting so close before him as he danced naked beside and before her, his half-limp penis switching back and forth, whipping his thighs as he danced.
It soon became evident that Harry was, indeed, a good dancer, although not so practiced or experienced as Cindy after her long booking at the Skyway. As he twisted and twirled and thrust in time to the music, he even bent over forward without losing the beat, so that his face was within inches of Cindy's writhing pumping pelvis. Cindy turned away from his lewd scrutiny and bent over, herself, so that her cute round bottom was thrust into his face in an impudent gesture of defiance.
"That's right, Cindy," said Harry smiling at her revealing gesture. "Show me everything you've got, so I'll know in advance what I'll be playing with as soon as I win at this dancing game. Big jiggling titties, a pert plump ass, and terrific legs, I've seen so far. And I'll bet your pussy is the best ever when I get around to playing with that later."
Cindy did not answer his remarks and kept concentrating on her dancing which by now was almost automatic for her after all the hours spent in the cage. Gerrie had been right, that her short skirt and snug top did not hamper her motions at all, and the sandals with their lacings up her lower legs were practically ideal for this work. She was sure she could out-perform and out-last the arrogant Harry in this contest, and that would be some satisfaction. And maybe if she got talking to Harry on a seemingly friendly and confidential basis when this game was over, she could learn something that might help prove Tom innocent of the hit-run charges. It would be worth almost anything to be able to do that, she knew.
Now Harry was beginning to puff a little from the unaccustomed vigorous exercise with go-go dancing demanded. Cindy knew from experience that she was just getting warmed up and could keep up this pace almost indefinitely if necessary, because of all her practice at the club. As she was becoming certain of victory by default from the tiring Harry, he did an unexpected thing. He bent over toward her again, almost as if he was thrusting his face at her churning writhing dancing pussy.
Before Cindy could figure out the reason for this unnecessary extra exertion on his part, Harry reached out with his hand, without breaking the rhythm of his dancing, and grabbed at the bow-knot fastening the long laces that crisscrossed up her legs from her low sandals to just below her knees. On his second attempt he succeeded in grabbing one end of the lace and pulled it, thus undoing the bow which held her kinky footwear in place.
Under the influence of her vigorous wild kicking the lace began to unwrap from around her lower leg, the loose ends of the lace dragging on the floor at her feet. Before Cindy realized the sneaky trick that he was up to, Harry stepped on the trailing laces just as she began a strenuous highlying kick with that foot. With her vigorous movements so violently interrupted in mid-air, Cindy felt herself lose complete control as her other foot was dragged off the floor by her next unsuccessful step.
With a resounding thump she landed on the floor on her bottom which was sufficiently well padded to break the force of her ungainly fall. Instantly Harry was laughing and crowing in victory at having accomplished the downfall of his more expert dancing opponent.
"I win. Trust good old Harry to win. I always can win somehow, even if I have to out-smart them to do it." he gloated, his face red from his exertions and his joy. "You don't catch Harry with his face unbuttoned and his pants down, except times like this when having his pants down is fine, all ready to collect his bet from this cute little broad. I win. Oh, boy, do I win."
Cindy was stunned for a moment by the jolt of landing on the floor so hard on her seat. As her head cleared she found herself looking up right at Harry's nude body hovering menacingly over her with his half-hard cock aiming right at her face as he offered to help her to her feet. There was no doubt but that he had won, but Cindy and all the other watchers muttered disapprovingly as to his method of winning. Eventually they agreed that his victory was legal but dishonorable, an opinion that seemed to cover many of the things he was able to get away with. Some were far from legal, but his shrewd conniving allowed him to get away unpunished with them so far.
As soon as Harry had regained his breath from his exertions and Cindy had regained her composure from the prat-fall she had taken, it was time for Harry to collect the prize he had won. He needed his loins drained, and it was up to Cindy to pick the way she would do it. Emotionally he was already pretty well steamed up, and physically he was in a state that would not require much stimulation from her to produce the necessary results. Meanwhile the other men were discussing their similar problems and which of the remaining girls would provide the female stimulation. Since Jane had just finished her wild scene with the four unsatisfied men, she was not available, so Alice, Babe, and Ann were elected to do the job.
While Cindy and Harry were still trying to work out a mutually satisfactory routine, Jim, Gordon, and Peter got their plans all settled. No girl was to be permitted to service her own husband, so the six were paired up with Babe as Peter's partner, Alice as Jim's partner, and Ann as Gordon's partner. Under the supervision of Gerrie and Jane, the three men laid down on the floor on their backs, side by side and parallel to each other. Now the female half of this coupling squatted down on them with each hot girlish pussy poised above a randy upright male cock.
In a way this was to be a contest also, because the girl who made her man go off quickest was to get a prize, and the man who held out longest before spurting his sperm would also be a winner. At a signal from Gerrie, the three girls settled down on the men, impaling themselves on the rigid cocks that so eagerly awaited them. Then the girls began heaving and posting and pumping their pussies up and down, trying with all their skill to screw their men into a quick ejaculation. To Gerrie and Jane, the other three girls looked like the jockeys in some bizarre horse race as the smaller lithe bodies rode the engulfed cocks with all their skill and energy.
Harry started off trying to talk Cindy into letting him have regular intercourse with her, with Cindy allowed to select the position employed. Cindy, of course, refused without bothering to explain to the demanding Harry that only her husband, Tom, was ever allowed that privilege.
Next he tried to get her to let him put his big cock up her ass and screw her that way, but again Cindy refused stubbornly. When his choice had narrowed down to having her suck him off, Harry was disappointed but still eager to have her do it, for her exciting young body would be a real inspiration as he watched her lovely face and sensuous mouth working on his penis. He insisted that she remove her skirt and top so that he could fully enjoy seeing her lush young body, but when he wanted her to take off her tiny panties, too, Cindy balked and refused.
Now Harry stretched out on his back on the padded bench which had been the scene for several other sex scenes and Cindy sat down on it alongside his waist. In this position his hands could fondle and caress her shapely figure and she could start working on him with her hands. He wanted her to start with her lips and tongue, but she stalled, saying she would suck him later when they both were more in the mood and ready to go.
Using her hands and fingers deftly on his stiffening penis, Cindy said casually, "It was too bad that auto accident happened to spoil your evening fun here."
"How did you know about that?" demanded Harry in alarm at her knowing the secret.
"Don't get yourself in an uproar or you won't enjoy what I'm doing for you," Cindy calmed him gently. "Just as you and Babe arrived here this evening, I heard you tell her not to talk about it for fear of worrying the others. It sure was lucky you and Babe weren't hurt. There sure are lots of crazy people on the roads nowadays, aren't there?"
"There sure are, kid," agreed Harry, his attention more concerned with Cindy's deft manipulation of his cock than with what he was saying. "That crazy old woman was practically committing suicide, crossing the street in the middle of the block like that. Any car going by, no matter how slow it was driving, would have been almost sure to clobber her. God, it feels good when you tickle the end of my cock like that, Cindy. Now use your tongue on me in just the same way."
"OK, Harry, just a second while I diddle you a little more with my fingers. Especially along the bottom of your tool. Like this. I'll bet that feels good as a build-up for my tongue," she murmured, trying to keep his mind on sex while he talked about the accident. "Feeble old women shouldn't be allowed out alone at night. It just makes trouble for the rest of us. At the speed you were going, I suppose there was no point in stopping after you hit her, was there?"
"Hell, no. I like to drive fast, even in the city. I'm damned good at it, too, except every now and then when some stupid jerk pulls a fool stunt and gets in my way," said Harry carelessly. "Now begin licking my cock, Cindy. I can't wait to learn how terrific it will feel. You've got so much of the best of everything a girl should have, that some day I want to really play some hot games with you. How about it Cindy? Not now, but sometime soon? We could either do it here with the group, or you and I could get together privately somewhere, so Babe and Gerrie wouldn't know about it. They might not like the idea too well."
"We'll see how you and I make out here tonight," said Cindy, forcing herself to give the end of his stiff penis a slight lick with her tongue. "About the accident, aren't you afraid someone might have spotted your license numher when you didn't stop. I'd be afraid not to stop if I ever hit anybody. The police get so angry at hit-and-run drivers. I've been seeing things about it in the newspaper for the last few months."
"I never stop when I hit someone," boasted Harry as he watched her suck the whole end of his penis into her mouth and twirl her tongue around it thrillingly. He suddenly realized that if he was talking, she would be using her mouth to orally stimulate his cock. Except for an occasaional question from her, he'd keep chatting like this so she would have plenty of time to suck him off.
Speaking truthfully because he was concerntrating on the delicious sensations being imparted to his penis by Cindy's lips and tongue, Harry continued, "No, I never stop. I learned that a couple of years ago when I first clipped a guy on a bicycle. Nobody caught me then, and since then I've learned some tricks to keep anyone from even suspecting that I've had several more unsolved accidents."
"Gosh, you're smart, Harry," said Cindy, momentarily withdrawing her mouth from his erect throbbing penis. "How do you keep from being recognized by your car license?"
"It's easy," Harry replied, and tried to keep on talking even though the thrills in his cock tried to occupy all his thoughts and attention. "For one thing, every night when I go out partying or drinking, I use some water paint and a small brush to change the numbers of my license plate. Like changing an '8' into a '9', or vice versa. Or changing a T into a '4'. There must be thousands of cars that look like mine in the city, so when any witness gives the police my altered number, usually somebody else gets tagged with the crime. It's happened a couple of times."
Cindy was so excited at this possible solution to the criminal charges against her husband, Tom, that she had to stop working on Harry's firm shaft. She wanted to scream accusations at him and run to the police with the story she had just heard, but she did not dare. Harry might kill her to protect himself from exposure as an habitual hit-and-run driver, and he could easily deny ever having said anything to her. A hurricane of hopes and thoughts whirled through her head in the seconds before Harry said, "What are you stopping for now, kid? You can't leave me hanging in this condition. Get back to sucking me off, like you were doing. We've both been talking too much, so now you really get to work on my cock with your mouth and lips and tongue. Use your hands on me down there, too, on my cock and my balls. I've got one hell of a big 'come' on the way for you, to pay off for beating you at dancing. Don't talk, just suck."
Cindy was so pleased at having what might be most important evidence to prove Tom's innocence, and so enraged at Harry for his callous attitude about other people suffering for crimes he committed without a single worry, that she found it almost impossible to work effectively on Harry's firm demanding penis. She hated him so much she actually wanted to bite off his nasty cock, but then she knew that she would have to stay friendly with him until she could find some way to get him to confess to the authorities.
Now that she had all the information she could expect to get this time, she was anxious to get finished with Harry and his sex play as soon as possible, before he realized how damaging was the information he had given her. She used one hand to jerk frantically on the shaft of his stiffly demanding penis, while with her other hand she gently fondled his balls, wishing she dared really grab them and pull them right off him as her punishment for what he had so casually done to Tom and her. He MUST be the one who had really committed the crime of which Tom was accused, and he must be made to suffer for what he had so callously done to others without a single qualm of guilt.
The rapid tight stroking of her hand on his shaft combined with the occasional thrilling flick of her tongue across the turgid purple end of his penis soon brought Harry up to the edge of eruption. By using his hands to try to force her mouth down harder onto his cock Harry unsuccessfully tried to increase the oral increment of what she was doing for him. Then his eyes strayed over to where Alice, Babe, and Ann were hectically posting up and down on the stiff sexual steeds they were riding and this added visual thrill sent Harry past the point of no return.
Because she knew she had to pretend to like Harry, Cindy managed to suck in and swallow all the semen of his copious ejaculation without gagging in nausea. As soon as possible after he was finished she left him on the bench and would not let him feel or play with her body the way he wanted to. She was through with him for now, and the next time they met she hoped the ending would be quite different for everyone concerned. What she had to figure out now was how to get proof of Tom's innocence and Harry's guilt to the people who could help right this terrible wrong.
Cindy's mind was so full of these problems that she paid no attention to the finale of the evening when Gordon, Jim and Pater all erupted simultaneously into the vigorously pumping vaginas of the three girls who were riding them. All six participants in this bizarre race managed to achieve climaxes for themselves, so the race was called a three-way tie, with everyone winning and no losers.
When the party broke up presently, Gerrie noticed how preoccupied and thoughtful Cindy was. "What's the matter tonight, dear? Did losing to Harry and having to service him upset you so much that you can't cheer up even now that it's all over?" asked Gerrie as they drove home. "That Harry is an awful loud arrogant lout, I'll admit, and the way he beat you dancing was an example of the way he tries to cheat his way through life. I really feel sorry for Babe, his wife, but she must like being dominated by him or she wouldn't put up with it."
Cindy paused a long time before she replied. She was trying to decide how much of the truth she should tell Gerrie. Even though Gerrie was primarily interested in her as a partner for lesbian love-making, Gerrie had really been very helpful and a true friend during the first difficult days at the Skyway. Finally Cindy decided that she could trust Gerrie with the whole truth of her problems and about Tom being in jail accused of criminal hit-run driving that killed a child. When Cindy got Tom back home it would mean the end of the lesbian relationship between the two girls, but Cindy was sure that their friendship could stand that loss. Gerrie was so much smarter in the ways of the world and how to get what you needed from people, that she would be a really valuable ally in Cindy's coming fight to prove Tom innocent of the terrible crime he was unjustly accused of. Telling Gerrie all about everything was a chance Cindy was willing to take.
Just before they reached Gerrie's apartment, Cindy broke the silence which had marked the trip. In a frightened but hopeful voice Cindy said, "Gerrie, we've been pretty close friends for a couple of months, now ... and I mean friends in many different ways, as you know. Up till now I've never told you why I had to go to work as a topless go-go dancer at the Skyway. Tonight I want to explain a lot of things to you. And then I want your help and advice in how to do something that is very important to me ... something that has to work out right if the whole rest of my life isn't going to be spoiled."
"You know I'll do anything I can to help you, Cindy dear," said Gerrie warmly, putting her arm around the younger girl's shoulders as a symbol of the promised assistance. "Just tell me what's wrong, and I'm sure we can work it out together, somehow."
Daylight was just breaking over the city when the two girls finally talked themselves out and had worked up a plan that might incriminate Harry and free torn.