Chapter 4
In spite of Gerrie's apologies and promises that their all-girl love-making would never be repeated, it was several days before Cindy stopped feeling embarrassed about what had happened between them. Gerrie continued to be friendly and helpful in getting the younger girl accustomed to things around the Skyway, and her longer experience and tougher attitude made Cindy's adjustment much easier than it might otherwise have been.
The incident that proved to Cindy that Gerrie was truly her friend under all circumstances happened near closing time a week or so later. Because of her obvious youth and exquisite beauty of both face and figure Cindy had become the real star of the Skyway's topless go-go dancers. Some of the other girls seemed to resent Cindy's popularity with the male customers at the bar, but when they discovered that she was not at all interested in making herself available to them between her sessions in the cage, or after the club closed, the girls forgot their dislike for her. She was good bait, they figured, getting the men all excited so that the other girls could make extra unofficial money by satisfying the carnal urges which Cindy had stimulated.
Several times Sam had directly suggested that Cindy should make lots more money by socializing with some of the rich men who frequented the club and selling her evident assets for their entertainment. The girl knew how desperately the money was needed for her husband's legal defense, but she continued to refuse to peddle her lush young femininity for that or any other purpose. In trying to save her husband, she would be permanently ruining her marriage and the love it represented.
Cindy had become accustomed to the vigorous exercise that her job required, and could lounge around chatting with the other girls between sets without having to rest up for the next bout of wild exertion. Physically she knew that she was porbably in the best condition she had ever been in, her body freed of any excess fat by the rigors of her work while retaining the delightfully feminine pneumatic contours that the customers found so attractive when displayed in her routines. But emotionally she was becoming more and more depressed and discouraged. The future looked more and more hopeless, and the present was so horribly lonely.
At the Skyway she was still friendly with Gerrie, taking full advantage of the older girl's suprior knowledge and experience in show business, but away from the club Cindy did not dare associate with Gerrie for fear that there might be a repetition of their lesbian affair. It was bad enough having been tricked into sex with another girl by Gerrie's subtle wiles and her own innocence and loneliness, but to intentionally risk another such episode was more than Cindy's conscience could take.
One evening just before midnight, Sam, the club manager, intercepted Cindy as she came from the go-go cage toward the dressing room. He led her into his office and closed the door to insure privacy.
"Kid, you've been doing great here, swinging that terrific shape of yours around on the stage. You've got every man who sees you climbing the walls. In fact you're so good that I'm giving you a raise to fifty backs a night. How does that strike you?"
"Thank you very much, Sam," said Cindy, smiling her appreciation. Every extra dollar that was earned honestly was a great help in her problems. "I'm glad that your customers like my dancing."
"It's not your dancing that keeps them coming back for more," Sam assured her bluntly. "It's your gorgeous shape, kid. You could probably just stand there and let them drool over what you've got. You've got everything a girl should have, in just the right amount and in just the right places. Every guy that sees you gets the hots for you and dreams of hustling you off to bed."
"I'm glad my work is satisfactory," said Cindy blushing at Sam's blunt honesty. Now that he was discussing her body so frankly she became more aware of the fact that she was standing there before him wearing only some tiny tight panties, with nothing covering her big firm projecting breasts. She crossed her arms to try to hide those lush young hemispheres from his hot admiring gaze.
"But you don't seem to be in such a terrible bind for money," Sam continued. "I've offered you chances to pick up extra dough by doing private extra special performances for some of the rich customers. You could easily double your income for just a few minutes in bed with these guys, but you say you're not interested. What gives, kid? Do you want money, or don't you?"
"I need money badly, but I'm not going to earn it that way," said Cindy firmly. "I could never face my husband again if I was unfaithful to him. It would ruin our love, and that's the most important thing in my life."
"Have it your own way, kid, but it seems such a shame to let all that wonderful equipment going to waste with nobody getting any fun out of it. I've tried to do right by you, getting you chances at more money, so now I really want you to do me a special favor. I won't like it at all if you turn me down on this." Sam seemed serious.
"What's the favor?" asked Cindy. "I'll try to help you if I can. But I can't let any men ... make love ... go to bed ... do that thing to me. I just won't do it, Sam."
"Well, there's more ways of killing a cat than stuffing it with marmalade, kid. This one guy really has the hots for you, and if you won't let him screw you, you could probably figure out some other way to make him shoot his load. He probably isn't too fussy about how you do it, as long as he has your cute frame to play with while his ashes are being hauled. And I'll see that you get a hundred bucks for doing the job. That's a promise, kid."
"Why are you so insistent on my doing this favor for this particular man ... if I do it?" asked Cindy seriously. "You've been nice to me, so I'd like to help you out if I can without spoiling my whole life."
"Getting screwed a few times while your husband is away won't ruin anything," countered Sam "He'll never know it happened."
"But I will, Sam. That's the important thing."
Sam stared at her in disbelief for a moment and then went on pleading his special case. "This Charley has really got a thing up his butt off and forget it. But he's a big shot politician tried to tout him off onto some of the other girls ... ones who would be glad to do it for half the dough I'm offering you, but he wants just you and he wants you bad. If he was just some ordinary customer here, I'd brush him off and forget it. But he's a bit shot politician around here and he has lots of clout when it comes to keeping out of trouble with the law. Business is good here at the Skyway, because of the topless show we put on. But some of the narrow-minded conservative jerks in town are trying to have the club closed down, claiming we put on lewd and indecent performances. This Charley has enough influence to let us keep operating, and he'll help us if I can get you to play sex-games with him. That's why your co-operation is so important. You keep playing the reluctant virgin bit and I'll probably be put out of business. But if you keep Charley happy in the sex department, we'll both make out fine."
Cindy saw the problem facing Sam, and she knew that if she refused she would be even worse off than before. She had absolutely no intention of letting this Charley, or anyone else, do the Real Thing with her. Only Tom could do that. But if some harmless substitute would satisfy Charley, then she would go along the the plan, because of the many benefits for herself in the way of money and Sam's good will.
She explained her decision to Sam, and he seemed content with the idea that half a loaf was better than none as far as Charley was concerned. Sam was sure that any form of sexual intimacy with Cindy would insure Charley's political help and influence in keeping the Skyway operating as usual with its crowd drawing topless show.
"OK, kid. If that's the best deal I can work out with you, it will have to do. You stay here in my office while I go tell Charley you're waiting to give him his jollies," Sam told her calmly. "Lock the door when I leave, so nobody comes wandering in to foul things up for Charley and you. I'll tell Charley to knock twice, pause, and knock twice again, so you'll know it's him."
As Cindy locked the door and stood waiting, she wondered wildly if what she was doing was the best thing for her husband and herself. Being nearly naked in front of so many men every night, and now meeting an unknown but sexually aroused potential lover while clad only in her tiny bright panties, were hardly the actions of a shy, modest and morally chaste young wife. Her only excuse was that she was doing what she thought best to get the money needed for Tom's defense and trial. She hated doing these things, but they had to be done. For Tom.
She jumped with alarm and guilt when the double knock was repeated on the office door. Slowly she walked over and unlocked it. The man who entered was older than she had expected, maybe sixty, with gray hair thinning around his long lean cadaverous face. His body was long and lean, too, almost to the point of emaciation. Staring intently at her revealed figure for the first time at such close range, the thin man smiled lewdly and sat down on a long leather couch which ran along one wall to the office.
"Hello, Cindy. I'm Charley, and I've been watching you almost every night for a long time," he said in a friendly warm manner. "I think you're the most beautiful and exciting girl I've ever seen. Come over here so I can find out how wonderful you really are. We both know why we're here, so don't pretend to be shy and innocent."
Slowly and with fear and disgust in her heart, Cindy approached the tall thin seated man. She felt so helpless and unprotected, with her exposed body and no one to aid her in her fight for her husband's life. Charley reached out and cupped her big high breasts, letting his fingers grip painfully into the sensitive masses as he felt their lush beauty. He tweaked her nipples and smiled as she tried to brush his hands away unsuccessfully.
Now his hands slid down her sides, savoring her taut slim smooth waist. Then his fingers clasped her rounded hips and clenched into her pert plump firm buttocks, so poorly concealed and protected by her snug shiny panties. Cindy winced and writhed under his mawlings but he held her fast so he could explore her beauty to the fullest.
"Now take off those panties, Cindy, so I can make sure that your pussy is as cute as the rest of you," the thin old man purred sensually, his hands working on the snug waistband.
Suddenly Cindy knew fear as to the outcome of this terrible encounter. Maybe Sam had not told this thin old politician that she wasn't going to do the Real Thing with him. Maybe he was going to force her to do it anyway, whether she wanted to or not. She should never have agreed to meet this Charley; she should never have gotten involved with topless dancing or the Skyway. Why couldn't she be safe at home with Tom?
Then she realized that she could not make time reverse itself back to the months before when she was happily married with no serious troubles. Life had been so simple and beautiful then; maybe too wonderful, so that she was having to pay for her former happiness in this way. Cindy knew that having gone this far, it was almost impossible to stop Charley now. She had to do something. It could be the lesser of two evils if she took the initiative and satisfied him in some way so he would not demand and get the Real Thing from her. If he ever got her panties off she might never be able to stop him in his cruel designs.
Quickly she dropped to her knees before him. His hands went out instinctively to her exquisite breasts, and Cindy began fumbling at the fly of his trousers where she could already feel his carnal excitement rising. She got the zipper opened and dragged his penis out from his entangling underwear. It was half hard and she used her hands to stroke and stimulate it into further excitement.
Charley was obviously thrilled by her figure and this evidence of her willingness to appease his sexual appetities. "That's right, Cindy. Use your hands on my cock. Make it big and hard for me. That sure feels wonderful ... keep it up like that. Now kiss it, Cindy. Use your lips and tongue on me to get me ready to screw you. If that pussy of yours is anywhere as terrific as the rest of you, you'll be the best bed partner I've ever know," he gasped as Cindy reluctantly began to lick and suck the big purple end of his aroused penis.
Her mouth was now pumping rhythmically up and down on his male emblem while his fingers played violently with her breasts as she knelt before his seated form on the edge of the couch. As an older man, Cindy suspected that Charley would not be able to reach his carnal climax as easily as the younger men she was accustomed to, such as her husband, Tom, or even Sam. She wanted to get this horrible episode over with as quickly as possible, so she attacked his rampant penis with every stimulating technique she knew, to hasten the final eruption. She even used one hand to cup and fondle the hairy bag of his scrotum, a maneuver that Tom had often found exciting in bringing him to orgasm. Anything was better than having this Charley last long enough to insist on doing the Real Thing to her.
Deeply involved with the intense thrills that she was providing, Charley now ordered, "Don't stop sucking my cock, Cindy. Just follow me while I move so I'm lying down on this couch. That's right. Easy does it. Keep sucking and tonguing me down there. You're so cute, and you sure know how to suck a man's tool. But I haven't seen you all bare, without your panties, yet."
Cindy redoubled her efforts to bring him to climax. If he got her panties off, it would be that much harder for her to keep him from putting his big stiff thing into her and ruin everything for the rest of her life. But Charley was determined to strip her as part of their party.
"Keep on sucking my cock, kid, but turn around so your hips are up here by my head. Then I can take off those panties of yours without interrupting the exciting job your doing on me. Come on, swing your ass up this way.
We'll have a real '69' position for a while so I can look at and play with your pussy before I screw you. I want to see and feel where I'll be putting my cock. Stop fighting me, Cindy. You know why you're here, so relax and enjoy it. Or, at least, you make damned sure that I enjoy it."
Under his insistent demands and forceful tugging on her body, Cindy soon found herself squatting with her pelvis right over Charley's face while her hands and mouth frantically worked on his rigid penis to make him ejaculate before he could carry our his intention of screwing her. She felt him grabbing and tugging vigorously at her panties in an effort to drag them down off her hips. She was thankful that the tiny gaudy costume garment was so strongly made that it did not easily tear.
Under his violent efforts she finally felt the material rip open and the remains of her panties were tugged down off her hips. Immediately Charley's hands were poking and probing at her vulva and she gasped with shame and alarm. Now his hands were also caressing her bare round buttocks and even separating those lush hemispheres to poke painfully into the puckered orifice of her anus. By the throbbing and heaving of her erect penis Cindy knew that he was coming close to the point of no return, and she worked wildly in her race against time. If she could make him ejaculate in the next few moments she would be saved from trying to fight him off when he wanted to do the Real Thing to her.
Another few seconds of wild jerking with her hands and frantic sucking and tongue flicking with her mouth, Cindy knew that she had won. The metered pulsations had begun in his penis and now he could not hold back. She did not dare disappoint him now, so she held his organ deep in her mouth as she felt his eruption begin. And at the same moment she felt Charley press his mouth firmly against her vulva and thrust his quivering tongue deep into her vagina. Then while he moaned in ecstasy, Charley spurted his ejaculation into her mouth and down her throat as Cindy writhed in mental and physical anguish, choking and gagging as she struggled for breath after his flooed of semen.
In her chaotic confusion of his climax, cindy wondered how angry he was going to be about being cheated out of his plan to do the Real Thing to her. Charley might be so disappointed and angry that he would not help Sam keep the Skyway in operation against the protests of the more conservative element of the community. And Sam might be so angry at Cindy that he would fire her or even beat her up. In spite of all the emotional horrors and physical abuse she was enduring, Cindy waited anxiously for Charley to show how he felt about what had happened.
She tried to roll off the panting supine man, and after one more lingering kiss into her gaping crotch, Charley let her crawl free and stand up, whimpering in her shamed nakedness as she awaited his verdict.
"God, you were wonderful Cindy. The best broad I've ever known. You got me turned on so hot I came off long before I expected to, and with no work for me. And for a man my age, that's really something. You're the most of the best in every way. Your shy innocent manner makes your wonderful young beauty even more exciting." He paused to stare worshipfully at her nude figure standing submissively beside him, and reached out to tenderly caress her smoothly curving hip and buttock as he went on.
"You're just as good in bed as you are excitingly beautiful to look at. Sam was right in claiming that you're the best he's ever seen or had. With a terrific girl like you working for him, Sam can be sure of my co-operation in every way I can. And I'll make sure that you get paid everything you're worth."
Charley rose slowly from the couch and reached into a pocket of his rumpled trousers. He took out a bill, glanced at it, and then handed it to Cindy with a smile. "This is for you with my thanks, Cindy. I'm sorry I tore your panties, but it was worthwhile doing. Now go get dressed, and tell Sam I want to see him. And til him I enjoyed my session with you very much. I'll let him know when I want the next one, Cindy."
Clasping her torn panties against her crotch as some protection for her nakedness, Cindy unlocked the office door and stpped out, to find Sam and Gerrie, both looking much the worse for wear, standing in the corridor.