Chapter 1
Nick Jennings owned the Dandi Club. He had gotten it by saving his money and cheating the hell out of its former owner in an all-night poker game. And now that he had it he thoroughly enjoyed the little frills that went along with the power that it gave him: like the pick of the best pussy that passed trough the club, both as future head-linen and as chorus people.
The club was extremely private and very popular. It attracted wealthy businessmen and professional men when they wanted to get away from the cares and worries of the everyday world mid their wives. The fact that it also had one of the mast fabulous gambling rooms and the best stocked whore houses on the West Coast didn't hurt business either.
The profit from the club was for Nick's private account. It paid for his three homes, his yacht, and his auto collection. Just pin money, for his toys.
But, oddly enough, the club was Nick's major interest and source of enjoyment. Because every once in a while, there was a talent who came along who was, without a doubt, destined for the big time. It was always a chick and Nick could always spot her. He had an eye for talent.
Natalie Thomas had been one of those; the ones with the rare piece of greatness that not only spells talent but reeks with the quality of star.
She hadn't had a job for six months when she auditioned for Nick. He spotted her talent in sixty seconds. He had styled her, groomed her, and carefully planned her entire career right from his club clear to the top of the pop-music charts. He had also fucked her brains out along the way.
That is, until she hit the top until she became the lady.
Then she decided that she didn't need Nick any more. Of course, he didn't need her. But she wasn't supposed to dump him. That wasn't how the game was played. Had she waited another six months Nick would have probably dumped her himself; not her contract, of course, just her.
But she didn't wait.
There was always a lot of fine pussy in the club, but Nick liked to make it big with his chicks after they got that star rating. He liked to be seen with them and he liked it to be known that he was the power behind their talent and their success.
And Natalie Thomas had been right up there, one of the few at the very top of the heap. And Natalie fit into the top like a slot, like a ready cock into a willing cunt.
But the sultry, sexy, ultra-beautiful Natalie was only there for a shot in the dark, a very short while.
The way to the top is a ladder. One gets there rung by rung. The way to the bottom is a slide. She got to the top by clawing and fucking. She got to the bottom by sliding on her ass, and ending on her ass.
She couldn't handle it at the top: the fame, the people, the money.
She was broke before she started the slide. And he slide only compounded the fracture.
"I'm broke, Nick, and I admit it. I ain't got a fucking dime."
And now she wanted a helping hand, a shot at a comeback.
"Man, I had it before and I can get it again, Nick. I know I can!"
Nick leaned back in his big chair and studied her. She still had a good body. It was the kind of body that would turn on Slow Joe Suburbanite, but the studios, the streets, and the third floor were full of just such bodies.
But, it still wasn't bad. Nick wondered if the sweater was the same one she had used on him five years before. He knew it wasn't, but it had the same effect.
She wore a flesh colored bra under the sweater so it looked like the rising, bulging swell of her full breasts didn't stop at the top of her bra cups.
Nick remembered those tits. They were two perfect peaks. Anybody who didn't know better would have sworn that the bottom half of that bra was full of something besides Natalie.
It wasn't, and Nick knew it only too well. He remembered all the times he had squeezed those beautiful tits and watched them flow out from around his huge hands. He could almost feel those large, rubbery nipples in the palms of his hands.
His hands were sweating. He rubbed them on his pants. She noticed and smiled. She also took a deep breath.
Nick lowered his gaze. Her hips were a little fleshier than before. Her legs were still long and tapering down to trim ankles, even though her thighs were a good deal fuller.
But Nick had to admit that, all in all, she still had a great body. He pulled his eyes from the darkness between her thighs, and his gaze wandered up to her face.
She spoke. "I'm off the pills... for good. Honest I am, Nick. I ain't had a touch of booze in over two months. That ain't no shit."
"That is no shit," he said, remembering the English classes he had forced her to take. Then he smiled when he realized that she was the only one who had acquired some class.
"Yeah... yeah," she said, biting her lip. "J been in some bad company."
"I know," he said.
"Listen, Nick, I got me some new arrangements. They are good. I mean, really good. Just right for me. Paul Carroll did 'em for me on spec. They're me, Nick. They're great, really great."
She went on babbling. His eyes were on her face now, checking out her eyes. Nick was a gambler, eyes told him a lot.
Natalie's eyes told him she was through.
They were the haunted, dead eyes of an ex-junkie. They flickered and they moved, but they settled on nothing and saw nothing.
Then is a certain look in the eyes of someone who's all the way down. It's a look of desperation, despair, longing. It's a look that says: "Jesus, I'm shit. Less than stilt, but please, for God's sake, don't tell me so."
And it's worse when the eyes are those of an ex-junkie.
He interrupted her babbling. "Did you ever really enjoy fucking and sucking, Natalie?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Did you ever really enjoy fucking and sucking?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"I don't know... but I asked it," he said, his eyes steady on hers.
"Nick... c'mon. Yeah. Hell, yes I'd... Jesus, I do. I mean I might'a been strange when I was spaced, everybody is when they got the monkey, but sex? Hell yes."
"With me?"
"You? You must be kiddin'!"
"No. Natalie. I'm not kiddin'."
"Hell, Nick, you most of all. Jesus, it was great, really great with you, you know that"
"BULLSHIT!" Nick slammed his fist on the desk top. He leaned forward.
Team of desperation and fear squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.
He saw them, and recognized them for what they were. He pushed harder. "You cunt!"
"Nick, please," she said, biting her lip nervously.
"YOU'RE A CUNT! I make you the biggest thing since the light bulb and you get me busted for assault and attempted rape."
"You were drunk that night. I never seen you like that before. You were, you were, weird. Jesus, Nick, you damn near tore one of my tits off!"
"I was drunk because that faggot secretary of yours told me I was no longer wanted at your tapings or in your apartment, or around your precious, stinking, fucking body... NO LONGER WANTED?"
She had no reply. Her chin dropped until it nearly touched the swell of her rising breasts. She folded her hands in her lap.
"I didn't think you ever really liked it, Natalie. You never took time to like it. You were too busy going to the top. You always really loved yourself and your own ambition, Natalie. That's all there ever was."
"It got me there, didn't it?"
It was the first spark of life she had shown since she had entered his office.
"Yeah, it did," he said, leaning back in the chair again. "It -- and me -- did. You'd still be singing, 'do wah, do wah', and playin' a tambourine with a bunch of no-talent hippies if you hadn't come to me."
"That's why I'm here again," she said, lifting her head.
"Is that the only reason?"
Their eyes met and held. She knew what he meant, and he knew that she knew.
He looked away first when the buzzer on his desk drew his attention. "Yeah," he barked into the machine.
"Your three o'clock appointment is here, Mr. Jennings. You asked me to remind you. The young lady from the Elder Agency. The one you heard the tape on yesterday. Miss Clara Crukshank."
"Jesus," he said, glancing briefly at Natalie again.
"You made the appointment."
"Yeah... yeah," he said. He glanced again at Natalie. The look he got made up his mind. "Okay, take her out to the floor and get her set up and three of four of the boys. I'll be out there in a... well, I'll be there soon. Okay?"
Oh yes.
Nick leaned back again and lit a cigar. Then he stood and moved around the desk. "How's your voice?"
"Good, Nick. Really good. I been workin' on it a lot."
She might be working on it, he thought as he locked the door, but it ain't been doin' much good. Nick guessed she only had about a four- or five-note range in her chest.
In fact, he guessed that all she had left of her chest was what filled her bra. That would serve her better on the third floor than it would on a stage in front of a microphone and an audience. Nick had savvy when it came to making money with a top singer.
Her body tensed and her shoulders quivered as he snapped the second lock and turned. He started back toward the desk. Her body jumped again when the raspy sound of his zipper filled the quiet room.
He moved in front of her chair and stopped. He leaned against the edge of the desk.
"So you think your throat's in pretty good shape?" Cigar smoke masked his face.
Her gaze fell on his partially opened fly. "Yeah," she said at last. "It's all right, Nick. And it's getting better."
"It sounds a little rocky... you know, dry," he said, unbuckling the belt of his trousers and letting the flaps fall to the side.
Her eyes followed the movements of his hand and remained on the opening in his shorts.
She licked her lips. "I need a job, Nick. I mean I really need it. I been off the stuff for a long time and not working's driving, me bananas... You don't know what it's like to be there and go down."
"I know what it's like to be there," Nick said, and stay.
With only a slight tremor in her shoulders, but an obvious palsy in her hands, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Nick puffed on his cigar as her small hands slowly pulled the opening wider. She shivered a little as she wrested his cock clear of his clothing.
His cock was flaccid, the skin in wrinkles over the limp shaft. She skinned the foreskin back from the head. The glands was raw red as it emerged from its soft sheath. The little eye in the end seemed to wink at her and it was already dripping a stream of thin, clear liquid.
Her eyes grew wide. She bit her lower lip and immediately tasted the salty tang of her own blood.
"Well?" he said.
"Yeah... yeah, Nick," she said, her hand moving back and forth, watching his cock swell slowly before her eyes. "I'm gettin' it hard."
"Get it hard with your mouth, babe," he said. "Jesus, you forget everything you ever learned?"
"Yeah... okay, Nick."
"And take my balls out too."
Her other hand moved into his shorts. He shivered as she found his large testicles and brought them out into the cool air.
"Well?" he said again.
She looked directly at his cock. It had stretched to almost its full potential. The cockhead had escaped the foreskin and it throbbed and danced toward her quivering lips.
Nick's cock was big, extra big. There was a time in her life when a cock like that had created wild, pulsing sensations in her cunt. A cock would cause her cunt-juices to flow freely and copiously down her thighs.
But that time was past. She felt nothing now but revulsion and fear.
She continued to hold his prick, turning it, twisting it, running the now-slick skin back and forth on the shaft. At the same time she fondled his balls, gently rubbing them together in their hairy, leathery sac.
Nick's breathing became heavier. The bitch, he thought, she thinks she's just gonna get me off with her fucking hand. No way, baby, no way.
"You know better," he growled. "I got more control than that, and I ain't got time to sit here and watch you jerk-off my cock. You gonna suck it or not?"
"Ye... Nick," she said reluctantly. "I'm gonna suck it."
"An' you' gonna love, it... right?" He laughed.
"Yeah, ye... I'm gonna love it. I'm gonna love the cum right out of it."
Nick aimed his cock at her clenched lips and slowly slid his hips forward.
She could smell the male odor of his clear secretions. She closed her eyes as the rubbery tip struck her nose and then slid down over her upper lip. His glands hit her chin and found its way back up to her lips.
He grabbed her ears and swiveled his hips.
She puckered her lips and kissed the head of his cock. The clear liquid from his cock-tube got between her lips and, for a moment, she thought they were glued together. Then her lips opened and the cockhead was pushing relentlessly into her mouth. The pressure was to great. She couldn't contain it any longer.
She didn't dare contain it.
She needed it.
His cock pressured her jaws apart and the throbbing head was between her teeth. She started to bite it. Her teeth gently sank into the rubbery flesh. And then the tightening hands on her can silently warned her, brought her mind back to fact and reality.
She opened her jaws and throat.
His cock sank deeper. Soon the entire knob and a good portion of the thick shaft had entered her mouth. His thrusting prick was steaming hot, and Nick was gasping with the sensations the roof of her mouth caused on the head of his cock. His hips moved faster, withdrawing and then pumping his meat back into her mouth. He gained a little more of her throat with each driving thrust.
She was gagging, but then she started bobbing her head, moving her tongue back and forth along the length of his cock as he fucked in and out, in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was filled with pre-cum fluid and saliva. She timed his strokes with her bobbing head so she could swallow and regain her breath.
"That's it... that's better," he groaned. "Now hollow your checks and really suck on it!"
"Mmmmmm!"
"Don't just jerk it off with your mouth. Suck it. SUCK IT! DAMNIT SUCK THE FRIGGING THING!"
She sucked.
She closed her eyes and she opened her jaws and she sucked.
He strove harder to get the full length of his turgid prick into her throat. When he came, he wanted the cum to have a smooth, straight slide right down her throat and into her belly, with no chance for her to waste it on his carpet.
His cockhead was heading for the far depths of her throat. Then his lower belly, bristling with hair, was butting against her nose. He was mashing her nose as the full, throbbing length of his thick meat found a home in her throat.
"You got it all, Nattie baby. You got big Nick's big meat all the way in your mouth."
He lowered his ass slightly as he humped, and his balls bounced off her chin. He did it harder, spreading his knees around the wealth of her breasts. He wished he had made her take her clothes off. It would have been nice to feel those big, bare titties against his legs when he came. It was too late for that now though.
Then his hands were full of her hair. He pulled violently as his hips thrust in the same tempo. Her mouth became a wet, hot cauldron, a receptacle like any other for his spend.
Cum boiled in his balls.
The sperm tube on the underside of his cock expanded and contracted against her laying tongue.
"Suck it, you cunt! Suck my cock with your mouth!"
She barely managed to breathe around the onslaught of his pistoning prick. The throbbing head seemed to rip and tear at her throat with each powerful lunge. She grabbed his buttocks and held on to them for fear she would fall backward. She felt his corded ass-muscles clench tightly as he hammered his cock into her sucking mouth.
"I got it!" he growled. "I'm almost... almost coming like hell!"
She knew it. By sense and by feel she knew his load was at the boiling point and it would soon cascade like molten lava from the head of his cock.
She tried to pull away. Maybe he would let it flow into her hand. She thrashed her head from side to side in an effort to rid her throat of the oncoming storm.
"Oh no!" he gasped. "Oh no!"
He clutched her ears hard. She felt as though he would tear them from her head.
She stopped struggling.
Then he was truly there; he was coming inside her mouth.
The cum was thick and gooey. The spurts splattered against the roof of her mouth and, as his cock drove on, against the back of her throat.
"Don't hold your breath, Nattie baby! Swallow it! It'll show me how much you love it."
She had no choice. She gulped. His spunk became a steadily flowing river of hot cream rolling down her throat to form a pool in the pit of her belly.
When the last drop had been squeezed through the shaft and expended in her mouth, Nick pulled his cock from her mouth with a popping sound. He released his hold on her ears and she fell backwards onto the carpet, gasping for much needed air.
He shoved his cock back inside his pants and zipped up as he moved around behind the desk. "Just like the old days," he said, relighting his cigar.
She panted.
"Except then we were a little more civilized. You know what I mean... then we bothered to take our clothes off. But then we had something goin', didn't we?" He looked across the desk and down at her through a haze of smoke.
Hatred was in her eyes. "Does that mean we haven't got anything going now?"
"I don't know yet. I'll have to do some thinking on it. You want some mouthwash?"
She nodded.
"John's in there. It's in the cabinet above the sink."
She got to her feet and moved across the room. At the door she paused. "Nick?"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"In your thinkin' you wouldn't be entertaining the idea of havin' me apply for the third floor, would you?"
"You said it," he replied.
"I'm a whore, Nick, but I ain't no prostie."
"There's worse things."
"I'd kill myself first."
He went back to the paper on his desk. "I'll do some thinkin' on it." When the door of the restroom closed behind her, he buzzed his secretary. "Gertie, is that broad ready out there?"
"Yes, Mr. Jennings."
"Good... listen! This piece in here's usin' the can. When she's done, get her number, if she's got one, and then move her ass out the door. Unless, you want a little of it."
"No thanks," she replied. "You know I like 'em young and tender. An' young and tender that one ain't!"