Chapter 5

The next morning Archie got up early and went straight to work. He was fifteen minutes early and the first to arrive, except old Man Bundy, who was already in his office. Bundy was always the first one there. Archie went into his office and closed the door behind him.

When he came out, the whole crew was there. Berry was pounding out copy on his typewriter, even though there wasn't any copy to pound out. Donna was standing, bending over her drawing board; she was wearing a pair of shorts that were so short that the bottom half of both cheeks were bare. Jean was standing by Archie's drawing table. None of the account executives were in yet.

Archie stared at Donna's ass for a moment, then walked over to Jean. Her eyes were sparkling. Archie tossed his thumb in Donna's direction. "Nice," he said.

"Take a good long look, Arch; she's showing it off for you," Jean said.

"Do I detect the green-eyed monster?" Archie said.

"Shit," Jean snorted, "she's a child."

"A child with a nice ass," Archie added. Jean grinned and he took her hand. "Jean, I'm taking two weeks vacation. I'll be out of town." Jean's face dropped. "When?"

"Right now. I'm on my way out."

"Oh, honey," she cried.

"Jean, I...." He looked around. Both Donna and Berry were looking at them. He grabbed her hand. "Come on, walk out to the elevator with me.

When they got to the elevator her eyes were filled with tears.

"Jean, I've got to get away, get my head on straight," he said.

"Is your wife going with you?"

"No, I'm going alone."

Jean sniffed, smiled, and wiped a tear from her eye. She liked that. "Oh, Archie, I love you," she said, and threw her arms around his neck.

They kissed for a long time. His whole body tingled with excitement at the feel of her mouth on his. "Aw shit, I ... I think I love you, too," he said.

"Is it that hard to take?"

"No. I'm just confused."

"Well, get unconfused and come back to me," she said. "One more kiss."

They kissed passionately and Archie got in the elevator.

Archie went to the bank. The teller told him that his wife had closed out their savings account, all twenty-eight hundred dollars. He withdrew a hundred and fifty bucks from the checking account, leaving thirty-three dollars and thirty-three cents, and borrowed a couple of hundred on the car. He was on the outskirts of Des Moines, and headed west an hour later.

He saw the veil of smog long before he rolled off the high plain and caught sight of the Mile High City nestled lazily in the fuzzy crotch of the Rockies. He had driven into the night and slept fitfully in the car, starting out again when the hot morning sun awakened him. The sun was now a blazing ball of fire in his eyes and he was tired. He needed a breather; Florence and Salt Lake City would have to wait another day.

He cruised into town and stopped at the first big restaurant and had a man-sized steak and a couple of whiskeys. He had only been in Denver once before and decided to look around a little before finding a place to sack out. The city had changed, but the bars hadn't. He remembered his sister lived in Denver and thought he should give her a call. He hadn't seen her in four years and they'd had a fight then.

"What the fuck's her last name?" he mumbled. Her husband's name was Darrell something or other. He had hated the bastard the minute he laid eyes on him. "Shit, don't matter," he said.

"Watcha say, buddy?" the bartender said.

"Nothin'," Archie said, and paid for his drink.

At a little after midnight, he slid onto a barstool in a downtown strip joint for one more. He was feeling no pain. It was a nice little place, but the chicks looked so damn young. The girls danced to canned music and peeled down all the way.

He was talking to the bartender and watching a gorgeous little brunette push her G-string down below her pubic bush when a girl came over and leaned heavily against his arm and asked if he wanted some company. She was tall and slim, with no boobs at all. He said no without even looking at her face. He turned on his stool and watched her walk away; the joint was almost deserted, only three guys there besides himself, and he felt sorry for her, but he had a standing rule never to buy a hustler a drink. They charged double and got weak tea or a spoonful of cheap champagne over crushed ice and led a guy to nothing but bankruptcy. He didn't have the dough to pay for unfulfilled promises.

His head was tilted back draining the last precious drop from his glass when he felt her hot, soft leg against his. He dropped his head and was nose to nose with the little brunette he had been admiring earlier. She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue, a gorgeous little tongue, and smiled.

"Would you like to buy me a drink, Handsome?" she said.

"Aw ... I ... hell, it's awful late," he stammered.

She was standing between the Archie and the next barstool and her leg pressed hard against his. "It's never too late, honey," she said, touching his nose with the tip of her finger and letting it slide down against his lips.

She was a real dolly, with long brown hair that hung loose down her back, and the deepest, bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Even in the dim light they looked bluer than Flo's. He couldn't see the rest of her, she was standing too close, but he'd already seen all that there was to be seen, and it was great. She had pert, round tits and dark nipples, and a dark, hairy muff. Her legs were outstanding and reminded him of Jean's.

She puckered her fat little lips at him and slid up onto the barstool, pushing one of her knees between his legs.

Archie's better judgment said, "No way, baby," but his mouth said, "Yeh, I guess so."

She had slipped on a thin little dress that came an inch below when she was standing, and an inch above when she was sitting. He was glad she was sitting because he could see the crotch of her white panties. He figured it was the only thing she had on under the dress because her titties were swing free; his arm had told him that when she pressed against him.

"My name's Tina," she said, "what's yours?"

"Archie," he said.

"I like that; it fits you. Do you come in here often, Archie?"

"No. First time. I'm just passing through town."

"I didn't think I'd seen you before. I wouldn't forget you if you had," she said, pressing her leg against his. She rested her hand on his knee.

Archie knew it was all part of the game, a come-on, but her flattery blew his ego up like a balloon, and her hand on his knee sent shivers up his cock. The bartender brought the drinks and Archie paid for them.

"What do you do, Archie?" she asked.

"Aw, I'm ... I guess you could call me an artist ... and a writer."

"Oh, wow, that's neat," she said, and squeezed his knee, sliding her hand upwards a couple of inches.

Two drinks later, she held up her empty glass and looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Another one?" she asked.

Archie was sure she added, "sucker," and said, "This is getting me nowhere but broke, honey."

"Just one more," she whispered, her hand gliding up the inside of his thigh. "We can go over to a booth where it's nice and dark." She let her hand sneak from the inside of his thigh to his cock. She traced down it's length and back up the other side. "Oooh, Goddamn, you got it big, honey," she cried.

"Okay, one more," Archie said, taking the bait, hook, line, and sinker.

She let her hand linger on his throbbing hard-on and then dropped off the bar stool to her feet. She took his hand, brushed her lips lightly across his and said, "Let's go, sugar."

Her legs were fabulous, long and smooth, and she let him see all of them when she slid into the booth. He slid in beside her.

"Come closer," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "I'll nurse this one a long time, Archie; I don't want you to go." She leaned close and pressed her mouth over his.

Her smell was exquisite and her taste heady. He let her kiss him for a long time before he realized the waitress had brought the drink and was waiting for her money. He took out his wallet and peeled out the bills.

"How old are you, Tina?" he asked.

"Eighteen," she whispered. "Don't squeal on me, because legally I can't work here. This is strictly a twenty-one state where liquor is concerned. I have a friend who made me some phony credentials."

"So young," Archie mused. "Do you have any idea how old I am?"

"Old enough to make a girl...." She giggled. "Happy," she added.

She had one arm tightly around his waist and was practically sitting on his lap. She kissed his neck and then stuck her wet little tongue into his ear. Archie shivered.

"Do you like working in a, uh ... a place like this?"

"Sure. It's a gas, really, and I like to dance. And the pay is great, too. I'm no artist, I'll admit, but I don't do too bad."

She fumbled for a cigarette from the pack on the table. She put one in her mouth, and while Archie lit it for her, she put her hand under the table and squeezed his cock through his pants. A thrill raced up Archie's spine.

"Actually, I guess I'd have to say I like stripping in front of strange men," she said, blowing a thin stream of blue smoke from her lips. "It runs me on, and I like to be turned on. They don't let you do much here. I've been thinking of moving farther out where they really let you get with it, you know, squat down and lay down and really spread open, and they let you get a lot closer to the customers there. I don't like to be inhibited when a bunch of dirty men are watching.

She took a drink from her glass and a long pull on her cigarette and put her hand back on his cock. She massaged it slowly through his pants. He was rock hard.

"Some places don't let a girl mingle, though, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like sitting with customers, flirting, teasing; you know, fooling around. Jesus, you really got a hard-on, Archie."

She squeezed the lump in his pants and then took his big hand and pressed tightly into the damp depths of her lap.

"Baby, you're really turning me on," Archie said.

"That's the general idea," Tina said.

She kissed him again, her tongue hot and alive in his mouth, her hand back on his cock.

Archie felt helpless; she really had him going now. He put his hand under her skirt and her legs fell open. He could feel her slit through the panties, and they grew wet when he ran his finger along the groove. She was breathing hard, but Archie knew it was a put on because when he tried to get his fingers inside the legband, she pulled away.

"I'm on next, so I better go and get ready. Will you wait for me?" she asked.

He hesitated and must have looked dubious.

"I don't usually offer too much, Archie, a few kisses, maybe a squeeze in the right place to keep a guy interested, but if I dig a guy ... I'll go a lot further. I dig you, Archie."

The sudden feel of her cool hand against his flesh was startling; he hadn't even realized she had him unzipped. She hauled his cock out and slowly masturbated him, then let go and got to her feet.

"Please wait, Archie," she said. "And don't put it back. Keep it out and hard for me."

"I'll wait," Archie said.

He felt like a prize sucker while he waited, but had to admit that for such a young girl she was already an expert at keeping a John on the string. Her dance was positively lewd, and directed right at Archie. He couldn't help himself; he had to wait. He put his hand under the table and slowly pulled on his cock. She had said to keep it hard, and between her dance and his hand, he didn't figure he would have any problem.

After her number, Tina disappeared behind stage for several minutes. She came out in the same little dress and slid in beside Archie. Her hand went quickly up his leg to his cock. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his shaft. "Mmmmm, yeh," she sighed, "you got a big one, Archie. I like big ones."

He ordered another round of drinks while she slowly pulled on his cock. She let go of his prick and took his hand and pushed it slowly up between her legs. It reached the top and he felt hair, hair as soft and silky as a duckling's down.

"That was my last gig so I left them off, Archie. Play with me, honey."

They sat kissing, Tina's hand sliding up and down on his cock, Archie spreading the hot little lips with the tip of his finger. She moaned softly and pressed against his finger. He was inside her to the first knuckle when the house lights glared on. Archie pulled away and looked around, blinking in the sudden light.

"It's two A.M., Archie, closing time. Time sure flys when you're having fun," she giggled, brushing her tiny skirt over her crotch and reaching for a cigarette. "I have a good idea, Archie, why not join us for breakfast?"

"Us?" Archie said.

"Yeh. Me and Jack, the bartender over there glaring at us. The young one with the black moustache. He's my husband."

"Your husband?" Archie cried, feeling like a prize chump.

"Don't look so startled, honey; he's not glaring, really."

He watched the young man with the black moustache walk over and slide in beside Tina. Archie put his deflated cock back in his pants and zipped up as unobtrusive as he could, his surprise turning to a slow burn.

"Jack, this is Archie," Tina said. "I invited him to have breakfast with us."

"Great," Jack said.

Archie declined, but Jack kept insisting. He was a real nice guy and Archie finally gave in. He wasn't mad anymore because he had known all along that it would turn out something like this. He figured he deserved it for being a sucker.

Over ham and eggs in an all night restaurant, they got quite friendly. Tina sat in the middle and played with Archie's cock under the table. Jack ate little and talked constantly.

"Where you staying?" Jack asked.

"I'll just sack out in my car so I can head on west early," Archie said.

"Hey, man, that's no good. Why don't you spend the night with us?" Jack said.

"Aw, I couldn't put you to that much trouble."

"No trouble, man. I insist."

Archie looked at Jack and then at Tina. She smiled and nodded her head. She had him unzipped again and was tracing her finger inside his pants on his cock. Archie felt awkward and blushed, sure that Jack had to be suspicious of what she was doing.

Archie followed their VW van for about twenty minutes before they pulled up beside a little white frame house. It wasn't a bad little place, but was pretty piled up inside. It was obvious that housekeeping was not one of Tina's strong points.

"Do you want a drink, Archie?" Jack asked.

"I think I'll pass, Jack. I'm half looped now and I'm beat," Archie answered, yawning.

"Make me one, sweets," Tina said.

Jack went into the kitchen to make the drinks and Tina started making up the couch, which pulled out into a bed. Archie shivered when she bent over the low couch. She still wasn't wearing underpants and the lips of her pussy squeezed between her thighs.

"Shit, I hate to put you kids to so much trouble," Archie said, and looked away, trying to get his mind off the bare ass peeping out from under Tina's skirt.

Tina straightened up and turned. "It's really no trouble, honey, no trouble at all," she said, and kissed him, her hand sliding across the bulge in his pants. "Geez, you're still hard."

"For God's sake, Tina," Archie blurted, looking in the direction of the kitchen.

"It's okay, honey, Jack doesn't mind." She kissed him again, her tongue in his mouth, and squeezed his cock.

Tina was back to making the bed when Jack ambled in, a tall drink in each hand. "I'm gonna hit the sack, babe; tomorrow is another working day," he said.

Archie sighed with relief when Tina finished making up the bed, and without another word, went into the bedroom with Jack. Archie snapped out the light, quickly stripped down to his shorts and crawled under the covers.

He could hear them talking softly in the bedroom and smelled the unmistakable aroma of pot. Tina was giggling. Archie felt kind of drunk all of a sudden, and unusually good. He hadn't gotten laid, but it didn't matter now; he got his money's worth. Maybe he would call his sister in the morning, after all, before he cruised out. He hadn't realized how beat he was and dropped off quickly.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping when he realized there was someone in bed with him and sat up. Tina put the palm of her hand over his mouth and pushed his head back onto the pillow. Her other hand was at the front of his shorts, found the opening and slid inside.

"Let's push those shorts off," she whispered, her hand already sliding smoothly back and forth on his cock.

"Where's Jack?" Archie asked.

"He's sound asleep. He drank too much."

"He didn't act drunk to me."

"He was, honey, he just doesn't show it. He always drinks too much when I dig a guy."

She let go of his cock and pushed on his shorts. He raised up and let her roll them over his ass. She threw the covers back and pulled his shorts down his legs and off, then she lay down beside him. She was naked, too, and felt great against his body. Archie put his arms around her and pulled her close.

"You sure are hairy, Archie. It tickles," she giggled.

They started kissing and feeling each other. Her cunt was wet, almost sticky, and Archie had a tremendous hard-on, in spite of his uneasiness about Jack.

"Yeh, Jack knows I dig you," she said, and rolled over on top of him. "Just lie still, honey; let me do it."

She was spread out on top of him and raised her ass to let her hand slip in and grasp him. She squeezed him playfully for several seconds before putting the tip of his cock against her cunt lips. Her pussy seemed to open up and gobble at him, and she gave a little grunt and forced herself around his cock.

Archie grunted in return when he felt her warmth surround him and lifted up. Her pussy skinned back his foreskin as he went in. She was tight and couldn't have taken him so easily if she hadn't been so well lubricated.

"Oof," she grunted, "you really are big. Give me some more, honey." She went into a gentle hip roll, slowly screwing herself onto his cock. "Feels good. I knew you'd feel good, Archie. Won't take me long like this; I come quick when I'm on top."

She started bouncing against him, pulling up to slide his cock across her clit each time she came up. She went faster and faster, holding herself away from close contact with her hands and knees. Her breathing became short gasps and she was literally riding on five points: two hands, two knees, and his cock.

"I'm coming, Archie, I'm coming. Just lie still and let me bring myself all the way. Aw, fuck, fuck, that feels good!"

She jerked above him for a few seconds, then her weight came down on his body. He could feel the sweat on her breasts as it cooled his skin. He let her lie still for a few more seconds before he started thrusting. He usually lasted a long time in this position, but she was so tight he figured he might as well go for a quick hard come himself.

He held her tight with his arms and thrust up into her, pumping rapidly with hard strokes. "I hope you're on the pill, baby, 'cause I'm gonna blast off," he cried.

"Yes, yes," she wheezed, "don't stop ... I'm gonna make it again, too."

They thrashed together, each coming hard. Archie kept pumping until his cock was wrung out. He dropped his arms straight out. She lay quietly spread-eagled on top of him.

"You really make it, don't you, baby?" Archie said.

"Yeh, man, fast and furious. I never did understand what all the fuss about a girl coming was. It's easy for me. I made it the first time I was laid, and I was only fourteen. Want to hear about it?"

"No," Archie told her. "Most guys do," she teased. "I'm not most guys."

"I guess that's why I dig you so much. Maybe I'll just go to California with you."

"I never said I was going to California."

"You know, Archie," she said, ignoring him, "Jack is always real hot for me after I make it with another guy."

"He know you have other men?"

"Sure. If he hadn't drunk so much and passed out, he'd be listening to us, prepping for his turn."

"Do you do this sort of thing often?"

"Only when I dig a guy. I never ball with a guy I don't dig. I dig you, Archie."

She rolled off beside him and held his face in her hands, lightly kissing him. "Yeh, I really dig you, Arch. Old Jack was so bombed he couldn't get it up and I knew I would have to have you. Course I knew I had to have you anyway; Jack knew it, too."

Archie had always thought he was a real square when it came to shit like this, but the more she talked the more aroused he got. She kept kissing his neck and finally took his hand and pushed it between her legs.

"Feel my cunt, Archie. It wants you again." She found his cock with her hand. "Yeh, you're hard again. I knew I could count on you. Let's fuck again."

Archie rolled over on top of her. "I'll do the honors this time," he said. He grabbed his cock and found her sheath. He went in easily this time and her legs came up over his back, pulling him all the way into her slot.

"Oh, goddamn, but I dig fucking!" she screamed.

It had been good with her on top, but it was even better with her firm little body under his. He was in deep and snug, and her legs held him firmly in place. She started writhing, showing him some movements that he didn't know existed. She was still tight, too, in spite of his slick goo. He wondered how a girl who must fuck as much as she did stayed so tight.

"Oh, shit man, that feels good. Don't stop, don't slow down, just keep on fucking," she cried.

Archie fucked hard, his cock already tingling with joy. He thought he would last a long time, but she was too active, grinding under him, her cunt clutching at his cock like a vise.

"I'm gonna come," he cried.

"Yeh, yeh, me too," Tina shrieked.

They came together, sweating and straining to drain every drop of pleasure they could get. Tina's legs fell away from his back and they lay there panting for breath.

"Just leave it in and go to sleep, lover. I want to wake up with your cock inside me in the morning," she said.