Chapter 4

He drove me home shortly after we finished screwing. I told him that I needed to go over and tell my boss I was quitting, but before going I wanted to get some rest.

"You can always rest here," he had told me.

"I don't think I could. Knowing that you're around," I had replied.

"Am I that much of a distraction?" he had asked.

"Damned right you are. Particularly that big distraction between your legs."

We had a good laugh on that one and he drove me back to my place, promising to get in touch with me the next day.

"You'll have your first job then," he informed.

The big reason why I wanted to be alone for awhile was to work myself up into the right frame of mind to talk to Barney, my boss. A heavy set guy in his early sixties, Barney had treated me like a dear, giving me bonuses whenever business was boosted by what he considered my efforts.

"I've gotta keep my girls happy," he had always told me.

He had given me my break when I was a nobody, a scared little girl in a strange new city. Now I'd have to go in there and tell him that I was quitting him. I didn't like the prospect, and for awhile after going inside and pouring myself a drink I even considered the possibility of calling Cliff and canceling out rather than disappoint him.

But then I'd get to thinking how much I loved Cliff and how much I wanted to fuck him and I realized that, hard as it was, I'd have to face the music and quit Barney.

Following several drinks I became sleepy enough to want to take a nap. The drinks combined with all the fucking caused me to sleep soundly until early evening. Fortunately I was off that evening so that I wouldn't be catching Barney off guard, before he had a chance to replace me.

I took a soothing warm shower, then had a couple quick shots of vodka to warm my insides and put a little more courage into me, so that it would be a little easier to tell Barney what I had to.

I got into my car and drove toward the bar. The more I drove and the more I thought about things the more difficult I realized the whole quitting process would be.

When I whisked into the driveway leading to the parking lot I was hoping that I wouldn't see his car. That way I'd be putting off my talk with him. But sure enough it was there.

I pulled my car to a stop right next to his, then climbed the stairs leading to the back entrance, which was closed off to the customers and let to the business office and the girls' dressing rooms.

I knocked softly on his office door.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It's me. Carolyn."

"Oh sure. Come in, baby. It's unlocked."

He was sitting behind his desk working ion his books, his glasses dangling on the end of his nose.

"Sit down, baby," He gestured me toward a chair directly across from his desk.

"Thank you."

"What can I do for you?" he asked after a long pause. "I hope there's nothing wrong." "Why do you say that?" "The look on your face."

That proud black man had come a long way in his life, working his way up from a shoe shine boy in a tiny Mississippi town to a prosperous bar owner on the South Side of Los Angeles. At that moment he had three bars, one of which he was trying to sell. All were prosperous, with the one I worked at being the most prosperous. I knew how much I'd helped in the prosperity and that was what made it so hard to walk out on him. He could always tell what was on my mind, whether I was troubled or happy, just by looking at me. I decided I'd better face up to the issue fast.

"I'm gonna have to quit," I sputtered the words out as fast as I could since they were so hard to say.

Then we had a long talk. He kept his cool through it all and kept reaffirming that he wanted only the best for me, and that he hoped that eventually I'd be able to better myself.

"You getting married?" he asked hopefully.

"No."

"Then you're going to work somewhere else?" "Yeah." "Another bar?" "No, not a bar."

"Don't you wanna tell me?" his eyes wore a look of hurt. I had always let my hair down in front of him in the past, like he was my father or a highly respected uncle.

I thought about how much I should tell him. I was afraid to open too much since there wasn't a great deal I knew about my new job. I had trusted Cliff implicitly.

"I'll be working for Cliff Phillips," I finally decided to tell him.

"The basketball player?" he flashed me a look of surprise.

"Yeah, that's the guy."

"I've heard that guy's a lot of trouble," he warned.

"I happen to love him, Barney." "I'm sorry, baby. I'm not trying to put him down. It's just that I've heard some things." "Like what?"

"Oh, I'd rather not repeat them. It probably doesn't mean anything."

"All I know is I love him."

"Just be careful," he admonished softly. Then a thin smile crept on his face. "And good luck."

"Thank you." I got up and kissed him gratefully on the lips. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, something I had vowed I wouldn't let happen.

"And you've always got a job here anytime as long as I'm running this place," he told me as I got up and prepared to leave. "Just remember that."

"I will," I blew him a kiss as I left.

Now that I'd gotten it all off my chest I didn't feel as bad about the whole thing, even though I did wonder about those mysterious words he voiced about Cliff.

I listened to records the rest of the night and turned in early, not knowing what time Cliff would be calling me the next day. I began feeling like a fool for not demanding more specifics from him, more details about the nature of work I'd be doing. I also wished that I'd pressed Barney a little more about revealing things concerning Cliff.

I got up about nine and fixed a leisurely breakfast, then had an even more leisurely shower. The hours seemed to roll by. I started wondering if Cliff hadn't been playing me along for some kind of sadistic kick. I wondered if I'd be hearing from him at all.

The more the hours that passed by the more skeptical I got about Cliff and his whole operation. Then a few minutes past at three the phone rang. It was Cliff on the other end. "How you feel?" he asked me right off. "Just fine."

"That's good, baby. I hope you're nice and rested, cause that's the way I want you." "I am."

"Great, just great. That's my girl. You got a pen and a piece of paper close by?" "I sure have."

"Well get'm out. I've got an address for you." "Sure thing."

He gave me directions plus an address of building behind a cocktail bar near San' Pedro Avenue. I was familiar with the area, and had ever driven past the bar several times, so I knew what he was talking about right off.

"Okay, great. Be there by seven-thirty. No later You hear?"

"Gotcha."

"Okay. Just rap on the back door three times Then we'll let you inside."

On that note he hung up. The element of mystery was gradually widening. Now that he ha called I got to wondering all the more what this whole deal was all about.

I had an early dinner, then got in my car and drove over to the address he had given me. I parked in the lot behind the bar, then looked around, trying to find this building that he mentioned. The only thing I could see was an old shed that looked like a garage that somebody had abandoned. I wondered if that dingy old place could be the one that he mentioned.

I walked toward it, moving all the way past it to the back. I noticed that there was a door in the rear, so I decided to give it a try. I rapped three times just as I had been instructed to do.

The door opened a crack. Cliff peeked through that crack, giving me a not of recognition, then opening it wider.

"Come in, baby," he kissed me on the cheek.

"What's going in here?"

"We're getting ready to give a little exhibition to those homey cats out in the front," he gestured sweepingly.

I could hear loud noises coming from the other side of the place. It turned out I was going to be doing the same thing that I had done on my last job. Or at least so it appeared.

"I'll introduce you to the other members of our little crew," he motioned me toward a tiny dressing cubicle. Two beautiful girls were sitting on a bench naked. One was a gorgeous olive-skinned Mexican girl with long dark eyelashes and flashing black eyes, while the other one was a light-complexioned Negro girl with perfect features, long shimmering black hair that came down almost to her waist, and a perfect figure.

"Jackie and Consuela, this is the girl I was telling you about, Carolyn Barnett, the newest member of our group," Cliff said.

"Pleased to meet you, honey," Jackie smiled warmly.

"How do you do," Consuela said, with heavy traces of a Mexican accent.

A few minutes later some loud rock sounds came booming out of a record player toward the front. Then Cliff said: "Okay girls, it's time to go on."

With his quick cue Jackie and Consuela jumped to their feet and walked briskly toward the front. There was a heavy curtain that separated the part of the room where we were from the part where the customers were located.

Cliff walked behind them, turning for a moment and calling to me: "C'mon, you'll wanna see this."

I'll admit, my curiosity was so bad I could hardly stand it. I could hardly wait to see what was going to happen.

Cliff stood next to me as we looked through tiny peep holes in the curtain so we could observe the girls in action. They sauntered sexily hand-in-hand toward a mat in the center of the large raised stage, from which they would be performing.

Out in the audience there were scores of guys sprawled out all over the place. Some were slouched in chairs, while others were just lying on the floor. Most of them had a drink of something in their hand, and there was a small bar behind where the men were with a bartender standing routinely in back of it.

Most of the guys in the audience were black, but there were also a few white guys there. When they caught their first glimpse of Jackie and Consuela they let out a series of howls and whistles.

"How'd you like to fuck them?" one guy hollered out.

"I'd like to take either one of them home and throw my wife out of bed," another guy yelled.

The second guy's remark triggered a lot of laughter.

Then things settled into a sudden hush as the two voluptuous beauties, their patches of black cunt hair sparkling against the floodlights that shone directly above them, got on top of the mat and looked into each other's eyes.

"Watch this. They're great," Cliff whispered.

The silence was followed by deafening cheers and whistles as the girls threw their arms around each other in a wrestling position.

"They're gonna make war, not love," one wag shouted.

That set off some laughter, followed by foot stomping. As for the girls, they appeared to be stimulated by the crowd. I've gotta admit that, for the first time in my life, I got very much turned on watching two beautiful girls.

They put on quite a wrestling match, clutching at each other's beautiful body, throwing each other down to the mat and grappling as the sweat poured profusely down their bodies. They both had trim, voluptuous frames, just as well built as I was, with big tits, sleek legs, and tight, compact asses.

First Jackie would gain the advantage, then Consuela, who looked to be about two inches or so shorter than Jackie. The action kept going hot and heavy until finally they wound up with their bodies resting across from each other, their mouths close to each other's cunt and ass.

At the same instant their tongues pushed for- ward and they let them make contact with each other's ass. Those tongues darted at a quick pace and so did their asses, which swayed with every movement.

"Now they're gonna make love, not war" a guy shouted.

The place was virtual bedlam, and as I looked through the audience I could see many of the guys setting their drinks down and paying swift attention to their pricks. Impatiently they would flip their flies open and go to work on their meat, which they'd pump on with brisk up and down movements. The crowd had been worked into a feverish frenzy by the two beautiful girls.

"Those guys really did that," Cliff said with obvious pleasure.

"I can see why. They do look beautiful. I see what you meant when you said that your acts go a lot further than girls turning on guys with their dancing."

"Yeah, and you've only seen the first part of the act. You know you're gonna be in this too."

"That's what I figured. Mind telling me what part I'm gonna play?"

"Yes I do. It'd spoil all the surprise if I did.

"You wise son of a bitch."

"Now, now. That's no language for a lady."

"If I was a lady I'd never be here."

He chuckled at my remark. Then we both returned our attention to Jackie and Consuela. Their asses were rolling as their tongues scraped resolutely along inside each other's ass.

They were both good and moist between the legs, and now that they were warmed up they realized it was time to move on to something else.

Consuela made a fresh move at that point, shoving her head down into the moistness between Jackie's legs. Her tongue rushed hungrily into Jackie's box, splashing with savage need, as if she hadn't expressed herself in years.

Jackie's body trembled at the outset. Then after the initial surprise of the cunt penetration wore off she thrust her tongue squarely between Consuela's legs and lapped with the ardent enthusiasm of a thirsty dog after a saucer of milk.

The crowd was absolutely going wild. Some of the guys were standing up and pumping, while others were jerking off from a sitting position as their bodies contorted.

But practically all of them were jerking off, and pumping for all they were worth.

Consuela rolled her fingers around Jackie's lovely buttocks as she continued letting her tongue fly. Jackie reached around and found Consuela's ass cheeks with her fingers as they continued sucking each other at a speedy clip.

"I can't stand watching much more of this without having to jack off myself," Cliff admitted as his eyes remained frozen on what was going on, on stage.

I didn't say anything, but I was getting the same kind of basic urges from watching their beautiful bodies in motion. Those asses were as trim and compact as any I'd ever seen, and I couldn't help but think how much my old boss Barney would have liked having them available to dance at his bar.

The longer they sucked the faster the pace became, until eventually it was on the blinding side. I could tell that they'd done it with each other many times, judging by the way they controlled their body movements and conducted themselves in perfect symmetry, matching each other on a stroke for stroke basis.

I really got hot down there between my legs through focusing my eyes on their blazing tongues lapping up each other's cunt. They controlled their climaxes for awhile, but eventually nature spoke as Jackie gushed first, followed seconds later by Consuela.

They weren't satisfied, however, with one explosion. They went back to work zealously, determined to get each other off again.

While they sucked I observed some of the men creaming right on the floor as their fingers pumped meat at a diligent pace.

The girls didn't stop until they had shot for a second time. Then they embraced, shoving their tits against each other. Seeing those tits press against each other almost caused me to shoot. I was so worked up that I hoped I would be on next and would get to fuck Cliff. I was more than ready to accommodate that big black cock of his, and the sooner I had it in me the better.

After their fervent embrace the girls got up and took sweeping bows. At that point all the men jumped to their feet and gave them a thunderous round of applause.

"Yeah, they were on tonight, really on," Cliff nodded happily, turning and looking at me. "And speaking of on, you're on next."

"After watching an exhibition like that I'm ready."

"I know just what you mean," he nodded.