Chapter 3
The Purple Parrot Club was rockin' and rollin' on this particular Saturday night. Brad and Dinah were in a fine mood as they finished their drinks and got up to do a little dancing. Brad admired the blonde's taut female body, taking in the way her skimpy little dress clung to her curvaceous form.
As the opening bars of Milk Shake Mad'mo'zele by Jerry Lee Lewis and his Pumping Piano throbbed through a dozen hidden speakers, the blonde girl began to shake out her stuff.
Brad's own dancing was abbreviated, as he concentrated on watching his hot blonde. Her womanly hips were straining the material of her dress. The tops of her titties were clearly visible over the low neckline, and Brad completely enjoyed watching the hot knobs quake and quiver. He moved close enough to observe the moisture of her perspiration, as droplets formed in and above her cleavage.
"Shake it for me Baby." .
"Yeah!"
The blonde girl licked her lips, moistening her mouth. She let him have a man-melting smile, winking her eyes and allowing a playful smile to light up her face.
Brad's dick throbbed in response to her twinkling erotic gaze. He watched her lips pout, watched her toss her hair back and shimmy her shoulders.
"Oh Baby!" Dinah let out. "I love to dance for you."
The dancing couple were unaware of the fact that Terry and Nina-who were supposed to meet them at the Parrot-had arrived. The couple took seats near the dance floor and ordered drinks.
"Your friends really dance," Nina let out breathlessly, her big eyes on the hot sweating blonde.
"Yeah, Dinah can move it. Brad's not bad either," Terry let out softly.
"I don't see YOU watching Brad," Nina goofed.
"Well, for that matter, your eyes are glued to Dinah too," Terry let out.
"Yeah, that blonde just makes my blood boil."
"She's hot alright," Terry said. "That rump makes me lose my mind."
"Like a lot of blondes," Nina began, "your friend Dinah's got that creamy hot complexion. I love to see her sweaty like that! Oh, my pussy is getting wet."
Terry reached under the table, placing his hand on Nina's upper thigh.
"You can take my word for it, Terry," the girl said, a trace of impatience in her voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong. Just don't start something you can't finish."
"Who says I can't finish?"
"Well, maybe you can. But not here. Not now."
"How'd you like to get tongue-fucked while you watch Dinah dance?"
"Hmm, sounds like fun."
Terry, his face alive with mischief, moved down low in his chair.
"Where you going?"
"Well, under the table, girl. That's the only way I could possible-"
"Terry!"
"What are you worried about? The tablecloth will cover my moves, Nina. Just relax and enjoy the show and I'll take care of your cunt for you. I'll make sure I finish what I've started, after all."
The girl shrugged. If Terry was crazy enough to go under the table and give her a wet kiss on the cunt, it was certainly alright with her.
And watching the blonde while having her pussy tongue-fucked, was a spanking good idea at that.
Terry took a silk napkin and placed it on the floor to cushion his knees. He had every intention of being down there for as long as it took to rock Nina's world.
"Hmmm," Nina let out, feeling the heat in her inner thighs, as Terry's slick fingers moved deftly.
"Lift your butt, Honey."
Nina was wearing a loose pleated mini-skirt. She lifted her rump cakes off the chair for a second, to allow Terry to slide her panties down. She looked down under the table just as Terry held her panties to his nose and took a deep breath.
"Pussssssy gooodness!" he let out, his eyes rolling, nostrils quivering.
Nina chuckled, turning from Terry to the dance floor, where Brad and Dinah were still working' hard.
It was Terry's turn to work. He let his thumbs gently move up the girl's inner thighs, resting on her pussy lips and moving them gently apart.
"OoooOo!" Nina let out.
Terry's tongue flicked over the little pink clicker, moistening the hot button as it stood up erect, and awaiting some further attention.
"Hmmmmmm," Nina moaned, as Ten-y blew warm air on her clit. She wriggled in her seat, moving so that her rump was on the edge of the seat.
"Baby, I love that taste. It's like fresh seafood," Terry let out.
"What?"
He winked at her. "Never mind. It's not time for talking right now."
The girl looked back to the dance floor. She could see the sweat forming circles under Dinah's arms, and glinting on her upper breasts. The blonde beauty was at her best when her hair was mussed up and her long cool body was starry with perspiration.
Dinah tossed her hair back and shimmied her shoulders, and Nina, studying her carefully, began to roll her hips gently. She could feel Terry's tongue slipping and sliding; from her clitoris, down to her pussy and even further down to dance over the hot button of her butt.
"OooOoOo!"
"Hmmmmmmm," Terry let out, letting his tongue dig into her cunt on the way back up to her clit.
"Wow!" Nina let out, feeling a pre-orgasmic tingle. This was more fun than she'd anticipated. At first, when Terry brought up the idea, Nina thought it was a goof. Something designed to make her cool him out.
Nina knew his sense of humor. He loved to be the bad boy, and have her scold him and act like a party poop. Well this time she was not going to be a stable influence. If he wanted to worship her pussy in a crowded Rock'n'Roll Club, it was more than alright with her.
"Go Terry!" the girl hissed. "Work on it!"
"Mmmmm," Terry let out. His face was slick with pussy dew now, and his tongue was beginning to delve into the hot silky crevices of her pussy.
"OoOoo!" Nina let out, as she felt a wet finger slip back and rest on the button of her asshole She lifted her rump off of the seat slightly.
Terry cupped the quivering balls of her buttocks, and drew his face in deep, so that his tongue penetrated the lips of her pussy. He moved into her cunt with his wet tongue.
"Yipes!"
Terry would have smiled, if his face wasn't busy bringing pleasure to the hot Nina. "Ohh, Terry, that's beginning to do it!"
"Mmmmmm!"
Nina looked up in time to see Dinah's hot knob tops shake and quake. Then she looked down, just as Terry's tongue moved out of her cunt and flicked over her clitoris.
This combination of stimuli was enough to drive the lovely Nina into a convulsion of pure pleasure. She felt her spine quiver as the heat of pre-orgasmic electricity pulsed through her sweating hot body.
"Ohh, Terrryyyyyy!"
He took advantage of her pussy dew, to moisten a finger and slide it into the pretty girl's tight rump. He wiggled his finger in her ass, as his tongue moved once again, into her silky pussy. He wiggled his tongue inside her.
"OooOcOooooooOoooo!"
"Mmmmmm!" he let out, his tongue vibrating as he hummed. He continued to tongue-fuck the lovely Nina.
Nina's spine tightened as her hips began to quiver.
Terry felt the smooth inner thighs close around his ears. The girl began squeezing his head as orgasmic heat began to make her girlish body wriggle.
"Ooo Yesssssss!"
Nina's orgasm shook the table!
Dinah thought she was seeing things. Was it her imagination, or was that Nina sitting there at the table, seemingly alone. What was weird, Dinah realized, was that the table was MOVING! And Nina appeared to be dancing in her seat.
"Brad, what's going on over there?"
"Oh, I didn't see them come in. That's Nina. I guess Terry's nearby."
Dinah chuckled. "I think he's closer than nearby, Darling. Let's dance over closer and get a glimpse of what's going on."
"How about let's stop dancing and just walk up to their table?"
"Sure!"
Dinah giggled as he took her hand and led her across the dance floor, to the table where Nina, now in the deepest sexual convulsions, shook with the fever.
"Oh Terry, that feels soooooooOooo goooOoood!"
Terry's Anger was in Nina's rump, and his tongue was in her pussy. His other fingers flickered and massaged the hot taut pink button of her clitoris.
All of this stimuli was clearly driving the lovely Nina into fits of joy.
Dinah sat down next to Nina and brought her blonde face close. "Hello Nina."
Nina's eyes looked up, and she took in the pretty blonde. "Hello Dinah."
"So what's going on?"
Nina's slight abbreviated nod and lowered eyes, made the blonde look down under the table. "Oh!"
"What's goin' on?" Brad asked.
"Well, look for yourself," Dinah suggested.
Brad and Dinah both observed the source of the moving table, and when they became aware of Terry's head between Nina's head, they began to laugh wildly.
"Go, Terry!"
"Lick it up, Terry," Brad encouraged.
Nina's spine tightened as the orgasm built up to prime heat, and rippled through her moist girlish body. The 'gasm was on her full now, causing her eyes to roll back, her nostrils flaring wildly as she let out little gasps of pleasure.
The orgasm made her shiver with pleasure, as her clit tingled in electric pleasure.
The orgasm passed, and the lovely Nina's taut muscle tone suddenly relaxed. The thighs opened up, and Terry's head was no longer in a vice-like grip-
"Ooo, Terryyyyy!"
Terry looked up. "You rang?"
"Terry, you are a wild man!" Dinah let out, observing Terry's swollen lips and moist face. His cheeks, chin, and mouth were covered with glinting pussy dew.
"Oh, Terry, I can't tell you how nice that felt," Nina let out. "I mean, that was just entirely incredible, Terry. I've never felt anything that fine."
"Uhmmm," Terry let out modestly.
Terry was on his way up, getting to his feet, as the waitress came back. The hip cocktail waitress took one look at Terry's face and winked. She turned to Nina. "Got yourself a champion muff-diver there, don't we Honey?"
"Oh, he's an athlete," Nina agreed.
"He should be in the tongue Olympics," Brad agreed, noting the pretty turn of the cocktail waitress's rump.
"Do you suppose she made him do that?" Dinah asked Brad.
"Naww, knowing Terry, I'd say it was his idea to get on his knees and stick his tongue up Nina's cunt right here in this club. Terry's like that. He needs it, man, look out. He needs it NOW. There's no way you're going to make the man wait until a more appropriate moment."
"Wow!" Dinah let out, looking impressed. She playfully eyed Brad's lips. "That looks like fun."
"Yeah, but you know, Dinah, these things can go either way."
"Oh?"
"That's true," Nina said, licking her lips so that the red lipstick glowed. "I could easily get down under the table and return the favor."
"That's right!" Terry agreed.
"In fact," Nina continued, "having your tongue in my pussy, Darling, has given me a real hunger for some stiff pulsing male meat."
"Oh?"
"Would you like to cum in my mouth, Terry?"
"Do ursine creatures defecate in arboreal regions?" Terry let out.
"Ah, probably."
"It's possible," Brad agreed.
"Darling, it's more than possible," Nina let out, a twinkle in her eye as she took a napkin and began carefully removing her lipstick.
"What are you doing, Nina?"
"I don't want to leave lipstick on him, Dinah, it will look too much like blood."
Dinah blushed deeply and Terry and Brad chuckled at the blonde's sudden flushing.
Nina, meanwhile, was busy adjusting herself. Without a word, she slid like a snake, under the table. She was in the process of assuming position, when the cocktail waitress returned.
"Another round?" the waitress let out, winking as she realized why Nina was not visible.
"Oh, absolutely. Bring us all a good stiff drink, young lady," Brad said. "Make it double martinis all around."
"Double?! Well, this is one happy party," the waitress let out playfully.
Brad watched the hot waitress, hand on her hip, as her eyes took in the obvious action below the table. "I'll see what I can do about having my mixologist work up some smokin' liquid for you guys here."
"Thanks tootsie," Brad said.
The waitress swung her hips on her way to the kitchen. Brad's eyes turned to the lovely Nina, who was placing napkins under her knees to cushion her from the floor.
"Terry, I think you're in for it," Brad mumbled, clearly envious of his friend's coming pleasure.
"Think so, hey? Well, I earned it, m'man."
"Now that's probably true," Brad said. He looked at his pretty blonde and winked.
"Terry ... Nina, can we watch?" Dinah let out.
"I don't think they'd have it any other way," Brad let out softly.
"You can watch me anytime," Nina said to Dinah, clearly flirting with the lovely blonde. "And if you get hot, open your legs and I'll get around to you."
"Oh!"
Nina laughed at the blonde beauty's shock at this proposition. How amusing it was to make those pretty eyes widen in alarm, Nina realized, feeling her pussy heat up with the thought of licking Dinah's blonde bush.
Brad watched the action, amused, and happy for his pussy-crazy friend. He didn't need to feel competitive; if he snapped his fingers, Dinah would be under the table. He did wonder if he could convince Dinah to make it with the wild Nina. He could tell that the blonde was in awe of Nina. Not to mention the fact that Nina was a powerful producer, and could help Dinah with her career.
The next time Brad did business with a female producer he knew he was going to picture her under a table giving some guy a blow-job. Conditioning. Sometimes it made no sense.
Terry was beginning to breathe heavier. His eyes were virtually glued on Dinah's bust. They were sure worth watching.
That afternoon Brad had taken Dinah shopping. First thing they did was buy her some lingerie. Brad picked out just about everything. A few pairs of silk high-cut panties. A see-through negligee, and a few different brassieres.
One was a strapless number, pale pink, with underwires so that the breasts jutted out and up. The next one was black lace with see-through cups. And another one was a beige bra with half cups so that only the bottom of Dinah's tits were covered. The bra made her breasts stand up higher than they did naturally, and Dinah had high perfect tits. The tops of her breasts were scooped up, close together, spilling up out of the constricting bra. The effect was so spectacular that she complained that it was uncomfortable to wear.
Dinah knew that all her new bras would be cum-stained in a matter of days. Lately Brad was obsessed with her tits. No longer was it enough for him to only fuck her tits in the morning-something he knew she disliked.
This afternoon while Dinah was preparing dinner, he had called her in to the living room. Naturally she obeyed promptly, wiping her hands on her apron and entering the room. On the couch lay one of her new bras, one that he hadn't yet used to fuck her tits with.
His prick was out of the zipper in his slacks, throbbing at attention. Brad looked up at her from his position on the couch. She followed his eye to the new half-cup bra he'd put on the couch, then back to her tits.
Blood rushed to her face, which only served to increase his desire. Dinah sighed and took the beige bra to the bedroom. She took off only her top garments, leaving her skirt and apron on. He didn't care what else she wore. Donning the bra with the half-cups, Dinah had to admit to herself that she looked great in it. Perhaps, she sighed philosophically, if she was a guy she'd want to fuck her tits, too.
Throwing her shoulders back, she surveyed herself from the side. Her bosom stood so full and so high that when she leaned her head down, she could lick her own round titty-tops!
The creamy breasts were like half moons popping out of the abbreviated cups. The pink nipples were not hard yet from Brad's rough handling; they were jutting up in the air like pale young rose buds. Dinah tweaked them and watched them shrink into tiny hard nipple-knobs.
Brad liked her to present her breasts with the nipples soft, so to be contrary she tweaked them once again for good measure before she started back to the living room.
Dinah walked over to the spot that Brad pointed to. She got on her knees in front of his seated form. Leaning over him as he'd taught her, she brushed her breasts over his legs and then onto his prick where his open zipper grazed her tender flesh.
He jammed his prick between her breasts so that the entire length disappeared between them. Keeping it still for a few moments, he marveled at the pearly texture of her skin. Then gently moving his prick inside her thick creamy cleavage he clasped her breasts with both hands, kneading the flesh rather roughly.
It would not be so awful, Dinah thought, if he simply moved his prick between her breasts and came to his hearts content. Instead, in order to reach orgasm, Brad moved her tits rather than move his hips. And if he was only more gentle with them she wouldn't mind having her breasts be the constant repository for his many loads.
Her breasts were so soft and pliable that he couldn't resist getting a little rough, she supposed. It was also incredible to her the way her cleavage swallowed up his whole prick. In fact, he was beginning to show more attention to her tits than to the rest of her combined.
At night he would massage oils into her delicate breast skin, murmuring to them words she couldn't hear. He was probably apologizing before-hand for the brutal fucking they were going to get in the morning. If only he would let her blow him in the morning like a normal human being, she mused.
Dinah was also getting impatient to lose her cherry and to finally experience what intercourse felt like. She'd been fucked in her ass, in her mouth, and had her tits fucked more times now than she cared to remember. Oh well. She'd try to be patient.
His hands were attempting to grasp as much of her flesh now as they could hold. Holding her tits on the outer sides, he was squeezing them together even tighter than the bra did. Grinding her breasts up and down, in and out, Brad was getting near his release.
Dinah hoped it was soon. This was beginning to get painful. His zipper was scraping her tender skin and catching on her nipples. Her breasts would be red and sore; they would start to look normal again right around the time Brad would be ready for his next tit-fuck.
Her knees were getting sore. In order to accommodate him she was in a half-upright position, leaning forward. Her leg muscles ached. Dinah knew better than to complain. She had already learned the hard way that if she resisted or fidgeted he would handle her even rougher and make her cry out in pain. So she bore the discomfort, realizing instinctively that the concept of pain was relative.
In a curious way Dinah was getting to like having her breasts abused in this manner. When she thought of Brad doing it to her it made her horny-it was only because he hurt her that she didn't like it, although she had to admit to herself that she was beginning to like it!
Finally Brad was about to come. When he first started fucking her tits, he used to grab her head and make her swallow. Which she loved. Lately he was happy to just come all over her tits. And lately he made her wear his cum for longer and longer amounts of time.
One time when he had rubbed his cum all over her tits and refused to let her wash it off, she had shrugged and resumed her dusting of the bookshelves, which she had left off at Brad's summons.
Terry rang the bell. Brad then forced her to answer the door with the cum that was still wet on her breasts.
"Aaaaaaah, tit. Oooooh. What tits." Brad was pulling her tits every which way as he was about to come. "Aaaaaaaooooh, I'm gonna come, you want it in your mouth, bitch?"
Dinah knew he wasn't waiting for an answer. Sure enough, she felt the hot juice squirting deep in the recess of her cleavage. Brad pulled his prick out as it was still squirting.
"Ooaaah. Mmmmmmmmm."
He pushed her head down and rubbed a little on her face. Then he pulled her tits back into his lap and proceeded to rub the rest of it on the tops of her tits, spreading his cum all over the surface of her now reddened skin.
He spread out on the couch. His dick was still erect.
"Okay tit girl, walk around the room, and jut those tits up high."
Dinah obeyed him, as she was getting used to doing.
"Oooh, pretty red tits, so sore," he cooed.
One day, she thought, if he goes too far, I'll rebel. And then I'll have my way with him. I'll have some fun then!
Now as Nina was under the table servicing Terry, Dinah watched as both men's eyes were on her heaving cleavage. The thought of Nina giving a blow-job combined with her own memory was getting her very horny.
Aside from the lingerie Brad had bought her some clothes. And like the underwear it was nothing she'd have bought on her own.
The dress she wore was much too revealing, even for her new exhibitionistic self. It was cut far too low, too tight, and the slit up the side of the tight skirt came way too high up her leg.
While she had been dancing earlier this evening she'd noticed that too many people were looking at her. She had to admit she danced very well and attributed everyone's notice of her to that.
It wasn't until she'd looked down at herself that she saw the real reason she was the center of attention. The tight dress had twisted around, bringing the side-slit to the front of her body. To her horror the slit had climbed up a few inches and was gaping open right at the site of her pussy. If she'd had on regular underwear it wouldn't have been so bad. She was wearing the kind of panties that were slit in the front, to allow for easy entry.
Every time she spread her legs on the dance floor her pussy was visible to anyone who looked. She had quickly adjusted the tight dress, and saw Brad grinning. He knew her pussy was visible and was allowing her to dance like that!
Now Dinah was thinking that perhaps it was time to put Brad in his place. He was definitely getting on his high horse. And maybe Nina would be able to help her!
The features of Terry's face tightened for a moment, then relaxed. At that same moment Nina appeared from beneath the table. She reached for a cocktail napkin and delicately emptied her mouthful of cum.
She fastidiously took a mouthful of her martini and swished it around her mouth. Then she took out her compact. When she lifted the lid the compact lit it. She re-applied her dark-red lipstick.
"Ooooooooh, the girl with the million dollar lips," Terry said.
"If I charged for what my lips have done alone I'd have at least a million dollars," Nina quipped.
She glanced at Dinah to see what affect she was having on her. To her extreme pleasure Dinah was gazing at her in open admiration.
"Let's go to the little girls' room, dear," Nina said. She stood up. "Don't bother getting up gentlemen."
"Nina darling, you're a true lady. We simply show our respect in unorthodox ways. Isn't that right, Brad?"
"Yes indeed, it is." Brad said to Terry. "My lady," he turned to Nina, "I'd love to show you just how much, too."
"You're too kind. Come on Dinah, let's get out of here, the air is getting stuffy."
Nina walked to the ladies' room, Dinah in tow.
"So Brad, tell me you've popped the bitch."
Terry, you have a one track mind."
"Is that a yes?"
"No comment." Terry leaned back in his chair and pointed at Brad. "You haven't!"
"So?"
"So? So?" Terry sputtered. He couldn't figure it out. It was no longer an issue of self control. He was getting worried about his friend. "She won't let you?"
"You kidding? She begged me. Every time I decide to do it, something comes up or happens and then the moment is gone."
"Moment? That's all you need, is less than one moment."
Terry, you'll never understand. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll never have this chance again. I don't want it to be over before I realize it's happened."
Brad, man, if you don't, someone else is gonna beat you to it."
"You try it-"
"C'mon, man, I don't mean me. But you know how women are. You have to take control. She's gonna think you don't want her."
If only Terry could know what went on these last few days between Dinah and himself. Shit. "No one else is gonna beat me to it, as you say. I've got her trained," Brad said.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
As Brad and Terry were bickering the women were engaging in their own naughty tete a tete in the ladies' room.
"Dinah, you have such a fine pale complexion. I hope you don't mind my asking, but why are you're breasts so different? The skin actually looks irritated."
Dinah blushed beet red. How could she tell this virtual stranger of the weird goings-on she was party to?
"It's nothing, really-"
"Oh, I see. It's Brad. Look honey, you don't have to be ashamed in front of me. I've seen it and done it all. Well, maybe not all, but I hope to have done as much as possible."
"Well, you know, umm, Brad likes to, uh, he has a thing for tits and-"
"Ha ha!" Dinah guffawed. "I'm not laughing at you kid. I'll never cease to be amazed at the mania of men for beautiful tits."
"Oh, but you know," Dinah said, "it hurts, what he does."
"He's hurting you and you don't like it and you let him?" Nina was starting to be outraged.
"No, not exactly. I mean, at first, I wasn't sure. Now, I don't mind, it's just that he's getting rougher. And that's all he wants to do lately."
Nina looked closer at her. "You mean he doesn't fuck you enough?"
"Um, we don't do that."
"Out with it girl. Is he weird?"
"No, no. I mean we never did it before."
"I'm rarely confused when it comes to sex," Nina said. "Let me get this straight, he never fucked you but there's nothing wrong with him. Only time I heard of that is if the girl's a-naw." She peered even closer at Dinah as if she was a strange species of creature.
"Yeah, I'm a virgin." Dinah exhaled in relief.
"Wow! I don't believe it. A virgin!"
Dinah was slightly offended. "It's not all that odd you know, we're all born that way you know."
"Aw, kid, I'm not making fun of you. It's just been a long time since I've known an adult-" she whispered the word "virgin."
They were no longer alone in the bathroom. A fat woman with pendulous breasts entered. She proceeded to pull her dress up in full view of the two friends and adjust her garters. For such a large body, the woman had tiny delicate feet and shapely legs. The thighs were huge, but shapely.
Nina watched the busy woman in a distracted sort of way.
"Look, kid," Nina spoke in a conspiratorial tone. "Don't tell Bradley what you told me. I've got an idea to make him eat crow. Don't worry. I won't hurt him, he'll only bruise. His ego, I mean."
Dinah laughed. The first time she'd laughed since she came to New York.
Nina said, "we're gonna be friends, I can tell. I like you and you can use me. Don't worry, I'm blunt, I offend some people by that. Usually the ones that don't want to hear the truth."
"I've never met anyone like you."
"And you never will, girlfriend! But seriously, I can probably get you work. At the very least I can get you seen. And in this business that's most of the battle."
"I've had some experience. I modeled in a department store fashion show in Dubuque. And I acted in school plays."
"Where's Dubuque?"
"Iowa, that's where I'm from."
"Of course, how silly of me. We don't hear much about Dubuque in New York. I'm a native New Yorker, as if you couldn't tell."
Dinah looked blankly at Nina.
"You got a lot to learn, kid." Nina said. "And I don't mind teaching. Some people can't stand to inform others, it reminds them of their ignorance. But it won't be one-sided I'm sure. At least you can teach me about innocence."
"You must get something straight. I'm not that innocent, and I'm nobody's fool."
"Honey, all innocent people say that. But I'm sure you're nobody's fool. You're gonna go far. With your looks, and your open-mindedness, you'll do fine. Take my advice, keep that naive pure attitude. The right mixture of knowing and innocence-you'll be dangerous."
Nina laughed deep in her throat as the women exited the bathroom, headed straight for mischief.
The boys were so intent on their own conspiracy they didn't notice their escorts had their own. And unlike the two horny males, the girls were not in competition.