Chapter 3
HAYSEED HICK
Here it was Monday again as Dan pulled his tired ass out of the bed and knocked off the alarm. Boy! What a weekend, he thought, as he recalled how he had spent it all with Edna, alias Mrs. Fletcher. He didn't tell her what he had found out about her husband. That was his own little insurance policy. Yeah, tall luscious-assed Edna, he smiled as he patted his nine inch cock.
"Well, enough of this shit or I'll never get to work this morning," he said aloud.
An hour later found Dan in his office. No matter how hard he tried to relax, he felt as jumpy as a bullfrog. I wish that old bastard would get in here so we can have this shit out once and for all, he thought.
It was well after ten and Mr. Fletcher had still not come into his office. He must be playing a war of nerves game with me, hoping I'll crack and go running into his office and kiss his ass. Well, fuck him. I've got all the aces, so let him come crawling to me.
Suddenly, the intercom rang. "Mr. Fletcher will not be in," said the flat monotonous voice of Mr. Fletcher's personal secretary, Marge Evans. "He has gone to Bermuda and won't be back for two weeks."
"Thank you, Miss Evans," Dan answered, trying not to show any emotion in his voice as he hung up.
"Hot diggety!" he shouted. "I have won. I have the old bastard on the run."
For the next few days, Dan was really living it up, coming into the office late and going home early, and spending almost every night with the boss's wife.
A week of this carefree living had gone by when the intercom in his office rang. "Mr. Hopple to see you," said the receptionist.
"Mr. Hopple?"
The door flung open and there stood Elmer Hopple, the red-haired, freckle-faced, six foot three hayseed from back home who, according to his own reports, had screwed every farmer's daughter in their home state, and several neighboring ones.
"I tried to stop him, Mr. Daley," the obviously upset receptionist tried to explain. "He completely ignored me and..."
"That's all right," Dan said, "he's an old buddy of mine from back home."
Elmer turned and looked down at the little gray-haired old woman who was somewhere in her fifties. Suddenly reaching down, he grabbed her around her waist, lifted her up to him and planted a big wet kiss on her shocked face, then gently putting her down gave her a pat on her fanny and said, "You can go back to your typewriter now."
She didn't have to be told twice. She ran out of the room. Elmer kicked the door shut, then swinging around he said, "You old Irish sonuvabitch, how've you been?"
Dan rushed forward with arms extended and both swung each other around.
"Elm," he shouted, "you old cunt hound! What are you doing in New York? Boy, you sure scared the shit out of my receptionist, you old mother-fucker," Dan kidded him.
"Well, you know me. I'll fuck anything that shits between two legs."
Both exchanged friendly punches on the shoulder with each other as they laughed.
"All kidding aside, Dan, you sure look like you've landed your ass into a good job. Your own office, a receptionist, and your name on the door. All in four months. What did you do, put out for the boss?" he smiled.
"Well, not exactly," Dan answered, quickly changing the subject. "What brings you to the big city, Elm?"
"Well, you know I have been working in the Sheriff's office back home and in my spare time I have been taking a mail order course in becoming a private investigator."
"You, a private eye?" laughed Dan.
"No, really," Elmer said, suddenly getting very serious. "It's very interesting work. Very scientific and all that."
"Well, to each his own, pal," laughed Dan. "Have you got a place to stay?"
"Yeah, I checked into a flea bag in the West forties right off Broadway where all the action is, and man, I'm really going to have a blast. This town's crawling with stuff. Look, Danny, let's you and me celebrate my first day in."
"Well Elm, it so happens that I...."
"Come on," Elmer cut in. "Call her up and tell her that your old Aunt Minnie just blew into town and you have to take her out to see the sights."
"Well...." Dan paused.
"Come on, pal." Elmer cupped his hands together pleadingly.
Dan's face broke into a smile. "Okay, you win."
"That's more like my old buddy. Look, Dan, I've got an address to a couple of chicks that have been highly recommended by a friend of a friend." Pulling out his little black book, he thumbed through it quickly. "These chicks are Hawaiian. Both are showgirls and are supposed to be knockouts. Here it is. Tammy and Lola."
"Sounds real sexy," whistled Dan jokingly.
"Is it okay to call from up here?" Elmer asked.
Dan paused, knitting his brows in thought, then quickly replied, "I think it would be better to make the call from a public telephone booth downstairs. Being that you made such a big impression on my receptionist, she'll probably be listening to every outgoing call that's made while you're in here."
"Got you, pal," Elmer grinned, as he rushed out.
A little variety won't hurt, Dan thought. After all, I have been banging Edna almost every night since we met and besides it's only right for me to spend his first night with him together in New York, even if he doesn't line anything up.
Dan knew the receptionist wasn't going to listen in, but he wanted to get Elmer out of the office so he could make the phone call without him horsing around. Elm was a prince of a guy, but he could turn from a prince to a prick in one minute flat when women were the stakes.
After a fast call to Edna, which she wasn't very happy about, he sat back in his big leather swivel chair and awaited Elmer's return. Once again, the door flew open and in came Elmer, this time minus the receptionist tailing after him.
"Danny, we're all set," he grinned. "We meet them on the West side of the street at 50th and Broadway at nine p.m. sharp."
"Swell," said Dan, "but that gives us four hours to kill."
"I've got that angle covered," Elmer replied. "It's nearly five now, so we'll get out of here, have a few sandwiches and beer, then hit one of those girlie movies on 42nd Street to get into the mood, and by the time we get out, it's nine o'clock."
"Sounds good," replied Dan, as they made for the elevator.
Dan and Elmer arrived at 50th Street and Broadway right at nine sharp. "Boy," Dan said, "if we see half the action from these babes that we saw in those pictures, I'll be more than satisfied."
"Don't worry," Elmer reassured him. "We'll do even better. Look, that looks like them now," he said as he made a bee-line for the corner. "Are you Lola and Tammy?" he asked with a big smile on his face.
"Yes, and you're Dan."
"No, that's Dan," he pointed, "I'm Elmer."
"Oh, I'm Tammy. This here is Lola."
By this time, Dan had approached. He looked a bit shy and sensing this, the one called Lola reached out and wrapped her arm around his. "I like the shy type," she smiled.
"And I go for the big type," said Tammy. "Wow, you're a big one!" she stared up at Elmer.
"Yeah, that's not the only thing that's big about me, baby," he bragged.
She looked up at him and asked, "Is that a promise or a threat?" They all laughed as they started walking.
Lola was about five foot three, but well built. She wore a white flower in her jet black hair and her bright red thin blouse revealed quite a large bosom. Her yellow skirt revealed an unusually large wide ass for a girl her size.
Tammy, who was also about the same height, wore the exact opposite. A yellow blouse with a bright red skirt. Both girls were built very much alike and both were beauties.
"Where would you girls like to go?" asked
Dan.
"Well," answered Lola. "We could go to the penny arcade, and we could go to a movie and from there we could go dancing and then probably think of another dozen places to go to, but the truth is we have a show to do at midnight and it's now nine-thirty, so I suggest that we do what comes naturally for the next two and a half hours."
Dan stopped in his tracks, finding it hard to believe that he had heard right. But Elmer took the hint.
"I'm with you, Lola," he quickly agreed, as he yelled for a cab.
"Oh look, there's Renee," said Tammy as another beautiful shapely Hawaiian beauty came walking up Broadway.
"Let's take her with us," suggested Elmer.
"Hey, Renee!" he yelled as he held the cab door open. The others joined in and all together they yelled, "Reneee!"
The startled girl looked up and seeing her girlfriends motioning to her to join them, smiled and ran toward the cab. Two and a half minutes later found all five of them in the hotel room that Elmer had checked into earlier that day.
"Welcome to Elmer's cat house," he laughed as he grabbed Tammy by her big tits and pulling off her blouse began licking away at them.
Dan and the two other girls stood and looked at him. Sensing this, Elmer pulled his lips off Tammy's nipples and yelled, "What are you all, virgins? Come on, we have only two and a half hours. Let's live it up."
His large positive yell broke the ice and Dan pulled down his pants, and Lola started undressing. Renee stood there.
"What's the matter?" yelled Elmer.
"Well, I haven't a man."
"Baby, I have eleven inches that says you have. Take it off," he yelled.
She smilingly obeyed.
It was quite a spectacle with Lola lying on top of Dan with her cunt in his mouth and her lips around his cock and Tammy sucking his left ball while Renee sucked his right ball. The excitement was so great he screamed as he felt his hair standing up on his head and his toes curling.
He felt as though his very soul was being sucked out of his body.
The girls increased their speed as he increased his screaming. The way he was lying and being held, he couldn't push them off or free himself from their delicate but masterful grips that all three had on him. He felt that he was going to be drained dry by these three vampires. He reached a pitch and for a moment thought that his heart was going to give out. Then wham! Out it came, and the girls kept sucking.
"Stop!" he cried. "Stop, you're killing me!"
They literally had him by the balls and they knew his protests and threats meant nothing. How many times they had forced him to come this way, he had no way of knowing.
After the fifth load, he had passed out completely. When he awoke, he felt that every ounce of blood had been drained out of his body. Where the hell was Elmer, he thought. Why didn't he come to my rescue when he saw that this thing had gotten out of hand? Looking over at the other bed, he could see Elmer lying there with his legs apart, out like a light. They had both had their balls drained, Hawaiian style.