Chapter 10
Kathy got on the bed and positioned herself. She propped her ass up on a couple of pillows. Spreading her legs wide she waited for her son to invade her hot pussy.
"Now guide it carefully," she advised him as he let the slippery dildo slide up her ass. At the same time Paul's penis thrust forward into her pussy.
"That feels fabulous," Kathy panted. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Paul was excited. He jabbed away vigorously. It made him feel like twice a man to have two cocks.
"Now you're fucking," she told him. "That's the way I want it. Fuck me good. Keep fucking, baby. Yes. All the way. Give it to me."
She wiggled her hips as he rammed into her.
"Fuck off," she exclaimed excitedly, "that's the way you do it. Gome on, baby. Fuck."
With vigorous cock stabs he rode into her pussy and her ass-hole as well.
"Oh, baby, when you try these different ways of making it," Kathy admitted, "you get me so turned on. Give it to me. Come on, baby, fuck your momma. Fuck. That's the way. Fuck it."
A surge of excitement made his balls tingle as both cocks slammed in all the way.
Kathy knew how to please him. For she was using her sphincter muscle to massage the cock in her ass while she used her pussy muscles to clasp his sliding shaft in her vagina.
"You're a great fucker, mom," he panted as he pumped. "Oh, keep it up. That's the way. Keep doing it, mom."
Suddenly his cock exploded in her pussy. Her ass muscles clamped tight and her pussy muscles did, too.
"Ohhh, I'm there," he exclaimed excitedly, "I made it. Oh, mom. Keep fucking. You'll get yours in no time."
Seconds later she came with him.
"I'm cuming now, baby," she gasped happily. "Oh, yes, I made it."
Kathy was exhilarated. For as her pussy juices lubricated his sliding cock, she gripped him tightly and squeezed more sperm out of the head of it.
Finally Paul pulled out of her. He unstrapped the dildo and Kathy suggested she fix him something to eat.
"After I have a good screw," Paul admitted, "I get real hungry."
"Of course you do, darling," she smiled, "and that's understandable. You use a lot of protein when you cum."
Paul understood and when he was enjoying a good steak dinner he thanked his mom for her thoughtfulness.
Paul thought a lot that night about where his life was headed. He wasn't getting any young girls. He decided he would check with a girl that he thought wanted to go out with him. He had heard about Joyce being a girl who enjoyed having a good time. So he figured he'd ask her for a date the very next day.
"Joyce," he began, "what are you doing this weekend?"
"Nothing," she told him.
"I'd like to get together with you," he told her with a smile.
"All right," she nodded, "what do you suggest, Paul?"
"I was thinking how much fun it would be," he explained, "if you and I went to a movie. I could borrow the car and we could enjoy one of those triple thriller shows."
"I don't know whether I could stay out that late," Joyce told him innocently.
"From what I've heard, you stay out plenty late," he shrugged.
"All that is changing," Joyce explained. "Daddy got married again. My stepmother has new rules and regulations."
"Try to get her to bend a little," he told her, "so we can have some fun."
"I'll try," Joyce assured him.
Paul was pleased when Joyce phoned that evening to tell him it had all been arranged.
"How did we hit it so lucky?" he questioned her eagerly.
"Mom and dad are going to a suburban swap session," she explained. "Isn't that nice."
"I guess so," he replied.
When Paul put down the phone his mother was all questions.
"Who was that?" she demanded. "None of your business," he told her emphatically.
"It certainly is," she insisted, "now you tell me. You're a minor and I've got to know your associations. I don't want you to have any bad influences."
"Thank you much, mom," he told her.
"Tell me," she persisted in her line of questioning.
"All right, so I've got a date," he shot back at her. "No girl would be what you would want me to go out with. You want to confine me to you. You want to padlock me to your pussy. It won't work, mom. I'm free. Do you understand? My dick is free and that's the way it's gonna be from now on."
"I hope your dick is free," she countered quickly, "I would feel awful if you were charging. I never was impressed with gigolos."
"That's not funny," he told her.
"I don't claim to be a comedienne," she snapped indignantly.
About this time Paul was so angry that the only thing he wanted to do was fight. However, his mother was trying to lure him into bed.
"Will you quit trying to put on the big sex act," he told her angrily.
"I didn't know I was doing anything like that," she lied quickly.
"You know when you bend over and show that cleavage what you're trying to do," he told her.
"I'm sorry if my breasts bother you," she said smoothly.
"You're not sorry," Paul assured her, "you're glad. That's how you plan to keep me tied to you. Well, let's forget going anywhere. I don't want to go to Manhattan. But if you insist, I guess I've got to. I've only got this weekend and then we go."
"All right, have fun," she told him, "but if you make any more problems for me I will forget our trip to Manhattan."
Paul assured her that he wouldn't. That weekend he was able to wangle the family car from his mother and he picked up Joyce.
Joyce was charged up about her father going to the swap meet.
"Daddy says they're gonna have a wonderful time at the swap meet," she told him. "He says that he plans to take on five women."
"Your father is a pretty sexy stud," Paul laughed quickly.
"I just hope he doesn't get my new mother mad," she said anxiously. "He used to beat mom and me. Unfortunately, she wasn't much better so the judge left me with him. Actually, I would have preferred to be with mother after the divorce."
"Where is she?" Paul asked Joyce.
"She's hustling in a Nevada whorehouse," she smiled.
"At least she's making money," he grinned.
"Plenty," Joyce assured him. "She writes me now and then and tells me how well she's doing."
They finally got off to the movie. As the horror feature began he immediately put his arm around her protectively.
"Snuggle up to me if you get afraid," he smiled down at her.
Joyce looked up and laughed.
"Who do I snuggle up to if I get afraid of you?" she asked.
"That's a good question," Paul assured her as he placed his hand comfortingly on her thigh.
"You're a fast operator," she told him.
"Why waste time?" Paul smiled as he let his hand wander under her skirt.
He reached over to her pussy and patted her.
"Please, don't do that, Paul," she told him. "I was hoping that you would be different."
"I'm sorry if I'm like every other male," he told her, "but I can't help it. You've got to register a complaint with Momma Nature."
She laughed as she reached over and patted his cock affectionately.
"If you can play with my pussy," she smiled, "then I have equal right to play with your peter."
"You sure do," he nodded.
Joyce was a fast operator herself. Her hand fumbled with his fly.
"I'll just unzip your fly," she told him, "and we'll have a good time, you and me."
Unzipping Paul's fly, she reached in and fumbled for his penis.
"Oh, Paul," she smiled, "you've got a great big one."
"Are you surprised?"
"Not really," she smiled. "You've got big feet."
"Is that the clue?"
"Yes," she smiled as she pulled out his huge cock.
Before Paul knew what was happening, young Joyce was bending over and licking the top of his penis.
"You sure like my cock a lot," he observed candidly.
"I do," Joyce admitted with a delighted smile on her face. "Does it shoot a good load?"
"I won't disappoint you," he told her.
She sucked on him a few moments and then she let her mouth slip down the length of his shaft. Reaching in, she fondled his balls.
Paul told her to pull off.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Let's get in the back seat," he told her, "so I can pull off my pants and shorts. Then I'll give you an opportunity to lick my ass-hole."
"I'm not an ass eater," Joyce told him bluntly.
"Come on, baby," he smiled at her, "you want to suck my ass. You know you do."
"No way," she told him. "Daddy tried to get me to lick his ass once. And I wouldn't. I don't go that route."
"Have you had sex with your father?" Paul asked in shock. '
"Yes," she admitted, "a couple of times when he was drunk."
"You sure have a wild family, Joyce," he told her.
"I know it," she admitted, "but I can't help it. There are worse people in our family tree. I would rather not talk about it."
"All right," he said as he got in the back seat.
She joined him. Paul pulled off his pants and then his shorts. He lay there bare ass naked, with his legs spread.
"I want to teach you the fine art of ass licking," he told her. "Your mom probably is doing it right now in some Nevada whorehouse to some stud who's paying her a pretty penny for it."
"Do you really think so?" Joyce asked Paul in earnest.
"I'm sure of it," he told her. "Now, baby, just get down there with your tongue and start licking my ass cheeks."
Even though she was reluctant to do it, she figured that she might as well learn how. She pulled on his penis while she let her tongue slide all over his behind.
"Am I doing it right?" she questioned him.
"Yes," he agreed, "you are really doing it right, baby. I love it."
Her tongue lightly laved all around his anal opening.
"Suck my ass," he told her, "come on, baby, suck my ass-hole. That's what I want you to do. Suck my ass for me."
His balls were ready to explode now. He watched as her tongue laved and licked and lapped at his ass cheeks.
"If you really want to learn how to do it right," Paul recommended, "you will stiffen your tongue and stab it up my ass. Go ahead."
Licking his behind didn't seem so bad to Joyce now. But the thought of having to stab her tongue up his ass-hole was another matter. Hesitating got Paul angry.
"Are you gonna suck my ass-hole or not?" he demanded.
"Damn it, let me think about it," Joyce told him angrily.
"You've had plenty of time to think about it," he told her. "If you don't want to suck ass for me, all right. But don't get me all worked up."
If he was going to make such a big thing about it she wasn't going to do anything. Pulling away she looked at him with disgust.
"Come on, you prick teaser," he told her, "at least suck off my cock."
"Not when you act that way, Paul," she told him frankly. "I won't do anything for you when you treat me that way."
"Damn it, you're getting me mad," he told her. "My cock won't go down."
"That's your problem, fucker," she told him.
It was obvious to her that Paul could be difficult and she didn't want any hard time.
"Are you gonna be easy, or get me angry?" she demanded.
"Oh, knock it off," he told her. "I'm gonna give you a good time. Now stop it."
Paul had made his point. But she was still burning with rage.
"Grab it and suck it," he panted. "Go ahead, do it."
She wouldn't do a thing. All at once he grabbed her by the neck and forced her down on him.
"You're gonna eat my ass and everything," he told her emphatically.
"In a pig's eye I am," Joyce grimaced.
Paul wasn't going to take no for an answer. He was determined that he was going to get what he wanted out of her.
"I'm gonna squeeze your neck until you do as I tell you," he told her.
She looked up at him in a rage.
"No, you're not," she told him. "You're not gonna do any such thing."
At this point Paul realized what the score was. He was going to have to be very forceful. Shoving her down hard so she would get the point, he wiggled his ass.
"Suck my ass-hole," he begged, "go ahead, honey. Suck on it."
Even though she didn't want to, she let her tongue lightly lick around his ass.
"Eat it," he demanded, "stick your tongue in there. Go ahead."
Plunging her tongue up his rectum she finally did as he told her. She was outraged at his forcing her. Nevertheless, she suddenly discovered she didn't mind it at all.
"Pull on my cock while you're sucking my ass," he begged. "That is. Oh, baby, you're giving me a good rim and jerk job. Keep it up. Suck ass. Pull on my prick. Come on, baby, that's the way. All the way. Keep it up. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Pull on my cock. Suck my ass-hole. Do it at the same time, sweetheart. Now you're sucking, baby."
It was amazing to her how pleasurable it could actually be. She was happy to entertain him with her hot tongue.
"Take your tongue out of my ass-hole," he told her, "and start licking my nuts. T need some action there, too."
She pulled her tongue out of Paul's tight ass and licked his balls.
"Oh, what a feeling, baby, now you're doing it. Keep it up. Oh, sweetheart, that's exactly what I want you to do. Keep loving me. Oh, lick my balls. Open your mouth, honey, and take them in."
Opening her mouth she took his big balls inside. She licked on them lovingly.
"Keep it up," he told her, "oh, baby, keep pulling on my cock and sucking my nuts. I love that sensation."
Continuing this for a moment or two, Joyce finally let her tantalizing tongue sweep to the top of his penis. She let him slide it in her mouth swiftly and suddenly he was plunging it down her throat. With vigorous movements he drove into her.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Oh, baby, I'm deep throat fucking you. My balls are riding your face."
His sweaty balls rode her chin as he stabbed his cock all the way in.
She played with his ass cheeks. He loved the way her hands gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them while she ate.
"Keep it up," he begged, "that's the way I want you to do it. Oh, sweetheart, suck. Come on, baby, suck me. I want you to keep doing it. Don't stop for anything. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. I want it. Oh, baby, love me. Love me."
Tha passionate pleasure that surged through her body had her shaking.
"Eat me," he commanded, "that's the way you do it. Oh, yes, do me, baby."
All at once he knew he was going to cum. And his big penis exploded in her mouth. The hot sweet cream from his cock pleased her. She sucked.
"Swallow me," he said, holding her pinned over his penis. "Don't you dare spit it out."
He didn't have to worry. Joyce enjoyed it. Her cheeks sucked him as she ate him.
"Eat it," he commanded, "oh, baby, suck every drop of it. That's the way I like it. Oh, honey, gobble me."
When Joyce pulled off her young lover, she knew she was so hot he would have to take care of her.
She looked at him with her misty eyes aglow with erotic desire.
"Oh, baby, go down on me," she begged.
"Yes, sweetheart," Paul smiled as he let his hands wander down to her legs. In moments he had her panties off. As her naked body lay before him he looked at her pussy. He wished he could have a light flashing on her vagina. For he worshipped it.
"Eat me," Joyce begged frantically. "Oh, lover, eat me."
It didn't take Paul long to accommodate her request. Parting her pink pussy lips he let his tongue slip in. The quivering moist flesh intoxicated him. His tongue stiffened and he stabbed into her. He flicked it all around inside her velvety vagina just as his mother had taught him to do. Next, he nibbled at her clit.
"Ohhh," she gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming, baby. Suck me. Eat me. Oh, baby, gobble me."
All at once she gushed. He pressed his lips in a suction cup effect so he could get all of her juice. She held Paul over her vagina and locked one leg over his shoulder.
"Suck me, baby," she panted frantically, "suck my juicy pussy. Oh, yes, yes, love me, Paul, love me.
Paul added to her pleasure when he slipped a finger up her ass-hole. He kept his finger wiggling up her ass as she pushed her pelvis forward. His tongue rode in rapidly.
"Eat me," she begged, "oh, baby, suck my pussy. Just what I want. Oh, sweetheart, suck my juicy sweet snatch."
It was an erotic moment for her. A moment that had her trembling like a leaf.
"Eat my juicy pussy," she begged, "there's still more, baby. I'll cum again if you will love me, Paul."
Paul's tongue licked frantically.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "I'll give it to you. Oh, sweetheart, I love this."
He kept licking and loving her there. And the juices kept flowing. Sure enough Joyce came in multiple climaxes. His hot tongue continued licking, sweeping all around and his finger went on stabbing up her ass-hole.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her vagina she thanked him.
"I've never been loved like that before," Joyce told him happily.
"We're gonna make it again, baby," he said, pulling off her blouse and letting his fingers play over her bosoms.
Before she knew what was happening he was licking one bosom and playing with the other. He loved the taste of her.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "you're getting me all worked up again. You've got to stop, Paul."
Paul didn't care. Reaching down he fingered her while he went on licking her bosoms. He moved from one breast to the other. Then his hands gripped her ass cheeks. Getting down beneath her he decided he would lick her ass-hole, too. She loved it when his tongue swept down to her ass crack.
"Ohhh," she gasped, "that's beautiful. Oh, baby, I've never been loved like that."
She was delighted that he was willing to do anything and everything for her. His tongue moved from her ass back to her bosoms. Then Paul pulled away.
"Maybe we'd better watch the movie," he told her. "If we keep doing this we won't see anything."
CHAPTER ll
Kathy managed to conceal her feelings that night when her young son came in about two-thirty in the morning. She figured that if she made any accusations or charges she would only make it more difficult for herself in the long run.
The next morning, however, she couldn't help ask him if he had a good time.
"Yes," he replied in a noncommittal way.
"I'm glad," she told him, "as I always want my boy to enjoy himself."
Even though she didn't mean a word of what she was saying, it sounded good to him.
"You've got the right attitude now, mom," he told her, "and I congratulate you."
They had a good time that Sunday and the next week they left. New York was a new life for them. The moment young Paul saw the skyscrapers of Manhattan loom below him as they flew over the city, his heart pounded rapidly.
"This is a fantastic place," he told his mother. "I'm gonna like it here."
"I hope so, dear," she told him.
Their first night they spent in a hotel. They were on the fortieth floor and as they looked out over the city lights, young Paul exclaimed, "I didn't know the world was so big."
She hoped that he would decide to sleep in the buff. For she was eager to see what he looked like parading around in the nude.
"Darling," she suggested, "why don't you and I sleep naked? They say it's better. The body can breathe that way."
"Are you sure it's not just because you want to have sex with me, mom?" Paul chuckled.
"I couldn't guarantee that," Kathy teased playfully.
Kathy was undressing now and so was Paul. When Paul slid off his shorts and stood there naked before the window, looking out over the city, she couldn't help marvel over what a handsome young man he was. His broad shoulders, narrow waist and firm round buttocks excited her. And when Paul turned around to look at his mother with her beautiful bosoms and her appealing vagina, he knew what he had to do.
"Let's get in bed, mom," he said, his eyes lighting up as sexual urges flashed through him.
Once they were in bed together Paul threw his arms around her. He loved the feeling of her bare breasts against his chest.
"You smell good," he told her as he sniffed her cologne.
"They call that perfume Joy," she smiled at him. "It's the most expensive in the world."
"Do I bring you joy?" Paul asked his mother.
"Oh, baby, do you," she smiled as she pressed her lips on him.
She reached down and felt of his penis. She stroked it a couple of times.
"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked her.
"I want you to love me," she told him. "Do anything you want with me."
"All right, I will," Paul told her.
He started licking on her bosoms and let his tongue lick down the rest of her body.
"I'm really gonna enjoy having you tonight," he told her, " 'cause I'm awfully horny."
He let his tongue lick all around her pussy before he drove into her. He wanted her to beg for it. It worked.
"Oh, Paul," she panted anxiously, "stick your tongue in me. That's the way, darling. Love me, baby, love me."
When Paul stuck his tongue in her vagina the lights began to flash. She was so stimulated now she was shaking.
"Ohhh, honey," she panted, "you get me too excited. Swing around so I can love you."
Without taking his tongue out of her, Paul swung his body around so he was straddling her with his buttocks over her face. Propping her head up on two pillows, she told him, "Bend over farther, baby. I'll lick your ass-hole while you eat my pussy."
Kathy gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them. She let her tongue slide along his ass crack. Stiffening her tongue she stabbed it up his rectum.
He loved the feeling of her tongue stabbing up his ass-hole. Reaching forward, she gripped his cock and pulled on it in a milking motion. All the time that he was being entertained with his ass being sucked and his cock being pulled, her young son Paul was doing his best to stimulate her.
His tongue flipped up her vagina in vigorous movements while his finger slid into her ass crack. The two of them were getting equal thrills now. For while the tongue slid up his ass, his finger was sliding up her ass-hole.
His penis was being pulled rhythmically while he was letting his tongue lightly lash and stroke Kathy's velvety vagina.
All at once Kathy couldn't stand it. She pulled her tongue out of his ass, gasping, "Suck my pussy. Suck me, baby. Lick me. Love your momma."
His propelling tongue movements brought her to a juicy climax.
"I'm cuming," she exclaimed ecstatically, "oh, Paul, baby. You brought your momma there."
Paul was pleased that he had achieved climax for her. He wanted to entertain her the best way he knew how. And his rapid-fire tongue licking action had brought her around. His finger went on stabbing her ass-hole while his tongue lapped up her vagina juices.
Now she was ready for him.
"I'll move under you a little farther, baby," she told him, "and I'll suck you."
Sure enough, this was an excellent position. Kathy moved forward so his cock would be even with her mouth. Her mouth opened. His big cock rode in smoothly. As he inched in farther and farther, he became more and more excited.
"I like it when you squeeze my ass," he told her. "Oh, suck my big dick. Suck it, mom. Suck it off."
He was totally stimulated now as she sucked on the head of his shaft.
"Suck it off," he gasped, "suck it, mom. Oh, I like watching you from this way."
He enjoyed looking back underneath him and seeing her take his cock. He could get excellent thrust this way. Also, his ass cheeks were positioned so she could play with him effectively.
Kathy slid a finger up her young son's tight twisting ass-hole as she finished on his penis suck job.
"I'm gonna shoot a good load, mom," Paul promised. "Oh, yes, you've got me so excited, you're really gonna enjoy this. Suck. Suck it. Oh, mom, suck that hot dick of mine."
The pulsating pleasure that was shooting through his body had him on fire.
"Eat my dick," he exclaimed eagerly, "eat it. Suck that cream. Suck that big juicy cock."
All at once he exploded. The thick sperm spurted into Kathy's mouth. Gladly, greedily, happily she sucked every drop of her young son's sperm load.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "suck it off. Suck it. Suck it, mom. Suck it off."
Kathy went on eating him. And he didn't pull out until he had shot her a big load. She let her fingers press on his prostate gland until he had finished exploding.
Pulling out, she thanked him.
"That was a super load today," she told him. "You're really a pistol, son."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, mom," he told her. "I enjoyed it, too."
He rolled over and they were now lying so they could see each other's crotch easily.
"Why do I enjoy sex with you so much?" she teased her son.
"Because I'm the best fuck you ever had," her son replied.
"Paul," she told him honestly, "you didn't realize it, but that's the truth."
"I know it," he smiled as he joked with her.
"Your father didn't have that gentleness that you possess," she explained. "That's why I enjoy it more with you. You care whether I enjoy it or not. Don't you, darling?"
"I do," Paul assured her, "and you should reach a climax every time I do. It's only fair."
"Wonderful," she told him, "and I'm going right out tomorrow and get a job. You'll be proud of your mom, darling. I promise you that."
The next day Paul stayed in the hotel room and watched television while his mother went looking for a job.
That evening when she came home she had to report sadly that she had found no work.
"What the fuck are we gonna do?" Paul worried out loud.
"Have a little faith, baby," she told him. "I could get a job singing at a bar. I really don't like to as so many men try to put the make on me."
"I never knew you could sing," he told her.
"I used to when I was young," she told him, "and I see no reason why I couldn't now. I've retained my looks, haven't I?"
She stood up proudly and he looked at her intently.
"Yes, you have," he agreed. "Now why don't you go ahead and try it tonight? You could make the rounds of the clubs. You couldn't do it during the day."
"No rest for the wicked," she laughed. "We'll have dinner together and then I will make the rounds of the clubs. I don't dare take you along. They would know my age if I did."
"I can't help it if I'm your son," he laughed.
After dinner Kathy made the rounds of the clubs. It wasn't easy. Finally she came to a little bar near Forty-Third Street where the manager seemed to take a shine to her.
"You're a good looker," he told her, "but I don't know whether I could use you or not. I'm really not sure about hiring you. My name is Bert, what's yours, honey?"
"Kathy," she replied softly.
"Kathy," he told her, "how long have you been in New York?"
"I just flew in a couple of days ago," she smiled. "A little girl from the big Mid-West."
"Honey," he told her, "how much background do you have in singing?"
"Not a terrible lot," she admitted, "but enough to get by on."
"I want a girl who can do more than just get by," he told her frankly. "I want a girl who can really get in there and pitch."
"I hope you don't mean hustle," she told him, "because I'm not a hooker."
"Never said you were," Bert told her, "but I am saying I expect you to attract men like a magnet. If they come in here, honey, to eye you, it will help my business."
"As long as there's no sexual involvement with them," she told him. "I guess I could draw men. Why don't you give me a shot at it?"
"You can begin tonight," Bert told her. "Vicky, my regular girl, is gone."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said softly, "but it would help me if I could get my break."
"Don't worry about Vicky none," he told her. "Vicky knows how to take care of herself. She ran off with some guy who dug her. She'll probably be living up in the Sixties."
"She used your place as a stepping stone, Bert," she told him, "and that isn't nice."
"That's the way it is," Bert sighed, "dog eat dog."
A few moments later Bert agreed to let her start. She had to go back to the hotel first so she could slip into an evening gown.
Paul was worried.
"I don't like you being out late at night, mom," he said anxiously. "You could get in all kinds of trouble that way."
"Don't worry, darling," she told him, "I think I know how to take care of myself by now. I've had to for enough years."
Saying no more she kissed her young son goodbye and went to her job.
When Bert saw her walk in the place in a red tight-fitting dress, he licked his lips.
"Mighty nice," he smiled, "really nice, sweetheart."
She sat down and began singing. She looked right at Bert and sang, "I've Got a Crush on You." She hoped that Bert wouldn't take it seriously. It was only a song. Nevertheless, she thought it displayed her vocal skill quite well.
When she had finished the song she had three men coming over to her. Bert was watching like a hawk.
"Let's split this scene," he whispered. "I don't like the way these men are looking at you."
She whispered back to him, "You'll have to get used to it. Men always find me attractive. But I told you, Bert, I'm no hooker. I won't go to bed with any of them."
She proved her word. She kept a good distance from all of her male admirers.
However, when the evening was over she wasn't prepared for what followed.
"Of course, you'll come home with me," Bert told her emphatically.
"No way," she insisted. "I told you there had to be no sex involvement."
"There doesn't have to be, honey," Bert argued, "just so we can be together and talk."
"Talk, my ass," she exclaimed. "I know what you want. And I don't want any part of it."
"Don't you dig men?" Bert questioned her.
"That's a nice thing to say," she snapped angrily.
"One girl I had here didn't like men at all," Bert said cagily. "I had you figured as a chick who appreciated a nice guy like me. Especially because I'm your boss. You said you needed work, didn't you?"
"I said I needed work but I didn't care to be worked over," she quipped quickly.
"You've got a sharp tongue, honey," he told her. "Real sharp. So sharp it might slice you out of my business."
"If your business means going to bed with you," she informed him flatly, "then forget it. I want to do what is right."
"Forget those hang-ups," he told her, "you're no kid. Come with me."
Even though she didn't want to, she kept thinking about Paul and his needs. She'd pulled him away from everything in his orbit. Now she had to supply him with his necessities.
"What are you thinking about?" Bert asked her. "What's momma gonna say?"
"Don't try to read me," she informed him flatly. "If you want a fuck, I'll give you one. But no more of this sarcastic stuff. Do you understand?"
"Completely," he smiled sardonically at Kathy.
He was pleased that she had agreed to go home with him.