Chapter 8
Once in a taxi, Tommy said, "Anything else would spoil a show like that. What say we go right back to my place?"
But the girls weren't about to let him get off that easy. They wanted to go dancing first.
The taxi took them to a quiet spot where there was nothing but a band and a bar. They got a table, ordered drinks, and got up to dance.
"I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer," Jimmy said to Rita. "Especially not with a pro like you."
They danced a few steps and she smiled. "Don't worry about it. You're fine. You'd be surprised how bad some guys are. The more important the man the worse the dancer, and the better the dancer he thinks he is. Some of them step all over my feet. Nobody expects you to get fancy."
Jim returned her smile. "It's nice of you to say that. I'm surprised though, that two professional dancers would want to go dancing when they weren't working. I should think you'd get all the dancing you could stand."
"This is not the same thing. It doesn't count. I enjoy being held in your arms and making small talk like this. And best of all I don't have to think about the next step or the routine or if the director saw me miss that beat."
Jimmy tightened his arm around her and pulled her closer against him. She leaned her willowy body against his, letting her breasts flatten. He moved his lips to the lobe of her ear and nibbled lightly.
She shuddered and pressed harder against him. Encouraged, he blew gently at the pink shell. Her breath whistled between her teeth as she gasped.
"Take it easy," she whispered directly to his ear. "Don't get me started out here in public."
He dropped his hand from the small of her back to the rise of her buttocks and squeezed lightly. She moved against him in response. "Two can play at that game," she told him.
They danced the slow tunes and drank through all the fast ones but the twists. Rita was really something when she twisted. Every man in the place watched her and Johanna.
Finally the girls had enough dancing and agreed it was time to go back to Tommy's apartment. They'd all had quite a number of drinks by then and none of them was completely sober. Jim felt only a warm glow in his stomach and a wonderful euphoria. Tommy was a little more drunk. His tongue was a little thick and he wasn't too steady on his feet. Rita was quietly content and had a kind of peaceful glow. Johanna was loudly and riotously happy. She laughed at the top of her lungs and threw her arms about when she talked. And she seemed to have no reservations about the kind of language she used. Every statement she uttered had some risque connotation and she didn't care who might overhear. If they'd all been sober that might have been embarrassing.
Once back in Tommy's apartment, they turned on the hi-fi, turned down the lights, and continued dancing and drinking. Now there was no need to worry about getting too drunk. If need be they could all sleep where they fell. But no one was going to get that drunk and miss out on all the fun. The best part of the evening still lay ahead of them.
And the dancing, now, was less inhibited than that had been back at the night club. Here in the apartment Rita didn't care how much Jim nibbled at her ear, or where his hands strayed.
Tommy was giving Johanna the same treatment.
He was kissing her ear and the sid-; of her neck. He was pressing against her breasts. And his hands were straying all over her body.
Jim could see them over Rita's shoulder and he saw Tommy open the single zipper at the back of Johanna's dress. The redhead didn't seem to mind at all as the dress loosened and gaped in the back to show the upper slopes of her bare buttocks.
Jim had been right She wasn't wearing anything at all beneath the sequined dress, not even panties.
And Johanna made no protest when Tommy slipped his hand beneath the opening at the back and cupped her buttocks.
Just then Jim felt Rita's hand press against him and he turned his attention back to her.
She grinned as she squeezed him, and said, "Pay attention to me. I'm your date, remember?"
"How could I forget?" he said, putting one hand to her breast and returning her impish grin.
"If you like Johanna so much maybe you'll get a chance at her later. When she gets really bombed she goes for a little switch."
"And how about you?" Jim asked.
"Me? Why should I care? With me anything goes as long as that's kicks. When things start to drag, then is the time for little Rita to move on and look for something new."
While she talked her hand continued to be busy. "Now you're the one who's moving too fast," Jim said.
"Now's the time and this's the place," she answered.
"Let's sit down over there and talk about that."
He led her to the sofa and sat down. Rita dropped onto his knees, curled one arm behind his neck, and turned her face down for a kiss. He pressed his mouth to hers, felt her lips part and her kiss deepen. His own kiss answered as he pressed one hand to her breast and slipped the other beneath the hem of her skirt.
In short order he discovered she wasn't wearing any more clothing than her friend. His hand cavorted about on her smooth warm legs and she shuddered each time he touched her. Their kisses became more demanding, slack-jawed, with nipping teeth.
She nodded her head against him when he tentatively touched the zipper at the back of her dress. He opened the zipper and slid the straps down off her shoulders. The front of her dress fell away, baring her to the waist and he broke the kiss to lean back and stare at her breasts.
They were milk-white cones of flesh with raspberry tips trembling in the air. In the subdued lighting of the room her flesh gleamed dully. The breasts hung taut and full right before his eyes and Rita was watching for his reaction.
"You like?" she asked in a whisper.
"What's not to like?"
"I hoped for more than that," she told him in a pouting tone.
"I was teasing. They're beautiful, really. I've never seen better."
Now she smiled. "I like you to look at them."
"Just look?"
"Why don't you touch them and see what happens?"
He brought his hand up and moved that slowly toward her. She stared at that hand with fixed eyes. He stopped a fraction of an inch away from her body. Her eyes were slitted with anticipation.
He moved the hand again and touched lightly against her. Her breasts were on fire. The warmth seemed to sear his palm. He pressed harder and found the budding nipple.
Her jaws snapped shut and her eyes closed. A low groan escaped her lips and her head lolled back on her neck, pulling into taut relief the cords of her throat.
He squeezed now and her only reaction was another groan. He squeezed harde? and she groaned louder. His hand tightened on her breast until the fingers were digging at the soft warmth. When he let go his handprint reddened on the white skin.
She twisted her shoulders to offer the other breast for the same treatment. She groaned when he touched, groaned again when he squeezed, and grunted as he exerted all his strength.
"Doesn't that hurt?" he asked in a whisper.
"Of course. I love that like that. Squeeze as hard as you can. Pinch me."
He did as she bid him, squeezing, pinching the soft flesh and the thick, erect nipples. No matter how hard he pinched she made no complaint, Across the room he could see that things were progressing more rapidly between Tommy and Johanna. The two of them were sitting side by side, crowded together on one easy chair. The top of the redhead's dress was down around her waist, and the bottom was up around her hips. She was completely nude except for the narrow roll of cloth around her waist.
Tommy was caressing her bosom with one hand and with his mouth. His other hand was busy at her legs, stroking lightly along the muscular columns of ivory.
Tommy's jacket and tie were off and his shirt was open to the waist to bare a hairy chest. Johanna's hand had been toying with the tufts of hair and now dropped to Tommy's belt to work feverishly at the fastening of his trousers.
Jim turned back to the bundle of naked beauty. He leaned his head forward and touched her with his teeth, holding firmly. Rita's arm, behind his neck, tightened, and he was smothered by the rich warmth of her bosom.
He kissed and bit and touched, going from one breast to the other and back again, until she was lost in the grip of her desire.
She was limp and trembling in his arms as he transferred her from his legs to the sofa beside him. She raised her hips, then her legs when he tugged on the dress, allowing him to pull that down and off.
He touched her waist and her legs again, then pushed against her shoulder. She fell sideways and let him stretch her out flat on her back. Jim knelt on the floor beside the sofa and leaned over to press his lips against the sole of her bare foot.
Her entire leg twitched when he touched her. And she continued to twitch and tremble and jerk as his lips brushed along. He kissed the cunning curve of her calf to the magnificent sweep of her upper leg.
She found the back of his head with her hand and guided him with gentle pressures. Both her legs lifted, and now his lips had access to the backs of her legs and they took full advantage of the privilege.
From her legs his lips moved to her hips.
Her body was warm with promise as his kiss glided across the flat planes. She clutched violently at his head as his lips worked.
She wriggled on the sofa and her soft cry became a continuous wail of need. Her hands moved from the back of his head to his cheeks and pulled him to the hills of her breasts. His lips climbed both hills and both peaks, then moved on to her lips.
Her head twisted restlessly from side to side throughout the kiss and her carefully coiffed hair was mussed.
"Oh, lover," she groaned when the kiss was ended. "I want you. I need you so badly. Hurry, darling. Hurry!"
He hurried.
Ignoring the couple across the room, who were too busy with their own pleasures even to notice him, he rose, stripped off his clothes, and tossed them carelessly aside.
When he was naked he helped Rita down from the sofa to the floor. They might have been able to accomplish their purpose on the sofa, but there was more room on the floor and there was certainly no need for them to be crowded and uncomfortable.
"Oh," Rita said softly when her buttocks and shoulder blades settled against the thick carpeting. "This rug tickles me in the most delightful places. This is really going to be fun."
Her arms locked around Jim's body and pulled him to her.
"Oh," she said again when their desires met. "Oh."
She was a tigress, sleek and strong and wild. Her dancer's muscles stood her in good stead. She locked him at her embrace and was able to control his every movement. He felt helpless, tossed by the whirlwind of her desire and pleasure, able only to do what she wished him to do.
The prodigious amount of alcohol he'd drunk slowed his reactions. Her body worked wildly as he slid his hands along her sides until he could slip them over her buttocks and cup and squeeze.
Their faces were cheek to cheek, his lips near her ear and her lips next to his. Despite his roaring, boiling desire and explosive need he remembered her penchant for pain. He fastened his teeth around the lobe of her ear and bit hard.
"Aargh!" she screamed. Her back arched, and all her muscles clenched.
He bit harder, finding a salty trickle of blood, and waves of shudders ran through her. Her body twisted and shook violently and he was helpless in her grip. He felt like a toy with her embrace.
Then his own pleasure reached the critical point.
A hand grenade hit the pit of his stomach. A flame thrower seared his naked body from ankles to neck while his fingers and toes felt as though they were freezing. A rocket launcher fired a full charge in his brain behind his closed eyelids. There was an explosion of sound and sensation. Then ther? was nothingness.
When his senses returned Jim was flat on his back, his arms and legs limply out-flung. Rita was kneeling beside him, still beautifully naked, and she was pressing a cool damp cloth to his brow. Her face held a concerned expression.
"What happened?" she asked when he opened his eyes.
He smiled at her to allay her fears and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I passed out."
"Do you feel all right?"
"Fine. Wonderful. Don't worry about me just because I fainted. Anybody would have fainted after an experience like that. You were magnificent."
She smiled and settled back on her heels. "You weren't so bad, yourself,' she told him. "I'm no innocent little girl and I should know. Mister, you're one of the best."
"Well, come here and show me how much you appreciate me," he said, patting the floor beside him.
She stretched out and rested her head on the crook of his arm. "You scared me half to death," she told him, kissing his shoulder and letting her hand wander over his body.
"You want to try again and see if we can improve, or you want to relax with a cigarette?" he asked.
"Let's have a cigarette," she said. "After all, there's no hurry. We've got all night."
"We've got all year as far as I'm concerned. I refuse to quit until I drop in my tracks."
She laughed as he rose to find his cigarettes and lighter and an ash tray. He found them, stretched out beside her again, and lit two cigarettes. She took one, inhaled deeply, and exhaled with a loud sigh.
"What happened to Tommy and Johanna?" Jim asked.
"They wanted a little more privacy. They went into the bedroom."
"Hey, that's not fair. We didn't care if they watched us. The least they could do is return the favor."
Rita screwed up her face. "That Johanna is a little bit of an oddball. She'll do the wildest things in the book but she's got this twitch about an audience. The only time she didn't care was once when we had a small apartment together. If I was home alone on the nights she brought a guy back with her she sort of liked that if I peeked in through the door."
"Well, what're we waiting for," Jim said. "Let's go peek through the door."
They rose and padded on bare feet to the door of the bedroom. Jim turned the knob slowly to keep from making an untoward sound and pushed the door open a crack, then a little wider.
Johanna and Tommy were locked in a tight embrace on the center of his tremendous bed. Their bodies were crushed together, their mouths were joined in a fiery kiss.
Their bodies were working at a furious pace. They broke the kiss and screamed as the peak of lust assailed them. When they fell away from one another on the bed Jim pushed the door wide and walked into the room.
He clapped his hands rapidly and shouted, "Encore I Encore!"
Rita followed him in, giggling and applauding, too.
Tommy rolled over on his back, displaying himself completely with no trace of shame. He gave them a weak smile and a quick wave of his hand. Johanna stared at them, frozen in mid-movement.
She was still quite drunk, and now, too, was filled with the lassitude of after pleasure. She looked as though she couldn't make up her mind whether or not she was angry and outraged.
Jim perched on the edge of the bed, maintained his smile, and looked at her. She was even more beautiful naked than she'd been dressed-which is something very few women could claim. Even in complete repose the muscles in her dancer's body could be seen beneath her fine skin.
She managed to regain her composure and said, "How long were you out there?"
"We got here for the grand finale," Jim said.
"Missed most of the good stuff. I wonder if we could impose upon you to put on a repeat performance."
She seemed to relax when he'd said they hadn't seen very much at all. "I don't do this kind of a show," she snapped.
"Why not? If you're all involved in the action you can't really care if there's someone watching. Besides, Rita tells me you didn't mind when she watched alone."
"I just don't do that, that's all," Johanna said sharply. "I guess you could say I just can't put my heart into things when I know I've got an audience. If I know there's someone watching I worry too much about how I look to really enjoy things."
"That's patent nonsense," Jim said. "You're a professional performer. You're supposed to thrive on audiences. Or are you afraid you're just not good enough?"
Johanna gave a shrill laugh. "I'm as good as you'll ever find," she said. "And that takes quite a hunk of man to keep me happy."
"Ah, I think you're all talk."
"If you don't believe me," she said, "ask your friend here how he rates me."
"Keep me out of this," Tommy said quickly, rolling from the bed. "You two started this argument. You finish."
He strolled over to where Rita was standing and tweaked one of the brunette's breasts. "I think this gal and I have some things to talk about in the other room."
"I think we do," she said with a smile, reaching out, grabbing him, and leading him out of the room.
"Close the damned door!" Johanna called after them. I .
An arm appeared around the doorjamb, caught the knob, and pulled the door shut.
"Ah, alone at last," said Jim.
"Yeah, if that will do you any good."
Jim moved up on the bed, propped himself on a pillow against the headboard, and stretched out his legs. "Okay," he said in a more serious tone, "I guess you win. Tommy told me he was trying to talk you into working for him. I was just trying to convince you that that didn't matter who was watching."
Johanna laughed loudly, tossing her red curls. "I guess I didn't explain this to him right, then. We're talking about two different kinds of audiences. Somebody standing in the room and watching bugs me, but not enough to make any real difference. No, my objection to Tommy's proposition has to do with the thousands of guys I'll never know who will be seeing me. You know, some bunch of fat businessmen out in the Midwest will have a smoker and they'll see me in all my glory. Then, later, one of them will go to a convention in a town where I'm appearing and see me in the line. That's all that has to happen."
"You have any idea what the odds are against something like that?"
"They're not as big as you think," Johanna said. "I make one film and maybe a thousand prints get distributed all over the country. One guy buys a print and he shows that to ten or twenty of his friends. Maybe he resells the film to somebody else. That's thirty or forty thousand guys. See what that does to your odds?
"But there's more than that. I've got real talent. Some day I hope to make it big in show business. I couldn't be a star ten minutes if there were stag movies of me around."
"Okay, okay. You've got me convinced. I never thought I'd be stretched out next to a naked and beautiful redhead and talking about the economics of the stag film business."
She laughed and moved closer. "You've got something else on your mind, maybe?"
"Well, there's these," he said, reaching out and touching her breasts. "I've got them on my mind. I'd like to have them some place else."
"Where?"
"Kissed!"
"Both of them? All at once? My, you are a greedy little boy."
He squeezed one breast and his head darted forward to kiss the other. She sighed at the contact of his lips and clutched at the back of his head. He grated his teeth against her.
"Easy, baby," she murmured. "Easy. I'm not like Rita. I like things slow and easy. Especially the second time around."
He heard her and eased up. There was no urgency between them. Each had had a fulfilling experience a short time before. Now they could go slowly and fully savor each touch, each kiss, each caress. In their mutual state of mind they each received as much pleasure from the preliminaries as they hoped to get from the finale.
There was no taking of turns. One didn't give caresses and then lie back to receive them. They worked together. No matter what position he assumed in order to kiss and caress her she always found a way to return the pleasure at the same time, with hands or lips against whatever portion of his anatomy was available.
Their need and desire built slowly. Beginning on such a firm foundation, they were able to reach fantastic heights before the pleasure-giving and pleasure-ending culmination burst upon them.
Johanna was as good as Rita. And she was different. She was calmer and her pleasure seemed to strike deeper. That seemed to rise from her very soul, not merely from nerve endings just beneath the surface of her wonderfully smooth skin.
And she was more subtle in indicating what she wanted done to her. She didn't come right out and demand caresses of a particular nature the way Rita had. Instead, Johanna twisted and turned her body in offering. She suggested with gentle pressures of her hands, with sighs and groans and gasps of delight. Sometimes she even made the necessary indications by first bestowing the corresponding caress and somehow Jim knew that she wanted him to do the same thing for her.
After that first experience together they fell asleep in each other's arms. They slept only a short while and when they awakened again, each was refreshed, with renewed appetite and desire.
The same caresses seemed brand-new as they each sought to give the other the maximum of pleasure. And when they neared the ending Johanna made a suggestion.
"Let's try a variation," she panted.
"I'm game," Jim said, nuzzling against her.
She rolled to her hands and knees, resting her cheek against a pillow. Jim understood immediately.
He rested against her and reached out to cup her breasts. She freed one hand and reached out with that hand to find him and guide him.
For Jim that was a brand-new sensation. He'd heard and read of this variation before, of course, but this was the first time he'd tried this. The sensation was magnificent, he decided a moment after he'd begun. He wasn't sure if that was because of the sheer novelty, or if that really was better that way. But he liked that. He liked that.