Chapter 6
After the swap session was over, the words that Myrna had said made a deep impression on her husband Ray.
Ray went to his wife and told her frankly, "I don't need you anymore honey."
"What do you mean?" she said furiously.
"Well Myrna made me realize quite a few things baby," he told her. "And I think it would be best if we would split up."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said nervously.
"Well as long as you want to be free to play around . with anybody that you want to, baby," he said, "I don't want to impede you." "You're being sarcastic," she snapped. "No, I'm being realistic for the first time in my life," he said. "You didn't want me baby, you know you didn't. You wanted a meal ticket." "How dare you talk to me that way," she demanded.
"It's the truth," he said, angrily. "But that has nothing to do with it," she admitted.
"I know who it is," she said. "It's that scheming female. That heartless redheaded woman. I know that it was she who put you up to it."
"What do you imagine in that foul little mind of yours that she's done?" he asked.
"I imagine that she has told you that I'm just a little tramp and all I live for is playing around with other men."
"Is that true?" Ray asked her. "No," she said angrily. "That's not true. I'm just an adventuresome woman. I want to be liberated."
"Well I'll liberate you," he said. "How about that?"
"You get me so angry," she stammered. "I could just . . ."
"Well, what could you just do?" he asked.
"Sometimes," she said, "it would almost be worth it."
"If you've got those ideas," he said. "Forget them."
"I get plenty of ideas when I look at you," she said.
"And they're all bad, aren't they?" he smiled.
"Because sweetheart, you are not a good man," she said. "I hate to say this but you really are a sonofabitch."
"I'm going to slap your face in one minute," he said. "I'm not going to take any more of this crap."
"Now," she said, "that's what you are, a son-of-a-bitch."
She was so angry now that it was hard to control herself.
"What's wrong?" he said. "Something's happened to us."
"Yes," he said. "A lot has happened. And Myrna put me wise. And I owe her a great debt of gratitude."
"The hell you do," she said. "That woman has spoken against me. That's it. She has poisoned your mind against me. Can't you see it Ray?"
"No, I don't see it that way at all," he laughed.
"I see one thing. I see my freedom at last."
"But dear," she said nervously, "you're as free as you could be. I know that you've been disloyal to me, and I'm happy that I can be disloyal to you. That really evens the score."
"And if we're going to live like that," lie said, "we might as well separate. Why should I pay for your pussy when I'm sharing it with every guy in town?"
"That has nothing to do with it," she objected to his attitude.
"That has everything to do with it," he said. "When a man pays for a woman, he pays for her to stay at home. He doesn't expect her to be playing around."
"But my sex freedom has been challenged," she said. "You were disloyal to me."
"A man has different sexual feelings," he said. "And I'm telling you for a fact that we don't think of everything just the way a woman does."
"That's what you think," she said. "I've got a book here. It's written by one of the foremost women lib artists. Let me get it."
She hurried off to the corner and brought back a book. It was a heavy volume and she could hardly carry it.
"Here it is," she said. "Mary St. John. Listen to what Ms. St. John has to say."
"I'm not interested in that bull crap," he said angrily.
"But you just listen to what she has to say," she insisted.
"Mary St. John says that most men are unwilling to admit the truth about their sex lives. They really want a woman to be subjected. Yet, they want to play around and have all the freedom for themselves. They fear they will find themselves as free at last. Normal women might decide that they want many males. Maybe in the same way that they hunt for various vaginas, women can hunt for a series of penises. And they can decide whether or not they prefer the way their husband does it."
"You see?" she said. "That's what Mary St. John says."
"Well go tell her about why I divorced you," he said. "And see if you care what she says. Or what I say. You are not married to Mary St. John. You are married to me."
She was burning with anger.
"And this is the way you end our nice little party," she said. "Just when we were having wonderful times. Oh you've got a nerve to end it like this."
"It's too bad honey," he said. "The party's over, baby."
"You've got more nerve," she said, "than anyone I've ever seen in my life. I hate you. You know that? I hate you."
"Well," he told her, "I guess from what you say, you do. Well baby, forget it. If that's the way you want to look at it, that's your business. But I really don't give a damn."
He was so uptight, he really didn't care what she thought. Nevertheless he didn't want to get himself so worked up that he might do anything to her. For he realized if he lay a hand on her she would make a big issue about it at the divorce case hearing.
"You're taking a big chance talking to me like this," he reminded her. "You know I don't take all of this crap lying down."
He walked away from her and left her there, cryin ;.
"Ydu have no heart, Ray," she said. "You are a wicked beast."
"I have a heart," he said, "for myself. And I'm keeping my heart to myself too. You're not getting any more action out of me. If you want to get fucked, you find somebody else. Not me."
He was perfectly sure now what he intended to do, and she was distressed.
"Who's going to support me?" she asked him.
"That is your problem love," he said. "You go find some of your male lovers. Ask them for money to fix your hair. I'm tired of paying the bills."
Now she was angry.
"I'll fix you," she snapped. "So you can never move. You'll be so sorry that you ever dared defy me that you will live to regret this day. And as far as Myrna is concerned you will wish that you could kill Jier."
"Are you jealous of her?" he laughed.
"No I'm not jealous of her," she said.
"Well why are you getting so uptight?" he demanded to know.
"That's my business," she said.
"Sure it's your business baby," he told her, "it's your business to say or do anything you want to. It's also my business now to do as I please. Are you happy?"
"Who could be with you acting like this?" she shrieked.
"Now baby," he told her angrily, "I think you have the wrong attitude. You've been milking me for money ever since we got married. You knew your pussy was your meal ticket. Well I've got news for you. Pussy prices have gone down and meals have gone up."
"You bastard," she said. "Reducing everything to such a materialistic level. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." "Well I'm not," he said.
"Of course not," she said. "A man of your disposition could know no shame."
"It isn't that, sweetheart," he said, "It's just that I have wised up. It took me a long time but I finally wised up."
It was obvious to him that he had her where he wanted her.
"Are you going to move out?" she said.
"Why shouldn't I?" he said. "I can find plenty of women who can do what you do and can do it better."
"Alright," she said. "Do that. But you're going to regret it. Some day you're going to regret what you are doing to me."
It was a very difficult moment for her now. Yet there was nothing that she could do.
"I tried to bring you happiness," she said, "and now you are throwing ashes on the pleasure that I brought your way."
"You were trying to feather your own nest," he said. "Don't feed me that line of bull."
She realized there was nothing she could say or do that would change him.
"Well at least I hope you are happy, honey," she said. "Going to such lengths, I do hope you are happy."
"Don't worry about me," he told her. "I'll take care of myself."
"Yes," she said.
As she walked away from him, she had a whole new idea about everything.
When he went to work the following day he looked at-Cindy and asked her bluntly, "Who're you laying with, Cindy?"
"Oh a hippie I picked up a few weeks ago," she said. "I'm supporting him, keeping him in pocket money."
"Do you think you could throw him in a junk heap?" he asked her.
"Well if it was made worth my while, I could," she told him. "He is quite a lover and will do anything I tell him to. I like having a man around the house like that. If you can improve upon the situation, I have an open mind, of course."I can improve upon it in a big way," he told her.
"Oh good, that's good to hear," she said.
As they talked it over they were becoming more and more close.
"Cindy baby," he said, "how would you like to have a nice apartment?"
"Oh I'd love that," she said. "But I couldn't afford it on the salary you're paying me."
"I realize that," he told her eagerly. "But I can take care of all of it. You won't have a thing in the world to worry about."
"Beautiful," she said. "That sounds great to me."
"I thought it would," he told her.
As they talked together, new ideas flashed in his mind.
"Maybe some time I can have your girlfriends come over too. I'm always ready for a good time."
"So am I darling," she admitted.
"You know," he told her, "you're a remarkable woman."
"Am I really?" she smiled.
"I happen to think so," he told her.
Cindy moved over closer to him.
"Cindy," he said, "how would you like to take dictation bareass naked?"
"Well that's an unusual request," she said. "I don't know whether I should do that or not."
"Well if you don't want to, baby, how about a girl who will?"
"Oh I didn't say I didn't want to," she laughed.
"That's good," he told her. "You're wising up. I'm learning how to handle women since I've been liberated."
"What did you say?" she demanded.
"Well I'm learning how to handle women, now that I've been liberated," he chuckled.
"I don't read you," she said quickly.
"Well Cindy, I'll put it this way. Before I was liberated I had to be real quiet about playing around. But now that I've been set free, my wife informed me quite bluntly that she wanted to play around. I told her it was alright with me, as long as I had equal rights to bring women I liked home. And so I began bringing chicks and fucking them. I hope you don't mind my using the word fuck. But I think that's better than saying intercourse them. Don't you, Cindy?" he smiled.
"Oh yes I do," she gulped nervously.
"Now why don't you take off your clothes right away?" he smiled.
"Yes I will," she said. "Sure I will, boss. But you must tell me what happened in your thinking about women's lib. I'm curious because I've been quite a plugger for women's lib myself."
"Alright," he said. "It's simply this. When I discovered how much better some other women are at giving me fucks I figured I was a fool to stay married to my wife. Why should I support her pussy when I could find other pussy I like better?"
"That is a very good question," she said nervously. "What are you leading up to?"
"Simply this," he sighed. "I finally made up my mind that the sensible thing for me to do was to tell my wife she could get anybody that she wanted to. Only I wasn't supporting her pussy for other men to play with. If I didn't have any special rights, why should I pay for it?"
"Oh you're making it all sound so commercial," she said.
"Well isn't it money that makes the world go round?" he laughed.
"Well I guess so," she said. "Would you help me with this zipper?" Just then his secretary barged in. "Oh I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said nervously.
"Not yet," he said. "But I do wish you would always knock before you enter. Please. That's a rule, around this place."
"Yes of course," the secretary said quickly. "Should I say you're in conference in case anyone should call?"
"Yes," he told her. "I'm in conference, in case anyone calls. And I expect to be tied up for quite a while too "
"Oh yes of course,!' she said. "I understand."
Her eyes were bulged as she looked at Cindy in her panties and bra.
"Well don't just stand there," he said angrily. "Get out."
As he locked the door, he looked at Cindy and smiled.
"Now don't you feel funny," he said. "The morals nowadays shouldn't make you feel funny just exposing your body to me. As we both know, you can find a piece of ass anywhere you want. All you have to do is give the boy a little bit of money. Maybe it isn't so little anymore, but that's the way it is. A lot of women are giving it away free. In high schools they have pregnancy classes."
"I know, it's awful," she said. "Why I was reading in ttie paper this morning about a group of young women and men at college. They were having nude races. The girls were wearing nothing and the boys weren't wearing anything either. And they were standing there, freezing their butts off racing around the campus."
"Probably high on something," he said. "It seems as though it's the thing these days. Smoke pot or LSD. And if they aren't into that, there's all those orgies."
"Well you can't blame them," she said as she sat down and began taking dictation. "With what went on in Washington, with everybody giving everybody hundreds of thousands of dollars as bribes I suppose the youth figures it's nothing awful to go around bareass naked."
"Well that's true," he said. "Oh it would be terrible if we had the entire capital running around naked. Can you imagine trying to conduct business naked?"
"You never conduct business naked," she said, "because you'd have to have pockets to slip all that bribe money in."
"Right on," he laughed. "They'd take your clothes right off, if you know what I mean."
Cindy of course knew that.
"Now Cindy," he said, "I want you to take this letter. It's regarding a business transaction that I'm seriously considering. I was reading about a little business that I was thinking of buying. They are selling for half a million dollars. I want to make them a low bid of three hundred thousand."
"Yes," she said, "now who do I address it to?"
"I want you to address this to Mr. John Dayton. And his address is 4455 West Lorendon Street, Carterville, Indiana. Dear Sir: I am considering purchasing your corporation. I have read of your corporation and I think it would be a good addition to my conglomerate. However, I find your price unrealistic. Therefore, I am making you an offer, of three hundred thousand dollars. I would appreciate hearing from you concerning my offer .at your earliest convenience. Sign my name and of course put yours sincerely."
The secretary smiled.
"Now" he said, "while you're reading it back to me I'll eat your pussy."
"Certainly, boss," she smiled.
Ray got down there between his secretary's legs and started licking away.
"Oh that feels good," she told him.
"Don't talk," he said. "You've got to keep this as business. While I eat your pussy, I want you to read that letter back to me,"
Cindy found it very difficult to keep her mind on what she was doing. The pleasure that she felt in her loins increased with every lap of his tongue.
"Stick it in there boss," she panted.
He stabbed it into her and licked vigorously.
"Oh yes, yes," she panted. "That's what I like. Keep it going honey."
He continued stabbing away as he nibbled at her clit. She loved the sensations he was creating. "Oh boss" she panted, "that great. Lef s enjoy it."
Cindy wasted no time.
"Take your mouth off me," she said. "This is too good. We should be on the bed doing it."
Ray agreed. He slid his mouth off her, and told her quite frankly, "I might as well strip. Why don't we enjoy ourselves, Cindy?" Cindy was eager to satisfy him. She helped him make up his mind, and the boss undressed.
"Now let me slip off your shorts," she said. "I like to help in any way I know how."
Cindy could hardly wait now for the action.
"You're hot, aren't you honey?" he smiled.
"You bet I am," she assured him.
He was getting more eager every moment to have her.
"Come on baby," he said. "Now that we're both naked, let's get on the bed and enjoy it."
She got on the bed and spread her legs for him. It didn't take him but a moment to get his head between her legs.
"Oh lick me," she begged, "that's how to do it. Yes, honey, do it."
Vigorously he licked her there.
"Oh baby, pinch my ass when you're eating my pussy," she begged.
Grasping her asscheeks, he held it tightly.
"Yes baby," he begged, "that's what I want you to do. Oh yes. Wiggle."
She wiggled her butt about as he pinched her. The pleasure was building every moment.
She enjoyed the sight of her boss' head down there. He was like a small animal, eating her.
"Quicker, honey," she cried. "Quicker. Oh it's beautiful. Make your tongue like elastic."
He was stabbing vigorously now, and the pleasure was mounting every second.
"Oh," she cried ecstatically, "I can hardly stand this. Yes. Do it Oh baby, do me!"
He continued licking like this, and she was more and more excited every second.
"Yes baby," he begged her, "that's what I need. Keep doing it honey. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes."
The supercharged sensations surged through her body. She was twisting and turning so much that he couldn't keep her still enough to keep his tongue stabbing her. He reached up to grip her breasts to hold her in place. When he squeezed them hard enough, she didn't move about so much.
"You're hurting me honey," she told him. He released her breasts somewhat, and she wasn't wiggling so bad.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "that's wild. Oh yes, I love that. That's beautiful baby."
The pleasure that they enjoyed together was great.
"What a wonderful time we had," she smiled.
"We really enjoyed it."
"Yes we did, baby," he told her.
When he looked at her now he wanted her. He wanted to slide over her and let her lick his asscheeks.
"How about eating my ass?" he smiled.
"Oh I don't want to sick my tongue in there," she complained. "Can't I just lick your butt, babyr
"Alright," he said, as he straddled her.
He enjoyed the feeling of domination that he obtained doing this. He moved forward and then his buttocks and his balls and his penis were directly over her.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's how we do it."
At this point his body was trembling.
"That's the way I like it," he gasped, "grab my ass and lick."
She was learning quickly that she could give him a lot of pleasure this way.
"Oh yes baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Keep it up, honey."
She continued giving him the action he liked.
"How about that?" he asked. "That's beautiful baby. Yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Keep it up honey," he told her. "That's what I want. Keep doing it."
The pleasure that he was enjoying was building.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful baby. Sure, now you're doing it. Thaf s the way I like it. Come on, honey."
He was amazed how much delight he could derive from, that type of activity.
"Eat it," he told her, "come on baby, eat it."
She would not eat his ass out but she would lick it. When she had done enough of it, his sweaty balls were over her mouth.
"Lick the balls, baby," he told her.
She let her tongue lick along the testicles.
"Oh I like that," he panted. "Yes baby, I like that."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now. And he knew he was coming closer and closer to a scorching climax.
"Oh baby," he told her, "how about locking your mouth on my cock?"
She pulled off his testicles and moved to his penis.
"That's it honey," he told her, "just put your mouth over it."
She was fascinated by the size of it. She enjoyed seeing it in the daylight.
"Inch by inch," he smiled. "That's it. Take it easy."
She was eager to mouth him, and give him the excitement he sought.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he pushed forward. "That's fantastic. Yes baby, I really like that."
He was moving forward now and she was getting a big charge out of it.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."
He was amazed at the way she would nibble at the head of it.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "play with my ass while you're nibbling my cock."
Her hands massaged his buttocks while he continued stabbing it to her.
"That's how I like it," he told her. "Faster, baby. Yes. That's how you do it. Come on honey, keep doing it."
Faster and faster he pumped it to her. Every moment was more exciting, more pleasurable.
"Oh sweetheart," he sighed ecstatically, "that's how I like it. Come on baby."
He stabbed it into her with rock hard movements.
"Farther baby," he said gently. "That's it. Let me feel it touch the back of your throat."
When he felt the head of his shaft touching the back of her throat, his cock quivered.
"Oh baby," he gasped, as if he was ready to burst, "you don't know how much I like that. Yes baby, keep that up. Yes baby."
The cock slid smoothly as her hands massaged him. "Keep it up honey," he told her, "that's how
I like it. Oh yes baby. Now you're doing it. All the way, baby. Oh yes!"
Faster and faster he drove it to her. With every cockstab the pleasure was greater.
"Oh honey," he panted, "now you're there. Keep it up. It won't be much longer now. Oh yes baby, you're going to get a mouthful. Oh honey, these balls are aching to shoot in your mouth."
He was giving her a good pitch to keep her mouth active.
"That's it, baby," he saia. "Keep doing if She continued mouthing him, and massaging him.
"Slide a finger up the asshole honey," he told her. "I'd enjoy that too."
She slipped a finger up his anus. It rode in smoothly.
"Oh yes baby," he panted. "That's fantastic.
That's how I like it. Yes baby, yes."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "That's how I like it. Yes baby, keep doing it."
With fantastic movements he rode forward.
"Oh," he gasped in sexual ecstasy, "you don't know how good that feels to me baby. That's the way I want it. Faster. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Oh yes, baby!"
Suddenly, he felt his balls ready to explode. He slowed down the pace of his thrusting. He didn't want it to go off that quickly.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "we're almost there."
She slowed down the action with her mouth. She wanted to wait a moment more as she was enjoying the height of the sexual climax herself.
"Oh baby," he said, "I can't wait to shoot it. Oh, yes, Now baby, now baby, now. Gobble it!" As he said gobble she worked her mouth over it harder.
The suction that she was building, created his climax.
"Oh baby," he cried. "I made it. Oh yes. I'm getting my gun off."
The hot sperm exploded. She gobbled it eagerly. She let it slip down her throat and he was getting more turned on every second.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's a good girl. Eat it. Eat my stuff." Delightedly, she devoured him. "Yes baby," he coaxed her. He caressed her face as he completed the act.
She massaged his balls, to see if she could release any more sperm in her mouth before she slid off.
"That's a good girl, Cindy," he told her. "Yes, honey, that's how I like it. That's the way to do it"
The pleasure that she had enjoyed at this point was fantastic.
"Baby doll," he smiled at her, "you know just the way to make me happy."
There was no doubt about it in her mind that she was enjoying this.
"You know Cindy," he smiled. "You are too much, baby."
The pleasure that she was enjoying at this point had given her every thrill that she needed.
"Come on honey," he told her, "you're a good girl. Come on, baby."
She continued working at it in hopes that she could get a doubleheader.
"Baby you're not going to have any seconds," he told her. "Let's try something else."
"Alright," she smiled.
She looked at him and wondered what he would want next.
"I'd like to do it with you throwing your legs around me," he said.
"Alright," she agreed.
He got to his feet, and she threw her legs around his waist.
He grabbed her asscheeks as he stabbed his cock into her.
"Beautiful baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Come on baby, fuck."
As he rammed it to her with hard rapid thrusts he panted.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's how I like it. Come on baby, give me a good fuck."
Faster and faster he thrust his throbbing male member into her. Every moment was more exciting.
"Oh'baby," he told her, "I love it. Yes baby, that's how to do it. Keep fucking."
She wiggled her ass as he continued stabbing into her.
"Keep it up honey," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Yes baby, come on and fuck."
With furious paced thrusts, he continued.
"Oh yes, baby," he sighed ecstatically, "that's how I like it. Oh wow!"
He was amazed at her energetic ass movements.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep going, baby."
She was bringing him closer and closer to climax.
"Hang in there, honey," he smiled. "That's the way I like it. Oh yes baby, keep fucking."
She continued grinding her hips around, and then he stopped dead in his cock stabs.
"Well, well," his wife laughed as she burst in the door.
She had a cameraman nearby, who was taking the pictures.
"Go right on screwing, Cindy," she said. "Give him a good fuck. It will be nice to use in court."
It was obvious to her that there was nothing she cared about but divorce. And divorce with . him paying a bundle of alimony!
"Get off me, Cindy," he cried eagerly.
"Let me finish, honey," she cried. "I haven't had my climax yet."
"Cindy, dammit!" he exploded. "Get off me."
Cindy was determined to get her juice going.
"Go right ahead, honey," Sandy laughed. "Go ahead, get your fuck. I'll get my pictures so I can get a better divorce case."
"If you want that," Cindy said, "you ought to pay me. I will go to the court and testify. But the price has to be right."
"You'll get paid alright," she said, as she went over to her and slid a finger up her ass crudely.
"Stop it," he told her. "Get off me."
He let her fall to the floor, as he got away from her. He reached for his clothes quickly.
"Oh, you damned woman," he said angrily. "You started me out on this swapping."
"I hope you've learned your lesson, dear," she said. "When you're trying marriage the second time around, maybe you won't be so eager to swap."
He was furious but there was nothing he could do about it. She was looking at him and laughing.
When she had a couple more pictures of him chasing about the room to put on his clothes, she glided out.
Then he went to find his secretary. There was a note on "the desk that said she was quitting.
He went back to his office, to see Cindy rushing out.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"I'm getting out of here," she said. "I don't want to be around a sinking ship."
"You good-for-nothing tramp," he said angrily. "I might have know you would desert the sinking ship."
"Why not?" she said. "You'd never be loyal to anyone. You are just a selfish beast."
"So that's what you think of me," he exclaimed.
"Yes," she said. "How could I think anything else?"
Never before was he made so aware of how little she cared.
He walked out of there in a nervous sweat.
"Oh Cindy," he stammered, "come back here, you good-for-nothing little bitch."
Cindy wouldn't look back. Down the hall he could hear his wife laughing. He wanted to run down there and kill her. But he didn't want to add murder to his problems.
When he finally went back into his office, one of the younger secretaries came to see him.
"I'm so sorry about what happened," she said sadly.
"So am I," he said.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked him. "I haven't the faintest idea," he said grimly, as he sat at the desk.
"You're such a wonderful boss," she said. "It seems a shame that your secretary and Cindy would desert you. If there's anything that you need, maybe I could help you."
"Well the last thing I need now is a piece of ass," he said angrily. "Why don't you just blow?" "Alright," she said. "If that's the way you're going to talk to me, I'm leaving."
"Please do," he said. "I can't afford another woman in my life."
At this point he was so puzzled and confused he didn't know what to do.
"What next?" he stammered, as he picked up the phone.
"What is it?" the girl at the lunch counter downstairs asked him.
"Could you send me up a ham sandwich," he said, "and a beer. And maybe if you have a bottle of arsenic handly, you could send that up too. I'm not quite sure whether or not I want to take my life. But in case things get worse, maybe I should."
"You want the large size or the small size?" she asked.
"Are you speaking of the beer or the arsenic?" he chuckled.
"Arsenic," she said. "You're such a bastard, that I think it might be a very good thing for you to do. Your wife dropped by and told me how awful you were. Then your lover was next. They really didn't have a good word to say about you."
"Oh, and I don't have a good thing to say about them either," he exclaimed.
He was disgusted, and so was she.
"Well if you feel that way about it," he said, "I don't want anything from downstairs."
"Fine with me," she said. "You never did tip well enough anyway."
He hung up the phone on her, and realized that he was through, finished. He decided he would close shop and leave town as fast as he could.
Finally, he decided he might as well stop by a bar and have a drink. It was just his luck as he sat down at an empty barstool, to be sitting next to a blonde whose cling-tight dress left nothing whatsoever to the imagination.
"Hi, doll," she smiled.
"Hi, there, gorgeous," he grinned at her.
"Could I get you something to drink?" Ray asked eagerly.
"How did you know I was thirsty?" she giggled, "must be E.S.P."
"Must be," he grinned, pushing his leg over to hers. Soon, they were on their second round of drinks, and the conversation got around to morals.
"The moral climate these days makes me sick," he complained.
"Yes, isn't it awful?" the blonde winked, reaching over to pat his thigh.
"Funny, but when your hand touched my leg, I felt an instinctive jerking between my legs."
"What could it be?" she smiled.
"I have no idea," he said, "but the moment your hand touched my leg ... I got a hard-on if I may be so bold!"
"Is that right?" she asked innocently, opening her baby-blue eyes curiously, "does that always happen when a lady puts her hot little hand oh your leg?"
"Oh, no," he shrugged, "very seldom as a matter of fact ... you see I'm blase about sex."
"Isn't that an interesting phenomenon?" she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Gilda," she giggled, "what's yours, honey?"
"Ray," he smiled, proudly, "and you are really turning me on with that rubdown you're giving my manhood!"
"Are you two going to play sex games below my counter, or order drinks?" the bartender who was paying close attention to their conduct demanded.
"I'm sorry," Ray smiled, "guess we got car- ried away!"
"Yeah, I guess so. They'll carry me away too if you do anything in my joint. Now, if you come here to drink ... I got all the drinks. But, this is no fuck palace! Understand?
"Of course, we understand," Gilda laughed lightly, "If we were interested in that sort of thing, my head would be between his legs right now."
"Watch your foul mouth," the bartender warned, "I run a respectable place here!"
"Oh, do you?" Gilda asked innocently, "what happened to those pussy pictures you used to show! You know the ones I mean, don't you?"
"I clipped 'em out," he said grimly, "everybody was drolling over those juicy pussies, and forgetting we run the joint to sell booze, not bodies."
"I'll have me a vodka gimlet," she ordered, and then looked up at Ray.
"Make me a scotch on the rocks ... double-up on the scotch."
"Right-on," the bartender smiled happily, knowing he was making some money at last.
"We're like jets that pass in the night," Gilda sighed, as the bartender brought the drinks over to them.
"Why do you say that, honey?" Ray smiled, "isn't it like skips that pass in the night?"
"Not anymore, luv," she smiled, "ships are slow ... jet speed is my speed. I'm a fast woman. Why, Fve broken records when it comes to going down on men I've loved!"
"I'll bet you have," he said, as he felt her unzipping his fly, and reaching inside his pants. "Yes, honey," she smiled, "Little old Gilda knows how to do her thing. Some chicks are slow ... they take their time. Not me, baby. I say, it's more fun to fuck fast ... don't you think so, baby?" As she continued massaging him under the bar top, Ray suddenly felt embarrassed, and shy. His face was reddening, and the bartender picked up on everything that was happening. He came over quickly, and asked eagerly, "can I get you something?" "Another drink?" he stammered. "And one for the lady?" he winked at Gilda who nodded. She was working her fingers effectively now, and he felt his penis getting harder and harder. His balls were swelling, and he was finding it difficult to speak. He didn't like her being quite this bold about the whole thing, but he didn't know what to do to call her off. "I believe in democracy in everything, includ- ing sex ... don't you, darling?" she giggled.
"Sure, baby, sure," he smiled.
"Here are your drinks, folks," the bartender smiled as he came back.
Both Ray and Gilda had become so concerned with what they were doing, that they didn't observe others watching them.
"Now, honey," she said, "you know what I mean. I like to sixty-nine. It's a magnificent way to make it ... how about us doing it that way, luv?"
"Yeah ... yeah," he gulped.
It was perfectly obvious to her that he was befuddled, and confused at this point, and she figured it was time to mention price.
"I don't believe all those shop-worn cliches, do you, honey?" Gilda asked coyly.
By this time he was so stimulated, he couldn't focus his mind on much of anything.
"No," he said limply, as his balls itched for action.
"I mean," Gilda got her point across, "the best things in life aren't free. Oh, sure I suppose the moon, and the stars are free, naturally. But I mean the finer things like fucking!"
"Yes," he gulped, "how much do you charge for a piece of ass, Gilda?"
"Well," she went on smoothly massaging his penis, "Everything is going up. Your cock, and the cost of relaxation, and all. I mean, a quickie blow-job is twenty nowadays cause of the cost of living. All night is only a hundred, and ten ... and I do everything then. You name it, Gilda does it!"
"Yeah," he gulped, wondering how much longer he could stand the exciting movements of her hot little hand on his long, hard male sex organ.
"How about it, honey?" she asked eagerly, almost as if she was achieving orgasm, as she asked for money for her sexual favors.
Suddenly, it erupted in her hand. The creamy, thick stickiness surged over her hand, and on his pants.
"Forget it," he smiled.
"Damn you," she shrieked, "damn you ... I ... I ... " The men clustered around them applauded and Kay was beet red with embarrassment, as he zipped up.
She held up her hand for an ugly second, screeching and fuming while the bartender came on the run with napkins.
"Get the hell out of here," he boomed, "I told you ... I don't run that kind of place!"
Wiping off her hand, she hurried out of there.
Ray paid the bartender, and tried not to look at anyone. He was too embarrassed, too ashamed of himself.
"I ... I'm sorry," he said, as he paid the bartender.
"You got a problem," a man chuckled, as he walked out of the dimly lit bar.
"Yeah, what?" Ray said, glaring at him as he wheeled around.
"Premature orgasm," the man laughed. Ray was uptight, and he knew he didn't dare face the man again for fear he'd plow into his jaw with his fist. Once out on the street, he thought about what the man had said. And he couldn't help wonder if he might be right. Sure, he came too quickly. But, he wouldn't have gotten that turned-on, if he'd exercised some control.
Maybe, just maybe he thought to himself everything wouldn't get so damned twisted, if I'd exercise a little bit of control. Maybe if I'd think about what the dame is up to, instead of checking her measurements out first, and figuring her out later, I'd be a hell of a lot better off, he thought.
Actually, dammit, he thought ... I'm their willing victim, worshipping at the shrine of their sweet little pussy ... just because I haven't realized it's what's upstairs, and not always what's up-front, that really counts!