Chapter 9

Slack brought the drinks himself. A man came in the back way and arranged the chairs and put ashtrays around. Then he went down the back stairs and came up with a heavy box, put it down and went back for another. In ten minutes he had arranged a bar at the back of the room and was setting out glasses and bottles.

Dex sipped the whisky, watching Slack and Luther in the corner of the room. They had heads together, conferring-probably about the body. What would they do? They couldn't wait too long.

Shirley chatted with Brenda. She was a talkative little pussy, saying little but saying it anyway. Dex put the phonograph on a box behind the curtain and hooked it up. The barman, a bald-headed guy named Ken, went downstairs again and came back with a mattress which he put in the center of the stage. It had a yellowish tick on it, fastened with safety pins at one end.

They were as ready as they'd ever be.

When Slack and Luther separated, Luther motioned them behind the curtain. "Here we go," he said.

He put on some music as the men began to file in. Dex looked through a slit in the curtain. Most of the guys were reasonably well dressed, not the crum-bums they were used to. This was a ten buck house. Shirley came and stood by him.

"Hey, that Luther, he part of it?"

Dex shook his head. "He don't screw, honey."

"Why not?"

"I Dunno. He don't. Ain't I enough for you?"

She giggled. "Hell, I don't care."

Luther motioned. "Get the fuck outa the way. I'm gonna pull up the curtain in a sec."

Dex took a last look. The audience was seated; a quick count showed twenty-three guys, not counting Slack and the barman. Not bad. They were all chatting, restless, a few drinking, most smoking. Layers of blue smoke were beginning to form over their heads.

He moved aside, pulling Shirley with him. "Twenty-three," he said to Luther. The other nodded. Brenda was licking the side of her mouth, waiting. She wore a filmy bra and a wisp of red cloth about her hips. Dex winked at her and she grinned.

As Luther peered through the curtain at Slack, he moved to Brenda and rubbed her nearly naked fanny. She wriggled her hips suggestively. Luther looked around at Dex. "C'mon, get ready-"

Dex slipped his pants off. He was naked in a second. Shirley smiled, seeing the cock arching out. Brenda took hold of it and massaged it.

The curtain parted. A roar of applause and cheers went up from the men. With a squeal, Brenda ran out to the center of the stage and began to wriggle. For a moment the applause and yelling was deafening. Dex looked at Slack. The big nose pointed at her; Slack's eyes never left her hips. He didn't seem concerned at the racket.

Dex stood just behind Luther and watched Brenda bump and grind. She adjusted her moves to the beat of the music. It was a crazy, wild show. His prick was like a railroad spike, watching her ass writhe. He felt Shirley's fingers curl around it and squeeze. He heard her suck in her breath and press close to him. She was naked too and he put his arm about her, rubbing her satin skin, feeling for her round fanny. But never taking his eyes off Brenda's wriggling, pink flesh.

The audience was hushed, watching with big eyes, lusting for her-every one of them were spearing her in their mirds.

Shirley bent her head and licked his cock and he rubbed a hand around under her ass. She was wet in the slit alright. He touched her clit and she jumped.

Brenda was screaming and bumping now, tearing off the wisps of cloth and tossing them into the audience. The guys were on their feet, some of them, yelling and grabbing at the cloth, ripping it when two grabbed the same piece.

"I'm gonna change the record-"

Dex pulled Shirley off the dong.

"Man! That's a club," she whispered.

The music stopped. Luther flipped the record; the audience moaned as Brenda paused and walked about the stage, glancing into the wings. The mattress was up against the curtain leaving her room to wriggle. Someone yelled for her to get on it and spread. They yelled approval.

When the music started, Luther looked around and motioned. Dex took a deep breath, patted Shirley's ass and ran out.

He felt the sudden heat of the lights. There were a half dozen bulbs around the edge of the stage, lighting it up; there was also a spotlight from the back trained on the mattress. This was the first time he'd been in such a spotlight. He heard the guys suddenly fall silent.

The action they had paid for was going to start! A few made cracks about the size of the whang; most were hushed, and Brenda turned a smiling face toward him.

She jumped onto the mattress and went to her knees. Dex grinned, tried to forget the men watching, and stood in front of her, waggling the prick. She grabbed it and kissed it. A sigh went up. When she took it into her mouth, he turned his head and looked at the white faces. A big guy in the front row was open-mouth, staring, licking his lips. A skinny guy next to him was pulling at his collar as though it was too tight.

Dex began to fuck it slowly between her lips.

"Ohhhh, lordy!" someone said.

"Somebody's hoss done lost it's cock," another yelled. Everyone laughed. Brenda smiled around it. She giggled at the guys, took the prick in her hands and put it between her breasts. Dex undulated as she held it in the soft groove. The slick head of it popped up and down and they were hushed again, watching fascinated.

"Fuck 'er," someone yelped. "C'mon-"

Luther changed the record again. Brenda looked up at him. "OK," she said. She jumped to her feet, grabbing the dong, rubbing it up into the hairy bush. Then she dropped to the mattress and spread her legs. The crowd roared, clapping and shouting approval. When Dex got down on her, they fell silent. She guided it, smiling at the crowd, and he thrust it into her. She said, "Ohhhhh!"

The watching crowd moaned and let out its collective breath. They were absolutely silent as Dex began to batter her with the tool. He could hear nothing but the fuck sounds and their breathing. Brenda was pulling on him, holding him, legs about him, bucking up against him.

They kissed and writhed, fucking frantically-the crowd thought it was just show. Dex knew it was for real. Brenda wanted him-and he was crazy for her. He forgot them, holding her, his rioting desires flooding like flame. He made her come-and the crowd recognized it and screamed. She jerked uncontrollably, her face betrayed her passion and her gratification. He fed her the long delicious banana and she bucked over it, a beautiful anguish showing on her face, they knew she was not acting. They were getting their money's worth.

He let her enjoy the paroxysm, surging it in with long, easy strokes as she panted and fluttered her lashes. When Luther turned the record over, he pulled the cock out, wet and shining. The men protested instantly.

Brenda smiled at them and rolled over, getting to hands and knees. Dex shoved the glistening prick up between her pink globes and she reached a hand under for it. The crowd fell silent as he gently worked it in again. Brenda squealed delightedly as he battered her with it for a moment. She moved her shoulders and her breasts rolled and swayed in sensuous fullness.

A girl giggled loudly and Dex turned his head-he had forgotten Shirley. She came running out, stark naked, the men were on their feet yelling.

She was on him, and he fell sideways, the cock flipped out and Brenda moaned. For a moment there was a flurry of legs and thighs. The crowd was yelling, Shirley was giggling and snickering. Dex found himself on his back with both girls atop him. Brenda sat on the prick, Shirley was rubbing her cunt in his face.

He threshed, but the bush pressed down. His hands explored her, Shirley was sprawled on him, her head at his crotch. He could not tell what was happening. He twisted and writhed, then the crowd screamed-and hands lifted the girl off him.

He stared at Brenda, sitting on his wand; she was surprised, and Shirley was giggling again. A man from the audience had pulled her off and was pushing her to the mattress beside them. Dex looked at Luther in the wings, but the husky man did not move.

The guy got on her. Shirley laughed, spreading her legs wide, and in an instant the guy was pounding her. The audience applauded, yelling out: "Give it to 'er, Billy." Fuck 'er, Billy..."

Dex stared at them. They were stealing the show. Slack was grinning at the back of the room. What the hell-maybe this was the way it was done. Brenda was bouncing on the prick and blowing kisses to the guys.

Billy was a fat youngster with a red face. He seemed a little drunk, with murky eyes and a stupid expression, but he was belaboring Shirley with urgency. She grinned over his shoulder, kicking up her heels.

Brenda came down close to embrace him then, kissing him hotly. Dex drove the spike up into her as hard as he could go. He wanted to cream. He was desperate to shoot it. He worked it furiously, feeling her squeeze, hearing her breath. Her breasts crushed on his naked chest, her lips were hot on his, on his cheeks, her tongue darted into his ear-and he gasped-ejaculating madly.

He forgot them all, the crowd, the noises, the music-holding her and thrusting up into her. He loved her. Fuck Luther, he loved her, had to have her. And she wanted him, he could tell it, the way she writhed with him sensuously, deliciously.

He released her, the flame was dying. The noise washed over them, shouts and panting. Billy was gasping and plunging nearby. Dex turned his head, the man was in the last throes of orgasm, heaving and bucking, and Shirley giggled insanely.

Brenda rose and the crowd seemed to sigh. He looked up at her beautiful tawny body, streaked with milky gism. Luther had put on the bump record again and she turned her fanny to the crowd, wriggling and moving provocatively. They whistled.

Billy was slumped over Shirley, all the fire gone out of him. She pushed him and he rolled off, lying cock up, on his back.

Luther beckoned. The show was over.

Dex got to his feet. He encircled her waist and pulled her into the wings. The crowd shouted, roaring for her to return.

"Ged dressed," Luther growled. He yanked the curtain closed.