Chapter 2

He halted by the hotel lobby. No one inside but the old guy, legs up on an ottoman, asleep he looked asleep. Dex went inside. Ought to get his stuff out of the room, just in case the dame changed her mind. You never could tell about dames. Tell you one thing and do another.

He sidled past the old guy and went up the stairs. In his room, he slung the suitcase onto the bed and opened it. He ripped off the bedspread and folded it neatly, put it inside and took all the towels but one. Locking the case, he put it by the door then began to rub the metal and wood surfaces in the room with the other towel. He rubbed everything he might have touched. Might as well make it as hard as possible for them, if the dame should accuse him.

He went out and down the stairs, past the old guy with a look at the desk. Better not fool with it, the guy might be a light sleeper. Don't push your luck.

On the street, he looked both ways. Nothing moved. It was well past midnight and everything was closed tight. Even the back room. He went from car to car looking for one with the key in the ignition. The smart thing would be to blow town that night.

He found one, an older Buick, near the railroad station. He rubbed the dew off the windshield with his sleeve and opened the door. The door light didn't work. That was a good sign. He satin the car a minute, looking around. He'd head east, directly away from Hayward head for St. Louis. That was a good idea, St. Louis.

Turning the switch, he bit his lower lip as the starter ground and ground then it caught. He expected someone to burst out of a house or store and yell. He put the Buick in gear and it rolled. The engine sounded as loud as anything he'd ever heard, but no one yelled at him. He roared past the station and onto the highway, then he flicked the lights on. It had been easy. His confidence flowed back. He'd had a good solid piece of ass and he'd swiped a car. Not bad for one lousy night.

He kept going all night long, passing through a number of wide-places-in-the-road. Near morning a light rain began to fall; and the gas gauge showed near empty. How soon would the Buick be reported stolen? He must be out of the county, Rainham County. He had no idea of the hot car procedure. Better take no chances though.

He slowed to a crawl, and when he passed a lone gas station he went to the next bend in the road and pulled off to the shelter of a windbreak and halted. He was probably out of sight of the road. He slouched down and tried to rest.

After daybreak he got out stiffly and walked back to the station. The owner yawned at him, looking back up the road, obviously wondering where his car was.

"Had to hike a hell of a ways," Dex said. "Run out of gas." He got the man to give him a two gallon can, paid for it and promised to drive back immediately.

At the car, he put the gas in and went on.

He reached Pulford about noon after playing the same gas can game once more. Pulford seemed to be a town about three times the size of Rainham. He parked the Buick on a sidestreet at the edge of town and walked in. At the first cafe he had lunch, sitting at the counter.

The radio news program announcer recited a list of foreign and local happenings, but there was no mention of a rape in Rainham. Dex smiled inwardly. His luck was holding.

As he was finishing his hamburger and coffee the door slammed and he glanced around. Two people entered, a man and a girl. He wanted to whistle at the girl. She was tanned and lithe, with big tits under her shirt and a nicely rounded ass. She saw his look; her dark eyes flowed over him and passed on. The guy was husky, that was all Dex noted. They slid into a booth.

Dex ordered another cup of coffee. The joint was slowly emptying; in a few minutes he was alone at the counter. There was a large map of the area on the wall of the cafe, with notations of a number of trucking firms. Evidently the cafe was a hangout of truckers. He studied the map, frowning at the various routes. His best plan was to steal another car. He still didn't have bus fare unless he could grab it somewhere. He'd hang around until nightfall, steal the boiler and hit the road.

Finishing the coffee, he stood and went into the back to the can. It was a small, smelly room with two pissers and two stalls. As he took his cock out and hung it into the pisser, the husky guy came in. The other hung his own cock in the second pisser: "Howdy."

"Hi yuh," Dex said. He knew the guy was looking at him. Hell, maybe he was part fag so let him look.

"That's a hell of a nice tool you got there," the guy said.

Dex looked at him for the first time, really looked at him. He saw a tall, cool looking customer, handsome and a little rugged, with a shock of dark hair.

"Yeh," Dex said. He glanced at the other guy's cock. It wasn't quite as large. Well, most weren't. He did have a pretty big whang ... for his size. The husky guy was bigger.

He finished pissing and washed his hands. The guy came up behind him and began to wash as Dex left the bowl. In the CC Camps the guys made cracks about cocks, but this was civilian life. Dex eyed the guy.

"Come on over and have lunch with us," the guy said, wiping his hands. "My name's Luther."

Dex hesitated. What the hell was this pitch?

Luther smiled, his eyes crinkled and slitted. "Don't start thinking the wrong thing, neighbor. You had lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Then have a cup of coffee, huh?"

"Okay." Dex shrugged and followed the other out. What the hell did he have to lose? He sat down opposite the girl. She looked even better close up. Quite a doll. She had wise eyes, too, and long, tapering fingers, She was brown all over, tanned and healthy and the deep cleft that showed in the V of her neckline was provoking. He tried to keep his eyes off it.

"This here's did you say your name?" Luther asked.

"Dino Lenden," Dex said. There had been a guy of that name in the camp.

"Yeh, Dino," Luther smiled. "This here's my wife, Brenda."

"Hi," Brenda said. She smiled, showing even, white teeth. There was something animal-like about her. Tawny.

Luther ordered another cup of coffee and began to talk about the weather. The two of them r were eating beef and spuds, acting like a couple of tourists, discussing the weather. Dex began io wonder what the hell Luther had wanted him to sit down for. Brenda said almost nothing, letting Luther do all the chatting.

"We're going south," Luther said. He jabbed a thumb toward the street, "got that trailer rig out there."

So maybe he wanted someone to drive for him. Dex lit a cigarette. That must be it. Maybe he wanted a chance to get in back and prong this babe. Man, she just looked like the fuck-happy type.

Slowly, Luther got around to asking him questions. Luther was pretty good at it, making it sound natural and Dex played dumb. He gave believable answers and played along. Luther touched on religion, family and attachments. Dex supplied what were apparently satisfactory replies, no attachments, no particular religion and no family.

With elaborate casualness Luther asked bout run-ins with the law. Dex looked at the table, and it hit him that much of the casual questioning had been leading up to this point.

"Yeh," he said, glancing toward the counter where the guy was cleaning up crumbs, "I been in prison. Just got out."

Luther smiled. "I thought I spotted you for a con." He rose and went over to pay the check.

When they went out to the trailer, Luther stood on the curb picking his teeth with a brown sliver. He looked at Brenda and nodded his head toward

Dex.

"This guy's got the biggest cock I seen in years."

"Izzat so?" Brenda said. She smiled and got in the pick-up truck as Luther opened the door for her.

He left the door open, leaning against it, looking at Dex. "You the bashful type, kid?"

Dex shrugged. "Bashful?" He glanced up at Brenda. She was regarding him with her usual level gaze. What the hell was all this sudden talk of cocks and bashfulness?

"I mean, you ever screw a dame in front of anybody?"

Dex felt his face coloring slightly. Was it because of the lovely girl so close? He shook his head. "What kind of a question is that?"

"Would you do it for dough?" Luther persisted. Brenda merely stared at him, expressionless.

Dex shrugged again. "I dunno, I never thought about it. Nobody ever offered me dough-"

Luther chuckled. "If I did whad you say?"

"Well I dunno. You're hittin' me kind of out of the blue."

"You don't object off the bat?"

"Well, no-"

"How'd you like to think about it a little?"

Dex chewed his lower lip, looking from one to the other of them. "You serious you are, ain't you?"

"I'm serious as hell, kid that your name, Dino."

"Well-"

Luther motioned. "Hop in, we'll go find us a camping spot."

Dex got in the car beside her and closed the door while Luther went around and slid under the wheel; he fired up the pick-up and they rolled down the street.

Brenda smelled nice. She was wearing some kind of strong perfume that made him think of Arabian harems. He didn't know why; he'd never been near a harem.

"Where you from?" she asked.

Dex glanced at her, and felt his cock stir as he did so. She was smooth and sexy and her deep breast-cleft drew his eyes like a magnet. "I'm from a little town up north. You never heard of it. Ohio."

"We been all through Ohio," Luther said. "We travel alia time, kid."

"Town's name of Colfax."

"Hmm, don't remember it." Luther turned into the main highway south and fished in his shirt pocket for a cigarette. "We're lookin' for a guy, just your size." He grinned and looked at them as Brenda clicked a lighter.

Dex nodded. Luther would tell him when he was ready. Damn mysterious. He felt his thigh riding against Brenda's. He started to move it away, then left it there and she seemed to increase the pressure. Maybe it was the jolting of the pick-up. She felt warm, and his cock stirred some more.

He knew he was wary, suspicious of these two-they were being nice to him for a reason of course. Were they going to offer him a job? What the hell was all the cock talk? He couldn't figure it. Maybe Luther just liked to talk that way. Brenda sure didn't seem to mind. He slanted his eyes sidelong to look down her dress, seeing the lucious swell of her boobies. Jesus! What he wouldn't give to get his hands on them! This could beat anything he had to do at the CC Camp where he sat out the depression, he thought.

Luther turned off the main highway and they slowed for a rickity wooden bridge. "We'll camp awhile over in them trees," he said, nodding to the woods on their right.

Dex was sorry when the pick-up rolled to a stop. He got out and put out his hand for her. She jumped to the ground and the gorgeous titties bounced. Dex swallowed hard. God! What a woman! He glanced back, the town was about five miles away he guessed, but they were as alone as if on an island.

"I'll give it to you straight, neighbor," Luther said. He leaned against a fender of the pick-up and pushed his hat back. "You can make up your mind-'cause we gotta know right now."

"Don't push 'im too fast," Brenda said.

"Just tell me for crissake," Dex said.

Luther grinned. "Yeh. Okay, we're in business, me'n Brenda. These're hard times, you know that ... "

Dex nodded. "Hard as hell."

" ... so we got us a little show. We been doin' it for 'bout a year. We got a route all mapped out with guys we know. We collect what we can and get out. You know, a nice fast operation-"

"Doin' what?" Dex almost yelled.

"Fuckin', " Luther said, raising his eyebrows. "We raise a crowd in the back room, then me'n Brenda gives 'em a nice fuck show and we get the hell out."

Dex stared at them, speechless.

Brenda was smiling slightly, seemingly enjoying his astonishment. Luther folded his arms and waited.

He couldn't think of a thing to say. Dex opened and closed his mouth--what the hell did they want him for?

It seemed to be sinking in slowly-he hadn't expected this. Brenda was fucking him in little smoky, crowded rooms? He looked at her and she gazed back, the shadow of a curl to her lips. Dex reached for a cigarette with hands that trembled with excitement. He turned away from them to hide it. Did they want him to fuck her?

He bent over the match, inhaling the smoke, picking a bit of tobacco from his lip. Luther had mentioned the size of his cock. Surely that was what they wanted.

"Well, what you think, kid?"

"My name's Dex. Dexter. Dex Cassidy."

"Okay, Dex, what you think?"

Dex shrugged. "What you want me to do?" He glanced at her. She smiled with half her lips.

"We're gettin' screwed," Luther said, and chuckled. "I mean financial screwed. We gotta have two guys-we had a guy and he got run over a week ago. The doc says he'll lose a leg. That's why we need you-and the size of that prick of yours."

"The crowd-likes size," Brenda said slowly.

Luther nodded. "That's right. It don't make a fuck to Brenda, but the crowd-likes it that way, even if they say they don't. They like to see a big one going in and out. Anyhow, like I say, we're taking a beating 'cause we got to have a guy working the house and another guy to boot Brenda. You got to keep them fuckers honest."

"They let guys in free," Brenda said.

Dex nodded, "Oh." He looked at Luther. "Who works the house?"

"Me."

Dex smiled. That meant he fucked the broad. Brenda smiled back.

"Well, you think you can do it, Dex."

"Are you kiddin'? "

Luther shrugged. "Sure, you say so, neighbor. And I bet you can get a nice hard-on. But doin' it in front of a crowd is something else."

"Most guys lose their hard," Brenda said.

Dex flicked at the ash on the cigarette, thinking it over. That might be right. Could he boot a broad in front of a crowd of hot-breathing guys, all of them wishing he was doing it? He grinned at her. "I dunno how a guy could lose it with you."

She smiled. "It's been done."

"Lessee your prick," Luther said suddenly.

Dex blinked.

"C'mon. If you think you can go in front of a crowd, you can pull out your prick, neighbor."

Dex flipped away the cigarette. He unzipped his pants and took it out with two fingers, letting it dangle out in the air. He looked at Brenda and she nodded, smiling. He could see that she approved.

She came over and stroked it. "That's a beauty."

Dex looked at Luther who still leaned on the fender, arms folded. Brenda stroked the cock a couple times and it rose up quickly. She curled her hand about it warmly and squeeze-squeezed it, pulling gently at the same time. The pecker extended to its full length.

Brenda glanced at Luther. "It's a honey!"

"How 'bout the crowd?"

Dex licked his lips. "Don't they just watch?"

"They say things, baby," Brenda said, still handling it. "You won't forget they're there."

"Well, tell me exactly what I got to do."

"Fair 'nough," Luther said. "We'll run through the act, how's that?" He nodded to her. "Shuck the duds, honey."

As Dex watched, Brenda opened the shirt and slipped out of it. Her bra was full of tits. When she unfastened it they hardly drooped. He was fascinated with their lovely size and firmness, pink and red nippled beauty. She shook them a little and grinned at him.

"You like tits, baby?"

Dex gritted his teeth. "You kiddin'? " His cock was hard as tool steel.

"Off with the pants," Luther said. He pulled a brown pad from the pick-up and laid it on the ground. Dex shucked the pants in a hurry. Brenda was naked. He sucked in his breath as she turned to give him a good look at all the goodies.

"One thing you gotta watch, Dex," Luther said. "Don't shoot your wad too fast. Brenda is a hot-looking chick. If you don't watch it you'll cream too soon and ruin the goddam act."

He nodded. Man, that was true.

"Okay," Luther said. "Here's what we do as a rule. I got a record I put on, introducing the act-you'll hear it before we do it. Then it plays music. Brenda and you are behind a curtain we rig up if there ain't a room or someplace we can use. Generally we're in a back room someplace, sometimes a barn-whatever we can get. There's a dozen guys sittin' in chairs, maybe more if we're lucky. We put this here pad on something, sometimes we gotta do it on the floor. Anyway, the pad goes in front of the guys, and they're about a yard away. Pretty goddam close."

"Sometimes they crowd around," Brenda said.

"Yeah, but mostly they stay in the chairs. So then Brenda comes out. She shakes the tits around and does a little ooch-coochy dance to show 'em her cunt. So the guys get a lot of the pressure off right away, see?"

Dex nodded. Brenda came over and rested her hand on his cock, just feeling it and holding it so it would stay hard. It felt funny to have a beautiful naked dame hold onto your cock while her husband was talking. He slid his hand up over her butt.

"Then you come out," Luther said, "I'D tell you when. You got a hard-on already, and you wave it around. Brenda sits on the pad." He motioned and Brenda went over and sat on her heels on the pad. "C'mon, pretend you're comin' out."

Dex stepped around the pad, conscious of his hard cock bouncing around. He faced her, then stepped toward the pad, hard faced.

"Smile," she said.

"Yeh, you gotta look like you want it, neighbor. The more you look like it's fun, the more them guys going to like it. Now, swing that prick-yeh, that's the way!"

Dex smiled broadly. This was kind of fun. When he waggled the cock Brenda's eyes followed it, and she was interested. No kidding about that.

"Go right up to her," Luther said. He squatted by the pad. "Come on, come on-now she'll suck it!"

Dex stood very still, watching Brenda's mouth close over the cock. Was all this happening? Two hours ago he-Jesus! He stared down, watching her lick it expertly, feeling her mouth and tongue on it. He gritted his teeth, remembering what Luther had said about blowing his load too soon. He could let it go.

"Don't make him come," Luther said to her.

She released it. Licking the pink head of it with her tongue, kissing it with soft lips.

"As soon's she lets go, you get down on 'er."

"Okay."

Brenda pulled her legs up and sat on her butt, spreading the legs and lying back on her elbows. Her pink-lipped cunt sat there in its fringe of brown like a rumpled rose.

"Get into 'er fast," Luther said. "Get in fast and fuck 'er fast-got it?"

Dex nodded. He dropped to his knees and saw her grab for the prick. He pushed up into the crotch and she guided it in. He felt her fingers, the lips of her pussy and then as he thrust, it went in to the hair. He was in her fast and deep. She was warm and tight. He began to fuck her like a goat with Spanish Fly. She giggled.

"Long strokes," Luther said.

Dex pulled it out further and drove it in hard, in and out. He saw the husky man examining the motion, but he didn't care. Brenda was warm and delicious. Her legs caressed him, her arms went about his neck. Her breath was warm in his ear.

"Okay," Luther said. "That's it."

Dex looked up at him. "You mean I gotta quit?"

"Save it," Luther said shortly. "We're gonna do a show t'night. I want you fresh."

"I c'n come twice, for crissakes!" Dex continued to fuck her.

"The show's over. You boot her, then you get back behind the curtain. C'mon, get up."

Dex pulled it out reluctantly. He sat back on his knees and she scooted back and sat up, smiling at him. She reached out and petted the dong.

"He's ready to blow it," she said to Luther. "Better lemme finish it."

Luther put a fresh cigarette in his mouth. He sighed and nodded. "Okay, sit on the fender."

Brenda beckoned to Dex. She spread a towel on the fender of the pick-up and sat on it. She grabbed for his cock and led it to her snatch, grinning at him.

"We'll take the starch out in a hurry, then you'll feel better."

He stood in front of her wide-spread thighs, watching her tuck it into the cunt. He pushed and it slid into her again. Warm and gooey. Her legs went about him and he pressed up against her lucious tits, fucking it into her, deep and hard. The car jiggled.

Her arms went about his neck, lips on his cheek. He held her tight and close, hands on her ass. What a soft, lovely ass!

"Fuck me hard," she whispered.

Dex glanced around. Luther picked up the pad, folded it and went around the pick-up to return it. He churned his ass, driving the tool into her, making her giggle softly in his ear.

She seemed to be squeezing him with her cunt. She was holding him tightly, rubbing her tits against him, doing everything she could to make him lose the wad. Dex decided not to fool around, he'd lose it as fast as he could.

The car rocked gently-and he made her gasp. When he spurted she held on, sucking her breath in. She liked it, no doubt about it. He stood, leaning into her, still fucking it in, knees wobbly. Man, that was good! She hadn't come though, he could tell. He fed it to her till it began to go soft.

"Okay," Luther said. "Let's go."

Dex sighed. Shit. He pulled it out of her.