Chapter 4
The hotel was another brown and white edifice that had been built more than a score of years before. Keno took them around by the parking lot and halted behind the hotel, pointing.
"When you finish the act, you best go down there an' slip out the other street. There's a gate." He looked at Brenda. "Some o'these cowboys might jus' take it into their heads to have s'more fun."
Dex saw Luther nod. The big guy had been through this before. Brenda wasn't fazed either. They went in a back door-Keno had the keyand down some stone steps. It was cold and dreary, a clammy place with pipes overhead and dirt an inch thick from drifting dust.
When they turned a corner and Keno opened a metal door, he could hear the buzz of a crowd. "Hell, they're early," Keno said, looking at a pocket watch.
"Eager," smiled Luther. "That's good."
"They out in the hall there," Keno said. He led them through a narrow corridor and into a small cold room. "You c'n dress here." He opened a second door and showed them a large square room with chairs arranged in a rough circle about an open space.
"That's it, huh?" Brenda said. "Any heat?"
"Joe's s'posed to turn it on," Keno said. "I'll git after him." He departed hurriedly.
Luther went into the large room and looked around. He flicked on the lights and put his hands on hips, cocking his head. "Well, it'll do."
There was a raised area at the end of the room which the chairs faced. It held a couch without nrms or back. Dex looked at it-the work bench. He had to grin, thinking of the pick and shovel work he had done before he lit out of the "Triple C's."
The couch was ten or fifteen feet from the dressing room. They'd have to walk over to the couch in view of everyone. Dex put his hands into his pockets. He felt a little cold-was it stage fright? He saw Brenda looking at him.
"You okay, baby? You look a little pale."
He shrugged. "I'll make it."
Luther smiled bleakly; he took a small bottle from an inside pocket and handed it over. "Here, a little cock stiffener."
"What is it?"
"Drink it, neighbor. Do ya good."
It tasted like a combination of whisky and paint thinner. Dex gulped it and his mouth burned. "Shit! That's firewater!"
Brenda giggled at him. "Keep your mouth open, the fire'll go 'way in a minute."
"You remember what t'do?" Luther asked. "I don't wanna worry about you too-we need 'bout a twenny minute show. I'll give Brenda the hi-sign, she knows what t'watch for, then she'll tell you. You git off her an' hotfoot back into the dressin' room. When she's in, you close and lock the door. Then the both of you get dressed and git out fast's you can."
"When we start for the dressing room," Brenda said, "We go fast-I mean fast. Got it?"
Dex nodded. The whole thing was beginning to get to him. He felt weak, then confident. He had butterflies all right. He looked at the door of the dressing room and went inside. It had a latch. He worked it and Luther nodded.
"That'll hold 'em. Sometimes they gets all riled up an' don't want Brenda goin' away!"
Keno slipped into the room, carrying a brace and bit. "The heat's on, you feel it?"
"No," Brenda said.
"Well, you will." Keno put the bit on the door of the dressing room and quickly bored a small hole in the wood. "That fuggin' Joe was sposed to do this. He never does nothing right!"
He picked the splinters out and peered through.
"Now you c'n see what's goin' on."
He laid the tool aside. "Okay, you ready t'let
'em in?"
"Yeh," Luther said. He looked hard at Dex. "I'm okay," Dex said.
"All right. You jus' do what Brenda tells you and it'll go fine." He went through the door with Keno.
"Lock it," Brenda said.
Dex snapped the latch and looked at her. "Now, honey?"
She smiled. "Now."
He moved close and took her in his arms. She came willingly, rubbing her mound on his cock, opening her thighs. She dry-fucked him hard and sinuously for a moment. Then she pushed him away gently.
"Just gotta get you in the mood, baby!"
"I'm in the fuckin' mood!"
She giggled. "Don't overdo it-I don't wanna get out there with a wet noodle." She ran her hand over his fly.
He unzipped instantly and the big thing flopped out, half hard and gaining. She grasped it. "Jesus, baby, you're hung like a goddam horse!"
"Glad you like it."
"Damn right, I like it. Lissen, don't expect me t'go ga ga about your peter in front of Luther-I told you, I love him. I really do."
"You're not shittin' me?"
"Hell no, why should I?"
He shrugged. The door had evidently been opened from the hall. There was a burst of noise and Brenda went over to peer through the peep hole.
"There they are, the pride of-what the hell's the name of this burg."
"I dunno-Blalock?"
"Yeh, that's it." She moved aside. "Wanna see what you got to please?"
Dex licked his lips. He peered through the hole, and Brenda came and held his cock warmly. She didn't massage it, just held it. He ran his hand up her butt.
There were eight guys in the room and more coming in slowly. Dex could see Keno and Luther at the door, making change, pocketing dough. Most of the guys were young, with a sprinkling of older men. Most of them were weatherbeaten types, farmers most like, he thought. All looked eager.
Someone had unscrewed several of the bulbs in the ceiling, so that the room was dimly lighted-except for the makeshift stage. There was a light immediately above the couch and there were two gooseneck lamps on the floor with lights pointing up, bathing the ratty couch with garish light.
Dex licked his lips again. He'd never see any of these shits again. Never. Why care what they thought?
Brenda said, "Baby, they'll be lookin' at me."
"Yeh." She was right. They sure would. None of them probably ever saw a naked dame before, except their wives. And they sure never saw any naked broad like Brenda. She'd pop their eyes.
"When we get outa here," she said softly, "none of those guys could pick you out of a line-up. They won't be looking at your face."
"What's that, psychology?"
"Sure, but it's the truth." She looked through the peep hole again. "We better get ready, baby."
Dex nodded. Yeh, keep thinking like that. He heard a phonograph, dance music. This was quite a party. Brenda got out of her clothes in a flash. She hung them on a nail and smiled at him, rubbing her tits. The marks of her bra showed faintly on her milky skin.
"I'll keep my shoes on," she said. "You keep your socks on." she motioned. "C'mon, drop the pants."
He slid out of them, the big cock waggling. His arms had goose pimples, and not from the cold. The room was warming up a little, he thought ... but he'd be warm enough from her-she took hold of the prick and squeezed it.
"Keep this thing hard now!"
"I'll think of you."
She giggled. She came close and bumped it with her belly, then rubbed the head of it at her snatch. "Lissen, you let me go out and you don't come till Luther whistles, right?"
"I'll keep my eye on'im."
"Yeah." She massaged the cock and rubbed her titties on his chest. "Feel okay now?"
"Don't worry 'bout me, honey."
"An' don't come too soon."
"Stop worryin'. "
"Don't let those guys get to you. Just smileand fuck me, baby."
A whistle sounded. Brenda jerked her head toward the door. "That's him." She bent her head quickly and took the head of the prick between her lips and kissed it wetly.
"Smile," she said.
She went to the door, unlocked it and motioned him to get behind it. Then she stepped out to deafening applause and hoots.
Dex put his eye to the hole and watched. Luther was standing just behind the chairs, Keno beside him. The crowd, noisy and big-eyed settled down very quickly as Brenda walked bare-assed naked to the couch. She stood before them, stark naked, shaking her loins, and every man stared at the bush between her legs.
She did grinds and bumps for them and the crowd screamed and yelled: "Gimme more of that, mama!" Dex watched a short, fat man in the front row; the man was red in the face, rubbing his cock openly, forgetting where he was.
He saw Luther looking toward the door, and licked his lips. This was going to be tougher than he had anticipated. Now he knew what Luther had meant. It wasn't every guy who could screw in front of an audience.