Chapter 12
But he held off after squirming a bit to settle his prick firmly in her cunt.
She watched his hard-looking ass. She saw her ribbons strewn about her hips.
I should have pulled the skirt up to my tits, she thought. He might cock-shove a ribbon up my hole! She giggled at the though, then frowned, wondering how that slithering silk would feel in there along with Bill's horny prick.
"I just can't cum-m-m!" Alice groaned.
"Tough shit," Burt said, working in and out of her asshole. Red-faced now, he was close to shooting off from the tightness of the squeeze.
Janey whispered in Bill's ear, "Tell him to use her cunt."
Bill raised up. "Burt, she's learned her lesson. Turn her over, huh?"
Burt shrugged. "What the fuck, I better before she skins my prick. That's the tightest asshole I ever buggered." He backed out, drawing out his livid tool. He grabbed Alice's knee and hurled her over as roughly as he would a Ribbon Girl, knocking her legs wide apart.
The girl's cunt was a crimson oval. From the upper part protruded her glistening big clit. The hair rimming her gash was dark with wetness. Janey did not know how the girl could have gushed that much without cum-ming. But maybe she had.
Then Bill's ass lifted, drawing cock from the squishy clutch of Janey's cunt.
At the same moment Burt grabbed Alice's hips and yanked her to him, thrusting his long cock right up her hole.
Alice went wild. She screeched and her legs flung together, gripping, her heels hammering Burt's back. Her hands clawed at his shoulders and her head swung about, flinging her hair in every direction.
"OOO-oo OWW-www!" she howled, gripping him and arching to grind her cunt at his loins, holding the arch as her hips fuck-jerked, making her ribbons fling about. "It's all there -- it's dynamite! Oh Christ, there goes my cunt!"
Bill had paused, his cock half out of Janey. "Go, honey, go!"
"You too!" Alice shrieked at him. "Fuck her, fuck Janey! I want to see you fucking her! Oh darling, bang her good!"
His cockhead sludged powerfully up Janey's vagina. Gasping, she braced her heels on his back and tried to catch his rhythm, quickly jerking her hips. But his thrusting became a blur tuned to the urgency of his wife's orgasm rather than Janey's responses.
Janey knew that in his heart it was his wife he was fucking, that he loved her, and yes, Alice knew it. She was smiling, pleased, as she writhed through her orgasm on Burt's plunging cock.
Burt's back was arched and he pulled at Alice's shoulders, straining as though to lift the floor under him, neck muscles drawn to taut ropes, face flaming as he delivered.
"There!" he yelled, smashing it in and holding fast as his load shot up Alice's hole.
Janey guessed that the girl had made one cum and now, more slowly, with grunts and powerful lifts of her hips, was churning through another.
Janey's orgasm came slowly. She no longer tried to match Bill's fuck-strokes. She simply clung to him and let herself be shaken to jelly, firmly locked with his fine, strong body, occasionally pulling a cunt-suck on the fat tool inside her.
Like a flower opening, her cunt seemed to spread, absorbing his lunging organ.
The core of her cum was a liking for Bill. It saddened her to think she might not see him again. And, too, he kept glancing warmly at his wife.
I'm only a substitute, Janey thought. Still, I'm flattered that he's making Alice jealous by fucking me.
Her cum became a warm flowing that made her smile. The tension of rising to the peak had dissolved. She was up there, wallowing in it as Bill stiffened and plunged piston-hard. His eyes bulged and he raised up off her, straining, driving his cock in and holding it there as his spew flew up Janey's hole.
"Ooo-ooh!" she moaned. "Bill, give me more..."
She felt his cream spurt, again and again, swelling her vagina as she eased downhill clinging rather feebly to his hard body.
Then Bill collapsed, and she held him to her bosom, glorying in the last spewing throbs of his fat cock.
They were gone. First Burt, swaggering out. Then Bill and Alice, dressed again, leaving with arms about each other, he kissing her cheek. It was like they had gotten something out of their systems and would go back to their hotel and make love all night long.
Janey felt good. In the bathroom she got the douche and squatted on the toilet to squirt it up her vagina and wash out Bill's cum.
She found a twenty-dollar bill on the drink tray. Her tip. She crinkled the money in her fingers, thinking of her hunger when hitchhiking, and how much twenty dollars would have helped her. Probably she would have bought a bus ticket and Orvil would not have found her hitchhiking in the rain.
She glanced at the one-way windows. Anyone could be in the hall watching her fondle the money, which she must give to her Apron Girl.
She headed out.
In the hall Burt sprang toward her and snatched away the twenty dollars. He tucked it into the little pocket in his apron. "I'll take care of this."
He towered over her, threatening, his green eyes like ice.
"I'm to give it to Miss Barbara."
He showed her the whip. "You tell her about it, I'll cut your ass bloody!"
He strode away toward the club.
Janey walked slowly, undecided, shivering with fear. The thought of the whip made her buttocks lighten. Not tell Barbara? But then Burt would know he could get away with it, would take her lips and finally they would accuse her of holding out money.
Back at Barbara's station, she debated it. The club was crowded now, both ribbons and aprons rushing about to serve the guests. Burt had taken his bartending post. His green eyes glinted a warning at Janey.
But at last, she thought, the system is my only protection. I'll have to take my chances with Burt.
She told Barbara.
The Apron Girl's dark velvety eyes narrow and her nostrils flared. Then she turned on Janey.
"Who would take the word of a Ribbon Girl over an apron?"
Chin high, Janey met her gaze. "I told you the truth."
Unable to stare her down, Barbara hesitated, then went slowly over to the bar and spoke to Burt. He looked over her shoulder at Janey, looked daggers of hatred at her. And she thought that if Bill and Alice were here -- they'd say that they left the tip for her. But she had not seen them in the club, though she had looked long and searchingly.
Barbara returned. She said nothing and Janey was, of course, forbidden to ask. But during the next hour the Apron Girl kept glancing sharply at Burt -- her lover. She looked hurt, Janey thought.
When Mrs. Claymore came in, she and Barbara drew into the corner and whispered together. Then she left.
At midnight their shift ended. Barbara said, "Follow me, Janey."
They went to the room with the patent-leather horse. There Mrs. Claymore stood with arms crossed under her breasts, a gold whip dangling from one hand. Beside her was the Oriental, Akito, in his black shirt and leotard. And Burt, wearing his apron now, red-faced and defiant.
Mrs. Claymore said, "Bill Smith always leaves a tip."
"So he forgot this time!" Burt snarled.
Mrs. Claymore was pale with anger. Seeing Janey, she smiled, her features softening. She gazed at Janey's breasts, licked her lips.
Barbara intervened. "Ma'am, half of it should be Burt's anyway. Couldn't we -- forget it?"
Pleading for her lover, Janey thought.
Mrs. Claymore's whip hand twitched. "No! I mean to protect my Ribbon Girls. I know that Mr. Smith left a tip, and Akito has searched every cranny of her room. The money is not there. Thus, I believe Janey. Burt, you have a choice. Either leave my employ at this minute -- and I would hate to see that, for certain lady clients cannot get enough of your long cock -- either that, or take your punishment."
"It's just her word against mine," he whined.
"I have decided."
Burt glared savagely at Janey, then stepped to the black horse and bent over it.
"Akito," Mrs. Claymore said, handing the whip to the Oriental.
"Not him!" Burt cried.
"Akito," she repeated.
The black-clad Oriental was smiling as he took the whip and strode to Burt. The gold whip leaped up and slashed Burt's hard, white buttocks, the blow sharp, snapping out like a pistol shot.
Burt screeched and slammed against the horse, almost spilling over it. The fiery line across his buttocks was uneven, Janey saw, as though the whip had twisted as it struck.
"Four more," Mrs. Claymore said.
Janey winced as the next blow landed, angling across the previous one. A spot of blood marked the crossing of the lines. Burt was writhing in pain, clinging frantically to the black horse.
She did not gloat over her victory, fearing that every whiplash would make Burt hungrier for vengeance.
Mrs. Claymore was smiling. As the third blow landed, she reached down and squeezed her pussy. Her hips were moving. She was enjoying it!
And Akito had a fierce erection stretching his leotard.
The third stripe crossed two previous ones. Three drops of blood now, and flecks of it on the whip.
The fourth and fifth left Burt's buttocks crisscrossed with welts, and blood oozed out in a dozen places.
He hung over the horse, panting, seemingly exhausted, sweat dribbling down his back.
Mrs. Claymore said hoarsely, "Burt, if you lay a hand on Janey -- or any Ribbon Girl -- the next whipping will be between your legs. Now go. Take tomorrow off I don't want to see you until the next day."
Groaning, Burt pushed from the horse and went out of the room, not once looking at Janey.
Mrs. Claymore said, "Barbara, you've trained Janey well. There will be a pay bonus for you. But darling, I know that last night you and Burt slept together. Really, I'd rather you sleep with a girl. It makes for less complications, besides being much more loving, a far nicer form of sex. You may go now, Barbara."
When the Apron Girl had gone, Mrs. Claymore said, "Akito, you poor thing, you've got a huge hard-on and you didn't cum, did you?"
He shook his head.
"Janey, we can't leave poor Akito to masturbate, can we? Akito, would you like to fuck Janey?"
Grinning, the man nodded vigorously.
"Very well." The woman went over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Janey, come kneel with your head on my lap. Akito always screws from behind."
Janey, aghast, could not quite believe this was happening. She found herself obeying, going to the woman on trembling legs, dropping to her knees. The woman drew back her skirt and spread her legs, brought Janey's face down into her pussy.
"If you don't mind, Janey. Such a beating excites me, especially if it's a man. I'm already close to a cum."
Dutifully, Janey nuzzled in and licked the drooling split.
She felt the ribbons being brushed off her behind, then hands -- small and smooth they were -- spreading her ass-cheeks.
"No, Akito," Mrs. Claymore said. "Not up her ass. She's not been properly stretched for it. Into her cunt. Do it quick-quick, get your load off because we have many things to do tonight."
Janey felt a prick slip up her vagina. How small it was after that thick prong of Bill's!
"Janey, give my clit some of those sweet little sucks, and that should do it, precious."
Tonguing the nubbin out of its protective hood, Janey gasped as Akito's cock rammed in. He was panting, shoving in hard and flattening her buttocks, rooting around on each shove.
She caught the woman's clit between her lips and tugged.
"Ah-hh!" Mrs. Claymore cried. "Oh-hh, Janey, that's such a sweet little pull. How lucky I am that you like cunt!"
For the first time, Akito spoke, laughter in his voice. "Quick-quick!" he chortled. "Lady, I quick-quick fuck!"
Between them, Janey felt waves of heat wash through her body. Despite being used like an animal, she was getting a wrenching, scalding cum!
"Precious!" the woman cried, hips jerking now, squashing her honeyed cunt into Janey's face. "My sweet darling, I am cum-ming!"
And Akito's cock began a jerking that was so rapid that Janey, her vagina gushing on it, lost track of individual strokes. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, the prick whipping in and out faster than she could measure.
She sucked Mrs. Claymore's clitoris into her mouth and held it as her vaginal muscles pulled in on the slender prick, drew hard, yanking herself into the full, fiery turmoil of her cum. As she let go, she felt his charge spurt up her hole.
"Good fuckie!" the man chortled. "This girl she good fuckie for Akito!"
"You can have her any time you want, Akito," Mrs. Claymore said.
And Janey, cunt-sucking through the aftermath of her orgasm, knew she would have to just accept it.