Chapter 3
The Sandpiper was jumping. Dolly, looking ever so sharp in her mermaid costume, had already raked in forty dollars in tips and the night was young. The new progressive jazz combo was drawing an older crowd, who probably turned on once in a while, but had not in any way considered the desertion of Mother Booze.
"Fill that up again, sweetie!" demanded a super-slick Caesar Romero type about three drinks this side of the twilight zone. He made the gross error of placing his glass on Dolly's bare bosom, which extended over the tight, sequined garment like a landing strip for 747's.
"That's one. Do that again and you'll be wearing your next drink."
"Hey, don't you know who I am?"
"Hey, no, and believe me I couldn't care less."
"Don't you ever watch television?"
"Oh, of course. How are you, Flipper? I'll get you some raw fish."
She walked to the service bar. "Big night, baby. I don't know if it's you or the group or both," Nick said.
"Give me a Black Russian, two J.B's and soda, a martini up, and a gun for the letch with the black curly hair."
"Don't you know who he is?"
"Who the fuck cares?"
"That's Norman Ginsberg, the big TV star."
"Hooray."
"I wouldn't put him down if I were you. Johnny's had a crush on him for years, but he's straight; and if he-likes you, hell pop for two big ones without batting and eye."
"Interesting. Oh, a woman was looking for you this morning. Thomas, Thompson, something like that."
"How about Thomalson? Good looking brunette about thirty-five, lots of class, dripping with diamonds?"
"That's her. She was asking about Billy Black."
"I'll bet she was. He's been gone over a week, now. Very interesting." His brow furrowed in deep concentration.
"He must treat her very well. She was crying."
"Well? He beats her, pees in her hair, tears off her clothes in public. Is that your definition of 'well'? "
"Sounds like an SM scene."
"Not really. There are a lot of rich broads around who dig that Bogart stuff, and Billy plays the role perfectly. Oh, he's all sweetness and light in the beginning; but once they're hooked, watch out. She bought him that house. The lot is worth eighty grand. Now he's trying to dump her; but the meaner he gets, the better she-likes it. Do me a favor. Get Johnny out of here. I've got to make a phone call."
"I don't like that look in your eye, Nick."
Nick grinned. "Neither would Billy Black."
Nick went back into the apartment behind the bar and closed the door. He looked up a number in the phone book, put his handkerchief over the receiver and dialed.
"Hello," said a female voice on the other end.
"Is this Mrs. Thomalson?" he said, using his gangster accent which fell somewhere between that of Al Capone and Sophia Loren.
"Yes."
"Mrs. G. Thomalson?"
"Well, look lady, I got this creep, Billy Black, here; and he's into me for some real big dough, two thousand bananas to be exact. Anyway, we got your boyfriend up here in this cabin at Big Bear, and we've been knocking him around all week but he don't seem to want to pay us, you know; so I honed my knife down to the thickness of a super stainless razor blade, and I'm about to cut his nuts out, you know, just to teach him a lesson, when he tells me I oughtta give you a ring."
"Oh, my god, don't do that!"
"Then you'll cover his bad paper?"
"Yes, yes, anything you say."
"Okay, then listen. You put two grand in an envelope and put it in your mailbox. My man will pick it up in about an hour."
"But-but-I don't have that much cash in the house."
"Then go door to door till you get it. In your neighborhood that shouldn't take you but about fifteen minutes."
"Let me talk to him."
"I'd love to, but as soon as I pulled those red shorts off him and started nicking away on his cock, he passed out."
"Oh, no, have you ... have you cut off any?"
"Not yet, just waiting for a word from you."
"I'll do what you say ... I'll get the money somehow, only please don't hurt it ... I mean, please don't hurt him!"
"Okay, you got sixty minutes, and no cops, huh lady? If anything goes wrong, I got no choice but to carve this blue-eyed chiseler up into bite-sized pieces."
"All right, all right, no police."
"Thanks, lady. It's a pleasure doing business with you." Nick hung up and rubbed his hands together with glee. "That'll fix that bastard's wagon." He picked up his glass and toasted his reflection in the mirror on the ceiling. "To revenge. How sweet it is." He downed the drink and painfully remembered the time Billy had told him how he had conned two thousand dollars out of Nick's wife with the very same trick, only at that time, Billy pretended to be his own kidnapper on the phone.
"My wife's the best piece of ass in this world," Nick had told him one day.
"You horny Greek bastard, you wouldn't know a decent fuck if you fell over one; you're so goddamned busy looking at your own action in the mirror. Besides, I've been fucking your old lady for years now; and believe me, if it weren't for the bread, I wouldn't let her lick my ass."
Nick's marriage didn't last very long after that; and although the pain had long since left him, how sweet it was going to be to get his money back. He wrapped a scarf halfway around his face, put on his big, woolly coat, and marched out the side door and into his black Lincoln convertible in the parking lot.
Back in the bar, John was doing the best he could to handle the crowd of drinkers, considering he was still asleep. The brothers had a pact to cover for one another in case of emergency; but Nick seemed to find himself in far more matter-of-life-or-death situations than John.
"Mr. Ginsberg, I have a proposition for you," Dolly said serving him a drink she made especially for him.
"Isn't that supposed to be my line?"
"I'm not a hooker, not that it really matters one way or the other; but I need two hundred dollars very badly. Are you interested?"
"Sure, but not if it means any hassle. I don't need that. If somebody doesn't like my action, I can't get turned on no matter how much bread I lay out."
Dolly put her arms around his head and brought his nose directly between her tits, then kissed him on the forehead. "I was rude awhile ago, because I thought you were just another drunk copping a feel. If I let that kind of thing go, every dirty old man in town would be pawing me. I apologize, and if you will help me out of this little spot I'm in; I promise you will leave here tonight feeling feelings you've never felt before."
"Once I had a stewardess in a men's room at eighty thousand feet. Can you top that?"
"Mere child's play."
"Just tell me when and where."
Dolly pointed behind the bar. "Take your drink back there, and shoot a right at the first door you come to. Get completely relaxed. When the people thin out, I'll come curl your toes so badly you'll need to iron them before you'll be able to get them back into your shoes."
Norman stood up. "I miss rehearsals, I can't memorize lines, and I'm usually late getting to the set. But once I'm there, I take direction marvelously." Places, everyone.
Norman walked a very crooked line on his way to the back room. He knocked over two drinks and received a double sexual kick when he wedged himself between two friggers on the dance floor, but he made it to the back room.
The lights dimmed in the old Tijuana movie house which hadn't presented a movie on its premises since Tom Mix hung up his spurs. The scent of mildew was in the air and the pop-eyed patrons twitched nervously in the original chairs which, long ago, had had their anchoring bolts ripped through the wooden floor by overexcited onlookers.
Billy Black liked it here. Maybe it was because the Mexican people had a no-nonsense approach to sex. Maybe it was because of their readiness to sing and laugh under any conditions. Maybe it was because of the clear conscience fashion in which they bilked American tourists. Maybe it was because of the fact that Billy always consumed a pint of tequila during the first hour of each of his many visits to this country.
Earlier in the day he shared his monkey experience with two young senoritas within the confines of his bed in the El Salvador Hotel. As he expected, they fully understood his great loss and they expressed their sympathy with tearful hugs, and fervent kisses all over his body. He was equally certain that no one in the Los Angeles area would believe his story, much less give him their young, succulent, teenage bodies in an effort to divert his attention from it.
A single spot illuminated a narrow table in the center of the stage. A muscular young Mexican lad ran into the spot buck naked from the wings and took several bows, showing gleaming teeth as he grinned sheepishly at the warm response of applause and cheers. He did a few pushups on the table, and then five nude girls joined him and formed a horseshoe around him. They were all quite attractive and were probably chosen for the variety of charms they possessed: different heights, size and shapes of tits, etc.
One girl reached in and fondled his cock, while another spread his cheeks and Frenched his ass-hole. His rod sprang up almost immediately as he continued with his limbering-up exercise. The third girl climbed onto the table and slid under his bobbing body. Not causing him to miss a stroke, she reached down and rammed his cock into her. They continued to fuck while the mouths of the other girls moved up and down them, kissing and sucking their flesh. On his upswing two of the girls would dart their heads under his arms and kiss the nipples of the prone girl, who shrieked and moaned like a sex-starved housewife at her first orgy. Her jet-black hair was so long that it brushed against the floor. Whenever they walked within his range, the durable stud would turn his head to that side and send his hot, wet tongue into their receptive cunts.
Every girl had her chance on the table, and each one tried to out-scream her predecessor as they faked orgasms of gigantic proportions, each of which elicited roars of approval from all except the novices in the crowd.
When the show was over Billy Black stole backstage and rapped softly on the star's dressing room. "Jesus, baby!" Billy greeted the surprised exhibitionist in Spanish, rushing him and giving him a big hug. "Long time, no see, amigo!"
"Do I know you, mister?"
"Know me? Know your old amigo, Billy Black, after that wild night we had together in Mexico City?. "
"I'm sorry, I don't remember."
"Well, you did have a lot to drink; but I can't believe you don't remember me." Billy refused to loosen his grasp on the little fellow, and it was beginning to make him very nervous.
"Why, uh ... what can I do for you?"
"Just saw the show, and I thought you did a real fine job out there. It was sure worth the twenty dollars; but I thought if I came back here and slipped my old amigo, say a hundred dollar bill, I might really get some kicks this evening."
"Why don't you stay for another show? No charge this time," Jesus said, really struggling to free himself from Billy's embrace.
Billy was eyeball to eyeball with the younger man now. He could see the veins on his forehead begin to swell and a large dose of fear in his expression. "You've seen one show and you've seen them all, Jesus."
"Well, just what the fuck do you want, mister?"
"You just hit the nail right on the head."
About an hour later, the stage spot came on again and Billy Black greeted the new audience as he sat naked, in all of his leathery splendor, on the edge of the table, swinging his legs back and forth like a kid perched atop a stool in an ice cream parlor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we had a little accident backstage awhile ago and our male star had to go to the hospital to get his nose set. However, the show must go on and as a personal favor to Jesus, an old pal of mine from way back, I've agreed to substitute for him. We hope our thinly-plotted little drama will please you. We haven't had any time for rehearsals but if you appreciate effort, I'm sure you won't be disappointed. By the way, my name is Billy Black, and I live in Venus, California. If any of the young ladies present would care to discuss my performance here tonight, feel free to call me."
At this point the five females converged upon Billy and began to work him over with their hands and mouths. The new leading man embarrassed them somewhat and they looked very much out of place with their giggles and blushing as they took turns sucking his cock.
Roughly pulling one of the girls on top of him, he rolled back on the table and guided his muscle into her pre-lubricated pussy. She settled down, then backed off a bit, not being used to the three-inch advantage he had over the man he replaced. He neglected her for the moment and directed his attentions to the others, entering the cunts of the two girls who stood on.either side of him with his middle fingers while massaging their clits with his thumbs.
The fourth girl was behind Billy and he motioned for her to stand over his face, which extended beyond the table, which was obviously designed for a shorter occupant. He gave her a tongue-lashing, the-likes of which she had never known. He tripped from clit-to-cunt-to-ass-hole-to-cunt-to-clit so quickly she felt she was being serviced by three tongues instead of one. Beads of perspiration formed on her little round belly and she started to hunch over that mouth from which flowed such indescribable pleasure.
The fifth girl watched for a moment, then feeling that she was missing something (while actually telling herself that if she didn't get busy, she might be fired), she sat on the stage floor and licked Billy's balls, that portion of his cock that became available when the girl fucking him moved upward, and of course, the rim of her cunt and the tempting rosebud of her ass.
"You know, we don't actually go all the way," the girl being eaten whispered breathlessly, in Spanish.
"No comprehendo," Billy said before sucking her clit into his mouth and bearing down on it with his teeth.
"Oh, shit!" came her response, this time in English. "Do it, you greengo, yankee, cunt-sucking machine!" The sweat poured from her every pore, and her face contorted into a pain/pleasure expression, and an orgasm hit her with the thrust of a charging bull. She tried to walk backwards; but Billy, applying pressure upwards with his face, bit her again, this time even harder than the first. She screamed, jumped straight up in the air, crashed on her ass on the hard stage floor, and just lay there, whimpering.
"Ole!" shouted the audience in one voice.
The two girls being finger-fucked were next. Billy dug his fingers deeply inside them, reamed every area of their cunts' silky lining, then got ah action going between his thumbs and their clits, which could only be compared to Sugar Ray Robinson pounding a speed bag. Their knees became rubber, and they would have crashed to the floor had they not reached over Billy and embraced one another. Without even thinking about it, they kissed, letting their tongues meet in the wild passion of the moment. Billy pulled himself forward and nibbled madly on all four nipples converging above him. Three lightning-quick orgasms rippled through one of the screaming girls, while her cohort was being riddled by four of them. They managed to push off, using each other for impetus, and staggered back to their dressing rooms.
"Ole!" repeated the spectators.
Fascinated by the writhing mass of humanity on all sides of her, the girl impaled upon Billy's cock and fucked by an invisible tongue from behind, had allowed herself to come dangerously close to getting her rocks off several times during the brief, but all-too-intense festivities.
Billy slowly turned his head (like an automated gun turret seeking its target) and stopped when his eyes met hers. A shudder passed over the girl, and she would have liked very much to have been in another place at that moment, for there in Billy's gaze was a clear cut pronouncement of doom-a wordless declaration that transcended ' misunderstanding no matter what the nationality of the recipient. Slowly cupping his hands around the victims trembling breasts, Billy kneaded them with increasing firmness, paying special attention to her crystallized nipples which, given voices, would have cried out in stereophonic terror.
Pulling her down to him, Billy kissed her and let his torrid tongue play about her lips and inside her helpless mouth with the freedom of a child in a playpen. Only when her passion had reached a fever pitch did he begin to move his joint within her flooding box. With muscular control completely foreign to the overheated girl, Billy rotated his cock inside her; she felt as though she were being screwed by the blade of an electric mixer, slowly churning the doughy pulp of her pussy.
She had a mild vaginal orgasm, followed by a stronger one. She sighed at the first, cried at the latter, and then got down to the serious business of actually making love to the tormenting stranger.
Billy was getting bored. He allowed her to hunch over him twice, then bucked upward, crashing into her cervix with his cock head and grinding her clitoris harshly against her pubic bone with his own. Why not? he thought to himself, then released a torrent of semen which French-fried the sensitive inner linings of her cunt as though that portion of her lovely anatomy had been dipped into a deep fat fryer.
The girl on the floor was poised and ready to plunge her tongue deep into the other girl's rectum; but when the latter cracked a mighty fart, the former frog-leapt out of the line of fire, narrowly averting what she had occupied but a split second before.
The ravished woman fell unconscious upon Billy's chest. He spun to the side of the table, planted his feet on the floor, and carried her offstage, draped over his shoulder like a lifeless sack of feed. His ears ached from the thunderous standing ovation given him by the audience-a clamor which had not decreased by the time he returned to take his curtain call. Even the remaining girl applauded, but her smile quickly let him know that his victory was less than complete.
Son of a bitch! he thought, I forgot all about that one! Billy Black, you stupid mother-fucker! continued his thinking behind a false grin of complete confidence, you're a grown man. Seems you would have learned to count to five by now.
"Thank you!" he shouted, raising his arms to quiet the appreciative throng. "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. Are you ready for the big finish?"
"Yes!" they answered.
"I sure hope I am." Everyone laughed except the girl, a chubby little rascal who looked as though she were invented for the sole purpose of making love.
Billy sauntered over to her, took her hand, pulled her to a standing position and kissed her. She bit his lip hard, drawing blood. "I think the little lady-likes me," Billy said, laughing as he wiped his injured lip. The audience responded with more laughter. "Sweetheart, shall we retire to our love nest?" Billy was still smiling, but his blood was boiling; and he wished that the little bitch had bitten him in private. She, too, was smiling, too proud to show the pain she was feeling in her wrist and hand. Billy led her to the table, holding her hand even tighter, wondering why the bones weren't snapping under his vise-like grasp.
He flipped her onto the table effortlessly, then straddled her body with his own, pinning her arms to the table like a wrestler. He leaned in close to her ear.
"You hurt me," she whispered in Spanish.
"No shit?"
"No man will ever hurt me and get away with it."
"Tell me about it."
"I am not heterosexual. I am not bisexual. I am pure lesbian. No man has ever satisfied me. No man could ever satisfy me. Your touch and your sickening swagger make me want to vomit."
"What did she say?" asked one of the paying customers. "The lady just agreed to give me a blow job to get me fighting fit again!"
"Bravo," said the man.
Billy arched his body forward and swung his joint over her face. She snapped violently at it, but he had expected that reaction and swung it out of her range, narrowly avoiding certain and instant tragedy. "Kind of reminds you of that snapping turtle you had when you were a kid, doesn't it?" he said to the audience, and again they laughed.
Leaning back down to her ear, he whispered softly, "I'm going to bring my cock up to your face once more, my pretty flower, and you will suck hungrily upon it. But you will not bite me. You will love and nurture it back to health with giving lips and tongue; because if you don't, if you so much as graze the sensitive skin of my lovely cock with your teeth, I'll throw you on the floor and kick your brains out."
"I don't believe you."
"There are very few times in a person's life when they desperately need to be bright. Believe me, as far as your young life is concerned, this is one of those times." He repeated the act of bringing his organ to her face. This time she took it in her mouth and sucked lightly upon it. He concentrated, but nothing happened. He thought of all the women in his life as though he were having them all at once. Nothing. He thought of Miss Willoughby and the monkey. Nothing. He thought of the tapir and the aardvark. Still nothing. He thought of how the audience was pulling for him, and how they would cheer if he could haul this belligerent broad's ashes and suddenly he was aware of his cock in the pretty mouth of the golden-skinned girl. The nerve endings in his tool were suddenly exposed, where before had existed only dull sensation and he got a full hard-on.
Slowly, Billy Black crawled between her legs, and, with cautious precision, entered the dry, but ample opening of her cunt. Slowly, he ground his chest into and over the full, firm tits below him. Then he kissed her, and the taste of his blood excited her. Sure, it was wanton, cannibalistic excitement; but excitement can serve cross-purposes, and her vaginal juices began to lubricate the hard, driving weapon of flesh, pumping in and out of her orifice. She caught herself responding and immediately closed her mind to all thoughts of pleasure.
The old mental block trick, eh, Billy thought, biting her on the ear. She responded with another few seconds of sexual response, before again concentrating against it. She thought of all the adverse images she could conjure up: sliding naked down a razor-sharp banister, swimming naked in an ice-encrusted waters brimming with man-eating fish.
Billy moved south and lapped the global circumference of her titties. She secreted a little more moisture below, and Billy made his move. Harder and deeper he plunged his determined tool into her receptacle. With gathering force he nibbled at her nipples, and they began to lose their softness. She was tired and started to relax, but that frightened her into new bursts of energy. The momentum increased. Every member of the audience could hear the sloshing sound of cock in pussy, and they experienced the kind of tension one feels at a championship fight.
Biting harder now, striking deeper into her snatch with every thrust, Billy was aware of what was happening to her every nerve ending. He knew she was as close as she could get. She was breaking down; and when she whimpered, he got both of her nipples in his mouth at the same time and clamped his teeth around them. At the same time, he pushed forward with all his might, striking the deepest boundary of her cunt, and trapping her clit between solid bones, the way he had done to her predecessor. Nothing happened. He put his full weight against her clit. She reacted only by staring directly into his eyes with a look of pure contempt.
Billy pulled her into his arms; and using strength from some unknown source, he stood up on the table. His dick throbbed inside her, and neither was sure that it wasn't going to run right through her and out of the small of her back. She tightened her legs around his waist to relieve the pressure, and Billy looked into her eyes with pure adoration and flooded her pussy with hot come. As the excess squirted out the sides of her cunt and down Billy's legs, a premature wave of applause rippled through the audience. She was hanging on by a thread and she knew it, but it was enough. The last crisis had been met, and she laughed. This beautiful girl actually laughed at Billy Black.
Billy made a beautiful swan dive from the table, and his dick was almost out of her when her ass hit the floor with a thunderous bang, and needless to say, the gap between them was swiftly closed.
"Precious Jesus!" she screamed. "Holy Mary, Mother of God! OOOOOH YEEEEEEES!"
Women react in a variety of ways upon experiencing their first orgasm with a man. This girl was cold-cocked-as stunned as a man with a bullet in his brain. Billy withdrew and helped her to her feet. She was still smiling as they bowed into a shower of flying hats. But when Billy whisked her back into the dressing room, she became fully aware of what had happened.
"You feelthy, dick sucking, motherfucking shit! You've robbed me of my virginity, and I'm going to keel you!" She hit him once with her hairbrush, opening a cut on his forehead. Billy hit her once on the chin with his fist. She lost and lay down to quiet dreams.
"My son, my son!" screamed the fat owner of the theater, stepping over his fallen employee and embracing Billy. "Name your figure. Such a fucking thing I have never seen in my life! The people are throwing money on the stage. Lots of money. You will stay and perform again, yes?"
"No."
"But why?"
Billy pushed him into the corner, and he fell on his broad butt. "Fuck the money! Fuck your performers, fuck your patrons, and fuck you, you spic prick! I'm going somewhere where I'm appreciated!"
Billy pulled on his sombrero with a huff and stomped out the side door and into the alley, where he was detained for thirty minutes by autograph hounds, none of whom noticed he was naked.
Norman Ginsberg thought he was dreaming. Moments after lying upon the satin-covered bed in the small apartment in the Sandpiper, he dropped off to sleep. The coolness and lush sounds around him, plus that last big martini, proved to be too much for him.
His unconscious mind created characters to match the stimulus which was being enacted upon him. He was floating high in the sky and passed a cloud on which were perched three beautiful women. He began to swim through the air; and after banking into a wide left turn, swooped down upon them and landed in their midst. One of the ladies was his first wife, the other was his second wife; and although he knew he had never seen the third gorgeous creature, she was strangely familiar.
"Hello, darling," said his ex-wives simultaneously, "we've been waiting for you."
"Yeah, I'll bet you have. What's the matter, didn't the checks come this month?"
"That doesn't matter," they said, smiling.
Norman looked over the edge of the cloud. He wanted to jump, but felt that his power to fly had left him, and he was shaking with fear. "I mailed them-both of them! Really I did! There is a mail strike going on, you know. Did you ever think of that? Did you ever think you ever think you might not have gotten yo ... your che ... checks because of the mail strike?" He felt trapped and unable to defend himself.
"Don't be silly," cooed his first wife. "We don't care about the money anymore. Linda and I got together and decided we wanted to do something for you."
"Yeah, I'll bet you did," he stammered, looking down. "Like push me off this fucking cloud!"
"No, sweetheart," Linda said, reaching out to touch his face. "Rita and I decided that our hounding you for the money was just a cover-up."
"Don't touch me! Please don't touch me!" She lowered her hand.
"If that's what you want. We decided that we were both still in love with you, and we only want you to be happy." She slipped her gossamer gown over her shoulders and revealed her milky-white, perfectly shaped breasts, that hung like two magnificent, pear-shaped diamonds. His dreams had often been haunted by Linda's breasts. "You used to like my boobies. Do you still feel the same way?"
Norman's heart began to beat wildly in his chest, and he wanted very much to touch those comely orbs and kiss their smiling faces once again. "Yes, I guess I always will."
"And how about these, Norman," Rita extended her legs to him and lightly stroked his thigh with her foot. "Remember these?" She pulled her gown up to her waist.
Norman had spent many hours mesmerized by Rita's legs. Nowhere in art or his living experience had he ever seen any to match them. They were well-formed and smooth: moreover, the muscles of the thighs and calves had the lusty conditioning of those belonging to young swimmers. As he had always done in the past, his eyes began at the feet and followed upward to the baby-fine hair of her sex. "How could I forget, Rita? You have the greatest set of pins in captivity. Amend that, since you are no longer in captivity."
"We talked about these things, Linda and I, and we came up with a solution to all your problems. Look," she said, pointing to the third woman.
"My name is Dolly."
"Well, of course, I knew I recognized you, but ... but you're different."
"That's because I gave her my eyes," Rita said. "And my lips," Linda said.
'That's right," Norman said in disbelief. "How did you do that?"
" 'Why?' is the proper question, Norman," Rita said. "We did it because we love you; and your happiness means more to us than anything on this earth."
"Well, I'll be damned! Thanks. Thank you both. That's very nice."
"And there's more. Show him, Dolly."
Dolly stood directly in front of him and slowly pulled her gown off over her head. Norman's eyes grew as big as platters as he realized that she had Linda's jugs and Rita's legs. "That's faaantaaastic!"
Rita and Linda stood up. "Well leave you two together, now," Linda said.
"But ... I mean, maybe she doesn't want to."
"Oh, I want to, my darling," Dolly said, putting her arms around him and lowering herself into his lap. "I've been hopelessly in love with you since the first lime I saw you on television. Take me, my love. All of me. Make love to me." She kissed him wantonly and his hands traveled over her lovely body, joyously touching every inch of her enchanting flesh.
He suddenly felt very guilty and looked up but the other two women were gone, and the guilt disappeared as quickly as it came. "Are you sure you love me? You're not playing a cruel joke on me, are you?"
"Does this feel like a joke? She kissed his neck, shoulders, chest and stomach. She held his erected cock in her hand and looked up at him. "I love you, Norman. I am yours to do with as you see fit for as long as you want me." With that she slowly licked a love-drop from his throbbing tool and swallowed it, showing great approval of the taste. She then captured the head of his rod with her mouth and bobbed up and down, sending chills all over his body.
"Oh, Dolly that feels so great! Don't stop. Take it all, baby. Oh, shit!" He woke up as he had so many times in the past, just as he was about to come. Only this time was a little different. He was wide awake. He knew that, yet the sensation remained, and it was just as strong as in the dream.
"Dolly? Dolly, are you here?" he said into the pitch blackness of the room.
"Good morning," she said in her sexiest tone. "You woke up just at the right time."
Norman pulled his hair as hard as he could in reaction to the gigantic orgasm which bombarded his body. The come gushed up from his bursting nuts like oil through a wildcat rig. He almost passed out again, and in his semi-consciousness he saw Linda's corpulent lips, and he was crawling between them. His head became as sensitive as the head on his cock. She sucked with such loving force that the come in his balls reversed its course and spurted from his mouth into hers.
He reached down and pulled Dolly's head to his and kissed her for a long time.
"I ... I thought you were going to suck my insides out, baby! Wow, what a way to wake up!"
"Why, I think you actually liked it, Norman."
"Liked it? Sweetheart, you suck the meanest cock in town. Town, hell! You go down groovier than any chick in the world as far as I'm concerned!"
"Oh, come on, you're making fun of me."
"No shit, baby."
"You mean of all the stage struck teenyboppers and the multitude of depraved young divorcees, you'd pick my blow job over them all?"
"It's no contest. For my money you're the greatest."
"Why, thank you, Norman. I really appreciate that. Speaking of money. Do you mind? I'm late."
"Sure, sure. Where's the light?"
Dolly flipped on the light. Norman looked down and saw his limp cock dripping aftermath onto his expensive black silk trousers. "Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I should have taken your pants off."
"It's no big thing, love. Just a few drops." He grinned. "What do you suppose happened to the rest of it?" Dolly blushed. "Come on, you little rascal, tell me. Where did it go?
"You know," she answered sheepishly. "Down that lovely throat of yours, maybe?" he teased, touching her throat and the tops of her tits. "Maybe."
"Come here, you big flirt." Norman pulled her back to him and started to unzip the back of her costume but she stopped him. "No, Norman, I've got to go. My husband will come looking for me."
"Well, what's another husband, more or less. I want a little nookie."
"He's awful big."
"How big?"
"Seven feet big."
"I just lost a perfectly good hard-on and fear it may never return again." They both laughed. "What's he do?"
"He's trying out for the Lakers. It's been kind of tough lately but we've got our fingers crossed."
"What's his name?"
"Horton. Dick Horton."
"Look, you know I can't promise anything, but I've had a lot of their coaches on my show. How close is he to making the team?"
"Hell never get Chamberlain's spot, but he and a fellow named Chucker Jackson are fighting over the second team center position."
"Jackson. Chucker Jackson," Norman mused. "I'll have the staff do a little research on him. Might find a weakness. In the meantime, I'll put in a good word for your old man. If they're still undecided, a little PR might tip the scales a little."
"That sounds great! Hey, I've got to go."
"Sure, baby, here." He fished two hundred-dollar bills out of his pocket and handed them to her. "Chucker Jackson. I heard something about him. What the hell was it? Oh, well., it will come to me. You going to be working here for a while?"
"Yeah."
"Well, if you split, be sure to tell Nick or Johnny where you are. I want to keep in touch. We pick up a lot of shit putting together the talk show, so don't run away."
"I won't," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you, Norman."
"Hey, thank you! You got a lot of talent right there," he said, touching her lips. "If you ever turn out, I want to be the first to know."
"It's a deal. Good night." She kissed him and left.
The beach air felt good, and she kicked off her shoes and waded in the water. "Oh, that's nice," she said. The tiredness began to leave her aching arches, and she considered tearing off her costume and going skinny-dipping in the moonlight. When she reached up to pull off her panties, her hand grazed over her wet crotch; and for the first time since the scene with Norman, she realized that she was horny. She slipped her shoes back on and ran home.
"What ... honey, is that you?" Dick said, waking up.
"It better be me," Dolly said, pulling his limp cock out of her mouth.
"Hey, whatcha doing?"
"Hey, I'm eating you, that's what."
"Not tonight, baby, please. I've got to be on the floor at eight in the morning ready to go all day. They're really shooting at us, baby. Jackson's a big strong boy, but I've been keeping up with him every inch of the way. I swear those coaches are just going to push us till one of us drops dead."
"I made a lot of money tonight," she said proudly.
"Tell me about it in the morning, sweetheart. I gotta crash." He rolled over and fell back to sleep.
Dolly lit a cigarette and yanked down her zipper in anger.
Fingers had dozed off for a moment behind the mirror; but when she pried her delicious-looking tits out of the tight-fitting costume, he came awake with a jolt, fell off his orange crate, and bashed his head on the floor. He climbed back on, and spittle drooled from the toothless side of his mouth as Dolly threw her garment to the floor and walked right up to the mirror, stark naked.
She just stood there, inches from the old man's popping eyes, rubbing her huge jugs where the costume had pinched their undersides. Fingers' pudding started to creak up like a mortally wounded snake, straining every fiber in its body to make one last strike before dying.
Dolly's hand wandered down between her legs; and finding her slit liquid-ready, she teased her clit, flicking at it ever so lightly with her nails.
"Fuck you!" she said, after a moment.
Fingers was certain that she was speaking to him, and he rared backwards, busting the back of his head against a supporting two-by-four.
Dolly ran to the closet and slipped on a pair of Levis, a sweater and her thongs. She then quickly flipped off the light and quietly slipped out the front door.
"Horseshit!" Fingers moaned as his cock fell asleep in his hand. "Jist when it wuz gittin' good."
Cussing all the way, he crawled out of the cubicle and staggered to the bathroom, where he applied first aid to his cuts and bruises.
There were no lights in Nick's house, an old two-story, pink stucco job that had been a brothel par excellence, back in the thirties when Venus had been the playground of all Southern California. Dolly decided to go back home, and then she banged on the door and beat her thong against the front window.
Five minutes later a light came on and Nick slowly opened the front door, hair mussed, and wearing an old, tattered terry cloth bathrobe. "Who is it?" he asked as though asleep on his feet. "DoUy."
"Come in, kid," he said, dropping his sleeping routine. She entered and he shut the door. "I'm sorry if I woke you.
"Don't be silly. I just got home. Thought you might be the wrong people." He threw off his robe, revealing the fact that he was fully-clothed underneath. His pants legs were up around his knees, and he pulled them down and tried to get his hair back into shape with his hands. "Sweetheart, I just pulled the biggest caper of my life. I got Billy Black by the balls and squeezed as hard as I could."
"Oh, is he here? I'd like to meet him."
"No, he isn't here. I was speaking figuratively, but I got him! Wham! After all these years, I finally got him back. Look at me-I'm shaking like a leaf!"
"What did you do?"
"I'll tell you when you're older. Just enjoy it with me, okay? Let's get stoned or loaded or something. Let's run to Santa Monica on the beach naked!"
"That sounds groovy, but I got to get back home."
"What did you come over for?"
"Uh, cigarettes. Have you got an extra pack of cigarettes?"
"Sure, here." He handed them to her. "How did it go tonight?"
"Great. They jammed the place until closing. My aching feet and all that. Well, I gotta go."
"Sure, kid," he said, giving her a peck on the forehead. "See you tomorrow."
"Oh, Nick, there was one more thing."
"What's that?"
"Would it be all right with you if I put my hands around that unbelievable joint of yours and shoved it into my hot, wet cunt? "
Nick looked at her cockeyed for a second, then grinned. "Yes, ma'am! That would be more than all right. That would be a gas!"
He put his arm around her waist and led her upstairs to his bedroom. The house was beautifully decorated in a Spanish motif: heavy, hand-carved furniture, lots of wrought iron and exposed old brick, all very masculine.
"John decorate your place?"
"No, thank you. He's still pouting about it, but fuck him. Being a brother to a sugar box is one thing, living in one is something else again."
"You and he get along well, don't you?" Dolly asked, slipping out of her clothes and sprawling across the deep red spread on the huge bed.
"Perfect. Funny, for the most part, I can't bear fags, and yet Johnny is a screaming queen, and I love him and wouldn't change him for the world."
"Did you and he ever ... I shouldn't ask that."
"Sure, we fooled around when we were kids. Who doesn't? But I guess I grew out of that stage and he didn't." He dropped his shorts and lay down beside her. "This little Mexican girl fucked me nearly out of my mind on my fourteenth birthday, and I've been in love with pussy ever since."
Dolly found his cock with one hand and ran the fingers of the other one over his hairy, well-proportioned chest. "Well, I'm sorry that it's not your birthday or anything, but I've got a very hungry pussy, and I would certainly enjoy your fucking me nearly, if not completely, out of my mind right now."
He kissed her for a long time; and she jerked softly at his dick, running her fingers up the underside tract to produce the lubricating fluid which rolled out of the top. She then smeared it lightly over the head of his cock, and it came up hard as a baseball bat.
"I want to make you feel good, Dolly. I want to eat you.
"No, not now. Maybe later if you still feel like it. I want to feel you inside of me, Nick. AH of you. Fuck me, Nick. Please fuck me."
He fucked her. It was a long, slow, sweat-producing session of straight, man-on-top-of-woman sexual intercourse. And he filled her cunt like it had never been filled before. He loved her tenderly. She hadn't expected that. They fucked like a man and a woman who had been fucking all their life together.
"Darling Nick, oh yes, darling!" she said, hitting one of her many orgasms.
"Hey, baby, you sure know what you're doing! Wow, I love that, Angel!" he said when she tightened her cunt muscles around his cock so hard he knew he wouldn't be able to withdraw at that moment if he were torn away from her with a crane.
Seemingly only minutes afterwards (could two hours really have passed? they both thought later, squinting at the clock in the bright sunlight) Nick looked into her eyes, and his whole body seemed to explode as he flooded her with an almost endless torrent of his seed. His cock contracted as it pumped out the last drops and every time he moved, she squeezed him with all her might.
They lay still for a long time, holding each other as tenaciously as drowning swimmers clinging to a piece of debris.
"How much did you make tonight?" he asked, wanting to break the spell, wanting to come back to reality.
"Well, let's see. Ninety-two dollars in tips."
"Hey, that's great! Easily the most any girl ever made in that room."
"Plus the ten bucks you owe me for the shift. That makes one-o-two."
"You wouldn't consider waiving that in lieu of what just transpired here ... ? "
"Kiss my ass," she said, laughing.
"No, I didn't think you would."
"Then there's the two hundred from Ginsberg. That makes three-o-two."
Nick pulled out of her and rolled over on his back. His hand was shaking as he lit a cigarette. "You made it with Norman, tonight?" he asked coolly.
"Last night."
"Okay, tonight, last night, what the fuck difference does it make!" His anger was apparent. "What are you getting hot about?"
"Who's hot? I'm not hot. What makes you think I'm hot?"
"Well, for starters there's the fact that you have lit the filter tip of your cigarette and haven't even noticed it yet."
Nick threw the cigarette out on the balcony near the bed. "Well, what do you expect! A cat just finishes making love ... yeah, I'll say it ... making about the sweetest love he's ever made with a chick; and she ups and tells him he's just sampled sloppy seconds. You don't know the first fucking thing about the male ego, do you?"
"But you told me I'd be a fool to pass it up."
"That was be fore ... sure, I said it, but I didn't think you'd fuck him."
"I didn't fuck him."
"But you said-"
"All he wanted was a blow job."
"Yeah, that's the way a woman's mind works. Whatever they figure is giving themselves makes it so. If they think balling is the real them, then it's okay to blow every pecker that gets within the range of their mouth; and if oral sex is their bag, they can ball with a conscience as clear as water."
"You asked me how much I made, so I told you. You want to hear the rest?"
"There's more?"
"Yeah, I got another two hundred from John. That makes a grand total of five hundred two dollars, plus change. Not too bad for a night's work, eh, kid rocks?"
"Wait a minute, what did Johnny give you two hundred bucks for?"
"For eating Norman, silly. It was a kind of finder's fee."
Nick stared at her in disbelief. "YouVe putting me on."
"Not in the least. I told Norman to go to the back room, and I'd join him later. He did, and immediately fell to sleep, because I gave him a triple-whammy of a martini. John and I go in, turn off the lights, unzip his fly and put our heads together; only John eats him and I talk to him when he wakes up. I had to pinch John to let him know when I'm going to talk. John sucks him off, and he's screaming like a stuck pig while John is scoffing down his load. Then John slides under the bed, and I turn on the lights."
"Wow! That's a mind blower!"
"You're close."
"I can't believe it. And Norman really dug it, huh?"
"Said it was the best blow job he ever got in his life. He's happy. John's happy. And I'm just thrilled about it. I didn't tell you I was service oriented, did I?"
Nick laughed so hard tears came to his eyes. "And I thought I pulled the biggest caper of the night! Baby, you are too much!"
"I know. I've known that for a long time." She kissed him, and they rolled around on the bed for a while before he sent her downstairs to fix his breakfast.