Chapter 5
While the girls in the complex came together naturally and easily, shedding their inhibitions as boredom demanded, the men had more difficulty. Lee Havens, the prime instigator of the barbering capers, had to get two other young male employees together under just the right circumstances before he dared even broach his idea.
Art Belden, a personable, but characteristically sullen young bachelor, was griping about a female superior one day after work.
Mack Spain, married but separated and chafing at the restrictions of Farawell employment, annoyed with himself because he allowed high pay to hold him in dull employment The three of them were having a drink in the complex cocktail lounge. Art Belden was the most bitter.
"That Johnson bitch!"
Mack Spain looked up from his martini, mildly interested. "That big blonde?"
"She's the one. Throwing her weight around because she's got a degree in advanced math."
"That gives her an edge over you?"
"One step, the bitch."
"She looks to me like she needs a good screwing."
"Hell. With her size? She'd need the jolly green giant. An ordinary guy'd get lost in her snatch."
"Oh, I don't know," Mack Spain said. "She might turn out to be a hell of a good lay."
Lee Havens had yet to contribute to the conversation. Now he did. Looking dreamily into his Scotch on the rocks, he said: "I saw a broad that size once. It was at a stag show."
The other two showed immediate interest "A stag show?" Mack Spain said.
"Uh-huh. It was weird. There was this big Amazon; built just like that Johnson babe, except she was a brunette. She was in this ring, like a boxing ring with ropes and everything."
"It was a fight?"
"No, not exactly. They brought in four crooked-legged midgets, or dwarves. All small except-"
Lee Havens paused to smile fondly at the memory.
"Except what?" Art Belden demanded impatiently.
"Their jocks. They must have had to hunt far and wide to find that quartette; little guys with cocks bigger than some on grown men."
"What was the caper?"
"It was real crazy. The way they did it, they gave prizes for the contests. There were several of them, catering to all tastes. For instance, they had two lesbians. They came in with trunks on and believe it or not, each of them had a hotdog. The game was that the one that got her hotdog up the other one's snatch first won the prize."
Lee Havens paused again to smile fondly. "There was a kind of depression in those days. Times were tough and everybody needed money. And man, how those broads went after each other."
With relaxing drinks under their three belts, the bored Farnwell employees were ripe for titillating accounts.
"It must have been something," Mack Spain muttered.
"It was. They went after each other head-on. Half the time they were on the floor, the other half on their feet belting hell out of each other.
"Finally, one of them, she was a little bigger than the other, got in a lucky punch. She laid one right under the other one's belt. The poor broad doubled over, a whooosh coming out of both ends of her. As she went down the one who'd hit her bounced her whole weight down on the broad's belly. There were two more loud whooshes that made the crowd laugh fit to kill.
"Then the one still in command sat on the other one and managed to pull her trunks down around her ankles before she fought free. The one on top had tried to jam her hotdog in where it had to go and that brought the other one alive.
"But she was groggy and staggered around with the other one trying to ram her hotdog up from behind. It was weird."
Again, Lee Havens stopped, much to the annoyance of the other two.
"Ok-ok-what happened?"
"Well, the one who had the advantage got her legs around the other one's throat in a leg-lock while she was lying on her back. You should have seen that broad fight-throwing herself out, legs first, trying to break the hold.
"But she didn't have a chance. The other one squeezed until the poor chick's tongue was sticking out. Then, when she finally sprawled down, exhausted, the winner reached down and shoved the hotdog up her cunt. The poor dame didn't have the strength left to close her legs."
"It must have been a gas," Mack Spain said, signaling for three more drinks.
"It was," Lee Havens said.
"But what about the dwarves and the Amazon brunette. What was the game there?"
"Simple. All they had to do was screw the broad."
"Rape her?"
"Well, she wasn't going to be down and give it to them. With the prize at stake, they were going to have to take it away from her."
'Did they do it?"
"Man! And how! They circled her like a pack of wolves circling a moose. That was what it reminded me of. They seemed to be having a hell of a lot of fun at first, but I think they were just trying to make her mad so she'd make a mistake. They circled her, and she tried to circle with them."
"I'd think she would have gotten in a corner and tried to keep them in front of her."
"She did, but there was a referee, just like in a real fight. He kept making her go back into the center of the ring.
"Then the midgets kept dashing in from behind while she tried to protect her ass. They'd keep goosing her, trying to get a thumb up her asshole. A couple of times one of them bounced her across the ring on his thumb while she clawed at her hind end, but both times she got loose."
"It must have been real rough," Art Belden muttered. "Jeez! I can see that Johnson bitch trying to climb a wall with a couple of fingers up her ass."
"That would be something," Mack Spain said as Lee went on.
"She was working against time. That's how it was. If she could hold them off for fifteen minutes, with two rest periods, she'd win.
"She did a pretty good job of it, but then the leader of the midgets-he had a hard-on by now-a cock like a sausage-had a conference with his men, and they changed their tactics. They began circling again, and then one of them clipped her like in football. He threw himself at the back of her knees and brought her down.
"It was close to the edge of the ring, and the leader moved like a shot. He grabbed the ropes and twisted them around her neck.
"She went into a panic, clawing at them, but it was simple for them to trap both of her arms the same way."
Lee paused to take a deep breath and knock off half his drink while the other two waited, now thoroughly engrossed in his story.
"They had a little more trouble with her legs, all four of them working first on one and then on the other until they had them tangled in the ropes.
"You can imagine what she looked like then. Doubled over on her shoulders with her legs spread out that way and utterly helpless."
"Then they had her!"
"Did they have her! The leader could hardly wait. He mounted her in one lunge. She let out a bellow as that big cock plowed into her up to the balls. The poor broad's eyes bulged, and her tongue flopped out.
"Jeez, what a fucking she got! That little guy's ass was a blur pumping in and out of her while the customers cheered him on.
"He blew his load into her and fell to one side, but then another one was ready. Hell! They didn't want the money. They just wanted to fuck the ass off that broad. When had a bunch of ugly little dwarves ever had a chance like that before?"
"All four of them screwed her?"
"Uh-huh. The loads were actually bubbling up out of her hole before they got through. Then the leader was ready again. I couldn't see what happened because I was at the wrong angle, but the broad let out a howl to wake the dead, and the guys on the other side of the ring let out howls, too. So you can figure what happened."
"The little guy gave it to her in the ass."
"It had to be that, because they had her cunt open wide enough so there was no reason for her to howl if she got a fifth fucking there."
"Man," Art Belden said. "It must have cost a bundle to get into a stag show like that."
"Twenty-five bucks. But then the last thing the head dwarf did. That was a gas. He got a pen knife from the referee and cut himself a big chunk of her cunt hair and held it up like a souvenir. After that, they let the broad up, but she was too weak to stand. Two guys had to help her across the ring and out. She was actually too weak from coming all those times to make it by herself!"
"You mean she came every time she was fucked?"
"Uh-huh. You could tell. She fought it, but those little cocksmen kept bringing her off. Some broads are like that. If they were fucked to death, they'd die having an orgasm."
All three men realized the conversation was a form of violent rebellion to the dull life they led; self-contempt perhaps, psychologically camouflaged in overt erotic pleasure.
Art Belden scowled. "That's what I'd like to do to that Johnson female."
"You mean fuck her to death?"
"Well, maybe not quite that far but-"
"Look," Lee Havens said, "I've got an idea. I'll bet we could get away with it, too."
He outlined the plan that became the foundation of what was to be the Barbers. It didn't happen immediately. Their first caper was undertaken a week later, and they were scared to death. But they got away with it. That gave them courage.
The success of one attack demanded the excitement of a second. Continued success changed their outlooks on life. They had something of their own now; something that they had created without the help or blessing of the company. Also, they were not hurting the girls they waylaid-at least not according to their own lights.
So why not have a little fun?
Thus, the Barbers became a reality....