Chapter 7
Barney had lunch with Amelia one week later. He told her what had happened, and she was shocked.
"I never heard of such a thing. It's a cannibal business if they can fire people just like that. What are you going to do, Barney?"
He said he had been looking for another job, but only halfheartedly because he was thinking of going into business for himself. The only hitch was lack of capital.
Amelia covered his hand with hers impulsively. "I can loan you the money, Barney."
"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it." He shook his head. "It's out of the question."
"But why, Barney? I have faith in you. I know you'd make a big success in the advertising agency business."
"I'll take out a loan at the bank," he said. "What will you offer as security?" Amelia asked. And she was right of course. The upshot of the conversation was that Amelia loaned him $60,000.
Not much for the big plans he envisioned but enough for a start, certainly. Barney rented office space in the East Fifties and went hustling for clients. He didn't have much luck the first couple of weeks, then he heard of a department store, Bloom's, in Brooklyn, which was looking for an agency. He took his portfolio out and dug up his old advertisements from the department store he had worked in in Vermont. Then he made an appointment to see Mr. Bloom, the sixty-three year old head of the store.
Mr. Bloom turned out to be a roly-poly little fellow with twinkling black eyes. The store did something like $10 million a year, mostly in home furnishings. When Barney showed him the advertisements he had turned out in the past, Mr. Bloom seemed to be highly impressed. He said he had to interview several other agencies before he came to a final decision. He would contact Barney one way or the other before the week was up.
The week dragged by; Barney was on pins and needles praying he would get the account. Then Mr. Bloom phoned him on Friday and asked if he could see him around 3 p.m. Barney showed up promptly at three and was ushered into his palatial office.
'Well, young man," said Mr. Bloom, "I have the honor and pleasure of informing you that the account is yours. Some big agencies were after it, but I liked what you had to show me and I'm sure we can do business together."
Then he took Barney on a tour of the store, which consisted of five floors plus a bargain basement. The furniture department, which took up two floors, was the big money-maker, and Mr. Bloom wanted him to concentrate his efforts there. He asked him to come in on Saturday when they would go over the plans for the following month.
Barney was floating when he left the place. His first account! He phoned Amelia and told her the good news, then made an appointment for dinner that night with her.
He took her to a Mexican restaurant on Second Avenue, and they drank two margarita cocktails apiece to celebrate the happy occasion. Then they had tacos, frijoles, and chicken in a special sauce. It was all very good. Then Barney took her up to his apartment and they made passionate love. They ran naked around the bedroom, he pursuing her, she giggling wantonly until he caught up with her and shoved his huge tool between her creamy thighs. He inclined his head toward her magnificent breasts and began kissing them, his tongue licking away furiously at her nipples, his tool shoving in and out between her thighs.
"It's so big!" she gasped, her hips writhing and undulating, "It's so huge and juicy!"
Then he carried her over to the bed and lay her down on the bed, sitting down beside her just a little below her knees. She was lying deep in the pillow, her face coyly averted from his, her hair spilling out over the pillow.
He spread her legs, revealing the triangle of pubic hair and the swollen Venus mound with its meaty crack up the middle. He bent down and kissed her slit, his tongue darting up into the moist fastnesses of her treasure trove.
"Dear god!" she groaned, her eyes closed in rapture as his tongue licked away at her clitoris. Her body writhed and undulated on the bed and he sniffed deeply of the rank feminine odor emanating from her vagina. He loved the smell of it. She moaned and moved her legs wider and wider apart until they formed a perfect V. The moist slit opened up deeper and his tongue went up, up, up, while he mouthed the lips of her vagina, nibbling at the meaty crack gently.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she groaned deep in her throat as his mouth and tongue did their work. She brought her hands up to the ripeness of her lush breasts, clutching them until the nipples stood out like pink, luscious cherries.
"When you're through eating me, suck my nipples, darling," she gasped. He mumbled that he wasn't through eating her yet, that there was a heap of good eating before he concentrated on her nipples and breasts. He made heavy, wet glopping noises with his tongue and mouth, the warm saliva penetrating her panting slit. His tongue, moving deep in her throbbing core, stirred and accentuated her passion.
His tool was erect and quivering, rising so hard and high that his two hairy balls were pulled upwards, too. Her finger stroked his stiffness, then her finger formed a circle with her thumb and slowly slid down the length of his throbbing, hot tool.
"Oooh, let me kiss your tool!" she groaned, beside herself with passion. He moved his body around so that his tool was near her mouth.
She opened her red mouth wide, inclining her head and swallowing the curving tip of his tool. He felt her wet mouth on his penis and shuddered with delight at the tickling sensation, his own mouth busy with her slit. Her clitoris was standing hard and erect now under the constant onslaught of his rough tongue licking away furiously.
Inch by inch, her wet mouth slid down the length of his member, sucking away for dear life. He thought he would perish with the sheer pleasure of her mouth on his tool, and he repaid her efforts with his own mouth and tongue on her slit. Her eyes were close to his balls, which were bouncing with her strenuous sucking, and she could see the hairs on his cubes.
He reluctantly tore his mouth away from between her writhing legs and his tool out of her mouth, not wishing to come just yet. They rested for perhaps five minutes, then he bent low over her, scooping up her breasts one after the other, sucking them with powerful strokes of his mouth, so deep that his cheeks dimpled. He made a few more hungry laps around the quivering tips of her breasts, then pulled his mouth off, trailing a cobweb of warm saliva from his moist lips. Her beautifully manicured fingernails traced the flat, coin shapes of his nipples, teasing the little points until they were hard as pellets.
The tickling sensation was marvelous. Her mouth could work wonders and so could her fingers. He bent down and kissed her toes, then began licking and sucking her toes, deriving special gratification from kissing her big toes, imagining it was a short, thick tool in his own mouth. Her red toenails scratched his mouth but the momentary pain only added to the pleasure. After he got through sucking all ten toes, he mounted her. She reached her hands up and around his neck adoringly.
"Screw me good, darling," she murmured languorously, "Make it last a long time." And her hips rose to meet the challenge of his pronging tool. It slid in deep, so deep that their bodies were like one body instead of two straining, heaving bodies.
His tool dug into her and she responded with little animal cries of rapture, urging him on. He lay down directly on her warm, heaving body, his chest crushing her big breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing and ramming his huge tool in and out, loving the exquisite deliciousness of the sensation. Her nails were digging into his muscular shoulders, and she was moaning and writhing underneath him. For one mad moment, he wondered about the pleasure she was receiving from his tool; was her pleasure the same as the exquisite pleasure he was deriving from shoving it deep into her? what did it feel like to have a vagina and have it penetrated by a penis? what did it feel like to have breasts and have them mauled and kissed and sucked by a man's hot lips? He knew how much pleasure he got out of it when she sucked his nipples; was the pleasure accentuated because women had bigger nipples than men? Well, he would never know.
Then the moment of orgasm was upon them both. His semen spurted into her vagina and the shock of it was too much. It tickled so! He shoved his penis into her vagina as far as it would slide, squeezing her breasts and twiddling her nipples frantically, his eyes closed in ecstasy. She covered his mouth with hot, slavering kisses, gasping and moaning, her legs wrapped around his back straining against it tightly.
Then it was over, and they lay there silent for several minutes.
Barney laughed, and she asked him what he was laughing about.
"I was just thinking-this is the first installment. I'm paying you back on your loan."