Chapter 11

"Oh, no," Rod moaned, rolling off the girl, the virgin girl, whom he'd all but raped to unconsciousness.

Fists on her hips as she spoke, Beverly towered over him as she said, "What the hell do you mean, not telling me about her?"

"I couldn't help it," said Rod, too exhausted, too paralyzed to move from his naked, supine place on the floor. "Didn't expect it to go this far. Drunk," he said, waving his hand in the direction of the bar, with its scotch and its vodka and its grapefruit juice.

Beverly stalked over to it and poured herself a big scotch, knocked half of it back as she continued to glare at the panting, spent Rod Hanratty. Bobby was attending to the girl, rubbing her wrists in Boy Scout fashion, as Beverly stalked back to Rod.

"What are you running, a stable?" she said. "Why didn't you tell me I had to compete with her?" said she, gesturing disdainfully at the girl, spilling some scotch on her, then taking another drink of it before she went on. "Why didn't you tell me you were running auditions for lingerie models, dammit? I wouldn't have held myself back?"

"Huh?" said Rod. "Held yourself . . . back?"

"Sure!" she said, and; setting her drink aside, she hiked up her skirt and shucked down her panties. "Why didn't you tell me you liked eating pussy? Christ sake, that's my thing."

"Do I understand you right?" said Rod, still befogged by the booze and the beauty he'd partaken of, and struggling to sit up to clear his head.

"Yeah, I understand you," said Beverly. "And you understand this," she said, and spread out enormous fat cuntlips, and extruded a stunning big clit.

Its smell was rank. So much so that Rod recoiled back from it, then immediately leaning back.

At the first taste of it he was hooked. It wasn't as creamy as Linda's, and it definitely wasn't as firm and small. But who wanted creaminess in place of this wonderfully slippery nectar that was the triple distillation of what he'd gorged on in Linda's little cunt. And who wanted a cunt that was little and firm when he had a cock that was getting as large as Rod's was getting? And who wanted a clit so skimpy and sensitive its licking made the kid cum far too soon. "Mm. Not bad," he said, and got up on his knees to taste more of it.

Bobby, frowning at this lack of interest both Beverly and Mr. Hanratty had in poor Linda, was helping her to her feet. He was helping her to stagger to a place behind the bar where he could reach some water for her more easily and where she wouldn't be disturbed by what they were doing. There on the floor behind Mr. Hanratty's bar, he worked off her gloves and her hose, the better to ease her as she slept. She sure did have a nice young body on her.

"Not bad?" said Beverly, rotating her clit between Rod's lips, much in the same way she'd rotated her tits when she was a topless dancer, sensuously and slowly, getting full pleasure from it herself. "It's damn good and you know it, and I can tell by the way you do it just how good it is."

"Mm-hm," said Rod, nodding, nodding, licking, sucking on cunt that was in its prime.

"Are you going to bring my personal management contract along the same time you bring hers?" she said, as his sucking and licking, more and more voracious, started her love juice flowing down her inner thighs.

"Mm-hm," he nodded, still sucking, and Beverly started to cum.

"Personal contract!" she said, holding his head by its hair, and grinding her clit against that mouth that so far excelled any other's mouth she'd ever known.

Rod wrenched his mouth from Beverly's beautiful and beautifully convulsing cunt, dragged her down beside him and mashed it hard against her mouth. While they were kissing, sucking on each others' tongues, their hands were fumbling to fit his big cock inside her. And when it was fit, he backed off to say, "We'll incorporate you." And Beverly started to cum in earnest.

Rod started cumming as well. His balls, utterly empty just minutes before, found a new wellspring of jism to pour and spurt in heavy gouts up the cunt of this ex-con shop girl. He couldn't have stopped it if he'd tried. He was as enthralled by the sharply intense pleasure as she was as together they humped and screwed, heaved at each other and sweated, and grunted more words that drove them both on. "Centerfold girl," said Beverly. "Centerfold photog," said Rod. "TV!"

"Hollywood."

"New York!"

"Paris!" cried Rod, and Beverly took up the call, and both of those people, so deeply joined, shouted it over and over in this, their moment of climax.

"Is somebody . . . going on a trip?" said Linda from behind the bar, just waking up to the most delicious of feelings.

"I guess so," Bobby said. He was lying on top of Linda, between her legs, considerately relieving her of the burden of the weight of his body as he soaked his stiff prick in Linda's cunt. He was as naked as she, and he didn't know why. For some reason, just after he'd removed Linda's gloves and stockings, he'd felt compelled to undress as well. And then, just as naturally, it seemed, he'd been just as compelled to see how his prick felt in Linda's cunt. And it did feel good. "They're talking about modeling, or something," Bobby explained, and Linda reacted to this.

"I'm going to model for a living!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms and legs about Bobby's naked body in her exuberance, and feeling just wonderfully good. "Paris!" she said, all in motion. "And

New York and Hollywood, too! I'm so excited I could . . . Oh! OH! OH!" she said, hugging Bobby wonderfully hard, so hard that they both felt the wonder of it.

They were in ecstasy, those two kids, and the ecstasy paused for only a moment as Linda drew back her lovely, shining face to say, "And you were the one to share it with me like this. You were the one to make me feel so very good! I've noticed you by my lunch truck. I've wondered about you. Oh-h-h-h-h-, you made me feel so good! If only you could come with us to Hollywood, and New York, and France. If only you could come with me!" she said, with her whole lovely body.

And Bobby said, "I can!"

And from across the room, on the other side of the bar, Beverly was saying, "What do you think of a centerfold layout of Linda, nude, with her truck?"

And Rod thought for only a little while before replying, "I could teach you to use the camera. I'd be busy on the front seat of the truck with her."

"Yes, and Bobby could hold the lights."