Chapter 1
Janet Fleming was having second thoughts about the new career she was contemplating. If it hadn't been for that lesbian birch, Sherille Bostwick, Janet would not be standing bare-assed in front of a lewdly ogling man.
She wasn't certain yet whether she was thankful to her former coworker, Patricia Sayres, for setting up this interview.
Janet could feel his rapacious eyes digging into her hemispherical tits. Dwelling on the half dollar sized areolae, his eyes narrowed in salacious appraisal. She watched him survey the rest of her physical attributes.
He took a quick glance at her flared hips and her shapely legs. The eyes returned to her flattened stomach and the slight inward curve of her pubes.
"I see you're a natural redhead," he remarked. "You have the collar and muff to match!" A ribald chuckle followed.
She wanted to grab her clothes and leave. Patricia had warned her what to expect. If it wasn't for the fact she needed a job and the pay was good, Janet would still be looking somewhere else.
"This Angelo Rodato will give you a square deal," Patricia had told her. "But you better be prepared to cooperate if you want to make it with him!"
"I'm glad you approve!" she said with a hint of sarcasm; "Well, do I get the job or don't I?"
"You got the built all right! The real merchandise! You unnerstan' what the job is all about?" he asked.
"Yes, Angelo!" she sighed in annoyed impatience. "I stand on this turntable and whenever I pass a spot where a guy looks at me, I flash a big smile and wiggle my hips at him."
"Yeh! That's it! You push your pussy up against the glass wall and give it a coupla sexy twists," Angelo added. "Just a coupla more things and we can close the deal. First, I wantcha to do a sexy dance for me. That's important!"
He pushed a cartridge into a tape player. Middle Eastern music filled the room. Hell, she thought! I'm no belly dancer! What the hell!I'll give it my best shot!
Janet swung her hips in her interpretation of the dance. She held her hands above her head, causing her tits to rise in a provocative thrust. Her hips squirmed and undulated in teasing twists. The twin succulent globes gyrated in their own erotic dance.
She watched Angelo's reaction to her dancing. His eyes were wide open in lascivious approval. Her initial reaction to the minor mortification she was experiencing disappeared. As she swung her body to and fro in a wanton exhibition, a strange elation excited her.
Janet could sense the lustful excitement filling Angelo's senses. His attention was riveted to her luxuriant fleshy gourds as they bounced in tantalizing quivers. Well, she would give him something else to drool over!
Her hands dropped down to her hips. She stood in place, undulating her hips, slowly gyrating them in obscene movements. Every movement was intended to have some significant nuance. Janet's hands fluttered over her body in wanton search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she gently rubbed her hands along her thighs. She bowed slightly at the waist, bringing her hands down to the knees. This made her tits dangle a little, accentuating their erotic appearance.
Slowly, in a zig-zag fashion, Janet brought her hands upward. Her legs were apart, knees slightly bent. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the thick, puffy, labial exterior of her snatch.
With effective showmanship, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. Janet drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her twat. A grunt of lustful approval escaped Angelo's throat.
Tauntingly, she moved her hips forward, back, in rotation; her parted slit beckoning, calling to him like some lorelei. She was pleased with herself.
She had a smug feeling of superiority. Janet had never performed such a salacious dance before. And in the nude! Her sensual cavorting had aroused lustful thoughts in her audience. Angelo was disrobing! Her own erotic desires had been provoked by the act.
Janet stared on the fiery stiff flesh that protruded from his loins. Before he mentioned it, she knew what was going to happen next. Under normal circumstances, she would not willingly submit to a fuck. This wasn't a normal situation!
She was trying to get a job that would pay her forty ' illars a day, off the books. At some other time, she wouldn't give Angelo a second look! He was fat, sloppy, and vulgar! Her sensual demonstration had incited her carnal inclinations. She was ready to compromise her position.
Angelo stroked his cock in slow caressing strokes. "Oh, baby! You look like a real hot piece! I'll bet ya fuck like a mink!"
A self-satisfied smile spread across her face. "Try me and see!" she challenged.
"C'mere!" he ordered. "Turn around and bend over. I'm gonna fuck ya doggie-style!"
Janet assumed the position he ordered. A strange exhileration came over her. Being fucked by Angelo shouldn't be exciting her but it was!
She felt his knuckles against her thighs as he fitted his cockhead to her red hairy slit. The snub nosed tip nestled between her cunt lips. He pushed inward. Her pussy was partially moist. With the absence of full lubrication of her snatch, Angelo's prick had a slight resistance to his penile penetration.
Janet felt the rough friction of the thick hard cock moving into her cuntal canal. An abbreviated gasp escaped her lips as she felt his full hard impaction.
Angelo grabbed her hips for purchase when his hard-on was halfway into her quim. He pulled her towards him, shoving his hips'forward in a violent thrust. He jammed his cock deep, burying it into her snug hole.
The rough bristles of his pubic hairs scraped against the soft flesh of her callipygian buns. Currents of thrilling erotic electricity radiated through her cunt like incandescent tentacles. There was no point in fighting any moral conviction. Janet found this carnal contact erotically exhilerating. She wasn't interested in the right or wrong of the act; only the sensual satisfaction derived from it.
Angelo reached around her and captured the coral studded tips of her boobs. He squeezed and manipulated the tips in a milking motion. She felt the dusky red nipples stiffen under his tactile teasing.
Her twat was stuffed with his thick cock. His groin was curved in a tight weld to her ample cushiony buttocks. Angelo grounded his hips in a sinuous twist, letting his cock abrade the sentient pliant muscles of her snug fitting snatch.
Janet's pussy was sweating from the sensual arousal. She could feel the friction of Angelo's cock heating up her cunt.
In her limited sexual encounters, she had never experienced this position. Somehow, the stiff shaft of flesh had a deeper penetration and lent a more stimulating contact to the act.
With her ass cheeks pressed tightly against his groin, Janet moved her hips in tandem with his grinding gyrations.
Her movements acted as an invitation for Angelo to start fucking her. He started to stoke her venereal furnace. His prick began a partial gradual withdrawal. Using the same deliberate motion, Angelo pushed his cock back into the constrictive confines of her snatch.
Janet emitted a humming exclamation of approval. "Hmmmmm!" Her body quivered as the sound rumbled through her chest.
The hard shaft of flesh came half way out of its veneral confines and slammed back into the hole with a quick thrust. She felt the cockhead strike her cuntal wall with a force of authority behind it.
Each time his prick struck her sentient twat, Janet thrilled to the touch. Angelo knew how to use his cock! This was no wham-bam-thank you ma'm fuck! In her opinion, he was a coarse person. It didn't affect his fucking ability. She had met guys with better manners who lacked Angelo's sexual skill. None of them had Angelo's penile skill.
He continued to piston his dick in measured thrusts. She squirmed and undulated her hips in a sinuous grind. Her wanton response was due to the lascivious stirrings created by the probing cock.
Angelo maintained the unhurried cadence of his coital thrusts. The prong probing her pussy increased the rhythm of its thrusts. Angelo quickened the tempo. His cock shuttled with faster strokes. She felt his balls flailing the inside of a thigh in gentle taps.
She was certain he was about to come. Instead, he slowed down and returned to the deliberate cadence of a slow fuck.
His hands continued to maul her tits. She felt the rough squeezes and ignored the slight discomfort. Janet was too busy enjoying the erotic stimulation of Angelo's prick.
His leisurely prodding of her snatch afforded her the opportunity of responding to the frictioning cock. The glowing pulsations of an orgasm throbbed within her bowels. An inflammation of erotic passion grew inside her quim. She wanted Angelo to fuck her with more vigor to release the throbbing beat.
"Ohhh!" she groaned. "Fuck me harder, faster!" she urged him. "I can feel myself coming! Do it, do it!"
At her exhortation, Angelo pumped his cock faster. He accelerated the driving thrusts, pushing harder and deeper into her steaming coosy. His fleshy battering ram struck again and again into her cuntal wall. She answered his movements with her own complimentary wriggles of her ass.
Janet's cunt was ready to burst with the orgasm dammed up in it. His cock abraded the moist wall lining of her snatch. It was like a match striking the sandpaper on a matchbook! The friction ignited his prick. Janet felt the spasms begin, heralding the onset of climax. Angelo made a series of frenzied penile jabs just before the first spurt rocketed into her cunt. He made one final hard thrust. Splat! Splat! Splat! Each burst of come splattered onto her cuntal wall. As the individual globs struck her sensitive cuntal muscles, she felt a kind of lustful intoxication.
The final thrust Angelo had made was a momentary pause. As the thick milky come jetted out of his prick, he began to pump his prick at a frenzied tempo.
Janet emitted a groan of sensual pleasure as her own orgasm erupted. "Ahhrrr!" she exclaimed in ecstatic delight. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
She rocked her hips back and forth in tandem with the thrusting tube. She was aware of his prick softening in her damp hole. He removed his prick. A residue of their mutual come dribbled out as he unplugged her twat.
Angelo gave her a gentle pat on her asscheeks. "You could make more money hustling ass, baby!" he said. "How about it? I can fix ya up real good! It's better than having a bunch of horny guys peeping atcha!"
"No thanks! I'll take my chances with the peepshow," she answered. "When can I start?"
"Ya start tomorrow! Here's the address. You report to Lenny. He'll tell you what to do!"
Janet took the piece of paper and dressed. After she left the office, she reflected about the interview for her new job. It was something she had hoped to avoid. Working for Angelo was a cut above prostitution. She had already compromised herself by putting out for him. A mischievous grin spread across her face. Being fucked by Angelo wasn't that bad! At least she had a decent orgasm out of it!
The following day, she returned to the address Angelo had given her. Sandwiched between a movie house and a bookstore was her new place of employment. Both establishments catered to the porno trade. She walked up a dirty flight of stairs and found the office.
A tall pock-faced man answered her querying greeting. "Lenny?"
"Len! You must be the new girl. Come on, I'll show ya where to hang your clothes and where the rig is," he said.
She followed him into a small room with a half a dozen locker closets. A mixture of offensive odors filled her nostrils. There was a long wooden bench in front of the lockers. Janet undressed and placed her clothing and bag in the locker. Lenny led her to a door.
Two girls were standing on a slow moving turntable. A glass partition was in front of them. From time to time, a small square opened in back of the glass partition. Janet couldn't see any faces. The small aperture was filled with someone's eyes peering into it. From where she stood, she couldn't make out distinct features. She only knew some horny bastard was looking in.
"Okay, Linda!" Lenny announced. "You can take a break. Got a second team going in for ya!"
A tall willowy blonde with pendulous tits turned around. As the turntable brought her to the door, she stepped off. She smiled at Janet. "It's all yours, honey! Enjoy yourself!"
Janet stepped onto the moving platform. "Remember! Shove that pussy up against the glass and wriggle it!" Lenny reminded her. "That's what these schmucks are paying for!"
She looked over at the other girl on the platform. Janet smiled and said, "Hi! How's it going?"
The other girl gave an indifferent shrug. "It's a living!"
Janet's attempt to make friendly overtures were rebuffed. Fuck her! Janet thought. I didn't ask her to marry me. Just to be friendly.
An aperture opened up and she could see someone peering at her. She rubbed her snatch up against the glass partition. In a fit of wanton whimsy, Janet inserted fingers into her twat, spreading them apart. A grin emphasized her waggish gesture. Under other circumstances, Janet would find displaying her body in this vulgar exhibition repulsive to her nature. For some unexplained reason, she found this situation a big joke.
She rode around for a half hour, showing off her cunt whenever an opening showed in front of her. The door she entered, opened, Four nude men joined the two women on the turntable. Two approached her and the other two men joined her partner.
Janet looked up surprised at her visitors. "It's show time!" one of the men announced. "Let's go, baby!"
She started to protest. The two men were pushing her down onto the floor of the platform. Janet began to struggle but they overpowered her Before she knew it, one man had placed himself inside her thighs. His prick entered her cunt, impaling her. The other man knelt above her chest. His knees pressed into her shoulders. She looked up to see his heavy cock poised over face.
He held the cock near the base and shook it in her face. "Eat it!" he demanded.
Janet had never given head and she wasn't about to now! "Eat it yourself!" she snapped. "Let me go before I start yelling rape!" she threatened.
"Hey, Joe! Convince this bitch to cooperate!" the man with the cock in her face said.
Janet felt the body between her legs shift a little. A scream of pain tore from her throat. Joe had reached out and grabbed a tit nipple and pinched it viciously.
"That should soften her up, Mickey!" her tormentor said.
Mickey shook his prick in her face. "Start sucking, honey! Make it good!"
Tears of pain blurred her vision. She stared at the penile Cyclops. The ruby bullet-nosed head dotted with the small peehole.
Mickey pushed his prick closer to her lips. With a grimace of reluctance, Janet opened her mouth and admitted the cock. She closed her lips over the tumescent tube.
The taste of the hard flesh resting between her lips surprised her. She expected a terrible taste. Instead, she found it palatable. Closing her eyes, not in blissful contemplation, but to shut out the spectre of sucking cock, Janet licked at the imprisoned flesh.
Her tongue rolled about the crown of the shaft in hesitant licks. She looked up to see Mickey staring down at her in lustful contemplation. Janet had a vague idea of how to suck cocks. She kept her tongue sliding over the absorbed prick.
Between her thighs, Joe was pumping his prick in rapid strokes. It didn't compare to Angelo's style. Any moment, she expected Joe to shoot his load. This show was for the benefit of the horny bastards dumping their quarters into the coin boxes. It was going to be a quickie at the rate Joe was going! Janet didn't expect his staying powers.
The insertion of the cock into her dry twat was a rough penetration. Her cunt walls began to sweat from the frictioning heat created by the pistoning prick.
She found it difficult to ignore the erotic friction of the cock scraping against her cuntal flesh. Her hips rocked in cadence with Joe's thrusts. Janet responded to the sensual stimulation.
This was a flagrant act of rape. Had she been told this was a part of the job, she would have given it consideration. Janet had submitted to sex with Angelo. Given an alternative in this situation, her choice would be the same. Submit! No one had given her that choice!
Her chagrin was subdued by the erotic tantalizing of her pussy. She couldn't resist the sensual scraping of a cock along her cuntal walls. That stiff piece of flesh was inducing a feeling of sensual well-being. She savored the subtle sensuality of Joe's pumping prong. The forceful bump of his pelvis pounded into the vee of her crotch. With immoral abandon, she matched his fucking movements.
In spite of the weight on her chest, Janet managed to buck her hips in frenzied coital thrusts. Her ass bounced against the dirty carpeting that covered the floor of the platform. All that mattered was the gratification of the lascivious turbulence brewing into a storm within her erogenous hole. She breathed deeply in ecstatic exhileration.
Her tongue continued to lavish strong sweeps over the imprisoned cock in her mouth. Janet licked the vibrant hard-on as though it was a candy cane.
She knew there was more to sucking cock than just licking on it. For the moment, it would have to do! If they guy didn't like it, he could do it himself! This wasn't a part of the deal when she was hired! Although, at this point, she considered the fucking a fringe benefit!
That guy plowing her cunt was a machine! His stamina seemed endless. A carnal exhileration pervaded her senses. Deep within her vagina, paroxysms of an orgasm throbbed, building up to the violent climax she expected.
Her hips rocked in frenzied thrusts as the orgasm exploded in her quim. She wanted to cry out in elated sexual pleasure. Mickey was holding her chin and fucking her mouth in quick thrusts. He bounced up and down on her tits. At least this part of her ordeal would be over soon. Janet's concern was about ingesting the thick flow of come.
The next moment was unexpected! Mickey withdrew his prick from her mouth in a quick withdrawal. She watched as he curled his fingers about his cock reddened from the heat of her oral forge. His hand pumped in rapid strokes. He pumped his hips as he fucked his fist.
Her eyes widened in surprised fascination as the globs of milky come spurted out. Mickey raised his body a few inches off her chest. The warm sticky come struck her tits. Some of the discharge reached her chin and cheek.
Joe pulled his prick out of her snatch. Janet peered past the open vee of Mickey's thighs. Joe was doing the same thing! He pulled at his prong with frantic tugs. A chalky flood of come skidded across her stomach. What a waste of good come, she thought! She couldn't understand spraying her with their come.
It was a disgusting and degrading act. The warm glutinous substance on her body cooled off. It was sticky and uncomfortable now. Janet felt a feeling of loathing for these two who had attacked her.
"You give a lousy blow job!" Mickey remarked as he stood up. "If you got the time tonight, I could give you lessons!"
"Fine!" she snapped back. "And if I'm not there, you can start without me!"
The two men laughed. "It's all part of the job," Joe said. He held out his hand. "No hard feelings?"
"Oh ... oh, go play with yourself!" Janet shouted back in flustered anger.
She stood up. As the turntable neared the exit door, she stormed out. She needed a job badly but she was damned it she would keep this one! The cold sticky come on her body made her uncomfortable adding to her irritation.
Lenny met her in the locker room. He tossed a towel at her. "Here! Wipe yourself off! How did you like your first day at work?"
Taking the towel, she rubbed herself briskly with the towel. Janet hoped she could rub out the obscene defilement of her body.
"You can keep your disgusting job! Just pay me for the time I've worked. I quit!" she said.
She dressed hurriedly, wanting to get as far away from this disgusting place as possible.
"Too bad you feel that way, honey! I had great plans for you. Here! Here's ten bucks! And that's overpaying ya since you only worked about a half an hour!"
Janet took the bill and pushed it into her pocketbook and left.
The entire incident had unnerved her. Janet's body shook with indignation. She walked over to a coffee shop a block away.
Damn, she thought! That's all everyone wants from me, my body! What a bunch of animals!
She opened her bag to pay for the coffee. Her body shook from the frightening discovery. Gone! All the money she had in the purse was gone! She had forty dollars in bills and about a dollar and a half in change with two subway tokens. The only money she had was the ten dollars Lenny had given her!
Those dirty bastards! They had taken her money while she was on the turntable!
She contemplated going back with the police and preferring charges against them. Her body trembled With agitation. She tried to think clearly. There was no way she could prove they took her money. They had really given her a fucking!
"Take her coffee out of this and bring me a cup!" a male voice said. Janet saw a dollar bill flutter onto the counter. She turned to look at the voice sitting alongside of her.
He was a tall heavy-set amn. The thinning hair added years to his young face. Light grey eyes smiled at her.
"My name's Harvey Kelley! That's Kelly with an e! I caught your act over at Lenny's place. You look like a sharp kid so I'll lay my cards on the table. I'm honest with all my girls! I'm a pimp!"
He kept his eyes on her face for some reaction. "You don't seemed surprised. Good! I want to make you one of my in-laws. The pay is good! The hours are good! And I treat my women well!"
Janet was stunned by his approach. She had heard and read about the different ways girls were recruited as whores. This was not the usual way. This was an open solicitation with no frills of subterfuge.
"What makes you think I want to be a prostitute?"
He chuckled. "Well, if you took a job at Lenny's, you needed the money. Knowing the way Lenny words, you still need money! C'mon! Finish your coffee and we'll grab a cab to your place and get your things. For the time being, you'll move into my place."
She took a liking to him. He was polite and considerate. There was an air of authority about him. He took charge in a sort of sympathetic manner. Not too bossy! At least, he laid his cards on the table! None of this other bullshit she had to put up with!
He watched her hesitantly making a decision.
Harvey smiled at her. "I have a medical plan, pension plan, and other fringe benefits for my girls.
The only difference between working for me and some nine to five job is that you know when you're getting fucked. At least getting fucked when you're hooking is better than being fucked in order to keep your other job!"
Janet tossed her shoulders in an expressive shrug. "What the hell! If I have to give it away, I might as well get paid for it."
He nodded. "That's the attitude I like to see my girls have. You and I are going to get along fine!"