Chapter 2

A week later, while having coffee together in an all-night diner after the final show, Babe and Suzy discussed the band's next move up the ladder of success.

"That gig at the Club Cato was a real shot in the arm," Suzy remarked, "but where did it get us? No club dates, no recording contracts ... we still don't even have a manager "

"First of all," said Babe, "that gig got us an audience. Call it a cult following. Secondly, we don't need a manager. At least not at this point. All a manager would do is lock us into one- night stands and sponge off ten percent. Leave thepromotional work to me. Our next step is media exposure to broaden our appeal, make everybody think they've discovered something special."

"And how do you propose to do that?" wondered Suzy.

"Radio."

Suzy looked skeptical. "You aren't still trying to get that demo we did played on the air, are you?"

"WXLV, the Jay Reno Show, prime time."

"Come on, Babe," Suzy scoffed. "Reno won't play it. It's too hot for radio, AM or FM. Every other station in the state turned us down because the lyrics were considered suggestive. Besides, everybody's locked into Top Forty."

"Reno will play it," Babe staunchly predicted. "I can almost guarantee it."

Suzy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Do you know something the rest of us don't know?"

"Just trust me, Suzy," said Babe with a mysterious smile, patting her friend on the hand. "And tell the girls to tune in Reno's show tomorrow night."

The man in the glass booth took one last drag on his cigarette, crushed it in an ashtray and flipped a switch just as the record on the turntable faded out. "Hey, I like that," he told his listeners in his deepest, mellowest broadcasting voice, a cloud of smoke billowing from his mouth. "That was Deep Six with their latest smash, `Show Me No Mercy.' This is your bedroom companion, Jay Reno, gettin' cozy with ya' on WXLV, 93.3 on your FM dial. Comin' up, I've got a music marthon featuring The Tribe, J.C. Tripper, Fly By Night and, by popular demand, the new single from The Boys. But first ... a word from our sponsor . . ."

While the commercial ran on tape, Reno leaned back in his swivel chair, away from the console, and reached into his shirt pocket for another cigarette. He paused when he suddenly noticed the foxy-looking lady smiling at him through the plate glass window. He motioned her to come inside the broadcast booth and when she opened the door, he put his finger to his lips to caution silence.

The commercial over, Reno cued up his first record. "Okay," he announced into the mouthpiece of his headset, "it's nine, seventeen. Let's get into a half an hour of nonstop music right here at your number one radio station, WX ...L. ..V..."

As soon as the song began, Reno switched off his microphone, removed his headset and turned his attention to his attractive visitor. She was dressed in a sheer, pink see-through blouse sans bra, a long black skirt that buttoned up the side, and black leather, high-heeled boots. "Well," Reno grinned, eyeing her thinly-veiled breasts. "Nice to see you again, ah . . . what was your name?"

"Babe," she replied. "Babe McKay." "Right, right. Babe ... what an appropriate name."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mr. Reno," said Babe innocently.

"Call me Jay," he insisted.

Babe flashed a friendly smile. "Tell me, Jay, did you get a chance to listen to the demo I gave you."

"The demo?"

"'I Want It And I Want It Now.'"

Reno stared at her with dull surprise. "I beg your pardon?"

"The name of the song," Babe elaborated. "Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah, I listened to it." "Well? What did you think of it?" asked Babe.

"Great song. The best thing I've heard in ages."

"Then you'll play it on the air?"

"Ah-h ... I'm afraid not," said Reno.

"Why not?"

"It's a little too . . . passionate for radio," Reno explained.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the lyrics are pretty explicit."

"Explicit?"

"I've got the FCC, the PMRC and all the sponsors to worry about," he claimed. "They'd throw a fit if I played something that raw on the air."

"Oh, come on," Babe scoffed. "The lyrics are well within the boundaries of local standards. It's just a matter of interpretation. Sure, there are plenty of double entendres, but all the great rock songs have them."

"Yeah, well ... I'm afraid I left your demo at home," said Reno, grasping for excuses.

"That's okay," Babe replied, reaching into her handbag. "I have another copy right here."

"You're certainly a determined young woman, aren't you?" Reno remarked, accepting the record.

"Very. "

"Look, I wish I could bend the rules for you, but..."

"I'll make it worth your while," Babe offered.

Reno raised his hands. "Hey ... I don't take payola."

"Of course you don't. I was thinking of something of a more .... intimate nature."

Her proposition piqued Reno's interest. "Oh? Where and when?"

"Here and now," she boldly suggested. "In the booth?"

"Off mike. While you play the record. We are alone, aren't we?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"You only have to play it once." "Only once?"

"Unless, of course, you're flooded with requests for an encore."

"Which is unlikely."

Babe shrugged. "You never know. What do you say? Is it a deal?"

Reno scrutinized her breasts through the sheer blouse. "You won't breathe a word of it, will you?"

"Not a single soul," Babe promised, crossing her heart.

Reno swallowed hard. The record on the air was fading out. He clicked on his mike. "We interrupt this music marathon," he announced, "to bring you a special recording we just got our hands on. It's a single by a local band that calls itself Babe. I think you're going to enjoy this. It's called, `I Want It And I Want It Now.' A world premiere, right here, on the place to be . .

WXLV..."

As Candy's spirited drumbeat began to pound over the airwaves, followed by Suzy's bass and Kiki's guitar, Babe sashayed toward the accommodating disk jockey. "I think you're going to enjoy this," she predicted with a sultry smile.

Reno sat up straight in his chair and Babe slid onto his lap. "I'm a present," she said. "Unwrap me."

"I want it ... and I want it now. .. " went the song. "I need it ... got to get it somehow. .. "

While the record was spinning, Reno was slowly stripping her. He started by unbuttoning her blouse and sliding his hands inside to cup her full, firm breasts. Babe's nipples automatically sprouted at the mere touch of his skin, protruding through his fingers as he gently massaged her tits. He lifted her boobs to his lips and swabbed her jutting pink buttons with his nimble tongue. Instantly tantalized, Babe bit her lip and cradled his head in her bosom.

As Reno lusciously sucked her tits, he began unfastening the skirt, peeling away the garment that cloaked her shapely legs. He was pleased to discover that she wore nothing beneath the skirt but a black garter belt and sheer nylon stockings. He ran his hand over her soft and silky thighs, then stroked her fluffy bush before plunging his middle finger deep into her warm, moist slit.

Babe gasped as he tugged on her nipples with his lips and probed her tight tunnel with his stiff finger. Babe squirmed as Reno intimately penetrated her. With a shrug her blouse slid down her arms and fell to the floor. She then set about the task of undressing Reno. She unbuttoned his shirt and raked his hairy chest with her fingernails, sending chills through his body. Reno retaliated by rubbing her clit with his thumb while his middle finger continued to pump in and out of her saucy slot. Babe whimpered with pleasure and tried to close her legs, but Reno's hands remained firmly wedged in her crotch, stirring her love juices and inflaming her passion.

She pressed her lips against his chest and began licking his thickly-matted flesh. Reno relented his grip on her pussy, allowing her to slide off his lap and kneel between his legs.

Babe's tongue wandered down to his belly as she hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

Reno rose to his feet and let his pants fall to his knees. His briefs barely concealed his bulging cock which Babe gently stroked and squeezed. Finally, she tugged down his underwear and Reno's rigid rod sprang like a switchblade in her face.

Extending her long, wet tongue, Babe tenderly tickled his testicles. Reno's dick throbbed with anticipation, flexing uncontrollably as she toyed with his dangling balls. Then, as she caressed his trembling thighs with her soft hands, Babe lusciously lapped his looming lance, sliding her drooling, pink tongue up and down his shaft and twirling the tip around its plump head.

Then, while Reno held her head between his hands, Babe proceeded to give the DJ a BJ, feasting on his firm phallus while the record provided a suitable soundtrack for their lustful interlude: "Don't care where it comes from, As long as there's enough, I got a sweet tooth, baby, For you candy cane of love.

I said, I want it ... and I want it now,I need it ... gotta get it somehow. "

While Reno forced his passion pole down Babe's throat, she held his flexing buttocks in her hands and clawed his ass with her fingernails. "Ah-h-h..." he moaned as his hips rocked back and forth, driving his slick dick in and out of her sucking mouth. Every so often he'd roll his rod around and around her tongue, grinding his crotch into her submissive face, then piercing her tight lips to shove his shaft deeper into her gulping gullet. "Suck it, baby!" he gleefully commanded. "Suck my big dick! Mmm! Yeah!"

Babe swayed her head back and forth, devouring every inch of his jutting manhood, immersing his taut tool in the warm, wet orifice that was her mouth. She sucked him slowly, she sucked him fast, she sucked him deeper and harder than anyone had ever sucked him before.

But just when Reno was getting ready to fire his hot pistol, he heard the record fading out. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, reluctantly withdrawing his cock and stumbling to the console. Thinking fast, he jammed a tape into a slot and pressed a button.

"Instant repla-a-a-a-y-y-y . . ." belched a robot-like voice and Reno played the record again from the very beginning.

"There now," he smiled, lifting one leg at a time to remove his pants. He turned to Babe.

"Where were we?"

She stood up and walked over to the console. Then she hopped onto Reno's desk and spread her stockinged legs. "I have a request for my DJ," she said with a playful grin.

"What's it called?" Reno chuckled.

"Fuck me," she replied.

Reno glanced at her inviting cunt, then muttered slyly, "I'll try to fit it in."

As Reno stepped between her parted thighs, Babe guided his stiff prick between the moist, pink lips of her throbbing pussy. Once he had penetrated her narrow slit, Reno plunged his prong deep into her tight, tantalizing twat. Babe wrapped her legs around his waist to absorb the full magnitude of his magnificent manhood.

Overwhelmed with passion, Reno grasped the cheeks of her ass and lifted Babe off the desk. Impaled on his long lance, she clung to his neck as he bounced her up and down, fucking her in mid-air. Babe wailed with delight as she rode his greasy pole, lunging up and sliding down again and again.

Then Reno set her down on a narrow ledge against a plate of glass between the broadcast booth and an outside corridor. As Reno skewered Babe's saturated snatch, her bare back and buttocks pressed against the thick, transparent pane. He kept slamming into her to the driving beat of the record: "You've got the kind of muscle I've been longing for, When you put it to me boy, It makes me beg for more. I want it ... and I want it now, I need it ... gotta get it somehow ... "

As Reno was ramming his tool into Babe's juicy crack, his replacement, "Slim," Jim Joplin walked into the station earlier than usual. He was walking down the hall past the broadcast booth and happened to glance at the window. He did a double-take and stopped dead in his tracks. He gaped at the naked woman who didn't notice him because her back was turned and he waved until he caught Reno's attention.

Without missing a stroke, Reno gave him a thumbs up sign and went right on fucking Babe. Rather than leave, Joplin stood there and watched, intrigued and aroused. Finally, Reno withdrew from Babe's hot box and forced her to turn around. Kneeling on the ledge with the front of her body pressed against the glass, Babe shuddered with ecstasy as Reno penetrated her pussy from behind. Moments later, with her favorite DJ prodding her succulent socket with his riveting prick, Babe opened her eyes and was startled to see "Slim" Jim standing right before her. But instead of covering herself or running away in shame, Babe found herself curiously titillated. She decided to incorporate Joplin in a most unusual menage a trois. Babe pressed her tits against the glass and beckoned him forward.

At first, Joplin merely gazed at her in astonishment. His voyeurism aroused Babe even more. Judging by the enormous bulge in his pants, he was equally tantalized by the situation. Timidly, he reached out and touched the spot on the glass where Babe's right nipple rested. He traced circles around her flaming red areolas and flattened his palms to cover her boobs.

Babe licked the glass with her tongue, encouraging Joplin to move closer. They pressed their lips against the glass as if to kiss and placed the tips of their tongues at the same spot. Then Joplin bent down to lick her breasts, never actually touching her flesh, but thrilling Babe and himself just the same. He wandered lower and lower, until he was on his knees, lapping the glass where Babe seemed to press her crotch against his face. He got a close-up view of Reno's cock as it pumped itself in and out of her gaping pussy. Horny as all hell, Joplin straightened up, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants.

Babe's eyes widened with admiration as Joplin's enormous organ rose like a drawbridge. She bent down, thrusting her rump against Reno's hairy belly and sliding her cunt all the way down his embedded shaft. Joplin pressed his cock against the windowpane and watched as Babe ran her tongue up and down the transparent barrier. It appeared as if she was licking his prick. In fact, Joplin could almost feel it. He groaned ecstatically as Babe's lapping tongue squeaked against the glass.

Spurred on by this kinky spectacle, Reno clutched Babe's garter straps and screwed her hot honey pot with the speed and force of a jackhammer. The sound of the records's grinding guitar punctuated his savage, staccato thrusts as he and Babe surged toward an incredible orgasm. He plundered her pussy with all the power he possessed, jabbing and stabbing her luscious love hole until both of them howled with pleasure.

Just as Reno filled Babe's quivering twat with his creamy load, Joplin ejaculated, splattering the window with his manly ooze. The three of them not only came together, but they came at the climax of the record. As the song faded out, Reno withdrew from Babe's throbbing cunt and staggered to the console.

"Whew!" he exclaimed on the air. "That song," he panted, "left me ... breathless! Let's get back to ... the music marathon while I ... I recover."

After making the announcement and cuing the tapes, Reno turned around to gather his clothing and was surprised to see that Babe had disappeared. While the disk jockey slipped into his pants, Joplin trudged into the booth, trying to buckle his belt.

"Where's the girl?" asked Reno.

"Gone," said Joplin. "She just grabbed her clothes and ran out of the studio. Who was she, anyway? I wanted to thank her."

"Just some slut trying to get a little airplay," Reno cynically replied.

"Well, she sure knew who to turn to," Joplin remarked.

"Look who's talking. She got you off without putting a finger on you. By the way, would you mind wiping that stain off the glass."

Joplin pointed to the console. "Hey, look. The phone lines are all lit up."

Reno pressed down one of the six flashing buttons and lifted the telephone receiver. "Hello, WXLV ... That last record? It's called `I Want It And I Want It Now' by Babe. Sure, I'll play it again a little later in the show. Right."

He pressed down another button. "WXLV . .

You want to hear the Babe record again? We already played it twice . . . Okay, okay. We'll play it again later ... Yeah, I promise."

Each time Reno switched to another line, the line he had just answered lit up again. "WXLV ... You want to hear `I Want It And I Want It Now' and you want to hear it now? Whatever you say, pal."

The calls kept coming and every single one was a request for Babe's record.

"Do you believe this?" Joplin marveled. "You've created a monster."

"A monster hit," Reno replied. "I've got to get a hold of that chick."

"You already did," quipped Joplin. "She's gonna' go a long way." "She already has."

Reno cast a contemptuous scowl at his colleague. "Hey, Joplin. Save the puns for your own damn show."