Chapter 4
It had turned out to be a long night for Joy. She had not gotten to bed until way past one in the morning.
Jimmy had fucked her more than she had been fucked in one night in a long time. When she had started dating again, several months after the untimely death of her husband, she had gone on a spree and fucked her head off, but that had been several years earlier.
She didn't consider herself old at thirty-three, but she wasn't up to many nights in a row such as she'd had last night. That's what she got for seducing the youngster. All that pep and vitality was hard to handle.
She didn't know if the fact that he was a virgin had anything to do with it, but she suspected it did. He had so much desire, not to mention cum, built up in him that he wanted to get it all out in one night.
It had been fun, though. The fact that he was so young didn't bother her the way she had suspected it would. David was five years younger than she, after all, so it wasn't as if she hadn't already come to grips with fucking a man younger than herself.
She wasn't going to establish any sort of permanent relationship with Jimmy. It was strictly a one-night stand. At least that's what she intended. She might have trouble convincing Jimmy of that, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. If he didn't become too persistent, she would give him an occasional opportunity to get in her pussy again. And her mouth. And maybe even her ass.
She had smiled at the remembrance of his reaction to having her ass. Some men go all their lives without finding a woman who would let them fuck her up the ass. Others wouldn't do it even if the woman begged them to. She had even met one man who didn't want her to suck his cock and who wouldn't eat her pussy.
That had been only a partial one-night stand. Such a prudish attitude turned her off. Totally. She had jacked the guy off and left him with a surprised look on his face. She had thought of just walking out on him, but decided that wouldn't be fair after he had gotten so worked up. She had used her vibrator for a long time that night.
Jimmy had either read a lot or something. He hadn't hesitated to use her ass when she offered it. And used it well! To her surprise, he had been just gentle enough not to hurt her, but not so gentle she hadn't enjoyed having him fuck her there.
Funny, she had never offered her ass to David and he had never broached the subject with her. That was something she would have to explore. She didn't want a steady diet of that, but once in a while was fun.
Joy spent the day in her office at home, getting far enough ahead in her work that she could take a long weekend and visit her Aunt Laura. She ate a light dinner, bathed and left to call on a new client who wanted to talk to her about doing his bookkeeping and secretarial work. One she could see only at night for some odd reason.
"This is a private club," Tom Cook explained. "I have to be sure everything is kept current and correct. Members don't like to pay big fees and then fight with someone over errors. They don't pay for anything as they go. It's all put on their bill. They pay once a month."
"You take a big chance that way, don't you? What if they run up a big bill and then refuse to pay?"
"Don't have that problem. Not just anybody can walk in off the street and join. It isn't that kind of club. This one is very exclusive. I don't mean you have to be a millionaire to join, but you do have to submit a financial statement and get checked out.
"I don't have to worry about closing at a certain time, or complying with a lot of other laws and nonsense. We can keep out anybody we don't want. And the members can play cards or whatever without worrying about the law. Some of their parties get ... well, rather intimate."
"You mean gambling?"
"Sure. And other things. If the members want to play a little high-stakes poker, they don't have to worry about being busted. They could do that at home, of course, but then they'd have to fuss with food and drinks and that sort of thing. We have the best food in the city, the drinks are never watered and our prices are reasonable. Plus, we do the dishes." He grinned at Joy. "Does any of this bother you?"
"Why should it? You aren't engaged in anything illegal. I have my own ideas about government interference. By and large, I don't like it. I think our elected officials get carried away with trying to protect us from ourselves. But that's another story, and I'm sure you don't want to hear it."
"You might be surprised. Our ideas seem to run along the same lines. Why don't I give you a tour of the club and then you can take whatever time you need here in the office to get familiar with everything. I'll be in and out, so you can make notes on any questions you may have and we can go over them before you leave."
Later, Joy was sitting in the office going over the books when Tom came back in.
"By the way, have you had dinner? You'll have to forgive my bad manners tonight. Got a special show later and I have to be sure everything is just right."
"I had a light meal before I came over, but I could use something, Mr. Cook."
"You'd better call me Tom. I'm not strong on formality. Especially with beautiful young women I work with."
"Thank you, Tom, but I might not be as young as you think. Nor as beautiful. The light in here isn't that strong."
Tom laughed. "I don't need a lot of bright light to see what I see. I can guess your age and come within one year either way. But I'll just say that you look about ten years younger than you really are. How's that?"
"I'll leave it at that," Joy replied, also laughing. "I wouldn't want to embarrass myself."
"I doubt you'd do that. I like that dress on you, by the way. Jersey looks good on you. I like to see a woman who knows how to dress."
Joy smiled shyly and blushed. The dress was cut pretty low and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts stood up nice and firm. Her nipples were clearly out-lined. She had felt very bold when she was dressing. Now it was drawing the attention of this man she had just met. But wasn't that why she had done it?
"If you have sandwiches on the menu, I could do with some sliced turkey and a cup of coffee."
She looked Tom right in the eye, not giving him a clue that she had been a little embarrassed by his comment about her dress.
"Nonsense. Come along with me and I'll get you a decent meal. If you're not finished in here, you can come back later. I'll tell the day people who you are so you can come in at any time. I've looked over your contract and it seems fine." He took the contract from his inner coat pocket and handed it to her. "I've already signed it. As of right now, you've got yourself a new client."
"Did you notice that you're entitled to a full refund if you aren't satisfied at the end of thirty days?"
"Yes. That's one of the thing that impressed me. You must be very confident in your work or you wouldn't make such an offer. Now come along and let's get something to eat."
Tom escorted her back out to the dining room and seated her. The lighting in the club was dim, but adequate, as good supper clubs should be.
"I don't see a stage, Tom. Where do you have your show?"
"That door over to your right leads to the show room. There's a small stage in there. Nothing elaborate. It's more like a small movie theater. You saw the room over there where the dance floor is. We keep them separate so the members can choose to dance or watch the show."
"Do you have a show every night?"
"No. Just once in a while. No regular schedule. When we find a show we think the members will like, we book it. We have a small combo every night for dancing and then a larger band on the weekends."
"I like it. Maybe when I get enough money ahead, I can apply for membership."
"You're already a member. Goes with working for us. You'll help dress up the place. Bring along your husband, too. You're both welcome any time."
"It would have to be my boyfriend. My husband is dead. He had too much to drink one night and tried to move a big old oak tree with his car. The tree won."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bring up an unpleasant subject."
"It was ten years ago, Tom. The wounds have pretty well healed. I might bring a date sometimes, but I don't want you to give a membership to any man on my behalf."
"That's fine. I'm glad you brought it up. I don't like to include boy friends. Nothing personal. It's just not a good policy, as a general rule. How far off would I be if I guessed your age at between thirty-two and thirty-four?"
"You have a good eye. So you were serious about thinking I'm good-looking? Thank you again."
"I said beautiful. And I was very serious. I don't say things I don't mean. Especially to women."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the waiter. Not to take an order, but to bring food. Since Tom had not ordered when they sat down, Joy figured he had done so before he invited her to eat with him. She wondered what he would have done if she had refused.
Dinner was salad, lobster tails, baked potato, vegetable and white wine.
"Oh, this is way too much, Tom!"
"Dig in. It's on the house, so you might as well enjoy it. Just leave what you can't eat. Unless you're worried about all those kids in Africa or Asia or wherever your mother used to talk about."
"You, too!" Joy said with a laugh. She began to eat.
"Everybody's mother used that old ploy. I once offered to mail my leftovers to them if my mother would tell me the address. My butt was sore for a week."
"This is delicious. I didn't know I was this hungry."
"Told you we have the best food in the city. Why don't you stay for the show? Unless you have a date."
"No date and I'd love to stay."
She liked being with this man. He was charming and easy to talk to. To be with. She was enjoying herself.
As Tom had said, the theater wasn't a large room. It looked as if it would hold about two dozen people, at the most. Joy saw four other couples present tonight.
"Week night," Tom explained in answer to her unasked question. "If the show is good, we'll keep it for the weekend." He motioned to a seat down front, right in the middle of the stage.
Every seat in the place was an upholstered chair, except the place Tom directed her. That was a heavily upholstered couch. Every seat was a dark color. The walls were a deep blue.
Again, in answer to her unspoken question, Tom explained, "The dark colors are on purpose. Keeps all the attention on the stage. Any stray light is absorbed so the people in the audience can have their privacy. Told you it was a private club." He grinned and didn't explain further.
As soon as they were seated, the lights went out, leaving the room in total darkness. Then spotlights on the stage came on, positioned so not a bit of light spilled into the audience.
"I see what you mean about it being private. I can't see anyone else who's in here." She could barely see Tom, and he was sitting close by her side.
"That's the way it was planned. Your eyes will adjust soon so you can see a few feet on each side, but that's all."
The room filled with the sounds of a heavy rock beat. Vibrations came from all around, so Joy guessed there were speakers every few feet around the room. The curtains were drawn back slowly. Joy wondered if the show was going to be a movie. And, if so, what kind?
Before she could ask Tom, a small figure bounded onto the stage. Joy thought it was a small boy in a white body stocking. Then she realized it was girl. It took a few moments to discern that fact. Her hair was cut short and there was only a hint of breasts. More like small nipples than the normal swelling fullness of a woman. She turned to Tom to ask him what was going on. He only smiled and patted her leg.
"Don't worry, she's twenty. We're not that private!"
The girl on the stage whirled around and began dancing to the music. When she whirled, Joy saw that her body didn't have a hair on it.
"Her name is Mary Lou," Tom said. "Her entire body, except for her head, of course, has been shaved."
"Ouch! That must be painful when it starts to grow back out."
"It never does," Tom said simply.
Mary Lou was stark white. Joy wondered if she was covered with powder. As Mary Lou danced, her body cast a shadow on the movie screen behind her, adding a surreal air to her movements. The quick, jiggling steps, coupled with her turns, put her entire body on display. Her legs were spread wide apart. Constant coital thrusts exposed her bare pussy mound to the audience. Her undulations involved her whole body. As she danced, she pulled at her tiny nipples until she had them pinched into hard little points. The longer she danced, the more abandoned her movements became.
Just as the girl's routine was about to become boring, she was joined on the stage by a man. There was no doubt about his sex, even though the lower part of his body was covered by a loin cloth.
He was built like a heavyweight boxer or a weight lifter of the highest order. It was easy to imagine him lifting 300 pounds or more easily as most people could lift twenty.
He was over seven feet tall with a broad, flat chest, a small waist, and a tight, well-rounded ass. He was, in short, the perfect specimen of a desirable hunk.
He was well-tanned and his body was covered by a thick mat of coal-black hair. The hair on his head was shoulder-length and he sported a huge handlebar mustache. Joy was reminded of a circus strongman more than a boxer.
The contrast he formed with the small, fair-skinned girl was breathtaking. He glided onto the stage, picked up the beat of the music and started dancing with Mary Lou.
"His name is Hector," Tom said. "And I'd sure hate to meet him in a dark alley. Whether he was angry with me or not!"
"My God, he's huge!" Joy whispered.
"You haven't seen anything yet!"
Mary Lou danced toward Hector, her movements now totally wild. She gyrated and bounced, leaped into the air, turned and twisted like a wild person.
Mary Lou made a pass at Hector, reached out, and whipped his loin cloth away. He danced with his back to the audience .until the girl danced up against his back, put her arms around his hips, and turned him to face the room. Then her small, white hands lifted his dick and held it out toward the audience.
Even flaccid, his prick was huge. Mary Lou was totally hidden behind him, only her white arms and hands visible to the onlookers. There was a sharp intake of breath around the room, the only sign that Joy and Tom were not the only ones present.
"I don't believe it!" Joy exclaimed, more to herself than to Tom.
"He's for real. Isn't that something?" There was no envy in his voice, just a flat statement of face.
"God!" The cock was at least a foot long and as big around as her wrist.
The tiny white hands began playing with the massive cock, one hand above the other, stroking the long shaft. The effect was mind-boggling! They kept dancing together, the hands shaking and jerking the long schlong in time to the music. The prick began to grow like Jack's beanstalk.
Joy got an inkling of what kind of show she was watching. Her only question was how far the two performers would go.
Her question was answered almost immediately. Mary Lou slid around the huge, hairy body, still holding onto the cock with one hand. The music changed to something out of the Arabian Nights; harem music, or snake charmer's music.
Putting both hands on the prick, she dropped to her knees and buried her face in Hector's crotch, the cock held on top of her head. Joy could see that the girl was mouthing the man's big balls.
Mary Lou worked her way up to the bottom of the shaft, her tongue flicking and licking its way to the end of the meaty pole. Giving the head a lingering lick, the girl worked along the top of the shaft, her hands supporting it. She had to stand to perform this act. Her head came just above the man's groin. Joy was sure the girl was only going to masturbate the giant. There was no way she could get that thing in her mouth. Or her pussy.
But Joy was wrong! Trailing her tongue back to the end of the shaft, Mary Lou peeled the foreskin back and knelt again, her mouth opening as she bent her knees.
Hector put his hands on his hips and pushed his groin forward, offering his huge fuck spear to the girl.
Mary Lou kissed the end of the cock that was now about half-hard. Then she opened her mouth as far as possible and took the big purple knob inside.
There was another harsh gasp from the audience. The girl took not only all of the big knob into her mouth, but also part of the thick shaft. There wasn't room for her to move her head back and forth, but her hands moved rapidly up and down the shaft, giving the appearance she was fucking herself in the mouth with the weighty tool.
Joy's temperature soared. Her skin felt flushed to the inner depths of her body. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and her pussy was absolutely flowing. She squirmed in her seat, unable to keep still. The show was definitely having an effect on her. It was also getting to Tom, as Joy found out when he took her hand and placed it in his lap.
His cock was fully hard. And evidently of considerable size in its own right. She made no attempt to resist him. His cock felt good. She didn't consider the consequences of her act. Her mind was fully absorbed with the events on the stage. Nor did she resist when Tom slid his hand under her dress and began moving it toward her pussy. Instead, her legs parted just enough to allow him access to her crotch.
Hector lifted Mary Lou, turning her upside down so her legs were straight up in the air. Her mouth was still on his cock. He lifted and turned the girl as easily as one would lift a bottle of beer, not showing any strain. His muscles barely rippled.
Holding the girl at the hips, he lifted her until her pussy mound was even with his mouth. As if on signal, Mary Lou's legs popped open, exposing her swollen slit to him.
Hector's tongue flashed out and traveled along the full length of the gaping gash. With no hair to mask it, his tongue was completely visible as it moved back and forth through her slit. He stuck his tongue way out put it in the girl's cunt hole, then pulled her body up so his tongue disappeared inside the honey hole. Yet another gasp rose in the room.
The hairy giant and the hairless girl sucked at each other for several moments, the sounds they made audible above the soft music. Just as the audiences thought they were going to bring each other off, Hector twirled Mary Lou around like a cheerleader's pom-pom and positioned her pussy at the end of his hard prick.
Grasping the thick shaft again, Mary Lou guided the cock head to her pussy, put it between the thin lips, and rubbed it up and down a few times.
Joy unconsciously opened her thighs a little more. Tom cuddled her pussy mound with one hand. Her thighs separated farther and she angled her cunt up so he could explore her slit, hugged by her skimpy silk panties. He played around, finally easing his middle finger under the leg band and pushed the digit into her hot, velvety cunt lips.
Her quim was very slick and very wet. Her hips curled up as she silently expressed her desire for more of the finger in her cunt. He pulled his finger out of the honeyed hole, found her rigid clit, and gently massaged it. She was dying for a kiss, but didn't want to tear her eyes away from the action on the stage long enough to get one. Tom teased her clitoris with his experienced finger.
"Uhhhh!" Joy breathed. "That's so good!" She hunched on his finger.
"I want you to cum," Tom said, sliding her panties down.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed, quickly and eagerly assisting him.
In seconds the panties were around her ankles. She kicked them away and spread her thighs wide, pulling her dress up over her thighs. Her thick cunt hair was sopping wet. Her puffy cunt lips were spread open for him.
Tom didn't have the problem of not wanting to take his eyes away from the stage. He could see the act several more times if he wished. The show he was most interested in was the one sitting next to him. With his free hand, he unzipped Joy's dress and pulled it down to her waist. He lowered his head to her swollen tits and drew a thick, turgid nipple into his mouth.
The top and bottom of Joy's dress were bunched around her waist, baring her pussy and her tits to him. She leaned back and watched the intense action on the stage as an orgasm built in her groin. The other people in the audience were forgotten. They could get themselves off if they wished. She was enjoying herself too much to worry about them.
"I'm going to cum," she whispered.
Slowly, steadily, the hairy giant on the stage pushed the little girl down on his big prick. Mary Lou hung limply on his arms, her feet on his hips, intent only on accepting all of the throbbing telephone pole he was pushing up her twat.
She had done this show with Hector many times, but her face told the audience she was lost in the ecstasy of being stuffed full by the monstrous cock.
When his cock was buried to the hilt in the girl, Hector pulled her up against his chest and slowly turned, giving everyone a clear view of her small ass and the huge cock stuck up her little hairless cunt. He faced the room and started pumping the girl up and down on his rigid shaft. Her head hung way back, allowing the audience to see the pleasure registered on it.
Tom stroked his finger in Joy's juicy cunt, tickled up and around her clit, moved the finger back to her hole again, and repeated the movements in a steady rhythm. His tongue licked her nipples as his finger worked. He liked the warm, moist fullness of her clit. It was big and hard under his finger tip. He toyed with it, feeling her shivers of total arousal. She was breathing faster, her body laid back and fully open to him.
Mary Lou's face was twisted in the sweet agony of orgasm.
"Oh, God!" she yelled. "He's fucking me so good! I'm cumming! His big cock is way deep in me. I love it! / love if!"
Joy began to whine and squirm. Both of her nipples were drawn into hard cones. Her clit was swollen. Her hand holding Tom's cock gripped harder. She sucked her breath in sharply, spread her thighs as wide as she could get them, and popped her sex gun. She stuffed her fist in her mouth to stifle her screams and stared at the salacious scene on the stage as her orgasm tore into her.
An instant before he shot his load, Hector removed Mary Lou from his cock and stood her on her feet. She was shaky, but she managed to steady herself by grabbing his cock. She fisted it rapidly, jerking him off so the audience could watch him cum.
He shot long streams of curdled cream across the stage, the first glob spattering at the front edge of the platform. Mary Lou's hands were a white blur along the thick shaft as she pumped stream after stream of his thick goo at the audience.
Tom flattened his palm on Joy's cunt mound, jiggled his hand, and felt the first sweet pulses of her orgasm sweep over her. Her pussy tightened on his finger as her hips jerked in time with the deep orgasmic waves washing over her.