Chapter 2

Billy returned momentarily from the restroom, all smiles.

"Feel better?" Sally Ann inquired.

"Much, thanks. Do you want some company?"

Sally Ann looked at her watch. "Sure, but the conductor just announced that the next and last stop is Penn Station. That's in New York, right?"

Billy laughed brightly. "Boy, you really are from out-of-town, aren't you?"

Sally Ann gave him the vest-pocket edition of her life and what was bringing her to, as Billy called it, The City of Sodom.

"I think it's brave of you to leave Ohio for a city where you don't know anyone," he said. "But please be careful. This woman, Josette, that you mentioned. What do you know about her?"

"Only that she was a former student of my ballet teacher, Miss Farrell," Sally Ann said. "She's a choreographer now. I've talked to her a couple times of the phone, and she seems really nice. Besides, I've been told what rents are like in New York City. I can't afford those prices."

Billy pulled a business card from his wallet and wrote something on the back of it. He handed it to

Sally Ann. "Just in case things don't work out with you and Josette, or if you need someone to take you around the city, even just to talk to, please call me. My home phone number's on the back of the card."

The imagine green and gray business card read: "William H. Thomas, attorney," with his firm's address, phone and fax numbers at the bottom.

"You seem so young to be a lawyer."

"I'm thirty-four. It's not like I'm a partner or anything-yet. And I work out at a gym four times a week. That's what keeps me looking younger than lam."

"What's the 'H' for?" Sally Ann asked, slipping his card into her purse, noting the hairbrush handle inside was still slick with pussy juice.

"Hot," he grinned. Sally Ann was attracted by his boyish smile and his long-lashed, light-brown eyes. Then, there was that body!

"No, really, tell me. Everybody hates their middle name."

"It's Harrison."

"I like Hot better."

"I'll bet you do."

Sally Ann couldn't help but notice her new friend was sprouting a formidable hard-on. Its outline was clearly visible through his tight blue jeans, running halfway down his thigh. Billy caught her staring.

"See anything you like?" he asked enticingly.

"Yes. But, unfortunately, nothing I can do anything with on a train."

"You'd be surprised."

"I think we're moving a little too fast," Sally Ann protested, though she felt her resistance waning.

Billy pressed his leg against her thigh.

"C'mon. Who knows if we'll ever see each other again? This may be our only opportunity."

"But I have your business card. I have your phone number."

"That doesn't mean you'll use it," Billy said. "And you didn't give me yours."

Sally Ann felt her cheeks flush. "Well, uh.. .I hardly know you, and it's Josette's number. I don't want her to think I have strange men calling me already."

"So now I'm strange, huh?" Billy pressed his thigh harder against her. "What was taking you so long in the restroom, sweetheart?"

Oh my gosh. He knows I jerked off in there! Sally Ann thought, blushing even more furiously. "What most people do when they have to use the restroom," she finally managed to stammer. "It just takes women longer."

Billy leaned towards the pretty blonde Midwesterner and whispered in her ear. "Especially when they've got their hairbrush stuck up their twat. I peeked through the crack. Sorry, but I had to, um, relieve myself, too."

Indignant and ashamed, Sally Ann turned away from Billy, watching the scenery as the train sped closer to her destination. "You must think I'm a pervert," she said quietly.

"I think you're a knockout. You've got a lot going for you, honey. I feel protective because part of you seems so naive."

"Then why are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"Who's taking advantage of whom? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think we have a mutual attraction going on here."

"Even if I am attracted to you, Billy," Sally Ann said, "this isn't the time or place. We'll be at Penn Station any minute."

"That just makes it more exciting," Billy enthused. "And there's no one sitting around us. Feel this and tell me you don't want it." He placed her sweaty hand on his thigh, over his expanding cock. "Give me your purse."

"Why?"

"You can give me a hand job, but we'll need something to cover my lap."

Sally Ann passed him the purse.

"By the way, do you have a brush I can borrow?" he laughed wickedly, placing the purse discreetly over his groin.

"Don't you feel a little, um, odd, holding a purse."

"I'd rather hold these," Billy said, giving her tits a quick feel. "You have great breasts. Let me guess-36C, right?"

"So Billy's a boob freak, huh?" Sally Ann said. "Some people think I'm too stacked to be a ballet dancer." Billy returned to the task of pulling his stiff pecker from his fly. She watched, fascinated, as the young lawyer inched the drooling, fleshy knob from its confines. He placed her hand on his fuck tool.

"Well, there are other types of dancers," he suggested, trying to keep the conversation going so no one would notice them. "You could be a Rockette." His voice dropped. "Squeeze it, baby.

Whack me off good."

"Squeeze it?" she exclaimed. "I can't even get my hand around it. It's thick as a soda can. And, by the way, I didn't come to New York to be a Rockette. I want to be a ballet dancer."

An older couple passed them, the white-haired woman appraising them briefly. Sally Ann attempted to pull her hand away, but Billy kept his grip firm on her wrist.

"Just relax, sweetie." He was enjoying the thrill of danger, the possibility of getting caught. The senior citizens moved on. "That's it, pull the skin back and forth," Billy urged. "Play with that foreskin. Ahhhh! Yeah. Now you've got the rhythm."

Sally Ann's hand was slick with his pre-cum. She used his slime as a lubricant to rub on the cock knob, to make the turgid shaft slick as an eel. A musky, fecund odor-the scent of male desire-rose from Billy's crotch. Sally Ann felt her cauldron of lust begin to boil. It needed stirring. With her other hand, she discreetly reached into her panties and began playing with herself.

"Go for it, honey," Billy encouraged, noticing how aroused his latest conquest was getting. "Let me give you a hand-or at least a couple of fingers!"

Suddenly, the train went black. Sally gasped. "It's okay, baby," Billy said. "We've just entered the tunnel."

"The tunnel?"

"Yeah. You have to go through a train tunnel to get into Penn Station. We're underground now."

"So, we're nearly there."

"In more ways than one. C'mon, don't stop. We've still got some time. Wank me, baby. Make me cum and I'll help you cum, too."

Lost in blissful ecstasy, the once-bashful blonde continued her ministrations to Billy's pulsing penis. She'd never seen so much pre-cum in Freddy, her only other male lover. It was like a faucet. She reached under his sex stalk and hefted Billy's big balls. If only he wasn't wearing tight jeans, she could really give him a hand job-and a blow job, too. Sally Ann absently licked her luscious crimson lips, thinking about what his cum would taste like. Freddy never let her swallow his. He always yanked his hose out of her sucking mouth and squirted on her face.

"Lick me," Billy requested, thrusting his hips up. "No one can see. Do it. Please!"

Realizing time was precious, Sally Ann lowered her head to his lap. She tentatively touched the head of his dick with the tip of her tongue, tasting the warm, salty fluid. Her own saliva drooled out of her mouth, further coating his organ.

"Go further, honey. Take it in your mouth." Billy's fingers were still buried in her bush, his middle finger tapping her love button teasingly. Sally Ann took the large knob into her mouth while Billy continued to raise his hips. More of his mammoth man shaft slipped into her mouth, The corona was knocking on her gullet. Let me in! it seemed to say. Deep-throat me now!

Her lover's fingers moved frantically in her pussy. Sally Ann knew her fluids were running down her thighs, and she didn't care. All she could think about was the sensations occurring in her mouth and cunt.

"You like that big dick, don't you?" Billy asked, stroking her blonde hair. "You like eating tube steak. Now, just relax your throat and let Big Billy take his billy club down deeper."

All Sally Ann could do was moan. As the train chugged nearer and nearer to her new life, her pussy gushed its juices on Billy's probing fingers. She felt overwhelmed with emotion, and her excitement stimulated her throat, which finally opened, just as Billy'd requested.

"You've got it! All my dick's inside of your mouth now, baby. Oh, wow. You're an incredible cocksucker. You're gonna make me blow. I want to cum. Can I cum in your mouth? Can I?"

Still squirming on his pivoting fingers, Sally Ann managed a muffled "Mmmmmm hmmm."

"Cum with me, sweetheart," Billy moaned. "Let's get off together."

Sally Ann wished she could tell him that she'd already cum a few times; surely, Billy could feel how juicy she was down there.

Then it happened. The freakishly long schlong exploded deep in her throat. Billy's cock was buried so deeply that, if Billy hadn't cried out a warning that he was cumming, she wouldn't have known.

"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhh, baby, you've got my seed. Eat me!" Billy clenched his eyes tightly and threw back his head in rapture.

Sally Ann drew back slightly, so that she could taste her lover's nectar. It was much thicker and saltier than his pre-cum, intoxicatingly exotic, she thought.

Yes, I could definitely get used to this!

Meanwhile, Billy's fingers did the walking-right up to her G-spot. Even his fingers were oversized, and he made the most of their length. Sally Ann sat up from her delicious treat. Now, it was her turn.

"Oh, right there," she sighed, grabbing his wrist to keep those fingers placed on her erogenous zone.

"How's it feel, honey? You like Hot Billy playing with your pussy?"

"You know I do," she whimpered. "I wish you could fuck the hell out of me right now."

"Later. You know the saying: good things come to those who wait."

"Don't make me wait any longer," Sally Ann cried. "I'm so close. So close. Ummmm. Ooooooooh."

Just as Sally Ann climaxed on Billy's hand, all the lights in the Amtrak came on.

"Perfect timing," Billy laughed.

"That's easy for you to say." Sally Ann's skirt was hiked to her belly, her panties around her ankles. She and Billy adjusted their disheveled clothing. He handed her back her purse.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the conductor boomed, "we have arrived at Penn Station, our last stop on this train."

"Welcome to New York," Billy said, kissing her quickly on the cheek. "I have a feeling you're going to do just fine here."

Billy asked her where she was headed.

"Greenwich Village. Ever heard of it?" she asked innocently.

"Are you serious? Even people in Dayton have heard of it," Billy said. "What street?"

Sally Ann pulled her filofax from her purse. "Perry Street at Bleecker. Is that far from here?"

"It is if you don't know the transit system. Look, I live around the financial district, which is below Greenwich Village. We'll share a cab, and I'll get you to Josette's. How does that sound?"

"And I was worried I'd never get to see you again. Thanks a lot."

"Hey, baby, it's not every day that I get a blow job like yours-especially on a train. I want to know where to find you again."

They hauled their luggage to a taxi stand outside of Penn Station. The hustle and bustle of Manhattan was overwhelming to the small-town girl. Sally Ann noticed the homeless people crowded in the corners of the bus and train terminal. The commuters had a glazed, numb look on their faces. Outside, at the taxi stand, she took in the neon blaze of the infamous Forty-Second Street.

"REAL LIVE DANCING GIRLS."

"PEEP SHOW-TWENTY-FIVE CENT."

"ANAL ACTION."

"MARITAL AID."

"LESBIAN MUD WRESTLERS" Billy put his arm around Sally Ann comfortingly.

"This is the Times Square district. Just about anything goes here," he commented. "You don't want to be alone in this neighborhood late at night."

"It's so.. .so decadent."

"Are you repelled?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I'm just not used to seeing stuff like this in Dayton. We don't display dildos in the windows."

Billy cracked a grin. "Just hairbrushes."

"You'll never let me forget that, will you?" She elbowed her new friend in the ribs.

They dumped their luggage into the taxi's trunk and gave the driver their destinations. Sally Ann watched, wide-eyed, as the city whizzed by her. She'd never seen buildings so tall, streets so congested. But there was an almost palpable energy here. No wonder so many young people come here to realize their dreams, she thought. It's all here.

As if on cue, "New York, New York" came on the radio. Billy sang along on the "If I can make it there--I'll make it anywhere" chorus. "Scared?" he asked her. "Wondering if you made the right choice?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I miss home."

"Of course you do, babe. But we're gonna make this town your home-your new home." He squeezed her hand. "I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Sally Ann warned.

Suddenly, the tall buildings gave way to quaint brownstones and cafes on cobblestone streets meandering every which way. Even the people looked different here. The clothes were funkier, the hair styles more outrageous. Sally Ann counted at least three Mohawks of different colors.

"I guess we're in the Village, right?"

"You got it," Billy said. "I think you'll be comfortable here. People are more, um, open-minded."

The cab pulled up in front of what looked like a horse stable.

"Wow, it's a converted carriage house," Billy exclaimed. "Does Josette live here alone? It's prime real estate."

"Just the top floor, she told me."

"Well, I'm going to leave you here," Billy said. "Don't lose my card. Call me. I mean it. And thanks for a fantastic voyage." He flashed his famous smile again. She waved good-bye as the taxi sped down the narrow street.

I wonder if I'll ever see him again?

Josette Dupres had sent her new roommate a set of keys, so Sally Ann didn't bother buzzing. She lugged her heavy suitcases and her dance bag up a creaking flight of stairs. The building was obviously turn-of-the-century, but it had been well maintained, with exposed brick walls and carpeting in the hallways. It was a far cry from her parent's home in Dayton, but intriguing.

Sally Ann knocked lightly, then tried her key. The door opened into a spacious, well-lit but sparsely furnished room with parquet floors. It reminded her of a dance studio. A small kitchen off the living room abutted the bathroom. Sally Ann put down her bags and peeked in the bathroom, marveling at an old claw-foot tub.

"Hello?" Sally Ann called out. "Anyone home?" No answer.

On the other side of the room, the young dancer spied another door. That must be my room, she surmised. Sally Ann moved toward the closed door and, without thinking twice, opened it.

She gasped. So did the couple fucking in bed.

"What in the hell?" he man exclaimed, his cock buried in a woman whom Sally presumed to be Josette. She had a brunette bob with bangs. Sally Ann thought she looked very much like the beatniks from the fifties. Her shaved pussy was astride her lover's penis, as if she were riding a horse. Josette pulled out his wet penis, grabbing the sheet to cover herself.

"I'm so sorry," Sally Ann apologized. "I knocked on the front door. I didn't think anyone was home."

"Who the fuck are you?" the man demanded.

"You must be Sally Ann," Josette guessed. "Remember, Deke? I told you a friend of a friend from Ohio was going to be staying with me for a while?"

"That was some introduction," the blonde, still shocked, said. "I'll just be outside." Sally began to step out of the bedroom and close the door, but Deke interrupted.

"Hey, we're all family here. If you're gonna live here, you better get used to people in their all-togethers." Deke, who had the sinewy body of a dancer, lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"That's right, Sally Ann. You're more than welcome to stay here as long as you like, but I have very few inhibitions. I hope that doesn't bother you." Josette rose from the bed and pulled a red satin robe over her pert titties. "In fact, I work on a lot of my dances here-in the nude. Didn't Miss Farrell tell you? My choreography often is performed au naturel."

Sally Ann sat down on one of her suitcases, perplexed. This was all so much to absorb in one day. The long train ride. Sex with Billy in a public place. And now this! Should I turn around and beeline back to Ohio before it's too late? she thought.

As if reading her mind, Josette came over to the frightened Midwesterner. "Darling, we're all beginners at one point. Don't leave yet. Give New York a chance. What do you say?"

Sally Ann looked from Josette to Deke and back to Josette again. "Do you really want me to stay?"

"More than you'll ever know," Deke replied. "More than you'll ever know."