Chapter 4
Life moved along at a gallop as Sally Ann became acclimated to New York. Weeks passed into months. Occasionally, James called her, but she'd made it clear to him that there simply weren't enough hours in the day to make any kind of relationship commitment. Still, sex with him was great, and he enjoyed lavishing her with expensive dinners, baubles from Tiffany's or Carrier, andher favorite gift of all-tickets to the ballet.
Regarding her dancing, Sally Ann was disappointed in herself. She was struggling so hard to make ends meet that she'd only been able to take an occasional dance class. On the plus side, however, it was good to have a roommate like Josette. Every morning, the two young women turned the spacious living room into a studio, where they stretched and practiced various ballet routines. And there was Deke, who was a member of a small modern dance company. Between the three of them, they kept in shape.
Although Sally Ann slept on a futon in the main room, Deke and Josette frequently invited her into their bedroom for three-ways. Josette, who'd lived abroad a few years between Ohio and New York, was very open minded about sex. "I don't make distinctions between being bisexual, heterosexual or homosexual," she once explained to Sally Ann. "I am, quite simply, sexual."
"Sexual" hardly described the insatiable appetite of the lithe brunette with the Louise Brooks bob. Josette could go on endlessly. One Friday night, on the cusp of the weekend, Josette and Deke took turns giving the blonde nymph head for what seemed like hours. Sally Ann had had a rough week at Chez Pierre, and, frankly, she was too tired to participate in sex when it was suggested by Josette and Deke.
"I'm really beat, Josette," Sally Ann had protested. "I just need to take a long, hot bath and go to bed."
"You won't have to do anything. Just lay back and let Deke and me ravish you."
Easily persuaded, Sally Ann was led into the bedroom, where Deke was waiting in a deep purple and black robe. Its sash was deliberately loose and revealing, so she could see his genitals. She noted that four short lengths of rope were attached to each of the four bed posters. Confused, Sally Ann turned to her roommate.
"Have you ever been tied up, sweetie?" Josette asked.
"Gosh no. Why would anyone want to be tied up?"
Deke laughed. "You really are naive. Hey, that's okay. It's refreshing to see there are still some innocent women in the world."
Josette glared at him. "Not to mention all those
'been there-done that' men. You're so jaded, Deke, that I could stand on my head with a dildo hanging out of my cunt and you wouldn't bat an eye."
"I'd like to see that, hon." Deke turned to his new charge. "We thought we'd introduce you to a little B&D action-if you're up for it."
"B&D? What's that?" Sally Ann inquired.
"Bondage and discipline," Josette answered. She was deliciously naked now, lighting some incense, then pouring wine to help remove Sally Ann from her puritanical misgivings.
"That sounds painful."
"Oh, not at all," Deke said, leading Sally Ann to the bed and undressing her. "You just have to trust your partner implicitly. That's part of the excitement-the danger."
Sally Ann reflected for an instant that James once had said the same thing to her on his terrace.
Flanked by Josette on one side of the bed and Deke on the other, Sally Ann permitted the couple to tie her to the bed spread-eagle. The wine had warmed and aroused her. Deke petted her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, nice and moist." He pushed his middle finger into her pulsing vagina, then sucked her juices off of it.
"Ahhhhh," Sally Ann moaned.
"like it?" Josette asked. Sally Ann could only offer a whimper of lust. "You're going to be just fine. Just let Deke and me take care of everything."
Deke dropped his robe. His turgid boner already was dripping a strand of pre-cum. As his finger located and stroked Sally Ann's clit, Josette tweaked her roommate's rigid nipples, then lowered her head and began to suck the pink erasers intensely.
"Ooooooh. That's right, Josette, lick my nipples. Deke, put another finger in me. My cunny feels so empty." Sally Ann struggled against the ropes, but it was no use. She was tightly bound, at the couple's mercy.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sally Ann watched as Josette discreetly opened the night stand drawer and extracted a long black dildo.
"What are you going to do with that?" Sally Ann demanded.
"What would you like for us to do with it?" Deke asked wickedly.
Arms and legs akimbo, Sally Ann turned her head to glance at her reflection in a nearby floor-length mirror. She was startled at how vulnerable she looked, trussed up and naked. Yet, she was strangely calm. Deke's stroking finger kept her on the verge of cumming, and Josette's thick lips kept Sally Ann's nipples pointing straight up.
Josette applied a thin coating of lubricating jelly to the dildo. "You're so hot you probably won't need this," she noted, "but it'll help with the initial penetration-especially the head."
Deke had situated himself between the buxom blonde's furry snatch. His tongue dove deeply into her honey pot, scooping out her tasty juices. Sally Ann could tell by his loud slurps that the dark-haired dancer was in his element. She stole another look in the mirror. Josette shoved a pillow under Sally Ann's rump, so that her pelvis was raised and ready.
Finally, Deke emerged from between her legs. His mouth and chin were coated with a sheen of Sally Ann's nectar.
"Ready for something a little bigger than a finger or a tongue?" Josette asked.
"Oh, Josette, I just don't know if I can-"
With a start, Sally Ann realized that Josette had inserted the head of the black rubber dick inside her pussy. Because of the pillow under her mid-section, she hadn't been able to see it. But now, looking in the mirror, she could see that the fake phallus was inching its way into her.
"Relax," urged Deke. He kissed her on the lips; she could taste her own cum on them.
After the shock of the initial penetration wore off, Sally Ann stopped worrying, allowing her lovers to pleasure her however they wished. After all, she was enjoying every second. If this was what B&D was all about, she thought, they could put her name at the top of the list as a charter member.
"Ever filmed yourself?" Deke asked.
"Filmed?"
"Yeah. You know, with a camcorder. like a homemade video. People do it all the time. Sometimes they even sell or trade them for other people's videos. They're really hot. Josette has one."
Josette stopped sawing the dildo in and out of Sally Ann long enough to reach under the bed and return with a video camera.
"No, Josette," Sally Ann protested. "Not yet. What if someone saw."
Deke grinned. "That's the point, darlin'. To be seen."
"I know what she means. I was shy about videos at first," recalled Josette. "Afraid people I worked with might see it. Or that, at some point, it would come back to haunt me. Besides we have lots of time for playing. There's so much you have to learn, Sally Ann." Josette set the video camera aside. She returned to the dildo, now buried to the hilt inside Sally Ann.
"Would you like some real dick, sweetheart?" Deke asked as Sally Ann writhed on the bed. Before she could reply, Josette extracted the dildo. Her long, pink tongue licked the lube and cum from stem to stern. Sally Ann felt sadly empty. Looking in the mirror, she noted that her labia were stretched, yawning for something-someone-to fill her up.
As if reading her mind, Deke climbed on the bed, positioning himself between her enticing legs. The pillow raised her hips invitingly, giving him easy access to Sally Ann's cunt. Oh, this is so much better than the dildo, Sally Ann thought. like the song says: Ain't nothin' like the real thing!
Sally Ann would have liked nothing better than to have Deke fuck her all night long, but she felt as though she was excluding her roommate. However, Josette had different ideas. Standing next to Sally Ann, her crotch even with Sally Ann's face, Josette commanded:
"Lick it, bitch. Lick my horny hole."
The abrupt change in Josette's tone took Sally Ann by surprise. No one had ever called her "bitch" before. She intuited dirty talk was part of the B&D scene.
"Yeah, whore. Stick your tongue up Josette's ass," Deke added, thrusting wildly into the blonde vixen's box.
Josette turned her fanny toward the bound blonde beauty and bent over. Her ass thrust into Sally Ann's face.
"Okay, bitch, kiss my ass!"
Before she could protest, Sally Ann's face was buried in the brunette's butt.
"Lick my ass-hole, cunt."
"You little tramp," Deke spat. "Tramps like you were born to kiss ass."
Sally Ann could not reply. Her cries were muffled by Josette's sweet cheeks. Yet, she could not bring herself to tongue her roommate's ass. Even in her fantasies, Sally Ann never had indulged in rimming.
Still buried in her nether regions, Deke was really getting into the verbal abuse. As his cock slammed in and out of Sally Ann, he pinched her tits, making her moan with pleasure into his girlfriend's tush. "Stop whining and eat that ass," Deke demanded. "You're a whore, so act like it."
"Yeah, Sally Ann, put your tongue on my pretty pink pucker!"
Tentatively, Sally Ann licked around Josette's ass-hole.
"Ummmm. That feels fantastic," Josette moaned. "Now, stick your tongue inside."
Sally Ann tried to be obedient. Josette reached around and spread her ass cheeks in order to give her "slave" easy access. It worked; Sally Ann surprised herself, letting raw desire overcome intellect. What was the advice Miss Farrell gave me years ago about dancing? "Don't think, just feel."
"That's it! Now you've got it, slut!" Josette shrieked. Her new "student" was working out just fine.
After some minutes of serious rimming, Sally Ann was rewarded with a muff in her mouth. Josette climbed on the bed, straddled Sally Ann, and slowly eased herself onto the blonde's succulent ruby lips. Facing Deke, Josette groaned in ecstasy as he pinched her nipples into rock-hard pleasure points. Deke's thrusting was becoming more frantic.
"I'm gonna.. .gonna.. .oh, I'm gonna cum!" he cried.
"Go ahead, baby. Shoot right between her tits," Josette ordered. "Give this little cunt your load!"
"Aaaaarrrggghh!" Deke screamed as he felt the semen well up from his ball sac through the shaft and, finally, out of his cockhead. He pulled his dick from Sally Ann's squish just in time for Josette to see her lover's seed arc onto her roommate's tummy.
Watching Deke cum triggered Josette's own orgasm.
"Mmmmmm, bitch," she said, looking down into Sally Ann's bright blue eyes. "Taste my sweet cum. Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Sally Ann was rewarded for her ministrations with Josette's juice. It flooded her mouth like a fountain. She was aware of her own impending orgasm, the sheet under her already damp with cum. After Josette exploded, the dancer eased off Sally
Ann.
"Do you want to get her off, or do you want me to?" Josette asked Deke. "Do you have to ask?"
Deke resumed the same cunt-lapping that had begun this torrid menage a trois. As he licked Sally Ann's clit, Josette slowly untied the ropes. Suddenly, Sally Ann felt unbearably free. Her hands shoved Deke's face far between her legs. His tongue lashed and licked impetuously.
"Now it's my turn," Sally Ann shrieked. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Who wants to take it?"
"Finder's keepers, loser's weepers," Deke said, looking toward Josette for approval.
But there was no time for protest. The dam broke, and Sally Ann was rushing into the arms of ecstasy.
"Aaaaaah! Eeeee!" Her buttocks-still raised on the pillow-thrust up so forcefully that Deke knew he'd be picking pubic hairs from between his teeth for the next few days.
Exhausted and elated, Sally Ann, Josette and Deke lay in each other's arms.
"Bet you never did anything like that in Ohio," Deke said, his limp dick hanging over one thigh like a spent balloon.
"That reminds me." Josette slowly was coming out of her stupor. "Freddy called. I told him you'd get back to him later."
Freddy? Her boyfriend back in the Midwest had all but disappeared from Sally Ann's memory. Although they wrote to each regularly, and occasionally talked to each other's message machine, Sally Ann realized Freddy was not the man with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life. As she showered and slipped into a robe, Sally Ann wondered how she was going to tell Freddy she'd decided not to return to Dayton. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but it would be more painful to lead him on, especially after the years they'd spent dating and planning for their futures.
Deke and Josette's fuck had left her too exhausted to attempt any serious conversation. Sally Ann unfolded the futon and collapsed. She'd worry about Freddy tomorrow.
Saturdays were Sally Ann's least favorite day at the restuarant. Chez Pierre not only got a snobbish East Side brunch crowd in the afternoon, but also, in the evening, the celebrities. They came to the restaurant because it had a reputation for pampering the entertainment industry's elite. Reservations were booked weeks in advance to accommodate them. In the few months Sally Ann had worked in Chez Pierre, she'd seated a Who's Who of "stars."
At first, the glamour and glitz left the small-town girl speechless and intimidated. But, as Jean-Claude had stressed when he'd hired Sally Ann, there was no place in his restaurant for inefficiency. Movie and theater moguls had to eat just like everyone else. So what if a business deal was made over a fifty-dollar filet mignon and creme brulee? Such conspicuous consumption no longer fazed her.
She was making good money at Chez Pierre, working hard for every cent. After her backroom tryst with Jean-Claude on the day he hired her, the debonair Frenchman left her alone. It was a relief not to have to worry that she'd jeopardized her job by fucking her boss. She'd gotten it over and done with on the first day. Better not to mix business with pleasure, she mused to herself. Besides it was not as if she was lacking companionship these days.
"Excuse me, young lady," a familiar deep voice intoned. "I was wondering if you could tell me where the men's room is. I need to yank my jack off."
A startled Sally Ann looked up from the reservation book and into the baby blues of Billy, her "escort" on the Amtrak.
"Oh, my gosh! Billy! I thought I'd never see you again."
Sally Ann was embarrassed. She'd never called Billy back after the one call she'd made to him at his office. And now, here he was in the flesh.
"Got yourself a good job at a great restaurant, I see."
"Well, I've had to make a lot of adjustments. That's one of the reasons I haven't stayed in touch. This city really makes a girl have to hustle-especially in a place like this. What are you doing here?"
"Business. I'm here with a client." Billy nodded in the direction of his table. Sally Ann was surprised to see that Billy's "client" was none other than Lilac Veracruz, a rising star who'd had several hit movies in the last year. "She's got money coming out of her ears and wants to invest some of it," Billy explained. "Chez Pierre happens to be one her favorite places to hang out when she's in New York. In fact, she shares a swanky penthouse apartment with Jean-Claude."
Sally Ann looked down at the reservation book. "I don't see either of your names. How did you sneak by me?"
"Lilac and Jean-Claude are what's the euphemism?-friends. They don't need reservations. Jean-Claude always makes certain there's a table open for Lilac."
"No way!"
"Way," Billy laughed. "Don't you read the tabloids? 'Restaurateur Engaged to Lusty Latina'. "
"Knock me over with a feather." No wonder Jean-Claude hasn't moved in on me. He's got his hands full with that one.
"Would you like me to introduce you?"
"I'd love to, but I'm stuck here. You can see how busy it is. Jean-Claude wouldn't be happy if he saw I was with his girlfriend."
"C'mon, just for a sec. She's a hot tamale," Billy said with a sly wink. "If you know what I mean."
"Well, all right, but just for a quick how-do-you-do."
Sally Ann grabbed a waiter to cover for her while she went to meet Lilac. Billy led her to his table.
The young investor made the introductions. Up close, Lilac was the exception to the rule: prettier and more seductive than she appeared on film. Her slip of a black dress revealed ample cleavage and plenty of thigh. But what really struck Sally Ann was Lilac's face. "Veracruz" implied she was of Latin ancestry. Yet, if anything, she looked all-American. Her porcelain skin and green cat eyes seemed not to be of this world. Try as she might, Sally Ann could not find a single blemish on her.
Either she's a natural beauty or she has a good makeup artist.
"How do you know Bill?" Lilac asked in her trademark throaty alto.
"I met him on the-"
Billy cut Sally Ann short. "Let's just say we were traveling companions for a while."
"I see," Lilac said, appraising Sally Ann. "Collecting frequent flier miles, I assume."
Sally Ann found her tone unnerving. She knows damn well how we met.
"Actually, it was on the Amtrak," Sally Ann said before Billy could hush her.
"Oh, like Strangers On a Train. Ever see that movie, Sally Ann? It's a classic."
Sally Ann didn't know why, but this lady was getting under her skin. "I'm afraid that movie was before my time."
From behind her, Lilac felt a pair of familiar hands rub Jjer shoulder. She turned around and saw Jean-Claude.
"Sally Ann, why aren't you at the door?"
"Billy wanted me to meet your girlfriend, Mr. Bouvier. I'm sorry; Billy insisted."
"And you know, Jean-Claude, the customer is always right," Billy said, giving Sally Ann a knowing look.
"So, everyone here knows each other?" Jean-Claude sensed that even if this trio didn't know each other intimately now, they would by evening's end. He bent to whisper something in Lilac's diamond-studded ear. She laughed wickedly.
"Well, I have to be getting back," Sally Ann excused herself. This "small world" encounter was making her uneasy. A hidden agenda seemed to be in the works. As she rose to leave, Lilac put her hand on Sally Ann's.
"Dear, we're all headed to that new nightclub, Atrocity. Why don't you join us when you get off? I'm sure Bill would love the company."
"Two's company, three's a crowd, and four's an orgy." Bill laughed at his own joke, his eyes burning more intensely into Sally Ann's. "Besides, you owe me one, Sally Ann. I chauffeured you to your apartment like a shepherd returning his little lost lamb."
Jean-Claude spied a nearby waiter. "Gerard, take over for Sally Ann." The waiter nodded obediently.
"We're leaving now?" Sally Ann felt under-dressed and ugly in the presence of Lilac. Her self-confidence was at a low ebb. Billy noticed her reticence.
"Relax," he advised. "Let your hair down. I'll take care of the rest."
What is "the rest"? she wondered. As if he'd read her mind, Billy put his hand on her thigh and squeezed gently but firmly.
For a city of eight million, New York was getting smaller by the day.