Chapter 2
THE PARTY
I sat motionless, feeling my ticker start pounding like a triphammer. I had heard about those parties. This was the first time I had ever been invited, and since it had happened right after I had asked him about the story, my nose started itching like hell. I was on to something, I was sure of it. I decided to play it cool.
"Party?" I answered. "Gee, I don't know Eddie. Wanda and I were supposed to get something to eat after. Guess maybe I could ask her though. She's invited too, isn't she?"
Pausing for a moment, Eddie nodded sort of reluctantly. I could tell that he wasn't exactly overjoyed at the idea of Wanda coming along. I was even more sure that Eddie had something up his sleeve.
"What about the new girl? She going to be there?"
"Naw! She split. Right after her act. Dizzy broad. Won't stick around and bull the customers. If she ain't such a groovy stepper, I don't even have her here." Snorting derisively, he went on. "Who needs shit like that? But 'the boys' been complainin' lately about the gross. Guess I gotta' do something to pick things up a bit. Looks like she can do it. So ... I put up with her; for now. But later...." Eddie paused and rubbed his knuckles. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to. I got the message loud and clear. I had always suspected that Eddie was a misogynist-a woman hater. It would fit.
"Well how about it, Johnny, baby?" he said, pulling himself away from his daydream. "You in?"
Again pausing before I answered, I finally nodded my head. What the hell. If even half of what I had heard about those parties were true, it could be a real interesting evening. Wanda wouldn't like it, but I knew I could get around her.
Wanda came back over to the table dressed in street clothes. Man, was she a knockout. Even after six months I still got hot just looking at her. Those big boobs of hers stuck out like bumpers on a mack truck. Wanda's miniskirt would have even gotten her thrown out of a Unitarian Church Social. Those drumstick legs of hers ... WOW! Even though she had already balled me twice, I felt my rod getting a little stiff. My mind raced over the idea of the party, and then locked onto what would happen if Wanda and I just split to her place. What a reporter won't give up for a lousy story. Taking a deep breath, I told her about it.
As expected, Wanda's eyes flashed. She had heard about the parties too, and she wasn't exactly jumping up and down with joy at the idea of turning me loose around all that snatch. When she had started for the table, Eddie had left. Wanda plopped down in the chair he had vacated, anger obvious on her face.
"Bullshit, Johnny, I'm tired. What's so important all of a sudden that you're making with the buddy-buddy bit for Eddie? I thought you felt the same way I do about the creep."
"Business, baby, business. I'm on to something, and I think Eddie knows something. Now do you think I would go to one of those lousy parties instead of taking you home, if it weren't important?" I punctuated my statement by reaching over and rubbing one of her nipples, grinning at her. That's the way it is with broads. You've got to make them feel wanted and important. If you didn't, they'd find someone who did.
Wanda just sat there, pouting. But as I felt her nipple beginning to swell, she glanced up at me through her eyelashes. Her face softened and she ran the tip of that wonderful tongue of hers over her lips. I had made the turn. She would go along.
"Johnny," Wanda breathed deeply. "Don't do that, at least not here. You know how that affects me. Johnny...." Wanda's breath was geting even louder, and her nipple was as big as a marble. I felt a stirring between my own legs, and stopped. If I kept on very much longer, I would forget all about the party.
Finishing my drink, I stood up and together we walked toward the door. I stopped long enough to get the address from Eddie. He said he would see us there later. He was counting up. The bartender, a thin faced guy who always seemed to look half-starved, looked hungrily at Wanda's tits. Let the son-of-a-bitch drool, I thought.
In the car, Wanda snuggled close, like she likes to do. The warmth of her lush body kept my motor running, and I almost regretted telling Eddie that I would come. But reviewing the strange details of the story in my head, I once again became anxious to get to the bottom of it.
Wanda nibbled at my ear. Her hand began making scintillating patterns on the inside of my thighs, and even through the thick material of my trousers her teasing movements began taking effect. That's the way it was with Wanda. She got close to me, and I felt like eating her up. Sure, I might look at other dames, but when it got right down to the nitty-gritty I wouldn't change Wanda for a thousand Sue Ann's. The thing about Wanda was that she did everything she did for my benefit. To tell the truth, I loved it. Wanda had distracted me so much that I had to slam on the brakes to keep from going through a red light. Lucky thing too, because there was a big car coming, and it just roared right on through the intersection. I got a brief glimpse of the driver; a woman with long blonde hair. I could have sworn it was Sue Ann.
"Johnny," Wanda breathed into my ear.
"Huh?"
"Promise me you won't fuck around at the party."
"Oh come off it doll. You know damned well that you are the only bird I'm interested in. To hear you tell it, you'd think that all I do is run around fucking chicks." Turning, I kissed her quickly.
"You probably do, you horny bastard," Wanda giggled. Then in a more serious tone, "I just better never catch you at it, buster. I'll put up with almost anything from you Johnny. I love you. But if I ever got wind that you were balling some other chick ... why ... I don't know what I'd do. Yes, I do. I'd catch you asleep, and cut the damned thing off. I would, Johnny. Really!"
Grinning, I kissed her again, a quick, noisy smack. Putting the car in gear again, I started off. Wanda was the kind of girl that would probably do just that. But in all honesty I can say that since the first time I balled her, I have never really looked too hard at another chick. When it comes to balling, Wanda is the greatest. There is nothing that she won't do to keep me happy, and let's face it. That's what counts.
Her hand was still moving, her fingertips making small circles that kept enlarging into bigger ones. So did my dick. Her warm hand rubbed across it, and the heat of it rushed through me like an electric current. I scooted myself down in the seat a little, and opened my legs a little more. I dug what she was doing, and it was a long way across town to the address Eddie had given me.
"There is one way you can make sure I don't get a roving eye."
"Ummm," Wanda purred saucily. "How?" But she knew how.
"Want me to tell you? Or can't you guess?"
"I haven't got the slightest idea," she answered innocently.
"Let me come in your mouth," I said woodenly. My own was dry as hell by now. Man, when Wanda gave a guy a blow job, he knew he had had a blow job. Out of sight!
The finger tips of her other hand caressed the back of my neck. I could feel the hair standing up back there, and my pecker jumped to full attention. At the same time, she was lightly scratching the head of it through my pants. Shit! If she didn't hurry up, I'd wind up coming right then and there. That late, there was barely any traffic at all.
Wanda's fingers began manipulating my zipper. She soon had my dick out, and was slowly pumping it up and down. She purred sexily in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. Man I was some kind of hot.
"Ouuu! My baby seems to have a problem," Wanda cooed.
I swallowed hard. She always fucked around like that first.
"Does my baby think Wanda's tongue can help his problem? Hummmm?"
I groaned, opening my legs wider. My shorts seemed suddenly about three sizes too small for my balls.
"Hummm?" Wanda repeated, letting the tip of her finger find the hole in the head of my cock. She scratched at it gently, and the sensations were driving me wild. My prick hurt so much it throbbed.
"Does baby want Wanda to run her pink little tongue in there? And when baby comes, does he want Wanda to put his meat as far into her mouth as she can, so his milk will go right down her throat? Hummmm?"
The tip of her finger was still working in the opening, and I moaned in delicious agony. If she didn't stop fucking around soon, I was going to stop and ram her head down on it myself.
"And while Wanda's tongue is doing beautiful things to him, does he want her to suck real hard on the head of it? Hummm? Is that what baby wants? For Wanda to run the tip of her pink little tongue all over him, and suck real, real, real hard?"
All the while she had been whispering in my ear, the warmth of her breath driving me wild. She jammed the tip of her tongue wetly into my ear then, squeezing my joint hard, and thrusting the sharp tip of her long fingernail deep into the small hole. It hurt, but I was so fucking hot by then I didn't give a shit. I almost lost control of the car.
"Goddamn you Wanda," I said hoarsely, my voice cracking.
Pulling her tongue out of my ear, she just giggled. Then adjusting herself in the seat, she leaned over my lap. I pushed myself back into the seat, then deciding that she still wouldn't have enough room, reached down and pulled the catch at the side of the seat. The whole front seat slipped backwards, leaving plenty of room for Wanda's head between me and the steering wheel.
Holding my shaft at the root, Wanda teasingly blew on the tip of my cock. I couldn't stand much more of her fooling around. Then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my cockhead, and grasped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white.
She lightly ran the tip of her tongue all over the blood gorged tip, at last coming to the small opening on top. The tip dipped into that and I lurched upwards. I heard Wanda giggle again, then felt her lips sliding over the super sensitive surface; taking as much of it into her mouth as she could without pulling the tip of her tongue out of the hole. I was groaning regularly now, trying to shove my hips upward. I slowed the car. When Wanda was sucking my dick, I didn't want anything else on my fevered mind. She was terrific.
At last she let the tip out of its hole, and gradually took all she could into her hot orifice. At the same time she rapidly brushed her entire tongue wetly over the head, causing me almost excruciating agony. But the agony was such that I was more than willing to endure it. The hotness of her breath only made the sweetness that much more enjoyable. My eyes seemed to cloud up, and I slowed the car even more.
Wanda settled into a steady up and down bobbing of her head. Each time she would withdraw my meat, she would tighten her jaw muscles, and at the same time start sucking as hard as she could. The effect on me was devastating.
The car had slowed to a crawl, and I was thrusting my hips up at her wildly. I was so excited that I only remember that I yelled loudly once, and taking one hand off the steering wheel, put it on Wanda's head. Each time she would try to pull up, milking my heat as she did so, I couldn't control myself and tried to hold her head down on me. Naturally I lost the battle, and it didn't take long before I felt the hot lava boiling up inside me. I was ready to come.
Hearing my loud groans get even louder, Wanda started moving her head all that much faster. Each time she rammed my cock into her mouth she licked at its head swiftly, then let the tingling mass of nerve endings pass on through into the deeper regions of her mouth. On the way out, she allowed the edges of her teeth to scrap along the sides just enough to remind me of how vulnerable my manhood was right then.
When I came, I yelled as loud as I could. Wanda always went crazy when I started shooting my come in her mouth. She would catch just a little of the cream on her tongue, then wash the overheated knob with it. It would always drive me right up the wall, and I would wind up alternately begging her to stop, then to never stop. The car veered off sharply, heading for a lamppost. I couldn't care less. I had died and was now in heaven, and the only thing that would ever matter to me again was the delightfully wonderful things Wanda was doing to me with that educated tongue of hers.
The first hot jet landed right on Wanda's tongue, she later told me. Rubbing that back over the head of my dick, she at the same time started jacking me off as fast as she could; alternately sucking and beating. Wad after wad of thick cream ejaculated from my cock into Wanda's waiting mouth, and with each spurt I would thrust myself into her as deep as I could.
As I had started coming, a million suns exploded and I couldn't see anything. I let go of the wheel, placing both hands on her head raving all the while, and trying to keep her head buried over my joint. At the same time I managed to have enough presence of mind to take my foot completely off the gas, thus slowing the car considerably. After all, I didn't want to run into something and cause Wanda to bump her head on the steering wheel. She just might forget herself and wind up wounding my pride and joy with those sharp molars of hers. Talk about disaster? Man, like that would be a catastrophy; for me.
Wanda drank long and deep of my come. She milked me dry and then kept on insisting that I give up more. At last I was completely drained and just at the right moment regained my lost sight. I was less than five feet away from the post, and still moving. Gently I touched the Power Brakes, and the car eased to a standstill, less than a foot away. Wanda was slowly squeezing her hand up over the shaft, trying to force anything that was left out of my tube. When her clenched fist reached the back of the head of my joint, she applied so much pressure sucking at it that it started to be uncomfortable. She was determined that not a single molecule was going to get away from her.
Wanda released her iron grip on my pole, and after jabbing the tip of her tongue into the enlarged hole a few times, released it and started to raise her pretty Utile head. The smile on her lips told how pleased she was with herself. All I could do was sit where I was at and tremble, trying desperately to catch my breath. Shoving the gear shift into park, I leaned my head back on the seat, closed my eyes, and watched the pretty multicolored stars exploding in my head. Gradually I began to come down enough so that when I swallowed, I didn't almost choke on it. Wanda was great! No, terrific! No, not even that. She was simply the most fantastic dick-licker that I have ever met.
My hands trembled as I lit cigarettes for both of us. Wanda just sat by me smiling. She always did that after she had sent me out into orbit. The little bitch knew she was good, and she reveled in it. I knew she was good and agonized over it. The more I saw of her, the more I wanted to. The vixen had me hooked and good.
Calming, I backed up, and started for the address Eddie had given me. Gamely I tried to carry on a flippant conversation with Wanda, but my voice was so unsteady that it cracked. At last I just gave up and drove the rest of the way in silence.
Once we got there, I was lucky enough to find a parking place right away. Being careful to lock the car, I took Wanda's arm, and steered her into the lobby. It was one of those large, new, expensive, co-op apartments on the East Side. The people who lived there paid more per year for their apartments than I made, I reflected sardonically. An elevator-operator-door-guard eyed us suspiciously. When I failed to come across with the usual fiver before I told him where we were going, he eyed me even more suspiciously; throwing in a slight sneer for flavoring.
Apparently the party was being well attended, he didn't even bother announcing us on the intercom. The elevator lifted skyward rapidly, and in seconds he let us off on the 37th floor. As I led the way out, I let Wanda's right tit brush against his arm, then grinned to myself as he rolled his eyes. The bastard. If anything ever happened in this building worth writing a story about, I'd make damn sure his name was spelled wrong. He didn't even notice the hard look I gave him. He was too busy watching Wanda's ass wiggle down the hallway.
There was no doubt about where the party was being held. The noise could be heard all the way to the elevator. Although I had the apartment number, I didn't need it. As we got nearer the party, the din was so loud I wondered why the neighbors weren't complaining. Then I saw that the door was open, thus letting us hear it more clearly. The way these buildings were built, if the door had been closed, you probably couldn't hear a thing.
No one stood guard at the door as I had half-expected. Wanda and I just wandered in. The racket was almost deafening. The room was crowded; at least fifty people. The mixture was pretty evenly balanced, with a few more dames than guys. All the cunt was young, choice, and lovely. Against one wall a bar had been set up, and we headed for that.
The bartender barely acknowledged my drink order, but he fixed them fast. It was obvious that he had been at these bashes before. A real professional. I liked him right away. Anyone good at what they did, even if it was sweeping up, I liked. Making a mental note to drop some bread on the cat before we split, I turned and surveyed the group.
With a few exceptions, the men were mostly middle-aged. There were also a few older dames, although the way they had taken care of themselves it was hard to judge their ages. Their figures were all superb, their clothing expensive, and their hairstyles a work of art. They smelled like money, with a capital "M."
A vast, portly man headed in our direction, bearing down on us like a locomotive. He took both Wanda and I in, in one quick glance, and the sure way he looked made me vaguely uncomfortable. He was, without doubt, the "Big Boy" throwing this shindig. He looked like power, and the way he carried himself didn't change that any. He was sure of himself, and what he was going to do. Even as big as he was, he moved with surprising grace and speed. I put on my best smile, then sweat began to pop out as I wondered, too late, if I had come all over my fucking pants.
"Well, well," the fat man boomed. "So glad you could make it Mr. Bartley. And, your most charming companion too. Welcome! I see you already have a drink. There is a buffet on the other side of the room if you would care for anything to eat. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know. My pleasure, I assure you. My pleasure."
As he had spoke he had grabbed both our arms at the elbow, and seemed to draw us into him. I could see why he had made it so big. The man was overpowering, with one of the most vigorous personalities I had ever seen. I had been stunned when he called me by name. He had spoken so solidly, yet smoothly, that neither of us had had a chance to say a word before he disengaged himself from us, ponderously promenading over to a knot of people nearby. He had left the weight of his presence behind him. Sipping her drink, Wanda, her gaze still on the retreating back of our greeter, asked me who he was.
"Don't know," I answered, sipping my own drink, finding it just right. Just had to remember to lay some bread on that bartender.
"Well, he seemed to know you," Wanda persisted. "Sure you don't know him? I mean, it's kind of strange isn't it for someone to greet you, and you not even know who they are."
"Yea, I guess so. But you know how it is. Meet a lot of people in this business. Hell, I can't remember them all." Hoping that that would hold Wanda for awhile, I studied the other guests.
They were pretty much what you would expect to find at a party like this. Well-dressed, affluent, carefree. I recognized a few faces. The aide to the Mayor was among them. He of course would be there. When election time came around, it took money. These people had it, and to keep things in his Honor's favor, the smiling, charming, helpful, everpresent aide earned his paycheck.
Although I had heard the music, I just then spotted the band. They were grinding out a popular ballad, and there were even a few people dancing. Most though were just standing around talking, with a drink in their hand. I observed that the fat man was by the improvised band stand, and the leader was leaning over, listening to something he was saying. Nodding his head, the bandleader looked at his watch, the nodded his head again. He went back to blowing his saxophone, and the fat man disappeared from my view.
Wanda was talking to a guy pretty much in his cups. Seeing that she would be all right for awhile, I squeezed her arm, indicating that I was going to circulate for awhile. She didn't look too happy about it, but she nodded anyway. Heading in the general direction of the buffet, I was stopped short by a tall, volumptuous redhead. She was no more than twenty-one, if even that, and the dress she had on looked as if it had been built around her.
"Hi!" she said, displaying perfect teeth when she smiled. "I haven't seen you before. You just get here?"
"Yea," I managed to answer. In the titty department, Red was almost as good as Wanda. I wondered what they would taste like.
"I haven't been here too long myself," she continued, shifting herself so that I got a better look at her tits. "I've been looking for the bar."
Remembering that I had left Wanda at the bar, and not wanting to let this delightful hunk of womanhood go, I suggested something to eat instead. I already knew what I wanted to eat. Her!
"Well, all right. First though, let me have a sip of yours. You have no idea of how dry I am."
Red didn't know it, but I would have let her have anything she asked me for. And, a few things she might not ask for. Handing her my glass, I took her by the arm, steering her in the direction the fat man had alleged the buffet to be. Reaching it, I took two plates, filled them with a wide variety, then looked about for some place to sit. An open door caught my eye. Motioning to it, I led the way, and Red followed close behind. Her perfume had made my dizzy, and in spite of already making it three times that night, I felt my meat jumping.
The open door led into an anteroom. Surprisingly, it was empty. Setting the plates down, I quickly closed it to give us a chance to be alone. She eyed me with an amused expression, then handed my glass back to me, empty. Sitting it on the table, I handed her one of the plates. Damned if I was going to split and leave her for someone else to find.
"What's your name?" I asked, nibbling on a radish.
"Ellen," she answered, munching a cheese covered cracker. "What's yours'? I don't seem to remember ever seeing you at one of J.B.'s parties before."
"Johnny. Johnny Bartley. I'm a newspaperman," I answered her. Boy was she stacked. J.B.? That must be the big man, I theorized. "I just came tonight. A friend invited me."
"Oh. I saw you talking to J.B. earlier. You were with that nice looking little girl. The one with the ... er, how shall I say it?"
"Big boobs?" I grinned at her, letting my gaze fall to her cleavage.
"If you insist," she laughed. I liked the way she laughed. It made me all tight inside.
"You are not exactly a light weight yourself," I commented, putting my plate down and moving in on her.
"Now Mr. Bartley," she countered, deftly getting up and avoiding my grasp. "I do think that we should be getting back to the others. After all, what would J. B. say if he were to come in. It would be rather rude, don't you think?"
I wanted to tell her that I thought it was pretty fucking rude of her to give me a dose of the stones, then flit away. Instead, I sighed heavily, rose, and followed her to the door. Once there she turned quickly, gave me a brushing kiss on the lips, reached down and squeezed my cock. Then she flung open the door, and was gone. I just stood there, tingling. The tingling stopped, and the anger set in.
A motherfucking prick teaser! That's what she was. Just another tool-titillating bitch. And just like a fool I had walked right into it. I deserved to have my ass kicked. Shaking my head, I consoled myself by telling my ego that that was what I got for fucking around with other broads. What did I need them for? I had one of the best chicks in town.
I could see her wiggling through the crowd, her red hair piled high like a rooster's comb. J.B. suddenly loomed up in front of her, and they started talking. Shrugging my shoulders, I started off in the opposite direction. I hoped my face wasn't too red; the pig had gotten me worked up pretty good. Fuck her. Snorting, I reminded myself that that was exactly what I had had in mind.
Looking around I recognized several faces. There was Doctor Snyder, a leading gynecologist. Doctor Morton, a psychiatrist, was also there. When I saw Doctor Martin, a well known neurologist, I got worried that this might be an A.M.A. meeting. All were well known, well to do, and newsworthy. My reporter's mind started working. The chick on the society column might be plenty pleased if I gave her a nice little package like this. Could make me a lot of points with her. What the hell. That was how it worked. You did a favor for someone, and they did one for you.
Seeing Jock Henderson, a reporter on a competition paper, I waved my hand. But neither of us tried to strike up a conversation. That was the way it was. In a business as fiercely competitive as the newspaper business, you just didn't get too chummy with your competition. There were more than one ex-newsmen who could testify to the wisdom of that.
At last giving up, I made my way back to the bar. Wanda was no where in sight. I wasn't worried though. She sometimes would wander off like that. But she never went very far. I motioned to the barkeep, and soon sipped a fresh drink. Just had to remember to lay it on that chap. Mixed one hell of a good drink.
I decided to relax a little. Why not? The booze was expensive, the broads nice to look at, and the music soft. I didn't get to mix in this kind of company very often. Might as well make the opportunity pay off. Taking another sip of the drink, I glanced toward the door.
Eddie was just coming in. One of the organization gorillas was with him, a guy named Vito. I'd seen him around. The cops had tried to pin a Murder One on him about a year ago. Like everything else, the organization's machinery soon succeeded in making all the evidence they had simply disappear. Files got lost, fingerprint cards evaporated, witness lost their memories, and certain judges suddenly began to worry deeply about the legality of the way any evidence that did remain had been gathered. Vito had given the homicide boys the horse laugh as he had swaggered out of the Tombs.
A big man, over six feet and weighing a good two-twenty-five, Vito was without a doubt one of the ugliest human beings I had ever seen before in my entire life. His face looked kind of like someone had run over it with a meat-grinder-more than once. His nose had been broken so many times it zigzagged. His full lips were locked in a perpetual sneer. His dark, wavy hair hung down over a low brow, almost touching his craggy eyebrows. He wore his hair long, as was the style, and it helped cover his cauliflowered ears. His torso resembled a large barrel, and was supported by short, stubby legs. All in all, Vito was one mean hombre. The best advice you could give an enemy was ... tangle with him.
Spying me, Eddie headed in my direction, followed by Vito. I wished they hadn't. After Red had given me the hots, I had sort of lost my appetite for anything except a little hooch, then home to bed with a warm, hot pussy. Preferably Wanda. I wondered then where she had disappeared to. It wasn't like her to be gone so long.
"Well I see ya made it," Eddie said. He waved his hand at the bartender and was immediately presented with a glass of water. Vito asked for whiskey, straight. It fit.
"Enjoyin' yourself?" Eddie asked.
"So far. Not much happening though. From what I had heard, I expected a lot more. Hell, I've been to livelier church socials."
Eddie snorted. "Easy pally. The fun ain't started yet. Wait 'til J.B. gets ready, then you're gonna see sumppin'. I mean, really see sumppin'. By the way pally," Eddie said, lowering his voice and moving closer. "You unnerstan' this is all off the record. Right?"
I nodded my head, staring into my glass gloomily. Well, so much for making points with the broad in the society beat. I should have known it though. Shindigs like this were always off the record. The people here were big, with a capital "B." Everyone knew they were doing it, but no one ever admitted it. Finishing my drink, I handed it back to my buddy the bartender. What the hell, might as well get something out of it.
The band gave a blaring introduction, jarring me out of my self pity. Looking up, I saw that a couple of guys I recognized as pals of Vito's had closed the door. J.B. in the meantime had climbed up on the bandstand, aided by the bandleader, and was holding his hands up for quiet. His permanent smile, frozen on his face as usual, for some reason irritated the hell out of me. I realized then that I was getting just a little tight. Had to watch myself. I looked around for Wanda. Where the fuck was that broad anyway?
"Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen," J.B. boomed out. "I'm so pleased that you could make my little party tonight. Especially since I know how boring they must be." That bit got a healthy chorus of titters. The crowd moved closer.
"I trust everyone is taken care of in the food and drink department?" No one said anything, but several people nodded their heads. I couldn't help comparing them to trained seals.
"Good! Now then, it is time for us to get on with tonight's entertainment. I have engaged a lovely pair of dancers I think you will find most amusing. After that," J. B. paused and glanced about the room before continuing. "I have a very interesting surprise for you. I assure you that you won't be disappointed."
Stepping forward, J.B. reached out and was helped from the bandstand. As he got down, the lights in the large room began to dim, and at the same time some large curtains that I had thought to be a wall began parting, revealing another large stage. The stage was empty except for a large, round bed and the statue of a man. Peering closer, I realized that the molded image had a tremendous hard-on, and that on the hard-on had been placed a french-tickler; short, stubby, little prongs glued to an ordinary rubber. It made the false dingus look like a medieval war club. Three spot lights lighted the stage. One focused on the bed, which was covered with a shining satin bedspread. Another was on the statue, and the third raced about the stage as if looking for something.
The band began an African beat, low, steady, pleasantly sensuous. The lights of the room were completely out now, and the only illumination came from the stage. The beat began to get steadily louder, and the moving beam moved faster. My own ticker caught on, and I forgot about Wanda. Something was about to happen, and I didn't want to miss anything.
The beacon finally settled into a bouncing steadiness, focused on one of the curtains leading off stage. The beat of the band kept getting louder. Hundreds of large, overstuffed lounging pads were being passed about. I didn't see where they came from, but when one finally came my way, I grabbed it and sat down. Most of the people had already done that. The pillow was deep and comfortable. I wished Wanda were beside me.
I had forgotten about Eddie and Vito, until Eddie jabbed me in the ribs. When I looked at him, he just winked, then looked back at the stage. I also saw Vito's face, pasty looking in the light from the stage. He looked even scarier than usual. I looked back to the platform.
A girl, small and petite, suddenly burst out into the middle of the scene. She had moved so fast that she was already there before most of the people were aware where she came from. She was completely naked. My dick jumped at the sight of her lithe, well-muscled, trim form. She had been coated with something so her body shone; giving a scintillating brilliance as she moved.
The girl began to move. Slowly at first, keeping time with the music. Then she impelled herself faster, and the beat quickened. She started a slow, deliberate, sensuous dance about the male effigy, moving her arms like a snake dancer. I was enthralled.
The girl was one of the tiniest I had ever seen. Her body was absolute perfect in every detail. The firm, upthrust breasts were dotted with exquisite nipples that were taut and pointing. The waist was so small that I could have easily encased it in my hands. Yet, her muscular physique gave the undeniable impression of enormous strength. The combination just didn't seem to fit. She was all woman, attested to by her hairless cunt. Her pretty face was framed by dark brown hair, cut short. Effortlessly she moved about the stage, her muscles rippled powerfully and at the same time seductively.
Being fair to myself, I gave part of the seductive credit to the fact she was dancing around a nude statue with an enormous hard-on.
She was standing next to the statue now, her fingers caressing it. Slowly she worked her way down until she was almost touching the jutting dong, then she lept skillfully away, as if trying to avoid being captured. Speeding across the room, she jumped onto the huge bed in a swan dive, then lay still.
The beam that had been following her shifted. A man, a large, black giant, stepped onto the platform then. He had one of the biggest pricks hanging between his legs that I had ever seen on a man. There were several audible gasps from the feminine guests, and to tell the truth, if I had been a broad I'd have probably gasped to. He could have done justice to a mare.
The Black had a long, snake-like whip in his hand, and he popped it threateningly in the direction of the minikin. In turn, she cringed, a look of fear and horror on her lovely face. The black took another step forward, his prod swaying like a tassel. Again his lash hummed through the air, ending in a loud crack, this time much closer. The girl shrieked in terror, and moved further away, holding out her hands as if trying to protect herself.
The giant took another step, and again his tool waved, the whip sang, and the vacuum exploded at its tip; the sound reverberating about the room. The beat of the drum was increasing to a fever pitch now. Great beads of sweat showed clearly on the Black's ebony skin, and the girl's body shimmered ever brighter each time she moved. I became aware that I was perspiring also. Shit it had gotten hot in there all of a sudden. I loosened my tie, at the same time taking a deep swallow of my drink, never letting my gaze leave the drama unfolding before me.
Time and again the Black let the whip sing out, getting closer each time. Jesus! I couldn't believe that he would actually hit her with that damn thing. Man, oh man, but would that bullwhip cut meat. Just tike steak on a chopping block.
The girl, real fear showing in her eyes, dashed here and there about the stage. Even as the movements seemed helter-skelter, at the same time they were perfectly coordinated and exactly in time with the music. This alone made everyone realize that it was just a dance, yet the menacing way the black man wielded the whip gave the same amount of doubt. How could anything so real be faked so convincingly? The tempo of the music heightened.
The look of consternation increased in the young broad's face as the Black systematically got closer and closer to her. There was no other place for her to hide except to get behind, then in front of, the statue with the jutting dingus. Only then did I note that the image was gradually revolving. The movement was so slight that had I not taken such pains to study it before, I wouldn't have noticed that it had changed positions.
The Black now had her hiding in front of the man-object. She alternately peered at him from first one, then the other side. Her cunt was less than a foot away from the artificial cock. The wild, insane beating of the drum grew louder; and even wilder. The whip cracked again. Vociferously, the shrill scream split the electrified air. He had hit her. A short, red gash appeared just above her shoulder blades; followed by a small, thin, crimson trickle. The lash screeched through the air again; this time finding nothing but empty air. The terrified girl screamed again anyway. I was petrified. I couldn't move. It was as if I were in another world, and that this really wasn't happening. A drop of bright, red blood splashed onto the glimmering satin bed covering. I felt my stomach lurch.
In spite of the soporific effect of the action, the harshness of the breathing next to me attracted my attention. Turning my head slightly, I saw Eddie's face; lit up like a Christmas tree and perspiring profusely. His beady eyes glistened brightly, and his mouth was twisted into a ecstatic grin. His chest was heaving; I realized that the son-of-a-bitch was coming in his pants. He was loving it.
On stage, the Black popped the whip viciously. In trying to escape it, the girl had accidentally (?) impaled herself on the false dong. The head, plus a good two inches of the prickly prick had found its way into her slit, and she was wiggling in a vain attempt to unhinge herself from the stake. All the while the giant was cracking the whip about her.
Another stentorian screech rent the air. The guy had cut through her right buttock. Another red gash appeared, followed closely by free flowing blood. At the same time, she was forced forward on the thorny rod; burying another three inches into her small cunt. I could just imagine how she felt.
She kept looking over her shoulder at the Black. He was still swinging the whip relentlessly; striking dangerously close to her. I knew that she could feel the breeze as the tip passed close to her ass. In a desperate effort to escape, she had no alternative except to push herself forward on the cock. The further it went in, the wider she spread her legs. Finally it was all the way in her, and she had herself wrapped around the rigid effigy.
Still the lash sang out. The Black was moving from side to side now, aiming carefully, just barely missing her ass. The girl was humping herself onto the dong in a frenzy now; twisting and turning her ass every which way, doing anything to avoid the stinging bite of the whip's tip. The cock, complete with french tickler, was buried deep inside her.
Thrashing about wildly, her arms and legs wrapped tightly about the statue, the girl shrieked once again as the cruel ribbon found its mark. As the thin crimson cut began to trickle blood, I wondered how they could get any young girl to go through that. It was the wildest thing that I had ever seen before in my life. Not only was she getting her ass beaten, but she was impaled on one of the biggest flanged peckers I had ever seen. And from the way she was bouncing around on that thing, I knew that it wouldn't be long before she popped her cookies. Shit! I wished I had Wanda beside me.
Thinking of her, I looked around quickly, trying to spot her. She was nowhere to be seen. My gaze quickly returned to the stage as I heard the girl crying and moaning loudly. Yep! She was getting it off all right. Man was my dick up tight. Where the fuck was Wanda any way?
Finally the girl slumped. Her toes just barely touched the floor, and the giant's lash snaked out again; this time finding its mark. She screamed loudly, then weakly dragged herself off the impaling instrument she had jammed into herself. Freeing herself, she began dancing wildly about the stage again. The giant began cornering her, finally forcing her to the bed. She collapsed on it; staining it red in several places as her wounds touched the white satin. She rolled about, dodging the biting whip; whimpering and begging loudly that she be spared. The giant's face remained impassive, and he swung his whip untiringly. God, what a show.
Sobbing, the girl finally sagged, too tired to strain any more. Dropping the lash, the giant approached her. As he did so, his cock began taking on shape; swaying from side to side as he moved. Man what a joint. That bastard would make a mare whinny with delight.
It was obvious what he was going to do. He was going to fuck the girl. Just the thought of watching him ram that battering ram he called a prick into her made my mouth go dry. It wouldn't go. It couldn't. No cunt could take anything like that.
Suddenly the girl stopped sobbing. Her eyes opened wide. She watched with open horror as he came closer, his rod getting bigger with every step. She tried to edge herself away from him. By now even I could see that she was really scared. Shit! She had to be. No broad could even think about taking something like that without getting shook up. Where the fuck was Wanda?
The girl made a desperate, but futile, effort to wiggle herself free. Moving with exceptional agility, the giant grabbed her, pinning her effectively to the bed. She struggled with all her might, and I could see him grinning down at her. It was no use. She was no match for his brute strength. He was only toying with her; like a cat with a mouse. She was completely at his mercy. Still, she fought with all the strength in her young, well-shaped body. It just wasn't enough.
Fascinated, I watched with undisguised awe as he pinned her to the bed, then methodically forced her legs apart. Damn me for a depraved lecher, but I wanted to see him ram that thing in her. I knew that it had to be part of the act. Crap! Anyone knew that it had to be an act. Didn't it? Where the fuck was that goddamn Wanda?
After forcing her legs apart, the Black got both his arms under the backs of her knees. Raising his shoulders, he forced her legs back and up; effectively opening her slit wide for whatever he had in mind. His dick, completely hard and protruding obscenely in front of him, was absolutely enormous. Looking around, I could see that several of the girls present had their hands under their elegant evening dresses. I really couldn't blame them: I had no doubt that Wanda was probably doing the same thing. I had a momentary pang of wild jealousy. Fuck that cunt all to hell and back. Where was she when I needed her the most? Just like a dame! Fuck 'em all.
I couldn't help giggling to myself as I realized that was exactly what I wished I could do. Fuck 'em all! Christ, but was I ever worked up. I had seen a lot for my tender years, but never anything like this.
Having completely pinned her, the giant began thrusting his hips forward. The huge, ebony knob made contact with her open slit, and the girl went into another series of wild, frantic, convulsive, thrashing motions; again to no avail. I could hear her now pleading vociferously with the giant not to fuck her. Man, what an act.
Looking at the size of the Black's cock, then at the relative smallness of the girl's cunt, I had trouble convincing myself that it was an act. But hell man, I told myself. It had to be an act. The man had thrust his hips forward just then, and the big point disappeared from view; accompanied by a loud, mournful cry of anguish. A loud gasp of disbelief, coupled with depraved pleasure, rose up from the crowd. Most of the sound had a feminine tone to it.
Again the Black rammed himself forward, and still more of the dark meat disappeared into his pale-skinned victim. She cried out again, and I clearly heard the Black laugh lustily. He rammed into her again; burying still more of his immense prick deep inside her horribly stretched cunt.
A little over half of his dong was in her now. She lay there helpless, her legs thrown back over her head, her cunt opened wide and fully exposed to view. Everyone had a perfect line of sight, and could see his big balls hanging down, while the big tube was sunk into her solidly. The hands under the evening dresses were moving all that much faster now. The broads in the audience were sure as hell enjoying it, even if the girl with the huge thing in her cunt wasn't. What the hell, I thought to myself. It was all an act. She had probably had that cock in her so many times she recognized every pimple on it.
The Black began rocking back and forth now, fucking her badly used pussy with a purpose. Each time he would drive himself forward, more of his dong would sink into her. He fucked her faster and faster, and everyone there could hear his deep, throaty, animal grunts. Still more of his cock drove into her.
He was fucking her frantically now; sinking it into her almost to the hilt, then quickly withdrawing all but the head. It was obvious that it wouldn't be long before he shot his load deep inside her. It also was obvious that several of the cunt in the audience had already popped their jollies. They were leaning back, their mouths open, eyes shut, pumping away at themselves in a frenzy. I could have strangled that fucking Wanda right then. I needed her more than I had ever needed her, and where was she? Damned if I knew. Off playing fuck-fuck some where. Shit!
The guy on stage was really pouring it to her now. He would drill his cock deep into her; getting sonorous shrieks in reponse. She bucked wildly under his slashing assault, trying desperately to avoid being impaled by his huge dong. The false prick of the statue had been only a warm up compared to this. Even the thorny rubber that had been on it must have felt comfortable compared to what was going on in her slit now.
Suddenly, the girl's cries of pain were replaced by definite moans of excited passion. Instead of bucking away from the Black, she began thrusting up to him; purring loudly and stage-whispering pleas for him to prong her harder. Man, oh man! That bitch was beginning to really dig it. Where the fuck was Wanda?
Then the two of them were thrusting simultaneously; bouncing and pounding each other. They seemed to be all over the stain-covered bed at the same time, unable to stop, yet, physically inconceivable that they should continue.
A shrill groan of passion emitted from the girl, accompanied by repeated grunts and shouts of fulfillment from the man as he drove his instrument solidly into her; falling at last into a series of short, violent humps. It was all over. Everything was still. Not a sound was heard. Even the pulsating drum was silent. The lights began to dim slowly, then everything was dark.
Shit! What a show.
Where the fuck was Wanda? Man when I got my hands on that cunt, I was gonna ... well, anyway, something or the other.