Chapter 16
Andy staggered slightly as he walked but, by God, he was able to walk. It was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was dazzling. He would have loved to have gone out to the pool and sack out until dark, eat a raw steak, and then fall into bed-to sleep-for sixteen hours.
The Blairs had finally finished with him, fed him a light lunch and a drink, and allowed him to leave Cabana 3-A. He would probably see them again, but he wasn't certain how soon. Meanwhile, he had to save his life by relaxing for a time. But it wasn't possible to sack out for long because he had to get back to Phoenix. Gloria was probably cooling her heels in the airport right this moment.
Gloria.
Andy hurried across the grounds of the hotel and let himself into his small room. It wasn't fancy after the cabana, but it wasn't crowded. He was alone here and the other place had been crowded with Blairs.
He went straight to the telephone, picked it up and talked to the hotel operator. In a couple of minutes he could hear it ringing.
"Hello." The voice wasn't as warm as it had been.
"Gloria, it's me."
"Where the hell are you?"
I'm still on the Coast"
"Andy, if you leave me waiting at the altar I'll never speak to you again."
"Keep your shirt on. I'll be home tonight. I promise this time."
"You've been promising me things since last night and I promised you something. But if you make me wait any longer you may not get it"
"What?" His interest was aroused, but only vaguely.
"You'll find out I've got to see you getting off that plane in Phoenix before you'll know."
"Okay, tonight for sure." He paused. T ... um had to talk things over with Acme Marine again. I think they might have been getting cold feet"
Gloria sounded alarmed. "The deal's still on, isn't it? I mean I told Mr. Pratt what a wonder boy you are and all. He's got the champagne on ice down here at the office."
Tell him to keep it there. Everything's okay. No problems. I'm going to get a short nap, have dinner and then fly out" He picked up a flight schedule from the coffee table. "Like the at 8:30 tonight I'll be home in time to tuck you in."
The 113 flight All right I'll meet you and, about that tucking in. You're getting close to guessing my surprise."
He pretended to pant and she hung up on him. He at once called the airline and waited while a recording told him all the lines were busy. As he waited he heard the soft tap on the door to his room.
He frowned. Who the hell? He then shrugged. "Come on in, if s open."
The door swung and in stepped the maitre d', the super tall blonde he'd met the night before at the entrance to the restaurant She was dressed in the Polynesian outfit she'd had on then and she looked terrific.
He looked her up and down. Now, what the hell was her name? She must have seen him frown for she mouthed the word to him almost without a sound.
"Dawn."
He nodded and waved at the door and she closed it behind herself. Then she leaned against it her hands behind her on the knob and one knew thrust forward to appear through a slit in her skirt It was a wraparound outfit that looked as though it would slip off very easily.
He measured her. Almost six feet very fair, white skin, dazzlingly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Blue eyes that radiated a vamp look. The body looked wonderful. She was barefoot and her ankles and calves looked great-meaty and strong. Her arms looked as though they could squeeze, too. Her lips were full and pouting and the eyes shot sparks. Not bad for a hotel employee.
Andy found himself staring and his mind began to race. Christ, don't make me have to do it all over again, he thought. I'm out of it now. Still, she was an exciting woman and she'd given him a fair promise the evening before.
"I don't go to work for two hours," she purred as she left the door and came toward him.
He waved at her, holding the telephone as though it were something he could use to defend himself. He listened and thankfully a living voice came on.
"Hello, I want to change my Phoenix flight. From 118 to 113."
"Your name, please."
Andy stared at the leggy blonde. Christ, Polynesian women should be so lucky to look that good. "Your name please."
"Huh?"
"Please, sir, I've got to have your name."
He thought furiously for a moment and then he remembered what he was doing. He even came up with his name. He waited while he heard computers whirl and then she was back on the line.
"Very good sir, you're confirmed on flight 113 to Phoenix at 8:30 p.m. tonight. Happy landings, sir."
"Yeah, sure...."
He dropped the phone and Dawn leaned over to pick it off the table and place it on its cradle. Then she straightened and their eyes locked for a full minute.
"Dawn," he said woodenly.
"That's right." Then she made a face. "My God, if you don't remember me I'm dead."
"I remember you. You gave me a good table."
The Amazon sighed with relief. "Yes, good enough that you found some new friends in a hurry. Where did you go with that little family group?"
"Huh?"
"I said what happened to you? I thought we might have had a late date, but you didn't show."
"Oh. Uh ... we went to their cabana for a nightcap. I guess we got to talking and it got late. I'm sorry. But they were nice people."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Good looking women, I'll say that Their old man is a lucky cuss, but how can he satisfy that bulldozer of a wife? And I'll bet they've both got to keep that daughter locked up. She's loaded, for a kid-Andy smiled with an effort "Yeah, I guess you're right They're a lively group."
"Speaking of lively," Dawn continued, "I told you I have two hours. What are you going to do about it?"
"Do?"
"Look, caveman, you seem sort of droopy-eyed, but that's all right I promise to wake you up. Can I stick around for fun and games or not?" She shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "You don't allow a lady to keep much of her pride."
He shrugged. What the hell. "Anything you want to do, well ... I'm game. But I make you no promises. I haven't had a chance to get much ... rest since last night"
Dawn cocked her head and he was enjoying the thrust of her breasts against that sexy outfit "What did go on in that cabana? Don't tell me they were kinky."
"All right, I won't tell you." She stepped close and brushed his lips with her own. "Screw them. I'm interested in us, honey. Come on, look for my magic knot"
"Magic knot?"
She stepped back and lifted her arms over her head. It was a strapless outfit and he knew it wouldn't take much to unroll it. A single knot someplace. He sighed and stepped close to her again.
"Blondie, you're going to have to do almost everything. I'm out of gas."
"Shit," she snapped, but she wasn't really mad. He figured her for a take-charge type anyhow.
So she fiddled at her hip for a moment and then it happened. The dress fell down to the floor in less than five seconds and the lovely maitre d' was wearing nothing under it. She was instantly wearing nothing at all. Hands still over her head, she did a little turn for him.
"Like me?"
His prick liked her. At once it came up and she looked down to see the tent in his pants. "Goody, you are going to participate."
She came to him, breasts swaying, hips weaving their spell She had a wonderful full body, a powerful body. No weak women in this Goddamned hotel, boy, I'll tell you. Right away she jerked off his jacket and shirt and then she was hauling off his shoes and socks. His shorts came next and-presto!-Andy was also naked.
As they stared at one another they heard a sound and the door opened behind her. He gasped and Dawn looked over her shoulder. Neither made a move to cover himself. They merely waited while the Blair women slipped inside and closed the door behind themselves.
"Hi," Gina chirped and Nancy simply nodded, her face radiant. "I see you have a new friend. We saw her come in a while ago and we wondered if you two were lonesome."
Nancy nodded at her daughter and it was a signal for them to open their beach robes, which was fine-except that they wore no bikinis underneath. They wore nothing at all underneath and, as they dropped the robes, four stark naked people were staring at one another.
Not another word was spoken for two hours. Instead the women advanced on Andy. Gina dropped to her knees and she took his cock, massaging it until it was hard and then stuffing it into her eager young mouth.
Nancy pressed him down until he was sitting and then she walked over his face, settling herself on his upturned head so that her pussy closed over his nose and mouth. There was nothing Andy could do but lick and suck.
Dawn looked around a few moments and then she lifted his hands and pressed them into her crotch. He shoved fingers up into her pussy right away, triggering her button and giving her history's fastest orgasm.
Soon they were all milking one another, trading off, changing roles, quietly slurping in a dignified way, not being noisy or pushy. They were very polite and everybody got everything she came for.
When they left Andy they didn't know if he was dead or not