Chapter 7

It was early in the afternoon. Sandy was alone in the apartment. Nadine had gone out on a call. A week had passed since Sandy and her sister had entertained Claude and Max. Sandy had gone with Nadine three times since then. Once there had been one man; twice there had been two. She was stretched out on a couch in the living room thinking about how drastically her life had changed. She was still ashamed of taking money, of being a call girl, but she wasn't sorry that she had lost all of her sexual hang-ups.

Nadine hadn't sent her out on a call by herself as yet, saying that she needed more experience before going it alone and Sandy was glad of that. She was still trying to figure out how she could get out of the racket. She didn't want her parents to even know about Nadine, even if Nadine really didn't seem to care. She also wanted to pay her sister back as much money as she could-and it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy the sex. It was an easy life, really and she guessed Nadine was right, she was silly for being homesick.

But she was, Sandy thought. She missed her parents, her friends, the peaceful bayou country and most of all she missed Stan. She wished that she hadn't been so foolish while they were growing up together. She wished that she had let him have what they had both wanted. The poor guy had probably had to beat his meat many times after taking her home. Unless he'd had a girl he could go to for relief. He probably had more than one available girl...

Sandy heard a light tapping on the door. She sat up, swung her bare feet to the floor and patted her hair into place. She was just wearing brief panties and a bra. Hearing the tapping again, louder this time, she jumped to her feet and ran to her bedroom. She grabbed a terry cloth robe and slipped it on while hurrying back.

She hesitated at the door, wondering who it was, also thinking that if it was an attractive client she just might surprise Nadine and take him on. Nadine had said that the few men she allowed to come to the apartment came only by appointment, though. And the few times she had answered the phone when alone, she had always told the caller to try again when Nadine was home.

Thinking it might be Fred, Sandy opened the door without thinking to hook the chain. Two men stood there. Both were tall and both had on dark suits. They both stared at her and despite the fact that they smiled after a few seconds, she was frightened. They were tough-looking and reminded her of detectives she had seen on television programs-or gangsters, she thought.

"Tell Nadine we want to see her," one of the men said. "I'm Phil and this is Cliff. Nadine will know who we are."

"Nadine isn't home," Sandy said. "You had better come back later."

When Sandy started to close the door, sure that the men didn't want to see her sister for sexual purposes, they barged right in, the door almost knocking her off balance and the man called Cliff said, "We'll wait right here, girlie."

"We're here under orders," Phil said. "Just take it easy and everything will be all right."

Sandy had retreated a few steps, rubbing her upper arm where it had been bumped by the door. Cliff closed the door and both men glanced around the room, then went over and sat down on a couch.

"What do you men want? Who are you?"

"We'll ask the questions," Cliff said. "Sit down."

"You had better do as you're told," Phil said. "Cliff isn't as kind-hearted as I am."

Both men were staring, looking her up and down and Sandy realized that the top of the robe had gaped open. She closed the garment with one hand and sat down on the couch opposite the one the two men had picked.

"Are you policemen?" she asked.

"What makes you think we're cops?" Cliff asked. "Have you done something wrong?"

"No. I just thought Nadine might be in some kind of trouble."

"She is," Phil said. "When do you expect her back?"

"I have no idea," Sandy said, afraid to ask what kind of trouble Nadine was in. If it had anything to do with whoring she would probably be involved and might even have her name in the papers.

"We'll wait if it takes the rest of the day," Cliff said. "What's your name, girlie?"

"Sandy. Sandy Simoneaux."

"I've always liked French girls," Cliff said. "Especially the ones fresh from the country. You're almost fresh, anyway, and if you treat us nice, we might be a little easier on Nadine."

"We know that you are Nadine's sister," Phil said. "Just as we know that she's a hustler."

"We also know that she has been breaking you into the racket," Cliff said. "She's a damned good piece of ass, as well as being very pretty and stacked like a brick shithouse, so it's a shame that we're going to have to slap her around for holding out on us."

"Nadine is supposed to give us a percentage of the take," Phil said. "That includes your fee, of course and she made a big mistake when she let our boss find out about you in a roundabout way."

"He's pissed off," Cliff said. "He figures that maybe she has been holding out all along."

"Has Nadine explained the setup to you?" Phil asked.

"No," Sandy said, knowing that it would be silly to deny that she had gone on calls with her sister, deciding that she had better try and look out for herself. After all, Nadine had taken advantage of her and why should she even feel sorry for her whoring sister? She did, though and she didn't want Nadine to be harmed in any way.

"Nadine didn't tell me much of anything. I can't really blame her for-well, for what I've been doing, but she did use threats to get me started."

"What kind of threats?" Phil asked.

"Just that she would tell our parents," Sandy said. "I'll admit that I wanted to pay her back some of the money she has sent me over the years, though and I don't want you to hurt her."

"Your hot-ass sister knew the rules," Cliff said. "I guess you two also have yourselves some hot times even when you aren't out on a call."

Sandy felt her face getting red. Actually, she and her sister didn't touch each other except when they were putting on a show for the clients. She had also decided that she would rather not assume the aggressive role with any female. She didn't like it all that much, really and there were too many delightful ways of having sexual pleasure without doing something that didn't turn her on full blast.

"You didn't answer Cliff," Phil said.

"We never touch each other except when it's necessary in our line of work," Sandy said, wondering if it would help Nadine if she offered to show the two men a good time.

"There's nothing wrong in two females having sex together," Cliff said. "Even sisters. Hell, all kinds of incestuous relationships are far more common than most people like to admit. Do you have any brothers?"

"No," Sandy said. "Who told you about Nadine holding out on you? If she really did, of course."

"We have ways of checking on all the girls," Phil said. "Nadine knows that and I don't see how she could have been so stupid. You really don't know when she will be back?"

"No," Sandy said, wishing there was some way she could contact Nadine and let her know the two men were there. "Would you fellows like something to drink? Nadine has all kinds of liquor. How about a beer? Maybe you would rather have coffee?"

"We just had lunch," Phil said.

Cliff said, "We don't drink on the job, Sandy. Go ahead and have a drink if you want one, though. Drink as much as you want, for that matter."

"I don't like to drink," Sandy said. "I don't like the aftereffects, I mean, so I don't drink very often. Are you fellows married?"

"I'm divorced," Phil said. "Cliff has never been married. Why do you ask?"

"I was just curious. Most of the men using the services of call girls seem to be married."

Cliff laughed, then said, "That doesn't say much for some marriages, does it?"

"The wives are probably fucking around with some other guy," Phil said, sounding bitter.

"Phil caught some stud fucking his wife," Cliff said, laughing again. "Women! If they didn't have pussies and tits I could do without them very well!"

"Who the hell couldn't?" Phil asked. "Do you enjoy sex with a man, Sandy? Or do you just tolerate them for financial reasons as so many prostitutes do? And as some married women do, as far as that goes."

"I was a virgin when I first got to New Orleans," Sandy said, wondering why she had bothered to give that information. "It didn't take me long to learn to like all kinds of sex, though. Why? Are you interesting in spending some money?"

Cliff frowned. "Don't come on with that shit, girlie! We take what we want from you whores and I'm thinking seriously about throwing a fuck into you right now!"

Phil tapped Cliff's nearest knee with his fingers. "Take it easy, Cliff. We know too damned many willing females to rape this young kid."

Cliff had started to stand. He settled back down on the couch. "I haven't raped anybody since I was about sixteen." He laughed and added, "Meaning, of course, that since then I have always choked an unwilling female until she gave me the word to go ahead and slip the meat to her!"

There was a long silence, an uncomfortable period of time for Sandy, because she was a little frightened again. She didn't really mind having sex with the two men, especially if it would help Nadine, but she didn't want any rough stuff. She knew about sadism, about how some men got pleasure out of inflicting pain on females and she knew there was very little masochism in her makeup. Not in the physical sense, anyway, even if it had taken a degree of mental humiliation to rid her of her hang-ups.

"Take that damn robe off," Cliff finally said. "Let's take a look at what you have to offer the suckers for a hundred bucks a throw!"

Sandy looked at Phil, feeling that he wasn't as rough a character as the other man. They both looked to be in their middle thirties, both had blue eyes and dark hair and she was sure that she would enjoy herself with them if they didn't get too rough.

"Go ahead," Phil said. "You won't be hurt, Sandy. We might even just take a look and nothing else."

Standing, feeling the familiar surge of excitement, Sandy slipped out of the robe and tossed it on a chair. She removed the restraining bra without being told, enjoying the way the two pairs of male eyes focused upon her freed breasts. She felt her nipples stiffening and hooked her fingers under the narrow waistband of the thin panties. The men's eyes had dropped to her crotch and she knew that they could see the darkness of her pubic hairs through the nylon.

"I won't have to be choked," she said for Cliffs benefit. She quickly peeled the panties down and off, then straightened. "Just another naked female body," she said. "I imagine you fellows have seen hundreds that looked much better."

"As good, but no better," Phil said. "I can see why Nadine wanted to get you in the racket. If you can use what you have without faking, you will really be a money-maker."

"How old did you say you were?" Cliff asked.

"I didn't," Sandy said, looking at both laps and not seeing any physical evidence of the greedy lust she could detect in both pair of staring eyes. "I just made eighteen not long ago, though and I think that's the legal age in this state for just about everything."

"If you're old enough to vote, you're old enough to fuck," Cliff said. "Not that most girls don't start fucking a lot younger. It's a good thing you aren't under-age, though. If you were, your sister really would have her tail in a jam."

"We can't afford that kind of trouble with the authorities," Phil said. "I want it understood that Cliff and I aren't pimps, Sandy. We just help keep you call girls in line."

"We enforce the rules," Cliff said. "The rules Nadine should have explained to you before you went on your first job. What did you do for sexual relief in the country? Finger-fuck yourself?"

"Yes and I imagine you masturbated when you were younger. When you weren't choking unwilling girls and not calling it rape."

There was another long silence and Sandy was afraid she had talked too much. She sat back down when neither man made a move. She held her thighs close together, the look in Cliff's eyes making her nervous. She had the feeling that if Phil wasn't there Cliff would already be slapping her around. Maybe the man really hated females, she thought. Or maybe he had been around so many whores he was just disgusted with all females.

Sandy still hadn't gotten used to thinking of herself as a whore. Not that she would be whoring in the strictest sense of the word if she had sex with the two men, she thought a little bitterly. They wouldn't be giving her money for services rendered, that was for sure.

Cliff stood up, stepped forward and stood in front of Sandy. His cock was pushing his pants out. He pulled the zipper down and tugged his erect organ out into the open. He moved his fist on the thrusting shaft a few times and a little bead of pre-cum formed in the slit in the big, blunt end. Staring, the familiar choking sensation in her throat, Sandy knew that the stiff cock was at least as big as Fred's pleasure-prong.

"How are you at sucking a cock, girlie?"

Cliff dropped his hand from his thrusting tool. Sandy scooted her naked butt out closer to the edge of the couch, darted her tongue and scooped up the drop of clear liquid. She then brought one hand up, grasped the thick base with a thumb and forefinger and laved the swollen cockhead with the flat of her tongue. Cliff thrust forward and pushed the blunt end against her wet lips.

Sandy opened her mouth wide and let the big knob slip past her lips and her teeth. Cliff kept on pushing and she clenched her fingers around the shaft to stop the penetration. Even so, the glans jammed deep in her throat and she pulled back. Glad when he didn't keep thrusting, she began sucking along the length of the hard shaft that was most comfortable and enjoyable for her.

Soon, however, Cliff began thrusting again. She knew that he wasn't all that close to a climax and was just being rough. She didn't like it. She enjoyed sucking a cock, just the idea was exciting and she always thrilled to the strange sense of power while laboring to bring on a spurting finish, but she didn't like to be fucked in the mouth.

And that was exactly what the man was doing. He had grabbed her head with both hands, his fingers pulling at her hair while he pumped his big cock in her mouth as if it were a cunt. She didn't try to suck, as he was pistoning his prick too fast and she had to keep her tongue out of the way. She was glad that she had her fist clutching around the base of the pronging organ. This enable her to keep the cockhead from doing serious damage to her throat. Her fist kept banging against her lips and she was afraid they were going to be bruised. She was also afraid to use her teeth to stop the roughness.

Cliff suddenly stopped the fast fucking movements, released Sandy's hair and head, pulled his pulsating cock completely out of her tortured mouth. "This is too simple," he said. "I'm going to turn it into something not so simple. Hell, I might as well go for some all-out fun while I'm at it!"

Sandy didn't know whether Cliff was talking to her, Phil, or to himself. She didn't really care. The rough treatment had caused her own passion to simmer down and if the man had been a customer she would have told him to get lost. He wasn't a customer, though-or a lover-and she had to take whatever he meant to dish out. Damn Nadine for getting her in such a spot, Sandy thought, leaning back and watching as Cliff stripped himself naked.

Sandy looked at Phil. He was still just sitting there, staring, and as he had crossed his legs, she didn't even know if he had a hard-on. He met her eyes, grinned and she knew that she couldn't depend upon him to help her, to prevent Cliff from doing anything he wanted to do.

"You're just getting a little sample of what some of your future customers might want," Phil said. "I have an idea that you've had it damned easy so far and you need to know what whoring can really be like. Don't get too rough, Cliff. I'll have to stop you if you do."

Sandy was glad to hear the last words. Cliff didn't answer Phil. He was naked except for black socks, his lean body very pale. His balls had drawn up in their sac and were snuggled up close to the base of his jutting, saliva-coated cock. He told Sandy to get her ass down on the carpet. She obeyed because she was afraid not to, telling herself that she wouldn't make an effort to help the man take his pleasure, hoping that she could keep from enjoying herself.

Which was really a quick switch for her, she thought, when she was on her back and watching Cliff drop to his knees beside her. Maybe she could learn to control the wild beast that seemed to rage through her body each time a man so much as touched her with his hands. Not that she wanted to turn into a cold, frigid female. She wouldn't let the rough bastard cause that if she could help it.

Cliff didn't get between Sandy's parted legs, as she had thought he meant to. He cupped her crotch with one hand, squeezed hard enough to cause pain, then made her gasp by grabbing a handful of pubic hairs and jerking. As soon as her ass settled back down on the soft carpet, he roughly jammed a finger into her cunt.

Sandy was glad that her vagina was already juicy. The cruel man poked and probed, his finger scraping the folds of flesh, the tender tissues and she chewed on her lips to keep from crying out, glad he didn't have a long, sharp fingernail. He chuckled and removed his finger, but just as she stopped wriggling her ass and trying to escape the punishment he shoved two fingers into her cunt. He managed to pinch her stiffened clitoris and she did cry out.

Phil said calmly, "That's enough, Cliff."

Removing his two fingers, Cliff said, "I guess this chick doesn't go for the pain bit." His eyes met Sandy's. "It's a damn good thing I'm not a way-out sadist, girlie. Your clit's really tingling like crazy now, though, isn't it?"

Sandy didn't answer. He had spoken the truth and she was again getting very passionate, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it. Seconds later she couldn't have said anything, anyway. He shoved his two wet fingers into her mouth and ordered her to suck. When she didn't suck, he used the thumb and forefinger on his other hand to pinch one of her erect nipples until she did.

"Tell me what you are, Sandy! Tell me that you're a cocksucking, cunt-lapping whore!"

He had pulled his fingers from her mouth. Deciding that she had better try and humor the crazy bastard, Sandy forced a smile. "I didn't think there were any doubts about those facts."

"Say the words, damn you!"

He pinched both hard nipples and she told him what he wanted to hear. He told her that she had just had a small sample of what would happen to her if she held out the dough like her sister had.

Then the man surprised Sandy by leaning over and kissing her quite tenderly on the lips. He even smiled as he lifted and straddled her body. She thought he was going to move lower and insert his poking prick, but he moved higher. He kind of squatted, resting his ass and balls on her belly and pressed his hard, smooth cock down into the deep valley between her jutting, hard-nippled breasts.

He told her to wrap her tits around his cock. She did, making a tight sheath. He began hunching, moving higher until the end of his organ was bumping into her lips. She opened her mouth without being told and on each forward stroke the blood-filled glans entered her mouth.

The saliva made his stiff shaft slip to and fro more easily, but she didn't do any sucking until he ordered her to. Again he was fucking her in the mouth, as well as between her breasts, but she didn't really mind. She even got a bang out of sucking and twirling her tongue around the big knob each time it slid into her mouth.

The sex act Sandy had only read about before went on for a long time, but she finally sensed that the explosion was near. Cliff had his hands on the carpet on each side of her head. He suddenly slipped both hands under her head and lifted and tilted it while he began hunching faster and driving his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth. The position was very uncomfortable for Sandy, but she was too sexy-hot to stop sucking.

Just as the pistoning cock began to spurt gobs of hot, stick semen, Cliff jerked it out of her mouth. She only got a small amount in her mouth, then the white jism was splattering all over her face. She closed her eyes as he took one hand from under her head and used it to pound out the last few spurts of jism.

"I like to see the stuff spurt," Cliff said. "Maybe sometime I'll shoot off on your big, beautiful titties."

Sandy opened her eyes, amazed by the strange turn of events and Cliff told her to lick the cream from her lips. She did, swallowing it along with that already in her mouth and he rather gently cleaned her face with her own panties.

Cliff lifted, relieving the pressure from Sandy's throbbing, aching breasts, and when he was out of the way, she sat upright. She was steaming and she wanted to be fucked. She looked and saw that Phil was still sitting on the couch. He had uncrossed his legs, though and she saw that he had a hard-on.

She met Phil's gleaming eyes. "How about putting that where it really belongs?"

"No," Cliff said. He had gotten to his feet, his limp cock and drained balls hanging near Sandy's head. "I want to watch you sucking Phil's cock, girlie. Do a good job and I'll get another hard-on and give you a good fuck."

"We might as well go along with Cliff's wishes," Phil said. "He has some strange little quirks, but I guess we all do where sex is concerned."

"Crawl over there and give Phil a blow-job," Cliff said, tapping Sandy on the top of the head with his knuckles. "If you stall much longer I'll blister your beautiful ass!"

Sandy got on her hands and knees and hurriedly obeyed.