Chapter 9
Cal winced as he hung up. George, the assistant manager of the nude bar, said, "Uh-oh. Who canceled out now?"
"Who else?" Cal groaned. "Felicia. And we had her all set for that lodge thing. Looks like we'll only be able to send three girls. We have to have somebody up here, dancing, and.. .oh, shit!"
"Well, we have four dancers, no, five, that new girl with the big tits. Lucy. Four's all we'll need, anyway.. .think we could send her?"
George shrugged. "Why not? Those boobs will make the lodge guys happy. And she has, uh, energy."
"Yeah, and she fucks like a horse, and I'm tempted to keep her here and fuck the lodge."
"We don't want to damage our shitty reputation," George reminded him.
"No, send her. Of all the fucking nights...I mean, I know Greta won't be around. She's got some kind of business at the motel. Sheila's over there, helping out."
George summoned the big-titted brunette. Lucy stepped in, her robe flapping open and alternately exposing and hiding her basketball-
sized tits. That feeling Cal had that there was something different about her grew stronger. None of the other dancers would show skin like that unless they were on stage or in the dressing room.
And she got less tips than the other girls, even though she put on a hotter show. Cal had mentioned that to her earlier that day, and she just smiled and shrugged.
Making a half-hearted attempt to hold her robe closed, Lucy asked, "Hi, what's up?"
"Feel like doing a private show? There's this lodge in town, and-"
"Sounds great," Lucy interrupted enthusiastically. "It's for tonight?"
Usually, the girls would frown and quibble over money. Not only was she genuinely happy at the prospect, she didn't ask how much. Cal gave her a figure, and she agreed with a shrug.
"You'll do your regular routine first, you, Amanda, Trish and Carly," Cal explained. "Then the four of you will put on a private show, if you know what I mean."
Lucy's grin grew even wider. Cal called a car for her, and she went back to the dressing room. The other three girls already had their street clothes on, and they didn't look at all as happy as Lucy.
"This is going to be work," moaned redheaded Amanda.
"Ugh, yeah. Well, it won't be the first time I've taken a dick for pay," said Carly.
Trish, adjusting her black ponytail, said noth-
ing. She just stared grimly into the mirror. Turning to Lucy, Amanda asked, "Have you ever fucked for bucks?"
"Oh, yeah," Lucy said breezily. "The other night, I did a trucker in his truck. I'm weird, or something, I guess.. .1 kind of like it. I mean-"
"You're a genuine nympho," Trish snorted, turning and frowning at Lucy. "Just pricks, or...."
"Pussies, too," Lucy responded. "Say, do you think they'll want us to do anything like that? Like, I won't mind, but if you girls object, I'll say no, too."
A sly smile spread across Amanda's lush lips. "I don't think we'll object. Will we, Trish?" As Amanda spoke, she looked at Lucy's g-string covered crotch.
"No, we won't object," Carly added, leaning against the dressing room door and making no effort to hide the fact that she was watching Lucy take off her robe.
All three women watched the bleached blonde's basketball-sized tits come into view. Murmuring that she needed a fresh 'string, Lucy pulled off the g-string she had on, got another and made sure the women had a good view of her ass and pussy before she packed it into her back.
The three were licking their lips by the time Lucy had climbed back into her panties and was pulling her bra up over her tits. Her short dress followed, and the four headed out the rear entrance. The car Cal had called was waiting for them, and all four piled into the back seat.
"Hmm, kind of crowded, no?" Amanda said, the purr in her voice indicating that her statement was anything but a complaint.
"I'd call it cozy," Trish murmured, her right thigh pressed firmly against Lucy's left and her other thigh against Carly's. By the time they got to the lodge building, Trish had her hand up Carly's skirt.
"Easy over there," Amanda laughed. "We don't want to get too wet before we've even started."
"You mean, too wet before we have to get wet," Trish replied sardonically.
"Either fucking way, let's get our asses to work," Amanda said.
At the door, they were greeted by a man wearing an elaborate coat, epaulettes and brass buttons, like a European officer of the early part of this century. On his head was what looked like a band leader's hat, and he wore high, black leather boots.
He introduced himself as the Marshal of the Door, and he ushered them into a small office. A man dressed much like he was, except more elaborately and with several rows of medals on his chest, got up from behind a large wooden desk as the women stepped in.
"Hi, girls, I'm Harry Gill, Marshal of the Order."
"Hi," Trish said tartly. "Is that like the president or something?"
The man who brought them in said dourly, "We don't have presidents and 'somethings.' We
have marshals."
'Trish, shut up, okay?' Amanda said, nudging the sassy brunette. Turning to Harry, she said, "This looks like a really nice place. Don't mind her...."
"Hey, with women as beautiful as you, I don't mind anything," Harry laughed. "Uh, Cal said something about a private show...."
"There sure will be," Amanda said, her manner nothing like what it had been back in the bar's dressing room. She pointed a finger at Harry's crotch and winked.
The other man, the door marshal, hadn't noticed. Cal asked him to show them to the dressing room. He led the way, Amanda behind him and the other girls in single file behind her, down a cement corridor. Stepping up to a pair of grim-looking metal doors, the door marshal threw them open. Amanda let out a cry of surprise and stepped back, bumping into Carly.
"Hey, it's nice," Amanda said, the brassy tone gone from her voice.
Rather than the cement-floored room with bare, wooden benches that Amanda had been expecting, she was staring into what could have passed for a suburban living room except for the two long metal clothes racks dominating the center of the room.
At Cal's suggestion, they brought lingerie-type costumes, flimsy garments that just barely hinted at nipples and cunt hair. All four women started stripping as soon as the door marshal left. A completely naked Lucy stumbled, falling
against Amanda and jamming her tits into her back. Amanda thrust back in an effort to keep from falling, and her butt cheeks slammed against Lucy's pussy hair.
"Hey, let me help," Trish chuckled, charging over and stepping in front of Amanda.
Her tits met the brunette's as Lucy slipped away, sashaying up to Carly. Carly rubbed a bare hip against Lucy's, and Lucy gently rested her fingers on the big-titted blonde's ass cheeks.
"You know, we'll never get ready in time if we start in with this now," Amanda noted, extracting herself from Trish's grasp. "Let's just get our things on and wait for the private show, okay?"
Trish and Carly smiled. Lucy was puzzled. They were alone, where they could express their true feelings like they could in the dressing room, but they were showing none of the ill-feeling they'd earlier expressed.
Deciding it was best to keep her thoughts to herself, Lucy pulled on the top of a semi-transparent baby doll nightgown and stepped into the lacy, g-string panties.
Carly had on a long, flowing gown. It was light blue, and the shadowy outline of her huge boobs could be seen through the fabric. Trish settled on a sheer red gown that stopped at her waist, fully revealing her matching red satin panties. Amanda just put on a bathrobe.
"No curlers?" Lucy joked.
"That's not a joke, it's an idea," Amanda mused. "This is the 'neighbor's wife' look, at least, that's what I've been told by other
customers."
"Well, let's get out on stage," Trish suggested, hearing the door marshal knock.
A moment later, they heard him ask if they were ready. Amanda called for five more minutes, and Lucy asked why.
"We're all dressed and ready," she said.
"Yeah, but let's build the suspense," Amanda insisted. "Believe me, I know how these things work. Let 'em use their imaginations, what little they might have, and they'll get off better."
"Not a soft dick in the house, right?" Lucy giggled.
"Hey, we hope not," Trish cackled. "After all, this is our profession."
Promptly five minutes later, the door marshal knocked again. Amanda told him three more minutes, keeping a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling. The next time he knocked, she said they were ready and the double doors opened.
The door marshal led them to a curtain, behind which was the stage and auditorium. He ducked away, telling them just to stand where they were. The music started, and the lodge members began to applaud raucously as the curtain parted to reveal the women.
After a bit of frantic dancing and flashing, they started to strip. Amanda was the last, and the loud cries and catcalls reached a frenzied level as she slowly untied her robe and pulled it open. She gave them a quick glimpse of her, then she snapped the robe shut and turned around. Bend-
ing over, she flipped up the back of the robe to flash her butt, then she straightened up and turned around again.
Finally, she pulled the robe off altogether and did a high-kicking dance around the stage. Trish, Amanda and Lucy joined her, then they formed a cunt-flashing chorus line as a finale.
They scampered off the stage as the house lights came back on. The door marshal, his dour expression intact, led them back to the dressing room.
"The members will attend to you in here," he said gravely.
Trish piped up, "You mean, we'll attend to members in here."
Making believe he hadn't heard her, the door marshal turned and left.
"Hey, it looks like he won't be in the party," Carly observed.
"Oh, that's a relief," Lucy said. "He's not exactly the life of the party."
"More like the death of it," Trish mused. "Anyway, I think the guys are coming."
The doors opened, and Harry Gill strode in. Behind him were three men, whom he introduced as Tom, Frank and Ollie. They were carrying champagne bottles and glasses, and Harry poured a glass for each of the women.
Taking a tip from Amanda and the other two girls, Lucy took a very small sip and noticed that the men were drinking more liberally. Trish, noticing a radio in one corner, got up and turned it on, flipping the tuning dial until she got to a
station with the appropriate music.
As if acting on a prearranged signal, all four women started dancing, shimmying and shaking around the men. Little by little, their costumes came off, then Amanda said, "How's about showing us some cock?"
All four men opened their pants and pulled them down. Carly charged over to Harry Gill, deftly slipped a condom over his hard-on and took it in her mouth. Lucy chose the man called Tom. After slipping on the rubber, she kissed the tip of his prick, then ducked her head down and dragged her tongue along his tightened scrotum.
Amanda chose Frank and Trish took on Ollie's short, fat prick. Soon, the men were grunting and groaning, humping their pricks into the girl's mouths and shooting their loads into the rubber. One by one, the girls got to their feet and stood facing the men, staring down at their soft pricks.
"Think they have another go left in them?" Amanda asked.
"Gee, I don't know," Trish said.
"Hey, maybe if we got them really, really excited," Carly suggested.
"Yeah, yeah, that would do it," Tom agreed enthusiastically.
"Yes, but what are we going to do?" Lucy asked. "Me, I can't think of a thing."
"I know what all guys like," Amanda said, winking at the men. "They like to watch girls get it on with each other."
"Really?" Lucy asked. "Hey, guys, do you really want to see a woman make another woman
cum?'
A chorus of very enthusiastic yesses arose from the couch. Lucy stepped up to Amanda and eyed her red-haired pussy. Stretching out a cautious finger, she pressed it against her pussy mound. "We touch each other down here, right?" Lucy asked.
"Oh, we do more than that," Trish said. "Why, we even lick each other down there."
Lucy, doing her best to act like she was totally shocked, stepped back. "Oh, that would be too nasty for them."
"No, no, not at all," Harry Gill protested. "Go ahead, do it."
"And this is how," Trish said to Lucy. Kneeling, she seized Carly's bare hips. "You see, you get yourself in position."
"You mean, like this?" Lucy knelt before Amanda.
"Yes, you're getting the idea," Trish said. "Now, you stick out your tongue and lick here and there. See?"
Extending her tongue, she pressed the tip against Carly's slit. There was a rustling of cloth as the four men slid forward for a closer look. Amanda glanced around, seeing telltale bulges begin to form in each male crotch. Carly let out her best fake moan of passion, then Lucy "timidly" touched just the tip of her tongue to Amanda's pussy.
"Oh, Amanda!" Lucy cried out convincingly, falling right into the role of the novice cuntlapper. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, you made me feel really good," Amanda said soothingly. "Come on, continue with what you were doing."
The men started breathing hard as Lucy reapplied her tongue to Amanda's pussy. None of them noticed how quickly she'd gone from newcomer to experienced bisexual. It wasn't hard for Amanda to act impassioned, since Lucy's skilled mouth quickly brought her to a real orgasm.
Making sure the men could see her lick Amanda's cunt juice off her lips, Lucy got to her feet. "That was fun," she said. "But it made me hungry for a cock to play with."
"Well, we have a couple over here," Amanda said, gesturing to the couch. "Why don't you pick one out?"
"Me, me," Harry Gill said, half-rising. "Remember, I'm the First Marshal around here."
"Ooh, I'll love playing with a First Marshal's prick," Lucy cooed. Kneeling in front of Harry, she opened his pants and freed his hard-on. "Mmm, this is a nice one," she added, planting a kiss on the head. "It would feel real nice in my pussy."
Harry started to get up, and Lucy not-so-gently pushed him back down. "You just sit there and let me take care of everything," she said, reaching for a condom.
She deftly slipped the rubber over his erection. Turning her back, she told him to hold his dick up as she spread her pussy lips and slowly lowered herself to his lap. A shake of her hips
had his cockhead between her cunt lips, and she slid back a little. Harry thrust up with his hips, driving his cock into her pussy.
Trish took Tom by the hand and led him over to a straight-backed chair. "Want to do it the way they're doing it?"
"Ah, that looks okay," Tom said, sounding as befuddled as he was horny.
"Just okay?" Trish prompted.
"Well, there's a way my wife won't let me.. .says it's like animals."
"Hmm, I'll bet you mean doggy-style," Trish said, getting on all fours and wiggling her ass at him.
"Ah, yeah, that's it," Tom said hoarsely, staring down at her bare buns.
Groping open his pants, he dropped to his knees. Trish jumped up, got a condom and dropped to her knees in front of him. With lust glazed eyes, he watched as she rolled the rubber over his stiff prick.
"Now we're ready," she said, getting back on all fours. "Want me to help?"
"Uh, no, uh, yeah, go ahead," Tom said.
She could see that his hands were shaking. She reached between her thighs, seized his cock and tucked it between her cunt lips. "Push," she said, thrusting her ass back at him. Tom lunged forward, almost falling over her as he drove his cock deep into her pussy. His balls tapped against her butt cheeks, and he reached under her to take hold of her breasts as he started to stroke.
Amanda was lying on her back, one shoulder
raised to guide Ollie's prick into her pussy. "Just stay still a minute," she instructed, locating her slit by running his condom-covered cockhead over her labia. She tucked the head in, and gave a little push back at him. "Okay, now just push."
Ollie cautiously nudged his cock forward, moving with more confidence when he felt the heat of her vagina engulf his sheathed hard-on. Amanda urged him to push in more, and soon her butt cheeks were jammed against his thighs and his scrotum was touching her labia.
"Is this the only way you and your wife fuck?" Amanda asked. "You really seem to take to it."
Ollie sighed, "Matilda just likes it with me on top. I'll talk to her...maybe she'll try something new, but I'll be fucked if 1 know when."
"Do you do it a lot?" Amanda asked, giving her butt a shake and making Ollie gasp.
"Oh, we do it enough."
"That's nice," Amanda purred in reply. "Now, why don't you put your hands on my breasts?"
"Are you sure it's a good idea to be here?" Jim Connor asked as he stepped through Matilda's kitchen door. "It's kind of logical for a guy to show up at his own house."
"Don't be so fucking nervous," Matilda chided. "Ollie's at that stupid lodge of his, and he'll be there for hours. He never comes home early!"
Jim relaxed visibly. Curling an arm around her waist, he pulled the brunette housewife to him. "Still and all, there's no point in wasting time."
Their mouths locked, and Jim groped open the front of her dress as she fumbled with the crotch of his pants. She'd deliberately worn a bra that parted in front, to make it easier for him to get at her breasts, and he quickly parted the undergarment and pulled it aside.
"I love these tits," he rumbled, hefting her large, sagging breasts and pressing the pad of his thumb to her nipple.
Matilda moaned and clutched at his cock and balls through the fabric of pants and underpants. "Why did you wear underwear?" she complained, yanking at his belt. Jim helped her open it, then she pulled him along with her as she stepped backward to sit in a nearby straight-backed chair.
"More comfortable," Jim mumbled.
"For you, not me," Matilda protested, almost tearing his pants in her effort to get them open. Jim shoved his briefs down, and Matilda immediately shot her head forward and planted a hard kiss on his cock. Instantly, it sprang up to full erection, and she greedily wrapped her hand around it.
"I've been waiting all day to taste this," Matilda grunted, running her tongue over his cockhead and poking the tip at the tiny slit. Then she shoved it into her mouth, her lips curled over her teeth. Tightening the grip of her mouth, she began to stroke back and forth.
"Wait, I don't have a rubber on," Jim said urgently.
Matilda drew her tongue along the underside of his cockshaft, then slowly released his prick. "I
know. I wasn't going to make you cum, I just wanted a taste, like I said. Now, let's go put this where I really want it."
"Not so fast," Jim chuckled, helping her to her feet. "There's something I want to taste, too."
Seizing her by her hips, he lifted her and sat her down on the kitchen counter. He crouched down, throwing her legs over his shoulder and slipping both hands under her dress. Matilda let out a squeal of delight as his strong hands took hold of her panties and roughly pulled them down.
She lifted her butt, and he raised her legs to snap the underpants off her feet. Spreading her thighs, he plunged his face into her crotch and jammed his lips against her slit. Her legs dropped down over his back, and he sucked her pussy lips hard before plunging his tongue between them.
Working his face around in a slow circle, he probed the interior of her vagina with his tongue tip. Her cunt juice liberally coated his lips as she writhed around. Drawing his tongue out, he darted the tip to the top of her pussy slit and slid a finger into her cunt.
"Give me another finger," Matilda called out, pushing her pussy at his hand.
Jim extended his second finger and pushed it in. He located her clit, and swirled his tongue around it as he humped his fingers slowly in and out. Matilda humped back at him, letting out hoarse grunts of lust as her orgasm overtook her. Finally, she jerked herself away from his tongue and hand and slumped off the counter.
Staggering, she deposited herself in the nearest chair and breathed hard, her tits hanging out of her dress and her cunt juice running down her leg. Jim stepped out of his pants and took off his T-shirt.
Gesturing to her dress, he said, "You might as well take that thing off."
"Shouldn't we hit the bedroom, first?" Matilda looked down at her exposed nipples.
"Who needs bedrooms?" Jim laughed. "We have all the space we need right here."
"Huh? What do you have in mind?" Matilda stood up, clutching the hem of her dress and lifting it uncertainly.
There were a few items on the long kitchen table, and Jim quickly cleared them off. Making a grand gesture at the table, he said, "Your bed is ready, madam."
"This is a crazy way to fuck," Matilda said, "but I think I like it."
She hauled her dress up over her head and draped it over the chair. Completely naked, she sat up on the table. Jim stepped up to her and gently rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Just lie down," he told her. "I'll do all the heavy lifting."
Matilda chuckled at that and stretched out on her back on the table. She spread her legs until her ankles were at either edge, and Jim fumbled around in a pants pocket. Drawing out a condom, he quickly slipped it over his erection and stepped up to her.
"Just slide forward a little," he told her, staring
down at her exposed pussy. Matilda heaved herself forward, lining up her cunt slit with the edge of the table. Jim laid a hand over her pussy, rubbing it with the edge of his palm as he stroked her right nipple.
"All right, I'm wet enough, and you've had enough fun. So, how's about sticking your prick where your hand is?"
"If you insist," Jim drawled, gripping the base of his cockshaft and tapping the head against her slit. He ran the tip around her wrinkled private flesh, making her cry out in protest again, then he abruptly tucked his cockhead between her pussy lips and gave a strong shove forward with his hips.
Matilda cried out loudly as his cock rode into her pussy. The warm, wet flesh enveloped his stiff rod, and he folded his fingers over her breasts. Her stiff nipples dug into his palms as he pushed his cock in to the root and started to stroke.
"You ought to try this with Ollie," he said, drawing his hands back to take her nipples between his fingers.
"Oh, hell, he never wants to try anything," Matilda snorted. "Come on now, start fucking for real."