Chapter 3
It was night before they came to New York City, and as they drove in, the road blended into the main artery freeway taking them to Manhattan. The vast array of lights on display in the skyscrapers which towered against the horizon set their hearts to beating fast.
"Over there! That's the Empire State Building," Donna declared excitedly. "The tallest building in the world."
"Where are we now-look at the street we turned off on."
"This is Fifth Avenue," she said, and moments later they were turning where Central Park is located.
"That's Central Park," Charlie smiled, recognizing it immediately. "And there's the Plaza-over there is the Pierre, and see the Saint Moritz. Ohh, god, this is beautiful."
"Where will we stay?" Donna asked, suddenly feeling very small.
"In the Village," Charlie suggested, "They have a lot of inexpensive hotels down in Greenwich Village I hear."
"Anywhere you want to go," she said agreeably, and an hour later, they were checking into the Hotel Greenwich.
"This is an unusual hotel," she commented, "Well, I guess we're lucky to find a place. We didn't have any reservations."
"Honey," he smiled, "I'll go downstairs and find us some food and bring it up to the room."
When he was gone, Donna slipped into her filmy pink pajamas that allowed a total vision of her beautiful breasts, and their rosy red nipples, as well as her golden thatch.
When he came back up to the room, a girl was with him. Donna nearly dropped through the floor.
"Honey, this is Janice," he smiled, "I met her at the corner Deli-and we got to talking and I thought she might join us."
"What do you mean?" Donna objected instantly.
"Well, baby, she has no place to go."
"That is not our problem," Donna said angrily, fighting back the tears.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea," dark-eyed Janice smirked, and was about to walk out when Charlie said, "Donna doesn't understand-"
"Sorry," Janice said, and walked out the door.
"Just when I get a chick who digs threesomes," he said tightly. "Oh, go get her if you want to ball her so bad," Donna cried out defiantly. And Charlie ran down the hall.
"Come on back, Janice, it's alright now."
Janice came back, and she scratched her chin nervously, unsure if she was doing the right thing.
"Sit down, Janice, we'll have some food."
"I'll provide the grass if you've got the food," the girl smiled, as she took out some marijuana.
"Not for me," Donna said emphatically, "but it's alright if you want to. I know kids at my high school who do it all the time and swear by it. Say it's good for you."
When Charlie reached for a weed, Donna once more got that awful sinking feeling. She thought she'd go through the floor when she saw how many things Charlie could do that she wouldn't.
It didn't take long until Charlie was suggesting they all strip.
"Why?" she asked him.
"So I can see what Janice looks like," he said flatly. Janice casually took off her clothes, and got on the bed beside Donna. Donna, not wanting to be outdone, displayed her naked breasts by arching her back so they'd stand out. She knew she outclassed Janice, and she thought she'd just let Charlie know how lucky he was.
"Baby," Charlie laughed, "I've got a great idea."
"For what?" Donna demanded, not too eager to go along with anything he had in mind.
"I'd like to have her eat your pussy, wouldn't that be nice?"
"A girl sucking me?"
Janice smiled, "Honey, there's nothing wrong with that."
"If you want me to, Charlie, I'll do it," Donna smiled.
"Well, it's the upside-down suck," Janice smiled, "Charlie will hold you while you balance your chin on the edge of the bed, and put your feet on his shoulders, like so."
As if she were an acrobat, Janice illustrated by flipping around so her legs were thrust on Charlie's shoulders. And then, Donna agreed, "I'll do it."
Janice moved over, and then Donna flipped up so that her back faced Charlie, her legs thrusting out at angles, her heels resting on his shoulders. Then, with her chin on the bed, she could reach back and stroke Charlie's penis.
At the same time, Janice's hot tongue lashed at her vagina. As she felt it licking her there, she quivered with sudden excitement. And then Janice's tongue thrust inside her, and she was giving her the best pussy eating action she'd ever had in her life.
"Now play with my penis while she's eating your pussy," Charlie told her enthusiastically. "That's it, baby, have some fun!"
She pulled up and down on his hard penis, and then she wiggled her buttocks, as she felt the hot tongue stabbing inside her. She'd never thought about sex with another girl, but now that she was experiencing it, she was enjoying it. Her hot tongue knew exactly how to tantalize and excite her, and then she thought, why shouldn't she? She's another woman, and she knows what turns me on.
"Eat me," she begged, "Eat my pussy."
"Jack me off," Charlie insisted, and she let her hand pump on his penis as she lay in this strange position, her heels pressing into Charlie's shoulders. But, for the two who were watching her getting her vagina sucked upon, it was a superb angle for a good view. Janice liked to perform fellatio or cunnilingus, as the case may be. And when she had the weed, she found it easier to let go, and do whatever she wanted to do.
Finally, she came, flash-flooding into Janice's hot, sucking mouth. The excitement was over, and Janice licked her cunt clean, and still she hadn't managed to jerk Charlie off.
"How about both you girls licking me down there?" he smiled, "One can eat my asshole, the other suck my cock off."
"I like to eat ass," Janice told him.
"If Donna doesn't mind, it's alright with me," Charlie smiled, getting up on the bed, and slipping a pillow under his buttocks so he could prop himself up at an easily accessible angle.
"No, whatever you want, Janice. You sure did a nice job of eating my pussy."
"Why, thank you," she smiled, proud of her achievement. Then, Donna gripped his rock-hard cock, and began stroking him, and massaging his balls.
"Suck my nuts first," he ordered. "When you finish licking and sucking on them, move onto my dick."
Janice didn't have to be told a thing. Her tongue instantly whipped around Charlie's hot anus. And then sliding it back and forth, she finally stiffened and tongue-fucked him.
At the same time, Donna was sucking each testicle into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She'd do one, then the other, and then she tried to get his entire ball sack in her mouth at once-and failed.
Next, she licked the underside of his huge pecker, and capped the crown of it with her mouth.
"Suck me," he panted, "Oh, baby, I'm ready now. Eat my cock!" She moved up and down his thick penis, and focused her mouth over the head of it, and slowly sucked, eager to get the juice out of it. "Ohhh, baby, that's beautiful," he moaned, "Keep it up!" And as she continued sucking, his hands reached down to hold her in place.
"Eat it," he groaned, "Eat it, honey, I'm coming. Ohhhh, ahhh, faster, cocksucker, faster."
Her mouth moved faster up and down his penis, as she sucked away, and she gobbled down all the erupting cum. Then, the girl who was licking away diligently at his asshole, slipped her tongue out.
"You got a real sweet asshole, honey," she told him.
"You know how to love it, baby, I'll tell you that," he complimented her. Then she lay across the bed, and smiled, "You know how I make my living?"
"After that ass-suck I've got a good idea," Charlie chuckled.
"You really ate my pussy like a pro," Donna complimented her, adding 'pro' to leave a little sting, as she still could hardly accept a girl who had such strange morals.
"Well, I work the sex circus circuit-you know, fucking in front of rich people for their orgy entertainment."
"What?" Charlie asked in disbelief.
"Oh, my god, you mean this is your profession-putting on sex shows?"
"What's wrong with that?" Janice demanded evenly.
"Oh, nothing," Donna bubbled quickly, "It's just that I never heard of such a thing before."
"You're not from here, are you-either of you?" Janice asked, a smug smile playing across her face.
"No, we're not," Charlie informed her, "But we're interested in this sex circus, aren't we, honey?"
"Yes," Donna said reluctantly, not quite sure yet what Charlie had in mind.
"Well, I got hooked into it when I was down on my luck," Janice admitted. "I was a mainliner in those days and I needed money, and bad. So, this cat offered me plenty of bread if I'd perform-fuck before other people in freaky ways. I did it. At first I thought I couldn't do such a thing. But, when you've got to get the bread bad enough, you'll do anything."
"I guess that's the truth," Charlie said quietly, "How do you-?"
"How do you get into the circuit?" she smiled.
"Yes," he nodded. Now, Donna listened grimly, as the last thing she wanted to do was carry on sexually with a lot of people watching.
"I'll give you the number before I go. Old Pete is the cat at the top. He arranges the bookings, and it pays plenty so he makes you audition."
"Isn't that sweet?" Donna snapped sarcastically. "I suppose Old Pete wants samples too-that would be lovely, just lovely."
"No, as a matter-of-fact, he doesn't. Old Pete is impotent, sorry to say," Janice informed them.
"Why did you say you're sorry to say?" Donna asked her, curious to know how she thought about this.
"Well, he gets his kicks out of beating up girls, whipping them with whips until they bleed and other crazy, sadistic stuff like that."
"Old Pete is not for me," Donna laughed.
"Is the sex circus for you?" Janice smiled.
"Not yet, honey-thank god," she replied.
"Well, you never know," Charlie observed, "We've got to find some way to make moneys"
"Beats starving," Janice smirked, "and I don't dig waiting in food-stamp lines. I'm proud."
"How did you get hooked into this kind of thing?" Charlie asked her, frankly curious.
"I came to New York to be an actress," Janice revealed. "Well," she went on, "I made it for awhile. Small parts, sure, and I fell for a big shot actor. That was the beginning of my end."
"Why?" .
"He got me hooked on drugs. And once I was hooked, I couldn't stop taking them until they found me nearly dead. They managed to revive me, and here I am."
"Do you expect us to pay you?" Donna asked quietly.
"Let's not say 'pay', but if you've got a little gift to say 'thanks' to me, I'd accept it."
Donna went to her purse, and took out a five dollar bill and handed it to her. The girl looked at it as if she'd been given some rare gift of great value.
"Oh, it's only five, but I don't have much."
"Thanks a-lot," the girl whispered hoarsely, "thanks an awful lot."
And then, Janice got dressed and left Charlie and Donna alone.
"I'm proud of you, honey," Charlie whispered to her as they both were about to drift off to sleep.
"I had to," she said, "She's had such a hard life of it. We must never let New York do that to us."
"Honey, New York didn't do that to her. She did it to herself. And for god's sakes don't worry, we'll never wind up like that."
"I won't," Donna said defiantly, "I'd shoot myself first."