Chapter 5
I flushed the toilet in the office washroom, then peered at the reflection in the smudged mirror over the basin. I couldn't help gazing in admiration at the ruggedly handsome image which looked back at me. The curly blonde locks falling casually over the forehead, the thickly lashed blue eyes wide and innocent on either side of the straight manly nose, the high cheekbones and sexy full red lips. I opened my mouth in a broad grin and nodded in approval of the perfect set of gleaming white teeth that grinned back.
Having gratified my ego enough as a starter, I got down to the practical matter of getting cleaned up by turning on both hot and cold faucets simultaneously. As the loud splashing of water filled the dirty washbowl, I went back to gazing in wonder at the subtle curve of my smooth biceps as they flexed and relaxed. I ran both hands through the golden tipped chest hairs which clustered in dense sculpture-like ringlets from nipple to nipple. Turning off the faucets, I heard the office entrance door slam shut and Melanie's familiar quick footsteps hurrying toward me.
"Aren't you ready yet?" she scolded. She was holding a large wrapped package tightly to her bosom. "Look I've got it! Wait'll you see! It's beautiful!" She began tearing frantically at the ribbons tied around the box. "What the hell have you been doing while I was out shopping? Dr. Prickett said he'd be here at seven, and it's almost time now."
"Just relax, wilya? All I have to do is wash up, for Christ's sake," I replied irritably. Upset at having my one-man reverie interrupted, I grabbed the soap from the sloppy holder and lathered my hands. "I don't want you to give me a hard time, Melanie, just because I haven't signed that contract he left with you yesterday either. I know the old geezer's on the level, because he's a pretty sharp businessman, but if that fag-dressed-in-drag Priscilla is connected with the deal, I smell a rat! I still can't accept the fact that that queer freak will be my boss!" I shook my head in doubt, as I spread the soap generously over my face, ears, and neck.
"You son of a bitch, what do you mean you haven't signed it? I'll be damned if I'm going to hassle with you over this crap again!" Melanie screamed. "This may be our last chance to hit the big-time, and Priscilla or no Priscilla, I'm taking advantage of working for her and Dr. Prickett with or without you! I haven't heard about her saying anything funky because of you, kiddo, so don't use her as another excuse to avoid work! Dr. Prickett showed me his last financial statement, and the profits his organization brought in during the past year alone makes our two-man outfit look like shit city west!"
"Whatta you got in the box?" I rinsed myself off and changed the subject, not having a good answer to refute Melanie's protests.
"Oh," she squealed with excitement as she lifted off the box top, and pulled out a gold lame, very short, low cut mini dress. She held it up proudly against her shapely body.
"Neat," I nodded my head in approval. "Now before you throw a hemorrhage, I'd like to hear once again exactly what Prickett proposed to you yesterday." I grabbed the bar of soap again and washed under my arms. "You know, I wonder if Mrs. Rigsby realizes that her talented niece and favorite obstetrician run a successful statewide flesh racket together?"
Melanie unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head. She was nude, without bra or panties. I stared lustfully at her fleshy globes swaying to and fro, and the soft red furry patch peeking out between her smooth legs.
"Well, Ken, Dr. Prickett has definitely assured me that this work offer is a clean proposition. Under his management, you and I would be the youngest, highest priced team of prostitutes contracted to his organization. He estimates that we would easily average an income of fifteen thousand dollars a year, plus extras. Also, with his contacts, our bed partners would be top ranking high society types and big-name show biz celebrities. Oh, sweetie, can't you see? No more of our own little poopy assignments and no haggling over prices with two-bit customers. We'll be working on a full time basis, and the agency even has its own hired henchmen to take care of collecting for unpaid sexual transactions. Now come on, it'll be easy money, high living, and the added thrill of belonging to the underworld. Doesn't that sound like too much?"
Melanie squealed with delight, as she scratched her auburn silky pussy in nervous anticipation.
T don't know about you, babe, but all the legal garbage in that contract looks like Greek to me," I remarked dryly, wiping off my face, neck, and underarms with the frayed washcloth. "The only thing I want to be sure of is that we can still secretly use Anytime Modeling for our own tricking pad and maybe some privately paid-for-love moonlighting to pull in a few extra fast bucks.
Then optimistically I made my conclusion. "If I do sign this contract, I figure we can retire in no time to a life of ease and luxury, and fucking only who we want then!"
"You know, you're something else," Melanie praised me as she stepped gingerly into her new dress.
"Yeah, I know," I agreed, watching her slip into the shimmering garment, her voluptuous knockers bulging sexily through the deeply cut V-shaped bodice, and her hidden sin pit almost peeking out from the just-below-the-snatch hemline.
Suddenly, there was a soft rap on the outside office door.
"Oh, jeez, that must be Dr. Prickett now. Hurry up and put something on," she ordered, running off to let him in. I heard Dr. Prickett's calm, well modulated voice greeting Melanie as they conversed familiarly to one another.
"Honey, Dr. Prickett's here," Melanie called out in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"No shit," I joked, nonchalantly stepping out into the main room, nude. I wiped between my legs with the washcloth, then carefully went over my widespread belly hairs, the dangling lengthy cock, and under the hairy testicles. Melanie frowned.
"Kenny," Dr. Prickett grinned, his eyes riveted to my moving hand. He looked very elegant dressed in an expensive Edwardian suit, a black briefcase in one hand. "You both can't imagine how much I've plotted and schemed to get you as part, of our organization. I mean, I used to telephone you every day, but you never returned my calls. I finally rigged up that bartender-in-the-nude routine so that Priscilla could personally meet you. From there, it was easy to work up a position for you two to fill. We have prominent clients, financially loaded and eager for young sexual companionship, especially an extremely attractive duo package such as you two present. I must confess, Melanie, that Dorothy was tried out with Ken at the convention seminar, but we found out the hard way, she only works well as a single. So now, you'll get your chance that is, as soon as you sign on the dotted line."
"Well, I'll be damned," I scratched my blonde head, seeing Prickett's whole plan clearly for the first time.
"Oh, Dr. Prickett!" Melanie shouted, throwing her arms around his neck tightly, and bussing him on the cheek.
"Wait a minute, Melanie. Hold your horses," I interrupted. "Listen, doc, my male intuition tells me to look out! Being tied up legally to that queer misfit scares me. I don't want to be pushed and end up conned into...."
"What are you rapping about, prick!" Melanie shouted angrily. "This is the chance of a lifetime, and you're acting like a knuckle-headed idiot! Just because Priscilla turned out to be a topnotch flesh pusher, your pride is hurt. You're too stubborn to admit that our two-bit office hasn't got a chinamen's chance in this dog-eat-dog love-for-loot competition."
She turned to Dr. Prickett and smiled up at him, batting her green eyes innocently. "You'll have to forgive Ken, sir. He just hasn't quite wised up to the realities of your hip modern day syndicate operation. I, for one, am truly grateful that you've gone all out to help us become a contributing part of your big-time organization. As you said just yesterday, sex news travels fast, and under your banner, believe you me, Ken and I will work our asses off to live up to our reputations as the hottest swinging young couple in town."
Then she turned to me and asked in a chill business-like tone, "Where's the contract?" Her eyes half closed in challenge.
Seeing that she meant business, I pointed toward the metal cabinet. "Top drawer, under the kangaroo scrotum." Without a word, she went over and pulled it out.
Dr. Prickett still seemed fascinated by my enormous endowment, now heavily arched over, but still hanging limply. "Believe me, champ, Priscilla was born with a rare and brilliant business sense. Considering her age sixteen years you can't knock her success, when you see in black and white the revenue she has pulled in from the price of vice in the body marketplace. And although I shouldn't tell you this, we use
Mrs. Rigsby as our 'front,' because her background is clean as a whistle and unquestioned. So it would be a pity if you passed up this opportunity. I may never be able to swing it again for you," he said plaintively, his eyes glued on my pulsing sex machine.
"Here it is, Ken sign it!" Melanie ordered, shoving the contract and a pen in front of my face.
Sighing in resignation, I took them, walked over to the desk, and signed on the last page of the impressive looking document. Somehow, I still felt uneasy signing my life away to that freak chick opportunity or no opportunity. I handed the pen over to Melanie. She grabbed it, signed quickly under my name, and looked up smiling triumphantly toward Dr. Prickett.
"Congratulations to both of you!" Dr. Prickett exclaimed in satisfaction, as he folded the contract and stuffed it into his briefcase. "And now for some good news! Your first job will be to take the place of a regular twosome, who are on vacation. This assignment will be your official baptism of fire. I have you booked for a foursome with one of the best known married couples in the movie business. In fact, they're practically legends! Now, because this King and Queen of the American cinema are very choosy when it comes to sharing bodies, I've convinced Priscilla that your particular talents are just what they need. To be specific, they requested two beautiful, youthful, well-built sex partners one male and one female with a wide knowledge of bedroom techniques and an equally shared desire for satisfaction.
Then he dropped the bombshell.
"Now, do you think you can handle all that, and more if requested, when you finally meet Bertram
Richardson and Ginny Wolfe?"
Melanie and I were speechless with surprise and shock. We looked at one another, but weren't able to get out a word.
"Did you say Bertram Richardson and Ginny Wolfe?" Melanie finally stuttered, looking starry-eyed at Prickett.
Dr. Prickett doubled over in laughter, amused by our reaction. Then he nodded yes.
"Kenneth, pinch me to see if I'm alive," Melanie whispered, looking up at me white faced and trembling. "I can't believe it! I mean, I was just reading today in a movie magazine that Mr. Richardson and Miss Wolfe were voted favorite male and female stars in the film critics worldwide popularity poll, and they've both been nominated for oscars again for the fourth time. like, wow!" Melanie put one hand over her mouth and belched in excitement.
"Isn't she supposed to be the most beautiful broad in the movies with monstrous tits and everything that goes with them?" I asked excitedly. "I wonder what her thing is?"
"Lots of screwin' what else?" Melanie smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. "After all, sex is what we have to offer and we'll charm the pants off 'em, doc."
"I'm positive they'll be one hundred per cent thrilled, so hurry and put your clothes on, Ken. There's a Hertz rent-a-truck just outside which will whisk you secretly to their exclusive bungalow on the grounds of the Hotel Grand Chateau. Good luck!" With that, Dr. Prickett winked at me, his eyes reluctantly leaving my lengthy fat hose, then kissed Melanie fatherly on the cheek. "I'll make some final, but necessary phone calls in my car. You'll be expected when you arrive." He opened the door to leave.
I grabbed his arm. "Thanks, pal, and it's our financial pleasure."