Chapter 9
IT WAS A LITTLE AFTER TWO WHEN I RETURNED TO MY own suite. I felt cruddy and stripped down and jumped into the shower. I played the hot water over myself and then gradually turned up the cold tap. Out of the shower, I gave myself a brisk rubdown.
I thought my color was a bit off when I studied my features in the mirror. Within a minute I was under my portable sun lamp. A fast call to room service brought the bellhop running with a half bottle of Moselle '47 and eight large raw oysters. They were delicious and I slipped them down my gullet followed by a mouthful of the Moselle. Refreshed, I dressed in a completely new outfit from the skin out.
I checked on my TV set and found that the dull nominating speeches were still going on. The cameras panned the auditorium and showed it mostly vacant of delegates. The biggest crowd was in the balcony where the spectators were permitted to watch the proceedings. Suckers, I thought. If they were hipped, they'd know there wouldn't be a thing doing until later in the evening.
Dressed and ready to go again, I dialed Cataldo's suite. Tony Boffo answered and quickly filled me in. That was one thing about Tony. Facts and no baloney. He would have made a good wire service reporter.
I briefed Tony, without going into too many lurid details, about my success with Sally Fitzpatrick. He was genuinely delighted. I could tell from his voice. One thing about Tony; he was no phony. He said he would pass the information right along to Johnny who was just winding up lunch with some big-money people. Tony also tipped me to the fact that Ima Leigh was in town and how happy Johnny was that the White House was supporting his candidacy for the nomination all the way. I acted surprised and said it was a sure sign that we should go all the way.
"Wonderful, Tony," I said wrapping up our talk. "Tell Johnny I'll be busy until about four o'clock with that party I have set for the delegates. Incidentally, Tony, you've got nothing to keep you too busy, come on by. You might want to get a little bit of the action."
Tony said he would try to make it and we rang off. I slipped into my suit coat and checked myself for the last time in a full-length mirror. My stomach felt a bit queasy. Not from the oysters. I love them. But the tension was beginning to build up inside. I could play it cool with others, but there was no kidding myself. I wanted Cataldo to win. It was my big chance to break through. To find a room at the top. It had been a risk leaving the wire services after so many years. Everybody said I had been crazy. That I had too much time invested to toss it away. But I had argued that I wanted to make a break through salary wise and you couldn't do it sticking in the lousy news business.
I stepped out of the suite and headed for the elevator. The hallways were busy with people coming and going. I nodded to everyone to be on the safe side. I didn't want any reports getting back to Johnny later that I was a stuck-up S.O.B. He'd ream me out good.
I kept thinking how we were only two delegates away from victory. We had to get them. The workout with Sally had produced very worthwhile results, but had not taken us over the top. Then too there was always the chance that Ward might steal away some delegates that had been in the fold. All the candidates were out-promising each other at that stage. Promise the delegates anything. Later you could tell them to whistle.
As far as I was personally concerned, there were three ways to appeal to a guy outside of a direct payoff offer. You can feed them, liquor them up, and get their ashes hauled. Put all three together and you've got an unbreakable combination for success.
I looked around outside the rooms I had lined up for the party. From the hallway, no one passing by would ever know about the action inside. The management had these rooms especially soundproofed. It didn't want any old bags complaining to the cops or any do-gooders. Satisfied no one saw me, I slipped in the key and slipped quickly through the doorway. Shutting that door behind me, I then opened a heavy padded second door and it sounded like pandemonium.
There were at least twenty delegates whooping it up, although they were making enough noise for a hundred guys. The rooms were filled with swirling smoke and resounded with hearty laughter and shouting. Everyone obviously was having a ball. I could hear them arguing about who was going first as they downed the booze and helped themselves to the cold cuts and delicatessen on a long table.
They were putting the drinks away in good order as they worked up to the moment when they would be putting their dip sticks into those black oil burners hired for the occasion. The place sure would be smoking soon.
What a bunch of slobs, I thought. Animals, that's all they were. Well I knew what they wanted and was going to make sure they all got it. They had better make sure I got their votes and any others they controlled. This shindig was costing Cataldo a fortune. I knew he wouldn't mind the expense as long as it paid off.
I looked around for the two broads we had hired. They stood in separate corners of the room surrounded by a group of the party-goers. Some of the guys were laughing like hell and reaching to snap the nipples on their gigantic bubs. Other guys were trying to get the girls to slip out of their black panty girdles so they could put an offering into their cups. Delegates in the rear were egging on their cronies up front with ribald humor and wise-aleck remarks.
I had to adjust my own corkscrew which had sprung into action from my close scrutiny of those twin Nubian beauties standing there with their big tits bared and only panty girdles around the hips. Black lace stockings covered their beautifully molded legs which stretched up from within spiked high heels.
They looked like a good pair to ride. But I had to remind myself that I was there only as a spectator not as a participant. These broads had been hired for the political farmers. The delegates could chew on their cud, but I was host and had to play Virgil the virgin until everybody was taken care of in a satisfactory manner.
I started to walk across the wide room for a closer look at one of the black broads. As I did so, I heard a sexy low moan from a side room. And from the other sounds, somebody sure was going to town. Sounded like a couple of Amazons going at it.
I was a bit surprised as I thought Cataldo said he was only going to pay for two girls. Guess he went for three, was my conclusion. Probably would need them as these delegates looked like they were ready to make mince meat with their stirrers. A third one would come in handy and probably blow some life into them later. We had to wind this up early enough so we could get these guys sobered up and back on to the floor to vote tonight.
The sounds from the side room subsided somewhat. Next it sounded like someone was getting his tubes blown out. What the hell, I figured. Anything for the cause of good government.
I came up to one of the groups and felt myself getting bigger and harder. I had to fight to remember my admirable sentiments. To be heard above the din, I hollered: "Hi, fellows, having a ball or is it a box?"
A half dozen of the guys turned to greet me. They gave me the big smiles and the glad-hand routine. "Mark, great blast. Thanks for the action. Just great. Greatest," they shouted to me. I smiled in return.
Another called out, "Hey, Mark, man oh man, I just love the jungle-jangles on these dark Amazons." Giving emphasis to his words, he started flipping the black broad's big spheres. They jumped and bobbed above. His hands grabbed the ends and began working them. The summits sprung out and were as hard as a rock. She seemed to be enjoying it. A big smile spread across her flat features and she bared sparkling white teeth.
I turned to see how the other hooker was making out with these tigers I had loosed on them. Right off, I spotted Herby Thomas by his white socks. He's a real farmer. Wears white woolen socks with suits. Anyway I spot the socks that were Herby's trademark. He's down on his knees in front of the darky with his tongue lapping the inner thighs of her lovely legs. She appeared to tower over him as she stood tall and straight atop her high heels.
That broad wore the same theatrical smile as her co-whore. I was sure it would be there all afternoon no matter what the guys did to them. What the hell, they were going to get two-hundred and fifty apiece. Not a bad day's pay in any league.
I began to figure I wasn't any better than the other guys. My old thing was throbbing to get into action. The damn thing was insatiable. It really popped when I saw that the first broad now had her girdle off and a couple of the guys were combing her coarse black hair around the love gash.
It wouldn't be long now before the two of them were flat out like the third broad in the side room. I noticed that a couple of the delegates were getting loaded. They were sprawled against the walls with their trousers off.
Now I saw that the second queen was naked. She was down on her hands and knees with three of the guys playing around. One had his clothes off and was riding her bare back, jabbing her in the back of the head with his joy stick. Another one of the guys was under her sucking away at those pendulous bubbies hanging down toward the floor.
The third member of this trio was on his knees behind her. He kept making an approach and missing. Finally, he got so excited that he popped anyway. He passed out at the same time and another eager bugger rolled him out of the way so he could try his luck.
I glanced back at the first broad and decided instantly that she must have been a star female athlete at Howard University a few years back. She was laid out on her big buttocks. Her strong legs were straight up in the air supported somewhat by her hands clasped about the muscled thighs.
One of my friends stood over her stretching the legs far apart. I thought for a minute that he was trying to split her wide open for a roast. His buddy had the best of it though. His hound dog was gripped between her full lips while his head hung low between her thighs and his tongue was taking her measurements.
Man, I thought, the party sure was getting off the ground. Guys were exploding all over the place. I could hear them shouting and screaming as they popped. Some were rolling around on the floor after finishing their performances. Others were up on the chairs and even the table trying to get a better look at the action.
A couple of delegates were off by themselves. They were banging their heads against the walls while their hands flailed away. They just couldn't wait their turn.
I was now the only guy in the place with his clothes still on. I felt as conspicuous as hell, but nobody actually was paying the least bit of attention to me. They were too busy waiting their turn to crawl into the depths of those two licorice bins.
I drifted back to light up a cigarette and take another look at the situation. I had decided by then that I was going to get into the act. But only after everybody else had been taken care of.
I noticed that the traffic was picking up to the side room where the third babe was working. I'd have to check that out pretty soon now. Must be real hot material the way the guys were coming and going. She seemed to be taking on more than the other two black broads between them.
I was wondering which of the darkies I was going to ride first when two of the guys grabbed me in friendly fashion. They started to haul me out into the center of the room. My first reaction was to show them a little judo, but I quickly remembered what the hell I was doing there and relaxed. Let the silly asses have their fun. They probably just wanted to show me how they appreciated my getting their golf balls down to bare rubber.
When the rest of the crowd saw me out in the middle of the room, they all gathered around. Probably figured it was a good time to take a breather. "C'mon, Mark, show us how it's done. Show us all your tricks, Markie baby. You can do 'em all from what we hear."
I was going to hang back and remind them that it was their party. But they were in no mood to hear my generous pleas. They wanted to see me in action and crowded around to begin taking off my clothes. My only concern was that they might spoil my threads but then shrugged it off. What the hell, I could always present Cataldo with a bill for a new suit. If we won, he couldn't care less about another two-hundred-dollar suit for me.
In about a minute I found myself stripped right down to my shorts. I hollered for a halt. I had never been stripped naked by a bunch of guys and I didn't intend to start then. Especially now when I was being watched by those two big black whores. I called the guys to back off and told the two darkies to come on forward. The two long-legged broads wiggled their buttocks and walked right up to me, pushing their bouncing bubbies right into my face.
"Okay, girls, let's see you do your stuff," I said, trying to play it cool although I was as hot as hell to trot.
The tallest one gracefully got down on her knees and parted the opening of my shorts. My friend popped right out, ready to do his duty for the cause of brotherhood and integration.
"What's your name, baby," I asked.
"Dolly, white man. Dolly," she said in a voice that echoed of cottonfields and nights of love down I on the old Mississippi. No wonder those plantation owners were always jumping into bed with their dark hands.
Dolly's teeth gleamed in the dim light as she opened her mouth wide to take it all inside. She bent her head back at the same time and looked up at me with the big whites of her brown eyes. I wiggled my ass so she could get the best possible grip. I shivered repeatedly as the tip of her hot tongue worked. Her huge breasts rammed again and again against my knees.
Dolly then took hold of each side of the opening of my shorts and in the next instant ripped them right off me. Those shorts split apart like they never had been on a loom. Oh, sweet fruit, I thought, we are going to slice you right down to the pit tonight.
At that moment I became conscious that Dolly's friend, June, was at work behind me. My buttocks quivered as she slapped her wet tongue around on them like a miniature mop. June's hand grabbed both my cheeks. I almost shot off the floor as she jabbed me with her tongue. Felt like a small flame thrower.
Dolly meantime was going at it without letup. I heard only two sounds over the admiring shouts of the guys. One was the soft sweet slurping of Dolly like she was sucking the juice out of sparerib, and the other was June babes.
To tell the truth I felt temporarily useless. I was just standing there with my bare bottom hanging out. I had nothing really much to do while those two jungle giantesses enveloped me in the suds of sweet saliva.
The guys really cheered when I bent over slightly so June could probe deeper. I put my hands into Dolly's kinky hair and pulled her head closer to she could get a better grip on her end.
Suddenly, the queen in the rear gave me a poke that felt like she was going right through me. I jerked forward to pour my hot juices down Dolly's gullet. She choked up a bit in surprise. I kept banging away as my goodies flowed.
"Hold it, girls," I hollered. I decided I wanted to go the route myself.
Dolly and June eased off with big smiles wreathing their fat lips. Besides, they knew I was paying the freight and what I said went.
"Let's play ring around the rosy," I said.
The guys roared in approval and moved in for a good look. June and Dolly at my request popped down on the rug. I stretched both of them out. My hands eagerly ran over the contours of Dolly's shape. A couple of fingers checked the tightness of her vagina. Dolly laughed and made a grab for my tool which was beginning to respond again. I smiled and jerked it out of reach.
"Bend at the waist, Dolly," I said. "We're going to form a circle on the floor. You do the same thing June. That's right close it up now. But leave room for me to get in the circle."
The girls quickly whipped their stark naked bodies about on the rug to obey my bidding.
June surprised me a bit. I had been running my hands over her velvety skin, hovering about her black nest when her mouth darted forward to grab my whang. She began to suck vigorously. The guys roared like a cage of lions in heat. They still weren't sure what was coming but they knew for a fact that Mark Vista was a swinger and that he usually swings from the tree-tops.
With the two babes properly stretched out and my friend freed from June's lips, I got down on the rug between them so our nude bodies formed a circle of gleaming skin. June's lips immediately returned to their work. I smiled. June had been the route of the circle of love before. I pulled Dolly around so I could get at it myself. She raised her legs willingly. At the same time, she grabbed hold of June's legs and pulled her in tight so she could put her tongue to work.
The three of us then settled into the most comfortable positions so we could eat in peace. I felt my tongue almost come out at the root as Dolly flexed her muscles. My head gyrated like the blades of a helicopter as my nostrils filled with the odor of her.
June chomped away in a professional and dignified manner as though she were a queen riding up the Chisholm Trail. I began popping almost at once. She just kept taking it down and chomping away. Wonder my heat didn't melt the gold in her big pearly whites.
The guys were going right out of their mind as they watched our act. We were all working away and they started singing Negro folk songs. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see some of them slathering at the mouth. This was one stag show they would never forget, that was for sure. If this performance didn't help to win the nomination for Cataldo, nothing would. I was sure of that.
June and Dolly finally pooped and popped together and fell away briefly exhausted. They may have had it, but I was still raring to go. As I rolled aside, I was almost killed in the rush as about eight guys rushed to get at them. No opening was too big or small for what those good public servants had in mind. If I had been a little slower I might have been poked to death myself.
My head had just about blown its top and my eyes revolved slowly inside their sockets as I staggered over to one side of the room to take a break. Man, I was dying for a smoke. Obviously no one had any on them as they were all running around as bare-assed as the day they were born. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. I needed a smoke badly.
I wondered if the third broad off in the side room by herself would have any. Besides, I was curious to check her out and find out what she had that all the guys found so damn interesting.