Chapter 10
Damballah and Suzy got their stuff together and headed for Madam Maria's House of Pleasure. They were looking forward to baths and maybe a few reefers and a drink. It had been a grueling night.
They accepted a number of drinks from their fans and then packed up their stuff and went out into the avenue to hail a cab.
It was a chilly evening. The beginning of winter. Finally a cab came by and whisked them away. Jack R. Shapiro and Joanie were right at their heels.
They watched the two performers drive off into the dark blue city and hailed their own cab.
They were headed for the same place.
Jack R. Shapiro had decided to go with Joanie back to the whore house. It was risk enough fucking he at his hotel-you never knew exactly who saw you and who they would tell. Jack R. Shapiro wasn't taking any chances.
He was hard as a rock ion the way to Madam Maria's, and doubly excited because she kept teasing him.
She ha her legs crossed high and was showing him the dark tops of he stockings. He thought her legs looked great running into those spike heeled shoes. Sex shoes. They really did look terrific.
He put his hand on the top of her thigh and fingered her white flesh through the tiny opening between the bottom of her dress and the tops of her stockings. He ran his finger along her garter and over onto her inner thighs.
She crossed her leg over his hand and he felt he furry bush tickle his wrist.
She put an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a very professional French kiss: her tongue controlled the action, jabbing and flicking, running roughshod over his teeth and gums.
Her other hand went to his bulging cock. She ran her long nails along the length of his erection and squeezed his knob oh-so-gently. Jack R. Shapiro nearly came in his pants.
Joanie bit his lower lip lightly at first and then a little harder. He felt a tinge of pain, but nothing too bad. His head was still reeling with the show he had just seen. A bite on the lip was nothing.
He slipped his hand over the top of her stocking and eased a protruding finger into her snatch. She purred in his ear and moaned when he put another finger in and started sliding it in and out.
The cab driver knew exactly what was going on. He watched them in the rear view mirror and was getting quite a boner himself.
Joanie's hand worked its way into Jack R. Shapiro's trousers and now her fingers were right on his cock-no long were they separated by only 50% cotton.
"OOOOOO!!!!"
It's weird, bit sometimes heavy petting like that gives ya a bigger thrill than actually fucking or even getting sucked off.
Kind of a wild, intoxicating adrenaline surge targeted at your groin and pushing you closer to creaming.
For Jack R. Shapiro, Joanie giving him a handjob in the back of that cab was just like that. He thought he might cum and it took every part of his mind to tell his dick no. It was a great feeling.
She wrapped her hands around him and tugged lightly.
She tightened her pussy around his two fingers that were working her into a moist piece of cake ready to be pronged.
He looked down at her stocking legs falling out of her high heels. Very, very sexy. He looked at her legs running up under her dress. They looked great. He felt like he was really getting his money's worth, oh yeah.
"That'll be three thirty."
The cabbie didn't turn around and Joanie eased her hand out of Jack R. Shapiro's trousers. She kissed him lightly and pulled herself off his hand. She purred for good measure and climbed out of the cab.
Jack R. Shapiro paid the man and closed the door. They were inside the whorehouse before the cab had even moved.
The first thing they noticed when they came in was a commotion going on upstairs. That was startling. Usually places like this were real low key.
Joanie took him through a red lace curtain and into a parlor room on the first floor. SHE chose that one because it had a bar in it.
She poured them each a drink and her date took off his coat and loosened his tie. He was still hard as could be. This "relax and have a drink" stuff was driving him up the wall.
He took a sip of his drink and put it next to the bed. He moved in a little closer to Joanie and was about to kiss her when they were both startled by a crash upstairs.
"What the hell ... "
"You better check it out, dontcha think honey-one of our friend s could be getting' hurt or some-thin'." Jack R. Shapiro didn't want to be around if some brute was beating up one of the girls.
"No, no ... the only girls up there are Damballah and Suzy. Jesus. Didn't they have enough?"
"You mean the girls we just saw?"
Joanie nodded and then looked Jack R. Shapiro in the eye and licked her red lips. She was a very attractive woman.
They finally came in close for a kiss and a grope and the beginnings of a good fuck.
Upstairs, however, things weren't so pleasant. Damballah and Suzy wee having an argument, the first one they've had since Damballah got sprung and called her friend on the phone. And it was a doozy.
It was about money, naturally. Suzy wanted more than half of the door because she had been the one getting terrorized. It was her asshole that was made to bleed, her pussy cut up and her belly bruised from being jabbed with that dildo. And she was the one who had to take that shit smeared phallus into her mouth. She deserved more money she said, and she wanted it.
She was starting to get pissed because it hurt to sit down.
"Fuck you," Damballah was saying to her, "You like being the slave. Hell-that was fair. We tossed a coin. What the hell do you want from me?"
"I think I should get a bigger cut for tonight. Next week, when you're the slave, you can get a bigger cut. Fair is fair."
The idea of being the slave girl, the target for the abuse and pin cushion for painful and obscene pricks, didn't really strike Damballah as being to appealing all of a sudden. In fact, after what she had done to Suzy in the last two weeks, she should probably fear for her life if she had to be the willing slave.
"Now wait a second," Damballah was saying, but Suzy wasn't listening.
"Gimme my fucking money," she was screaming and in another few minutes they came to fists.
Suzy knocked Damballah straight back and she knocked over a dresser. She landed on top of the furniture, shaken up but not too hurt.
That's when Joanie and Jack R. Shapiro heard the crashing sound.
Right now the were busy getting it on on the bed.
Joanie had pulled her legs over his lap and had hiked her skirt up high over her pussy. She was getting wet and smelled sweet.
Jack R. Shapiro was taking her hottest kiss and sliding his fingers into her twat, enjoying every wet inch of her hot slot.
He was thinking, though, of the women upstairs. She was thinking that he wanted to be fucking Damballah, that red hot bitch who had abused him and then made him horny as all hell with her show.
He had really confused feelings about her. Yes, he hated her guts. He wanted revenge in the form of some macho fantasy, maybe beat her up and then fuck the tar out of her.
But he was also thinking that maybe she could show him a thing or two.
Even as Joanie's pussy tightened around his fingers, suggesting how hot it would feel around his rigid shaft, he was thinking about Damballah's hairless cunt and its long and beautiful cunt lips.
He was thinking about how they would hug his cock and guide it into what had to be a tight pussy.
Joanie moved her mouth down to his chest and kissed it as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Her lips wee full and warm and they made his nipples stand up. Her hand was working its way into his pants and he felt that same crazy rush in the bottom of his stomach. He remembered that the last time he felt that was when he was in high school, the first time that a girl touched him there.
It was very exciting.
He was beginning to throb, his cock picking up on his accelerating heart beat. It pulsated in Joanie's hand and it felt great.
She began to undo his pants and his cock popped out and stood at attention.
Her tongue guided his staff into her mouth and her lips wrapped around it.
Her tongue flick against the underside of his penis and her lips tightened. Her hands were on the base of his rod, feeling and rubbing and sliding him in further.
"YOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
It really was an accident. She was just so startled by the crashing sound that shook the house.
It was much louder than the last one. It cut through the house like thunder and scared Joanie into losing control-just for a brief second-and biting Jack R. Shapiro's cock.
It hurt like hell but he really wasn't hurt badly. He wasn't cut or anything like that, but the pain was nothing less than excrutiating.
She was not only surprised at the crash from upstairs but by her loss of control. She wasn't used to being startled while she was giving head and she was perfectly mortified when she lost her professionalism and bit his dick.
She slipped her mouth off of him and began to apologize. He slapped her hard across the face. She had really hurt his cock.
"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!"
"I-I-I ... "
"Shut the fuck up." He examined his dick for damage. Joanie stayed back.
At almost the same time, though, they were struck by the notion that someone might be seriously hurt upstairs.
It was a strange concern considering what those crazy women did for a living, but it was real and they thought maybe they better look. Also, Joanie thought the responsible thing to do was to make sure the place didn't get trashed.
They looked at each other and started for the door. They tore up the stairs and found Suzy and Damballah.
They were sitting silently amongst a shattered mirror. Glass was all over the place and the shards were all over their bodies. The two women seemed spell bound by what they had just done and didn't move.
They looked at each other and then at Joanie and Jack R. Shapiro as they burst into the room.
There was a lot of thinking going on in there. Each person's brain was running amok with ideas on what to do next.
Suzy was considering the best way to get al the glass off of her without cutting herself. And she was thinking about this man with the huge erection. Jack R. Shapiro didn't have any pants on.
She hadn't had a real cock in a while and here, confronted by one, she started to get horny for it.
Damballah was thinking about the glass on her but she was also thinking of the lovely whore in front of her. She thought Joanie looked red hot in her heels and stockings and that whorish dress. She was also pissed as hell, though, that she had not only come up to bother them but that she brought her john as well.
Her John. Jack R. Shapiro. He was thinking that if he was going to fuck Damballah, screw her-hurt her or both, this was going to be his one chance and if he was serious he better get moving.
And Joanie didn't know what to think.
She decided to help them get the glass off of themselves before they got cut.
For one reason or another she went to Damballah first and picked off the larger shards that were threatening to slash her arms if she wasn't careful.
Once her arms were free, Damballah cleared her legs of broken glass.
Suzy had pretty much taken care of herself once the initial shock of breaking the mirror and having people run in was over.
As soon as she was on her feet she went over to Jack R. Shapiro and took his cock in one hand and mashed her mouth against his.
"You'll get your money's worth tonight, baby." She said. She got on her knees and put her mouth over his cock.
Her blow job was heavenly, much better than Joanie's and it was hard to believe. Joanie was very good.
But Suzy was inspired. She really wanted that cock.
She wanted to taste it.
And then she wanted to take it deep inside of her and squeeze it with her muscular box.
She was even pulling off her blue jeans as she sucked on his cock.
Her tongue did a light ballet on his corona and her lips skid up and down over him.
He didn't think once about the girl he had hired. His mind was on Suzy's lips around his pecker and he thrust his hips back and forth to build the friction, to fuck her oral orifice.
After a moment of indecision, Joanie helped Damballah to her feet. For a second there she had though about kicking her with her spike heels or spitting on her in a token act of revenge.
But she couldn't. She had hated Damballah for putting her tits in the flames of those candles, but tonight she had found respect for her. Wussies and fag-hags don't put on shows like that.
Damballah watched her friend going down on this man's cock and she decided she wanted to join the fun. She took Joanie's hand and got to her feet.
Damballah's idea of fun, however, wasn't gentle sucking-oh no.
Without warning she punched Joanie in the stomach and the poor girl doubled over gasping.
Jack R. Shapiro opened his eyes and was shocked but he dared not say a thing. He didn't want to tangle with Damballah and anyhow he liked getting his cock sucked.
Damballah wailed her hand up under Joanie's chin and the whore hit the ground, nearly slashing her tail to ribbons as she just missed a pile of shards.
Joanie laid there gasping as Damballah moved quickly. She went to the trunk of goodies and brought out a very special device.
It was a metal seat with a evil and mechanical looking track of teeth, the kind of teeth gears run across, dead center and apparently aimed for whomever's crotch was sitting in the seat. She planted it on the floor.
Now Jack R. Shapiro had to watch, but he kept his mouth shut. Suzy was taking him down to the ground and getting ready to fuck him.
He couldn't resist her. She was like on fire. She really had the itch for a stiff cock.
And he was fascinated by her bald cunt. Somehow it looked tighter than any bushy slit could possibly be. He had never fucked a bald cunt and he was hot to put it in.
Suzy got on her back and spread her legs wide. Her cunt lips weren't as long as Damballah's but they were plenty impressive.
Jack R. Shapiro eased himself down to the floor and go ready to slide his ready cock into her hairless and wet cunt.
She grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in. His cock slid effortlessly between those long cunt-lips and they guided him into everything he had ever imagined in a pussy.
It was hot and wet and tight and her cunt lips caressed damn near an inch of his cock at a time.
He pushed it in all the way and Suzy moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him and held his cock buried in her pussy.
Jack R. Shapiro looked over her swell breasts and past her erect nipples at Damballah threatening Joanie with a shard of glass.
He couldn't believe that he was fucking a beautiful and exotic woman in the same room that a crazy woman was terrorizing a call girl with broken glass and a weird cunt raping device.
Joanie did not move. Damballah reached over to her trunk and pulled out the train that ran on the track to that seat.
It was another one of those insane dildo's, this one with dangeroulsly sharp looking grooves running up it behind the steely knob. Behind it was a hook with the barbed point aimed right above the phallus. Clearly, it would shred someone's clit to a bloody flower.
Damballah grabbed Joanie's hair and with the help of the glass in her hand coerced her into the seat. She stepped on her victims hand and crunched her fingers warning her not to move.
Joanie was scared half to death and did what she was told.
Jack R. Shapiro got back to fucking Suzy. He realized he had been on the verge of cummomg for too long and the pressure was building up in his cock, inside of Suzy's exquisite cunt.
He pumped her hard and she loved it. Her slender fingers were running over his hairy chest and her long nails diddled his erect nipples.
He leaned forward and out his mouth on a tit. He sucked her hard and she moaned out loud.
She had already been deprived of one orgasm tonight-the show left her without cumming. She was almost their now.
Jack R. Shapiro pressed his teeth hard into he breast. He figured she dug pain and he was right.
He followed that up by ramming his pud into her, his hips colliding powerfully into her inner thighs. She squealed in delight.
He took his mouth off and replaced it with his hands.
He squeezed and fondled and pinched her nipples.
He looked up and saw Damballah in her rubber suit, her cunt exposed and those lips open and ready. It made him even hotter.
He fucked Suzy harder and harder and pinched her nipples with all his might.
She was starting to cum and her body quaked with the first rush of orgasm.
It got hotter inside of her bald pussy and her tunnel constricted around him. He delivered one more long stroke, and that, coupled with the sight of Damballah in that wild get up, cunt lips long and open, like the open arms of a long lost friend, put him over the edge and he began to squirt hot jism into her creaming cunt.
They were panting and sweating and holding onto each other for dear life. It was positively riveting.
Finally Jack R. Shapiro slid his wet dick out of her hole and rolled over on the ground next to her, too exhausted to think about who he had just screwed and what he had seen her do earlier in the evening.
Suzy sighed and got up to find her cigarettes. SHE handed one to Jack R. Shapiro and they got ready to watch a command performance.
Suzy smiled. She was satisfied and damn happy about it, too.
Jack R. Shapiro was happy. He had certainly had a wild time. There was no question about it, he got his money's worth. He sat their and smoked the cigarette, feeling there was no place in the world he would rather be.
Damballah looked happy. She clearly enjoyed her work and she smiled as she began to show Joanie what that mean looking seat and dildo train was all about.
And save for the fear of God in her face, Joanie looked happy, too.
Everything was gonna be O.K.