Chapter 1
Nudes were his hobby. Nude women. Nor did it matter whether they were in photo form, living form, or purely imaginary. The most important thing to Mike Herring was they be naked and available instantly, preferably in bed with him, trembling beneath his hungry hands.
Besides making women, Herring also made money-as a Sunset Strip club owner, and odds-maker for pro football games. In short, Mike Herring was a man about town.
Above his bed was a picture of a life-sized nude. His eyes would devour her when no full-breasted, trim-hipped blonde was available.
At this instant his eyes were running the full length of this nude. And this had brought his thoughts to Arlene Wright. Arlene's curves were even creamier, more lush. Part of the kick with her was watching the hungry eyes of other men roam over her body lasciviously.
It gave him a kick to know that he could snap his fingers at any time a id she would be on her back performing for him-the way all those other male saps dreamed about. She loved his loving-in many different ways--and Mike knew all of them.
Right now Mike was in his swank apartment over his nightclub, La Frenzia. Arlene was an employee of his--a cigarette girl. It was two a.m., when Arlene would be getting ready to go home. He would call her upstairs to his bedroom instead.
Her eager, young clear voice almost sang as she answered his phoned summons. His lips curled and his limbs twitched as he sat there anticipating her arrival.
"When are you coming up?" he snapped-more of a command than a question. The girl chortled with glee. She would be right up-would not even have to change her work clothes, which were hardly more than black stockings that went to the hips, and a sort of overcrowded bra.
In a moment she would be there. Mike hung up, lit a cigarette, poured a mild scotch and water and went back to ogling the nude on the wall. His sensual reverie was interrupted in a matter of seconds as the girl burst through the drapes of his bedroom. Arlene thrust her slim, shapely legs wide apart, then went into a sexy twist routine. Her bra came loose and one of her breasts was revealed.
"Do you want me to take it off?" she teased. "Or do you want me to twist it off?"
Mike beckoned her with a well-manicured finger. She undulated over to him, snuggling up between his legs on the carpeted floor.
Her almost child-like face lifted up to his seemed animal-like and craving as she said, "I love you, Mike." He caressed her blonde hair, inflaming volcanic passion in the girl, and she flung herself on the bed without further loving. Swiftly she unfastened her black mesh garters and rolled off her stockings. Then she stripped off her bra and lolled on the purple sheet completely nude. Her rounded breasts were marvels of nature, they defied gravity and her pointed rosy nipples drove men mad.
Mike stood there over her naked loveliness, slowly undressing-smugly satisfied with his brute sex appeal.
"You want it bad, don't you baby?" he sneered.
"Oh, my darling, I need your kisses on my body, your body next to mine. Your love makes all other men like little boys."
"I've got what it takes," replied Mike. "Some of the biggest glamour dolls in Hollywood can make book on that. You got to be something big, you know, for those dames. They want the huge, the unexpected. And that's what I've got!"
Arlene ravished him with her hungry eyes. "Mike, honey," she moaned, "You're beautiful." She touched him and snuggled close to him, trembling with desire.
She showered hot kisses over his body and finally fastened her full red lips on his welcoming open mouth. His lips pressed on hers and she moaned in an orgy of frantic passion, her tongue playing tag with his, and her naked breasts pushing against his bare chest.
Mike lay on the bed and permitted the girl to make love to him. Then he reached over to the bed table and lit a cigarette. He puffed it casually as Arlene tugged nervously at him. Mike patted her round, full buttocks playfully as she worked on his naked torso.
"How can you do it to me," she protested as Mike continued to blow smoke into the highly scented room. "Can't you see how I want to make the scene with you? Please, please be good to me now, now!"
"Later, baby. Take your time. I want you to get real wild. I want you to want it so bad you'll do anything to me or for me, my sweet. Anything."
"But I will!"
Mike smiled cruelly. He doused the cigarette while his own passion flared up brightly. She was a red tomato-not like those 40-year-old Hollywood queens who fell apart when you undressed them. This girl was stacked, built like an import with all the parts snug and tight in the right places.
He grabbed her and pulled her down to him. She yielded to him like a baby, and Mike drooled at the thought of having her. It was always so hard at first; but then would come the eager anticipation, the return of the girl's action and the tumultous, chaotic abandonment to sheer love by them both. The tender pleadings, the sighs and the climactic sobs of relief would brush the air. Mike knew Arlene well. He could play on her and get responses like a master violinist does from a choice instrument.
"Jeez, baby ... you sure can turn a guy on!" he gasped, capturing a rose-hued nipple between his mouth, and tugging hungrily on it while at the same time he trailed his hand over the lush curves of the writhing young woman, trailed it down her torso and into the golden jungle of down upon her sex mound.
Then, suddenly, he plunged his fingers deep between the delicate, pink lips of her excited sex canyon, sinking two of the fingers into the hot, sticky morass, heated by her excitement.
"Aahhhhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhhhhh...." Arlene gasped, thrusting her hips up to capture more of his hand inside her inflamed young body.
Her hand encircled his rigid, pulsing penis tightly now, pulling it toward her craving center of desire. Mike shifted his hips, wedging between her opening thighs. She tightly wound his arms around his neck, as though fearful he might change his mind about fucking her.
The crimson head of his charger now nudged the soft pink portal of entry into the lush, frantic-hipped young girl. Then, with a sudden lunge, Mike sunk his penis deeply down the hot passageway of her cunt to the very hilt. He began to stroke powerfully in and out of her, feeling her tight little pussy cling to the sides of his shaft, as though reluctantly permitting each slow withdrawal of his cock-prior to the sharp, follow-up thrusting into her once more. Up and down! In and out! Back and forth he plunged his pulsating prick, feeling his own excitement mounting toward the sexual breaking point. There seemed to be a tensing in his balls as he felt her frantic hips jolting upwards to meet his every thrust.
Arlene seemed demented now, crying out her passion in shrill shrieks.
"My God! No! Now! Aghhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she gasped, working her hips frantically as she began to shudder and climax.
He could feel the muscles of her pussy tightening around his knob, as though milking and coaxing out his cum, and he could but give up the last vestige of hold-back.
He emptied and throbbed his cum deep into her spasming cunt in long, pulsing jets, digging his nails brutally into the shaking girl beneath him as his prick jolted again and again, and a gasp ripped from his throat as he fell over her sweat-soaked body, spent.
Now she lay back and savored the memory of it. Mike arose from the bed, switched off the light and ready to sleep.
"Baby," he said sleepily, "I've got you. As long as I can get you this way, I've got you in the palm of my hand."
"Oh, Mike," protested Arlene feebly. "Oh, Mike, I do love you so much, so very much."
Mike smiled wearily. He had plans for Arlene. He would use her as a prostitute contact with the Pros-with young Jim O'Flanagan, the hotshot quarterback. She'd be the Mata Hari, get the dope on the pro games. Then Mike could figure the point spreads better. His boss in Reno depended on him. In a few minutes he was sound asleep, well satisfied sexually, mentally and physically, while Arlene lay wide awake, happy and relaxed, running her hands over his resting body.