It was a cold, windy day and the bitter air swirled around her calves and made her coat flap open. She walked quickly, her head bent down, eyes squinted against the sting of wintery gusts. The faded black pavement beneath her feet made her feel gloomy and sad, and her skin felt thirsty for the sun.
"Mandy, hey, wait a minute," a voice called. She stopped abruptly and turned around.
"You going to sociology?" Adeline asked, her bright blue eyes shining as she ran up the walk.
"I guess so," Mandy said, sighing. "I don't know why I bother, though. It'll just be the same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that."
"Oh, I see you're in a terrific mood," Adeline said. "What's the matter?"
"I'm just bored, and cold," Mandy replied. The two girls started walking toward the liberal arts building.
"You going to do anything tonight?" Adeline asked as they entered the huge stone building and started walking down the corridor.
"Oh, I don't know-probably not ... what's there to do?"
"Well, Carole told me that some guys from State are going to be around."
"State ... big deal. You know, every time I see any of those guys I just want to turn around and split. Very quickly."
"Christ, I'm so sick of this place, and the cold and the rain and the snow ... and the total lack of men."
"Ah, now we come to the truth," Adeline said, somewhat sarcastically. "Men ... or the lack of them. But if you're so anxious to see some men, don't put down the guys from State."
"You know something," Mandy said as she pushed open the door to room 207, "I was with one of them about a month ago. It was the most boring evening I've ever spent, including nights when I didn't do anything but wash my hair and stay in the dorm."
"All right, ladies, all right, let's take our seats," a small but very shrill voice cut in.
Mandy and Adeline looked meaningfully at each other, then toward the front of the room at Miss Oakley, standing behind her desk with her neat gray hair all pinned in place and a sour smile plastered on her lips.
"I just love it when she calls us ladies,'" Mandy whispered as Adeline turned to her seat
"Today, ladies," Miss Oakley began, "we shall begin with a brief look at what is termed a 'ghetto.' Does anyone in the class know what a ghetto is?"
Mandy groaned.
"A ghetto," Miss Oakley continued, answering her own question, "is a section of an urban area which houses exclusively one race or ethnic group. Harlem, in New York City, is a ghetto. The Watts district of Los Angeles is a ghetto. Almost every American city has sections like these, where the poor, the blacks, the Spanish people, and certain economic levels of Jewish families live. The housing is always substandard, frequently there is no plumbing or electricity, and hot water and heat are often scarce. Now you must understand that the people from these sections are economically depressed, and therefore education is almost nonexistent. The family, however, is a strong unit in ghettos, and the children are usually very close to their parents, although sometimes juvenile delinquency is a problem. Now, does anyone in the class have any familiarity with juvenile delinquents? ... No? Well, juvenile delinquents are children from . .
Mandy groaned again, then reached around for her pocketbook and spent a good half hour rummaging through it, sorting out little slips of papers with notes on them, assorted bobby pins and lipsticks, candy wrappers, tampax wrappers. She became totally absorbed in it, and when the class was over it was only the sound of chairs scraping against the floor as they were pushed back underneath desks that caught her attention.
She looked up as Adeline walked toward her, balancing her armful of books in one hand as she tried to wiggle her other arm into the sleeve of her coat.
"Want to go over to the cafeteria and have some coffee?" she asked, finally putting down the books so that she could get both arms into the coat sleeves.
"Yeah, okay," Mandy said softly, staring out into space.
They waited impatiently for all the other girls to leave the room, and when the doorway was clear they headed toward it, obviously very relieved that the class was over.
"I swear," Adeline said, "I never, never heard Oakley talk such absolute crap. She makes me so angry the way she refuses to look at reality. She just reads her little sociology texts and then talks about things like life in ghettos, and I doubt very much that she's ever set foot in a lower-middle-class neighborhood, much less a ghetto!"
"Yeah, you're right. As a matter-of-fact, I remember one day last semester when she was talking to someone-after class, I think-and I overheard her say that she grew up in Manchester."
"Well, there you are. Manchester's about as far from a ghetto as Mars is."
"Oh, shit, it's so cold I think I'm going to die," Mandy said as she pushed open the heavy glass door and the wind came whipping into her, bringing tears to her eyes. "Come on, let's run."
Together they charged out of the liberal arts building and ran across the quadrangle to the cafeteria, not slowing up at all till they reached the cafeteria door, panting, their cheeks red from cold, their noses shiny and almost running.
They elbowed their way to the front of the line, feeling annoyed by the loud, high-pitched female chatter surrounding them. Fragments of conversations assaulted them.
They managed to get their coffee, and after three or four minutes of searching, found an empty table.
"So," Adeline said as soon as they had their coats off and were seated, "you think you might change your mind about the guys from State?"
"I doubt it," Mandy replied. Then, after a moment's pause, "But just in case I do change my mind, where will everyone be?"
"Well, Carole told me that Hank-the guy she's been seeing for the last few weeks, and who, incidentally, is supposed to be fantastic in bed-will be in the lobby of Smith Hall at around nine o'clock."
"So?"
"Don't rush me," Adeline said, laughing, I'm getting to that. With him will be five guys from the basketball team-all very tall, all reported to be good-looking, and all reported to be-"
"Fantastic in bed," Mandy cut in, her voice clearly giving away her lack of interest. "Every guy I've met from that school is supposed to be great, but so far all I've met are real losers ... slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am types, you know what I mean?"
"Sure, I know," Adeline confessed. "That guy I went out with last week was a real pig, and Carole told me he was supposed to be so terrific ... what a disappointment. You know what?" she lowered her voice to a near-whisper, I'd have had more fun with my vibrator."
"Well, that's exactly what I mean. All semester Carole has taken it upon herself to personally screw every male student at State, and then to make recommendations. Well I've taken a few of her recommendations, and each one's been worse than the one before him."
"But they're the only guys around. I guess those are the breaks when your parents send you to an all-girls college in the middle of Vermont."
"That, Adeline, is the root of our problem."
"Our problem? What do you mean?"
"Well, don't tell me you like being stuck up here any more than I do ... I know you hate it. And I hate it. I feel like I've been put in cold storage for four years, with no possible chance of escape. Christ, it amazes me that I've already put in ttvo years. In some ways the time went so fast, but then, at other times, it seemed to take so much longer than just two years."
"I know what you mean," Adeline said. "About being in cold storage-that's pretty much the way I feel."
"Last summer I went home, and it was such a drag-everyone I knew from high school was either in Europe or in California, having fun, and there I was stuck at home with my parents. I actually looked forward to coming back to school."
"Well, it's March, so there's only a few more months till summer vacation comes around again," Adeline said. "You think you can stand it that long?"
"Do I have a choice?" Mandy asked sarcastically, stirring her coffee and staring down into it.
"No, I suppose not ... Anyway, what do you say about tonight?"
"I feel like saying no, that I definitely won't be there, but then when night comes and I'm sitting alone in my room, probably feeling like being with a guy, I'll change my mind."
"So just say yes now so that Carole won't try to get another girl ... try? ... what am I saying? She wouldn't have to try-all she'd have to do is put a notice on the bulletin board-they'd come flocking around from every dorm on the campus with their mouths hanging open."
Mandy laughed, picturing thousands of college girls running into Smith Hall to attack five basketball players from State University.
"Okay, I'll be there," she said reluctantly, dreading it and looking forward to it at the same time.
"Good, now that that's settled, what are you going to wear?"
"Oh, Christ, Adeline, how the hell do I know what I'm going to wear. Ask me tonight, right before I get dressed."
"Okay, okay. Wow-you're really acting touchy, you know?"
"Yeah," Mandy said, her face crumpling into a little mask of annoyance. "Yeah, I know. So?"
"So nothing, Mandy, so absolutely nothing....I'm going back to the dorm now-stop by my room later, when you get out of this mood you're in."
"Uhhh."
"Is that the best you can do? A grunt for an answer?"
"Uhhh."
Adeline took one last look at her friend's obviously miserable expression, then slipped on her coat and quickly left the cafeteria.
"Oh, Mandy, I didn't see you sitting here. Mind if I sit down?"
She looked up to see Carole, squinted her eyes, and said: "Would it make any difference if I did?" Then she shrugged her shoulders and stared down into the dark brown coffee in her cup.
"Well!" Carole said huffily as she slid her bottom onto the seat, "You don't have to be sarcastic."
"Oh, no? Why not?"
"Really, Mandy, I don't like it when people talk to me like that."
"No? Well, who invited you?"
"Now look, I'm not going to let you get me angry," Carole warned. "In fact, if you must know, I came over to invite you to a little party tonight."
Mandy, knowing that Carole was terrifically eager to tell her all about the boys from State, couldn't resist ruining it for her. "A party?" she said mockingly. "A party? Could it be the same party that's supposed to be over at Smith Hall at nine o'clock tonight with five basketball players from State?"
She scrutinized Carole, waiting to see the crestfallen look of disappointment; it was not long in coming.
"Who told you?" Carole squealed, looking surprisingly and ridiculously close to tears. "Who was it? Mandy, you tell me who told you!"
Oh, this is priceless, Mandy thought. Unable to resist, she continued teasing: "I'll never tell."
"Mandy-you tell me who told you about my party or I'll-I'll-"
"What? What will you do, Carole-refuse to let me come?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'll do," Carole replied, feeling more and more angry by the minute.
"And how do you propose to stop me?" Mandy asked, looking directly into Carole's eyes.
"Well...."
"Oh, go sit somewhere else," Mandy said suddenly, her voice sharp. "Go find another table."
"Mandy," Carole said, her voice taking on a new tone of grave importance and concern, "is something bothering you? Whatever it is, you can tell me."
"Fuck off."
"Mandy? Such language!"
"Oh, Christ, will you please leave me alone!"
"Don't you want to come to my party tonight? Don't you want to be with a guy?"
"Carole, you're really becoming a pain in the ass, you know? And as for your party-I don't know whether I'll come or not, but it really doesn't matter-those guys are from State."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Carole demanded.
"It means that I've tried a few of your 'highly recommended guys from State,' and they aren't worth shit."
"But-"
"That guy you told me about last month-Eric-well, I was with him a few weeks ago, and all I can say is-if he satisfies you, you're not much of a woman."
"But-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know-you were with him and he fucked you senseless."
"Now look, Mandy, this is going a bit too far. I've sat here and heard all your insults, but that's really too much-no one says things like that about me. I like to think of myself as a liberated young woman, but I don't like people to talk about me that way."
"What way?" Mandy teased, enjoying the game.
"You know what way-saying things about me-well-fucking."
"Don't you like to get fucked?"
"Mandy!"
"Carole!"
"I've had all I'm going to take ... and you're not invited to my party tonight!" Carole said indignantly, getting up and starting to walk a way.
Mandy called after her: "That's okay, I've got a dildo."
Carole was blushing terribly by the time she reached the cafeteria exit.
Now why the hell did I do that? Mandy asked herself. Oh well, at least it broke the boredom for a few minutes.
She finished her coffee, which had grown lukewarm, and then left the cafeteria, the feeling of boredom and restlessness returning. When she reached the quadrangle she pulled her coat tightly around her and lifted her face to the sky, her eyes searching fruitlessly for the sun, hidden behind heavy gray clouds.
Mandy threw her books on the desk, slipped out of her coat and threw it on the chair, then threw herself on the bed, face down, and hugged the pillow tightly to her breasts. The muscles in her legs were flexed, and there was a small but spreading heat between her legs.
She began to rock her hips from side to side, feeling her clitoris harden as she ground her pelvis against the mattress. Oh God, why do I stay here? she asked herself, why? why? She repeated the word over and over in rhythm to her hip movements. The gentle swaying motion eased the tension gathering in her mind and body, as if she were an infant being rocked in a cradle.
Her thoughts drifted off as she calmed and soothed herself, but soon a restlessness started to grow again, and she found herself rocking her hips in a hard, steady motion, her arms straight down at her sides, her face smothered in the pillow, her fists clenched tightly. Making a concerted effort to relax again, she mentally directed all her muscles to loosen. But the concentration in itself caused even more tension.
Disgusted and suddenly noticing a cold draft seeping into the room from the window over her bed, she turned over and stood up in one motion. She opened her eyes-they had been shut so tightly that now she saw bright splashes of colors as her pupils contracted. "Oh shit," she said aloud, then reached up and pulled the curtain closed. The action made her realize how cold she was, shivering and wrapping her arms about herself, so she crossed the room and pulled a sweater out from beneath a heap of clothes on her desk chair.
As soon as she lay down again someone out in the hall called, "Mandy! Hey, Mandy! Telephone!"
Again, in one motion, she turned over and stood up, then walked sort of woodenly, pulling her sweater tighter around her breasts, out into the hall.
"Who is it?" she asked the blond freshman holding the receiver.
"I don't know," the girl replied, putting her hand over the mouthpiece, "but it's a man."
A jolt of heat charged her body. A man. Rob.
She reached out and snatched the receiver from the girl, who looked very surprised, then turned toward the wall and held it against her ear.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi yourself."
"Where are you?"
"Well, I'm downtown now, at a meeting, but it looks like it'll break up in another hour or so. You planning anything for tonight?"
"No."
That's my girl," he replied.
"I was hoping you'd call-I thought you might-so I didn't make any plans." She lowered her voice to the softest of whispers, "Rob, you know I'm always free when you want to see me."
"Be a good girl and look real special, okay? I thought we'd have dinner at Gino's, then drive to Manchester...."
"What timer
"Oh, wait a minute," he said, and she heard voices in the background as a few men seemed to be telling him something, "Look, Mandy, I've got to get backwe're about to vote on the stock option-anyway, about eight-thirty, in front of the dorm."
She made a kissing sound at him, then hung up the phone, pulled off the sweater and raced back to her room.
She stripped quickly, slipped on a robe, then took a large plastic bag and began filling it with things from the top drawer of her bureau: bath oil, bubble bath, powder, and a pre-wrapped packet of lilac-scented douche liquid. Racing back out into the hall and down to the bathroom, she felt happy and relaxed, all traces of her earlier mood having disappeared.
She closed the door and started the tub, poured in the oil and bubbles, then filled her douche bag at the sink, added the scented liquid, hung it from the tub faucet, and gingerly stepped into the hot water. She sank down into it, feeling the silkiness of her skin as it soaked up the perfumed oil, swirled her arms a few times through the bubbles, then leaned back and with one hand parted the lips of her vagina and with the other inserted the nozzle of the douche.
Her eyes closed slowly and her thoughts hung suspended as the heated water caressed her body and the douche liquid spurted up her cunt and bathed her cervix. She let the back of her hand brush back and forth across her clit, making it hard and deep red in moments.
She pictured Rob's face, that incredibly handsome smile and his twinkly blue eyes, the whiteness of his teeth, the strands of gray hair mingled with dark brown. And then suddenly she was seeing his face buried between her legs, saw his tongue running up and down along the sides of her cunt lips, darting in and out of her hole, pulling and sucking her clit. Her hand began working faster as the douche splashed again and again against her vagina walls, cleansing and stimulating every tiny, fleshy fold.
She pictured the top of his head contrasted against her belly, envisioned his face wallowing in her crotch, and she came, pulsing and throbbing around the douche nozzle, her clitoris twitching uncontrollably.
When the climax subsided she sighed softly, finished rinsing out her cunt, then washed slowly, loving the feel of the soapy washcloth gliding along her skin.
When she was through she hurried out of the tub and back to her room, closed the door, then sat down on her bed and as quickly lost in deep, heavy thought. And then there was a knock on her door.
"Mandy, hey, you in there?" came a high-pitched female voice. "It's me ... you in there?"
Although she was tempted to remain silent, she called back, "Yeah, come on in."
"You out of your mood yet?" Adeline asked as she entered the room.
"Yes-I'll tell you about it, but first close the door."
Adeline did, then crossed the room, lifted the pile of clothes from the desk chair, placed them on the floor, and sat down.
"Well?"
"Well, Rob called."
"Oh-You going to see him tonight?"
"Uh-huh. We're having dinner at Gino's, then going to Manchester. That's where we've been going the last few weeks. The Hilltop."
"Oh? That's supposed to be a really beautiful place. Sharon was telling me that her parents stayed there when they came to see her last month."
"Yeah-it's incredible. The lobby is all marble, and there are bellhops and maids and clerks all over the place, waiting on you. I really love it. Last week we went there and Rob got us a room on the top floor, and there was a fantastic view of the mountains. When we went to sleep we left the curtains open so that when we woke up the first thing we'd see would be the snow and sun."
"Sounds nice," Adeline said, without much enthusiasm.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, I'd like to know what you were so uptight about this afternoon."
"Oh, I just feel really bored and unhappy here-like I don't belong. The girls here-except you, really-are so immature. I just can't stand it."
"But you're getting an education," Adeline said.
"Yes, but the education itself isn't enough. I want experience, too. Even the courses here, the teachers-everything is such a little dreamland. Reality has never touched Green Mountain College. The only relief I get is when I'm with Rob, but that's such an indefinite thing. He has to lie to his wife, and sneak around, and I love him and he loves me, but I know he really thinks of me as a kid. I mean, if he were seeing a woman on the side-a woman of his own age-he'd still have to sneak, but at least he wouldn't feel funny about people thinking she was his daughter."
"Does he feel that way with you?"
"I think so. He's never actually said that, but I have a strong feeling."
"So why do you stay with him?"
"Because," Mandy said, "I love him and he's the only man around. The guys from the other colleges in this area are so-so-"
"Yeah, I know," Adeline sympathized, "but they're all that's available."
"Not if you find a man like Rob," Mandy replied. "It's like-well, when I'm with Rob I feel like so much more than just a girl-I really feel like a woman. He treats me in a way no college guy I've ever known has treated me."
"But you know the situation with him-you know he's not planning to divorce his wife, that you can never be anything more to him than you are right now."
"What I am to him right now," Mandy said, "is plenty. It's enough for me ... I don't think I'd want to mean more to him....I'm his plaything-but he's mine."
"But that's just male chauvinism in reverse," Adeline said.
"Maybe, but so what? I'm bored, I like good sex, and I can't stand to stay around here alone-or with the guys from State-on the weekends. Rob offers me an alternative to that-a very attractive alternative. And as far as the thing about nothing ever coming of our relationship-I wouldn't want anything to come of it. Marriage, to Rob or to any man, isn't my idea of-well, of life, I guess."
"Well, I won't say that I don't envy certain aspects of your relationship, because I do, but I really think that you'd be better off steadily dating-if you want to have a thing with just one man-guys who have a bit more potential."
"Potential for what?" Mandy asked, rising from the bed and crossing to the bureau.
"Potential for a possible commitment-a commitment in terms of marriage or living together."
"But that isn't what I want," Mandy said, stepping out of her robe and standing naked before the bureau. "I want a man who'll give me what I want, satisfy my emotional and sexual needs, and let me satisfy his, without any strings attached."
She bent down and pulled open the bottom drawer. Adeline glanced at her upturned ass, her eyes following the crevice between the cheeks from its point of origin at the base of Mandy's spine right on down till it disappeared in a dark, furry patch between her legs. Then Mandy stood up, clutching a blue and silver sweater, and held it in front of her as she faced Adeline.
"What do you think? Is this nice enough to wear to Gino's for dinner?"
"Sure," Adeline replied, her eyes settling on Mandy's breasts as she put down the sweater.
"What pants?" she said absently, walking to her closet and rummaging through. "You think my black pants-the tight crepe ones-are okay?" she called from the closet
"Sure," Adeline called back, then realized that she hadn't even heard Mandy's question. "What?" she called.
"Nothing-never mind!" came the reply.
Then she reappeared, black pants in hand.
They talked on for a while, about other girls on the dorm, classes, teachers, and then Adeline asked, "Do you really have a good time in bed with Rob?"
"What makes you ask that?" Mandy replied.
"Curiosity, I guess," Adeline said. "But tell me."
"Okay-yes, I have a very good time in bed with him."
"What's he like? I mean, what does he do? What are his preferences?"
"Well, he loves to go down on me, and he loves to have me suck him, but he won't ever let himself come in my mouth-he says that turns him off, though I can't understand it. I love it when a man shoots in my mouth-it's so incredibly sensual."
"What else?" Adeline prodded.
"Well, when we ball he's very tender at first, but then he gets more and more demanding, and sometimes he rams himself into me with such force that I'm sore all the next day ... but I don't mind. The soreness always reminds me of the sex, and then I feel horny again."
"Does he ever ask you to do anything weird?"
"Like what?" Mandy wanted to know.
"Oh, I don't know....But to change the subject-does he like your breasts?"
"Well, he likes them, and he loves to chew my nipples when they get hard and tough, but that's only when we're first starting. By the time we get around to actually fucking he's lost interest in them completely. But now that I think of it-he does play with them a lot, squeezing and pulling them, when I sit on him. You know, when I sit on his cock and he's lying on his back, he likes to reach up and pull my nipples."
"That really turns me on," Adeline confessed. "Any guy who lets me sit on his cock while he plays with my nipples-wow! I get all wet just thinking about it." She tossed her head and her yellow-blond hair sparkled softly as it swirled across her face.
"Well, I'm sure you'd dig Rob," Mandy said.
"When do I get to meet him? You know, you've kept him so hidden from me-from all of the girls. I'd really like to meet him, or at least see him. Why don't you bring him into the dorm some night?"
"You've got to be kidding," Mandy answered. "And let him see the girls I go to school with-this whole part of my life? Never!"
"Well, how about if I go out to the car when he comes to pick you up....I could pretend I was just walking along when you come out, and then you could act surprised to see me and introduce me to him."
"No," Mandy said, very simply and very directly. What she didn't say, directly or otherwise, was that Rob had been asking her to introduce him to some of her girlfriends, with the thought in mind that maybe he could get Mandy and the other girl to participate in a three-way scene with him.
"Why not?" Adeline wanted to know.
"Just no-that's all. Now let's forget it, okay?"
"Okay," Adeline replied, then rose and walked slowly out of the room, half waiting to hear Mandy call her back. But Mandy didn't, so she went all the way out into the hall and closed the door behind her, then went to her own room.
Mandy got dressed slowly and sensually, thinking constantly of Rob, anticipating their evening together. She hadn't seen him for a week, she realized as she stepped into the frilly lace panties she'd bought the day before. One entire week since she'd had a man inside her. An involuntary quiver started at the base of her spine and crawled all the way up to her neck.
She dabbed on perfume behind her ears, along the underside of her chin, along her neck, beneath her breasts, around her nipples, on her hips, along the outer lips of her cunt, behind her knees and ankles.
Then, feeling terribly horny and sensual, she pulled the silver and blue sweater over her head and down, then stepped into the black crepe pants. She went back to the closet, picked up a pair of silver sandal-type shoes, then realized that her feet would freeze in them, put them back and selected a pair of soft, black leather boots.
She sat on the bed and pulled them on, then went to the bureau and faced herself in the mirror. She applied her makeup carefully, almost reverently, then stood back a foot or two and looked at her reflection. She was pleased, but not satisfied. She wiped off the eyeliner and reapplied it heavier, put on more eye shadow, then stood back again. Now she was satisfied. Her blue eyes twinkled beneath the silver eyelids, her cheeks glowed with a soft, warm, fleshy hue, and the rosy hp gloss sparkled and reflected little beams of fight, almost like a diamond.
"Now," she muttered under her breath, "my hair."
She reached for her brush and began to pull it through her thick mane of dark, rich brown hair, twirling the brush as it reached the ends, flipping her hair under slightly. She called it her Heddy Lamarr look.
Again she stepped back from the mirror to get better perspective. Yes, everything was just right. All that was left was selection of jewelry, which was really no selection at all. She only had three good pieces, and she had no choice but to wear them. A gold and pearl necklace, an emerald and diamond ring, and a pearl bracelet.
She put them on lovingly, then crossed her room, switched on the radio and danced back to the bureau.
Funny, she thought, how I can feel so down at one minute and feel so terrific an hour later. She fussed with her hair and makeup for a few more minutes, wiggling her ass in time to the music, then looked at the clock, grabbed her coat and bag and dashed out into the hall.
Then, holding her body very erect and feeling sexy and beautiful, she walked nonchalantly down the hall and down the stairs, through the dorm lobby and out onto the front steps.
It was freezing, and she pulled her coat tight around her body, glad she'd decided on the boots rather than silver sandals. A few girls passed her on their way in or out of the dorm, but other than that everything was still and peaceful, the wind howling softly through the trees.
Rob finally arrived, about twenty minutes late. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight of his car and the instantly renewed anticipation of the evening ahead.
He pulled up before the steps, leaned over and opened the car door for her. She stepped in gracefully, aware of her every move.
"Hi," he said, smiling, then leaned over and placed his lips against hers, parting them slightly so she could feel the heat and warmth of his mouth.
"Mmmm," she replied, returning his kiss and feeling the moisture between her legs.
He pulled back, put the Porsche into gear, then drove off quickly.
"How was the meeting?" she asked him, not really caring how it went but wanting to make conversation.
"Oh, it was okay-you know," was all he replied.
"Did you vote on the stock option?" she prodded.
"Don't you worry your pretty head over business matters," was his answer.
Feeling annoyed at being taken for such an unsophisticated, empty-headed woman, but afraid to allow her feelings to show, she changed the subject.
"I'm looking forward to going to Manchester-it's so beautiful there." Then she felt foolish, for she knew that the only reason she cared one way or the other about Manchester was because that's where they'd make love. And he knew it, too.
He smiled, looked shyly at her for a split second, then returned his eyes to the road.
"Aren't you going to say I look nice?" she asked him, pretending to be offended that he'd neglected to notice.
Slick, as always, he replied. "I didn't think there was any need to tell you-you always look beautiful, tonight and every night."
Annoyed again but still afraid to show her feelings, she tried again.
"It's supposed to snow tomorrow-it'll be so nice in the hotel room, looking out at the mountains behind the falling snow."
"Oh-didn't I tell you? I have an early meeting in the morning ... we have to check out by nine o'clock."
"Oh," she said, disappointed. "I was hoping we could spend at least part of tomorrow together."
"Maybe next weekend. But I've got some pretty complicated business deals happening now, and I can't afford to not show up at a meeting as important as this one."
"Is it about the stock option?" Mandy asked.
"Like I said," Rob replied, "don't worry about business. That's the last thing in the world I want to talk about with you."
"What would you prefer talking about?" she teased.
"Sex."
"Oh, shit, I thought it was going to be something interesting," she joked.
He took his right hand from the steering wheel and shoved it between her legs. "Isn't that interesting enough?" he asked.
"Well, when you put it that way...." She felt her clitoris harden the moment his hand pushed its way between her legs.
He laughed and removed his hand.
"I missed you a lot this week," she said.
"I was away most of the week-didn't I tell you last weekend that I was going to Vegas?"
"Las Vegas?"
"Yeah. I was sure I told you about it."
"No, you didn't. It doesn't matter, though. Tell me what it's like there."
"Well, it's very hot," he said, then flicked on the turn signal and made a right, another right, then a left. "And it's pretty strange, really. Gambling fever-it gets everyone out there. Little old ladies pouring dimes into slot machines, big-time gamblers sweating it out at the crap tables ... it's quite a sight."
"I can imagine," she said, though she couldn't imagine at all.
They pulled into Gino's parking lot. He got out and locked his door, then walked around the car and helped her out.
"Hungry?" he asked, taking her arm and walking toward the restaurant.
"Starving," she replied. "I could eat a horse."
"How about me?"
"You too," she answered, laughing.
They entered the restaurant, checked their coats, then the maitre de showed them to a table.
They each ordered a martini, then sat back and talked quietly, privately, about the evening ahead of them.
"I can't wait to get you into bed," he said, holding her hand. "I want to ram myself inside you till it pops out of your throat."
She blushed, squirmed around on her seat, and nodded.
"And I want to take your nipples into my mouth and suck and chew them, and I want to run my tongue along your slit, and poke it into your twat, and rub my nose on your clit and hear you cry out when you come."
"Rob," she said, her voice hoarse and low. "Rob." She squeezed his hand.
They ate their dinner quickly, not even tasting it, so eager to get to Manchester.
When they returned to his car she pulled off her coat and boots, then snuggled beside him, pressing one tit against his arm, allowing one hand to stray to his cock.
It shot up immediately, and she slowly unzipped his fly and took it out.
"I hope we don't have an accident," he joked. "I'd die of embarrassment if I was found with my dong hanging out of my pants like that"
She squeezed it; it pulsed back at her.
She removed her hand for a moment to turn on the radio, then put it back on his cock and began to stroke it softly with the palm of her hand, humming almost inaudibly, her nipples stiff beneath her sweater.
He sat back as much as possible, spreading his legs as far as he could without taking his foot from the gas pedal, and sighed.
Her hand worked slowly on his cock, rubbing the sensitive, nearly transparent skin, running the tip of her thumb over the crown of his rod, squeezing and pulling it every few minutes just because she loved to feel it pulse at her as the blood rushed through it.
His balls were heavy, and as she gently cupped them and pulled them out of his shorts a small sound escaped his lips.
"What?" she teased.
"Nothing ... nothing. Just don't stop!" he said, his voice urgent and demanding.
"I wouldn't stop-even if you were dead," she replied matter-of-factly, then realized how it must have sounded, felt foolish, then got back into giving him a hand job.
She made a fist around the hard, hot cock protruding from his groin, then began to beat the fist up and down, pulling the foreskin of his prick as she did so. Her fingertips reached down to tickle his hairy balls and heft them, one at a time.
They were such delicate sacs, yet she felt almost as though they were begging her to be a bit firmer, harsher with them. But she resisted and continued to be gentle, stimulating him to near-climax as they sped through the night toward Manchester's Hilltop Inn.
The heater was going full blast, and it made them both feel hornier, yet sleepy at the same time. His cock, in her hand, felt hard and ready, and his entire body, enveloped in the heat coming from beneath the dashboard, gave him a sensation of all-over stimulation. Yet he had to keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, for the Porsche was new, and he considered it one of his most valuable possessions-not in terms of money so much as status and virility.
Mandy's hand was joined by her other hand, and together they worked on him, pumping, pulling, squeezing, offering every sensation possible from the contact of hands and cock and balls. He arched his hips a bit, thrusting himself into her hands, thinking how well he'd taught her, what an expert at sex she now was. He remembered their first time together, how she'd been so unsophisticated, and how he'd carefully and patiently shown her how, and when, and with what amount of pressure at what time-all the little nuances and subtleties that meant so much to him. In a way, he felt that Mandy was his possession, that he'd brought her up, so to speak, and that it was his right to demand and get whatever he wanted from her. And she'd grown to accept it, too, maybe because she was grateful for the sex, the companionship, the away-from-campus life with which he provided her.
He felt terribly manly and virile behind the wheel of his Porsche, a beautiful young brunette jerking him off as they drove, the heat and music soothing them. Yes, he thought, this is the way I always wanted it to be, and now I have it; I have everything I've ever wanted. But it didn't occur to him how sad it was that it'd taken so many years to achieve, that he could have enjoyed his wealth and power that much more had it been within his reach at age twenty-five rather than age forty-five.
His thoughts rambled on, private thoughts, and every few minutes he lost himself in the sexuality, in the feel of the tender young hands caressing his cock and balls. He took his eyes from the road and looked at her, thought how bittersweet the beauty of her face and body was-how he longed for it even when the longing was pointless, when she was there beside him.
Mandy felt secure and warm, the college-girl attitudes of intellectualism and boredom no longer within her. Her hand was wrapped snugly around a big, thick prick, a pair of heavy, hairy balls beneath her other hand, and a hot, urgent wetness spreading between her legs. Sometimes she felt she really loved Rob, but in her more lucid moments she realized that their relationship was more just a case of mutual usage-he used her for sex, she used him for money, sex, and freedom from campus life. But it worked out satisfactorily, they both got what they wanted from each other ... there was only that one little obstacle.
As if reading her thoughts, Rob broke the silence by saying, "Have you given any thought to what we talked about last weekend?"
"What was that?" she replied, feigning ignorance.
"You know-about bringing one of your college girlfriends along some weekend."
"No," she said, feeling a sudden surge of resentment, "I haven't."
"But, Mandy, I asked you to. I specifically asked you to think about it and try to select someone."
She removed her hand from his groin. "You know, I still don't understand why you want to do this. Aren't I enough? Don't I satisfy you?"
"Of course you satisfy me," Rob answered, reaching over and taking her hand, placing it back on his still-hard penis. "I just like a little variety."
"Variety at the cost of forcing me to do something that turns my stomach?"
"But why should it?" he said, thrusting his hips forward so that his cock frictioned against her hand, which was limply holding it and making absolutely no effort to excite him further.
"Because I want to be with you alone," she countered. "If I wanted another girl in on it, I'd just have a private thing with her. But I don't want that."
"But it's not really very mature to condemn something before you've given it a try."
"Why should I try something when the very idea of it makes me sick?"
"Mandy, you're being very obstinate," he said, a note of anger creeping into his voice. "I said that I want another girl along, and I meant it." His tone left no doubt whatsoever that he expected to get his way.
"And what about me?" she asked defensively. "I should do everything you ask just because you ask it? Bullshit!" Again she removed her hand from his cock.
This time he didn't put it back; just shifted his weight around, keeping his eyes straight ahead, and pushed his softening cock back inside his pants.
They were silent, uncomfortably so, for a few minutes. Then, she said meekly, "I'm sorry. I really don't want to argue with you."
Seeing that he had her where he wanted her, Rob replied, "Does that mean you're willing to give it a try?"
"Well, I guess so," she said, angry at herself, angry at him, but still terribly horny and eager to get to the hotel.
"When?"
"Maybe next weekend," she replied.
Again, silence hung heavily in the small car. Thoughts raced through her mind-about the proposed menage a trois, about the sex they'd have within a matter of hours, about who she'd choose to bring into their relationship.
Finally they arrived at the inn, parked, and walked slowly to the hotel lobby without saying a single word.
She stayed a few feet behind him when he approached the desk and registered, smiled what she hoped was a wifely-looking smile as the bellhop escorted them up in the elevator and to the room, then at last they were alone again, the door closed, the do-not-disturb sign hanging from the knob.
"Let's take a shower together," Rob said as he loosened his necktie and removed a bottle of twelve-year-old scotch from his attache case.
"Okay," she answered, without much feeling.
"Look, Mandy, I really don't want this thing to become a major issue. I'd like to make love to you and another girl at the same time-as simple as that ... it really doesn't have to cause such problems or make you feel depressed."
"Oh, I don't feel depressed," she said acidly, "just a little put off."
"For Christ's sake, why?"
"Because, as I've already explained to you, it makes me feel that I'm not enough for you, that you need more than I can give you."
"Not need, want," he corrected. "And let's stop talking about it, okay? Your reactions are starting to make me feel like a dirty old man."
"Okay, let's take a shower," she replied, her anger beginning to dissolve.
He watched her undress, as she knew he would, his eyes riveted to her body as it was slowly revealed to him, inch by inch. She first removed her jewelry, slowly, toying with him and knowing fully that his cock was hardening. Then she stood up, tossed her dark hair, and pulled her sweater up and over her head, revealing her large, firm breasts and pink nipples. He gave a low, significant whistle as she bared them for him.
Then she unbuttoned her slacks and stepped out of them, her long, smooth, shapely thighs coming into view. She looked at him, sitting in the chair, his hand on his groin, the bottle of scotch resting on the arm of the chair, then quickly peeled off her panties and stood naked before him, eager for his admiration of her young and beautiful body.
She walked over to him and thrust her hips forward so that her cunt was just a few inches from his face.
"Like it?" she asked playfully.
He growled at her jokingly, then wrapped his arms around her hips, placing the palms of his hands on the twin cheeks of her ass to pull her forward, burying his face in her pubic bush.
"Mmmm," she murmured, looking down and getting wetter just from the sight of his head in her crotch.
He began to move his face back and forth, rubbing it against her twat. Her nipples began to stiffen and throb slightly, and mentally she could feel his face there, too, rubbing back and forth between her tits, making them bounce and wobble. His hands were firmly grasping her ass-cheeks, squeezing and pulling them hard, and as she looked down she could see the huge bulge in his pants as his hard-on grew and grew.
Suddenly he pulled back, lifted his face from her sex-wet vagina, and said, "Come on, let's get into the shower." His hands gave her buttocks one last sensual squeeze, then he released her and rose, stripped quickly but not without noticing her look of arousal as his cock came poking out through the opening in his shorts. Then Rob pulled them off too and together they stood naked in the middle of the room, arms around each other, looking out the window at the night-black sky and the millions of twinkling stars.
Slowly they entered the bathroom, and as she turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature he lifted the toilet seat, took his penis in hand, and let out a long, steady stream of piss. Then he shook off the last few droplets that clung to his cockhead, kissed her lightly on the mouth, and they entered the shower to stand beneath the hard, beating rivulets of hot water.
He soaped her first, lathering the washcloth and then rubbing it all over her body, savoring the feel of her sensual young curves beneath his hands, every now and then stopping momentarily to lean down and place his mouth against hers and push his tongue between her lips. She accepted it readily, sucking it into her own mouth and rubbing her tongue against it, loving the feel of their saliva mingling.
He spent quite a while on her breasts, lathering them, rubbing them with the washcloth and then throwing it to the floor and using his hands, feeling her up, stimulating her, pinching her nipples hard, loving their deep red hue as they stiffened even more and got all crinkly around the edges. Then he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, realized he'd neglected to rinse off the soap and quickly drew back, spit out the soap, directed the shower spray against her boob and watched intently as the soap thinned and ran off, then put his mouth back to suck hard on the nipple, pushing his head against the fleshy tit as he chewed on it.
She reached down and grasped his cock, rubbed soap on it, then began her hand job, making a fist and running it up and down the shaft, using her thumb to titillate the head, picturing the spear pushing into her cunt as she would he beneath him within a matter of minutes.
They finished washing quickly, Rod making a concerted effort not to shoot his whole creamy wad into her hand while she jerked him off, then toweled off and ran to the bed, fell upon it, he on top of her, and began grinding their hips together in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel the hard, long cock digging into the soft, smooth skin of her belly, and it excited her even more. The manliness of it, the demanding, aggressive, urgent pulsing made her clit throb in anticipation of his penetration of her cunt.
Their mouths met and joined in a fevered clutch, tongues dueling, lips nibbling and sucking, saliva smearing over their chins as his hands roamed all over her body, reacquainting themselves with her curves.
She arched her hips upward, raising his body slightly in the process, her pussy growing more and more heated, wet, demanding....
She placed her hands on the sides of his head and gently began to push him downward till his mouth found her breasts, then let go and allowed him to gobble them to his heart's content. He took one, then the other and, using both his hands and his mouth, he mauled them, pulling and squeezing and biting and sticking. His cock pulsed with desire to get into her cunt, but he held off a while longer, savoring the sweet youth of her big, firm titties. His mouth enveloped one nipple, then widened as he tried to get the entire, fleshy breast into it.
Her body began to feel hot and moist all over as a thin film of perspiration formed and coated her skin.
"Rob, Rob," she moaned, tossing her head from side to side, "please, come inside me now." Her clitoris ached for stimulation and her inner vaginal walls seemed to scream at her for relief. It felt so empty up there-an emptiness that could be filled and satisfied only by a big, thick cock.
And he complied, glad to unleash his desire. He reached down, grasped his cock, guided it to her cunt hole, and pushed. She lifted her legs all the way up and draped them over his shoulders, allowing him total penetration. The tip of his cock bumped against her cervix and she moaned again, then began to rock her hips up and down in rhythm to his own hip thrusts, and they fucked quickly and furiously, so anxious to become part of each other's bodies.
They screwed hard and steadily, pushing and pulling, occasionally grunting from the exertion, and then she felt her orgasm approaching, felt that familiar freezing heat spreading from her cervix down the walls of her cunt and culminating in her clit, which by now was so hard and supersensitive that it could almost have been a miniature cock.
Her whole being became a spinning, churning pool of sexuality and heat, and as it engulfed her she cried out her willingness for it to overtake her....
Spasms started deep inside, then quivered their way downward, tingling and tickling every nerve, drawing her into a cyclone of sex, making her entire being dissolve into nothing but a furry mound of climaxing cunt.
The vaginal spasms made Rob fuck her even harder, eager now to let go his own climax, and he pushed and shoved, loving her cunt, loving his cock, loving the way they joined, and then his balls began to tighten, and within moments he felt the hot, white semen begin its journey from his balls up through his cock. It seemed to take forever for the come to reach his cockhead, but when it did it came shooting out with incredible force. It splashed against her womb, coating the insides of her twat, depleting his strength and making him feel thoroughly drained.
He kept shooting and shooting, spurt after spurt injecting itself deep within her cunt, till finally her last orgasmic spasms subsided and the last creamy white drop of semen had been spent. Then, panting from the effort and intensity, he rolled off her and they lay side by side on the bed, their heads touching as they rested against the pillow.
Her cunt felt tingly and wet, and when she coughed slightly a little drop oozed out from between her cunt lips, trickled down her inner thigh, and suddenly turned cold from exposure to the air.
"I love you," she said simply, but she knew it was a he. For the first time since she'd started seeing him she realized their relationship for what it was, without the pretext of love. She did not love him-her feelings for him could never be deep enough to even approach love, but she did like him, and mostly she liked getting laid, and so far, he was the best she'd had.
I love you, too," he replied, equally aware of his own dishonesty. No, he did not love her, but then he'd never deluded himself into believing that he did. He loved his wife, he loved his money, power, and even his children. Mandy was a sexual toy-sure, he thought, he cared about her, but love didn't enter the picture at all.
Content with their deceit, they fell asleep, she thinking about the intensity of her orgasm, he thinking about his meeting in the morning.
CHAPTER TWO
"Come on, wake up, Mandy-it's late."
"Huh?" she said groggily, half sitting up and trying in vain to accustom her eyes to the light
"It's late-I've got to get to that meeting ... come on, get up!"
"Oh," she murmured, her mind just beginning to function.
"Well, don't just sit there, come on-get up-we've got to hurry. By the time I take you back to school and go home and change and drive back downtown to the meeting ... oh, shit I hope I don't hold up things."
Mandy threw off the covers, shifted her legs around and finally managed to get her feet planted squarely on the floor. Then, with a tremendous effort, she stood up, looked around, squinting from the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, and hurried into the bathroom.
"Do I have time for a shower?" she called.
"No, do that back at the dorm ... hurry up-I want to be out of here within ten minutes."
Feeling annoyed, then warmed as she remembered their sex the night before, she rinsed her mouth, ran a brush through her hair, used a damp washcloth on her face, then returned to the bedroom and dressed quickly, Rob sitting in the chair, watching her, urging her to hurry.
Finally dressed, feeling gritty from sleep, they checked out of the Hilltop Inn, got into the Porsche, ran the engine idly for a few minutes till the heat started coming up, then took off.
Mandy switched on the radio. Rob switched it off. Mandy rolled the window open a bit. Rob leaned across her and shut it again.
"What's with you this morning?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Well, you're certainly acting as though something's wrong."
"Look, I've got a lot on my mind, and I'm trying to think. Be quiet, will you."
She was. They didn't say another word to each other till he drove through the main gates of the campus.
"Don't forget what we talked about," he said a bit gruffly. "What?"
"About bringing along one of your classmates."
"Oh."
I'm serious."
"I know-that's the problem."
"Look, Mandy, I don't have time to hassle with you. I've told you what I want. That's all there is to it."
"But-"
"But nothing. I've given you everything you've asked me for-weekends at nice hotels, clothes, money, everything! All I ask is this one little thing. Surely I have that right."
She said nothing, merely waited till he pulled up in front of her dorm, then quickly got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She didn't turn around till she heard the roar of the motor as he drove off.
Back in her room, back in her blue jeans and sweatshirt lying on her bed, she tried to understand just what was happening in her life. Rob was definitely an issue-a central issue, and she knew exactly what she felt for him and why. What she couldn't understand were her feelings about school, and why she felt so superior to the other students.
It seemed that she was isolated, that Rob offered her the only semblance of reality that existed in the small New England town. Except for Adeline, there was no one to whom she could talk, no one in whom she could confide, feel close to. And she felt very lonely.
There was the sex thing, too. Rob gave her sex-good sex; better sex than she'd ever had from any man, but still she felt unsatisfied sometimes ... maybe, she reasoned, it was because she couldn't just see him whenever she felt like it-it all had to be on his terms, when he was free. He fully expected her to cut classes and break school regulations for him, but he wouldn't ever consider arranging his business schedule according to her free time. It seemed so inequitable, and it made her angry.
Her life seemed so empty, devoid of meaning, yet she could not be any more specific about it. She couldn't determine if the emptiness was a result of the college life, the lack of friends, the lack of male companionship, or merely a result of her own feelings of superiority. It seemed to her that she should feel elated, pleased with her maturity, yet it left her feeling so unsettled and isolated.
What do I want? she asked herself. I know I don't want school, I don't want Rob as a long-term boyfriend, I don't want to be friendlier with the other students. All she knew was what she didn't want-what she did want remained a mystery.
Then she thought of Rob's desire to bring another woman into their sexual relationship. She felt both excited and ashamed, though she had a very difficult time admitting the excitement. It wasn't that she felt afraid of being thought of as a lesbian, or of thinking of herself as a lesbian-she just felt afraid of the openness of it. To freely admit that she could feel sexually aroused by another woman was something she just wasn't prepared to handle. She thought back to the discussions she and Adeline had had about sex and about lesbianism, and suddenly she felt an almost overwhelming need to talk to her.
She got up from the bed, raced out of her room and down the hall, knocked on Adeline's door, got no response, then returned dejectedly to her own room.
She thought she should study, so she picked up a book, but after staring blankly at one page for a half hour, she gave up, turned on the radio, and returned to the bed, where she lay, face-down, her face smothered on the pillow.
She tried to envision herself with Rob and another woman, and it was not as difficult to picture as she'd imagined it would be. In fact, within a few minutes it had become a natural, free, easy kind of imagined relationship, with the three of them nude, in bed, doing all sorts of things to one another's bodies. She pictured herself with her cunt being sucked by a beautiful woman while Rob played with her tits and shoved his cock into her mouth; she pictured the woman sucking her tits while Rob fucked her from behind, doggie style. Her mind's eye flashed from image to image, and she found that she was growing less and less adverse to the idea of a threesome; in fact, it began to appeal to her.
She realized, too, that while sex with Rob was better than any she'd had before, it still left something to be desired. She realized that he always made her have an orgasm, sometimes more than one, but that she still felt empty, somehow, when it was over, and sometimes even during the sex itself.
But what, she asked herself, happens then? If we bring another woman into bed with us, that will become boring too, after a while. And while it would probably do much to relieve her sexual boredom, she doubted that it would in any way affect her general boredom with her life. The problem, she realized, was sexual in part, but it was much greater than sex alone-it was her whole life that was causing the restlessness.
A knock on the door startled her. She lifted her head from the pillow, yelled, "Who is it?" then watched the door open quickly as Adeline came in.
"I thought you were back-I ran into Barbie down the hall and she said you'd been knocking on my door."
"Yeah," Mandy replied.
"What's up?" Adeline asked, sitting down. "How was last night?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," Mandy replied. "Nothing special?"
"Well, we argued for a good part of the evening, and then we got to Manchester and to the hotel, and we took a shower together, had sex-very quickly, I might add-and fell asleep."
"Sounds pretty boring ... though I'm in no position to pass judgment. I went to Carole's 'party' last night-what a drag. These guys, shit, Mandy, they were so bad. I ended up with this one-I think his name was Frank-and we were making out and he was feeling me up, and his hands felt good, so I thought-what the hell, why not? so I sneaked him up to my room."
"And?" Mandy prodded, her interest growing.
"And nothing," Adeline said disgustedly. "We got on the bed, he unzipped his pants, took it out. I reached down to touch him, and he came in my hand."
"Oh, wow," Mandy said. "Too much. Did you throw him out?"
"Well, I really wanted to-I was so horny by then, and angry, too-but I felt sorry for him, so I let him hang around for an hour or so. He kept apologizing and saying that he couldn't understand it-that it'd never happened to him before. But I knew that was bullshit."
"Well, it sounds like your evening was about as bad as mine."
"At least you got laid."
"Yeah, I did, but that wasn't enough."
"Maybe Rob's getting too old," Adeline joked. "Maybe he can't keep it up long enough."
"You know, you might have something there, but I doubt it. His latest kick is trying to get me to bring another girl along and get into a three-way scene."
"How do you feel about it?" Adeline asked.
"Sick, mainly," Mandy replied, then regretted having brought up the subject. But since it was already out in the open, she went on. "Actually, it sort of turns me on, in a way, but it's hard to deal with, you know?"
"I can imagine," Adeline sympathized.
"Anyway, he's been asking about it for the last few weeks, and last night he gave me a sort of ultimatum."
"What are you going to do about it?" Adeline asked, rummaging through her bag for a cigarette.
"I don't know....Give me a cigarette, will you....Anyway," Mandy went on as she accepted Adeline's cigarette and light, "I have to come up with someone. I told him I would-sort of."
"How do you mean 'sort of?"
"Well, he said that he'd always given me everything I've asked him for, which is true, mainly, and that he felt it was certainly his right to ask this of me. I didn't agree in words, but I guess I agreed by keeping silent."
"Yeah " Adeline said, "if you didn't say anything he must've taken it for acceptance."
"So now what do I do?" Mandy said, looking directly at Adeline. "He wants to do it next weekend."
"Have you thought of anyone?" Adeline asked, trying to conceal her excitement
"No," Mandy replied.
Then, summoning all her courage, Adeline said: "Well, I've never done anything like that but since we're such good friends, it would seem logical to ask me."
Mandy looked at her for a long, silent moment flicked the ashes from her cigarette into an ashtray, and said, "Why?"
"Because, like I said, we're such good friends, and besides, you told me how he is in bed, and I'd really like to try him."
"You realize, of course, that it would mean we'd have to get into some kind of scene with each other?"
"Yes," Adeline said very quietly, "I know."
"And you want to?"
Suddenly feeling very embarrassed and that she'd given away too much of her inner feelings, Adeline said, "I'd really like to ball Rob because you said he was good, and if the price I have to pay is getting into a scene with you, well, I'll pay that price."
Again Mandy looked at her friend. Finally she said, "Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes," Adeline answered, looking Mandy right in the eye, I'm sure....That doesn't mean I don't feel a bit of apprehension, but yes, I'm sure."
"Okay," Mandy said, feeling relieved, scared, excited, and horny all at the same time.
"Let's go to the cafeteria for coffee," Mandy answered, anxious to get out of the room, anxious to be surrounded by people. She did not like the changes she was going through.
They sipped their coffee in silence, both lost in thought. Mandy felt that she'd betrayed herself by telling Adeline so much; Adeline felt excited at the prospect of going to bed with Mandy and Rob, but afraid that Mandy would think she was a lesbian and not want her as a friend.
Finally Adeline spoke up, and told Mandy of her fears.
"That's ridiculous," Mandy replied. "If anything, it'll bring us closer together....I don't really want to make love with a woman, but if I'm going to, I'd like it to be you."
Adeline blushed as she felt her cunt begin to moisten. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way," was all she could say.
"But you know-I think maybe-just so we could get accustomed to it-we should try it out together, just the two of us, so that next weekend we'd know what to expect and not go through any heavy changes."
"You mean have sex-you and me? Just the two of us?" Adeline said, feeling more and more interested.
"Yes," Mandy answered. "That way we'd know-like I said, we'd know what to expect. And we could find out what each other likes, so that next weekend we could give each other some pleasure....What do you think?"
"I think it sounds like a good idea," Adeline said, tossing her head to get her long hair out of her eyes. "As you said, that way we'd know exactly what the other likes....I mean, if we're going to do it, we might as well have a good time."
That settled, they finished their coffee and returned to the dorm, talking quietly about school, about how so many girls went home for weekends and that the dorm was almost empty.
Back in Mandy's room, Adeline said: "When?"
"Tonight," Mandy replied. "After everyone's gone to sleep."
"Your room or mine?"
"Yours," Mandy replied without hesitation.
"Okay," Adeline said, then gave Mandy a very self-conscious kiss on the cheek and hurried back to her own room, leaving Mandy to her own private thoughts.
Mandy spent the remainder of the afternoon thinking about the night ahead, wondering how it would feel to have Adeline's mouth on her cunt, wondering if she could bring herself to put her own mouth on Adeline's cunt, imagining the feel of their breasts touching, their clitorises rubbing against each other.
It was so quiet she could hear the silence pounding against her eardrums. She'd taken a bath, feeling a little foolish, powdered and perfumed herself as she would have done for a man, then sat on her bed, waiting, anticipating, experiencing doubts and self-recriminations, but none strong enough to make her want to back out.
Is this something I really want to explore? she asked herself. When Mandy had talked about it she'd been so sure, but now, waiting alone in her room, she wasn't so certain. What if I find out I'm a lesbian, that I only want women from now on? she asked herself.
"Oh, fuck it," Adeline murmured aloud, then took off her robe and ran her hands down her breasts and belly. Then she crawled into bed, reached up and switched off the light, and put her hand comfortingly over her cunt.
Then her hands began to roam freely and softly along the curves and plateaus of her body. Her left hand went to her neck, and she began to massage it as her other hand found her breasts. She squeezed one nipple, gently awakening it. She rolled it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, loving the feel of the crinkly aureole.
Then her other hand left her neck and began to toy with the other breast, kneading, cupping, testing the resilience. They were good tits, she thought, not too flabby, not too small. Her bosoms now stimulated, the nipples erect, her hands moved downward. She stared at the ceiling as she felt the cool, soft flesh of her belly and hips. She rubbed her hands across her stomach and down until they came to rest on the indentation of her waist. She began to tickle herself, running her fingertips all over her middle, stopping occasionally to insert a pinky finger into her bellybutton.
When her hands made contact with her pubic hair, when they felt that first tickle of wiry, crinkly hair, she sighed softly, then plunged both hands quickly, forcefully, between her legs. It was damp and hot down there as she ran her middle finger along both sides of her outer lips, separating them from the hair that covered them. She pulled apart the delicate, petal-like lips and ran her index finger up and down along the creamy pink slit, stirring up the juices, preparing herself for her first female lover.
She shoved two fingers deep inside, then, with her other hand, began to play with her clit, flicking it back and forth with a steady rhythm. She'd always loved to masturbate, even when she'd been a little girl, but now masturbation had become a large part of her life, and it gave her immense satisfaction.
Soon her entire body began to respond to her manual caresses, as if her hands belonged to another per son, as if she had no control over them as they rubbed and scratched her to near-orgasm. But she held off, not wanting to come until she was with Mandy.
Mandy, meanwhile, was just closing the door of her room and starting to pad quietly down the carpeted hall toward Adeline's room. Adeline heard the footsteps though, knowing they were Mandy's, and her hands began to work even faster, swirling her clit into a throbbing erection of sexual need. As the footsteps grew louder her inner cunt began to spasm-tiny, fluttering quivers which weren't an orgasm, but almost....
She held her breath in anticipation as Mandy opened the door and slipped into the room.
"Adeline? You awake?" she called softly.
"Mmm-hmmm," Adeline replied, her hands still buried in her crotch.
"Well, move over," Mandy said, her voice harsh and tender simultaneously.
She slipped out of her robe, let it fall to the floor, then walked to the bed and slid beneath the covers, instantly aware of the heat radiating from Adeline's body.
"I want-" Adeline started to say.
"Ssshhhh," Mandy silenced her. "Let's not talk."
She turned to her and slowly, with infinite softness, and placed her mouth against Adeline's. She parted her lips and stuck out just the tip of her tongue, and began to run it around the edges of Adeline's lips, licking her gently, moistening her girlfriend's mouth with her saliva.
The feel of Mandy's tongue on her lips sent a jolt of electric-like heat through Adeline's body. She turned over on her side so that they were lying face to face, and returned the kiss, but more boldly. She pushed her tongue all the way out and into Mandy's mouth, stretching it as far as it would go.
For a moment each girl felt a slight hesitation, questioning, in their minds, if this was what they really wanted. Then, with an urgency neither had ever felt before, their mouths crushed together, tongues shoving, pushing, licking, their parted lips pressed tightly together as they ate each other's mouths.
Mandy wrapped her arms around Adeline, hugging her close as their breasts pushed together, their nipples touching each other. Somehow no decision had been made as to who the aggressor would be, and which would take the passive role. Now, without thought, Mandy took the manly role-it felt so right and natural as she rolled over on top of Adeline, their mouths still locked in feverish desire.
Mandy ran her hands through Adeline's hair as she rhythmically ground her hips on her girlfriend's, her tongue pushing in and out of her mouth. Her clitoris and nipples were fully hardened as they frictioned against Adeline's clit and nipples.
The sheets grew hot from their humping bodies, and gradually they began to dampen with perspiration. Adeline's clitoris was red and throbbing, and the sexual need that filled her cunt emanated outward, spreading to every part of her body.
She moaned and thrust her hips upward, rubbing her cunt against Mandy's, and then Mandy rolled off her and let her hands roam over her girlfriend's body.
She placed both hands firmly against Adeline's breasts, felt the heat radiating from them, felt the stiffened nipples against her palms. She began to squeeze the meaty tits, flashing briefly on the way Rob fondled her own breasts. The tits felt so full and hot, so needing, and she wondered if that was how her own felt to Rob's exploring hands.
She began to pinch and tweak Adeline's nipples, then nuzzled her face in her neck and began to gently chew and suck on her earlobe; then, as she grew more and more horny, she began to dart her tongue in and out of Adeline's ear, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers in rhythm to her tongue thrusts. Soon Adeline's ear was coated with Mandy's saliva, the hair surrounding it damp and clinging to her neck, and she began to murmur softly under her breath.
Mandy, sensing Adeline's rapidly building desire and assuming full control over it, moved her mouth away from her ear and slid downward, replacing her hands on Adeline's heavy tits with her mouth, taking first one and then the other nipple into her mouth and sucking hard.
Her hands moved downward too, playing gently across Adeline's belly and through her pubic hairs, then plunged between her legs and went to work, fondling her cunt.
Adeline felt totally overwhelmed, somewhat frightened by the intensity of the sexuality she was feeling, but more than relieved to let Mandy take care of it. A small cry escaped her heat-parched lips as Mandy's fingers separated her outer cunt lips and ran up and down the creamy slit, coating themselves with Adeline's vaginal juices.
Mandy's own cunt was beginning to pulse, but she did not want to hurry things; she wanted to make long, slow love to Adeline, her first female lover. She continued to play with her cunt, using both hands in rhythm to her lips and teeth working over her nipples. Her left hand curled itself into a fist and pressed hard against the entire vulva as her right hand grazed back and forth over Adeline's clit. She made sure she kept a very steady beat, knowing that Adeline would be unable to stop herself from climaxing very soon. Then she uncurled the fisted hand and inserted her index finger into Adeline's hole, pushing it all the way up and reflecting momentarily how like her own cunt the slippery walls and fleshy folds felt.
She probed and pushed, then, with the tip of her finger, tickled Adeline's cervix. How wonderfully strange, she thought, that I can make love to someone and know exactly what and how they are feeling at every moment. It was almost as if she were masturbating herself, after having duplicated her body to make a partner of it.
Adeline began to grow frantic, her body crying for release. Her hands felt itchy, and she wanted to touch Mandy the way Mandy was touching her. At first she only placed her hands on either side of Mandy's head and held it in place over her left breast, then she grew more bold and allowed her hands to travel down to Mandy's breasts. Mandy squirmed around to allow them room, then continued playing with Adeline's cunt, stirring it into a frenzy.
Adeline began to knead Mandy's big boobs, delighted by the soft firmness, the spongy flesh. She pinched Mandy's nipples as Mandy had pinched hers. She began to pull them more harshly, more demandingly, and Mandy soon could not control her response. Her head shot downward to replace her hands in Adeline's juicy pussy.
As her mouth made contact with the hot, wet bush between Adeline's legs a thought raced through her mind: how repulsed she'd expected to be. She'd always thought that if ever she were to take a woman lover, the one thing she'd be unable to do was eat her. But now, with her lips and tongue beginning to explore the juicy flesh and the musty, heady flavor of cunt bathing her mouth, she found it highly erotic There was no revulsion, and she was glad.
She nuzzled her face against the sopping mound, then opened her mouth and tried to engulf the entire thing. But her mouth wasn't large enough, so she moved her head from side to side, using her nose to part the love-slick lips and friction the deep red clit atop them, then began to use her tongue the way Rob used his against her own cunt.
She lapped along the slit, savoring the juices as she rolled them around her mouth before swallowing, keeping her nose in constant contact with Adeline's throbbing clit. The oily juices were pouring down from her inner vagina, and Mandy, wanting to taste every drop, began to scoop them out of the hole, extending her tongue as far as it would go, then rubbing it up and down against the hot walls of Adeline's vaginal channel.
Adeline wanted to touch Mandy's cunt, wanted to feel the fleshy sex skin and lubricate her fingers with Mandy's juices, but because of the position they were in, she could not reach it
"Mandy, let me touch you," she whispered. "I want to feel you the way you felt me."
Mandy lifted her mouth from Adeline's pussy. "No, you can touch me later. I just want to make you feel good now." She returned her mouth to Adeline's crotch, promptly burying her face in it and shoving her tongue into the sex hole. Adeline continued to fondle Mandy's breasts, quickly forgetting her desire to touch Mandy's cunt as her own cunt was sucked into a whirlpool of pulsing, throbbing heat.
Mandy withdrew her tongue from the hole and inched her face upward a bit. Then she opened her mouth and encircled the supersensitive clitoris and sucked it tenderly into her mouth. The fingers of her left hand replaced her tongue in Adeline's fuck hole, and she sucked and chewed on the hardened clit, trying to use her mouth exactly the way Rob used his when eating her snatch, her fingers fucking the hole and trying to fill it as a cock would. As before, she made sure to set up and maintain a very definite rhythm, countering each thrust of her fingers with a sucking, pulling motion on the clitoral bud between her lips.
The rhythm grew more and more heavy, beating, throbbing, and Mandy's own cunt began to spasm gently in time to it. She felt her own juices flowing, trickling down the spongy walls of her cunt and then seeping through the outer lips to cling in the pubic hairs and trickle on down the slit to collect in a little puddle by her anus.
She felt a growing need to rub her own cunt against something, to match the rhythm she was supplying to Adeline's cunt with a rhythm for her own vagina, and so she squirmed around and threw her leg over Adeline's long, slim thighs and began to grind her horny pussy against her girlfriend's hip, coating the skin with hot, creamy cunt juice.
She determinedly countered the thrusts of her fingers in Adeline's hole with the grinding motion of her cunt against Adeline's hip and the swirling, sucking motion of her mouth on Adeline's clit, Adeline began to whimper softly as her cunt began to spasm almost uncontrollably, little rivulets of perspiration running from her armpits down her sides and across her belly, leaving a cold, moist trail which made her shiver with delight. The feel of the meaty, wet vagina pulsing against her hip, the mouth sucking hard on her clit, the fingers fucking her hole-all the sensations combined to make her cunt the focal point of a whirling, spinning, dizzying climax that began deep within her womb and traveled downward to explode in her lower vagina and clitoris, then radiated out to every other part of her body. It was a powerful orgasm, and it left her weak and trembly all over.
Mandy kept her mouth planted firmly on her clit as the orgasm throbbed and pulsated through its final stages, her lips holding it gently as it quivered to a halt. Then she slowly withdrew her fingers from Adeline's hole, rubbing them together as she pulled them out, loving the sensation of the oily liquid against her hot and tired fingers.
Her own hips came to rest as Adeline finished coming, but she stayed where she was, her cunt pressed firmly against Adeline's hip. Then she slowly disengaged her body from Adeline's and inched back up till they lay face to face, their heads resting against the pillow, which was hot and damp.
"Mandy," Adeline whispered. "Oh, I never knew it could be so good. It was never like that with any man."
"That's exactly why," Mandy whispered back. "With a man, everything's different. He stimulates you the way he thinks you want it, but most of them really don't know about things like the rhythm. They're usually too busy trying to get their own rocks off."
"Mmmm," Adeline replied, "I guess that's it."
Their lips met in a tender kiss, their tongues lazily mingling with the exhaustion and warmth of after-sex. Then Adeline brought the kiss to an end and said, "But I wanted to make you come ... I wanted to do it to you."
"I know," Mandy replied, her voice the softest of whispers. "But when we get together with Rob next week, you can do whatever you want to me....I promise."
Again their parted lips met. They wrapped their arms about each other's bodies, mouths pressed lightly together, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Mandy came running out of her room when she heard the hall phone ringing. She knew it would be for her, that it would be Rob wanting to know if everything was set for the weekend. She and Adeline had decided to keep secret their night together, Mandy sensing that Rob would somehow feel betrayed by it. She knew that part of his desire to bring another woman to bed with them was really a desire to see her first, uncensored reactions to making love with another woman. She decided to let him believe that that would be the case.
"Hello," she said softly, trying to keep her voice from betraying her excitement.
"Mandy?" Rob's voice was deep and sexy, and it made her cunt twitch a little.
"Yes," she said breathily, picturing his cock sliding into her hot, tight pussy.
"How's it going? Did you find someone for this weekend?"
"Yes," she said, her voice still soft.
"Well, tell me about her. Is she a friend? Have you known her long? What's she look like?"
"Hold on-one question at a time," she replied. "First, her name is Adeline, and she's really my closest friend here at school. Second, I think she's beautiful, and I'm pretty sure you'll think so too."
"Describe her," he said.
"All right. Oh, will you hold on for a minute? I just want to run back to my room and get a cigarette."
"Okay," he said, "but make it quick. I've got to be in a meeting in a few minutes."
She let the receiver fall and ran back to her room, then returned to the phone and held it close to her ear as she turned her back to the corridor and faced the wall, wishing that she could have more privacy from the constant commotion of girls coming and going in and out of rooms, slamming doors, laughing and talking as they made their way along the hall.
"Well," she said, trying to make her voice as sexy as possible, wanting to excite him so that his anticipation of the weekend would match her own and Adeline's, "she has long blond hair, very soft and silky, and blue eyes that twinkle when she laughs. She has very full lips, incredibly white teeth, and a body that would suit you perfectly." She laughed softly, then went on, "Her breasts are about the size of mine-maybe a little larger." Definitely a little larger, she thought, remembering the way they'd felt in her hands a few nights before. "And she's about two inches shorter than me, slim, but with full hips and long thighs."
Rob gave a long, low whistle as he tried to picture Adeline. "How's her sex appetite?"
"Well, from what she's told me about the guys she's been with, I'd say it's pretty strong. I know she loves to ball ... and she says she loves to be eaten."
"Mandy, baby, I knew you'd come through....Now tell me, how do you feel about it? Still so apprehensive?"
"Well," she said, trying to sound sincere, "I still feel a little bit scared ... but I trust you so much, and I know you wouldn't have me do anything that was going to hurt me in any way."
"That's my baby," he cooed. "Gotta run now-I'll give you a call tomorrow afternoon and we can arrange everything. Tell your friend I'm really looking forward to meeting her."
"Okay," Mandy said. "Take care. I'll be thinking of you." She made a kissing sound at him, then gently replaced the receiver and ran down the hall to pound on Adeline's door.
"Come on in-it's not locked," came the reply.
Mandy rushed into the room, closed the door behind her, grabbed another cigarette from Adeline's bureau, lit it, then sank down on the chair and said, "He just called. He said to tell you he's looking forward to meeting you."
"The feeling is mutual," Adeline replied. "Absolutely mutual. I get horny every time I think about the three of us together."
"Me too," Mandy answered. "He's going to call tomorrow afternoon to arrange everything. Most probably he'll pick us up tomorrow night outside the dorm, and I guess we'll go to Manchester. Anyway, he's free until Sunday afternoon, so that'll give us two nights, plus Saturday afternoon."
"I hope he's as good as you say he is," Adeline said. "After the other night, I don't think I'll ever be willing to settle for anything less."
"Everything I did to you was learned from Rob. I tried to eat you the way he eats me, and I tried to finger fuck you the way he fucks me with his cock."
"Oh, wow!" Adeline replied.
"Look, I've got a class in a few minutes. I'll talk to you later-want to meet me in the cafeteria?"
"Okay," Adeline said. "When's your class over?"
"Five-fifteen."
"Okay, see you then."
Mandy left the room, closing the door behind her, returned to her own room to gather her books and notes, then slipped into her coat and made her way across the quadrangle to the science building.
The class was long and boring, and she had difficulty paying attention to the instructor because she kept thinking of what she had done to Adeline and what they'd do with Rob the following night. By the time the class was over her panties were a mess and her cunt felt hot and itchy.
She met Adeline in the cafeteria, and they discussed their feelings about each other, then Mandy re turned to the topic of her intense boredom at school and how she wished she could just drop out.
"Why don't you?" Adeline asked. "If you hate it so much, and the education isn't giving you what you want from it, why don't you just split?"
"First of all, I don't have any money, and if I dropped out my parents wouldn't give me a cent. And I wouldn't be able to get any kind of decent job-I'd be limited to being a secretary or some such asinine thing.".
"Well, you've told me that Rob has a lot of bread-couldn't you ask him?"
"I guess I could, but I'd really hate to do that. He's given me so much, bought me clothes and things, and I think if I asked him for money to leave, he'd feel that I'd been using him all along."
"Do you care?"
"Yes and no. I do like him, and I wouldn't want to hurt him, but then, on the other hand, I can't help feeling that my own needs have to come first."
"Well," Adeline said matter-of-factly, "you've got to make a choice sometime."
"I know, but until I'm sure I don't want to do anything to fuck it up. If I asked Rob for money and he got angry and wouldn't give it to me, chances are he'd want to stop our relationship, and then I'd really be lost. No Rob, no money, no nothing but a horribly boring life at school. I've got to wait till I'm more sure."
"You think he'd really do that?" Adeline asked. "Stop seeing you? From what you've told me about him, he doesn't sound like the kind of man who'd do that."
"I know, but he's very unpredictable sometimes. I'm never quite sure how he'll react."
They talked on for a while, resolving nothing, then finally returned to the dorm and went into their rooms, each girl wanting to be alone.
Adeline lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how much more Mandy meant to her now, and how she'd really miss her if she dropped out of school. They'd shared a very intimate experience, and she was developing feelings of possessiveness, and the thought of Mandy leaving filled her with sadness and anger.
Mandy tried to do some schoolwork, gave up on it quickly, switched on her radio, then removed a plastic bag from her bureau drawer. She returned to the bed, picked up a magazine, then sat cross-legged on the mattress and proceeded to roll a joint from the deep green marijuana in the bag. Her fingers worked gently, rolling up the cigarette and then bringing it to her lips to lick the gummed edge of paper.
She twisted it in her mouth, then, when it was tight and firm, she placed it beside her, emptied the loose grass that had fallen onto the magazine back into the plastic bag, replaced the bag in her bureau, then stood on her bed, opened the window above it, leaned out, and lit the joint.
She inhaled it deeply, sucking the powerful, harsh smoke down into her lungs, feeling them fill till they ached, then let the smoke out in a slow, steady stream. Soon her head began to lighten, and she felt the familiar marijuana high overwhelming her, relaxing and stimulating at the same time.
She leaned far out the window, feeling paranoid about anyone smelling the acrid smoke. She knew she'd be expelled instantly if anyone reported her, and until she came to a decision about school, she didn't want to risk it. She finished the joint, then closed the window and lay on her bed.
The grass and the music felt good, and she found the music soothing. It throbbed gently through her body, keening each nerve to the steady beat. Her eyes closed of their own accord, the lids suddenly feeling heavy, and she allowed her mind to drift off into semi-consciousness, the music fading into the background till it was just barely noticeable.
"Hi, honey. You girls all set for tonight?" Rob asked.
Mandy cradled the receiver between her ear and neck. "All set," she said. "Are we going out for dinner first? We have to decide what to wear."
"Sure, if you want. I thought maybe we'd just eat at the restaurant at the inn. How's that sound?"
"Fine," she replied. 'Tick us up outside the dorm at eight o'clock?"
"Sure thing," Rob answered. "See you then." He hung up before Mandy had a chance to say anything more.
She went to Adeline's room, told her of the plans, then returned to her own room and prepared to take a bath. She was just on her way out to the bathroom when Adeline came into her room, wearing a robe and holding a bag of toiletries.
"Oh, you too?" Adeline said, laughing. "I guess you can go first. I'll wait till you're done."
"Are the other bathrooms occupied?" Mandy asked her.
"Yeah, I just checked. Only one is free."
"Okay, I'll hurry. Why don't you wait here, in my room."
"Okay," Adeline replied. "Is it all right if I help myself to a joint?"
"Sure," Mandy said as she opened the door and walked into the hall, "it's in the top drawer."
She bathed quickly, too excited about the evening ahead to enjoy a long, hot soak. She scrubbed herself hard, till her skin felt tingly and smooth, then quickly dried herself, put on some cologne and powder, and reutrned to her room.
Adeline was standing on the bed, leaning out the window, her ass tilted invitingly upward.
She turned around in surprise, anxiety racing through her body at the thought that someone besides Mandy could have walked into the room and caught her smoking.
"Oh, phew!" Adeline said when she saw that it was Mandy. "I thought maybe you were one of the other girls, or maybe one of the dorm counselors."
Mandy quickly closed the door behind her as Adeline took one last hit on the joint, then closed the window and went to take her bath.
By the time eight o'clock rolled around they were both stoned, eager to see Rob, and very, very horny.
They sat together on Mandy's bed, both fully dressed and looking incredibly sexy: Mandy in a low-cut red dress with matching nail polish; Adeline in a slinky brown jersey pantsuit that hugged every curve.
"Oh, I can't wait," Mandy said softly, placing her hand on Adeline's thigh. "It's going to be so fantastic."
"I know," Adeline replied breathily, boldly placing her hand on Mandy's breast, then reaching inside the dress to fondle the bare tit and pinch the already hardened nipple. "Oh, you feel so soft and warm ... I'm going to do everything to you tonight....Everything." She squeezed Mandy's breast once more, then withdrew her hand and stood up. She began to pace back and forth across the room, Mandy's eyes riveted to her body, noticing how sensually it moved.
Finally, deciding that they would go outside to wait, regardless of the cold, they slipped on their coats and left the room.
As they were walking through the lobby they ran into Carole, who looked at them, taking in their outfits, and said, "Well, where are you going?"
"None of your goddamned business," Mandy replied caustically, then grabbed Adeline's arm and ran out to the front steps.
"You know," Adeline said, "that was the first time I ever really understood why you hate her so much. She's so smug."
"Exactly," Mandy replied.
They stood shivering in the cold night air till the sound of Rob's Porsche alerted them to his arrival. "Here he comes," Mandy said, excitement racing through her body. "Remember, act a little frightened. He's supposed to think this is the first time for us."
"Don't worry," Adeline said. "I'll remember....Hey, how are we going to fit into that little car?" She looked at it as it drove around the circle and pulled to a stop in front of them. "There's no back seat, and only two seats in front."
"We'll think of something," Mandy answered, giggling.
She stepped down and opened the car door, poked her head in and gave Rob a big smile, then took Adeline's arm and drew her down to the car. Adeline stooped over and stuck her head through the window, said hello, then stepped back as Mandy opened the door and got in.
"He's beautiful," Adeline whispered to Mandy as she got into the car.
"How are we going to work the seating?" Mandy asked Rob.
"Well, why not have Adeline sit on your lap? Would it be too uncomfortable?"
"No, I don't think so," Mandy answered, then motioned for Adeline to get into the car.
Adeline sat on Mandy's lap, surreptitiously rubbing her ass back and forth on her girlfriend's thighs.
"Rob, meet Adeline," Mandy said as they drove off.
Adeline smiled sexily at him, taking in his salt-and-pepper hair and generous smile. She glanced at his big, firm hands on the steering wheel, imagined them mauling her breasts and pushing their way between her legs, burrowing through her pubic hair to separate her cunt lips and invade her cunt. Yes, she thought, it's going to be quite a weekend. She pictured the three of them lying naked on the bed, mouths joined with mouths, mouths sucking genitals, hands pushing, pulling, pinching.
The ride to Manchester was quiet, each one lost in his own thoughts-but the silence did not hang heavily nor make them uncomfortable; it was the kind of quiet interlude that lovers share, when words are not necessary ... when communication is not necessary.
The radio played softly, the crisp night air seeped in through a slightly open window, the heater gave off a soft warmth, and the black sky glistened with stars. Mandy stared ahead of her, her eyes searching the sky for the big Dipper, wondering about life on those distant glimmers of light She was only vaguely aware of Adeline's weight resting on her lap.
Rob was growing more and more excited, his cock hardening frequently, then softening each time he refocused his attention on the road before him. The dark pavement looked like it was rushing up at him, the white-painted lines like streaks of light about to push up through the windshield.
They drove on for a while, then finally arrived at the inn. "Oh, it's every bit as beautiful as I've heard," Adeline said as she looked up at the large old hotel.
"Nothing but the best for my girls," Rob said, pulling the key from the ignition and stepping out of the Porsche. He walked around to the other side and opened the door, helped them both out of the car, then walked, one arm around each girl, toward the lobby.
Adeline was very impressed by the lobby and the number of clerks and bellhops, and was eager to see the room.
"You go on into the restaurant, Rob," Mandy said. "Adeline and I are just going to go up to the suite and fix our makeup."
"Don't take too long," he cautioned with a little laugh, then patted Mandy on the ass-not too conspicuously, as he realized this was hardly the land of place to pat your mistress on her ass-and walked off toward the bar.
Adeline and Mandy went up and looked around the suite, Adeline commenting on the luxuriousness of the furnishings.
"What do you think of Rob?" Mandy asked as Adeline walked around the suite.
"I think he's gorgeous and sexy and if he lives up to your descriptions in bed, I may just try to take him away from you," she laughed.
"No need for that," Mandy replied. "We can share him."
They left the suite and returned to the lobby, then entered the restaurant, found Rob at the bar, and were shown to a table.
They spent a long time at the restaurant, savoring their food, each feeling that the meal was itself an integral part of the sensuality of the evening. They ate slowly as they talked quietly of sex and politics, and Rob discussed his business a little, much to Mandy's surprise; he'd refused to go into it with her before.
When they were finished they each sipped a snifter of cognac, then went to the suite.
Sitting on the sofa in the suite's living room, Rob between the two girls, they each drank another glass of cognac, which Rob had thoughtfully brought along in his suitcase. Feeling warmed by it, and a little tired from the meal, their voices were low and subdued.
Rob had dimmed the lights so that the room was bathed in a soft glow. The curtains were open and as they sat there they could see a light snow begin to fall, the delicate white flakes drifting silently through the night air. Mandy was leaning her full weight against Rob, pressing her firm young breasts into his side.
"You know," he said, "I've thought about this for a long time-longer than either of you could ever know."
"You mean this is the first time you've had two women at once?" Mandy asked, pressing her tit harder into him and enjoying the pressure he returned as he leaned back against her breast.
"Well, no, actually I've done it a number of times, but it's been many years since then. The first time was during World War II."
"World War II?" Adeline echoed. "Were you around way back then?"
"Around and fighting....I was in the Navy," he answered, then regretted having said anything at all because it seemed to draw attention to the fact that he was so much older than the girls.
As if on cue, Mandy said, "I didn't know you were that old, Rob."
"Does it matter to you?" he asked, the liquor and cognac combining to make his reactions a bit more intense than they'd usually be.
"Not at all," Mandy said. "And besides, you don't look it-especially your body. You're so nice and firm, your muscles are hard, no flab ... I like that." For emphasis she placed her hand around his bicep and squeezed, feeling the resilient muscle.
Adeline, on his other side, placed her hand around his other bicep, then leaned over and kissed him on the ear. "I don't care how old or young you are," she said, a little surprised by her forwardness, "you look good to me."
Rob made a mock growling sound deep in his throat, then turned his face toward Adeline's and touched her lips with his own.
Her mouth opened instantly for him, eager to suck his tongue inside. He wriggled his arm from Mandy's grasp and wrapped Adeline in a tight bear hug, pulling her hard against his chest as he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth. She pushed herself against him, loving the feel of his hard chest against her full, meaty one, sucking his tongue, bathing it with her saliva.
Mandy watched with growing interest. At first she felt the slightest twinge of jealousy and resentment, then dismissed it and allowed the sexuality to come forth, stirring inside her as her vaginal juices began to flow. Deciding that everyone present had to be responsible for their own pleasure, she reached over and placed her hand on Rob's hard cock, which was pushing against his trousers. She squeezed it in her hand, felt the blood rushing through it, then slid over as far as she could and reached for Adeline's cunt.
Her hand pushed itself between her legs, and Adeline parted them willingly, eager for Mandy's touch. Her mouth was full with Rob's tongue, her hardened, elongated nipples crushed against his chest, and Mandy's hand was running up and down the length of her crotch, from her clitoris to her anus.
Finally Rob broke the lass and gently released Adeline from the tight hug. Mandy's hands were still busy-her right hand rubbing up and down on his cock, her left hand nuzzling between Adeline's thighs.
"Come on," Rob said hoarsely, "let's get undressed."
"Let's do it one at a time and watch each other," Mandy suggested.
Adeline jumped up first, and in one quick motion stepped out of her pants. Then she slowly slid down her panties, bringing into view her thick bush of dark blond pubic hair. Rob could see the faintest glimmer of pink beneath the blond hairs, and his cock throbbed more strongly at the thought that he'd soon be between those tender pink cunt lips. Then Adeline pulled off her top, lifting it over her head as her breasts were revealed. Rob caught his breath-they were larger than they'd looked beneath her top, and although they were sizable there was not the slightest hint of sagginess. They were firm and young, standing out without need for a bra, and the nipples were large and tasty-looking.
"Like it?" Adeline asked him, her voice a sexy purr.
"Mmmm," Rob said, placing his hands over Mandy's hand on his cock.
"Me next," Mandy said.
Rob released her hand and she stood up to lift her dress off over her head, revealing that she wore no panties. She was instantly naked, and though her body was a familiar sight to Rob, it stimulated him as much as the sight of Adeline's.
The two girls stood nude before him. He looked up, his hand on his cock, his mouth slightly opened, breathing more and more heavily.
"It's your turn," Mandy said, reaching out her hand to him.
"While I strip I'd like to watch you two get-uh-acquainted," Rob said as he stood up and began to unbuckle his belt.
Adeline looked at Mandy, a mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes. Mandy smiled back at her, but a slight look of worry crossed her face.
Adeline immediately understood. "Well, this is a first for us, so don't mind if we seem a little awkward," she said to Rob, eyeing him as he started to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie.
"Your first time together with each other, or the first time you've ever been with any other woman?"
"Any other woman," they said simultaneously.
Then suddenly they were in each other's arms, kissing, breasts rubbing against breasts, legs touching legs. The sight made Rob even hornier and he hurriedly removed the rest of his clothes, then approached the two women and gently separated them.
"For two chicks who've never been together, you certainly seem to dig it," he said jokingly, then! wedged his way between them and pulled Adeline to him, his hard cock pressed back against his belly as she allowed her full weight to rest against him. Mandy stood behind him, her arms wrapped around so that she embraced all of Rob and part of Adeline.
Suddenly feeling playful, Mandy dropped to her knees and began to take little bites on his ass cheeks, and with each bite his cock throbbed against Adeline, whose cunt juices were beginning to seep out from between her pussy lips.
Mandy worked her head down and under, positioning herself so that Rob's heavy-hanging balls were directly over her face and Adeline's hairy cunt was only an inch or two away. She stuck out her tongue and ran it around the sac, then up and over to Adeline's cunt, sending shivers of excitement down both their spines.
Adeline parted her legs a bit to give Mandy's head more room, and Rob did the same. But it got a little awkward soon; Adeline got a bit carried away by the passion and started to lose her balance. She would have fallen over if Rob hadn't held her up.
"I think maybe we should go to the bedroom," Rob said quietly. He released Adeline, who moved back so that Mandy could get her head out of the small space between her legs and Rob's, then Mandy stood up and the three walked arm-in-arm to the bedroom, where Rob promptly fell on the bed, lying face up, his cock sticking straight out.
"That looks good," Adeline said, then raced to the bed. She crawled over to Rob and began to play with his cock, running her fisted hand up and down the meaty shaft, applying more pressure when her hand reached his cockhead. Her other hand cupped his balls and tickled them, then her fingers tickled along the crevice till they found his asshole. He squirmed with pleasure, then looked around for Mandy, eager for her to join them.
She was sitting at the foot of the bed, her eyes wide with interest as she watched her first woman lover play with the cock of the man she fucked every week. It was a strange and exciting sight, and she wanted to watch a little while longer before participating.
She told him this, to which he replied, "Mmm," then once again was lost in the sensation of Adeline's hand on his genitals.
Soon Adeline slid downward and lay on her stomach between his parted legs. She began to run her tongue up and down the prick, sucking and nibbling on the head, trying to push her tongue into the tiny hole. He arched his hips, eager for her to take his entire length into her mouth and throat.
But Adeline held back, allowing him to slip in gradually. Inch by inch, very slowly, she took the entire thing, and when she felt the cockhead touching her tonsils she began to grind her hips, rubbing her cunt against the mattress.
Mandy was more than ready to take part now. She climbed over Adeline, then moved upward and straddled Rob's head.
He opened his eyes, saw the hot, hairy twat descending over his face, and opened his mouth for it, hungry for the taste of cunt.
He took her clitoris into his mouth and sucked it till it was hot and hard, then began to move his mouth around, running his tongue up and down the slit. After a few licks he shoved his tongue into the creaming hole, then withdrew it and made it stiff, like a miniature cock, and used it as an instrument to spread the cunt juice along her pussy lips and clit. The slippery-wet vagina flesh felt loose and wobbly within his mouth.
Adeline began to pump her head up and down a little more steadily as her gentle, kitten-like licks and nibbles changed to a steady, hard, driving blow job, and Rob matched his mouth action on Mandy's twat with Adeline's mouth action on his hot prick.
Rob kept having visual flashes of the scene-as if he were a bystander at the foot of the bed, watching himself eat out Mandy's cunt as the long-blond-haired Adeline sucked his cock and lapped his balls, her finger playing gently around his asshole as she ground her hips harder and harder against the mattress, trying to get some relief from the building heat between her thighs.
Although Rob so far had only hugged and kissed her, Adeline knew that he was every bit as good as Mandy had said. His cock was long and fat, harder than most she'd tasted, very responsive, and he seemed to have remarkable endurance. Most of the guys she'd been with came after three or four minutes of being sucked, but Rob held off, his erection staying in its full state of arousal, his balls beginning to tighten.
Her cunt felt as though it was on fire, a feeling she'd never experienced. It was different when she'd been with Mandy a few nights before-the sex had been good and hot and passionate, but not nearly as intense as what she felt now. Funny, she thought as she continued to suck his cock, raising her eyes to see Mandy's ass humping up and down over Rob's face, how the other night with Mandy had seemed like the ultimate, the best; and now she was experiencing another ultimate, a better best.
Suddenly Rob began to draw his legs together, trapping her head between them, his cock rammed down her throat. His hands reached up and grasped Mandy's hips and he lifted her slowly from his mouth, licking and nibbling till her cunt was out of reach. He reopened his legs and Adeline withdrew her head, then sat up and looked at the throbbing erection.
"Let's switch," Rob said simply, and the two girls scampered across the bed and changed places, Mandy's mouth taking over command of the hot, stiff dick as Adeline squatted over Rob's face. Her twat was sopping wet and very much in need of attention.
He began to eat her almost roughly, making his tongue stiff and running it all over her cunt, sucking each cunt hp into his mouth, chewing on it, then releasing it to take her clitoris between his lips. Mandy, down below, ran her mouth sideways along his cock, licking off Adeline's saliva and replacing it with her own. Then she pulled her head back and lowered it, and very gently sucked both of his balls into her wide-open mouth, running her tongue along the delicate skin, feeling the pubic hairs getting caught between her teeth.
Adeline began to grind down on Rob's face, her dripping cunt nearly smothering him. She felt an orgasm beginning to build, thought momentarily that she'd best hold it off for a while longer, then, in the next instant, was unable to. It grew uncontrollably within the deep recesses of her vagina and trembled its way down, making her cunt walls quiver as they began to pulse and throb. Then the orgasm burst through her vagina and made her clitoris jump and twitch. Rob held the bud between his lips, keeping his tongue still as she quivered and spasmed to a halt Then he slowly released the hardened, supersensitive clitoris as Adeline climbed off his face and lay beside him, breathing heavily, her cunt loose and drippy. She looked over at Rob, saw her juices smeared over his mouth and nose and chin, and her clit twitched one last time at the sight Then her eyes shot downward to Mandy, lying in the same position as Adeline herself had when she'd been eating Rob, saw her long, dark hair tangled around her face as she worked her mouth up and down the meaty staff.
Mandy felt Rob's balls begin to tighten in pre-orgasmic tension, and she eased her oral ministrations, wanting to have her own climax before allowing him to shoot.
She glanced up at Adeline. Adeline immediately got the message, and although she felt weak and drained from her own climax, she wanted Mandy to come as she herself had just done.
Adeline slid down the bed and wedged herself between Mandy's legs, her own legs dangling off the foot of the bed, and fastened her mouth on the hot furry pussy. She began to use her mouth slowly and gently, then realized the extent of Mandy's need. Soon Adeline was lapping and sucking with terrific force, chewing Mandy's clit, fucking her hole with her tongue, then running it down along the hairy crevice and prodding Mandy's asshole.
Mandy gasped as Adeline's tongue began to explore her rectum. She began to grind her hips harder, renewing the vigor with which she sucked the hard cock. Soon her body felt caught in a hot, swirling delirium of sexuality, and she felt her own orgasm beginning. Adeline knew; she shoved her tongue hard and far into Mandy's hole, then withdrew it, inserted it again, and repeated the process till she felt Mandy's cunt begin to spasm. Then she pulled her tongue out ah the way and sucked on the hole, her mouth acting like a powerful suction cup as her nose rubbed back and forth over Mandy's clit.
Mandy's breathing all but stopped as the climax built to tremendous proportions, then exploded, sending tremors of ecstasy throughout her cunt. Her clitoris began to pulse and twitch, and her climax lasted for what seemed like hours. Despite the intensity of her orgasm, she continued sucking Rob's cock and playing with his balls, eager now to eat his sperm.
Rob had felt the tremors running through Mandy's body, realized that she had come, and with incredible relief let go of his rigid control. His hot, thick white come traveled from his balls through his cock and came shooting out into Mandy's throat. She greedily gulped it down, loving the feel of it sliding down her throat, loving its salty, musky flavor.
He shot wad after wad into her mouth, arching his hips higher, ramming his tool all the way down her throat as his cockhead bathed itself in her saliva and his own ejaculation.
Then, when the last drops had been spent and he felt totally drained of energy, he let his hips come to rest against the mattress. Mandy gave his softening cock one last, long suck, then pulled her head away and watched the limp, tired cock plop back against his pubic hair and balls.
Adeline unfastened her mouth from Mandy's cunt and sat up, cunt juice glistening on her chin. Then all three lay down on their backs, Rob in the middle. He said, "Mmmm, you two are really something-individually and together. I want to fuck you both all night, but I need a little time to get another hard-on."
"We've got two days," Mandy reminded him. Two whole days that we can stay right here in this room and suck and fuck our brains out."
"I'll get the cognac," Adeline piped up, then scurried off to the living room and returned with the bottle in her hand. They passed it back and forth between themselves, each drinking straight from the bottle, enjoying the hot, tingly sensation it produced as it traveled down their throats and hit their stomachs.
Mandy reached over and shut off the light on the table beside the bed, then settled back against the feather pillow and ran the palms of her hands against the skin-warm surface of the linen sheets. Pure linen, she thought, loving the smooth-textured fabric.
Rob and Adeline talked quietly between them selves, their voices sounding almost like background music in the stillness of the snowy night. Mandy was acutely aware of her surroundings, and the awareness touched many levels: luxury and the desire for physical comfort and beauty; quiet friendship with both Rob and Adeline; the darkness of the night; the snow falling outside; the fact that she was not and never would be happy at school. She felt suddenly isolated; with her mind she reached out to Rob and Adeline for comfort. It was reassuring to have them there beside her.
She thought of the sex they'd had and knew instantly that that was what Rob and Adeline were talking about. The thought of Adeline's mouth on her cunt aroused her, and she remembered every moment of it. It had been a strange sensation, knowing that the mouth between her legs was a woman's. She had enjoyed it, it had certainly been pleasurable, yet there seemed some dimension missing. Part of the enjoyment she experienced from being eaten was the emotional fulfillment of feeling that her partner was a man-bigger, stronger, hard, a muscular body to press against. With a woman that dimension was lacking.
Yet there had been an added dimension, too. When she'd gone down on Adeline earlier in the week, she'd found that taking the male role was uniquely satisfying. I guess, she thought, I just love to give pleasure ... in exchange for pleasure.
Rob turned to her. "Want more?" he asked, handing her the bottle of cognac.
She silently accepted the bottle, sat more upright, and lifted it to her lips. She swallowed three gulps in rapid succession, then felt the fiery glow spreading from her mouth, down her throat, through her chest and stomach.
She handed the bottle to Rob and sat back again. Rob leaned over to her and nuzzled his face in her neck, then put his mouth right by her ear and whispered directly into it, his voice soft and breathy, "I want to watch you and Adeline together."
A hot-cold shiver ran right down her spine, making her skin all goose bumpy. Her hair tickled against her shoulders and back.
She looked around Rob to Adeline. Her hand was gently holding Rob's cock, which was beginning to stiffen, and her nipples were quite erect. Mandy smiled at Rob, then crawled around him and inched her way between Adeline's thighs.
Adeline was leaning back against the pillows, her knees drawn up, feet planted far apart on the mattress.
Mandy placed her mouth over the pale-haired twat and instantly tasted and smelled the fluids of Adeline's orgasm. She lapped them up slowly, sensually, giving her girlfriend as much pleasure as she could.
Rob sat beside Adeline. He'd turned the light back on so that he could see everything they were doing, and now he had a perfect view of Mandy's face buried in Adeline's cunt As Adeline took her hand from his cock, he replaced it with his own. He looked down and saw the dried, whitish flakes of semen, rubbed them off-stimulating his hard-on in the process-and then turned his gaze to the two women on the bed with him.
Adeline's eyes were closed, her mouth was open slightly, and her breath came in short, hard gasps. Her head shook from side to side as her fingers busily worked at her nipples, pinching and pulling them, digging her fingernails into them as Mandy sucked her clit and tongue-fucked her.
Rob's cock felt like a hot flesh spear in his hand, and he pumped it hard, in that familiar way, seeing before him two young girls lost in sex with each other.
Mandy's mouth sucked a bit at the juicy snatch. Her own cunt was heating, and she wished that Rob would get around behind her and fuck her.
apparently he had the same idea, for at that moment he let go of his cock and crawled around in back of her. She raised her ass high in the air as he mounted her and guided his prick down past her asshole to her cunt. He slid in with one steady thrust, all the way up.
Mandy squirmed with delight as the hot penis slipped into her and pushed its way up to the top of her vaginal channel. She raised her ass even more, then lifted her legs so that she was in a semi-kneeling position. He began to stroke in and out of her with a steady, hard rhythm, his hands grasping her asscheeks and pulling them apart with each in-thrust.
Mandy kept her mouth on Adeline's cunt. Adeline continued playing with her nipples but had opened her eyes and was watching the intense expression on Rob's face as he fucked Mandy from behind. Their bodies were generating and radiating tremendous heat, and the sheet beneath them was damp and hot.
Rob rucked in and out of Mandy's cunt, his eyes riveted to her head buried in Adeline's snatch. As he pulled apart her asscheeks her cunt hole tightened, and it gave the head of his cock incredible sensations as he pulled it back, then thrust it in again. He felt as though his cock were diving into a pool of hot, oily foam, and he wished he could somehow get his entire body crammed inside that box.
Mandy could feel the full length of his cock as it pumped in and out of her twat, felt the power of his hips as he thrust himself into her. His balls slapped lightly against her cunt mound each time he plowed in, and though they didn't quite touch her clitoris it stimulated her incredibly.
Adeline's cunt tasted hot and salty. The juices mixed with her saliva to produce a bittersweet flavor of musk. Mandy felt surrounded by sex-twat in her mouth, soft, womanly thighs pressing against her ears, a big, strong man with a hard cock ramming her from behind, the light slapping feel of his balls against her.
Rob fucked harder and harder, her cunt feeling like a velvet-lined sleeve filled with hot cream. It sheathed his prick as if it had been designed especially for him, so perfect were the contours and folds. His hips worked faster, more forcefully as he pulled and squeezed her asscheeks, looking down to see the exposed, crinkly anus tucked away between her buttocks. His balls began to tighten and rise closer to his body ... not long now, he thought; then, with renewed strength, he pummeled the depths of her twat until a huge load of hot milky semen blasted out of his cock and splashed against her insides.
With the first hot jet of his come, Mandy let loose her own climax, the muscles in her vagina loosening till they were a mass of weak and quivering flesh throbbing around the erection. She shoved her ass back hard, impaling herself on his shooting penis. She ground her buttocks against his groin, trying to get more and more of his cock, but she had it all.
Her mouth worked furiously on Adeline's twat, reaming and sucking. Then she drew her clit into her mouth and closed her lips around it. Her tongue went wild, flipping the bud back and forth so rapidly that it was almost like a vibrator. Adeline gasped and moaned, then arched her hips high, mashing her cunt into Mandy's face as the orgasmic explosion ripped through her body.
The last flutters of Mandy's climax subsided a few moments after Rod spilled his final drop. He pulled his cock out; it felt hot, tired, and tingly. Mandy moaned as the penis slid from her vagina. She held Adeline's clit firmly between her lips till the last quivers were finished, then lifted her head and rolled over onto her back.
No one said anything, each lost in thought and feeling. In moments they were asleep, Adeline still half-upright against the pillows, Rob sprawled across the foot of the bed, Mandy lying on her back between them.
CHAPTER FOUR
They awoke early, the sun streaming through the curtains and bathing the room in a yellowish glow. Rob woke first, opened his eyes, then quickly shut them against the light. He turned to Mandy and kissed her on the face, then rolled over and kissed Adeline's tit.
And then the phone rang, completely startling him and waking the girls. "Who the hell could that be?" Rob said, clearly annoyed by the intrusion.
The phone continued to ring.
"Mandy-did you tell anyone we were going to be here?"
"Of course not," she replied, sitting up. "Who would I tell?"
"Well, someone's on the other end of that line, god damnit! The only person who knew Yd be here is my secretary, but she wouldn't call."
"Why don't you answer it?" Adeline suggested, her voice heavy from sleep.
The phone kept on ringing.
"No-let's ignore it," Rob replied. "It'll stop soon."
"But the hotel operator...." Mandy said.
"Let her think I'm asleep. Later I'll ring down and tell her not to send up any calls."
Finally the phone stopped, leaving the room silent.
"Well, I want a shower," Mandy said, then yawned and stretched her arms up, her firm breasts rising from the pull of her muscles. Then she rubbed her eyes with fisted hands and quickly stood up, a little dizzy at first. "Anyone want to join me?"
"No," Rob replied, obviously still preoccupied with the ringing phone. "You go ahead-I'll wash later."
"Adeline?" Mandy asked.
"No, I just want to he here a little while longer."
"Okay," she said, then walked off to the bathroom.
Rob turned to Adeline. "You know-this really disturbs me. What if it was my wife?"
"How would she know to call you here?" Adeline said.
"That's just it-she wouldn't. But if there has been some emergency, maybe my secretary told her. But I specifically told her not to tell anyone."
"Well then," Adeline said, "maybe it was her. Maybe you had an important call and she has to reach you to tell you about it"
"I don't know, but-"
The phone rang again. "Goddamnit!"
"Maybe you'd better answer this time," Adeline said gently.
Angrily, Rob got up and crossed the room to the phone. He picked it up and held it to his ear, not saying anything for a few minutes.
Then: "Okay, tell him I'll catch the eleven-thirty. Did you make a reservation for me?"
He paused for a few more minutes, then said into the phone: "Yes, that's right. The eleven-thirty. Tell him I'll be at the hotel by four o'clock."
He hung up and returned to the bed, Adeline's eyes riveted to the soft, thick cock hanging from his groin.
"Well, got some bad news....I have to leave. Big business problem. I've got to catch an eleven-thirty flight to Las Vegas."
Adeline looked at him quizzically. "Today?"
"Yes, today. In fact, I'd better start getting dressed."
He looked at the clock. "I only have an hour ... it'll take me an hour and a half to get to the airport and check my bag....Mandy had better hurry with that shower."
Then, suddenly impatient, he went to the bathroom and called over the running water: "Hurry up-I have to talk to you right away!"
Mandy shut off the water in a few minutes, then stepped out to see Rob waiting,, sitting on the toilet seat, the lid closed.
"What's up?"
"I have to leave in an hour for Las Vegas. I just got a call from my secretary."
"Oh, Rob!" Mandy said, her face showing disappointment. "Can't you go tomorrow?"
"I wish I could, but this is a big, implicated problem that has to be cleared up, and it involves a good friend. ... I can't let him down."
"Oh, shit!" Mandy said. "I really wanted to stay with you. I felt so good last night with the three of us."
"Me too, baby. Me, too. But this is business ... "I know, I know," she said disgustedly, then left the bathroom.
"He told you," Adeline firmly stated when she saw the expression on Mandy's face.
"Yeah. Well, I guess it's back to the dorm for another fun-filled campus weekend." Her voice dripped sarcasm.
Rob closed the bathroom door behind her, and she and Adeline heard the water running as he stepped into the shower.
"Goddamnit!" Mandy swore. "I really dug last night. I wanted to stay the whole weekend."
"I did too," Adeline said. "But, after all, he's got a business life, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but why does it always have to come first? Why can't he ever place me before that fucking business?"
"Because," Adeline answered coolly, "if he did put you first he'd have no money to bring you to nice hotels and buy you clothes."
Mandy grumbled something under her breath.
"Look," Adeline went on, "I'm disappointed too. Last night meant a lot to me ... it was the best sex I've ever had. But you've got to stop acting like a spoiled child. If you keep this up you'll turn him off."
"I know you're right," Mandy said, "but I'm just so pissed off. I wanted to get laid all weekend-now all I'll have are the memories of one goddamned night!"
Rob turned off the water then, and in a moment the bathroom door opened. He emerged with a towel wrapped around his middle.
"Hey-I've got an idea. You girls come along with me!"
Mandy and Adeline looked at each other, at him, then back at each other.
"Great!" they said simultaneously.
"You have enough clothes packed?" he asked.
They both said they did, then Adeline showered quickly, and they dressed and checked out of the hotel.
On the way to the airport Rob told Mandy and Adeline about Las Vegas-about the hotels and gambling, about the legal prostitution, about the big-time money floating around. Both girls were all ears, eager to learn everything they could before arriving there.
He explained that the man he had to meet with was an old friend, and the manager of the Desert Palm Hotel. It was, he said, one of the largest and most expensive places out there.
The hotel had top-notch entertainers every night, one of the best chorus lines to be found in the city, a magnificent casino, one of the finest French restaurants in the country, and three olympic-sized swimming pools as well as tennis courts and a full gymnasium with health spa.
By the time they arrived at the airport Adeline and Mandy were dizzy with excitement. Neither girl had ever been out west, and they were eager to see it all-the desert, the western sky, the big hotels and movie stars. Mandy thought about how warm it would be, how her skin would drink up the hot sun.
"As soon as we get there I'm going to buy a bathing suit and get right out into the sun. I hope I can get a decent tan in two days."
"Well, I'll be pretty tied up with one thing and another, so you girls will be pretty much on your own-at least during the day. I have to meet with Tony as soon as we get there, and it'll probably go on for at least five or six hours. And then tomorrow, all afternoon, we'll probably be on the golf course with a few other people."
"Will you be with us at night?" Adeline asked, hoping that the previous night wouldn't be her only sexual experience with Rob.
"Yep!" he said, then put his arm around her shoulders.
Mandy and Adeline stood off to the side as Rob approached the check-in counter and purchased two more tickets, then they had to run to the gate-it was eleven-fifteen, and the plane had started boarding fifteen minutes earlier.
They ran out through the gate and across the pavement to the stairs, then ascended and boarded the jet.
The stewardess showed them to their seats; first class, much to the girls' surprise and delight.
"I never flew first class," Mandy whispered to Adeline as they sat down.
Rob sat opposite them, said he'd have to excuse himself from conversation because he had to get some papers in order, then opened his briefcase and began pulling out folders, sorting through them and mumbling under his breath every so often.
The ride was long and boring, but Mandy and Adeline didn't care. They were high from the excitement, eager to get to Vegas and check things out. The stewardesses made sure they had drinks and magazines-they drank the drinks, ignored the magazines. The meal was delicious, and the service was better than Mandy had expected.
"You know," she said to Adeline, "after this, I don't think I'll ever fly anywhere unless I can afford first class."
"Me too," Adeline said. "And I hope we both can afford it some day....You used to tell me about how much it meant to you to five well and have money, and now, after last night and today-all this-I'm beginning to understand. It's like I suddenly feel more at home in more luxurious surroundings. It all seems very natural.
"I used to think that I'd feel uncomfortable, afraid I'd make some social blunder or break some valuable trinket-I don't know-I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've always been very middle class, and was afraid of money and luxury because I felt somehow that I didn't deserve it....Does that make any sense?"
"Sure it does," Mandy replied. "But I'm glad you got over it. If this thing works out with Rob"-she lowered her voice here, not wanting to attract his attention-maybe you and he can have a steady thing, too. Maybe we'll all get together sometimes, then some weekends you can be with him alone, and I'll be alone with him on other weekends."
"Wow-that'd be really terrific," Adeline said, her cunt heating at the thought.
"And he'll buy you clothes and take you nice places, like he does with me."
They chattered on, both stretching their necks to peer out the window now and then. When they heard the pilot say they were over the desert the girls' excitement keened. The No Smoking light came on, the stewardess asked everyone to buckle their seatbelts, and the plane began to descend.
Rob looked up from his paperwork, realized that he'd been totally absorbed in it for the duration of the flight, then stuffed everything back into his briefcase and looked at the girls.
It gave him immense pleasure to see their excitement. He'd been meaning to take Mandy on a little vacation-meaning to for some time. But now there was Adeline too, and much as he cared for Mandy, he felt equally drawn to Adeline. Where Mandy was aggressive and demanding, Adeline seemed shy and passive. There could be no comparison so far as looks or figure-each was beautiful in her own way. Neither was more nor less attractive than the other. In Mandy's face he saw a determined excitement; in Adeline's the excitement was more tentative. Mandy was so sure of herself; Adeline seemed cautious. They appealed to him equally, opposite though they were.
The plane dipped down more, then the landing wheels hit the pavement with a screech. It taxied down the runway, the girls looking out the window and oohing and ahhing at the sun and sand. Finally the plane came to a halt.
"Let's wait till everyone else gets off," Rob suggested. "I hate to fight with crowds of people."
They waited until the plane was nearly emptied, then rose and walked off the plane and down the steps into the bright, hot sunlight.
"Oh, it's too, too much!" Mandy squealed, throwing up her arms, lifting her face to the sky. "It's so warm! I can't believe it!"
Adeline's reaction was similar, but not so demonstrative.
They entered the terminal building, retrieved their bags, then hopped into a cab.
"The Desert Palm," Rob said to the driver, then leaned back and put one arm around each girl.
They both kept their eyes fixed to the passing scenery, commenting on the vivid colors of the desert plants, on the immensity of the sky, the warmth of the sun.
Then finally they pulled up before the hotel, an enormous, tall building constructed mostly of glass, with a number of fountains in a large, grassy square in front.
The doorman appeared instantly, helped them out, took their luggage and handed it to a bellhop, then escorted them inside.
Mandy and Adeline were transfixed. The lobby was the most beautiful they'd ever seen. Everything was deep, soft, rich-looking. The incredibly thick carpet beneath their feet; the handsome men and beautiful women crossing back and forth across the lobby, the mirrored walls, the feel of money-all combined to make them feel rich and beautiful, too.
There was commotion everywhere, yet it seemed unusually quiet. Adeline commented that she'd never seen so many people in one room being so quiet.
That's because they have so much money," Mandy answered. "When you're rich, you have to try very hard to not draw attention to yourself."
"Oh, I see," Adeline replied, though she didn't see at all.
Mandy turned to Rob. "I love it," she said simply.
For a fraction of a second he allowed her soft-spoken remark to feed his ego, making him feel once again like the worldly sophisticate treating two beautiful young women to a weekend in Vegas. But then, as he looked toward the registration desk, he saw his friend Tony.
"Look, why don't you girls go up and take a look at the suite. I have to meet with Tony now, so I'll see you later."
"Where?" Adeline asked. "Where should we look for you?"
"I don't know," he said hurriedly, obviously eager to attend to the business matter which had brought him here. I'll come up to the suite when I'm through-in a few hours. You just go on over to the registration desk and a bellhop will take you up."
He turned and walked away, leaving the two girls standing alone in the middle of the huge lobby as he met Tony.
"Rob, good to see you," his friend said, shaking his hand. "I've been waiting around all afternoon."
He put his arm around Rob's shoulder and, talking quietly, they walked across the lobby, heading for the bar.
This makes the Hilltop Inn look like a welfare hotel," Mandy said to Adeline as they surveyed the suite.
"I'll say," Adeline said. "Wow-this is really incredible....You know, I feel a little out of place, though."
"Why?" Mandy asked.
"Well, I feel like my clothes are shabby-looking, and my hair is all wrong-I'm afraid I'll stick out like a sore thumb."
"Well, that's silly, but if it'll make you feel better, you tell Rob when he gets up to the suite. I'm sure he'll let you buy a few things."
Mandy decided to shower, feeling tired and gritty from the flight, then to go back downstairs and pick up a bikini at one of the boutiques. When she entered the bathroom she was amazed.
Wall-to-wall mirrors; mirrored ceiling; sunlamp in the ceiling; huge, glass-doored shower stall; sunken marble tub; three-inch-thick carpeting; plushy velour towels; colognes and toiletries in the cabinets; she decided instantly that she wanted a bathroom like this for herself. Never again would she be satisfied by a tile floor with tile walls and a shower-tub combination. Never again would she be satisfied by anything less than wall-to-wall mirrors and velour towels.
"Hey, Adeline," she called, "come on in here-you've got to see this!"
Adeline entered the bathroom and drew a long, slow breath. "Wow...." was all she could say.
Showered and changed, the two girls left the suite. They rode down in the mirror-walled elevator, and when it stopped on the fifteenth floor to admit another hotel guest, Mandy nudged Adeline. "That's Bobby Macer," she whispered.
"I know," Adeline whispered back. They stared at him all the way down to the lobby.
When they got out of the elevator Mandy said, "I just bought his new album. I wonder if he's appearing in the nightclub here, or maybe at one of the other hotels."
Adeline shrugged her shoulders. She looked around the lobby again, her amazement renewed, then the two asked a clerk where they could buy bathing suits.
In the hotel's boutique they each selected a very small bikini-Mandy's in bright red, Adeline's a soft honey color.
They returned to the suite, changed quickly, then went back downstairs to the pool.
Feeling very beautiful and desirable, they lay in the sun on deck chairs by the side of the pool, sipping vodka Collinses and watching the other hotel guests.
Mandy was intrigued by the number of handsome men, many of them not much older than she and Adeline. But the women surprised her equally-for every man under forty-five, there seemed to be three or four women over fifty. The imbalance seemed almost ludicrous.
She commented on it to Adeline, who glanced around her, taking notice of the other guests. "You're right. It seems like such a waste-all those men and so few good-looking chicks. ... I think if we weren't with Rob, I could very easily be tempted to spend the entire weekend balling men-a different one every three hours!"
Mandy laughed. "I know just what you mean. I wonder what these guys do at night around here. I mean, I know the casinos are always jumping at night, with tons of people, but what about after the gambling ... what do they do then?"
"Well, if those older women are representative of all the available women around, chances are they go to their rooms and jerk off," Adeline commented, giggling. "I guess I'm getting higher than I thought from these drinks," she admitted sheepishly.
Mandy looked up just in time to see the poolside waiter passing with a tray of drinks.-She waved to him, and after he served a group of middle-aged women on the far side of the pool, he took Mandy's order for another drink, and Adeline's, too.
"Well, all in all," Mandy said, peering at Adeline over the top of her new sunglasses, "this isn't a bad way to spend a winter weekend. ... Or a summer weekend. ... Or a whole lifetime. If we were back in Vermont now, we'd be sitting in my room or yours, talking about how cold it was outside, and trying to find a way of killing time. And we'd also be agonizing over the fact that the only guys around are those jackasses from State."
Adeline nodded understandingly. She sipped her drink slowly at first, then suddenly downed the entire thing in a few gulps. "This," she said, "is to give me some courage."
"Courage for what?" Mandy asked.
"To go over and talk to that man sitting under the green striped umbrella."
"Where?" Mandy asked.
"Right over there," Adeline replied, trying to point him out without drawing his attention.
"All I can see is legs," Mandy said disappointedly.
"Well, if you want to switch chairs with me you can see him better. From this angle I can see his whole body and face, and he's really fine."
"Well, I won't bother to look-you keep him for yourself. I'll see if maybe I can find someone else."
"But what about Rob?" Adeline said, sounding suddenly guilty. "I mean, we came out here with him-he's laying out all the money-and I have a feeling he wouldn't like it if we started to mess around. ... Damn it-that guy over there is looking at me."
"If you want to go over, go ahead," Mandy said, "I'll cover for you if Rob comes around, but chances are we won't see him till much later."
Adeline started to get up, then sat back again. "I can't do it," she said quietly.
"Why not?" Mandy wanted to know. "I know you're shy, but if he's looking at you there's really nothing wrong with going over to him."
"I know, but I feel like I'd be betraying Rob."
"What Rob doesn't know can't hurt him," Mandy said caustically. The tone of her voice surprised her. "I didn't mean it to sound so harsh," she added.
"Would you do it?" Adeline asked. "I mean, would you go off with another guy while you're here with Rob?"
Mandy thought for a moment. "Well, when you put it that way it does sound like a betrayal, but I haven't made any commitment to Rob. I never promised him I wouldn't see other men, and he never asked me to. After all, he doesn't have the right-he's married, so he can't really say too much about what I do when I'm away from him."
"But that's just it-you re not away from him now."
"That's true," Mandy allowed, "but still, he has no claim on either of us. ... To tell you the truth, I'm getting just a little tired of him anyway. Always the same thing, always sneaking around. And now that I'm here, and there are so many good-looking men around-well, I don't think I'll have much guilt about being with someone else."
"I don't understand how you could say you're tired of Rob," Adeline commented. "He's really so sweet, and he's terrific in bed, and he has money. What more could you want?"
"A lot more," Mandy replied.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I feel horny," Mandy said, her words coming softly and a little bit slurred.
Adeline turned to her. "Me too," she said, then giggled, tossing her head.
Mandy watched her friend's long blond hair sway back and forth, catching the sunlight streaming in through the window. "Let's lie down," she said.
Adeline rose from where she sat on the floor, putting out her cigarette first. She walked over to the bed and sank down on it, feeling stoned from the liquor they'd had by the pool.
Mandy joined her. Lying side by side on the big bed, both girls naked, they turned and looked at each other. Wordlessly their mouths met in a soft, feminine kiss, their lips touching gently.
Mandy's tongue darted out from between her lips as Adeline parted hers to admit her girl friend's tongue. She sucked it deep into her mouth, rubbing her own tongue along it, bathing it in warm saliva.
Mandy's tongue grew bolder, began to swirl around inside Adeline's mouth, rubbing along the inner walls of her mouth. Her hands began to travel downward, stopping when they reached the full, meaty breasts nearly touching her own. She found Adeline's nipples stiff and crinkly as she pinched and pulled them gently, making Adeline's clitoris twitch each time she applied more pressure.
Adeline turned her entire body toward Mandy, pressing her tits against Mandy's hands, trapping them between their bodies. The vodka made her feel a little dizzy as a charge of heat spread through her body. Everything felt loose, her muscles, her limbs.
Her own tongue began to come to life, thrusting back at Mandy's, dueling with it. Her girlfriend's hands on her breasts made her cunt tingle deliciously as sex juice began to flow, wetting her inner vaginal walls and pussy lips. She crossed her thighs, squeezing them tightly together, loving the pressure it offered her clit.
Mandy's hands soon tired of breasts. They began to move further down, tickling Adeline's tummy, running lightly through her pubic hairs. Adeline parted her thighs as soon as Mandy's hand began to explore her lower belly, hoping that her friend would plunge her fingers down even farther to rub the fleshy folds of her twat.
Growing hotter and hornier with each thrust of her tongue into Adeline's mouth, Mandy threw her right leg over Adeline's thighs and began to slowly grind her cunt against the firm, muscled flesh, gyrating her hips in rhythm to her tongue thrusts, one hand placed tenderly on Adeline's neck, the other roaming about her groin.
Adeline pulled her head back, breaking their kiss. She knew that Mandy wanted to play with her, and she willingly complied, throwing both arms back over her head to rest on the pillow, exposing her naked breasts. She spread her thighs as far apart as she could, then closed her eyes and sank back in a soft, hot flow of sexuality.
Mandy stopped grinding her cunt on Adeline's thighs, removed her leg, then climbed over on top of her girlfriend. She wedged herself between Adeline's thighs and returned her mouth to Adeline's. As she sank her tongue deep into her mouth she rubbed her breasts against the other girl's, feeling their nipples stiffen even more. Mandy's cunt was sopping wet by now, and she ached for the release of orgasm, but first she wanted to bring Adeline off-wanted to give her more pleasure than she had in their previous sex.
Her hands came up to tangle in the long blond hair spread out on the pillow. It felt silky and smooth against her palms. The feel of her own full, heavy tits pressing against Adeline's made her want to take all four boobs into her hands and squeeze as hard as she could, but their bodies were pressed together so tightly that there was no way to get her hands between them.
She kissed her slowly, languidly, savoring the flavor of their mixed saliva. Adeline closed her thighs so that Mandy could rub her twat against her own.
Their clitorises touched and each let out a soft moan. It was an incredibly sexual, sensual feeling as their tiny, supersensitive buds flicked back and forth against each other's, stirring up their juices, bringing them both that much closer to orgasm.
But Mandy wanted to hold off still longer. The combination of the excitement she got from turning Adeline on, plus the excitement she felt as their cunts rubbed together, was almost too much to withstand, and she knew that if she allowed her mind to wander an orgasm would build and explode within her hot snatch in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly she felt an urge to take Adeline's cunt in her mouth, and she broke the kiss and slithered down, rubbing her breasts over Adeline's body as she lowered herself. Adeline slid up a bit, parting her legs once again, knowing what Mandy wanted to do, and wanting her to do it.
Mandy's head hovered over Adeline's hairy pussy for a moment as she looked upward at her girl friend's face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted softly, her breaths coming quickly, raspily. Then Mandy plunged her head down and engulfed in her mouth as much of Adeline's cunt as she could.
Adeline squirmed around, arching her hips and thrusting her cunt upward, grinding it into Mandy's face. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the top of her friend's head buried between her thighs. Mandy's tongue was flipping her clitoris back and forth in a hard, steady rhythm. Adeline felt the first hot tingles of orgasm, and Mandy sensed it, drawing her tongue back into her mouth, wanting to put it off even longer.
Adeline sighed softly, then reached down and placed her hands on either side of Mandy's head. "Don't stop," she murmured, applying gentle pressure, directing Mandy back to her throbbing clit.
Mandy once again took the tender nipple-like bud between her lips and drummed her tongue against it; then she released it and moved her mouth down and began to chew gently on the slick, hot lips covering her girl friend's pussy.
She chewed and nibbled on the tender folds of flesh, then used her lips to part them and thrust her tongue up into Adeline's hole.
Adeline let out a small sigh which turned into almost a gasp as Mandy's tongue began to fuck her. She rubbed her ass back and forth on the mattress, gyrating her hips, thrusting upward to get all of Mandy's tongue deep inside her. Her hands remained on either side of Mandy's head, holding it tenderly, wanting to push it down hard but not allowing herself to do so.
The heated, oily liquid in Adeline's cunt made Mandy aware of her own snatch. It tingled on the brink of climax, needing only one or two seconds of rubbing to bring her off. She began to fuck Adeline hard, ramming her tongue as far into the hole as she could, grinding her nose on the clit atop the deep pink gash, tasting the musky juices. At this moment Mandy wished more than anything that she had a huge, fat cock between her legs so that she could really fuck her friend.
She envisioned herself plunging her hard, horny prick between Adeline's cunt lips, ramming it up to the hilt, touching her deep inside where no woman had ever touched her. But she had no cock, only her hands and her mouth, and she began to use them more determinedly, more urgently, ready now to release her friend's orgasm.
She brought her hands to the cunt mashed into her face. She moved her mouth back to Adeline's clit, which was hard and ruby-red, drew it between her lips and began to suck hard upon it as her fingers thrust upward and into the hot, wet hole.
Adeline began to toss her head back and forth on the pillow, arching her hips, feeling the heated climax building and building deep within her snatch.
Mandy sucked harder, using her mouth on the clitoris as she used her mouth on Rob's cock, licking and sucking, bathing it in her saliva.
Adeline could no longer control her body. It began to quiver from head to foot as the sexual whirlpool sucked her into it, her cunt beginning to pulsate and throb around Mandy's fingers imbedded within it.
Suddenly Adeline cried out. The orgasm began to ripple through her, setting every nerve on edge, drawing her entire being into her cunt. The orgasm exploded in one huge convulsion, then quivered and trembled through her pussy and exploded again in her clitoris, making it jump in its hooded, fleshy shield.
Mandy grasped it firmly between her lips and held it there, feeling Adeline's most intimate quivers against her lips. Her own cunt, dripping wet, began to quiver too, and she realized that her orgasm was beginning to take control.
She'd never imagined she could experience an orgasm without even being touched down there, but here she was, about to have a roaring climax while eating out Adeline's pussy.
She kept her mouth planted over the hairy, trembling box between her friend's thighs as she felt her own orgasm burst, sending charges of electric-like heat soaring through her body. She wished in that moment that she had a hot, stiff cock rubbing against her womb, but her hole was empty and it throbbed around the nothingness, aching for something to fill the void.
At last the two women came to rest. Adeline sighed softly and rested back against the pillows; Mandy removed her mouth from her cunt and laid her head against the hot, come-matted pubic hair, her ear covering her friend's clitoris.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mandy jumped.
"It's me," Rob called, turning the doorknob.
Mandy rested her head back against Adeline's cunt, thinking that the sight might excite Rob....She hoped so, because although she'd just had an orgasm she wanted another ... and another ... and another.
He walked into the room. Followed by Tony.
"Oh," he said, surprised, then was suddenly embarrassed.
"I didn't realize you girls were busy." He started to turn around, trying to usher Tony back through the doorway before he got a glimpse of the two naked girls on the bed, obviously having just finished satisfying each other. But it was too late-Tony was already inside the room, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Rob, my boy," he said, "you surprise me."
Rob mumbled something in reply, shooting looks at the two girls; looks that said "Get off that bed and get dressed before I die of embarrassment."
Mandy read his look but did not move. For some reason she suddenly found pleasure in causing Rob this shame. She rubbed her cheek against Adeline's cunt.
Adeline looked totally freaked out. There was nothing she'd rather do than get off the bed and go hide in the bathroom. Her cheeks were aflame. The blush that started in her face traveled down to her breasts.
But Mandy would not move.
"Well, I see you won't be in need of any of the hotel's services," Tony commented, closing the bedroom door behind him and walking toward the bed.
He couldn't help but recognize Rob's embarrassment, and, being quite experienced in matters of this nature, he decided to play it cool, try to ease Rob's evident discomfort.
"I don't believe we've met," he said casually to the two girls on the bed, acting as though there were nothing more natural in the world than two naked women lying there, one with her legs spread far apart, the other with her cheek resting against her cunt.
"Rob?"
"Ah ... Tony, this is Adeline and Mandy," Rob said, his voice an octave higher than usual. "Which is which?"
"I'm Adeline," Adeline said.
"I'm Mandy," the other replied, lifting her head from Adeline's pussy and turning to look at Tony. She was surprised to see that he was so handsome, and so much younger than Rob.
"Well," she said, "guess I'd better put on some clothes." She rose to a sitting position.
"Don't bother on my account," Tony said. "I love to look at naked women ... especially naked women whose bodies are total perfection."
Very smooth, Mandy thought. She looked at Rob standing helplessly in the middle of the room, looking as though he wished he could disappear right through the floor. She looked back at Adeline for a moment-her expression matched Rob's.
Mandy couldn't understand why they seemed so uncomfortable. Tony obviously wasn't put off by what he'd seen; in fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. She didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed, just puzzled by Rob and Adeline's reaction.
She looked again at Tony, who shrugged his shoulders in a mock-helpless way. "Well," he said, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize his business dealings with Rob nor make him uncomfortable, "I guess I'll be going. If either of you girls would like a drink, please come down to the bar and ask for me."
He walked out of the room.
A true diplomat, Mandy thought, then looked at Rob, feeling a sudden surge of anger.
"What the fuck is the matter with you?"
"I-" he began, starting to cross the room toward the bed.
"You know, for a man who's so successful in business, you sure don't know much about handling people."
"I "
She cut him off again. "For Christ's sake, Rob, why did you act like that? You just stood there with this lost-little-boy expression on your face, looking like you wanted to die."
Her anger put him off for a moment, then he felt his own anger surfacing.
"I happen to be here in an official capacity. I like to keep my business dealings separated from my personal life....And I certainly didn't expect to walk in here in the middle of the afternoon to find your head buried in Adeline's cunt!"
"And why shouldn't it be buried in Adeline's cunt?" Mandy exploded back at him. "Just what the fuck is wrong with that? If Adeline and I want to have a private thing-well, that's none of your business."
Adeline watched the two, her head turning back and forth between them as if she were watching two tennis players batting a ball across a court.
"It's my business if I'm picking up the tab," Rob replied caustically. "And until you've got the resources to pick up your own tab, you remember that!"
Mandy opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again, obviously thinking better of it.
Adeline remained silent, hoping that neither would try to draw her into the argument. She really couldn't understand what all the fuss was about, and she didn't really care, either. She just wanted them to stop hassling.
"Well," Rob said, "I came up here to see if you girls felt like having a bite to eat and then going to the casino. ... I thought we could have a late supper here, in the suite. But now I'm really not in the mood." He looked angrily at Mandy.
"Okay," she replied, "so you're not in the mood. Fine. I'll just go down to the bar and have a drink with Tony, who obviously knows how to act like an adult ... which is something you don't."
With that she got off the bed, leaving Adeline sitting there against the pillows. She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Rob and Adeline heard the shower start. They looked at each other, then Rob sat down beside her on the bed, loosening his necktie.
"I'm sorry if we caused you embarrassment," Adeline said timidly, not knowing what else to say, but wanting very much to appease him and calm the troubled situation.
"It's not your fault," he said. "There was no way you could have known Yd bring him upstairs. ... I thought it would be real nice to introduce you and then for us all to have a drink and some food together."
"We still can," Adeline said softly. "Nah-I'm not into it anymore. For Christ's sake, how could she have done that?" he said, his anger beginning to return.
"Well, we weren't expecting you," Adeline replied.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean how could she have just stayed there with her face in your cunt while I stood there with him? She knew damned well that I wanted her to get off the bed and try to look like-like-oh, shit, I don't know. But she didn't have to make a point of staying there, talking to Tony with her head between your legs."
Adeline couldn't think of any reply, so she reached out and covered Rob's hand with her own. He looked at her. He wondered why he hadn't seen her in this light before; she seemed so sensitive where Mandy was so harsh, so understanding where Mandy was so rigid. He lifted his other hand and stroked her hair.
"Let's have some drinks sent up to the room," he said to her. "Let Mandy go with Tony. ... I'd rather be alone with you."
Adeline's cunt tingled at his words. She felt a moment of guilt at what she thought was a betrayal of Mandy, then realized that Mandy herself had set up the situation, saying she would go down and join Tony alone.
Rob called room service and placed his order, then unbuckled his belt and removed his jacket and trousers. In his shorts and tee shirt, he sat back down beside Adeline.
Mandy reappeared from the bathroom about a half hour later, dressed, fully made up, looking terrific, which Rob tried not to notice.
"I'll see you later," she said casually, looking at the two on the bed. Adeline started to say something but Mandy shot her a look. Rob turned his head away.
When she reached the bar she was again surprised by the number of younger men and older women. Didn't these men bring their girlfriends along? she wondered.
She perched on a bar stool and ordered a collins, then changed her mind and switched her order to a martini, deciding to get good and plastered. The argument with Rob had upset her. It brought things to her mind that she'd been avoiding for quite a while, and would rather have avoided now. But the thoughts and feelings were there, and she could not turn them off.
There had been a few times when she'd seen Rob as a weak, insipid man trying desperately to cling to his youth. At those times she felt totally turned off, and even had trouble making love with him. Sometimes he'd give her a look, or there would be a slight inflection in his voice, and she'd find herself wanting to run from him, as far and as fast as she could. Now was one of those times.
She tried to understand what it was that turned her off so strongly now. It wasn't merely his embarrassment in front of Tony-she could understand that, although she thought it was silly. It wasn't that he had yelled at her. It wasn't anything specific-just a feeling.
She sipped her drink. Then she motioned to the bartender. He came over to her. "Yes?" he said. "I'd like to see Tony, please."
"Which Tony? Lazzeri or Martinson?"
"Oh-I'm not sure." She felt foolish. "Uh-the one with the dark, curly hair and moustache."
"That's Mr. Lazzeri, miss," the bartender informed her. 'I'll have him paged for you."
He walked away from her. She watched as he lifted the telephone on the far end of he bar, spoke into the receiver, then hung up. He nodded to her. She smiled back at him, then returned to her drink and her thoughts.
When she'd left the room Adeline had started to say something-she wondered now what it was. Sighing softly to herself, she pictured the two of them up in the suite. They were probably taking a bath together or something. She knew that Rob would want Adeline to wash before having sex, and that he'd probably want to wash himself, too. She envisioned them together, naked in the bathtub, laughing and talking as they touched each other. It was exactly as it had been a few months ago between her and Rob. Now, she realized, Rob had a replacement. She realized, too, that she didn't really care. A week ago, or a few weeks ago, if she'd thought that there was a chance of losing Rob-to Adeline or to any other woman-she'd have been totally freaked out by it But now, sitting in the bar of this plush Las Vegas hotel, waiting for a very attractive man, she couldn't have cared less about Rob. She glanced around her, surveying the scene from suddenly very different eyes. Each man was a potential lover; each was a new experience. She herself felt new, in an odd sort of way. "Mandy?"
She turned around to see Tony standing beside her.
He sat on the bar stool beside her. "Where's Rob and Adeline?" he asked.
"Busy," she replied, eager to avoid talking about them. "I thought I'd come myself."
"Glad you did," he said, smiling. He motioned to the bartender, who in an instant was before them, a bloody mary in his hand.
"Mr. Lazzeri," he said, handing him the drink.
Tony nodded and thanked him, then turned back to Mandy. "So, tell me what brings you two girls to Vegas with Rob."
"Well, we were all spending the weekend together when Rob got a call....I guess it just seemed like the natural thing to bring us along. I'd been complaining for weeks about wanting to get some sun, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
She looked directly into his eyes. "And I'm very glad I came."
He smiled at her. "You surprise me," he said softly, his voice deep and sexy.
"Why?" she asked coyly.
"Well, maybe I should put it a different way-Rob surprises me."
"Why?" she asked again.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Rob never struck me as that type of guy. I mean, he always seemed happily married. In the past I used to offer him girls now and then, but he always turned down the offers. I thought he was strictly monogamous."
"What do you mean 'offer him girls'?" Mandy said. Her interest in him was growing rapidly.
"Didn't Rob tell you what I do here?" he said, obviously surprised.
"No," she commented, "all he said was that you were some sort of business associate."
"Mandy, let's move to a table," he said quietly, taking his drink and sliding off the bar stool.
He held out his hand for her, then picked up her drink, and they crossed the bar and sat in a dark secluded booth toward the back of the room. They sat side by side, leaving the bench across from them vacant.
"How old are you?" he asked. "Old enough but not too old," she answered, trying to be as evasive as possible. She knew she looked older than she was, but still, she thought, I don't want to scare him off.
"That serves me right," he laughed. "I should know better than to ask a woman how old she is. ... Anyway, Rob really didn't say anything to you?"
"No, he didn't, and now you've got me really curious."
"Well, I guess you do know that prostitution is legal here in Las Vegas."
"Yes, I've heard that"
"Well, I'm the manager of this hotel ... well, manager of uh-how shall I put it?-entertainment."
"You hire the celebrities who work in the nightclub here?"
"No, the general manager does that. ... I'm in charge of the chorus girls ... and the other girls."
"Other girls?" she echoed.
"We have a staff of women who-uh-work here."
She wondered why he was being so evasive. His meaning was evident, and she wondered why a man who seemed to be so smooth would be uncomfortable discussing this with her. She decided to help him out
"You mean you have staff prostitutes?"
"Yes."
"You know, when Adeline and I were out by the pool this afternoon I noticed that there were so many men, young men, good-looking men, but the women were mostly middle-aged."
"Well, the Desert Palm is known for the women who work here. Most of the men who choose this hotel over the others choose it for just that reason. ... You see, at the other hotels there are many, many single female guests-all looking for sex, and possibly a prospective husband. They come out here hoping to find a rich man to get involved with. But things like that lead to complications. A good deal of the men out here are here for gambling or business, and romantic involvement is the last thing on their minds. Sure, they want to get laid, but they don't want some woman clinging to them, messing things up.
"So, many of them come here. We discourage young, single females-and the men are much happier to buy their sex. That way they can have a terrific time in bed without any emotional involvement, without feeling guilty. When a man goes to a prostitute there is no pretense, no games. They want sex; the prostitute is willing to sell it to them."
Mandy thought this over for a while, sipping her drink and saying nothing. Tony sat back, waiting for her response.
Finally it came. "I've never thought much about prostitution," she said. "The few times I did I just felt turned off-having to go to bed with someone who doesn't really appeal to me seems like it would be a torture. I can imagine myself lying beneath some fat old man, waiting for him to finish, and hating the feel of him inside me, hating his hands on my body."
"Well, that's a problem that streetwalkers run into, but here the girls have absolute authority over themselves. If a girl doesn't like a customer-well, that's all there is to it. She just says no. There's always another girl willing to take care of him."
Mandy was silent for a moment, wanting very much to ask a question but feeling afraid. She finished her martini in three gulps, then asked him to order her another.
It was brought to the table almost instantly. She lifted the glass, took a large swallow, then placed the glass beside his on the table. "Tell me," she began, her voice low, "do the girls make much money?"
He looked at her. His eyes were intense, as if he were reading her thoughts. A small smile formed slowly on his lips.
He hesitated for a few moments. This game was not new to him, and he knew how to play it to his advantage.
Finally he said, "Well, that all depends on the girl. On her looks, her talent, her personality."
Mandy was annoyed by his evasiveness. She pursued: "Well, how is the payment schedule worked out? Do the customers pay the girls or does the hotel pay them?"
"The hotel pays them," he replied. "Each girl is on salary-she gets a certain amount every week from the hotel. But she also can make a nice little bundle in tips and bonuses-if she's good."
"Tell me more about it," Mandy said, no longer bothering to hide her interest.
He smiled again. Yes, he thought, this is going well. Recruitment was one of the aspects of his job that he liked most. He got to meet an enormous number of beautiful young women, got to fuck them all as a try-out-sort of like filling out a job application, he'd often thought-and usually spent most of his time in the bar with customers or girls.
"Well, Mandy, it's a very complicated business. What specifically did you want to know?"
She was quiet again for a few moments, her face showing the depth and intensity of her thoughts. She said, finally, "Are you in charge of hiring as well as maintaining?"
He nodded.
"How do you hire a girl?"
"Well, first she has to pass a sort of appearance test. She has to be quite beautiful, her body must be nearly flawless, and she must have a sort of worldliness-a familiarity with this kind of lifestyle."
"Oh." She looked down into her drink, wondering if Rob had told him that she was a junior in a Vermont girls' college. She glanced at him, trying to read his thoughts. She knew he was playing some sort of game with her, and she knew what her objective was, but she was unsure of her method of approach.
The girls also must really love sex," he added.
"Could you give me an example of what a girl might make-if she was good, and got an average amount of tips and bonuses."
That's very hard to say," he replied, enjoying drawing out the information, watching her interest growing by leaps and bounds. "You see, as I said, each girl is on salary. The salaries vary according to length of time of employment. As for tips-that's strictly between the girls and the customers. As for the bonuses-girls get bonuses when they've got a customer, or a few customers, who repeatedly ask for them. For instance, I have a girl on now who is doing very well-she gets her salary, plus there are three frequent guests who always ask for her. So she gets very generous tips from them, and We give her nice bonuses for keeping those customers happy. It all works out quite well-the girls live here in the hotel, on the eighteenth and nineteenth floors. Their expenses are all taken care of-meals, booze, clothes, maid service, that sort of thing. So actually they manage to accumulate quite a lot of cash, since they don't have to pay for anything."
Mandy looked at him, then gulped down the remainder of her drink, realizing that she was getting pretty stoned but not caring.
"How do you hire girls?" she asked.
Tony moved almost imperceptibly closer to her. He looked into her eyes for a long time, then said, "Well, it happens in any number of ways. Sometimes a girl working the chorus line will decide to hook. Sometimes girls come in on recommendations from other girls or from customers. Sometimes I just find them myself."
She crossed and uncrossed her legs beneath the table, aware of a sudden feeling of desire for him. She knew without thinking that he himself tried out each girl before hiring her. She knew also that she wanted to be hired. She'd almost never felt so definite and determined about anything. The setup was perfectto live in Las Vegas and get laid day and night, make lots of money, live in this fabulous hotel ... it was exactly what she'd always wanted, without realizing it before.
But aside from wanting to work for him, she wanted to go to bed with him. Not on a business basis-merely for the pleasure. She knew he must be terrifically experienced-he was probably better than Rob, she surmised. And suddenly she thought of Rob again. The thought turned her off.
She looked at Tony, her facial expression betraying her sexual need for him.
"Let's take a walk," he said quietly.
They got up and left the bar, stopping a few times when Tony saw someone he had to talk to. Mandy was impressed by the respect shown to him, and she liked being seen with him. A few men who stopped him noticed her and smiled appreciatively.
They crossed the huge lobby and Tony led her down a long, thick-carpeted corridor. He stopped abruptly and opened a door, held it for her, then closed it behind him.
She looked around what she supposed was his office, as impressed by it as she had been by the suite and by Tony himself.
"Have a seat," he said, pointing to a low leather couch that ran the entire length of one wall. She did as he suggested, sinking down into the soft leather, looking around at the ultramodern furniture mixed with antique pieces here and there.
"Another drink?" he asked.
She nodded, running her hand along the cool leather, feeling its richness, wanting it for herself. She knew she shouldn't have another drink-at least not without eating something first-but she wanted to give the impression that she was used to drinking a lot and could handle it.
He sat down beside her, loosening his tie as he handed her another martini. She smiled coyly as she accepted it and began sipping. She was very curious as to his come-on. She knew she'd never been with a man like him, and she wondered how he would start the ball rolling. It was obvious that he wanted to fuck her, and she was sure that he knew her feelings. Now she waited for his move.
It was not long in coming. He easily slipped his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close. His mouth came down softly on hers. The feel of his lips against her own made her want to throw her legs wide open and shove his head down there, but she merely accepted his kiss, responding but not overdoing it.
He broke the kiss, kissed her lightly on the nose, then stood up and crossed the room to the leather-upholstered bar. He walked around the bar and behind it, then reached down and flicked a switch. The lights dimmed and music began to play. She looked around for the speakers, trying to determine the source of music, but could not see them.
He returned to her on the couch. Sitting again, replacing his arm around her shoulders, he whispered into her ear: "I'd like to make love to you."
His hot breath against her neck and ear sent shivers running up and down her spine.
He was so slick, so smooth. Plain and simple: I'd like to make love to you. She thought again of Rob for a moment ... he always came on so strong, playing games, acting as though each time he fucked her it was some terrific conquest. She preferred Tony's approach. It was simple and direct. There was no pretense about it.
She smiled at him, her eyes accepting his request She started to rise, planning to strip, but he said, "No-not here. Let's go up to my room. We'll be much more comfortable there."
She again smiled her acknowledgement and agreement. They left the music on, eager to get to his suite. The walk across the lobby and the ride up in the elevator were significantly silent. There was nothing to be said. She wanted his body: he wanted hers. There was no more to it than that, and she accepted the situation willingly.
Alone in his room, waiting for him to reappear from the bathroom, she looked around. His suite made the one Rob had been given look like a cheap motel. Everything in Tony's suite was richer, softer, more plush. She sat in the living room, noticing the paintings on the walls, the solid gold cigarette box on the coffee table, the....
"Mandy?"
He came into the room. She glanced at him and rose wordlessly. Joining him in the doorway, they walked together into the bedroom.
She looked around, noticing the soft lights, the music coming from some hidden speaker as it had downstairs in his office, the velvet bedspread and satin sheets.
She crossed the room and stood beside the bed, slipped off her shoes, then, in one sweeping motion, lifted her dress up and over hear head. She turned to him, naked except for a pair of lacy panties, her body glowing in the warm, dim light.
He drew in his breath sharply, then began to remove his clothes. By the time he was stripped she was lying on the bed, her panties removed, her legs spread far apart, her arms open in invitation to him.
His eyes traveled the length of her body from the top of her head to her painted toenails, then back up again. He liked what he saw. Her breasts were outstandingly firm and her nipples were large, her hips curved gracefully, her pubic bush was soft-looking and full. He could tell from the look of her skin that it was soft and silky to the touch.
He sat down on the bed and reached his hand over to her, placing it over her left tit. The nipple hardened instantly in response. Very good, he thought, she reacts quickly.
He ran his palm back and forth over her breast as the nipple got stiffer and stiffer, testing the resiliency of her flesh, evaluating its texture. His other hand came around to fondle her other breast.
She looked down at his cock standing straight out from his groin. It was huge. It looked like a purplish snake, with an enormous head, ready to strike. For a moment she considered reaching for it, wanting to feel it, to run her fingers along the long, thick shaft, to cup his hairy balls in her palm, but she refrained. This was his show, she instinctively felt. She lay back and allowed him to work her over.
He leaned over and placed his head on her breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth. He began to chew gently upon it, sucking and nibbling as his hand continued to caress her other tit. His hands were incredibly tender but firm, and she laughed to herself. He probably had more experience with women than any man she'd ever met. Certainly more than Rob. Just the way Tony held her nipple in his mouth made her aware of Rob's lack of finesse.
Tony's hand left her breast and traveled down to her cunt. He did not run his fingers through her pubic hair nor tickle her belly; his hand went right for her snatch. He slipped two fingers right up into her hole, then hooked his thumb back and diddled it on her clitoris.
Suddenly she was incredibly hot. What had begun as simple foreplay was now transformed into an intense expression of sexuality.
His hand worked her over in a way no hand ever had. He seemed to know her every sensation, every desire, for he fucked her cunt with his hand almost the way she masturbated. He was so sensitive to her that he knew exactly when and where to touch her clitoris, when to rub up and down, when to rub it circularly, when to apply and ease pressure. It was as if she were directing his hand, as if it were a part of her own body.
Tony was eager to see how soon she'd come. He'd figured maybe five, seven minutes, and now it seemed that his prediction would be correct. Her vaginal muscles were beginning to contract ... that was a good sign. He looked up at her face, to be sure to see her expression when the orgasm ripped through her. He'd found that facial expression during climax indicated a great deal about a woman's sexuality-it could be used as a yardstick to measure the extent of her response, the intensity of the orgasm, the level of enjoyment of the act itself.
He was giving her a standard test that he gave to all prospective prostitutes. It was but the first in a series of many, as she would discover shortly. The first test, which he was giving her now as he rubbed her clit and pounded his fingers into her hole, was to measure her level of response. By it he would be able to tell how much the customers would enjoy fondling her and giving her pleasure. The second test was a bit more important, however; it involved her ability to give pleasure.
He began to chew harder on her nipple as his hand continued to ream out her box. His fingers were coated with the slick, hot juices pouring from her hole. He smeared the oily liquid around her slit, lubricating her cunt lips, bringing some of it upward to coat her hard clitoris.
She began to moan, abandoning all control over her body. It responded of its own accord. Her hips arched upward, impaling her twat on his hand. She gyrated her hips, rubbing herself sideways in rhythm to his thumb flicking over the tender bud.
And then the climax began. It grew with incredible speed. In seconds she was orgasming, gobs of cunt juice seeping from her hole, her clitoris spasming and twitching wildly. He continued to caress her throughout the orgasm, his fingers applying a firm, hard pressure.
His eyes were riveted to her face. Her eyes were tightly shut, her lips parted as she breathed heavily through her mouth. On her face was a look so intense, so consuming, that he felt a desire to make her orgasm last for hours. But he did not. He allowed her cunt to come to a rest, and only when the last twitters were over did he slowly withdraw his hand.
He looked again at her face. It bore an expression of serenity and satisfaction. The lines that had creased her brow during the orgasm had relaxed; her lips were closed, slightly upturned at the ends. Her eyes remained shut, but not so tightly.
"Mandy," he said quietly, sliding up on the bed to lie beside her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. In that instant she knew all she had to know. She understood exactly what was going on, intuitively knew what moves to make. Her goal was determined, now all that remained was to prove herself to him.
Upstairs in Rob's suite, he and Adeline were talking quietly under the covers, their naked bodies pressing lightly against each other.
She was telling him that he was the most wonderful man she'd ever met, and how sorry she was that the weekend would have to end.
"But I'll see you in Manchester," he said softly. "We'll have many more weekends together."
"But Mandy-"
"Shhh," he said to her, placing his finger against her lips. "Let's not talk about Mandy. What's between me and you is strictly our business. As far as what's between me and Mandy-well, that remains to be seen."
She snuggled against him, feeling very loved and protected. He reminded her of her father a little bit, but she tried not to think about that.
She wedged her hand between his thighs, cupping his balls in her hand. "Rob," she said softly. "I don't ever want to let go."
"You don't have to," he answered.
In moments he was sound asleep. She removed her hand and looked at him, then thought of Mandy, wondering where she'd gone. She glanced at the clock and was startled by the time. Mandy'd been gone for seven hours.
CHAPTER SIX
He didn't want her to know that everything he was doing and saying he'd done and said hundreds of times before. It wasn't that he wanted her to think she was in any way special; he felt it was important for her not to know he was testing her. He just wanted her to act naturally, as if she were with any man.
He wasn't sure whether she was acting or being herself, and it baffled him. He didn't often meet women he could not read.
"Your cock is tremendous," she whispered into his ear, squeezing it in her fisted palm. She felt the blood coursing through it, pounding along the shaft and bloating the head.
He responded enough for her to know that he wanted to fuck her, but reserved much of what he felt.
He wanted to see just how much she could give, how hard she would try.
"Lean back," she whispered, again, blowing directly into his ear, then running the tip of her tongue along the rim of it. "I want to eat you." As she said eat she pushed her tongue into the channel of his ear, then quickly withdrew it and pulled away from him.
He leaned back in the reclining chair. She had been sitting on the arm of it, and as she rose his eyes fell to the spot her cunt had touched; the leather bore a large, whitish smear of her juices.
She lowered herself to the floor, then crawled between his knees. His feet rested on the floor, wide apart. She looked up as she kneeled before him, her mouth held directly over the tip of his erect penis. Then she cast her eyes downward and stuck out her tongue.
He watched her as she ran it around the head of his cock, coating it with saliva. She moved her tongue around the rim of the head, making little darting licks with it as it traveled around and around. Then she stuck the tip of it against the little hole in his cockhead, and she pushed, sucking in her cheeks as her tongue prodded against the opening.
She moved her head forward slightly and then down, engulfing the whole fleshy cap in her mouth. She began to slowly move her mouth up and down, laving it with her tongue as she began to suck softly, then gradually harder and harder.
Her hands came up and began to fondle his balls and anus. She began to pump her head up and down with more speed, taking inch after inch of hard cock shaft into her throat as one hand held his hairy sac of balls and the other tickled lightly up and down the crack between his ass cheeks, her index finger stopping every few seconds to press against the hole.
He began to arch his hips slowly, feeding her more and more of his cock. He slid it down her throat, then pulled it back up, feeling her throat muscles contract around the wide rim of his cockhead. Then she pushed her head down so that just the tip entered her throat. She began to move her head up and down very quickly, keeping just his cockhead in her throat.
Her hand squeezed his balls, and rubbed behind them, prodding his asshole as she fucked his cock with her mouth. Her breasts hung heavily from her chest. Her body radiated a glowing warmth that flushed with more intense heat as she gave him head, loving the feel of his cock sliding down her throat She knew he would come soon. Raising her eyes from the hairy bush before them, she looked at him and realized that he was watching her. But as she looked more closely she saw that his eyes were directed at her but were not focused. He was just staring out, his eyes fixed on her.
She began to blow him hard, pumping her head up and down till her neck ached, stuffing her face with his prick, cramming it down her throat. Her hands worked evenly and in rhythm with her mouth.
He began to arch his hips again, this time with force. He thrust deep into her each time her head came down, and he drew back as her head lifted. The walls of her throat were hot and tight, like the walls of her cunt, but they were smooth, without the fleshy folds of the inner vagina. He rammed forward again and again, feeling the semen churning within his balls, beginning to travel upward, through his shaft.
She began to squeeze his balls tighter, feeling them contracting in pre-orgasmic tension. She sucked his cock hard, eager for the taste of his sperm.
His breathing quickened. A low, animal-like rumbling escaped his lips. And then the white hot come spewed from his cockhead and began to slide down her throat. Wad after wad of cream shot out, and he felt as if he were bursting.
She found immediately that she liked his taste. She rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing, her eyes closed, her breasts heavy and flushed.
As he watched her drink his come he slowly let his hips come to rest against the soft and now-hot leather upholstery. She swallowed the last drop, then wiped her tongue around the head, inserted the tip into the hole atop his cockhead to clean out the final droplet, then raised her head and released his prick from her mouth. His cock was soft and shriveled and it made a plopping sound as it fell back against his drained balls.
He let out a low moan, then reached down and placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her up to lie on top of him. They rested for a while, silent, each alone with private thoughts.
Adeline woke and looked at the clock. One a.m. She did a quick calculation in her head-Mandy had left at five o'clock. It was now eight hours that she'd been gone.
Adeline rolled over and looked at Rob. "Hey," she said softly, running her hand down his cheek. "It's time to wake up."
He mumbled something indistinct and rolled over, away from her. "Rob," she said, her voice a little louder now, "come on. You said you'd take me downstairs."
He rolled back over and opened his eyes, looking directly into her face. "I guess I did, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"What time is it?"
"One."
"Okay." He sighed, brought his fists up to his eyes and rubbed them, then sat up slowly. Adeline leaned over and switched on the bedside lamp.
"You want to shower?" he asked her.
She said that she did, and he watched her throw off the covers and walk across the bedroom, his eyes riveted to the movement of her hips and ass.
He leaned back against the pillows, sitting up, and waited till he heard the water turned on. Then he reached over and lifted the receiver of the telephone beside the bed.
"Mr. Tony Lazzeri," he said to the hotel operator.
He waited a few moments, heard a series of clicking noises, then the phone in Tony's room began to ring. And ring, and ring. Finally the hotel operator cut back in. "I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Lazzeri is not answering. Would you like me to have him paged?"
"No," Rob said, hanging up quickly.
He sat back again. Where was Mandy? he wondered. He knew she'd gone to have a drink with him, but that had been hours ago.
Suddenly he was having visions of Mandy and Tony, laughing, talking, kissing. He could see Tony's hands on her breasts. Then he could see them fucking.
He pushed the thought from his mind. Then he started to feel angry. For Christ's sake, he thought, who the hell does she think she is?
Then he thought of Adeline. He listened to the steady beat of the shower, heard her humming. He really did like her a lot, he thought. Not that she was any substitute for Mandy, but she was a sweet kid, fun to be with, and horny. Well, he decided, if Mandy wanted to play games, fine-he could play games too. He would stay with Adeline for as. long as she stayed with Tony.
He heard the water turned off, then got out of bed as she reappeared from the bathroom.
"I'm so excited," she said. "I've never been to a nightclub or a casino."
"Well," he replied, crossing the room, stopping to caress her bared breast for a moment, "I'm sure you'll find it interesting. Have you any idea who's appearing tonight?"
"Mandy and I saw Bobby Macer in the elevator-maybe it's him."
"Yeah, maybe," Rob said, trying hard to sound enthused but not succeeding.
"You're worried, or angry, or both," Adeline stated.
He started to deny it, then, somewhat disgusted by his lack of control over showing his feelings, he went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Adeline shrugged her shoulders and started to get dressed, wondering if Rob would allow her to gamble in the casino. She had no money of her own.
"Three and a five," the man in the red velvet jacket called out. "Place your bets."
Mandy looked at Tony. He nodded to her. She leaned forward and placed two chips on number eight, then watched mesmerized as the roulette wheel was spun.
"Nine wins it," the man called out. "Place your bets."
She looked again at Tony.
"If you want to," he said, answering her unasked question.
"No, I think I've had enough." she gathered together her chips.
"Want to try blackjack or craps?" he asked as they elbowed their way through the crowd surrounding the roulette table.
"No, I'd just like to cash in these chips I've already won. ... How much will it come to?"
He looked at the chips she held in her hand. "Not much," he said, "maybe five or six dollars."
"Oh." She looked disappointed.
"Want to catch the late show in the club?"
"Okay," she responded, disheartened by the small amount of her winnings.
They cashed in the chips, Tony handed her the few bills, and they made their way to the far side of the lobby and into the club.
"Mr. Lazzeri," the maitre de said, nodding.
He showed them to a ringside table.
Mandy looked around. It was packed. There were no more than two or three vacant tables in the entire place. Cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol combined to give the club a relaxed, open atmosphere. On stage was a line of sixteen naked chorus girls, huge feather headdresses atop their heads, long ostrich boas wrapped around their shoulders. The music was loud, the girls pranced to it, kicking their legs in unison, swaying seductively around the stage.
Hushed conversations and whispered comments filled the room. Every few minutes Mandy could hear fragments of dirty jokes as bits and pieces of people's conversations filled her ears.
Tony ordered her another drink.
Mandy sat there in something like a state of awe. She'd never seen anything like this, yet she felt right at home. She'd felt that way in the casino, too, and more than once she'd noticed men looking at her, their desire more than obvious. But each time, as soon as a man would notice her, he'd notice that she was with Tony. At that point they invariably turned away. She figured that they thought she was Tony's woman, not one of the girls on staff.
Which was true, but only for now, she reminded herself. She sat there sipping her drink, watching the naked women parade around the stage, thinking about the sex she and Tony had shared.
There was no doubt that he was the best she'd ever had. She knew that she had impressed him, that he knew what she could and would do in bed.
She was eager to talk to him about the prostitutes. She wanted to ask more questions, and wanted to make clear her intention of working for him. But she felt a hesitancy-what if he thought she wasn't good enough? What if he thought she was just some kid without a brain in her head?
She knew her fears were irrational; there was no mistaking his enjoyment of her body in bed, no mistaking his reactions to her. But she could not ignore the impression she'd gotten that he liked to initiate things. She didn't want to push him. She just sat and waited, hoping he'd bring up the subject.
He knew if he waited long enough she'd start to ask more questions. He talked about the hotel, about managing the chorus girls and what a huge job it was, about politics, about music-about everything he could think of except the one thing she wanted to discuss.
Finally she gave up. She couldn't hold off any longer. For a few minutes she tried to think of a subtle way to bring it up, then, coming up with nothing, she blurted out: "Tony, is there any chance I could stay here in Las Vegas and work for the hotel?"
"As a chorus girl?" he asked, enjoying playing her along.
"No," she said, feeling annoyed because she knew he knew what she meant, "as a-uh-prostitute."
"Have you given it a lot of thought?" he asked casually.
"Yes. And I've decided. I want a lot of money, I love sex, I know I can give a man a terrific time in bed."
'Yes, you can," he agreed, envisioning her mouth lowering over his hard-on.
"Well?" she prodded.
"Well," he said, "let me think it over."
Her face fell. She'd been expecting a definite answer. She knew she had to know one wav or the other before returning to the suite where Rob and Adeline were staying.
"When can you let me know?" she asked timidly, now afraid to say much of anything for fear that he'd tell her to forget the whole idea.
"In the morning-or maybe later, before I go back to my room."
She sat silently then, waiting.
Suddenly she heard Adeline...."Mandy!"
"Oh, hi," she said turning around to see her girl friend and Rob.
"Join us, please," Tony said, standing up and holding out a chair for Adeline.
When everyone was seated Rob looked from Tony to Mandy. "We have to be going back tomorrow afternoon," he said to no one in particular.
Mandy looked expectantly at Tony. Adeline looked at Mandy. Rob looked at Adeline. There was an uncomfortable silence.
Then things started happening on stage, taking their attention from one another and the silence that had fallen over their table.
The announcer came out and introduced Bobby Macer, who appeared and began to sing one of his latest hits. Adeline and Mandy both listened attentively, each relieved to have something on which to focus their attention.
Tony and Rob exchanged looks.
"Excuse us for a little while," Tony said, standing. "We have a little more business to discuss. We'll pick you up here after the show."
Mandy and Adeline looked surprised, but neither said a word.
After the men had left, Adeline turned to Mandy. "Where were you all this time?"
"With Tony."
"Doing what?"
"Fucking."
"Mandy!"
"Oh, come on. What were you and Rob doing?"
"Fucking," she admitted sheepishly.
"Did you enjoy having him alone?"
"Well," Adeline said, "kind of. He was pretty upset with you. I guess he sort of used me, but I didn't really care. You know, the more time I spend with him the more I like him. ... Does that bother you?"
"Adeline," Mandy said, ignoring her question, "how would you feel if I stayed out here?"
"You mean stay for good? Not come back tomorrow with me and Rob?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't know. What would you do out here?" Mandy told her, in full detail, what had happened with Tony, what he'd said to her, how she'd reacted.
"And so that's what I really want. I guess I'd like it if you'd send me my stuff from school. And as far as Rob-well, he's yours if you want him."
Adeline didn't answer immediately. She thought it over, trying to imagine herself in Mandy's position, not liking it, then trying to imagine what her life at school would be like if she could see Rob regularly. Finally she said, "If it's what you want, go ahead. I'll send your things."
After that there didn't seem to be much to say. They sat watching the show, Adeline impressed by Bobby Macer in person, Mandy disappointed by him. When the show was finally over and Rob and Tony had not returned, Adeline said she was going back up to the suite. Mandy said she was going to the bar.
"Are you planning to start working tonight?" Adeline asked her as they walked through the lobby.
"I haven't got a job yet," Mandy replied. "But I guess that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun. ... Oh, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything about this to Rob-I'd like to tell him myself, in my own way."
With that she walked away, leaving Adeline standing by the elevators, looking puzzled, worried, and relieved all at the same time.
"Buy you a drink?" someone said as soon as she sat down at the bar.
She turned around, looked at the man, then said, "Sure. Martini."
The man tried to strike up a conversation, but after a few sentences Mandy felt turned off by him. She ignored him until he went to the other end of the bar.
A few minutes later another man approached her. "Well, what's this? A young girl alone at the Desert Palm? How'd you manage that?"
She looked up, immediately pleased by the man's appearance. "I'm not alone," she said.
"Oh, sorry." He started to leave.
"Wait-I mean I didn't come here alone, but I'm by myself now."
"Well, that's a different story," he said, sitting on the bar stool next to her.
He was obviously pretty drunk, but Mandy didn't mind. She only felt like flirting. She'd had enough sex for one night ... seven hours was a long, long time for uninterrupted sucking and fucking.
They talked quietly for a half hour or so, but by then Mandy was really exhausted. She was just about to excuse herself and go back to the suite when Tony appeared.
"Ah," he said, "I see you've met Mr. Franco."
"Yes," she said softly. "I was just about to return to my room."
"At this hour?" Tony said. "No-it's much too early. The night's young."
She looked at his face, trying to understand what he was doing.
"But-"
"Come on, let's all go back to the casino." She looked at him, then toward the man she'd been talking to at the bar. She rose silently and followed them back to the casino, where Tony gave her a look which she knew meant something important but couldn't figure out what it was. Then he winked at Mr. Franco and walked away.
She looked at the man, "Roulette?"
"Sure, just let me get some chips."
He left her standing there alone for a few minutes, then returned with a handful of chips. She glanced at them, disappointed that he'd brought so few because she was hoping to make a significant amount of money.
They headed for the roulette table, his arm slung casually around her shoulder. She looked around. The men who had noticed her earlier with Tony now seemed to be looking at her differently. Their glances had changed from appreciation to desire, and she could read it clearly on their faces. Baffled, she tried to understand, but before she had a chance to delve into it the pitman called for bets and soon she was lost in a frantic fifteen minutes of losing all the chips he'd bought.
When the last was pulled from the wheel she looked at the man. He had said nothing while she was betting. Now he said, "Would you like to come up to my room?"
She looked at him. Now she understood.
"Yes."
"I just can't believe it," Rob said as he pulled off his trousers. "She didn't even say anything."
"Well, maybe she's just in a bad mood," Adeline replied, trying to sound disinterested. "Maybe she had a headache."
"But we'd agreed," he protested. "This afternoon she even told me how much she was looking forward to tonight ... to the three of us being together."
"You know," she said, knowing how carefully she had to handle this, "I like it just as much when it's just the two of us-you and me."
He smiled at her, but the smile was weak.
"I mean, it was great when the three of us were in bed last night in Vermont, but when we were alone this afternoon I liked it even better."
With that she stood up from the bed and in one motion lifted her dress up over her head and off. She'd been wearing no bra, and her full tits came into view. He walked toward her, arms outstretched, thoughts of Mandy suddenly gone now that Adeline stood nude before him, her face clearly showing how horny she was.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them about his shoulders, drawing down his head until their lips met. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter, then sucked it in gently, rubbing her own tongue along it, bathing it with her oral juices.
He pulled her body tightly to him, crushing her breasts against his firm, muscled chest, feeling his cock begin to harden as it pressed between their bellies. He reached down and placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them, pulling them apart and then pushing them together-kneading them as if they were two handfuls of dough.
She began to sway her hips bade and forth, rubbing her creamy twat against his groin, matting his pubic hair with her own secretions. He began to kiss her harder, shoving his tongue far back in her throat, the tip of it touching her tonsils when he stretched it out fully.
Suddenly she drew back her head, breaking the tongue kiss. "You see," she said, laughing, "we can do just fine on our own-without Mandy." She tossed her head, laughed again as her long blond hair swung around and tickled her face.
He growled his answer, a deep, animal-like sound, then pulled her back to him and promptly shoved his tongue back into her mouth. She sucked it in slowly, pulling in her cheeks.
He began to move toward the bed, breaking neither their embrace nor their kiss. Mouths locked heatedly, groins pressed tightly together, they made their way to the bed and fell upon it, Adeline underneath, Rob on top of her.
Finally he pulled away his mouth and propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her face beneath his. 'You know," he said, "I think you're right. We'll do just fine."
He began to grind his hips against hers, rubbing his hard-on between them, feeling it grow stiffer and stiffer, the head so supersensitive that it tingled against the soft pubic hairs of her cunt. She began to grind back at him, pushing up her cunt, pressing it against his cock.
He looked at her face, saw that her eyes were closed and that she wore a dreamy, half-conscious expression. He suddenly felt very tender toward her. He kissed her eyes and her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her harder, shoving his tongue far back in her throat, her neck, running his tongue all over her throat, sending shivers of delight coursing up and down her spine.
He brought his hands to her breasts and began to squeeze them, but because he was lying directly on top of her he could not manage to get his hands completely around them, nor would the tight space allow them to pull back to pinch and roll her elongated nipples.
"Lie beside me," she whispered. "I want to put my hand on your cock, feel it grow."
He complied wordlessly, rolling off her and allowing his eyes to travel up and down her naked form. Her hips curved gracefully and her breasts took on a rosy hue as her blood became more heated and traveled faster through her veins.
She turned over onto her side, facing him, and looked down at the stiff protrusion from his groin.
"Mmmm," she sighed, sliding down until her head was level with his cock.
She leaned forward and placed her lips on the head, darting her tongue into the little hole at the top. He moaned and thrust his hips upward, trying to ram himself down her throat all at once.
She pulled back, "Slowly," she whispered. "Feed it to me slowly."
Again her mouth descended over his prick. He had to use every bit of strength he could muster to keep himself from pushing into her, reaming her mouth with his cock.
Her lips began to flutter over the head, stimulating it almost beyond endurance ... already his balls were tightening in readiness for ejaculation.
He reached down and placed his hands on either side of her head as he parted his legs as far as possible, exposing the hairy sac of balls that hung between them. He held her head firmly, making his intense desire evident.
But she wanted to tease him first, wanted to hold off till they couldn't stand it any longer ... then she would fuck him like she'd never fucked before, she told herself.
Her tongue began to run around the rim of his cockhead, then up and down along the little line of the underside. She flattened it, moistened it with hot, slimy saliva, then ran it down the thick, hot shaft till she felt the hairs covering his balls. They tickled her tongue.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked his balls into it, puffing out her cheeks to make room for the manly eggs. Her mouth stuffed full, she used her tongue to coat them with her oral juices, loving the sensation of the loose, fleshy bag against the inner side of her cheeks.
Again he began to thrust up with his hips, but this time he used his hands to pull her head from his balls and place it back over his hard-on. She teased him more, allowing only his cockhead to enter her mouth, then, slowly, she sank down upon it, taking its entire length down her throat.
He moaned as his hips began to work faster, driving himself in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if it were a cunt. He pushed it in, reveling in the hot, moist glow of her mouth, then withdrew a bit, feeling her throat muscles contract around the rim of his blood-engorged cockhead.
Her hands came up to cup his balls and she felt the hot wetness of her saliva coating them. The sensation made her cunt quiver as she pictured her mouth stuffed with his balls. But now her mouth was stuffed with cock-hard, horny, fleshy meat that fucked in and out of her oral cavity.
His balls in her hand felt tight and loose at the same time. She squeezed them, felt them jump slightly, and knew he was near coming. Slowly she raised her head, lifting her mouth from his hard-on inch by inch, allowing it to escape her lips very gradually. As the fat head came out of her mouth the entire organ smacked back against his stomach, and he moaned.
"Oh, don't stop," he pleaded. "Put your mouth back."
She giggled playfully. "No, you eat me!" The thought of sucking her clitoris and shoving his tongue inside her fuck hole made his cock throb with anticipation. She slithered down the bed as she moved up to half sit, half recline against the pillows. She drew up her knees and spread them far apart, exposing the creamy pink slit between her thighs. "Eat me," she cooed, darting out her tongue and running it around her sexily pouted lips.
He dove forward, immersing his face in her vagina, rubbing his nose against her hot, hard clit as his tongue traveled down the slit, parting the fleshy cunt lips and poking up and into the tight hole. She sighed and leaned back more, arching her hips, thrusting her pussy into his face so that he could eat out every drop of sex juice.
He moved his face from side to side, allowing his whisker stubbles to friction against the tender skin, giving her pleasure and pain at the same time, making the already fuck-raw flesh even more raw and sensitive.
His tongue tattooed against her hole, drumming out a steady beat. His hands came up and he pushed them beneath her ass, holding the cheeks firmly as his pinky finger began to press against her tight little asshole, wanting to squirm up and in so that the finger could feel his tongue in her hole through the thin, membranous wall that separated her vaginal canal from her anal one.
Her breath began to come more quickly as his finger intruded into her anus and his tongue fucked her cunt, his nose still rubbing back and forth against her throbbing clit. Her own hands moved to her breasts and she began to pull her nipples, tweaking them hard, sending jolts of sweet sex agony throughout her body.
A steady flow of sex juice began to come from her inner cunt, bathing his tongue as he reamed her out Her cunt was hot and tight-tighter than Mandy's, he'd found, and the extra sensation it offered his tongue made him remember the added dimension it offered his cock. He pushed harder, fucking her as deeply as his tongue would allow.
The milky, oily liquid began to pour more steadily, and he lapped up each little gush as it trickled down the slick walls of her inner cunt. He let the hot pre-come liquid slide down his throat, loving its taste, wanting to turn her on so much that she'd pour out buckets of the fuck juice.
She began to squirm around on the bed, impaling her ass on the tiny digit working its way along her anal channel, grinding her pussy into his face, little sighs and moans coming frequently between deep, panting breaths. She felt an orgasm beginning to build deep within the fleshy recesses of her twat, and she pushed her hips up as hard as she could, mashing her hot, throbbing box against his face.
His tongue worked faster and faster, trying to bring her off, his ears thirsty for the sound of her orgasmic cry. His finger in her asshole began to fuck in and out with a steady, hard rhythm, and his nose pressed more firmly against her clit.
The heat began to travel throughout her lower belly, then pushed rapidly down to the uppermost part of her cunt. It gathered there, then trembled and quivered its way down along the walls of her snatch to explode furiously at her fuck hole, making her entire body tremble with its force.
He greedily drank it down, swallowing gush after gush of hot come juice. He kept his finger firmly embedded up her ass, wiggling it around as she quivered and pulsated around his mouth. His nose stayed fixed to her clitoris, feeling every shiver of delight that twitched through the hard little nub.
Finally her hips came to rest against the mattress and he withdrew his finger from her asshole and lifted his mouth from her cunt. He looked up at her, smiling, her pussy juice smeared all over his nose and cheeks and chin, glistening dully in the dim light.
"I want to make you come like that all night," he whispered.
She sighed softly and stretched out her arms, welcoming him as he slid back up the bed and entered her embrace, his tiny male nipples pressed against her large, blood-engorged ones.
Jesus Christ, she thought, looking at the man as they rode together in the elevator. Neither had said anything since his request that she return with him to his room, and now she felt a giddy, nervous excitement.
So tonight was to be her first night of work, she thought, looking forward to it and feeling afraid at the same time. There was something about him which appealed to her greatly, made her more than usually aware of her cunt.
She knew she was supposed to say something to him, offer him compliments, jokes-something. But her mind drew a blank. She hoped he would start a conversation soon because the silence was almost agonizing.
There were two other people in the elevator, aside from the man who ran it, and she supposed it would be less awkward when they were alone. At least she hoped so. She quickly thought back over all the men she'd ever been with, trying to find some past experience with which to equate this one; there was none that was in any way similar.
She'd always felt, she realized now, that prostitutes were supposed to act a certain way, say certain things. All she could think of, though, was to say something dirty, and she instinctively felt this would be wrong. He was not just some John off the street, nor was he some one-night barroom pickup. He was an obviously well-to-do man with taste and refinement.
She looked up at him slyly, without him seeing, and she tried to imagine what he would be like in bed, what he would want her to do, but as she tried to get the specifics the elevator doors whooshed open and they stepped out. He hooked his arm through hers and they walked down the corridor together.
"Well, you're sure quiet," he commented, feeling somewhat uncomfortable himself because of her shyness.
She tried to think of a reply. All that came was: "Yes, I guess I am."
"Have a hard night?" he asked as they rounded a corner and stopped before the door to his room.
"No, not really. ... I was tired before, but I'm wide awake now."
He looked at her skeptically, wondering what was with this chick, then disengaged his arm from hers and inserted a key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door, reaching inside to switch on the light before entering the room.
Inside, he offered her a chair, then excused himself and went into the bathroom. She looked around the room, noticing that it was not a suite but just a large bedroom. She silently cursed Tony for not giving her more preparation, for not telling her how to act, what to say. She didn't know the etiquette such situations called for. It was not the same as going to bed with a man just because you wanted to, she thought. Not that she didn't want to-she found the man attractive and desirable, and probably would have returned to his room with him even if it had not been on a pay-for-play basis.
But that did not change the situation. She would have to play it by ear. She instinctively felt that the best thing would be to try hard to just be herself, not to put on any act.
That decided, but still feeling nervous, he reappeared from the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of satin jockey shorts-nothing else. Her eyes traveled from his face to his crotch, down to his feet, then back to the bulge in his underpants and finally back to his face. She smiled seductively at him, rising.
He stood where he was, waiting, the bulge growing noticeably larger as as she approached him. When she stood before him he leaned down to kiss her, and she parted her lips readily, allowing his tongue to push into her mouth as his hands came up to cup her breasts. She kissed him warmly, responsively, then pulled away.
"My turn," she whispered, nodding her head toward the bathroom. "I'll just be a minute," She let one hand brush gently across his hard-on as she sidestepped past him and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Once inside the bathroom, she sank down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and let out a sigh. So far so good, she thought. Then she stood up and removed her dress, turned on the faucet of the sink, allowed the sink to fill up, then stepped up on the toilet and sat down on the rim of the seat, her feet firmly planted on the toilet seat lid.
She really wanted to take a bath, but knew that time would not allow that; besides, she thought, it might give him the impression that she'd just been with another man-which she had, she reminded herself, thinking of Tony-and it might turn him off. She slid over and lowered her bottom into the sink, splashing warm water against her cunt. Then, using her finger, she parted the tender cuntlips and splashed water along the slit. She held her hole open and allowed the water to rush in, then contracted her vaginal muscles and pushed the water out, and repeated the process three more times. It was a poor douche, she thought, but better than nothing. It would clean out the remains of Tony's come and leave her smelling clean and fresh.
She lifted herself out of the sink and stood on the floor, then leaned over the water and splashed it against her breasts, rubbing the nipples to erase any traces of his saliva. Finished with that, she rinsed out her mouth, took a look at herself in the mirror, patted her hair, and went back out to him.
He was lying on the bed, cock in his hand, pumping slowly, his eyes closed. She closed the bathroom door noisily to alert him to her presence, then crossed the room and sat down beside him on the bed. Suddenly all her feelings of hesitancy vanished and she felt comfortable, relaxed, and horny. The sight of his cock made her cunt begin to ooze.
"Do you want the light off or on?" he asked, reaching up to fondle her naked breasts.
"Doesn't matter to me," she replied, allowing herself to be pulled down to a reclining position.
"Your body is lovely," he commented as his hands roamed over it, sending shivers of delight up and down her spine and making her skin all covered with goose bumps.
She smiled at him, then reached for his cock. It was sticking out through the fly opening in his shorts, and she placed her fisted hand around the thick, meaty shaft and ran her thumb over the fat, knob-like head. It was a good-looking cock, she thought, looking at it sticking up through her hand. The top was hard and shiny, a faintish purple hue beginning to color it as she began to squeeze, and the shaft was firm and wide-the way she liked it.
For a moment she felt confused-should she take the initiative and do whatever she wanted? Or should she wait for his request? Or 'Tut your mouth on it for a minute," he said, squeezing her breast as he spoke, "but just for a minute."
She did as he'd asked, lowering herself till her head was right over his hard-on, then placed her lips around the top of it and pushed down, opening her throat muscles to accept every inch of him. She had to puff out her cheeks to get all of it in, and it felt smooth and sensual as it glided through her mouth and down her throat.
"That's enough," he said softly, placing his hands on either side of her head and pulling her up. "I don't like to do that too much," he explained as she moved back up on the bed. "I'd much rather shoot in here." He reached over and placed his hand against her hair-covered mound.
She smiled in response. "Do you want me to sit on it?"
"Later," he said, "there's plenty of time. ... I like to take things slowly, if that's all right with you."
She was aware of a coolness in his tone, an air of impersonality, and for a moment she felt hurt, then realized that that was the way it was supposed to be. Accepting that, she relaxed again, wondering what he would want her to do and looking forward to it. It was such a new experience for her, and the aspect that most turned her on was that she could have completely uncensored, uninhibited sex with him without fear of jeopardizing a relationship. After all, she was being paid now-paid to perform a sexual service, not to try for a commitment.
"Just play with me for a while," he said. "Softly-just run your hand up and down my cock."
"Ooohhhh," Adeline moaned, thrusting her entire body upward, mashing her hips against Rob's, feeling his hard-on buried deep within her cunt. They had been fucking for almost an hour, both holding off their orgasms, wanting more, and more, and more.
Each time one would feel on the verge of coming the other would slow down the pace, adjusting it to a smoother, less heated rhythm. He slid in and out of her sopping hole, feeling like he was pushing in and out of a hot cold-cream-filled glove that had been made specially for his cock. The evening, at this point seemed timeless-a long, continuing session of fucking and sucking and eating and feeling, each activity leading to another and another and back again.
Adeline felt euphoric. The cock embedded in her twat was thick and long, eager to give her pleasure. She felt full nearly to the point of bursting. The hot liquid oozing out of her hole, collecting around the base of his cock, made squishy, slurpy sounds as he rammed himself in again and again, his hips working like a pile driver, screwing her senseless. She gave herself up totally, holding nothing back, feeling a wild abandon in the heady lust. She was conscious of nothing but the big cock inside her.
He panted as he worked her over, exerting himself more than he could remember having done in a long, long time. He too was caught up in the sexuality, his body actually seeming to become part of the fuck rhythm, but he had flashes of lucidity in which he felt as if he were stepping outside his body and looking at the scene ... what he saw made him even hornier. He closed his eyes, sinking into the hot, welcoming pussy beneath him, envisioning the two of them. He could see his ass sticking high in the air as he pulled his cock almost out of her cunt; then he could see it plunge downward as he entered her again, pushing himself past her tender cunt lips and into the hot, raw hole. The mental images combined with the wet, sloshing sound of her juices and the musky, heady odor that permeated the room.
The sheets beneath her were damp from sweat and the air-conditioning made them feel cool against her heated skin. Her body was covered with a thin film of perspiration, and every few minutes she could feel a trickle of the liquid run from the crease beneath her breast down her side and to the sheet, where it was absorbed. Her body felt totally tuned in to his, responding to even the slightest movement, her hips following his faultlessly.
The sex with Rob was different this time from the previous times they'd been together. Of course, he didn't know it yet, but Adeline felt confident that he and she would soon be close lovers, that she would replace Mandy in his fife, maybe even surpass Mandy's importance to him. She understood now, without trying, without giving the matter any thought, that Rob needed a much younger woman, that it gave him youth and a sense of worth. She didn't delude herself into believing that she loved him, but then, it wasn't necessary. She had a genuine, warm feeling for him, coupled, of course, with her desire for his cock.
They fucked on and on, the rhythm slowing and speeding up, then slowing again, until neither could hold off much longer.
"Rob," she whispered between rapid breaths. "Rob!"
He knew without any other words. The semen churning in his balls began to make its way up through the shaft of his cock. His cockhead was supersensitive, almost raw from all the activity, and he could feel the heat building deep with her vaginal channel.
They worked hard, purposefully, driving toward orgasm, each no longer able to contain the hot, quivering flesh that cried for release.
He grunted with the exertion, pushing himself hard and harder, skewering her snatch with his spear. She gasped as the climax formed and began to make her insides tremble.
His cock could feel the walls of her inner cunt squeeze tightly around it, quivering and throbbing as their sweat-damp bodies worked in unison to give each other release, their sex-wet crotches joined together so tightly that nothing short of orgasm could separate them.
Suddenly the semen began to rush through his prick. It exploded with incredible force, splashing into her, bathing her cervix as she spasmed around him, quivering and throbbing uncontrollably as she climaxed. It was one long, continuous orgasm, exploding again and again and making her clitoris jump within its hooded shield, making her cunt walls weak and loose as more and more of her pussy juice poured down, mingling with his shooting come.
His white cream felt incredibly hot, as if it had been heated over a flame. It came jetting out, wad after wad, till it seemed that his balls would need at least a week to manufacture more of the sex liquid.
But each time he thought he had spurted out the last, another gob would come shooting out, and each time it did. she climaxed again.
Finally after what seemed like an hour of orgasming, their hips came to rest. He allowed his full weight to rest against her as he opened his eyes and looked down into hers. They were tightly shut, her face screwed up in a smile-grimace, and tears were seeping out from beneath her closed lids.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
She opened her mouth to answer him but could not find her voice. Smiling helplessly, she shook her head from side to side, trying to indicate that there was nothing wrong.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, concerned. He thought maybe he had hurt her, fucked her too hard, for too long.
"Nothing," she managed to say. "Nothing's the matter."
"Then why are you crying?"
"Because it feels so beautiful," she said, then closed her eyes again and contracted her vaginal muscles, squeezing his softening cock still embedded within her cunt.
As she squeezed it, one last pearly drop of semen oozed out from the little hole atop his cockhead. He wanted to stay inside her, wanted to leave his tired, limp prick in her twat, but it was so incredibly hot in there, and his cock began to hurt a bit from all the exercise it had just had. He lifted his hips slowly, pulling himself from her. Then he raised his body, prop ping himself up on his elbows, and rolled off her, settling beside her on his back.
She turned her head and looked at him, silently puckered her lips and blew a kiss toward him. Her cunt was still tingling with the last of her climax, and it felt deliciously warm and wet. Her legs were weak, and she knew that they would not support her if she tried to stand, She allowed her eyes to travel the length of his body, then zero in on his cock. It was soft and fat, lying peacefully against his drained balls, her cunt juice still wet, glistening. Little flakes of dried semen and pussy cream were scattered like dandruff throughout his pubic hair and stuck to the loose skin around the base of his cock. She reached down and put her hand over the organ, feeling the heat emanating from it, feeling the stickiness of their mingled juices.
"God, I'm so tired," he said, feeling comforted by her hand on his prick. "I haven't had a workout that intense in a long time."
"Me either," she said, "But I feel strange-I'm totally exhausted but I feel charged with energy. I know I couldn't get up even if I wanted to, yet my body feels like it could run a mile and jump ten feet in the air."
He smiled understandingly, remembering a time in his youth-a time when he had felt like that. Then the smile faded. He looked carefully at her face, comparing the smooth, taut skin to his own, reluctantly making the comparison, trying not to see his age but unable to avoid it
"I-" he began.
"Shush," she said, placing her index finger against his lips. "But I-"
"Ssshhhh," she whispered.
He looked at her face, trying to understand. Within seconds she was sound asleep, her breath coming evenly, lightly, her skin glowing softly in the dim light.
He rolled over on his side, his back toward her, and tried to understand what seemed like a major upset in his life. Mandy, he knew, had made some definitive move away from him, but he did not know the specifics of it, did not know why or how. Somehow, he had lost her. He knew this beyond any doubt, but still it did not make sense to him. He felt a sense of regret, a sadness, but also a newfound joy with Adeline. The widely different feelings were incompatible, and he could not settle it.
On one hand he felt anger toward Mandy. He bad given her so much, he felt. Of course he had given her money and bought her clothes and gifts, and there had been all those weekends-but he had given her something else-himself, and now he could not fathom her rejection. He remembered clearly her talk of boredom at school, of wanting a different, more free kind of fife-hadn't he offered her that? Hadn't he given her freedom and love, relief from boredom and isolation in a small New England town?
Yet now she wanted more, but he couldn't understand what it was that she wanted more of. There was also another dimension to the problem: he thought of Adeline, comparing the two women. But they were so different from each other that no comparison was possible ... it was like trying to compare night and day. About all that could be said was that they were opposites.
He knew that Mandy was with a man now. He wondered if it was Tony. He thought back to the hour they'd spent earlier during the evening, when they'd left the girls in the nightclub and gone to Tony's office. He'd wanted so badly to ask Tony, but had felt that it would be unwise. He did not want to show any weakness whatsoever; did not want to reveal to a business associate the depth of his feelings toward the young coed. But he could not help but think they'd spent the evening together, and now, in the early morning hours, he could not help thinking they were still together.
He wondered why he viewed it as a betrayal. He was more than aware of the fact that all during their relationship he'd stressed the necessity of holding onto their freedom, of making no promises. Logically, he realized, he should feel no anger, no pain. But he was feeling the way he imagined he would feel if his wife were cheating on him. He was grateful to have Adeline, for she seemed in this moment to be a healing, soothing salve to his emotional wounds.
If only she didn't look so young, he thought, knowing that her youthful appearance only reminded him of his own maturity. Mandy at least looked older, but there was no way of mistaking Adeline for anything other than what she was-a very pretty young college girl eager for life and experience, but vulnerable, soft.
Mandy, on the other hand, was firm, determined, more than able to take care of herself.
Thoughts and visions swam through his mind, sometimes bringing a new clarity, sometimes clouding over everything, engulfing him in a maze of confusion and bewilderment. They would be going back to Vermont in less than twelve hours. It would all be over then, and soon it would be no more than a memory, yet that knowledge did not ease his discomfort with the situation.
He looked at he clock. Four-thirty. Adeline was sound asleep. Mandy was-? And he was lying on a bed in a hotel suite in Las Vegas, trying desperately to piece together what suddenly seemed like shattered bits of his life. He began to grow restless, all traces of his tiredness vanishing to be replaced by a nervous tension.
He got up and began to pace around the room, then went to the living room and paced there, his eyes drifting to the clock more often than he would have liked.
"Now sit down slowly," he said. "Just lower your cunt over it."
She did as he asked, using her hand to guide the hot, thick cockhead between her pussy lips and up into the hole. Then she began to sink down, inch after inch of prick disappearing up into her twat. Finally she sat completely, feeling his erection far up in her cunt.
She smiled at him as his hands came up to caress and fondle her full, heavy tits. His hands were large and immaculate, and she liked the feel of them on her breasts.
He lifted his head from the pillow, looking between her parted thighs as she lifted herself up and down, fucking him, impaling herself on his cock, then lifting up till only the head of it remained with her, then sliding back down the flesh pole, feeling it nudge her womb. He watched intently as his cock appeared and disappeared between her legs, his hard-on throbbing.
"Now turn around," he said softly.
She pivoted on his lap, then sat back firmly, looking down his legs to his feet, then back up again. It was almost a comical sight-his balls beneath her cunt as if they were her own, growing there. She began to run her fingertips over the hairy sac as she rocked back and forth on his cock, fucking and being fucked.
He did not move at all. He just lay there, allowing her to ride him, loving her hot, tight box around his prick. This was a very young one, he realized, and that fact turned him on even more. He'd been with many of the Desert Palm girls, and all were real pros, but this one-there was something about her ... a naivete coupled with a sense of sophistication, of worldliness.
She began to ride faster and faster, her hands working over his balls in rhythm to the thrusts of her hips. She knew that he was ready now, that he wanted her to really get down to it. She could feel her own climax beginning to stir deep within the recesses of her vagina, and she wanted to bring it out, wanted to quiver and throb once again around a big, thick cock.
He said nothing more, offered her no more suggestions nor commands, content to lie back and let her do the work. She fucked hard and fast, purposefully, the languidness of moments ago lost now in a hot, swirling pool of sexuality and need. Her hips rocked back and forth and from side to side. Her ass squirmed around, tickled by his pubic hairs. She was straddling him, her back to his face, and she felt a sort of relief that he could not see her face. If he could have, it seemed to her, it would have made the whole thing so much more personal.
"Mmmm," he growled, feeling the hot, thick come cream gathering in his testicles. His breathing grew uneven, and soon he was panting and huffing. As she heard his sounds she wondered why he was doing that-she was doing all the work, she was exerting all the effort; she was fucking him, not the other way around.
But her own need, coupled with his need and her desire to satisfy her very first client, made her work even harder, bringing them quickly to the brink ... then over. He came and came and came, leaving her wondering when his last drop would be spilled. Her own orgasm had been intense and short, but she continued to rock her hips and fuck him as he shot out the semen.
Finally she felt his cock begin to soften, and knew that his climax had been spent. Slowly she climbed off him and turned around, looking into his eyes.
"You're new here," he said, his tone perfectly regular, as if they had not been fucking for the past hour. I've been to this hotel dozens of times, but I've never seen you before."
She was puzzled. She liked the impersonality of it, but had not expected him to be quite so casual, as if she were someone with whom he'd just shared no more than a cup of coffee. "Yes, I just started-" She closed her mouth abruptly, feeling that she should not draw attention to the fact that he was her first professional fuck. She felt that it might somehow make him feel badly, as if he were no more than a guinea pig.
"I just started here a few weeks ago," she went on, hoping he did not place any significance on the pause. "I had been down the strip, at the Sand Castle," she lied, hoping he would not challenge it or ask questions.
"Do you like it better here?" he asked, bringing up his arms and crossing them over his chest, seeming quite comfortable and eager to make conversation.
'Yes, I really do," she replied, lying beside him, her head propped up on the pillow. "The clientele here is so much nicer, and the demands are not so great." Now what the fuck did I mean by that? she asked herself, then, without bothering to answer, she went on. T really enjoy my work, and I enjoy it much more now that I'm with the Desert Palm."
"Well, I have to say one thing for Tony-he sure can pick 'em."
She smiled coyly.
"Ah, tell me ... do you, ah, ever like, ah, variations?"
"Variations?" she echoed, trying to understand what he meant. It took her only a second.
"Like I said, Mr. Franco, I enjoy my work. If the person or persons involved are attractive, I place no limits on activity. ... Of course, I stay away from any kind of violence or perversion ... but then, what some people consider perversion is considered regular sexual activity by others."
"So you'd say you generally are willing to satisfy your clients' needs?"
"As long as neither the client nor his need is repulsive to me."
He turned on his side, facing her, head resting on his hand. "What do you consider repulsive?" he asked.
She wondered what he was getting into. Was he trying to find out if she'd want to have more sex? Was he just trying to learn her likes and dislikes? Was he trying to prepare her for something? She could answer none of the questions assaulting her mind.
"Repulsive...." she said. "Well, I guess I consider any land of brutality repulsive. And anything that would normally be done in the privacy of a bathroom."
"Where did you work before the Sand Castle?" he interjected suddenly.
She thought quickly. She wanted to give the impression that she'd been around, but not too much. "Before that I was in college."
"Where?"
"Vermont. A girls' school."
"Must have been some pretty wild stuff going on there," he commented, having visions of dormitories full of hornv, naked young women sucking and fucking each other.
"No, it was really not the way you imagine it," she said, her voice growing softer. "It was very dull and boring, and the social life was virtually nonexistent." As she spoke she realized that Vermont and Rob and Adeline and school were behind her, and she felt almost as though she had been away from it for years. It seemed like a long time ago that she had sat on the bed in her dorm room, waiting for Rob's call.
They talked on for another half hour or so, discussing sexual attitudes, desires, feelings. She was surprised by the closeness she felt with him, but relieved that it was a safe closeness, without any attachment She thought she'd done well, that he was pleased. She knew he had no idea that he was her first John ever, and she felt proud for carrying it off so well. ... She knew Tony would be pleased.
Finally, at almost five o'clock, he said he wanted to sleep. She rose and dressed quickly, then returned to the bed, bent down, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. She hadn't particularly felt like doing it but knew he would like it. "Good night," she said softly, hoping fervently that he would get up and walk with her to the door and give her a tip.
He did. She stood at the door, feeling a little uncomfortable as he fished through his pants pockets and pulled out a bill. He came to the door, pressed it into her hand, kissed her on the mouth, and said, "I come here about once a month. I hope I'll see you again."
She smiled her sexiest smile. "Yes, I hope so too."
With that she left the room, and not until she reached the elevator did she unfold the bill.
It was a hundred. Nice, she thought. Very nice. Suddenly her mind plunged into money-what was her salary? How many tips like this could she expect each week? Each night? How much would her bonuses come to?
She reached out absent-mindedly to push the elevator button, then stood back, her mind working quickly. She saw dollar signs before her eyes, envisioned all the clothes she would buy, all the money she would put away for the day when she stopped turning tricks and could settle down, buy a house ... live as an independently wealthy woman. And she thought of all the experiences she would have, all the men she would meet, all the cocks that would stuff themselves inside her cunt and ass and mouth.
Suddenly the elevator doors slid open. She stepped in. The attendant looked at her. "What floor, miss?"
"Oh-" She thought for a moment. She didn't want to go to Rob's suite, nor did she want to knock on Tony's door. 'The lobby," she said, wondering what she'd do down there, hoping the bar would still be open.
When the elevator reached the lobby she stepped out and looked around, seeing only a few people here and there. Around the cashier's cage outside the casino were a group of young and very sexy-looking women. ... She headed for them.
They looked at her as she approached. She introduced herself, told them that she'd just begun working, and within a very few minutes had made quite a few friends among the other Desert Palm girls.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Adeline woke with a feeling of intense sadness. She didn't want to look at the clock-didn't want to know exactly how many hours they had before it was time to leave. She looked at Rob sleeping beside her, realizing that it was becoming a very familiar thing to do, that she'd done it so many times during the past few days. She suddenly remembered Mandy, and in that instant knew, without even raising her head, that she had not returned to the suite.
Strong, hot sunlight was filtering through the curtains and bathing the room in a bright, shiny glow. The sheets beneath her naked body felt a little sticky and funky from the sex they'd had before falling asleep, and she thought back to it, feeling her cunt beginning to tingle at the memory.
What was happening to her, she wondered. In a matter of only three days she seemed to have changed quite a bit-she no longer felt so shy and inhibited, no longer felt she had to hide her sexual desires. Now that there was Rob, she could express those needs whenever she wanted to, confident that he would take care of gratifying them.
She thought of her sexual relationship with Mandy, knowing that it would never happen again, that she would probably never even see her after today. That knowledge saddened her, but she was glad that they'd been friends and lovers. Mandy had taught her a lot, and she felt grateful for it, just as she was grateful to Mandy for handing Rob over to her.
She tried not to think of Rob as an object to be given from one girl to another, yet that description suited him perfectly. He was handsome, rich, had a big, fat cock, loved to fuck, and made few demands. In fact, when she thought about it, it seemed that he had a virtually nonexistent personality, which, she realized, made matters so much easier. When Mandy had first started seeing him, Adeline remembered, she had wanted to love him and often had complained that there was nothing to love, that all he did was fuck and be agreeable, but as time went on Mandy had come to be grateful for that, and only now did Adeline understand why.
Lying there motionlessly, her eyes fixed on the wall opposite the bed, but not really seeing it, she tried to understand what Mandy was doing now. Prostitution was something she had always felt was wrong-dirty, that only low, filthy women did it. Mandy was neither of those things. She merely liked sex and money.
There seemed to be no question as to Mandy's motivation, as far as Adeline was concerned, but she had mixed feelings. She would miss Mandy very much back at school, both the talks and friendship and the sex. Mandy being her first female lover, she did not want to give her up so easily. She wanted more sex from her alone, more nights with the three of them-Rob, Mandy, and Adeline. She wanted....
Mandy woke slowly, her eyes opening very gradually, trying to adjust to the bright glare of sunlight. It took her a moment or two to get her bearings and realize where she was....
When she did, the activities of the day and night before-all the activities, with Rob, with Adeline, with Tony, with her client, as she thought of him-came back to her. The force of her remembrance brought her to full wakefulness. Not until then did she look around and know where she was and what she was doing here.
She was lying on a couch, velvet-upholstered. The room in which she lay was a soft green, pale but intense. To her left was a door that led out to the hall. To her right was another door, which led to the suite's bedroom. She searched her mind, trying to remember whose suite this was, who she had finally gone to bed with ... gone to bed with? she repeated to herself. She thought back, her head still a little fuzzy from sleep and last night's liquor. She clearly remembered Mr. Franco, her first client, but then what? ... Oh, she thought, then she'd met some of the other girls working at the hotel....
Now she remembered, feeling happy as she did. There was one girl-Sandra-who had reminded her a little bit of Adeline. She'd felt drawn to her, and they'd shared coffee and rolls in the early, early morning hours, then Sandra had invited her to sleep in her suite for the night, or, if need be, for a week-however long it took Tony to get Mandy a suite for herself.
Had she played around with her? she wondered. Had she come on to Sandra? No, she finally recalled, she had not ... but they'd talked about it, and in a way which had both surprised and pleased Mandy. They'd just brought it right out in the open, and she could envision Sandra's auburn hair and sparkling green eyes as she'd said: "I like girls, but I never mess around on off hours. When I'm with a client who wants a three-way, or wants to watch me and another girl, I'm happy to oblige, but I never, absolutely never, have sex of any kind when I'm not working. A sort of pay-for-play principle-no money, no cunt." Mandy remembered how she'd tossed back her head, laughing.
Well, Mandy thought, she had only had one client so far, and she had a lot to learn, but if she could stay around girls like Sandra, she'd learn fast. She wasn't as mercenary as the girls she had met early this morning, and she felt that was bad-they would make more money. She decided, as she slowly sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes, that she would have to spend a lot of time talking with Sandra.
She got up and crossed to the window, standing there naked, gazing out across the desert, her eyes picking up all the blotches of color as here and there flowers stuck up out of the sand. The sun was almost tropical in its heat and strength, and her mind traveled up the four floors to Rob and Adeline's suite. She wondered what they were doing now, what they'd thought last night when she didn't return, what they'd do when she didn't go back with them. She had already told Adeline, last night, about what was happening, but she walked away before Adeline had a chance to react. She hoped she didn't feel betrayed, but deep down, she knew that Adeline would accept it, and would not condemn nor make judgments of any kind. Rob, on the other hand, was quite a different matter. She wondered just how much she cared. Did it really matter what he thought? What could he possibly do if he didn't like it? She thought he would be unable to influence her in any way. At this point, she told herself, even his money didn't matter. She wanted to stay in Vegas ... and she would not change her mind even if he offered her more money than she could make in a year at the hotel.
She turned from the window, suddenly aware of a grumbling hunger. She glanced at a small clock on the table before the couch, noted that it was almost noon, and wondered what to do. She really wanted to get some breakfast, then sit by the pool, sunbathing, but that would mean she'd have to go back to Rob's suite, and she ruled that out immediately. She did not want to see him, nor Adeline, until it was almost time for them to leave for the airport.
She sat alone beneath a sun umbrella by the side, sipping a bloody mary and admiring the bikini she'd stopped to pick up when she'd passed the boutique on her way through the lobby. She hadn't awakened Sandra, remembering her request that Mandy leave quietly whenever she wanted to and let her sleep till late afternoon.
She was relieved that she hadn't had to return to Rob's suite, and wondered where Tony was. She had a lot to discuss with him, and she'd stopped by his office, where his secretary had informed her that he would be out for another hour or so. Her thoughts drifted lazily from one thing to another as she casually watched the hotel guests around the pool.
As her thoughts returned to Tony she again wondered about him, and about his business dealings with Rob. She knew instinctively that Rob was in no way involved with Tony's business with the girls at the hotel, but she could not imagine what else it might be. She concentrated hard, her mind turning over the facts that she knew about each man, trying to draw some conclusion.
Suddenly Tony appeared beside her, his handsome face smiling as he pulled up a chair and sat under the big striped umbrella.
"Well?" he said to her.
"Well what?" she replied, smiling back at him, remembering the sex they'd shared the afternoon and evening before.
"Well, how was last night with Mr. Franco?"
"It went fine," she answered, "but there are still a lot of questions on my mind."
"Such as?" he prodded.
"Such as what is my salary?"
"What would you like it to be?" he asked jokingly. "Come on, be serious."
"Okay. Your salary, to start, will be seven hundred per week-that's for five nights of work, no more than two men per night."
She was pleasantly relieved. It was about what she had expected, maybe a little more.
"Now, tell me about last night. What did he want?"
"Well, Tony," she said, "I can't compare it to anything because this was the first time I ever did it for money, but I liked him, I liked having sex with him-he didn't make any unusual demands ... in fact, he was pretty easygoing. He just wanted me to suck him a little and then sit on his cock."
"I know," he said softly.
"How do you know?" she asked, curious.
"I make a point of knowing all my customers' preferences. I gave him to you because he's such a pussycat. I thought he'd be a good choice for your first night."
They talked on, Mandy growing more and more curious about his business dealings with Rob but somehow knowing not to ask because her question would be evaded.
Finally he excused himself, saying that he had some work to do, but would see her later, in his office, if she'd stop by in a few hours.
They got dressed slowly, packing their things, both trying hard not to look at Mandy's suitcase beside theirs. Adeline was relieved that Rob had not asked where Mandy was because she knew she would have told him despite Mandy's request that she keep her mouth shut.
It seemed to take forever to pack the few things they'd each brought, and when they were finally finished Rob stood in the middle of the bedroom, looking around almost forlornly. He wanted to know where Mandy was, and he wanted to know now. He left the bedroom, closed the door behind him and, alone in the living room, he picked up the phone and asked for Tony.
"Mr. Lazzeri's office," said a sexy female voice.
"Rob Petersen. Is he in?"
"One moment." The phone went dead for a minute, then Tony picked it up. "Rob?"
"Hi. Look, I've got to catch a plane in two hours, Mind if I stop by your office now?"
"Come on down," he answered, then hung up before Rob could say anything more.
He reopened the bedroom door, told Adeline that he'd be back in a little while, and left the suite.
In Tony's office, with the door closed, he confronted him. "Where's Mandy?"
"Hasn't she seen you this morning?" Tony asked, surprised. "No."
"Well, I saw her out by the pool a little while ago," Tony said, hoping that Rob would not want to discuss Mandy with him.
"Okay, I'll check out there. ... Ahh, Tony, did you and Mandy...?"
"Oh, we had a few drinks together, if that's what you mean," he answered, wanting more than anything to avoid a hassle with him, knowing what that hassle would cost him in terms of the plan they'd been working on to build a hotel of their own in Vegas. After all, he reminded himself, Rob was taking care of the financial end of things, speaking to prospective backers, raising funds. They'd already purchased the land-now all that remained was to acquire enough money to start drawing up blueprints and sending out the contracts for bidding on the construction. When all that was done, he and Rob would be very, very rich men, and Tony didn't want to jeopardize it in any way, especially over a girl-even if that girl was Mandy.
He looked at Rob, trying to read his face, trying to find some anger there, expecting it. But there seemed to be none. Rob opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and walked out of Tony's office, heading for the pool.
He saw Mandy and approached her, his face showing his jumbled emotions.
"Mandy!" he barked at her, the anger in his voice surprising them both.
She looked up. "What?"
"The plane leaves in an hour and a half-we've got to get to the airport....Are you all through with your little fun and games?"
As he spoke he found himself feeling more and more angry, hut each time he looked into her eyes and saw the determination there he weakened.
"So?" she said, trying to sound snotty, knowing that it would make it easier for them both if she came on cold.
"So?" he echoed. "So come upstairs and pack your things."
"Sit down," she said, pointing to the chair beside her. He sat.
"Look, Rob, I'm ... I'm ... not going back to Vermont."
"What?" he exclaimed. "What do you mean?"
"I'm staying here. Tony gave me a job."
His eyebrows shot upward. "He gave you a job!" he exploded, his hands curling into tight fists. "He-"
"Take it easy," she said. "I asked him for it, he didn't recruit me-it was the other way around."
He sank back in his chair, the anger dissipating. "But why?" he said, his voice almost a whimper.
"You know why," she replied.
He sat in silence, staring at her.
Suddenly she felt like running from him. It was over-she'd told him, and now she just wanted to get away. She didn't want to see the hurt in his eyes, nor the questions, nor the recriminations, nor the anger.
She just never wanted to see him again, never wanted to be reminded of what he'd meant to her, or of her life in Vermont. She felt like a new woman, with a new identity, and seeing Rob before her made that identity sketchy, undefined.
"Please," she said softly, "just go."
"But-" he began.
"Tell Adeline I said goodbye and that I'll write to her in a few weeks. ... Oh, Rob, please, do me one last favor, okay? Don't bring Adeline by the pool on your way out. I don't want to see her."
He rose silently, stood looking down at her for a long time, trying to understand the change in this young woman with whom he'd shared so much over the past months. She looked different, older now, not so easily impressed.
He turned around and walked away. She did not look at his retreating form, but cast her eyes out to the desert, feeling the hot sun on her body, waiting for nightfall, waiting for Tony ... waiting for her second night as a Las Vegas prostitute.
