The dimly lit room pulsed with the blare of amplified guitars, fender basses, two trumpets, an organ, and drums. Flashing, multicolored lights played upon the nine male rock musicians and girl singer up on the stage. From a second-row table of the Oasis Club Kevin Rawls watched and listened to Alan Worth and The Constellations for perhaps the thousandth time. As he listened, Kevin stroked the smooth inner thigh of Sheila Haynes sitting beside him. But he wasn't really thinking about Sheila. Hell, he could fuck Sheila anytime. Just as every musician in The Constellations had fucked her at one time or another.
He was feeling Sheila's leg, knowing he would be banging away at her tight, young cunt in the motel room as soon as The Constellations finished this set and came off for intermission, but he was really thinking of Alan's girl, singer Nita Farr, whose delicious and ripe twenty-one-year-old body gyrated beckoningly to the music now as she sang up on the stage.
Kevin's hand stole up until it fingered the elastic band of her panties. Nobody noticed him tracing the outline of her vagina beneath the table. She pressed her firm breast against his shoulder and, over the cacaphony of the rock music, asked, "Can't we go and make it, Kev? I want to make love now, sugar. Do we have to wait? I'm getting sopping wet down there."
Kevin slid his middle finger beneath the sheer, drenched material and ran it along the dripping length of Sheila's snatch. She was gushing and ready for sex, all right. "In a minute," Kevin said. "We have to wait until intermission." Jesus, he thought, the boys in the group had really turned young Sheila into a sex machine. In the beginning, she'd been just another naive and innocent female fan of the group. Now, at nineteen, she would fuck like a bunny at the drop of a hat. Kevin could still remember that first night when the musicians had got her in the dressing room after work and, one by one, had her suck their cocks off. He had felt sort of sorry for her then, watching her hollow-cheeked and innocent, nursing on each of the musicians' hard-ons as they gasped out instructions. But he didn't feel sorry for her anymore. She was just another "groupie broad"-just another starry-eyed girl who had worshipped rock musicians and was now paying the price. She traveled along with Kevin and the group and was Kevin's steady piece of ass.
Kevin stopped playing with Sheila's cunt now (he didn't want to be too gauche here in the club) and focused his atention on Nita as she sang Cracklin' Rosie. It was too bad that the real object of his desire-the sexiest female he had ever encountered-was his best friend's girl and leader of a musical group that earned nearly five thousand a week. As a kind of glori- fied "band boy" who helped set up equipment, ran errands, and provided a sympathetic ear for his temperamental friend and star, Kevin wasn't exactly in a position to move in on Alan's female. But maybe it wouldn't always be that way, Kevin thought. Nita liked him, he knew. He would just have to be patient and wait. In the meantime he could go on pretending that Sheila was Nita during their frenzied sex sessions.
Nita Farr possessed a rare if not unique combination of qualities that had catapulted Alan Worth and The Constellations to semi-stardom. To women in the audience, she appeared as pure and unsullied as a freckle-faced little girl in a TV commercial for dairy products, while at the same time males in the audience viewed her as a sex goddess and squirmed in an effort to hide their erections. Yes, Nita Farr would win the title Miss Hard-on of the Year, all right, if there were such a contest. Tonight there probably wasn't a normal male in the audience who wouldn't give anything to ravage every curve and swell of her ripe young body. Besides her physical attributes, she could sing like an angel. She actually had talent. The trouble was, Nita was Alan's exclusive bedpartner and so admiring males would just have to eat their hearts out and let their hard-ons throb until Alan was through with her. Sometimes he did toss them aside, as he had Sheila, for instance. But Nita Farr was just too good, both on stage and in bed, for this to happen any time soon. Besides being a tigress in the sack Nita was a valuable and essential piece of property.
Nita finished Cracklin' Rosie now and slid into a soulful version of He Ain't Heavy ... He's My Brother. She was a skilled performer. She had pranced about while the young audience applauded following Rosie, jiggled her big, firm breasts, wagged her taut, perfectly shaped rear, and cast her sincere stage smile out at the audience. Her timing had been good and probably most of the male hard-ons in the audience had disappeared by the time she had begun the moodier ballad she now sang.
She knew her business, all right, and Kevin felt the familiar desire rise within him as her voice filled his ears and he feasted on her writhing body. When finally the song ended and the red, velvet curtain descended, Kevin and Sheila rose and went backstage. Alan and the rest of the musicians were perspiring profusely, but Nita looked fresh and delectable as always. Alan sat breathing hard and primping his long black hair in front of the dressing room mirror. Nita stood rubbing his back, scrunching the shoulder blades together.
"How'd it sound out front?" Alan asked, as hungry for reassurance as ever.
Kevin never ceased to be amazed for his friend's need for reassurance. Here he was, a star, practically, and still he needed constant bolstering, thrived on encouragement. Wei)
Kevin thought, that was what Alan paid him for. Flattery and confidence. "Great," Kevin said. "I'm not completely happy with the sound level, though. Jeff's and Larry's mikes are a little too bassy and Nita's mike is right on the edge of feedback. I'll go over the whole sound system with the sound man tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise, it sounded great as usual."
Alan shoved Nita away, ending the back massage. "Good," Alan said. "Listen, meet me around noon for breakfast, Kev. I've got a proposition I want to make to you. You've been playing Mr. Humble with the group long enough. I've got something better in mind for you, baby."
Kevin couldn't help showing his surprise and delight. He'd been more than happy just traveling around the country and doing practically nothing for damned good money these past six months. But now his old high school pal had something even better in mind for him. He felt a tingle of suspense in his groin but refrained from asking questions at the moment. Alan was always tense after performing and Kevin didn't want to bother him. "Tracy's Coffee Shop at noon," Kevin said, starting to leave with Sheila. Tracy's was where the group usually ate when playing Vegas.
"No, come on up to the room and you and Nita and I will eat there," Alan said. He chuckled. "I mean food-not each other," he added. "Come by yourself. This is important."
"Right," Kevin said, and he couldn't help thinking that Alan's parting pat on Sheila's ass was a gesture of apology for excluding her. "Tomorrow at noon then,"
"I won.der what Alan wants to talk to you about that's so hush-hush," Sheila said when they were outside and heading for the motel next door.
"Beats me," Kevin said, knowing that Sheila must feel hurt at being treated as an outsider. Well, he thought, to Alan Sheila merely represented leftovers. He'd fucked her and now it was time to forget her. That's the way Alan was. It was a chilly night even for November in Nevada. The sky was cloudless and the stars were like bright, harsh pinpricks in clear black velvet where the neon glare of Strip casinos did not intrude. Kevin put his arm around Sheila and their hips rubbed as they walked, their breathing forming vapor before their faces.Despite the cold, Kevin felt his prick stir inside his pants at the thought of Sheila's warm and naked body pressed tightly to his. The thought of penetrating her and hearing her breathing fast and lustily in his ear as they raced for completion made him quicken his step. He seldom hinted that he considered her the best piece of ass he'd ever had, but it was the truth. Somehow, he just couldn't express his desire for her in words. He had always had this problem to some extent with women, he knew, but with Sheila he guessed that her fucking Alan first had something to do with his inability to compliment her. In a way, he felt sorry for her because, in all truth, she was just leftovers. Just another one of Alan's discards, rejects. He wished he didn't feel that way about her, but he did.
They walked down the wide sidewalk, turned into the asphalt parking lot of the motel and came to their room. As Kevin put the key into the lock, Sheila nibbled at his ear and whispered, "I can hardly wait to fuck, you devil. How dare you play with my pussy in public? What if somebody had seen you?"
Shrugging, Kevin opened the door and they went inside. "I guess I just felt like feeling your cunt," Kevin said. "Everyone else has felt your snatch, so why shouldn't I?"
It was a very touchy subject between them and Kevin knew he was being cruel. Sheila turned her head to hide the hurt in her eyes, then, composing herself, she playfully grabbed at his crotch. "No rush," Kevin said. "Don't be a sex-crazed hussy. Let's take our clothes off first, okay?"
"Okay," Sheila said, pretending to pout. Then, dutifully, as though by command, she began struggling out of her snug-fitting knit dress. Kevin quickly undressed, kicked off his shoes and stretched out naked on the king-size bed. He lay naked, his hands behind his head, admiring Sheila's perfectly proportioned nineteen-year-old body. Why did he treat her as though she were some kind of slut? He couldn't understand it. Was he really some kind of sa- dist at heart? God, she was gorgeous and loyal and beautiful. What more could he want from a female, anyway?
He watched her unhook her bra, slide her panties down over her ankles and toss them on the chair. Jesus, she had even removed the last traces of his inhibitions. A nineteen-year-old girl had actually completed the sex education of a twenty-seven-year-old male! True, she had learned plenty of fine points from first Alan and then himself, but deep within him Kevin knew that the precocious seductress (a seductress, that is, after she had been indoctrinated gang-bang style by the male members of The Constellations) had opened up a whole new attitude toward sex for him.
Laying totally naked now, proud of the fact that nature had endowed him well, Kevin watched Sheila lingeringly remove her hose. She was putting on a little show for him, he knew, and they were both enjoying this preliminary to lovemaking. Finally, Sheila glanced over at him and saw that his prick stood stiffly erect, dribbling slightly in anticipation. Sheila ran her tongue over her upper lip. "I see that my favorite plaything is ready for mama to make it hot and warm."
Kevin stared directly into her deep blue eyes which were fastened on his crotch. He reached down then and began slowly jacking himself off, taking the outer flesh and squeezing it hard within his fist as he slid his flesh sheath up and down methodically over the gristlelike interior pole.
Sheila liked to watch him masturbate and, knowing this, brought out the exhibitionist in him. His eyes feasted on the curves of crevices of her body, her firm, jutting ivory mounds and their hungry coral-brown nipples. Her straight, long auburn hair-just slightly darker than her nipples-flowed down over her milk-white shoulders and he longed to run his fingers through her hair and crush her trembling body to his and slam his cock to her. He would have to wait and endure this preliminary ritual, though, he knew.
Now Sheila's hands traced the outline of her body and settled on her vagina. Coquettishly, she spread the lips of her pussy so that he could view the wet, pink crease he would soon be sucking and fucking. "There's my cunt, baby," she breathed. "It's getting juicier and juicier by the seconds, honey, 'cause it wants your big prick to push inside it and make it feel better than anything." She cupped her breasts in her hands then. "Ummm, my boobies want you, too, Kevin. Ummm." She did a little dance then, like some harem girl before her master, and sang softly to entice him. Actually, Sheila had a good voice, but Alan had ignored her pleas to let her sing during rehearsals with The Constellations.
"Okay, Miss Show Biz," Kevin said, pointing his prick at her menacingly, "your act is nice but I have something else in mind. Like maybe bringing your little butt over here on the bed." Kevin pulled his cock against his abdomen, then released it so that it twanged to attention once again. "Woof," he said. "Come and get your reward." He knew he was being crass, but he didn't care.
. Sheila obeyed instantly, emitting a little whimper as she crossed the room and sat beside him. Immediately, her soft hands began moving flutteringly over his chest and her mouth was crushed to his. He began palming her breasts and buttocks as she massaged him more and more insistently.
"You're my little fuck baby, aren't you?" he asked, marveling at his own crudity.
"Ummmm, you know I am," Sheila murmured.
Sheila was one of that vast parade of young females who considered it a privilege, even a duty, to service sexually rock musicians or any male even remotely connected with such groups. Kevin couldn't remember a single engagement The Constellations had played during these past few months when at least half a dozen girls hadn't propositioned him. Sheila was slightly different though. True, she did have this worship complex for rock musicians and singers, but she wasn't a tramp. 'Way down deep, where it counted, she was sensitive, naive, and pure. Also, she could sing. If Alan Worth hadn't taken a special interest in her body after his group of sex-crazed musicians had screwed her, Sheila would probably have ended up a secretary or salesgirl for some "establishment-type" company. In short, she was basically a square chick who was working perhaps too hard at being "hip." Sometimes Kevin wondered why she still travelled around with The Constella-tions and remained his mistress. He certainly hadn't treated her with an abundance of affection or respect. Maybe she was just plain masochistic.
Sheila's hand was fondling his cock and balls and he was sucking on her big nipples, moving his mouth alternately from one breast to the other. Mewing and arching her back, Sheila began moving her chest from side to side so that his mouth kept losing contact with her tits and brought forth the sucking sounds she loved to hear. As the sucking sounds reverberated throughout the room, she clenched his hot member harder in her hand.
"I never get tired of sex with you, Kevie," she muttered. "You keep telling me I taught you a lot about making love, but you taught me plenty, too. Honest, honey ... Alan may have a reputation as a super lover, but he doesn't know anything about really turning a girl on. He just uses a girl. Honest, Kev."
Good try, Kevin thought. That's it. Convince me that Alan never meant a thing to you. Sure, go ahead and make me believe I'm the only real lover in the world. Bullshit.
Kevin's cynicism vanished as quickly as it had begun, though. Despite himself, Sheila's skillful manipulation, her hot breath against his cheek and her purring voice in his ears were transporting him beyond logic and pettiness and, yes, even jealousy. All he knew was that this delicious female was naked beside him and offering herself totally. His hand found her moist nest and toyed with her vulva as he continued lapping at her breasts.
"Ahhhh," Sheila moaned. "It gets better with you all the time, Kev. I wish you wanted me as much as I want you. In between times, when we're not fucking, I think about your hot, male cock in my hand and all the things you do to my body. When it comes to you, Kev, I'm just a whore ... I'm just your personal and private whore, Kev. Oh, Kevie ... fuck me and do everything to me! Do you want me to suck you now? Anything, Kevie ... anything you want you know I'll do ... ANYTHING."
"Not yet," Kevin said, letting his fingertips savor the velvet squishiness of her love hole, gently brushing her clitoris and exploring the slick inner folds of flesh that guarded her pleasure chasm. Why was a pussy such a beautiful thing, he wondered. And why did he love to lick it and stare at its incredible beauty for minutes on end? Yes, Sheila had taught him to do a lot of things he'd only dreamed of for years. She had dispelled his inhibitions with her total frankness and apparent hunger to lick and admire his genitals. Most girls weren't like
Sheila. At least not nineteen-year-olds. She liked to talk during their love sessions, too, and her vocabulary of four-letter words and stimulating phrases was unbelievable. Her older stepbrother, who had introduced her to sex at the age of twelve, had done his job well.
Sheila's hand was like a vise on his cock now as she gripped the hard meat more urgently, milking his semen from the throbbing head. "God, what a hard-on you get, Kevin," she breathed, "and you're dripping all over the place. You have the most beautiful prick in the world. Can't you feel my cunt opening and closing 'cause it's so anxious to get plugged? My mouth is gurgling, too, Kev. My bottom's even contracting. Where do you want to stick it, baby? Just tell your baby and she'll have it inside where it's hot and wet in a second. Whatever you want, Kevie ... wherever you want."
She spread her legs wide apart, one leg up over his hip to permit his hand to move about her dripping slit more easily. He rippled his fingers along her channel and it was like touching melted butter, the swollen labia and downy hair lining her snatch slippery beyond belief. As she continued working on his prick, with both hands now, her heel began a rhythmic tugging against his buttocks. Gently at first, then harder, she pumped so that her clit pressed more firmly against his probing hand. "God, you really know how and where to do everything, Kev." She flicked her tongue against his nipple then. "Ohhh, my pussy and titties are tingling -really tingling! That's it... that's it. Ohhhh, suck my nips and play with my pussy. There, there-a little higher ... ohhhh, perfect. Yesssssss. You tell me when to suck you, Kev. Just say when and I'll have your big weiner in my mouth in a second-or wherever you want. Just tell mama and she'll do anything, honey, ohhhhhh."
Kevin's throbbing erection in Sheila's soft stroking hands was becoming sheer torture, the most delightful torture he had ever experienced -at least the most delightful torture he had experienced since fucking her last night. She was right! Each time their sex did seem to get better (if that was possible) and every orgasm seemed to be more exquisite than the previous one. Could that be possible, he wondered. Right now, at this instant, he didn't know and he didn't care. He was lost in the warmth and the soft, murmuring wonder of this female beside him.
Without prompting, Kevin slid his finger farther up into her slick snatch and explored the familiar yet always wondrous velvet furnace his organ would soon enter. As he reverently finger-fucked her, he massaged her nerve center at the top of her slit with his thumb. She began shuddering and muttering beautiful obscenities in a hoarse whisper as she clenched his wrist tightly and thrust her pelvis at his sopping wet hand. He had two fingers inside her pleasure cave now and he pushed hard to meet the pressure of her uncontrollable spasms. "I've got to suck you, Kev," she squealed suddenly. "I've got to have your big cock inside my mouth!"
She reversed herself on the bed then so that her hot cheek rested against his balls. Very gently, she kneaded his globes while she showered his pulsing shaft with kisses. Her tongue and lips moved as though they had a will of their own-brushing and lapping at his scrotum, the base of his cock. "Kevie, Kevie," she chanted wildly as she mouthed and squeezed and humbled herself totally before his manhood. Gasping, squealing, as though she had gone temporarily insane with lust and desire, she then touched his anus for the first time. Her finger slid between his buttocks and began a slow, circular motion that sent wave after wave of indescribable pleasure through Kevin's body.
Kevin felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as her mouth engulfed his organ. He listened to her grunting and moaning hungrily as she sucked in a steady rhythm and continued teasing his rear. Finally, with effort, Kevin focused his eyes and studied the skill and beauty of his cocksucking mistress. "Ummm-arghhmmm ... yummmm ..." The sounds Sheila emitted as she sucked were like those of a crazed animal. She paused only every few seconds, holding his bone-hard pole at a slight distance to gape at it admiringly and lick its drip- pings before resuming her cocksucking again. She took his member to the back of her throat with each downthrust, then ascended slowly, nibbling and alternating the pressure of her lips as she went. It was an inspired performance.
Finally, after a long time, she stopped mouthing his prick and lay back to rest with her legs spread wide apart. She had obviously read his mind and, too, from experience, knew that he was eager to suck her cunt. "Go ahead and lick it now," she said. "Lick your baby's cunt the way only you can lick it, Kevie. Eat my cunt all up before you fuck me, okay?"
Sheila didn't have to ask-she knew that- but she asked anyway because she knew he liked her to ask. He dived for her pussy then, buried his face in her gushing crotch and breathed in great gulps of snatch scent as he gobbled her from tailbone to clitoris. He held her knees against-her shoulders and gulped her juices greedily-rooting, inhaling, swallowing. For just an instant he actually believed that he could climb up into the slippery interior of her wonderful womb-embed himself in cunt!
Then they were both gorging themselves on each other's genitals-sixty-nining noisily and clutching hard at each other's buttocks in wild abandon. Minutes passed, then Kevin knew he had to plunge his aching rod deep into the cunt he had been nearly devouring. "Now!" he yelled. "Let's fuck now, Sheila! Got to fuck you
... gotta fuck your-your cunt ... now ... NOW."
Instantly, Sheila was on top of him, straddling him before he could mount her, her tongue stabbing frantically at his mouth. "Oh, yes, baby," she begged gutturally. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your Sheila's cunt until it's raw, baby! Bang it hard and make mama come so good." Kevin felt the oven heat of her clenching cunt against his genitals as her hand reached down and wiped the head of his prick back and forth her dripping slit. Finally, unable to stand further preliminaries, he forced his entrance with a controlled but slick stroke right up the center. "Ahhhhh!" he cried, for at last he was inside Sheila-right up in the core of her-and the heat and wet of her nearly paralyzed him.
"Oh, babyyyyyy," Sheila sighed in a long moan. Then she gasped, "Baby, baby, baby," in short, staccato bursts as she rode him, bucking, writhing, crashing her breasts against his face. "Oh, yes ... FUCK ME! Stick it in me hard ... harder ... harder ... stab me ... stick me ... Ohhhhhhhh."
The hysteria of Sheila's prompting voice drove Kevin to insane desire. Grasping the cheeks of her ass in both hands, he dug his nails in hard and plunged his rod mercilessly into the depths of her eager cunt as he obeyed her frenzied demands in his ear. I'm right up inside her cunt, he thought. Fucking that hot cunt and driving it home. She's mine. She'll do anything for me... mine ... mine to fuck anytime I want -... yeah.
Sheila's urgings and four-letter words ^were spewing forth crazily now, tumbling out in new and wild combinations he'd never heard before. Somehow she always managed to outdo herself and come out with something new. It was unbelievable the way her unconscious could form a fresh and new language of lust and love. It wasn't just four-letter words. It was moans and whines and whimpers and shrieks and words all jumbled together. Strangely, Kevin knew or at least thought he knew exactly what Sheila was feeling and saying. The girl had created a new language-a universal, Esperanto-like fuck talk!
Her moods changed from time to time, though. After a few minutes of speaking in her foreign tongue, she ceased her frantic twisting and pumping against his cock and methodically gripped his organ with her strong vaginal muscles. "Feels nice, huh?" she asked. "Ask some other girl to try that and I bet she won't be able to do it," she said proudly, milking his stout member.
Then she was riding him again, her mood fierce and her legs spread to the breaking point as she ground her heaving stomach against his and scraped her cunt lips against his pubic hair in an effort to embed every inch of his cock within her pleasure hole. Kevin became coarse, gruff, as once again the mood of their coupling changed."Yeah, baby," he snarled. "Now you're fucking. Now you're really fucking! Take it all inside that hot snatch!"
Kevin felt as though every pore of his swollen rock-hard rod was drinking in Sheila's love juice, extracting every degree of scalding heat from the dripping cavern that squished and scraped against his stabbing organ. He found himself holding back, not wanting to come yet, but Sheila's ecstatic whimpering grew louder, shriller, and he knew she was about to have her final and complete orgasm. She had had several smaller, skimming comes along the way, but the big cruncher was definitely coming up and he braced himself to withstand its fury. At the same time he ceased fighting his own approaching orgasm and drove his cock steadily and rhythmically deep into the mushy vagina that would receive his seed.
"Now.... now," Sheila began softly, and then, "NOW! NOW! NOW! FUCK HARD ... HARD ... HARDER ... THERRRRRRRRE!"
She went, hurtling off into pleasure land, and Kevin felt as though the top of his head might explode and his testicles might disintegrate as the indescribable, orgasmie current wracked his body with such force he thought he might black out. They both lay there then, twitching and clasped tightly together, spent and panting for breath, until Sheila whispered, "I'm dead and I just went to heaven, Kev. I-I want to sleep forever." She was drowsy and al- ready drifting off to sleep. "I-I hope it-it was good for you."
She was still hugging him, her lips pressed to his cheek, when she went totally limp. Kevin pulled the covers over her, smiling at the sound of her dainty, feminine snoring. He lay on his back then, smoking a cigarette and wondering how any male could possibly make love to Sheila and think of another woman. But that's exactly what he had done. All the while he had thought of beautiful Nita Farr, Alan's woman, and it had been with difficulty that he'd avoided calling out "Nita" in the final moments of passion. Something tells me you're the worst form of son of a bitch, Kevin thought.
He lit a cigarette and thought of tomorrow's breakfast meeting with Alan. Alan wasn't the type to play suspenseful games and he wondered what his boss and friend had on his mind. Alan's mentioning "something better for you" and "a proposition" intrigued Kevin. One thing was certain. He was twenty-seven, and he sure as hell didn't want to spend the rest of his life as a nobody making $175 a week while everybody around him was going somewhere. He squashed out his cigarette, turning out the light and thought about Nita Farr for a while. Then he went to sleep.
II
Sheila was still sound asleep when Kevin closed the motel door quietly behind him and stepped out into the clear, already hot Nevada morning. It was 10:45-more than an hour before his breakfast date with Alan-so he decided to stroll the "fabulous" Las Vegas Strip and think. He passed the two-story motel where Alan and Nita were staying and walked briskly, speculating as to what Alan might want to talk to him about. "Kevin," he imagined Alan saying, "I present you with Nita. She's yours. Screw her all you want. I'm tired of her."
Kevin laughed out loud. No, receiving Nita as a gift wasn't very likely, he thought. Still, he felt lucky today-felt good fortune in the marrow of his bones and in the dry desert air. If he were a gambling man, he might even have a go at the dice. Well, it was about time for some good luck. Since high school he'd had a series of boring, low-paying jobs.and finally a divorce. Hell, yes. He was due for some luck all right.
Still, he realized he should be grateful for a few things. Alan had given him this job when he was flat on his ass in Los Angeles, for instance, and his time was pretty much his own. He thought of his high school days and his friendship with Alan, He had played football and wasted his time mostly while Alan had worked on his singing and formed a dance group. The only thing they'd had in common was the fact that they were both immensely popular. The athlete and the musician, Kevin thought. The difference was that he, Kevin, hadn't been that good at football, but Alan had stuck to his music, risen steadily, and was now damned near a star. Alan's success had changed him a lot, though. He wasn't the humble, sweet guy Kevin had known. Money and women had made him cocky, even arrogant, and he treated people like dirt., All except himself. It was strange that Alan still treated him as his friend.
Kevin reminisced as he walked until, glancing at his watch, he realized he'd better head back for the twelve o'clock appointment. It was exactly noon when he knocked on Alan's door. Nita was already dressed but Alan had on his swimming trunks and a robe. While Alan phoned down for breakfast in the room Kevin stared admiringly at Nita. As usual, she brought a weak feeling to the pit of the stomach. No other woman had ever had such an effect on him. The way she moved her body, the satin purr of her voice, every thing*about her had him on the verge of a hard-on all the time. This morning her natural, taffy-blonde hair hung down her back in a single strand and even though she wore little makeup she looked like a sex goddess. His desire for her caused a constant war of emotions within him. Loyalty toward his friend, Alan, prevented him from coming on strong but he didn't think he could restrain himself much longer-especially since Alan treated her like a combination maid and prostitute.
Alan hung up the phone and said, "I ordered breakfast for two."
"Two?" Nita asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, you don't mind, do you, Nita? I want to talk business with Kevin. You can grab a bite downstairs."
"Sure, whatever you say, Alan," Nita said, obviously hurt.
"Well, Kevin, here's the pitch. I've decided that Alan Worth and The Constellations no longer need to pay ten percent to any fucking agent. Hell, I can book us myself into any of the clubs we've played. All I have to do is pick up the phone-Detroit, Chicago, Nevada, Florida, anyplace-and we got a job. Right?"
"I suppose so," Kevin said. "But what about clubs you haven't worked-recording dates- concerts-all that?"
"So if we want new clubs, recording sessions, stuff like that, then we call an agent. Meanwhile, why pay some asshole to get us engagements we can get like that?" Alan snapped his fingers. "But here's the real point, baby. I'm gonna let you call the clubs and set up our itinerary. It'll be easy. For that, I'll pay you half of the ten percent we're saving. Dig? I pay you what I'm already paying you now plus five percent of five grand a week. How do you like that? "
Kevin calculated and realized it would mean an extra eleven or twelve thousand a year. "I like the money a lot," he said. "I just hope you don't hurt yourself in the long run."
Alan slapped Nita on the fanny. "See you later, honey. Have a nice breakfast." It was a rude dismissal.
"Sure," Nita said. She smiled at Kevin then and he saw genuine pleasure in her eyes. He saw something else, too, and averted his gaze before Alan detected the mutual animal attraction. "Congratulations, Rev," Nita said. "You just might be a big agent some day."
"Thanks, Nita," Kevin said. "I'll worry about becoming a big agent later. Right now I'm flabbergasted at just handling Alan's bookings."
Nita left then and Alan said, "You didn't think I was going to let you be some kind of slave for the group forever, did you? Hell, no. You and I are old buddies, baby, and Alan Worth doesn't forget his old buddies." He dropped his voice to a near whisper then and looked guiltily at the door. "But there's something even more important I want you to do."
Breakfast arrived and it was then that Kevin learned the real nature of his duties. He was to handle the bookings for the group, true, but his primary function was to act as "pimp" for the one and only Alan Worth. It became evident why Alan had dismissed Nita. He still liked Nita, he explained, but he still yearned for "the young tail"-his female fans who always hung around both inside and outside the clubs he worked.
"So you can see my problem* Kev," Alan said, belching and wiping his chin with his napkin. "I can't afford to let Nita know I'm swinging with other chicks. She's too big in the act. If she got pissed off and walked out, The Constellations would be in trouble. Okay, so I dig fucking young chicks-different ones all the time. Does that make me all bad?"
Kevin nodded. He didn't like being a party to deceiving Nita, but if Alan proceeded indiscreetly she'd find out and quit. Then he wouldn't be able to see her himself. He agreed to act as contact man for young girls who idolized Alan, rent a separate motel room at each new location they worked and, further, keep Nita happy during intermissions while Alan was screwing his young female playmates. He didn't see how Nita could be deceived for long, but he knew there were plenty of girls willing to make it with the rock star. The part he really didn't like was abandoning Sheila. He did not love Sheila, but he hated to leave her alone every intermission. He couldn't tell her the reasons for deserting her and he hoped she would understand his sudden attention to Nita.
Kevin explained this problem to Alan and they agreed everything would work out somehow. "If necessary," Alan said, "you can always tell Sheila to bug off. I mean, let's face it, baby, chicks like her aren't exactly hard to find. She was a nice piece of ass, though, I have to admit." Alan rubbed his hands together with anticipation. "Boy, back in the saddle again! Get me some good ones for tonight, Kev-some nice brunette ones for a change who are just dying to offer their bodies to a star!" He laughed, whooped, jumped up and down. Then, very quietly, "But if you let Nita find out, baby, it's your ass, right?"
Kevin nodded and stood up. "Yes, I understand. Well, I have to find that sound man and get the microphones straightened out. See you tonight, you cunt-hound."
"What would I do without my old high school buddy?" Alan said, leading him to the door. He slapped Kevin on the back, assured him of even more money in the future and swore him to secrecy once again before saying goodbye.
Kevin spent the next few hours working with the sound man at the Oasis Club, getting the microphones in order. When he was satisfied that the balance was correct on all four mikes he rented a motel room just three buildings away from the club for Alan's intermission love sessions. He rented the room for a full two weeks-the remaining time The Constellations would work at the Oasis-and obtained a special rate. The room wasn't exactly elegant but it was plush enough so that it wouldn't turn off any of Alan's starry-eyed female sex partners, either. Mainly, it had a king-size bed.
Inspecting the room before leaving, Kevin noticed that the bathroom window was visible from the bed and the curtains were parted. In other words, if the bathroom door were open and the curtains remained parted, a person standing outside could view any activity on the bed. He recalled that Alan lacked finesse in the love-making department, according to Sheila, and the temptation to peek in on Alan later in the act of love overwhelmed him. It wasn't exactly something a trusted and loyal employee should do to his boss, he knew. Still, it would be interesting to verify Sheila's remark. He stood jingling the keys and deliberating for a moment, then went to the bathroom and opened the window slightly-just enough so that an eavesdropper could hear as well as see. Grinning, Kevin then left and returned to his own motel room for his afternoon nap.
As usual, the Qasis was packed with young customers awaiting The Constellations first show. Kevin pushed Sheila ahead of him and they made their way through the crowd to the backstage entrance. They could have entered from the parking lot, but Kevin always checked the crowd and reported on the turnout to Alan. Tonight, particularly, Kevin wanted to be certain there were plenty of available stag girls. There were.
Backstage, behind the closed curtain, the mu- sicians were tuning up and getting ready for the first set. Kevin exchanged greetings with the men* left Sheila to chat with Nita and went to Alan's dressing room. Alan sat with his feet up on the counter that ran in front of the wall mir-rror. He wore a velvet maroon suit with yellow lapels, a broad green polka-dot tie and a white shirt with ruffles down the front and on the cuffe. Everyone in The Constellations wore hyper-mod and individualistic attire, but as featured singer, leader, and star of the group, Alan's outfits were always conspicuously outstanding. Only Nita's dress rivalled Alan's in color and flair.
"Hey, what's happening, agent man?" Alan wheezed, exhaling a long cloud of smoke from the marijuana joint he held daintily between his thumb and forefinger. "You line any broads up for me yet?"
Kevin glanced nervously at the door. He wished Alan wouldn't smoke grass in the dressing room, even if he did keep the room locked and insist that everyone either knock code-like to gain admittance or use a key. Kevin, of course, had used his key. "Better put that out," Kevin said. "You're onstage in a few minutes."
"Right, right," Alan said, chewing up the short butt and swallowing it thoroughly. "Well?" he asked finally.
Kevin handed Alan the motel keys and told him where the motel was. "There shouldn't be any trouble getting you a chick for your first in- termission," Kevin said. "The place is full of them. I'll give the girl my key in case she arrives before you do. Oh, yes, I left a stack of your photographs and a pen on the dresser. That way you can present your conquests with an autographed photo."
Laughing, Alan jumped up and slapped Kevin on the back. Kevin noticed that his eyes looked distant and glazed-from grass and pills. Maybe both. "Good man," Alan said, tapping his temple with his finger and crinkling his nose like a drunk. He was definitely high. Out of it almost completely. "Yeah, stick with me, Kev, and I'll take you right to the top with me. Well, gotta go on now. Gotta go out and make beautiful sounds 'fore my fans, get restless and tear up the place. Get me a young one, huh? Innocent... with a nice tight snatch."
"Don't worry," Kevin said. "If anything goes wrong, I'll let you know right after the show."
Alan shoved past him then, winking obscenely, and within seconds the amplified sounds of The Constellations were blaring from the stage. Kevin stashed Sheila at their permanently reserved table then and began roaming the room in search of Alan's first lay of the night. Within minutes he had narrowed the field down to two tables. Groups of three girls sat at each table, very young, and they all had the unmistakable gaze of adoration on their lovely faces. The Constellations invariably attracted a young crowd-many of them minors too young to drink alcoholic beverages-and so the management always compensated by charging an admission price, Kevin checked with the waitress, then sent two Cokes and a Seven-Up to the girls he'd selected. He waited until the next number had finished before he went to the table and introduced himself as Alan Worth's agent and manager.
The girls were impressed, especially when Kevin told them that Alan had seen the girls before the show and ordered them the drinks. They giggled almost hysterically and considered it inconceivable that God himself had singled them out for special attention. When Nita began a soft ballad, Alan had to shoosh them politely and pursue his mission in a whisper, concentrating on the brunette member of the trio, Sheryl, who seemed the most fetching and eager of the three. It took a matter of minutes to learn that Sheryl was eighteen and definitely willing to rendezvous with Alan in his room for a chat, Kevin made it definitely clear that the virile and busy Alan Worth was interested in something more than just a chat, but that the visit was to remain secret, absolutely hush-hush. Sheryl nodded knowingly and Kevin slipped her the motel key and gave her directions. Then he joined Sheila and explained that his new duties would keep him busy during the upcoming half-hour break. Sheila agreed to keep Nita company during the break and Kevin kissed her on the cheek and left.
Kevin paused beneath the huge neon sign at the motel entrance and glanced at his watch. The Constellations first show would be over in a matter of minutes. He walked to a passageway several rooms beyond the room he had rented that afternoon, turned and exited at the outer rim of the U-shaped building. A moment later he stood staring through the bathroom window at the king-size bed which would soon become the mating place for Alan Worth and an eighteen-year-old beautiful stranger. Kevin hoped they wouldn't close the bathroom door or draw the curtain. He'd gone this far and, although spying on couples making love wasn't his specialty, he found himself anxious for the show to begin. Ah, to be a star, he thought, smoking hard in the dim light to check his nervousness. To be able to summon a delectable sex object from your audience and have her willing and eager to have you slam your cock to her. Maybe Alan would even sing a request-a hit song from one of his albums-as he fucked her.
Imagining this, Kevin laughed aloud but quickly stifled his laughter as the door to the room opened. It was Sheryl, and she called out, "Mister Worth? Are you here?" Kevin stamped out his cigarette and, his heart thumping against his ribs, stood staring at the young beauty who thought she was all alone. Oddly, he felt as though he were an invisible intruder in a ladies' room. His feelings were a peculiar blend of intense guilt and unbearable curiosity.
Satisfied that she was all alone, Sheryl examined herself before the mirror. She smiled seductively at herself, then stood sideways and admired her jutting bustline. She was even more lovely than she had appeared in the dimly lit club, no question about it. Her complexion was satin smooth, without a blemish, and her dark green eyes betrayed a hint of mischief along with her innocence. Of course, she couldn't be completely innocent. The chances of her being a virgin were a thousand to one, Kevin thought. But relatively speaking, she was innocent compared to most of the girls Alan had screwed.
"I've always admired you, Mister Worth," Sheryl said aloud then, blinking her eyes. "I have all your records. Your voice has-well, maturity." Sheryl was rehearsing like some skilled actress. "Your voice lowers a girl's resistance-makes her dream dreams and desire desires she hasn't considered before. Tell me, why did you pick me from the crowd, Mister Worth?" Then, in a lower voice, Sheryl mimicked Alan: "I can't explain it. I saw you there and I just knew it had to be you. Come to me, Sheryl. Let me take you in my arms, darling."
Jesus, Kevin thought, this girl has a flair for fantasy. Are you ever in for a surprise, honey!
Sheryl unbuttoned the front on her dress then. She wore no bra and her tits were something to see. Medium in size but firm and high with dark, enormous nipples. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, her face contorted in agonized passion as she flicked her nipples with her thumbs. "No, not yet!" she pleaded. "We-we hardly know each other, Alan. You've got to give me more time. Our relationship must grow into a meaningful thing before we do this. I'm glad you understand, darling. Tomorrow then?"
Kevin had to turn his head and put his hand over his mouth to keep Sheryl from hearing his laughter. He was about to see the most disillusioned girl on earth get fucked in record time! Suddenly he ceased laughing. At least he hoped so. What if she really stuck to her principles, fantasies, or whatever, and Alan left the motel room with no pussy and an aching pair of balls to show for his time? Not only would this repre^ sent an all-time first, but it wouldn't be so funny!
Just then, the door opened abruptly and Alan stared, stunned, at Sheryl examining her bare boobies. His mouth broke into a broad grin. "Hey, baby," he said, "that's the way I like 'em -ready and eager. Pull the bed down and strip while I get out of this monkey suit. I haven't much time before my next show."
Sheryl just stood there, as though in shock, while Alan quickly undressed. Then, stark naked, his huge prick dangling in front of him, he turned and saw that Sheryl hadn't moved. He went to her and gave her a peck on the cheek, helped her out of her dress, panties, everything. Mouth open, a look of amazement on her face, she stood in the same spot, naked and appar- ently unable to speak.
"You're not much in the talk department, are you?" Alan said, running his hands over her hips and finally feeling her breasts. "But you sure are built! Wow, what an ass! What's your name?"
"Sh-Sheryl," Sheryl replied, swallowing as she gazed down at Alan's stiff hard-on. "I-I think this is-is some kind of mis-mistake, Mister W-Worth. I really like you. I really do, but this is so f-fast-"
"Of course it is, baby. That's the way show biz people have to operate. We got a schedule. Listen, I'll tell you what. We'll fuck now-'cause I haven't got too much time-but after the show I'll meet you outside the club and we'll have coffee and get to know each other, okay?"
Still stunned, Sheryl didn't answer, although some of her fear seemed to leave her. It was as though she were trying hard to believe that the world of show business might really be as impersonal and fast-moving as Alan implied. "Uh-I-I don't know," she stammered. "Maybe I should just meet you for coffee after work and-and then we can maybe get more- more intimate then."
"No, you don't want that anymore than I do, Sheryl." Alan sighted the pictures of himself on the dresser. He went over and quickly picked up the pen and scribbled a note on one of the photographs and handed it to her. "See, it says the picture is for you and it's signed love with my name after it, right? Now we know each other and it's okay to screw. Come on."
Sheryl permitted Alan to lead her to the bed and lay her on her back. "God, what knockers!" he gasped, burying his face between her breasts and gobbling as his hands ^kneaded the perfect contour of her ass. "Just relax. There. That's better." Alan pressed his mouth to hers and Kevin could see his tongue as it thrust between her full lips.
Sheryl began panting, despite herself. She didn't know what to say. "I-I have all your recordings, Alan. I've admired you for so long. All my girl friends think you're a-a dream. Honest. Ohhhh, Alan, should we be doing this so soon? I do admire you, but I--I feel sort of ---of like a whore."
Alan was nursing at her tits and Sheryl's body was beginning to respond, Her voice was quivering, but not with fear so much as with what Kevin interpreted as desire and sexual response.
"Nah, you're nothing like a whore, Sheryl," Alan assured her. He raised her leg (they were laying on their sides) and placed his hard-on so that it protruded from behind her buttocks. Then, without attempting to insert his prick into her pussy, he began pumping so that his cock made friction against her vagina. "Alannnnn," she sighed, yielding totally at last. "I-feel like such a tramp, but it feels so good. If you just knew how much I care for you! I've even dreamed of being with you!"
"Just relax then and let Alan Worth make those dreams come true. Just think! The next time you hear my records you can remember this moment. Or when you see me onstage you can think about how we nicked, right? Does it take you a long time to come, or do you come fast? How do you feel about sucking cock? Do you like your cunt sucked? I'm going to eat your tight little cunt pretty soon. Man, am I ever going to suck on that sweet little snatch of yours!" Alan was licking at Sheryl's navel now and his finger was sliding in and out of her pussy. "Listen, in a minute I want some head, okay?"
Sheryl opened her mouth to answer Alan's many questions but nothing came out. Things were happening and moving too fast for her to comprehend.
Despite the speed of Alan's tactless seduction, however, it was clear from the enraptured expression on her young features and the limpness of her delicious body that she was aroused and would be no problem from that moment on. The preliminary shock had passed and now she was a female being readied for fucking. That the man who was about to use her body was an idol, a hero in her mind, had made this lightninglike approach possible-of that Kevin was certain. Under normal circumstances only a whore would be ready for mounting in such an incredibly short period of time. Kevin shook his head in amazement and gaped in wonder at the aggressiveness and total insensitivity of Alan Worth.
"Okay, baby," Alan commanded, shoving downward on Sheryl's head as he rolled over on his back, "suck my cock a little now. Remember, you're sucking Alan Worth's prick. Think of one of my records while you're sucking and really put your heart in it. It's Alan Worth you're sucking, baby. Alan Worth!"
To Kevin's amazement, Sheryl obeyed. She grabbed the base of Alan's prick and nursed furiously as if she'd lost her mind. Alan had brainwashed her! She was his now to do whatever he pleased with! She moaned as her head bobbed up and down and she clutched Alan's balls adoringly while Alan spurred her on with instructions and compliments on her maturity. "Yeah, baby, that's my little cocksucker. Ummmm. I didn't think you had it in you, but you got soul, girl. Passion!" Alan sat her up then so that her back rested against the headboard. Then he straddled her and gave her mouth a rest while he slid his wet cock between her breasts. He held her breasts in his hands and fucked them so that his cock kept appearing beneath her chin with each thrust.
"I'm going to fuck your pretty little mouth now," he announced. "Just bend your neck a little and let the head slide between your lips each time it comes from between your tits. There, yeah, that's it. Is this the first time a guy's ever fucked you in the face?"
Sheryl stopped sucking long enough to mutter, "Yes, Alan, I-I never let a boy do this before. F-first time. It's sort of nice, I-I guess."
Alan cut her off and shoved his cock still harder-'way back deep in her throat. "Course it's nice, baby. Girls do this all the time for guys. If I didn't want to come in your cunt I'd shoot off right there in your mouth and watch you swallow my come."
Alan thrust savagely into Sheryl's mouth now, obviously delighted that he was the first to take her orally in this fashion. "No, I'm not gonna shoot off in your mouth, though, much as I'd like to. No, I think I'd rather go off in your tight little box." He withdrew his bulging erection then. "You do take the Pill, don't you?"
Sheryl cleared her throat and stared in groggy wonder at the flesh tool she'd been accommodating in her mouth. "Yes," she muttered. "I take the Pill. I'm not a kid, you know."
Kevin found this assurance a little pathetic. Little Sheryl was assuring Ijcr assailant that all was well, that he could- proceed without fear.
"Good, all I need is to knock somebody up," Alan said. He lay her on her back then and spread her legs wide. "I'm going to munch on your little puss for a while before I stick it in, baby." He raised her legs high and stared admiringly at the rounded "W" of her ass and the fur-lined vertical slit that was to be his meal. Then he began lapping like a dog and grunting in satisfaction as he gorged himself on the eighteen-year-old's cunt. Kevin could hear Alan's tongue working amid the mixture of lubricant and saliva.
But the pleasure wasn't all his. Sheryl had apparently never experienced such oral pleasure, for her body stiffened and she dug her fingers into Alan's scalp fiercely. "Ohhhh, God!" she squealed. "Alan, you're doing this to me... tome ... tome!"
Alan just grunted and went on gobbling Sheryl's cunt ravenously, licking up and down, up and down the tight, tasty cunt. Kevin could hear sounds of suction as Alan gulped down mouth-fuls of love juice from Cheryl's snatch. Alan had his hands beneath Sheryl's knees, lifting her ass up high from the mattress so that his tongue could seek out every nook and fold of flesh between her crotch. Kevin saw that there was a puddle of lubricant and saliva on the sheet beneath her dribbling slit.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... yes!" Sheryl cried. "Right at the top ... the top. You know right where to lick ... you're Alan Worth and you're making me come ... I-I never came this way -this way before! Ohhhhhh ... ALAN WORTH IS EATING MY PUSSY!"
Sheryl was pumping involuntarily now, her ass moving faster and faster. Alan released her legs and grabbed her pubic mound and ass at the same time to increase the friction between his mouth and her clitoris. Sheryl emitted high-pitched whimpers that increased in volume as her head thrashed in a frenzy from side to side. "Alan, Alan, Alan ... you'll always sing just for me, won't you? When you're onstage you'll be singing just for me-for me!"
Alan stopped eating cunt, whirled himself around and stuck his prick into Sheryl's mouth. "Let's sixty-nine for a while," he rasped and buried his face into her twat once again. The young girl accepted her mentor's hard-on without question and began sucking cock like a veteran. Sheryl's legs flailed wildly as she took each thrust of Alan's member deep into her throat and pounded her own pelvis against the face between her legs. "Jesus ... Oh, Jesus ... Nothing like it ... Oh, Jesus!" she managed to utter when Alan's prong briefly slipped from her mouth. Then the stiff male meat was back in her mouth and she was gorging herself again like a madwoman.
Alan had difficulty tearing her mouth from his rod when he decided the time had arrived to fuck. Sheryl had actually gone into a sucking trance and he had to tug at her cheeks with both hands in order to release himself from her gobbling lips. "Okay, baby," Alan said. "Stay right where you are. I'm gonna shove my dick right up there where you live now. You're gonna get fucked like you never got fucked before. You'll never forget Alan Worth, honey. Not ever."
"Yes, Alan ... yes, yes. I want you to stick your big prick inside me. Hurt me if you want. Anything ... fuck me ... fuck me!" She showered his face with pleading kisses.
"That's the kind of talk I like," Alan said, almost sadistically. He placed the pulsing head of his enormous cock at the entrance of her oozing channel, feigned tenderness for an instant, then thrust with all his might. Sheryl's cry of pain was loud and eerie.
"Sorry, baby," Alan said coldly. "Guess you're a little tighter than I thought." He immediately began pumping hard then, slamming the entire lower half of his body without mercy at the tight, young cunt. "You're never gonna forget me, baby. Never. I'll make sure of it. There ... there ... yeah ... oh yeah!" Sheryl emitted painful sobs and the breath whooshed from her with each mighty lunge of Alan's Jiips. Kevin winced, wishing Alan would go easy, but if anything Alan's savagery increased as Sheryl's cries grew louder.
Then, to his amazement, Kevin realized that Sheryl's breath-whines had changed from pain to pleasure. She was actually enjoying being taken this way-brutally, relentlessly. But no, that wasn't it, either. Apparently she had weathered the pain and Alan's stabbing organ now delivered pure and perfect ecstasy.
"Fuck hard!" she gasped. "Fuck harder. I want it inside me more than anything. I don't care if it does hurt. It's wonderful* wonderful. Fuck me ... Oh, fuck me, Alan!" Sheryl wrapped her legs still tighter about Alan's waist and embraced his pile-driving ass and raked his back with her nails. "My cunt was made for your spear," she moaned. "Made for it .-,. made for you to fuck ... all the way in - yes, all the way ... ohhhhhh!"
Alan had two fingers up her asshole now and his hand was working twice as fast as his buttocks. "It's beginning now," Sheryl chanted. "Ripples and tingles beginning ... all over my body. I'm coming again-not the same as before. It's bigger ... better ... soooo gooood. I'm coming ... coming... coming!"
There was no question that Sheryl came then. Her ecstatic cries rose to such a volume Kevin feared she could be heard out on the Las Vegas Strip. Alan shifted into high gear to finish his prey off and they both reached the heights together. Alan let the full weight of his body collapse onto Sheryl then and lay panting helplessly.
A full minute passed, at least, and then Sheryl said, "God, I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again. I-I feel as though I've been impaled."
Alan flopped over onto his back. "That's right, honey. Alan Worth leaves 'em ruined for all followers-onstage and offstage. Okay, I got another show to do. Let's get our asses out of here."
Sheryl got up on hands and knees and kissed Alan affectionately. "Can't we just talk for a little while, Alan? I really want to get to know you better. I-I love you, Alan Worth."
Alan slapped her on the ass, got up and started dressing. "Cut the bullshit, baby. We both got what we wanted. Now let's haul ass out of here."
Sheryl went over and pressed herself to Alan. She draped her arms lovingly about his neck. "Okay, Alan, but I'll see you after the show, right?"
"Sure, baby," Alan said, shoving her away. "Wait out front with all the other autograph hounds, but don't be surprised if I don't make it."
Sheryl looked as though she'd been hit with a sledgehammer. "But I thought you said we could meet later. I want to talk to you, Alan. I want to know all about you. My girl friends want to meet you, too."
Alan had finished dressing. "Sorry, but I'll have to take a raincheck, baby," he said. He went to the door and opened it. "Nice knowing you, Sheryl. Thanks, and be sure and keep buying my records. Tell you what. I'll think of you when I sing my last tune tonight, okay?" Alan slammed the door then, pocketing both keys to the room.
Standing outside the bathroom window, Kevin felt an almost overwhelming urge to go in and calm the sobbing Sheryl, but he knew he couldn't.
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Alan Worth seemed delighted with the worshipful and delectable female sex partners Kevin managed to line up for him throughout the following week, and Kevin was glad that his boss was pleased. He felt a little like a pimp, true, but another side of him took pride in the fact that he was an effective and efficient subordinate. Just two things bothered Kevin. First, common sense told him that eventually both Nita and Sheila would realize that Alan was playing the field again, and second, Nita Farr had grown moodier and moodier, and her sexual invitations toward Kevin were becoming transparently obvious.
Sheila was not the main problem, Kevin realized. When the time came, though the "scene" might prove a bit sticky, he could call their relationship off. After all, he hadn't promised to marry her and he guessed that she suspected his attraction to Nita anyway. But Nita posed a serious predicament for Kevin. What would her reaction be when she discovered that Kevin had played a key role in Alan's "fucking around?" True, Nita seemed to be teasing him more directly all the time, but that was a woman's prerogative. Kevin guessed that she would raise hell once the truth was out. It might be all right in her own mind for her to get seductive with Kevin, but God help everyone when it be- came evident that her very ample charms weren't enough to satisfy Alan.
With not just a little fear, Kevin envisioned the end of The Constellations- their disbanding as a group. And if this occurred, he, Kevin Rawls, would be out on his ass instead of looking forward to the rosy and profitable future Alan had promised him. Yes, once Nita found out about Alan's extra-curricular activities she just might quit. Also, she'd probably reserve only a little less hatred for himself than she would for Alan. Kevin felt strong forces pulling him in different directions: loyalty toward Alan, lust for Nita, a desire to do the "fair thing" regarding Sheila.
As it turned out, though, beautiful Nita herself solved much of Kevin's confusion. It happened one night during intermission while Kevin sat with Nita and Sheila sipping coffee. Alan was off screwing another one of his female fans and Kevin was keeping the girls company. Suddenly Nita turned to Sheila and said, "I've got to get out of here. Sitting in this damned coffee shop night after night is getting to me. And the dressing room is even worse. Mind if I borrow your boyfriend for company?"
Completely taken by surprise, Kevin looked anxiously at Sheila, expecting her to register jealousy. She merely nodded. "No, Nita. Go ahead. I understand."
Kevin noticed something unusual in her voice and attitude and when he and Nita stepped out- side into the chill Nevada night* he said, "I never saw Sheila so-well, cooperative. Is anything wrong with her? I mean, has she divulged anything to you I should know?"
"No," Nita said, taking Kevin by the hand. "Nobody has to divulge anything to anyone. It's pretty obvious that our glorious leader is up to his old ways, right? Naturally, she isn't herself because it's also obvious that you're involved in some way, too. "Come on, Kev, let's take a walk."
They started down the Strip, the glare of neon signs flashing from the casinos. Kevin felt proud to be seen by passersby as he held the hand of the beautiful and sexy Nita Farr. As usual, he felt a fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach just being near Nita. They had walked perhaps fifty yards when Nita said, "He's flicking his little fans right and left, isn't he?"
"Yes," Kevin replied, startled at Nita's abrupt candor.
"I admire your honesty, Kev. Thanks. I'm going to be straightforward with you. I dig you a lot and have since we first met. You know that, don't you?"
"I hoped so," Kevin said. "Yes, I've sensed something between us."
Nita batted her eyelashes. "Sensed something?" She gave his hand a squeeze. "Darling, I've done everything but take your prick out of your pants in the goddamned coffee shop. Yes, Fd hoped you might have sensed something. There's a peculiar kind of electricity between us and we both know it. We don't even have to discuss it, right? It doesn't happen that often between two people, so I don't see any reason why we should torment ourselves any longer. There's only one little test I want to put you to, but I'll explain that later. It involves our going to bed together tonight. You'll accommodate me, won't you?"
"You know I will," Kevin said, swallowing. Things were coming fast-faster than he'd hoped for in his wildest dreams-and Nita had never revealed herself in this abrupt and aggressive manner before. He'd never dreamed there even existed this side of lovely Nita before.
"First, let me. say that I'm not going to get hysterical and quit the group. The Constellations are too profitable a venture right now to cast aside. Also, whatever happens between us, I don't want you to worry about your future- your new job booking our engagements for Alan. Alan's hot a fool. He knows the group needs me. If I stop playing the role of his mistress he's not going to get cute. He's not going to fire you and he's not going to dictate to me. Do you understand what I'm saying, Kev? I'm saying that things are going to be fine-the way they should have been a long time ago. Alan and I call it quits on the personal level, stay the same professionally, and you and I are free to do whatever we want. There's only the matter of you informing Sheila. Can you manage that?"
Still stunned at Nita's accurate appraisal of the entire situation and her bold proposal, Kevin informed her that Sheila would be no problem.
"Good," Nita said. "I-I like the girl. I really do. I don't want to see her hurt too badly. But I don't want to see us hurting any longer either. I notice the way you look at me, want me, and I feel the same way about you. Let her down easy, Kev-promise me-and don't worry about my end. I'll take care of Alan. By the time we play Lake Tahoe, two weeks from now, we won't even have to be discreet. Right now, though, let's play it a little easy. Alan will know, of course, but we don't have to throw it up in his face. Just let him continue fucking his little groupies."
Kevin took a deep breath, letting Nita's sudden and unexpected bombardment sink in. Then he said, "You mentioned our sleeping together tonight. You mentioned a-a test. Would you mind elaborating? I'm a little shaken by all of this, you know."
Nita bent over double with laughter. "Of course you are, darling. I-I didn't mean to be so dictatorial. I really am quite feminine, but at times of crisis and emergency I tend to reach decisions and take care of details with the efficiency of an army general. Forgive me?"
Kevin blinked and shook his head. "Forgive you?" He kissed her cheek impulsively as they walked. "Of course I forgive you. I'd do anything for you. There's been no female for me since the day I met you. Hell, even when I'm making love to Sheila I imagine it's you half the time. You did take me a little by surprise though."
"I know. I had to. This situation couldn't go on another second. Something had to be resolved. Alan screwing every girl in sight ... Sheila all upset ... you and I wanting each other. Well, now it's out in the open. Can I suggest one more thing before I turn the role of dominant male over to you?"
"Very well," Kevin said.
"Let's go into that motel. Right there. Let's go in and lie naked together for the first time. Right now. Then, if we both want each other afterward, rent us a place and I'll move in with you tomorrow."
Kevin's heart slammed against his ribs. He deliberated for a moment, then tugged her hand and they headed for the motel office. "Is this the . test you were referring to?"
"Yes," Nita said. "I mean, it's just possible that you might not want me after you've sampled me, correct? You have to admit that it is a possibility."
Kevin felt a tingle in his groin. The mere thought of being alone with this goddess of a woman he had worshipped for so long had his manhood already stirring in his pants. Yes, he thought, it was conceivable that they might prove incompatible, but he would bet his life against it. Who knows, though, he thought. Maybe she would be disappointed in him. The thought frightened him and the beginning of his erection quickly dwindled. Still, it was a possibility. Nita had no doubt had some of the most polished and dedicated lovers imaginable. As they stepped toward the motel office and Kevin's hand turned the doorknob, Nita stopped him. She kissed him, long and passionately, her tongue darting between his lips. When finally they parted, she said, "The test, darling, isn't to determine whether I'll like you as a bedmate, I can already tell you'll be the most marvelous man I've ever known in that department. No, the test is for your benefit. I'm-well, I'm a pretty strange female at times. I haven't had any complaints in the sex department, but I'm not what you'd call an ordinary partner. I have strange tastes and requirements. I-I just want to be sure you won't be startled-that you'll appreciate my unorthodox needs and desires. Besides, I have a few new sexual fantasies brewing in my head that frankly bother me."
"Sexual fantasies that bother you?" Kevin felt his hard-on rising once again. With effort, he willed his erection away. He didn't want to register at the motel with his cock sticking out in front of him. "What do you mean? God, you're not a sadist or anything, are you?"
She laughed. "Oh, nothing like that. But I have been thinking of doing things with you I've never done with another man. There are things I want to say to you arid things I want you to say to me-very different and special things. Oh, I just can't stand here and explain what I feel toward you. Hurry! Hurry, Kev, and get us a room. Please? You've got me wanting to yell words like 'Fuck me' and 'Lick me' and things like that. I never felt like this before. Oh, just take my word for it, Kevin. This special something between us has got to happen now and I have to know if you'll consider me some kind of obscene whore for wanting you the way I do or -or well, understand me and reciprocate. Hurry, Kev. It's driving me mad waiting and wondering about us. Just standing here doing nothing now that we're so close is maddening."
Kevin couldn't believe his ears. Nita was actually telling him she desired him in a way she had never craved another man. He was glad that the counter was high when he signed for the room. The elderly woman matter of factly accepted his money, handed him the key to room 218 and then Kevin (and his bursting erection) led Nita upstairs to the room.
The instant the door was closed behind them Nita pressed herself close to Kevin, took his face in her soft hands and kissed his lips, his eyelids, his cheeks, his ears. "My darling," she breathed, "you'll never know how long I've waited for this." She pressed his stomach to hers and groaned. "Oh, you don't know what it's like to feel you ready and hard against me down there. Alan is a bedroom farce, a little boy. You have depth and masculinity and something un-defmable."
She tore herself away from him with effort then. "You see, Kevin, I'm used to men-all kinds of men-undressing me every night with their eyes. You might say I'm accustomed to being adored. Do you know how that feels? Would you believe me if I told you that all kinds of men have offered me incredible things just to make love with them?"
Kevin sat down on the bed and put his face in his hands. Is this what she meant be a test, he wondered. He had been on the verge of carrying her to the bed, laying beside her, undressing her and, at last, tasting and touching every inch of her luscious body. His hands ached to palm the curves of her breasts and buttocks, his prick begged to embed itself in the hot depths of her. He wanted to blurt out all of the love and admiration for her that he'd kept locked within him for so long.
"Please bear with me for just a while, darling," she begged. "I've never told a man some of the things I'm going to tell you. For just a while I want you to pretend you're a sort of psychiatrist. You can release me and help me if you'll do that, Kevin. Then we can make exquisite love-anything you want." She-started to cry then. "Oh, Kev ... maybe you won't even want me then. But I have to tell you, because you're my chance to have the lover of my dreams -the sex partner I desperately need."
Kevin was astounded at Nita's little-girl behavior. She had always seemed so self-assured, so much the woman of incredible beauty who remained in perfect control. Somehow, her humbling herself this way now before him made him love and admire her even more. "Please don't cry, Nita. Yes, tell me whatever you want. I'll listen."
Her sobbing ceased then. "Thank God!" she cried. "There's so much I have to tell you. Just remember that no matter what I say it's because for the first time in my life I've really craved a man. You, Kevin. I've wanted to crush you in my arms, possess you, have you make me pregnant, rape me, praise me, belittle me, do anything you want with me. Do you understand?"
"I think I do," Kevin said, and he meant it. He had felt unbelievable yearning for this female who now spoke to him so frankly, without the slightest inhibition. "Go ahead, Nita. Speak whatever's on your mind. I'll listen."
"You'll do anything I ask?" she said. "You'll do what I say no matter how kooky it seems because you know I adore you and it's a matter of life and death to me?"
"All right," Kevin said.
Nita took a deep breath then, as though preparing herself. "Take your clothes off then, dar- ling. Sit in the chair naked, so I can see your beautiful male body as I talk to you, I want to be able to look at your prick and your balls-at all of you from your toes to your heavenly eyes as I tell you things I've never dared tell another soul."
"All right," Kevin said, staring into Nita's eyes which had become almost hypnotic in intensity.
Nita started to speak, then changed her mind and went to the telephone. Kevin undressed while he listened to her tell someone at the Oasis Club that she would not be in tonight. She was ill, she explained, and asked whoever it was to inform Mr. Alan Worth that she would not see him until the following day. Then she hung up and sat down again across the room. Kevin was totally naked now and sat waiting.
"Ummmm," she cooed. "Your genitals are beautiful, Kevin," she said. "If just knew they would be. Perfect. I can hardly wait to bare my soul to you and then let our hands roam each other's body like hungry animals."
She emitted a little squeal suddenly and crawled on her hands and knees across the room to him. She grasped his stiff erection, planted a wet kiss on its dribbling head, then savored the taste of his love juice as her tongue wiped her full lips clean. "Yummy," she said, swallowing. "You see, successful performers don't usually do that," she said. "We're so used to being the objects of desire we don't know how to humble ourselves. But with you, darling, I want to humble myself for the first time. I don't want to be in the spotlight with men wanting me, getting applause, maybe masturbating and thinking about me the next day. No, it's my turn to adore somebody else. YOU. KEVIN RAWLS. That's partly what I have to talk to you about, Kev. You have to allow me to adore you the way people are always adoring me. We've got to reverse the whole thing or-or I'll go crazy."
Her eyes staring squarely into Kevin's, Nita then quickly took off all her clothes and threw them in a heap on the floor. Then, squatting once more at his feet, she grasped his hard-on firmly and lay with her head on his leg. "See, I'm just another female, Kevin," she said. "True, my body may ripple this way or that way so that men find me something special but, in reality, I am just another female. Your female if you can comprehend what I'm saying and still want me after I've spoken my piece."
Kevin listened, at last grasping what Nita was trying to say. She was sick of people thinking she was something special. She had, as they say, to be loved just for herself. Nothing more. Still, it was difficult not to put her on a pedestal and worship her. The perfectly proportioned body, the deep blue of her almond-shaped eyes, the outline of her small tummy, her marvel-ously firm and jutting breasts with their pink nipples, her trim but flared hips as she crouched slavelike before him grasping his cock--all begged to be singled out and worshiped as something special. But that is precisely what she did not want, could tolerate no longer.
Nita was definitely a true blonde-all over. As she began speaking in an intense and faraway voice he had to fight in order to concentrate on her words and not let the sight of her silky pubic hair bordering the pink lips of her puffy and beckoning vagina distract him. How he yearned to fondle that pussy; bury his face and tongue in it! It was all he could do to keep his hands from stroking the ivory smoothness of her tits. But he had promised to hear her out and he knew instinctively that what she had to say would make their ultimate sexual union something more beautiful and intense than anything he had ever experienced. It was true. There was this magic, electrical thing between them and knowing this he restrained his impulse to grab her and relieve himself in the warmth and incredible wonder of her body. Yes, he would hear what she had to unburden to him, but did she have to hold his prick that way?
"Darling, darling, darting," she was saying. "Oh, where and how shall I begin? Yes, my childhood. You see, ever since I was a very little girl I've been beautiful. A girl knows these things. She really does. Of course, people tell her she's beautiful, but it goes deeper than that when you grow up to be really beautiful and sexy, too. And if you're talented, too-well, it can be really a curse. Do you realize what it's like making boys get hard-ons when you're a girl? I mean, giving them hard-ons all the time practically and having them beg you just to let them touch your hand.
"I know all girls get this kind of sexual attention, but with me it was phenomenal. I was like a goddess, really. Boys wrote me notes telling about how they jacked off all the time thinking of me and telling me how I made them come in their pants just thinking of me. Yes, puberty and adolescence were absolute hell. At first I sort of enjoyed being special, but then it got to be unbearable. Boys staring at me constantly, wanting me, begging to give me anything just if I'd let them touch me. When I was just fourteen I used to get suicide notes from boys. I drove them crazy, they said. They wrote poetry for me, gave me presents, flowers. I've had teachers in high school offer to leave their wives and careers for me."
Nita paused, trying to organize her thoughts. There seemed to be so much she wanted to say. Kevin could see by her facial expression that she was struggling to get it all out. "Do you know that I had a stepfather tell me he would divorce my own mother if I would run away with him? It was awful. Everywhere I went there were hard-ons and pleading men. Everything I did seemed to drive men crazy. Men followed me in their cars, peeked at night in my bedroom window, stole my panties and bras off the clothesline, made gasping and obscene tele- phone calls at all hours of the day and night, exposed themselves in front of me, offered me fantastic amounts of money.
"Do you realize, Kevin, that even now I know a dozen men here in Las Vegas-several of them very rich-who would do practically anything for me? I've had total strangers offer me a thousand dollars just to kiss my cunt! I've had four proposals of marriage in the last two weeks! You know that I don't accept telephone calls at the club, right? But did you know that Alan screens all my mail so he can throw away all the sex-kook junk mail I receive? Guys mail me rubbers full of their come, pictures of themselves jacking off, drawings of men screwing women with the pictures of the men bearing their names and the women bearing mine. What on earth is it that I seem to arouse in men?"
Kevin palmed Nita's childlike, frowning face. "Let's face it, Nita. You just happen to be one of the sexiest females on earth, I guess. Jesus, you have the same effect on me. I can't lie to you. It's true."
She buried her face against Kevin's knee. "But with you, Kev, it's different. You attract me. You make me want to give myself in sort of the same way I suppose men want to give themselves to me. You've brought out something new and wonderful in me. Even though you admire me and think I'm pretty, it all seems to be in perspective. For a while there I thought Alan was the answer, because he didn't grovel at my feet, because he could actually be indifferent and sometimes cruel to me. But now I realize he isn't tbe answer. Oh, Kev, it's you! I suspected it for a long time and now, once we've gone to bed, I know it's going to be perfect, darling."
Kevin stared deeply into Nita's eyes, Sensed her confusion and felt deeply honored that she had chosen him as her salvation. It seemed impossible that she would select him above all the others, but he wasn't going to argue with her. A goddess had descended from the heavens and selected Joe Average for her Prince Charming. He felt deeply moved.
He felt something else, too, and he hoped this wasn't the price he would have to pay for being the object of Nita's love. Yes, he felt a new power surging through him. He had listened to the innermost thoughts of this woman he had worshipped from afar-played psychiatrist for -and now he knew he was master; The goddess had revealed that she was, in fact, his slave. Could this be the reason Alan had tired of her and sought other females? Was there a bit of the sadist in all males? He didn't know. He did know that his feelings for Nita were somehow different. He loved her deeply and wanted her body desperately, true, but something had been changed by her confession. She wanted to be treated as something less than a glorified female-a sex goddess-but hadn't he secretly wanted her to remain the unattainable goddess? Would she, too, have to pay a price for shatter- ing the male illusion this way? He hoped not. It would certainly make for a strange relationship.
But something was different regarding his feelings for her-something he couldn't identify. She was still beautiful beyond description, no doubt about that, but now that the angel had shed her wings, he wanted to handle and love her in a different way than he'd wanted her before. He shook his head, trying to sort out his feelings and thoughts. Bullshit, he thought. It's just your imagination, Kevin. She's the same wonderful woman you've longed for so long and you'll treat her with the ordinary admiration and respect she craves.
Nevertheless, he was surprised at both of them a moment later. He took her cheeks in his hands and said evenly, "Suck my prick until I tell you to stop, Nita. Suck it nice and slowly and exactly the way I tell you to, darling."
"Yes, Kevin," she said humbly. "Anything you say. You've listened to me and I can tell you understand. Probably you know me better now than any man alive. I'll do whatever you say, darling. In public people can worship me, but in private I'll worship you. I'm your slave, Kevin, and as long as you give me what I need I'll take you to the top. You can be anything you want-a big agent, my business manager once I'm famous. I'll see that you're happy and successful."
"All right, Nita. Sounds good to me. .Now just suck my prick nice and slow."
Nita paused, a peculiar smile about the corners of her mouth. "Certainly, Kevin darling. The Constellations are nothing without me, are they? Just another bunch of long-haired musicians. When I leave the group, they'll fall apart, won't they? But I'll take you with me ... the star and her agent."
Kevin nodded, smiling back at her. "Perfect, darling. Yes. Now suck the nice prick."
Nita bent down and kissed his balls first, tonguing lightly as she jacked slowly up and down on Kevin's bursting erection. Once again she paused. "You understand that Alan had all I'm offering you once," she said. "He was bound for success ... he could have had anything ... but he threw it away."
"I understand exactly what you're saying."
"Good," Nita said. "As long as you understand perfectly__now I can be the secret and real me with you and only you when we're all alone. I'll suck your yummy cock now for a while, and then we can do whatever you like the whole night long."
IV
Kevin could scarcely believe the look of total and worshipful adoration on Nita's face as she slowly stroked his rigid shaft. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to glue themselves to his groin as her hands and fingers tantalized and massaged his bursting hard-on. "Ohhhh, it's such a gorgeous cock, Kevin," she moaned. "You don't know how long I've waited for this. I just want to feast on you-drink in every little wrinkle and fold on your crotch. It-it's so wonderful just to give myself completely to a man without reservation, to adore him and-well, humiliate myself sort of. Ummmmm."
Kevin could feel Nita's heart pounding inside her chest as she leaned her breasts against his knee and continued staring at his prick. She was emitting little whimpering sounds and her jaw was slack as she wet her lips with the pink tip of her tongue. He felt a strange sense of power surging through his body and he began slowly pumping his hips and reveling in the sight of his own firm organ standing up before this goddess of a woman. God, it was as though she was addicted to the sight of his meat. What a dream come true! Her eyes were rolling and she appeared feverish as she jacked the outer sheath of flesh slowly up and down his gristle hunk and leaned still closer to its purplish-brown head.
She swallowed fiercely, noisily and traced the rim of his cock head very meticulously with her forefinger. "What beautiful lines it has," she murmured. "God made the most beautiful, delectable thing in the world when he made a man's cock. Your cock, Kev. It looks so functional and lovely and eager to-to stick itself into something. It-it's like a missile that knows right where it wants and needs to go. It wants to poke into my mouth, doesn't it, Kev? Oh, yes, and then into my cunt. Oh, look!" she cried, squeezing his member harder as a pearly drop ran down his flesh spear. "Look, the eager thing is dribbling. Feel good?" she mewed, spreading his semen about his prick head, then licking her finger and swallowing.
"Feel good?" Kevin repeated. "If you only knew. My balls are tingling and they feel about to explode. You're driving me crazy. You realize that, don't you, Nita?"
"Good," Nita whispered, her voice low and guttural. She leaned forward now so that her mouth was just inches from his prick's gushing head and kneaded his balls lovingly, like some baker working with precious dough. "You're the most wonderful man I've ever known," she chanted, purposely drooling onto his prick so that she could slurp her own saliva about his penis. "There will always be a special place in my heart and soul for this night, because it's our very first time together. Oh, yes, there will be other times, but tonight is going to be special. The most wonderful man I've ever known," she repeated, licking him lavishly.
Kevin palmed her cheek and took in her flawless features. "No, I'm afraid I'm not exactly wonderful," he said. "Right now I feel like a dirty old man in his twenties. I never thought I'd enjoy a beautiful female staring at my cock this way, but I'm getting so turned on I'm afraid I'm about to shoot all over your face. God, I'm even saying things I never dreamed of actually saying. I've dreamed of having you for so long, Nita. I've mentally sucked your pussy and sucked your tits a thousand times. I can hardly believe this is happening. It's got to be a dream."
"Don't worry," Nita said, kissing his prick lovingly. "It's not a dream, and it's going to get better and better. I'm your slave girl and I'm going to make every sex dream you ever had come true. That's my mission. That's why I exist, Kev-to take you to paradise and humble myself. I'm not a performer. I'm just a nobody put on this earth to worship your big prick and make you come and come and come and go crazy from one spurting orgasm after another."
Nita's face was contorted now as she muttered and hovered over his thick, pulsing hard-on. She manipulated it lovingly between her palms, her eyes bulging, and then she slowly dipped her head and began tonguing the head, laving every pore clean and fluttering her tongue up and down the shaft from its glistening tip to its thick base. As she reached his pubic hair she couldn't help but move still lower and kiss his scrotum. Then, muttering low sounds of appreciation, she took each of his almond-shaped testicles deeply and gently into her mouth and nursed.
The heat of her mouth was ovenlike and Kevin imagined he could feel his sperm dancing insanely within his flesh sack. Nita must have lapped and sucked on his nuts for a nil! five minutes that way, all the while continuing to Stroke his erection steadily in an up-and-down movement that had him on the verge of ejaculating several times. But each time he neared a climax she seemed to sense that she should pause. It was incredible. It was as if she were a mind reader.
Throughout her ministrations Keving gave her what she had asked for. As he palmed her cheeks and ran his fingers through her silken hair, intentionally mussing her tresses, he commanded her to "Lap my cock, baby," and "Suck and nurse on it till I tell you to stop." He could hardly believe his own ears as the words poured out and he spurred her cocksucking on. Yes, he was certain of it now. There was a trace of the sadist and the cruelly domineering male in him. Well, that's what she asked for, wasn't it, he thought.
Now Nita ceased nursing on his balls and cock for a moment, taking a breather to rest her cheeks. She babbled incoherently as she fondled his meat against her cheek and between her chin and throat. She couldn't seem to get enough of it. It was like a dolly-4i little girl's plaything. "I'm going to give you the best blow job of your life, Kevie," she intoned. "I'm going to make the complete gesture of atonement for every man who ever thought of fucking me and couldn't. You-you're like a-a priest, and I'm confessing to you and being forgiven. Oh, those poor, poor males who always get hard-ons when they look at me and think about my tits and pussy. This blow job-this marvelous cocksuck will make up for all that."
Nita reached behind him and tugged at his buttocks so that it scooted forward across the chair and nearer her face. At the same time, she rose up on her knees and rearranged herself so that when she sat back down on her legs she was more comfortable. She looked as though she planned to spend a long time sucking. He just hoped that he could hold back. He didn't want to shoot his load in her mouth for some reason. It would be nice, true, and he was certain she would delight in swallowing his sperm, but somehow he wanted to save his orgasm for her cunt. Still, he wasn't absolutely certain just what the hell he really wanted at the moment. He was being systematically driven out of his gourd!
"Nita," he breathed, gasping. "This-this isn't necessary. You-you've atoned or whatever it is you wanted to do." He began lifting her by the chin, trying futilely to lift her from his en- gorged member before he shot his load deep into her mouth. Either that or all over her face. "You-you needn't do this," he said, but at the same time thinking: Oh, yes you will, you bitch ... you'll chug-a-lug on my prick and choke on it until I get goddamned good and ready to free you. Look at the big singer ... the sex symbol ... / wish all your fans could see you now down on your knees licking my prick like some fucking degenerate ... yeah, I wish every one of them could see the hot-shot performer degrading herself like a slut, a pig, a common cock-sucking two-bit whore ... suck until you choke ... yeah, suck my asshole ... belittle yourself
And then, again, she seemed to read his mind. It was downright eerie. Squealing, she forced his legs up on the arms of the chair, spreading him wide, and then began assaulting his rectum with her darting tongue. Kevin could not believe it! He had never experienced anything like it before! First, Nita slowly rimmed his anus, teasing, and then she actually began prodding deeper and deeper into his asshole with her firm, hot tongue. Despite himself, he found himself clutching her head and pulling her harder and harder into him. She was going crazy and grunting like an insane animal as she gobbled and laved. Jesus, Kevin thought. Am I some kind of fag? Is this what it feels like to be a female and have a man going down on you-eating your hole? Oh, sweet Christ. This is terrible ... disgusting ... but Jesus I never felt anything like it in my life. Yeah ... yeah, he thought. Degrade yourself, you bitch! If that's what you have to do to rid yourself of your guilt or whatever it is that's bothering, then go ahead and do it... Oh, JESUS ...YES!
Kevin realized suddenly that he had been yelling loudly then and abruptly silenced himself. Just then, Nita ceased her anal stimulation and once again began lapping at his balls and trying to swallow his cock whole. She was spewing forth words he had never heard before-even stranger than the words Sheila uttered when in the throes of lovemaking. He stared down at her in amazement as she paused and gazed admiringly at his rock-hard banana. "Ummmm,; yummy-yum-yum," she said. "I want to do every insane thing any human ever did to any man," she said. "You're teaching me to be free, Kev. I can do and say anything I want and I'm loving every second of this because I love you so desperately. Oh, God! Isn't there something else I can do to prove I adore you, Kev? Isn't there some vile and disgusting thing I can do to make you understand how I feel? Do you want to beat me? Do you?"
"No, darling," Kevin said. "Try to calm down, darling. You're-you're going out of your head. This is beautiful, but try to remember what you're doing and who you are. Will you do that?" He slapped her then, to bring her back to reality he told himself, but secretly he knew he enjoyed slapping her because he knew she wanted him to hurt her. God, he was getting crazier than she was! Absolutely freaky. Just what the fuck was he doing, anyway?
"You're teaching me to be free," she mumbled. "You're teaching me everything." She was rubbing his dribbling cock all over her face- her chin, her eyes, her ears, everyplace. And then Kevin found himself saying, "Nobody's teaching you anything, baby." Yes, what he had only been thinking before, he now found himself saying-actually saying out loud, "Way down deep you've always been just a beautiful cock-sucker, Nita, haven't you?" He pulled at her hair. "Right!" he screamed, feeling his nervous system about to go. The stimulation had proved just too long and too intense and he had gone just as berserk as she. "It's true, isn't it? You've been a prick-licker and an ass-muncher since the day you were born. Now go ahead and suck while I watch my big hard-on slide in and out of that pristine, prissy, cocksucking mouth, Nita."
Kevin found himself grabbing her crudely and harshly by the ears then and began shoving mightily so that his cock head slammed hard against the back of her throat. She gagged, but he kept pulling her ears and shoving his meat into her throat. She loved it! She really did! She couldn't get enough of it into her maw. It was absolutely incredible to watch the lengths she was going to degrade herself. How long had she stored up these intense guilt feelings, he wondered. And wasn't he, Kevin, merely an in- strument to help her rid herself of deeply embedded and long forgotten hang-ups? Hell, yes, he thought, slamming his cock harder and harder, even getting a violent movement to his hips now as he jabbed and poked and thrust like a degenerate himself. Hell, yes. Oh, cut it out ... bullshit!
Then, without warning, all the weirdness. and bizarre behavior vanished just as suddenly as it had begun and an air of normality (whatever that was!) returned to Nita's labor of love. She was still kneeling there worshipfully at the altar of his manhood, true, drawing his organ in and out of her mouth slowly so that she could watch his glistening, saliva-wet organ worry the folds of her lips as it penetrated and withdrew, sliding noisily and wetly in and out of her greedy oral cavity, but something was different. The rage and fury had left her and now she was just a woman excited to an understandable degree-a comprehensible degree-as she settled down to sort of everyday, common garden-variety cocksucking.
Her head was bobbing at a reasonable tempo and she was groping his testicles urgently but in a semi-controlled manner. The speed at which her mouth worked steadily increased, slipping back and forth over his foreskin and down as far as she could go without trying to choke herself anymore. Yes, now she was sucking just like a lady and holding the thick base of his thick wedge of gristle the way all good girls did it. Yes, it was perfectly normal cock-sucking now-a par-for-the-course blow job in every respect. She was obviously going for his load, wanting his stream of spend to spew forth into her mouth so she could swallow it. So he decided to let her. What the hell, he thought. / can rest up, work on her for a while, and then be ready to fuck her in fifteen minutes or so. Let her feel that she's degrading herself if that's what she thinks she needs. Let her swallow my come -gurgle, slurp, down the hatch-if it will make her happy and convince her that she's convincing me she loves me more than anything and, at the same time, rid herself of this insatiable guilt that is tearing her all apart inside. "Very well my dear, you may play Swallow-The-Sperm-the ancient game that is designed to wash away all sins. Go to it! Good girl!" he said aloud now. Kevin was surprised at his own audacity in transposing his thoughts to actual language. But she seemed to understand-as though they were communicating on some occult and mystic wave length all their own. To his surprise, Kevin found his urgings quite mundane as Nita readied herself to finish him off- really quite conventional.
"Nita, baby ... yeah," he grunted. "God. It feels better than anything ... like a wet glove sliding over my rod ... best I ever had, sugar... yeah, baby ... suck it, suck it ... Ummm, Ummm ... Suck it hard ... I'm almost there. I love to listen to the sounds of your mouth as you gobble my prick . ". beautiful sounds ... beautiful music to my ears ... just wait 'til I gobble your pussy and you'll hear beautiful gobbling sounds, too ... suck, suck, suck .,. ummm."
Kevin clutched Nita's head-this beautiful dream of a woman's head who wanted to forget she was anything special for a change-and palmed her indented cheek at the same time. He clutched her desperately, harder, harder, as she raced feverishly to bring him to completion. Probably she-was tiring, too. Once, she glanced up at him to record the expression on his face and assure herself that he meant business and was ready to blow his nuts and end the oral feast. She sucked harder, harder-harder than she had ever sucked on any cock before (of that he was sure) and definitely harder than any female had ever sucked his prick before.
God, what suction ... suck-tion-sucktion! Kevin found his hips rotating frantically, gyrating like a Tahitian dancer's as he drove his prick home mercilessly again and again into the mewing, young mouth. Saliva and his own semen began dripping from her chin and down onto the carpet. This wouldn't be the last time he would stick his prick into her wonderful mouth, he thought, but he doubted if it could ever be any better than this. This was a marathon of a blow job-incredible in length and quality. If her intention was to spoil him for all other women for the rest of his life-at least in the oral department-she had definitely succeeded. What a cocksucker! Incomparable! A virtuoso performance!
"Daddy's there," he gasped. "I'm ready to shoot my sperm into your mouth, baby. You want me to pull out or just let it fly?" He knew what her answer would be, of course, but he had to ask.
Nita wagged her head and grunted a frantic and negative no. Kevin held onto her bobbing head still harder. "No, I thought not. You want to drink my juice, don't you?"
Nita nodded as she sucked and grunted in the affirmative this time. Her hand was tearing at his balls now, coaxing, begging.
"Good, I want you to drink it all down into your tummy, do you hear? And afterward I want you to keep your mouth on it and nurse and get every last drop while it drains, do you hear?"
Again, Nita nodded and grunted ecstatically that she understood his instructions.
"You love to swallow and drink down my cock juice, right? My come tastes better to you than anything you ever tasted in your life, right?"
"Okay, then, here it comes, baby. Here's your rich, creamy reward. You earned it and now it's going to fill your mouth right up to the brim." Kevin stopped playing weird games now-or whatever kind of games he'd been playing-and felt his body begin to shudder and shake all over. He was literally having a fit and screaming at Nita to swallow it all, every bit, while she was murmuring unintelligibly that she would-God, yes-and then he felt her throat open in readiness even more, if that was possible, as his shaft became even more rigid-as rigid and bone-hard as possible-and then there it came ... bloughie, bam, all of it racing and surging out, his body tingling and convulsing as his flesh monster gushed forth and spewed mightily with all the force and power of a geyser or a whale spouting as he drenched her throat. That's the way he saw it and visualized it, at least, which of course was all exaggerated and untrue but very very pleasing in the fantasy department at this crucial time of orgasm.
Jesus, did it feel good. God dammit! Did anything feel better than coming, especially after all that time waiting and after all that teasing! Sonofabitch, did it ever feel so Goddamned good he couldn't believe it!
Then he just lay there spasming and groaning and staring up at the ceiling while Nita, as promised, nursed on his organ in an effort to complete the perfect blow job by draining him dry. Just why in God's name, he wondered, did it seem important for her to remain there and drink his leftovers. Strange. He guessed that it must represent some kind of proof on the part of the female that she was willing to subjugate herself totally. Actually, once the orgasm was fin- ished, this post-climax mouthing wasn't really all that important. In fact, in a way, it was somewhat unnecessary and anticlimactic (at least for him). The importance of this cleaning-up operation, if there was any importance to it, was that before you came and during your orgasm it was exciting to think of the woman lapping up the remains afterward. Really, it had no significance though. It was like thinking about fucking a second time while fucking the first time. Sometimes you didn't want to fuck the second time (once the first time was past), but it was exciting to think about while actually engaging in fuck number one. Ah, the complexity of it all, Kevin thought. Fucking and/or sucking was, simultaneously, the most complicated and super-simple business in the area of human activity.
He pulled his dwindling erection from Nita's mouth, then carried her over to the bed so that they could stretch out and rest. "Beautiful, sweetheart," he said sincerely. "You really didn't have to do that, you know." He kissed her tenderly. "I do love you, Miss Humble. I hope you feel sufficiently degraded now. Just relax for a while. Then it's your turn. I want to make you feel so wonderftil and marvelous you'll never forget it. I want you to feel even half as good as you made me feel."
Nita smiled and snuggled up close so that her head rested on his shoulder. He lay very still, regaining his strength, and gently rubbed her shoulder. He knew better than to talk about anything mundane. Women were strange. You had to keep them in the mood. Otherwise they became disappointed and, sometimes, got so they didn't even care about coming themselves. It was necessary to keep Nita caring and in the mood, Kevin thought, because, of course, women did care about coming (who didn't!) and it would be very undemocratic and inconsiderate to just go to sleep and honestly admit that he was as exhausted as he really was. He didn't care about creating any illusion that he was a great lover. He didn't want to win any contests. Really all he wanted to be was fair.
But Jesus, he sure was tired. Not as tired as she was probably, but tired enough to toy with the notion of being unfair and inconsiderate and undemocratic and just rolling over and going to sleep.
V
Kevin did not just roll over and go to sleep and, for that, Nita was grateful. It had been delightful humbling herself to this male she had yearned for all this time. It had been absolutely exquisite mouthing him and playing the wicked female gobbling the big naughty prick, but now that she had expiated herself and atoned for all the real and imagined sexual sins she had ever committed, she knew-really knew-that she wanted to have a nice orgasm, too. Coming, after all, was fun and she wondered if Kevin would do a nice job on her even if he was slightly exhausted.
She reached over and gently traced her finger along his inner thigh up to his groin. His cock jolted to attention and she was grateful. "My turn?" she asked. "Do you feel up to it, darling?"
Kevin kissed her neck, let his tongue run up and down her jugular vein and blew in her ear. Then his hand stole up and teased her nipples. "My darling," she breathed, squirming and thinking, Yes, here is a strong man-a considerate man who realizes I have needs, too.
The thought that soon she would be permitting him to do things to her body-things men dreamed of doing to her both on and offstage-made her breathe faster. She was beginning to feel a trifle narcissistic, she knew, but it was true that she, The Princess, was about to offer her sought-after body to a lesser human being on the economic and social scale. Kevin was merely an employee for The Constellation* and she, Nita Farr, was a semi-star. She shifted her thinking into another gear now, forgetting the other role she had played while humbling herself and gorging herself on Kevin's prick. Now it was her turn to receive and Kevin's to give. She, the grand courtesan, the sex symbol, would offer her delectable body to the underling and bestow an honor upon him many men would nearly die for but few would ever enjoy.
It was delicious thinking this way, changing her attitude entirely. She felt the familiar slippery and mushy sensation in her vagina as Kevin massaged her nipples erect and pressed his engorged penis against her leg.
More than anything she wanted Kevin to be a skilled and adept lover. She hoped he still had the stamina to fuck her good and would not be deterred by her demands, her gouging fingernails and sharp, clamping teeth. She was truly a prize of a fuck and she intended to make him pay the price for her near-perfect body. She wanted his cock inside her cunt more than he could imagine but he would have to prove himself a skilled lover if their relationship was to endure. God, let him be tender and brutal and strong, she thought. Let him know my needs and pace himself; let him fuck me like a whore at moments and like a goddess at others. Let him be a male--a real honest-to-God male! Let him screw me like a harlot and adore me at the same time! Male, Kevin. Male. Be a male!
"You're a cunt queen," Kevin was saying in her ear. "I don't care if you do need to be degraded. You know you're a woman men can't help exalting and praising and wanting to make love to gently and preciously. It's hard not to worship you, Nita, but I'll try."
That was nice for starters, Nita thought. He does understand me. He's saying those nice things and then pretty soon he'll fuck me just like an animal. Marvelous ... beautiful ... I think he does understand.
"I wanted to fuck you ever since the instant I laid eyes on you," Kevin said. "You simply have to be the sexiest, most desirable bitch who ever lived. Jesus, Nita, with any other fucking female I couldn't even consider moving after what you did to me earlier, but here I am wanting to fuck you and ready and eager."
"Yes, I can feel your eagerness pressing against my leg. Pretty soon-but not too soon -you'll stick your eagerness in my pussy, won't you? You'll stick your big cock right between my legs and fuck me until I go out of my mind."
"Yes, Nita."
"Good. Now make love to me the way you've never made love before." She squeezed his hard-on hard. "Promise me you'll give me the fuck of a lifetime."
"Til try... I'll try," he stammered.
"You'll succeed, baby. There'll be no just trying. You won't have to worry or feel that you have to prove anything but you'll give me the fuck to end all fucks. I'll inspire you, Kevin. I made inspired love to you and now you'll do the same to me. Ummmm, now go to it. I'm your toy to fuck and suck and say whatever you want to. Just let yourself go. Drift off into a make-believe world and let your subconscious take over the way I did and I promise you it will be the most marvelous experience you ever had. That's the trick, Kevin-letting yourself-letting your subconscious take over. Now fuck, baby. Play with me for a long time and then fuck, fuck, fuck me. Do whatever comes to mind and let yourself talk, too. Ready, set, go!"
Kevin tongued her ear and she knew she had triggered his boyhood brain into action, tapped that uninhibited region and time when males were males-back when they were masturbating and dreaming of cunt for the first time, back when titties and pussies were magic things and nobody had yet ruined their beautiful and perfect desires. She did not know how she had done this, but she sensed she had gotten to him and could now enjoy a real loving. Long ago she had had such a pure and unencumbered fuck from a man who had managed to go into a trance and she had never forgotten it. But that boy had been killed in an auto accident and she had given up hope of ever having such sex again.
But Kevin had given her new hope-she had sensed something different about him from the beginning. Christ, he even resembled that boy of so long ago. Was that why she had yearned for him from their first meeting? She didn't know.
"Yes, darling," she said as he grabbed her wrists now, placing them fiehind her back so that she was helpless. He wasn't rough. He was just letting her know that he was the dominant male in a gentle way. Good, that made her feel female. He did know what he was doing.
Suddenly she pushed him away, playing the role, getting deeper into the spirit of the urgent but playful game they were playing. "I'll scream if you touch me anymore," she breathed. "I'll have to scream for help. You-you mustn't!"
"Go ahead and scream," Kevin hissed. "It won't do you any good. Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck you and lick your titties and nobody-but nobody-is going to stop me!"
"Let me go or I'll scream and they'll lock you up in jail for ten years!"
"No, they won't," Kevin was saying. "They'll never get me and I'm going to do anything I want with that beautiful body of yours, baby."
Nita suddenly felt helpless, trapped, desperate. She thought she might burst into tears. "Oh, please, won't you let me go? Please?"
"Shut up! No, you're mine!"
Gorgeous, Nita thought. Perfect. Kevin's hands were all over her body, feeling every nook and cranny of her. He was pressing his feverish mouth to hers and his hands were squeezing her tits hard. She jerked her head to one side, managing to free her mouth, and emitted a little scream. Instantly, his smooth hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her call for help to a muffled, futile moan.
"Nita, Nita," he groaned, as though in anguish. "You don't know ... you don't have any idea what it's like to have you helpless this way. I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to stick my prick right up inside your wet hole. Give me those luscious tits. Yeah. Give me that ass-that rounded, beautiful ass. Yeah. I want to feel your big tits and suck on your nipples all night. Then I'm going to lick your pussy raw. Anybody ever licked your cunt raw before? Eh? Well, I am." Nita struggled to free herself from this brute's domination, but she couldn't. Marvelous, marvelous, she thought. Yes, he was a true male after all. "Let me go, you bastard!" she said, but he pinned her to the bed with his knee and pressed his stiff cock into her side.
"Yeah ... yeah ... lick your pussy raw and then fiick you 'til you beg me to stop after you've come so many times you think you'll die," Kevin was saying, his voice strange, unreal. "Nothing's going to stop me. Don't fight me. I'm going to fuck your hot little snatch. There's not a goddam thing you can do about it. Do you hear? So you might as well relax, be- cause I'm going to suck and fuck everything you own that's female. I-I never wanted to fuck a girl so bad in my life, baby. Glad to see you've given up screaming. Good. Just spread those legs wide and let my finger in that cunt and then my mouth and then my prick ... good girl...."
Nita resisted just enough to make the whole ritual real. It was just too, too beautiful the way they were playing out this male/female mating ritual! She wished it would never end. God, he was even stronger than she had imagined. Despite her twisting and squirming, Kevin was managing to make headway-managing to grope and grab more of her body and use her, use her, use her! She raked his back with her fingernails, then tried to dig into his forehead, his eyes, his neck, struck out at any fleshy target she could find, but he deftly blocked the fury of her attack with his forearm and grasped her elbows and wrists.
Once again she screamed and once again his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. "Nobody can help you," he jeered. "Nobody. You're mine to do with as I want. You're going to get fucked whether you like it or not. So why fight it? Relax. Spread those beautiful legs nice and wide and let daddy in. Let daddy's prick slide right into that hot, little.twat!"
Nita tossed her head from side to side, crying, "No, no," but reveling in every harsh word Kevin spoke. He was lapping at her breasts now, drawing each nipple deep into his mouth and sucking intensely, sucking so hard she thought her nipples would bleed. God, it was beautiful. A man ... a man ... what a man! He's almost got me now, she thought. He's almost made me yield and he's going to stick his big prick right up inside me. God, he's so strong! Who could resist this man trying to fuck me, rape me. Nobody! He's going to last* he's not going to go soft and give up. He's going to force me and fuck me against my will. Fuck every considerate, weak, begging male! Screw every one of them. Give me this man! Give me Kevin! Give me this male who knows what he has to have and takes it. Christ, let him throw me on the floor and screw me in the ass if he wants to! Anything he wants ... anything he wants. He takes what he wants. Yes, he takes ... takes ... beautiful___
Kevin's hand was prying at her knees now, forcing them apart and working its way up between her legs as he went on gobbling at her erect and swollen nipples. He's raping Nita Farr, she thought. He can't rape Nita Farr, the singer who gives men hard-ons nightly, the beautiful female men beg for an autograph, a sniff of her cologne. How dare this man defile the goddess? Who does this beautiful, brutish, madman think he is? Others would come in their pants for a whiff of her perfume and this man would dare to sniff her crotch! My God, the world has gone crazy ... ummmmmmmm ... ummmmmm....
Nita went on, thinking that way, letting her thoughts come as they may as she listened to Kevin's noisy feast at her breasts. She tried to keep her legs tight together, but still his strong hand made progress toward her gushing vagina, her treasure. "You fucking pirate!" she screamed. "My treasure is wet and I say you can't have it and, goddam it, you're going after the treasure, anyway. Buried treasure! You think you can bury your cock in my treasure, don't you? Hah! Bastard. Stop it, stop it, you filthy bastard."
She could feel her lubricant steaming from " her cunt, wetting the labia and the cheeks of her buttocks and making a puddle on the sheet beneath her, but still this upstart, sonofabitch pirate was not going to be denied his fuck. Her excitement mounted now as Kevin's hand reached her pussy and began massaging. He was too strong for her. He had overpowered her. The male had dominated the female. Now, at last, she could relax and accept defeat and feel the delicious workings of his hands and mouth all over her body. Finally would come his jutting, fierce, and hard prick sticking into her cunt and fucking her.
It was good that she relaxed now, for it enabled Kevin to stroke her clitoris tenderly. Now it was another game they were playing. She made a final, frantic effort to free herself, lost, and lay limp. Good, Kevin had won. The male had overpowered the female (thank God) and now she could relax and let him take his pleasure. Good. She would spread her legs wide and squeal and whimper while he satisfied his lifelong male dreams by using her smooth female body, handling her, running his fingers over her treasure of flesh-the marvelous fucking pirate. When he had lusted and satisfied the longings of his hands, he would probe her pussy with his cock head and shoot hot jizz from the boiling depths of this testicles-nuts-balls and send it streaming and seething through his big, stiff shaft into the dark recess of her cunt-snatch-twat-way-up, deep-far-back ... inside where the babies and eggs play and the fishies swim to Mandalay ... Ah, there was a good lyric she would have to sing from the stage someday.
At this point, Nita wondered if perhaps she had not gone too far. It was not good to go too far with this free-associating business, she decided. After all, you could proceed so far that you might not ever be able to return to normality and, thus, lose your mind. Losing one's mind was not a good thing-even if it was good sport to let the brain toddle right up to the brink of insanity. But it was best to stop there and just plain fuck. Yes, she decided, it was an appropriate time to control herself a bit.
Besides, she had achieved about everything she had been waiting for, praying for. She was encircling Kevin's head lovingly in her arms now and licking his face, cheeks, eyes-nibbling at his ears. She felt no guilt as his hot, male meat brushed against her thigh, bone-hard and desperate to complete its beautiful, plunging mission.
For the moment, she was transported to a realm where only desire existed. "Oh, stick me!" she cried. "I'm helpless. I want you, Kevin. All of you."
But Kevin was taking his time, his pleasure now in torturing her. Methodically, he laved her breasts with his hot tongue-the whole of her breasts and not just the nipples. She felt the hot meat of his hard-on descending as his head moved lower, his tongue twirling as he moved lower, lower, down over her tummy to her pubic hair and, finally, nestling there. Now he began teasing her clit with his tongue, just as he had her breasts, and she cried out for him to hurry, trying to spur him on, trying to tell him to do whatever he pleased with her but please hasten his foreplay and ready her pussy for penetration with his tool.
She spread her legs wider apart, pressed one foot hard against the nearby wall to give his hungry mouth complete access to her cunt. Mercifully, he began lapping greedily from her tailbone to her clitoris, his hands beneath her buttocks clutching hard, digging in, lifting her up and making a flesh altar of her genital area so that he could gorge himself and feast there. She thrust hard and writhed, rotating her hips so that her labia and clit scraped his darting tongue harder, harder. She could tell he had begun to drink her juices. She could actually feel his mouth open and closing and hear him gulping, swallowing as he tried to ingest her flesh fountain and probe her anal cavity. Seismic waves wracked her body and she felt her facial muscles begin to twitch involuntarily; so intense was her pleasure. "Suck my darling, suck!" she criedv "Eat my cunt. Keep your promise and eat me raw."
She reached down and ran her nails through his hair encouragingly. "Ummmmm," she purred, tossing her had wildly- And then her nails were digging cruelly into his back as she bent forward, humping his face, directing his tempo. His tongue was heaven in there. Paradise! But soon she would haye to make him stop. She didn't want to come with his tongue. She wanted his prick to bring her to orgasm. Or did she? God, she wasn't sure! It was so wonderful!
Finally, she made a desperate decision, took both his cheeks in her hands and gently raised his head from her sopping wet vagina. He resisted her efforts briefly and there was a loud popping sound-a release of suction-as his mouth separated from her crotch. She pulled him up to her so that his erect, wet penis again pressed against her leg and she could hear his rasping breath in her ear.
"Screw me, Kev," she pleaded, knowing that if he didn't insert his rigid pole into her soon she would die. "I'm weak ... more ready than I've ever been. "Now fuck me! Fuck! Oh, Kevin!" Believe me, you've sucked me raw. You really have. Now fuck!"
"All right, baby," Kevin panted. "Just calm down while I stick this thing in that tight little cunt of yours."
He began wiping the big, firm head back and forth across the entrance of her seething hole. He held both cheeks of her ass tightly in one hand and his prick like an oversized broomstick in the other. She reached down, gripping the thick hunk of gristle hard. What an immense and sturdy prick, she thought. It was absolute magic the way the limp male organ grew and became an overpowering giant-the way it became engorged and stiff and eager to jam itself between a girl's legs and deliver unspeakable delight, send currents and ripples of pleasure, tingle-spasms, throughout a female's cunt and body until she became a whimpering blob of passive putty.
Nita bit hard into Kevin's ear lobe, spewing forth words she herself could not understand. She had become partially delirious, bleary-eyed with lust. She milked the big member hard in her hand, fighting his hand for space on his love pole. "Jam it in!" she shrieked, praying for the moment when it would be pumping within her, its hot head worrying her cunt folds, nudging and stabbing as it speared the channel for which it was made. She tore his own hand from
Mm cock now, grasping the meaty base of the pjiMwiii monster. Then she groped his huge scrotum and fantasized about the millions of sperm swimming about inside his hairy flesh sack. "Balls! Your balls!" she groaned. "Just a thin partition of skin between my palm and your little sperm fishies that are going to shoot out from their hiding place and swim like crazy into my slit!"
"Ummmm" Kevin moaned. "Yeah, rub my nuts while I get the head in you. If you only knew how it feels to ease my cock into you, baby. If you only knew. It's like hot butter-a velvet furnace ... slick and hot and opening ... yeah."
Kevin went on, chanting that way in her ear, and it was like music. His fuck-talk drove her crazy as he fed her a little bit of his cock at a time, letting it out like a boy lets out kite string, sliding it in deeper and deeper. Finally, when she could feel it totally embedded within her slick, silken sheath and she felt thoroughly plugged, she began a slow pumping motion with her hips, grinding so that their pelvic bones bumped. He went on fuck-talking in her ear and working his flesh spear in and out, in and out, gliding, searching, stabbing, piercing. Slowly, their tempo increased and pelvis massaged pelvis even harder, each bathing the other with semen and saliva and vaginal lubricant.
Nita reveled in the sound of their combined love juices-the plopping, smacking sounds-
as the friction increased. "Give me every inch," she demanded. "Plug my hole! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Oh, yes, she wanted it all-every inch and pore of it to plug her good, to stab hard into her hole. She loved laying flat on her back and gyrating her ass so that she could feel the wet sheet beneath her and the clenching of his gooey hands at the same time against the cheeks of her ass. His hands were tearing at her buttocks now in a frightening urgency and he seemed to be trying to break his cock off inside her as he manipulated her up and down and from side to side.
"Ohhhh, that wonderful prick!" she moaned. "That beauuu-tiiii-fulllll cock!"
She pulled harder at his pumping buttocks and sank her teeth into his neck, drawing blood, as she tried for still more of his rigid prong. She had had the best preliminary orgasm ever and now she could feel the biggie approaching, cresting and swelling like a giant wave, coming from a long, long way off, but getting closer, closer, the most spine-shattering and wonderful feeling in the world washing over her. The waves of indescribable pleasure were there now, the surge growing stronger, rumbling like a delicious electric current throughout her vagina, her rectum, engulfing her totally. She began emitting great gasps, clutching hard to Kevin's back with one arm and pressing his plunging ass harder between her legs with her other arm as her climax approached.
She felt herself bucking--all over, all over -the awesome current surging and rising with each probe of Kevin's ramming organ. "Stick harder. I can't stand much more, but stick me harder, harder!" she screamed.
Kevin's voice grew coarser in her ear now, too. "I'm coming, too," he gasped. "Take it all ... all the way up. You coming, baby? Coming?" He was so brutal she nearly felt pain as he slammed at her mercilessly. Oddly, even the pain felt good, too. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she wailed.
Kevin's big prick raced for the finish now and he reached the heights just as the final tremor of orgasmic thunder detonated and carried her to total and incredible fulfillment. She lay there babbling, limp, satiated, spasming involuntarily while the meat wedge within her jerked in post-orgasmic time as if it had a will of its own. "Jesus!" was all she could say, again and again, very softly. "Jesus ... Jesus."
Kevin remained propped up on his elbows, most of his weight full upon her for a long time. Then, finally, he withdrew his semi-rigid organ from her still quivering hole and collapsed on his back beside her. She cuddled up to him, nestling, grateful, feeling completely female. For some reason she felt unworthy of the pleasure she had allowed herself to feel.
"It was never like that before," he said evenly. "Never that good. Not ever."
She shooshed his lips with her fingertips, but he brushed her hand aside. "I mean it," he said. "It was like fucking a queen or-" He broke off. "Is that all right? I mean, I don't know if you want to be treated like a queen or a whore." He laughed. "It's a bit confusing. Also, I waver between wanting to be a sadist and a tender lover when I'm this way with you."
Nita was able to laugh now, too. "You don't have to try to put it in words," she said. "I understand. I felt the same way. I think we're both stark-raving mad, but it's fun, isn't it?"
Kevin grabbed her and they rolled, wrestling on the bed. He was surprised that he had the strength to move at all. "Yes, you kook. You're so kooky you've made me kooky, too. Or is it the other way around? I don't know."
Nita stared at the love marks she had inflicted on her lover. It seemed impossible that she could have unleashed such pent-up emotion. She touched his bleeding ear, his neck, his back, then gently kissed the wounds. "I-I don't know either," she said. "Yes, we are kooks, but I wouldn't have it any other way." She stared at him for a long time, knowing she had found the male she had dreamed of, longed for since childhood. "Oh, Kevin, I love you more than anything. I'd do anything for you."
"Now that you mention it, I wish you would explain to Sheila. I don't know quite what to say to her. And I sure as hell don't know what I'm going to say to Alan. Jesus, I don't even want to think about that." He chuckled, low and almost evilly, as he stared up at the ceiling. "No, of course I'll tell Sheila. That's my problem. But I do wish you'd help me out with Alan," he said seriously. "I may even be out of a job."
"No, you won't," Nita said. "Alan knows The Constellations need me. I'll tell him that if you go, I go too."
"You mean that?"
"I mean that."
"Whew. All right, but good luck."
"It's just us from now on, Kevin, and we both know it," Nita said. "Now let's go to sleep, darling--just sleep until we wake up. Then we can make love some more-all day tomorrow if we want. There's plenty of time to tell Sheila and Mister Wonderful, Alan Worth."
They lay close together, Nita's head on Kevin's shoulder. Nita fell asleep almost instantly, but Kevin stayed awake, thinking about Alan's reaction when Nita told him the way it was going to be. He wasn't at all certain that Alan wouldn't kick both of their asses out of the act. He wasn't certain at all. Fortunately, he was too exhausted to explore fully the imaginary conversations his mind conjured up and he soon fell asleep.
VI
The entertainment area of the Oasis Club was unlike other lounge-stages in Las Vegas in that there were no customers until evening. A thick, wood sliding partition separated the stage from the gambling tables and slot machines by day, and so entertainers could rehearse without disturbance from gawking patrons. It was 4:30 in the afternoon' when Kevin and Nita, sexually satiated and feeling a trifle guilty, arrived at The Constellations rehearsal. Alan Worth immediately called the musicians to silence, dismissed them and stood with his hands on his hips staring at Kevin and Nita. Nita merely smiled, but Kevin felt fear in the pit of his stomach. Kevin had been dreading the confrontation with Alan all through breakfast with Nita.
Alan said nothing. He just stood there, his dark eyes blazing with anger as the musicians put away their instruments. Jeff, the drummer, came over. He was the oldest member of the group, twenty-eight, but he was boyishly friendly and his coarse auburn hair always looked a mess. The rehearsal must have been a tough one because rivulets of perspiration ran down his freckled face.
"Hey, we missed ya last night, Nita," he said. "So did the customers. The last couple of shows last night were a real drag."
"Why don't you get the fuck out of here?"
Alan called from the stage. "Bug out of here, Jeff. I want to have a private conversation with our star, Nita, and our band boy who thinks he's a big-time agent now." Alan's voice dripped with sarcasm. Jeff sheepishly slunk over to Sheila who sat at a table near the stage. Sheila rose, flashed a questioning look at Kevin, then departed with Jeff.
When the big room was empty except for just the three of them, Alan came down from the stage, walked casually over to Nita and Kevin and threw a hard right fist that caught Kevin squarely on the jaw. Kevin fell to the floor hard, then sat shaking his head.
"You rotten cocksucker!" Alan spat. "You fuckin' traitor!" He turned then to Nita and advanced for her. Kevin jumped to his feet and threw a vicious left hook that landed high, eatching the long-haired band leader in the temple. Alan dropped to one knee, dazed, then rose to continue the fight.
"Stop it!" Nita screamed. "Both of you! Do you want to kill each other?" She stepped between them. Kevin felt the adrenalin surging through him. Alan had threatened Nita-his Nita-and at the moment he didn't care about his job, money, the future, anything. He wanted only to kill the man who had been his best friend with his bare hands. He stepped forward again to finish the fight but, again, Nita stopped him.
"Let the dumb bastard go," Alan said. "Come on, Kevin. Come on, you little chicken shit, and get your head knocked off before you pack up and leave. You really blew it. Now you ain't got a job ... nothin'. You can go back to L.A. and get a job as a clerk in some department store. It's where you belong. You never had any brains, anyway. You always were just a football player, anyway-and a half-assed one at that. I tried to give my downtrodden buddy a break and he blew it. Get out, Kevin!"
Nita stamped her foot hard and both men looked at her in shock. Kevin had never seen Nita lose her cool so completely.
"Use your head, Alan. You talk about brains? Jesus! If I weren't here, Kevin would probably break you in half-either that or mess up your face so bad you wouldn't be able to go on stage tonight. Let's be realistic and adult, shall we?" She went over and sat down at one of the tables. "All right, gentlemen. Over here. We're going to talk calmly and intelligently and get matters straight." She laughed, shaking her lovely blonde head. "Besides, I think I'm a little too sophisticated for this sort of scene. I don't feel like registering shock and fear while Lumberjack A and Lumberjack B tear up the barroom in a B movie-type brawl."
Kevin joined Nita at the table. Alan sat down, too. Kevin had never seen a woman take command of a situation so completely. Nita was totally poised, unruffled.
"All right, Alan, what's the problem? Are you bugged because I didn't come to work last night and the last shows bombed? Well, that's just an indication of how things would be for The Constellations every night without me. I'm not being arrogant. It just happens to be the truth. Without me, you're just another longhaired leader of another rock group."
Before Alan could answer, Nita then told him precisely how things were going t6 be. Kevin listened in amazement as she told him that he, Kevin, would continue in his present capacity at the same salary, that she wasn't going to play mistress with him anymore and from now on their relationship would be strictly professional. Alan listened calmly and, in the end, he merely nodded in agreement. Nita had told him the way it would be "between me and Kevin" and that if he didn't like it he could lump it. So he had decided to lump it. Actually, the way Nita had laid everything out- attorneylike in her conciseness and logic-there was nothing else he could do. To disagree with her would have spelled professional suicide. The Constellations minus Nita Farr left zero and he knew it.
When Nita had finished with Alan, he stood up and gave out a little mocking laugh a la Richard Widmark. "See you tonight at the first show," he said, turning.
"I'll pick up my things between the first and second shows," Nita called after him. "While you're balling one of your teenage fans."
Kevin stood up and went around and took Nita's hand. She stood up and ground her pelvis hard into his. "Jesus, will you remind me never to argue with you?" he said, grinning. "Already I feel slightly pussy-whipped. You not only made him an offer he couldn't afford to turn down, you castrated him! Jesus, Nita, you're in the wrong business. Nita Capone. You're absolutely ruthless."
Nita slid her arms around Kevin's neck so that her elbows overlapped behind his neck. She squeezed. "I was good, wasn't I? I love to play-different roles. I really do. Last night I played the roles of a whore, a mistress, a sadist, a mas-ochist, lots of things. Today I was a-a vicious, dominating woman." She tilted her head coyly to the side and smiled. "And tonight I'll play the part of a singer again."
"You're something else," Kevin said, feeling his organ stiffen inside his pants.
"I know it," she said. "I got charisma and ESP and lots of things. That's why I'm so good on stage. Also, I happen to have a damned good voice and lots of guts. Secretly, though, I'm scared to death on stage. Mostly, though, I have found the perfect male-type lover. You."
Kevin kissed her, long and tenderly. He felt he could never care for another female this way again in his lifetime. "Let's go somewhere and make love," he said. "Or are you playing another role? Yeah, I bet you see yourself now as the big seductress-teaser, right?"
"No, right now I'm just playing myself. You're the one who has to play the role. You have to go and tell Sheila, right? Let's save our lovemaking for after work tonight, darling ... please."
"All right," Kevin said, breaking away, feeling a little hurt but knowing Nita was right. His cock hurt, though. It throbbed.
"You find us a nice place to stay and don't scrimp 'cause I'll go halvsies on the rent. We have to have a nice place for our-our honeymoon. Then, after you've secured us a love nest and said farewell to Sheila, you move into it and I'll join you after the first show."
Kevin frowned, puzzled. "What are we going to do between now and then?"
"I'm going to go and have my hair fixed, sweet, and just-well, putter around." She turned her back to him abruptly.
"What do you mean 'putter around'?" Kevin asked. "What the hell are you talking about? Nita? Nita?" He grabbed her by the shoulder and jerked her hard so that she was facing him. There were tears in her eyes.
"Nita, what's wrong?"
"I just happen to like Sheila," she said, "and I know how she feels, about you. It won't be an easy good-bye. It will take time, Kev. You'll be kind, won't you?"
"Of course, I will."
"Yes, you'll be^ kind and she will, too. She won't just let you walk out. I think she'll want to make love to you just one last time ... yes, I know it."
"Don't be ridiculous," Kevin said. "She'll be furious-hurt and furious and sarcastic. What the hell are you talking about, Nita? Don't play actress with me now. Talk sense!"
Nita just reached out and, her eyes still filled with tears, patted Kevin on the cheek. "All right, dear. Whatever you say. You'll see. I know Sheila and I think I know you. Also, I told you I have this ESP thing. I expect you to handle your good-bye with Sheila the best way you can, and I know you'll do a splendid job, Kev. But then I don't want you to see very much of her afterward. Okay??'
"Okay." he said. There was something sort of clairvoyant about Nita. Kevin could feel it as she turned and walked away.
"See you later tonight, darling," she said. "You cocksman, you. That's what you are-a dirty old cocksman. Toodleoo."
Kevin listened to the hollow tapping sound of her high heels on the hard floor until she stepped onto the carpeting a few yards away. Then, her incredibly firm and shapely ass wagging in perfect semi-restraint within the tight-fitting, silver hip-huggers, she shoved against the wood partition so that it permitted her a small exit and disappeared from view.
What a woman! he thought. Complex, yet childlike and wonderful in every way. She had insisted on buying a complete and casual outfit instead of going back to her and Alan's motel room before their arrival at the rehearsal. Why? It was as though she needed a special costume for what she knew would be a special performance for Alan Worth. She was truly unique and he doubted if he (or any man) would ever fully understand or know her.
Nita couldn't have been more correct in predicting Sheila's reaction to his farewell speech. It was eerie. It was as though she had written the script herself. Sheila was reading a magazine-sprawled out on the king-size bed when he came in. Knowing it would sound ridiculous, he said, "Hi there," sat down in the chair, and crossed his legs out in front of him. Naturally, his legs were out in front of him, because it would be awkward to put them out behind him, although he would have placed them around his neck if he thought it would make his task any easier. Sheila was a damned good chick and he couldn't remember ever feeling so shitty as he felt right now about telling a person some-'thing, "Uh-"
"You and Nita getting together was inevitable," she said. "It was only a matter of time, Kev. You don't have to feel bad. I understand. 1 really do. You spent tlje night together and now it's going to be just the two of you from now on.'
"That's right, Sheila," Kevin said. He didn'1
bother to ask her how she had deduced all oi this any more than he had asked Nita how she knew in advance what Sheila's reaction would be. He wasn't confused and he wasn't puzzled and he refused to attempt to apply any form oi reason whatsoever to any of whatever the hell was going oh. Actually, he was resigned. Females had their very own mysterious and incomprehensible methods of communicating and intuiting everything and all of it was light years beyond him. To say that they were unpredictable would not only be a cliche, it would be the grossest understatement since George Bernard Shaw looked at the Grand Canyon and described it as "adequate."
"That's about it," Kevin replied. "You know I think a lot of you, Sheila. I really do."
Sheila patted the bed beside her. "Come here, Key," she said. "Come over and let's cuddle like rational, intelligent adults saving goodbye."
Kevin obeyed. He was beyond analyzing anything. Other forces had taken over and he was just another set of male cock and balls moving according to the capricious whim of some amused deity (or whatever) who was probably chuckling his ass off somewhere at the moment.
"We did love each other, didn't we, Kev?" Sheila asked.
Kevin nodded. The word love seemed a little formal, but they felt something strong for each other. "Sure," he said. "Yes, we did love each other. I'm glad you're taking this the way you are."
"That's because I love you and I want you to be happy. Also, Jeff and I are fond of each other and I wouldn't be surprised if we got some kind of relationship going soon."
"Jeff? Our Jeff? The drummer?" Kevin said, amazed.
"Yes, we had a long talk after the rehearsal. Jeff's very sensitive and understanding. He's dug me for a long time. That's what he told me.
Kevin couldn't figure out how Sheila could have solidified a new relationship on such short notice. Also, he didn't understand how Sheila could have been so certain of his commitment to Nita on the basis of one night's absence. He didn't even try to understand any of it.
Sheila began kissing his neck lingeringly and her hand touched his fly.
"That isn't necessary, Sheila," he said. "Look, I'm delighted that you're taking this whole business between me and Nita the way you are. Really. But I think it's best if I just leave now and come back later tonight between shows and get my things. You can stay here until the engagement's over and I'll take care of the tab. Don't worry about that. Now I think I'll just split out of here, okay?"
Sheila kneaded his crotch more insistently an4 a sly smile played about the corners of her mouth. "Yes, you can leave, Kevin. Of course.
But before you leave I want to say good-bye to you in my own special way. I want to. I honestly do. I think the least you can do for a girl is allow her-to say good-bye. All right?"
"You don't seem to understand," Kevin said. "Nita and I-we-we made it together. This isn't exactly ethical what you're suggesting." Despite himself, Kevin felt his prick rising inside his pants.
"Ummm," Sheila said. "There's my very special friend, and he's begging for an appropriate farewell." She squeezed his bulging crotch, then began unzipping his fly. His cock flopped out and twanged to attention. "Ummm, see he does want my special good-bye." She bent down and planted a wet kiss on Kevin's hard-on. "Just relax, Kev" she said. "I know this may seem slightly goofy to you, but grant me this one favor. Nita need never know."
"All right," Kevin said, resigned. He didn't understand Sheila's motives, but he decided to allow her this final sexual gesture. How Nita could have foreseen what was now taking place was really beyond him.
Kevin just lay there passively now while Sheila methodically slid his trousers down to his ankles. "I know you and Nita will be happy with each other and I don't want to interfere in any way," she said, "but I have this strange urge to satisfy you this way one last time."
"Very well," Kevin said, almost amused. "Proceed, Sheila."
"Spread your legs apart slightly," she said, scooting down so that her face was near his stiff erection.
Kevin obeyed, and then Sheila began massaging his cock and balls with both hands, openly admiring his stout prick. "It's been a very nice cock to me," she said, "and you've been very good to me, too. Ummm, just thinking of all the pleasure this big prick has given me makes my pussy run like a river." She squeezed his swollen meat and kissed his balls admiringly. The look of pleasure on her face-pleasure with a hint of agonizing desire too-was incredible to see. She seemed to be going out of her mind as she stroked his cock faster and tickled his balls with her fingers.
Kevin wished the guys in The Constellations could see her at work on him now. True, they'd all gang-banged her that first night, but he doubted they knew she could prove so adept at taking the aggressive role. Especially, he wished that the drummer, Jeff, could get a preview of what he was apparently destined to start receiving. Christ, she'd really progressed. From a starry-eyed fan she'd grown into a full-fledged woman in the sexual department. She now caressed his tool like a veteran, and she was enjoying it immensely.
"Feel good, sugar?" she asked, as if she didn't know. "Tell me how it feels."
Kevin placed his hands behind his head and stared down at her hands fondling his dribbling and hard shaft. "Terrific," he complimented, "but of course you know I always liked the way you handled a prick. That shouldn't come as any great surprise to you. I may be involved with Nita, but I haven't lost my memory, Sheila. Nor my imagination. I can imagine perfectly what your hot mouth is going to feel like as it slides back and forth over my rod, Sheila. A man doesn't forget that kind of thing. He knew she always liked him to tell her just how good it felt when she performed for him. Whether sucking his cock or getting fucked. She loved to hear the verbal compliments.
"Are you sure it feels really good?" she asked again, massaging his dripping cock so that it made slurping sounds as her hand stroked the skin.
"You just won't stop asking until I tell you, will you?" he said, "Okay, then, it feels wonderful. Better than anything. When are you going to start sucking it?"
"Pretty soon," she said. "Don't be so eager. Men. You're all alike!" She laughed. "Well, you'll be sticking this handsome prick in some other girl from now on. She'll be sucking it for you and giving it all the pleasure I've been giving it. You'll be shooting your come into her instead of me. Well, that's the breaks, I guess. Farewell, my big sweetheart," she cooed, bending and kissing its head. She let her tongue tease the slit in the head and ran her forefinger around the edge of it, too. "Mommy is going to miss you." She ceased her tonguing then and gazed up at Kevin's face to examine his facial expression. "Maybe I should just jack it off and watch your sperm fly out, huh, Kev? That would leave me with a nice mental picture to remember. You always did shoot out an incredible amount of sperm."
"Whatever you want," Kevin said. "Do as you please." He was trying to let her have her way and get this over with as soon as possible. Somehow, his loving Nita and having sex with Sheila at the same time made him feel guilty -even if Nita had more or less sanctioned this farewell between them. Secretly, though, as long as she had come this far, he wished she would give him one of her blow jobs. They were her specialty, and whether he was committed to Nita or not, the thought of her hot mouth drawing on his prick until he came excited him. He was not in a position to be impartial at the moment. She had him at a disadvantage. Unquestionably. "Yes, you-you do whatever-you w-want," he repeated.
She propped herself up on her elbow so that she Was more comfortable-obviously intent on making a real meal of his meat-and tilted her head to one side. "No, on second thought," she said, "I think I would like to taste your creamy spunk just one more time-swallow it down. Yes, that's what I'm going to do. Although I guess I could jack you off and then lap it all up." She dismissed this last idea. "No, a blow job it is," she decided finally.
Whatever it is, Kevin thought, let's get on with it. He was aroused more than he cared to show and he longed for the heat of her mouth on his member. Involuntarily, he began pumping his hips and groaning. He decided to give her a final show suddenly. He reached down and began stroking his gristle hunk, jacking off and watching the enraptured expression on her face at the same time.
"Sheila?"
"What?"
"Go ahead and suck it now, baby. Yes, I remember how it feels. Perfectly. Go ahead and suck it just the way you used to."
She didn't answer and so he continued, lost in the excitement of the moment and not thinking about Nita at all now. "You know I never fucked a girl like you until that first night together. I've told you that before. And your cocksucking ability-it's been fantastic. Go ahead and suck. Please?" He went on that way, knowing she loved the brand of conversation he was delivering.
"In a minute," she said. "You know, I have my period now, or else we could fuck, too. Too bad. I have cramps and I don't feel well. Besides, it would be too messy."
"Whatever you want," Kevin said again. "I don't care. Just let's us do something soon."
"I care, though," she said, jacking harder on his wanger. She lay with her head on his upper legs now and staring at his genitals as she fondled his testicles. "This last time should be extra special," she said. "Still, with my period it wouldn't be right to fuck. No, I'm just going to give you a giant, yummy cocksuck."
"All right then, do it!" Kevin said. Was she secretly trying to torture him, he wondered. Maybe she had devised this teasing as a sort of vengeful good-bye. "Go ahead and start sucking and let's stop talking about it."
"Okay, but be patient. Remember, this isn't ever going to happen again between us. You have to grant me some consideration. I'm entitled to at least that, aren't I?"
So that was her game, Kevin thought. The dirty bitch had picked this way to get even. Son-ofabitch. Pretty smart, he had to admit. Then she astounded him by going into action without further delay.
"Now just relax, Kev, and let me make you come."
She bent her head now and encircled his prick with her hot mouth and the sensation of the wet heat on his tingling organ after all that teasing nearly made him faint. Jesus, he thought, she is a great cocksucker. He would never forget that. He couldn't!
Then she was licking his prick, fluttering her tongue all up and down his rod and even taking his balls into her hot mouth. Not that she hadn't done this before. She had. But it was the idea that this was a final dedication, a tribute to the prick she loved, that excited him. That, of course, along with her impeccable technique. He could hear the sound of her saliva as she began the steady, rhythmic pumping up and down on his swollen organ, and he began playing with her titties too while his other hand clamped hard on her beautiful auburn head so that he could pretend he was fucking-fucking her mouth. Already he was getting ready to come. Oh, Jesus. How could a man have had the sex with another woman he had experienced just last night and already be ready for more. Sex was an amazing thing. You just never seemed to get enough of it.
"I'm getting ready to come," he said.
She grunted an unintelligible reply without missing a beat and her head bobbed faster, faster while her hand clutched the base of his cock hard, guiding it, and her other hand worked in a circular movement over his nuts. There it was ... there it was ... coming now ... coming now ... Jesus... Oh, there it came!
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Kevin screamed, bucking as the intense orgasm struck, wracking his body from head to toe. There was no comparing orgasms. No use comparing this one, for instance, with those he had experienced last night with Nita. They were all good. Comparing them was like comparing the steak dinner you were eating at the moment with the one you had last night. The one you were experiencing now, the one that sent you to the heights at this instant, always seemed the best!
He lay there shuddering and Sheila kept her mouth on his prick, nursing, the way she knew he liked it. Her head was resting on his stomach and he could see her throat contracting. It didn't surprise him to see that she made no effort to move away now that his orgasm was completed. She had been a sperm drinker from the beginning.
He decided to tell her that she didn't have to stay there-that she could stop now if she wanted to. He guessed that, in a way, he wanted to test her and learn if she were really as fond of guzzling his come as she had always pretended. Somehow, he had imagined that lier come drinking had been a kind of act for his benefit, and he wanted to know for sure now that the relationship between them was over. He felt he owed her the opportunity to cease guzzling if she wanted to and end the charade at last-if that was what it had been. Also, he just plain wanted to know the truth. Deep down, he guessed, he'd always suspected females of being actresses in the sex department and it always plagued him somewhat that one day (like right now when there was no further need to act) they would suddenly inform him that they had detested all the things (or at least most of them) that they had professed to enjoy sexually.
He started to sit up, deciding not to say anything, just to leave the choice to her.
"Stay still, Kevin!" she commanded. "You know it's better if you rest up for a while afterward. I've told you that. You don't want to get up so soon. Besides, you know how I love to drink down the last little drips of your juice. Just relax, Kev." And she resumed her gentle sucking. , So she did like swallowing his come, he thought. I'll be goddamned. He'd certainly hit the jackpot as far as girls liking to swallow come. And he djdn't even have a hangup in that area! He'd just happened to meet a lot of females who liked come cocktails. Of course, he did have to admit, that since he'd become accustomed to Sheila's brand of blow jobs that he had developed something of a hangup.
Kevin relaxed as Sheila had commanded and, oddly, his prick began to rise again in a few minutes. At first, as usual, his prick head had been ultra-sensitive, but now the gentle washing of Sheila's expert torgue was bringing on a hard-on again. She took his cock out of her mouth then and a little string of semen, like a miniature strand of taffy, ran from the slit in the end of his member to her mouth.
"You're amazing, Kevin," she said, grinning. "You always were. You're actually getting hard again." She broke the long strand that ran from his cock to her mouth. "I'll never be able to forget you, Kev. What endurance!"
They chatted for a while, Sheila idly fondling his cock. Then she said, "My mouth's a little tired, but if you want me to, I'll do it again. This is a special occasion, you know."
"Really?"
Already she had begun kissing his stiff meat adoringly, the way a little girl kisses a favorite doll. "Yes, really. Want me to suck it again? I'll bet you've still got plenty of spunk left in those big balls of yours." She squeezed his testicles affectionately.
Actually, Kevin didn't really care for another blow job, but the thought of getting two in such a short time intrigued him and, as she had pointed out, this was a special occasion.
"Okay," he said. "Go ahead. Suck it off again
...if you can."
She turned him so that he lay on his side this time. Then, resting her cheek so that it lay on the mattress, she began sucking his prick sideways. Kevin writhed* thrusting his cock once again into the-hot mouth and staring down at his meat hunk sliding in and out of her lips as her cheeks got hollow from the suction. She really adored sucking his cock. She had definitely proved that to him. Also, he could tell she was a cocksucking addict by the way she grasped it with her smooth hand and tugged beggingly on his ass. If anything, his organ was more sensitive than before--God, was it ever!-and he would come even faster this time, he realized. For an instant, before, when he had challenged, 'Suck it off again-if you can,' he had meant the remark as a dare, but now he realized he would be spewing forth what was left of his sperm in record time.
God, it was fantastic to learn for certain that a woman really liked swallowing come. All doubt had been removed from his mind now. Jesus, it was feeling far better than when she'd sucked him off the first time. She seemed to be seeing just how far she could take his cock into her mouth. She had it way back, trying to ingest it.
"Suck! Suck!" he commanded, getting sadistic. It had become his pattern, he knew. Then, all of a sudden, he knew he was there. Try as he might, he couldn't hold back any longer. His insides seemed to do a flip-flop and he began shaking all over as the first waves of prickly tingles struck his groin and then spread crazily, reverberating and crashing back and forth up and down his arms and legs. This time his prick head felt as though it would fly off into her mouth along with his spend and, as Sheila nursed it dry as before, he held her head so that she would know to be extra gentle.
Once again, after a few minutes, she let his organ fall from his mouth. This time, though, she scooted up and cuddled beside him so that her face was close to his. He thought he could smell the odor of come on her breath as she spoke. That was strange, he thought. He didn't know that come had an odor. Maybe it was just his imagination.
"Very tasty," she said, "and thank you for permitting me the farewell cocksuck." She patted his cheek.
"You're welcome," he said, forcing himself to keep a straight face. She was thanking him!
"I know you and Nita will be very happy, and I have a feeling you're really going places, Kev. I wish you the best. Who knows? You may even become a big agent someday. Then maybe you'll remember me. I am a good singer, Kev. You know that. If Jeff and I started our own group, maybe you could get us a booking. Do you suppose?"
"Sure," Kevin said. "I'll do anything I can."
So that was the reason for this final blow job, he thought. Why did Sheila have to go and spoil his trust in people and their goddam pure motives? She had lined up Jeff and now proposed to use him in order to advance a career in singing that she'd been dreaming of ever since he'd met her. He should have guessed there was something freaky about their farewell. Of course, there was a chance he was wrong about Sheila, but he doubted it. He shook his head and emitted a-bitter laugh.
"What's the matter?" Sheila asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Nothing at all. Well, I have to go now. Thanks for-for the farewell. Take care."
VII
Closing night at the Oasis Club in Las Vegas began as any other closing night since Kevin had joined The Constellations. There was the usual happy banter between the musicians backstage as they cased their instruments and prepared the amplifiers and other equipment for the flight to Lake Tahoe the following morning. Opening nights were invariably tense, no matter where the engagement, but closing nights were always gay affairs. There was something about moving on to someplace new-any new place- and departing from a location that had grown slightly boring that created an air of festivity.
Practically all the equipment had been labeled or tagged for tomorrow's flight when Alan-obviously high on pills-entered with a delectable young blonde who could not have been more than nineteen. She, too, had obviously been taking whatever Alan had used drugwise, for her eyes were glazed and she weaved slightly as she made her entrance. Kevin's heart sank. Alan's appearance at packing-up time invariably meant delay and he'd looked forward to meeting Nita as soon as possible at their motel room.
"Hey, everybody," Alan called out, flinging his girl companion into the center of the commotion. "This here is Alicia. She's the best little fuck and cocksucker I've had in ages. Aren't you, sugar? Also, she just loves musicians. All musicians!"
Alicia's hair was hanging in her face and she smiled stupidly, as though the introduction were a compliment. "Uh-sure," she mumbled. "I love musicians. I love anything you love, Alan." She avoided responding to her prowess as a cocksucker.
"Then show it, honey," Alan continued. "These guys are first-rate performers. They get lonely, horny. Don't you, fellahs?"
Suddenly the meaning was clear and all the members of the group, except the drummer, Jeff, formed a tight circle about the bleary-eyed Alicia. The men sensed that it was gang-bang time and they seemed eager. Kevin's heart beat hard within his chest. He had witnessed three or four gang-bangs by the sex-happy Constellations- even participated in the first he'd seen with Sheila-but now there was something about them that turned his stomach. Not that the girls in question hadn't enjoyed them-they had-but it seemed unfair of Alan to toss this obviously drugged beauty to the wolves this way. There was something particularly vicious in Alan's manner tonight, too j Ever since Nita had deserted him for Kevin, he had been behaving even more erratically than usual.
"Okay, boys," Alan spat. "It's suck and fuck time. Alicia's willing. She told me so. And I assure you I primed her before bringing her over here."
Alan's manner was that of some degenerate emperor, a jaded monarch, tossing an innocent maiden to the lions. The musicians grinned, making suggestive remarks, and Alicia continued to grin seductively, encouraging them. Kevin saw Sheila slip quietly out the side entrance without even bothering to say good-bye to Jeff. There was the odor of the lynch mob in the air.
Alan was the first to whip his cock out. He flopped it up and down and gradually it grew erect. Then the others followed his lead. All of them stood there with their pricks exposed, jacking off and playing with themselves. One of the group, a guitar player, Mark, grabbed Alicia by her breasts and gruffly kissed Alicia. She broke away, giggling, enjoying the attention and the promise of sexual activity to come with the performers.
"Lock the door!" Alan called, and somebody obeyed.
Then hands were all over Alicia, stripping her clothes away until she stood naked and still laughing hysterically. Perspiration ap-. peared on the men's foreheads and their eyes became lustful slits. "Hold her, Mark!" someone called. "Yeah, that's it. Sid, you go first!"
Two men held Alicia by the shoulders, grabbing at her twin ivory mounds at the same time, while Sid Martin began forcing his bulging hard-on between the young girl's lips. She welcomed the giant cock, taking it firmly in her hand and lapping greedily up and down the stout shaft. She munched on the tool frantically, desperately, as though she feared it might get away from her.
"Hold her tight!" Jimmy commanded, moving behind her and holding his extended rod like a weapon. "I wanna get my prick into that tight young cunt while she gives you guys head." He fitted himself to Alicia who wagged her ass appreciatively as he fed himself into her. "Save her tender young asshole for me!" Mark called. "I dig fucking these new ones in the butt. I like to stick my wanger where they never had it before!"
Jimmy began fucking hard, thrusting his hips mercilessly into Alicia's young pussy. He held her curved hips in his hands and fucked so that he could watch his own slurping entrance and exit. "Okay," he called back to Mark, "I'll save her asshole for you. Oh, man, this hot snatch is something else! Ummmmm... Yeah!"
Alan leaned against the wall, jacking himself off, laughing spastically as he directed the activity. "Woooeeeee!" he yowled. "Don't I bring you guys nice girlies to fuck? Huh? Don't I? How many leaders would share a tender little candy-ass beauty with their boys, huh? Yeah i.. yeah ... give it to her good."
Alicia was practically choking on the cock in her mouth now. Her cheeks were hollowed and Kevin could hear the sounds of suction from where he stood. Despite himself, his own cock stood straight and hard inside his pants. He felt revulsion, true, but the sight before him was too stimulating to leave. The girl was digging the hell out of the scene, anyway, he rationalized. Jesus, was she ever!
Alicia let the prick flop from her mouth and pained pleasure spread over her delicate young features. "Ohhhhh," she cried. "You guys ... you guys ... ohhhhh. The Constellations are actually fucking me! Ohhhhh, this is too much. I want you to fuck me anywhere, everywhere! Do whatever you want with me! Ohhh, it's really The Constellations. You guys like me ... you-like me and want my body, don't you? Yessssss ... do me ... me good!"
Alan came over then and shoved Jimmy aside. "Okay, Jim boy, you've had enough of that tight little puss. Let me fuck her in the ass for a while."
"Hey, I had reservations on her butt!" Mark seemed annoyed that Alan was going to sink his meat into Alicia's ass before him.
"Never mind," Alan hissed. "I'm the boss, aren't I? I'll loosen up that tight little bung of hers some more for you, Mark. You'll like it better that way."
Cruelly, harshly, Alan began jabbing the head of his organ into Alicia without any preparation. For the first time, Kevin noticed that the young girl winced in pain. "Oh, not so hard!" she begged. "Who's that? Oh, please ... you're hurting me ... please..'. please not so fast!"
Alan ignored her painful pleas and Kevin could see that his boss had embedded his prick into Alicia's little butt hole up to the hilt. Tears streamed down Alicia's cheeks as she begged for mercy, but Alan only pumped harder, driving his meat still more savagely into her.
At the same time, Randy, who had been helping Mark hold Alicia while Sid fucked her in the mouth (not that she'd required holding until Alan's anal attack), pushed Sid aside, grabbed Alicia's hair and forced his cock into her mouth. Sobbing, she mechanically accepted the second tool as it slid between her lips harshly. Kevin heard her muffled sobs fade as the big member drove to the back of her throat.
The situation seemed to be getting out of hand. Definitely. But despite himself, Kevin could not take his eyes from the spectacle before him. He stared, fascinated, hypnotized against his will, as the men had their way with .their now somewhat unwilling victim. "Hey, gang," Kevin called. "Come on. Take it easy, huh? I don't think she's: digging it anymore. Let's quit, all right? What do you say?"
Kevin's efforts to spare the girl went unheard amidst the grunts and groans of the men as they unleashed their sexual fury on the girl.
"Oh, shut up, you chicken shit bastard!" Alan yelled at Kevin between thrusts. "If you don't like what's going on, why don't you leave? Afraid to sample the wares, Kev? Afraid that bitch, Nita, will bawl you out for cheating on her? What's she done-castrated you already?"
Kevin nearly lost his cool and advanced to knock Alan's taunting face from his shoulders, but something held him back. Perhaps it was the fact that Alan was fucking. Maybe it was some ancient sexual code that prevented him from attacking another male who was in the act of fornicating. He didn't know. He hated himself then, for he just stood there, helplessly watching the men alternate between fucking Alicia's mouth and rotating positions so that they could fuck her cunt or ass, he couldn't tell which.
It was Alan who suggested they "give it to her in every hole she's got." The men responded to his suggestion immediately. Mob rule had definitely taken over. "Lay her down on that pad there and we'll let her suck cock while one fucks her cunt and somebody else fucks her asshole at the same time. Woooeeee!" he screamed. "We playin' porcupine, guys. We stickin' her in every hole she's got. Too bad we can't fuck her in the ear, eh?"
Alicia's crying had ceased now and, to Ke-. vin's surprise, she didn't resist as the men moved her over to one of the khaki, quilted piano pads on the floor. She seemed slightly the worse for wear but still game for gang sex now that her rectum had become accustomed to the probing penis.
"As-as long as nobody h-hurts me," she stammered. "It's-it's okay, but take it e-easy on my b-bottom, please."
"Sure, honey," Alan promised. "Guess I did get a little rough on your behind there. Everything's gonna be just dandy from now on, though. You'll see."
Jeff, who had thus far not participated in the group sex assault, still gaped from afar. He sidestepped over beside Kevin. "There's something about this I don't dig," he said. "I mean, she's just too damned out of it on pills."
Kevin nodded. "I know what you mean," he said, glad that someone else felt the same way. "It sort of turns my stomach even." He studied Jeff's, freckled features. At first, he had felt just a trace of jealousy when Sheila had told him she and Jeff would be pairing off. His jealousy disappeared totally now. Somehow he, was pleased that Sheila had at least picked a male who still possessed some trace of decency. Yes, he definitely felt a respect for Jeff because he hadn't jumped Alicia.
"It's not that a naked girl getting screwed doesn't turn me on," he said, gesturing at his stiff hard on. "It does. But-well, frankly, Kevin, I've got the hots for Sheila and jumping this little chick really turns me off."
Kevin grinned and punched Jeff's arm playfully in a gesture of camaraderie. "You don't have to explain, Jeff. I understand. I feel the same way because I have Nita now. I don't need this crap anymore. This chick's high and she's defenseless. So who needs it?"
Jeff gestured toward Alan, who was positioning Alicia on her hands and knees-getting her ready for whatever he had in mind. He had assumed the role of director of operations. "Looks to me as though Alan thinks he needs it," he said. "I don't understand how a guy can screw practically any little broad he wants and then think he needs this action, too. Jesus, I mean there's got to be a limit somewhere."
Kev.in shook his head. "Alan Worth doesn't know anything about moderation. You might say he's a trifle jaded."
"Well, I think I'll split now and meet Sheila," Jeff said. "So long."
"So long," Kevin said. "I should leave and meet Nita, too, but I think somebody should stay and make sure things don't get out of hand. Alan's pretty high and I don't want the girl to get really hurt."
"Good idea," Jeff said, and left.
Kevin sat down on the floor-there were no chairs handy-and viewed the proceedings. It seemed ridiculous sitting there that way, but his instinct told him to stay. The arrangement of bodies before him-all naked now-was truly bizarre. Young Alicia was crouched on hands and knees and, laying on his back beneath her, Mark was easing his prick into her vagina. Behind her, at the same time, Jimmy was feeding his organ into her asshole. Alan stood before Alicia, like a captain at the wheel, and obviously intended to get oral gratification while the other two men pumped at both of Alicia's rear hole. Like a useless extra .player, big Sid circled the group several times before he shrugged helplessly and decided to scoot under Alicia and nurse on her dangling breasts. Laying that way on his back, Sid looked a little like a garage mechanic beneath a car.
Alan was taking his time until he was certain both Mark and Jimmy had inserted their members. He just rubbed his stiff organ all over Alicia's beautiful but, by now, slightly sagging features. First he rubbed his tool against Alicia's cheeks, then her hair and eyes and ears came into the act. Fading slightly, Alicia nevertheless kept trying to encircle his prick with her open and closing mouth. She looked like a child trying to bite a halloween apple dangling from a string.
Suddenly her eyes opened wide apart and she cried, "Ahhhh, Oh God ... easy you guys ... Jesus, Ohhhhhh. Easy! E&asseeeeeee! Two pricks at once ... I don't know ... a girl isn't made for that. Ohhh, but it does feel sort of good if-if you'll just go real easy ... Ah ... Ouch ... Eee. Please go slow, huh? Please?"
Both Mark and Jimmy had no intention of going easy. That was clear. They were thrusting their hips for all they were worth, grinding their pelvises without concern for Alicia's pleas for amnesty, at least consideration.
"Hey, I can feel your prick bumping into mine!" Mark yelled to Jimmy. "This is really something. I can actually feel you fucking her cunt while I fuck her ass. How 'bout that! Ya-hoooo! Ride 'em, cowboy!"
Jimmy clutched Alicia's hips still harder and drove himself even harder. "Yeah, I know what you mean. This is too much! Wow! Who ever heard of a girl getting everywhere at once. Bet my prick's harder than yours. Let's have a war. Yeah, the war of the pricks. There ... there ... bam... yeah. Take that, man!"
"Oh yeah," Mark yelled, accepting the challenge. "My lance is stiffer than yours. Take that ... and that... and that!"
Kevin winced as he watched the two men in their weird form of jousting. Again, though, he found himself stimulated by the whole scene. He felt rotten-absolutely rotten-that his feelings were the way they were, but he was actually enjoying this spectacle. He had no idea a female could accommodate two wangers at the same time this way.
"Oh, stop," Alicia begged. "Please stop banging so hard. I don't want to end up in the hospital! You're-you're hurting me!"
"Calm down!" Kevin yelled. "She's right. You put her in the hospital and we'll all be in trouble. Go gentle... Mark... Jimmy!"
His yelling seemed to snap Mark and jimmy out of their trances momentarily, for they slowed down noticeably and fucked at a more moderate tempo.
"That-Hthat's better," Alicia sighed. "I guess
I can take two cocks at once, but you have to go slow-real slow." Beneath her Sid sucked furiously at her nipples. His big erection stood straight up in the air-like a weapon with no enemy to attack. He was squeezing with both hands and darting from breast to breast with his mouth like a starving maniac.
"Hey, don't bite my nips so hard!" Alicia yelled. "Jesus, you guys get so rough. Just suck 'era... please don't bite, huh?"
Alan, who was still rubbing his prick all over Alicia's face, literally wiping his dribbling organ like a face cloth all over her features, seemed to be enjoying everything immensely. Kevin had noticed that each act that brought a cry of pain or protest from Alicia had made his drug-glazed eyes light up even brighter.
"We're indoctrinatin' you, sugar!" he taunted, holding the back of her head with one hand while he cock-whipped her face with the other. "You want to be able to tell your friends what a kicky bunch The Constellations are, don't you? Well, here we are. You're going to be living proof that this is one group that knows how to satisfy a girl. Total satisfaction guaranteed. Yeah. Yahoooooo ... doesn't the porcupine like the action, huh? You don't mean our porcupine is chickenin' out, do you? Listen, you're something special. We don't do this for every girl. In fact, you're the first chick who's gotten stuck in every hole at once by us. This is a first, honey!
You should be proud."
"I-I don't mind, Alan, as long-as long as they don't hurt me, that's all."
Alan suddenly stopped wiping his rod against her face and blinked, as though his drug-clouded brain had cleared momentarily. "Hey, what am I talkin' about? You haven't got a prick in all your holes. Here I am foolin' around. I don't even have my cock in your mouth! What the hell's the matter with me? We ain't even playin' porcupine! Not really. Okay, baby"-and now he inserted his organ hard and straight right into Alicia's mouth. Instantly, her head jerked back as Alan's flesh spear struck the back of her throat, but Alan held her head hard in place.
"Now we is playin' true porcupine!" he screamed. "Every prick has a nice hot home except poor Sid's. Reach over there and jack off Sid while's he's suckin' on your boobies." Alan took her hand and placed it around Sid's member and Sid immediately increased his sucking efforts and thrust at Alicia's hand.
"Good!" Alan yelled. "Perfect!" He glanced over at Kevin. "Hey, Kev, you ain't gettin' any! Too bad a guy can't fuck a woman's belly button, isn't it?"
"Never mind," Kevin said. "I'm just fine. Why don't you guys hurry up and finish before this girl is hurt? Come on, Alan. Be smart."
"Yeah," he said. "Maybe you're right. I don't know, though. She seems to be holdin' up all right. Sure, she's good for another ten minutes or so."
Kevin took a deep breath and tried to forget about his own hard-on. It was incredible the way drugs completely changed Alan's character, his speech, everything. Kevin knew that Alan was capable of being somewhat sensitive. But when he got on the speed and the grass he went beserk. He even spoke like a half-educated degenerate when he got high. Obviously, too, Alan hadn't even considered what the consequences might be from such a gang-bang. The girl was, after all, a minor. He was risking the reputations of his men, himself, of Nita. The Constellations could get in deep trouble professionally if a gang-bang ever made the papers.
"Wrap it up," Kevin said sternly. "Let's all go home."
"Naw, you go to Nita and leave us alone," Alan said, thrusting harder with his hips.
"I say this chick is beat. Let's not press our luck. Wrap it up or I'm going to wrap it up for you-all of you!"
Alan tried to speak, but the pleasure Alicia was delivering to his organ prevented it. "Okay ... guess ... you're ... right," he managed to say. "Get your r-rocks off and let's g-get out... of here!" he said to the others. "N-now!"
The men obeyed and all three of them drove harder for their climaxes. Even Alicia's hand jacking off Sid's prick worked faster. The poor girl was probably desperate to end the attack.
Moments later it was like a Fourth of July spectacular as cocks began spurting. First, Sid's rod went off, sending a whale spout of sperm high into the air. Then, Alan's own semen began running in rivulets down Alicia's chin as she gulped all of his spend she could swallow. Finally, both Mark and Jimmy reached their orgasms within seconds of each other, spasmed, grunted, and lay panting on the floor.
Alan wiped off the remains of his load in Alicia's hair and collapsed beside her on the floor. The girl seemed to be in pain now, visibly. She jerked and twitched as though some of the drugs were wearing off.
"Get dressed, you guys," Kevin said. "All of you."
They obeyed and Alan didn't seem to object to Kevin's assuming the role of authority. Possibly, the effects of whatever drugs he'd consumed had diminished, too.
When everybody had dressed, Alan told the men to meet him for a late snack. They agreed and left. Alicia stood leaning against the wall, a total mess,.as though waiting for Alan to invite her, too. "Come on, Kevin," he said. "Leave the dumb bitch here and let's get something to eat."
Kevin shook his head. "No, you go ahead. I'll take care of Alicia. Somebody has to drive her home and smooth things over. Believe me, you can't keep getting away with just dumping chicks when you're through them. She's not of age. You can get in big trouble if you're not careful."
"Bullshit!" Alan spat.
"You may think it's bullshit, but I still work for you and I do what I think's best. You may not know ity but I've straightened out a lot of sticky situations with your women in the past. I'll handle this one, too."
Alan focused his eyes with difficulty and stood staring at Kevin as he weaved. "I guess you have been a good employee, baby," he said. "Yeah, I guess you have helped the old boss out a few times."
Kevin laughed. "If you only knew ..."
"Okay, Kev, you take care of things. See you tomorrow at the airport."
Alan left and Kevin helped Alicia to the door. He stopped there, deciding he couldn't let anybody see her in public the way she was. "Give me your purse, Alicia. Better let me comb your hair."
"You-you want to f-fuck me-you-you going to s-suck me, too?" she mumbled unintelligibly. Christ, she even smiled. She was even more smashed out of her gourd than he had realized. "No," Kevin said, "thanks, but I have a date. I'm not going to fuck or suck you, Alicia."
"Thank God," she sighed, staggering as he combed her hair. "Jesus, those Constellations are really something. They ask a lot of a girl. I -I feel proud and-honored to-to have them like me and-and want me this way, but-"
And then she burst into tears. "Oh, God, I hurt all over! I really do."
"Easy, Alicia. You'll be all right as soon as I get you to bed. You need rest. You'll be all right."
Just then, about twenty yards away, Alan called. He had apparently stopped to gaze at the stars while on his "trip" and had delayed in joining the others. "Ahhhahhh," he slurred. "I get it now. You wanted to get rid of us so you could ball the dollie by yourself. Pretty smart, Kev."
"Go home, Alan. I don't want to knock you on your ass. You might not make it to the airport tomorrow and then we'd all be in trouble. Get your ass out of here before I kick it off. I mean it!" Kevin felt rage welling up within his chest.
Surprisingly, Alan did as he was told and wandered off, and minutes later Kevin had Alicia in a taxi and cruising down the Strip. She couldn't remember where she had stayed, but finally recalled the motel where she and her girl friends were registered. They ^got there and Kevin had the driver wait while he escorted Alicia to the door.
She paused at the doorway and leaned against it. "Hey, you should come on in. My friends haven't had any action tonight. Why not make it with one of them?" she giggled.
Kevin was glad to see that she was not as bad as he had thought. To his amazement, he found himself thinking about the young and tender stuff beyond the door with desire. He remembered Nita and blinked. What the hell was he thinking of? "No-no thanks," he said. "You go on in and get some rest, and remember not to mention tonight to anybody. The Constellations may represent a sexual trophy to you, but it's better for everybody if you just keep quiet."
Again Alicia giggled. "I understand," she said, but then she dropped to her knees right there by the front door. "It won't take long to suck you off," she said. "I mean^ if you're not going to ball my girl friends-"
Kevin lifted her to her feet and slapped her lightly. "No, forget it! Where are your folks?"
"My folks? Oh, they're in Los Angeles. We- we h-hitchhiked here."
"I see," Kevin said. "Well, get some rest. Good night."
"Good night. Hey, are you impotent or something." She laughed.
Kevin didn't bother to answer. He went to the cab without looking back.
Alicia began pounding on the door and yelling. "Hey, Marcie, Linda! Get up. I got one of The Constellations out here. Wanna ball? Want to fuck a Constellation?"
She was screaming at the top of her voice. "They're really something. I-I'll never be able to walk again. Come out! Hey, open up. I got a Constellation that wants to fuck and suck!"
Kevin waited in the cab until the door opened and Alicia was safely inside. Then he directed the driver to Nita's. Alan would have to be careful. Someday a teenager was going to nail his ass if he wasn't more discreet with drugs and sex. That was for sure.
VIII
The flight to Lake Tahoe went without a hitch and by five the following afternoon all the equipment was set up at The Sahara Hotel lounge for the opening that night. Kevin and Nita found a cabin right on the lake within walking distance of the hotel and comfortably distant from the rest of the group.
"I'm really delighted the way you handled Sheila," Nita said, puffing. She had just finished putting the last of her things in the closet of What would be their home for the next three weeks and she was exhausted. "She seems to have made the adjustment from you to Jeff smoothly."
Kevin lay down on the bed beside her. "Yeah, it's enough to give a guy a complex about his sexual prowess. Here I thought I was irreplaceable and Jeff's assumed my sexual duties with no problem. Let's just say Sheila's highly flexible. One male organ's as good as another, I guess."
Nita bit his ear. "You know that isn't so, darling."
"Whatever you say."
"Anyway," Nita said, "I am proud of the way you let her down even if I am a little jealous of that final scene with her."
Kevin shook his head in amazement. "Look, you little witch with ESP. You even predicted the way she'd act. So don't blame me."
"Yes, I suppose so. Do you want to make love?"
Oddly, Kevin just felt tired. Setting up the equipment for tonight had tired him. "At the risk of sounding like an old man, why don't we take a nap first?"
"Okay," she said. "I can tell when the novelty has worn off." Fortunately, she was grinning. She was obviously tired, too. "We sleep now ... fuck later ... ugh. See, I have now slipped into my Indian role. We are at Lake Tahoe, which is an Indian name, so now I play the part of a squaw. You had no idea you had such a versatile lover, did you?"
"No, I didn't, but I sort of guessed it. I mean, you did drop a few clues."
Kevin got up and went and stood looking out the window. It was just getting dark. Lake Tahoe was one of the most beautiful places in the world-maybe the most beautiful, he thought. He stood staring out at the deep blue water and the big trees and inhaled deeply. Fresh air laced with the smell of pine. It was a good change from Vegas. He felt happy and lucky. He felt pleased that he was making more money and things had worked out as well as they had with Alan. He had beautiful Nita and he was learning about booking the group, and everything, as someone had said before, was coming up roses. They would have three weeks together in this comfortable, rustic cabin.
"Jesus, I'm happy," he said.
Nita was smiling at him from the bed. "I know you are," she said. "And you deserve it. When you stop being happy, I'll know that, too. I know absolutely everything about everybody and everything. Remember, I'm a witch. Also," she added, "I'm very happy, too. Oh, Kev-"
Kevin wished he hadn't decided to make several long distance calls this evening. He had forgotten them. It was necessary to call Cincinnati and Chicago regarding the group's upcoming dates early this evening. He sighed. He would rather make love to Nita after all, but those damned telephone calls came first.
"I just remembered I have to call Chicago and Cincy," he said. "I can't take a nap yet. You go ahead and sleep. You should be fresh for tonight. I'll come and lie down with you in a while."
"I'll stay awake," she said. "The star is horny."
"The star better sleep anyway," Kevin said. "Go ahead and sleep."
"Whatever the big time agent man says," Nita said teasingly.
"All right," he said. "Even though we have three whole weeks in this mountain paradise to make love, the agent man will make his calls and then return to perform in bed with the star," He laughed. "The star always gets her way."
"Good agent man," Nita said. "You will hurry, Kev?"
Kevin made his telephone calls and everything went beautifully. He had not dreamed that dealing with house bookers could be as simple as it had proved to be during these past few weeks. You simply called them, told them who you were and they confirmed your opening date. And for that Kevin was making.half of what any agent earned-five percent. If he had had any idea that being an agent was that simple he would have become one long ago. Hell, regular agents earned ten percent!
Of course, there was one hitch. It took an agent a long time to acquire enough groups of The Constellations stature so that the whole thing became profitable. He had, as they said, a sure thing going for him. He realized that trying to book groups like The John Does or The Jones Trio or all the other assorted Mickey Mouse musical groups floating around might pose certain problems. Yes, indeed. Still, he was learning something he felt certain would prove of inestimable value later on. Perhaps Nita's ESP was not so far off when she mentioned something about his booking her in a new act. It was possible, wasn't it, he thought. Hell, yes. Anything was possible.
The way things were going with Alan-his getting so high every night-it was a hell of a lot more possible than he had dreamed. Nita was carrying the group, unquestionably, and if Alan continued showing up late for shows and being half out of his head, it would be only a matter of time. The public, contrary to what Alan thought, was not composed of a lot of idiots. They knew decent, competent entertainment when they heard and saw it. You give them second-rate crap night after night and pretty soon your group or act, or whatever, is out on its ass. Kevin had talked with lots of house bookers and other agents in the business in Vegas and he had learned plenty. Yes, it just might be a matter of time before what he had learned in such a short time might prove of value.
Kevin made his calls and confirmed everything. Then he went to Nita.
Sometimes it was incredible the way thoughts materialized. Kevin had considered the possibility of a drastic change because of Alan's behavior. But, at best, he had assumed whatever changes that were in store for The Constellations would come in some distant future. As it turned out, the changes were drastic and they came in the future, all right. The trouble was, the future was four days hence.
The rapidity of events was startling. The nature of the events was not. Alan, it turned out, was busted by the Nevada narcotics boys with a teenager in his dressing room. Nevada is lenient on first-offense minors, but not so lenient on adults'. Alan qualified as an adult. The girl was fined and let off easy, but Alan's part in the scene was not so easy. Even grass and pills fall into the felony category in Nevada and judges are not so inclined to go the misdemeanor route as are California judges and legal machinery elsewhere.
The Constellations were told that they could finish out their engagement without a promise of a future date and Alan, thanks to a high-priced Los Angeles lawyer, was released on $10,000 bail. It seemed incredible-especially to Alan -but he was convinced without a doubt that Nevada did not fool around even with something so harmless (Alan had termed marijuana and pills "harmless") "as good old grass."
Not only would Alan and The Constellations be unable to make their upcoming bookings in Chicago and Cincinnati and even beyond that, but the entire future was uncertain.
Kevin was not surprised therefore when, two days after Alan's arrest, Jeff came to him and told him that he was leaving the group. He and Sheila, he said, would form a group and would he, Kevin, help them get work? Kevin told them he would check with the few agents he'd met, but couldn't promise anything for an unknown rock group. Jeff and Sheila said they understood, quit anyway, and went to Los Angeles to form the group and begin rehearsals.
Within ten days of their arrival in Tahoe then, the entire world of The Constellations had been turned upside down. The group was now working with Jeff's replacement and each night dragged by. The spirit was totally gone from the group. Even Nita found herself unable to give her usual flawless performances and the musicians just went through the motions. Alan was worst of all. Instead of facing reality and planning for the future, he stayed higher than ever on drugs and ran risks that Kevin viewed as downright suicidal.
"Mr. Self-destruction in person," Kevin said to Nita after the last show, just ten days since Alan had been busted by the narcotics squad. "Does he realize what they could do to him if they caught him again? Before his trial even comes up. Jesus, I doubt if they'd even let him out on bail!"
They were sitting in the huge coffee shop of the Sahara, music floating in from the lounge stage and the sounds of the crowd gambling in the casino nearby.
"Of course he does, Nita said. "He just doesn't care. Everybody's talked to him, but-he just doesn't care. I don't feel vengeful at all," she said. "I'm really just concerned about a fellow human being. That and the poor other guys in the group. He stays out of his head twenty-four hours a day so he doesn't have to worry. But Mark and Jimmy and Sid-they have to make plans." She sighed, more depressed than Kevin had ever seen her. "And he's off again with another teenage chick. Did you see them?"
"Yeah, I saw them leaving together," Kevin said. "It was pitiful. He looks like he hasn't slept in a week and she couldn't be over seven- teen!" Kevin ran his hand over his face.
"Whatfll we do?" Nita said.
"I think we both know," Kevin said. He had been thinking of the possibilities for several days. It seemed the appropriate time to tell Nita. He was surprised that Nita had not suggested the inevitable herself. But, surprisingly, even the self-controlled and competent in a crisis Nita had not displayed her usual poise. Things had come too fast. It boggled the mind!
"Look," Kevin said. "The day you told Alan the way it would be between us in Vegas you mentioned the possibility of forming your own group. You said The Constellations without you was just another rock group. That's true, isn't it?"
"Yes, you know it is."
"All right then, let's do it. It's the answer to everything-jobs for Mark and Sid and Jimmy and Randy. You, too. I'm so new at this booking business it's ridiculous, but if I tell a house booker Nita Farr will take The Constellations' place, it's no problem. Duck soup. In fact, let's call ourselves Nita Farr and The Constellations"
Nita beamed. "Of course! Why didn't I think of it? And when Alan has settled this mess with the law, he can even join us if he wants."
Kevin nodded. "Whatever you think. How you want to handle Alan is your affair. You're the boss-the star!"
Nita laughed and put her head on Kevin's shoulder. "See, I am the star and I still give the orders. I must confess my ESP fell a little short on this whole thing, though."
Kevin pushed her away. "Come on. We're not fooling now. This is serious. The whole future depends on it. I'm not even sure I can book you as part of The Constellations. After what's happened, the clubs may not even want to hear the word Constellations, much less put the name up on their marquees. But the group can still work together. As far as the public is concerned -the club owners, too-you've got a bunch of anonymous musicians backing you. I mean, if it's necessary. Either way, though, we can make those bookings, I'm certain, if we just drop Alan."
"Okay, then, let's do it!" Nita agreed. "There's no other way."
"True. Alan can't even leave the state, for Christ's sake, so he can't very well complain. Tell him he can join us later if he's straightened out-legalwise and drugwise-and off we go."
"Agreed!" Nita said. The old sparkle had returned to her face for the first time in days, and Kevin was delighted. "Oh, I can hardly wait to tell the boys!"
"Me, too," Kevin said. "But better wait 'til I've called Cincinnati and Chicago and verified our hopes for sure."
"You're right," she agreed. "Of course. We wouldn't want to break their hearts. Okay, now let's go to our cabin and do our thing. Kevin, I want to be close to my capable man who takes over so efficiently in times of crisis. I didn't know you had it in you, dear."
Kevin embraced her, let his hand run linger-ingly over her hip. He could hardly wait to get her in the sack. The past few days had been hectic and he wanted to make love with the queen of them all without worrying about Alan for a change.
"So you didn't know I'd come through, eh? Listen, I always had the potential. I just needed an emergency to bring out the real me. Now you know." He laughed proudly. "The star is in the hands of a first-rate he-man and agent besides. Hell, with Nita Fair as my client, I'll be able to get all the clients I want."
"Why not?" Nita said. "I told you to stick with me and we'd both go places. Oh, Kev. I am happy. Let's go to the cabin quick. I want to devour you!"
She threw herself into his arms, and just then, over her shoulder, Kevin sighted Alan and his teenage girl friend for the night stagger by the entrance to the coffee shop toward the cabin. "Oh, Jesus! No!" he gasped.
"What?"
"It's Alan, and he's with his starry-eyed fan of the night."
"Good God! He's insane!"
"We know that already. The problem now is to get them both out of here quick. If the cops catch him, he's through! He's been hitting the gambling tables too hard, too. He's going to need every cent he's got for lawyers."
Kevin persuaded Nita to go to the cabin and wait for him there. Reluctantly, she agreed, but told him to get it over with as soon as possible. He promised he would and walked her to the door. "Sorry to let you walk home alone, but I've got to move fast. Take a cab if you want. 'Bye." He blew her a kiss.
Inside, Kevin pushed through the crowd and found Alan. The girl with him was prettier than any companion Kevin had ever seen him with. She was incredibly stunning-blonde with green eyes the shade of the shallow water of Lake Tahoe and the figure of a nude show girl. She wore, of all things, hot pants and a see-through crimson blouse. A girl of her looks with the bleary-eyed and staggering Alan would make a target even a semi-blind law officer could spot a mile away.
"Come on, Alan. We're going-home. Now." He took Alan's arm.
"What the rack you talkin' about, baby?" he said, pulling away. "I may be in a little jam, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun once in a while. Celia and I are going to roll the dice."
"Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight you aren't.
Let's go."
To Kevin's amazement, Alan suddenly went soft. It was as though all the tension and worry of the past days had piled up on him at once.
"Okay, Kevin. My old buddy, Kevin, knows best, don't you? I'm-I'm in deep trouble and I'm scared to death, so I better listen to you for once." He practically collapsed then into Kevin's arms. "Help me?" he begged pitifully.
Celia looked scared, too. "What's the matter with him? Is he all right?"
"He's just tired, honey," Kevin said. "Maybe you'd better go on home. I'll take him to his place and get him undressed so he can sleep. Believe me, Celia, he's a very tired man."
"Who are you?" she asked. "He said you were his friend, but are you in the group?"
Kevin explained that he was the group's agent and Celia immediately became interested. "I didn't think I saw you on stage." She fluttered her long lashes. "You sure are cute, though. Can't I come along and help? Please?"
Kevin should have known at that moment that he was making a mistake, but Celia was possibly the most beautiful female he'd ever seen. Fantastic. She was even more beautiful than Nita if that were possible. You idiot, he thought as he spoke. Nita is waiting for you and you're thinking like any other member of The Constellations. "All right," he heard himself agreeing, hating himself, "come along, but let's make it fast and inconspicuous. I'll explain later."
Between the two of them, they managed to get Alan outside without too much effort and hail a taxi. He had completely passed out. Within minutes, Kevin had him undressed and sleeping on his bed.
"Wow!" Celia exclaimed. "I had no idea he was so tired. Honest. I mean, who wants to force a guy to take her out when he's that tired? Dp you suppose he's on drugs or something?"
"I wouldn't know," Kevin lied. "No, he's just tired. Big stars get that way. You know, the constant pressure of performing and all."
"Oh, yes, I guess so," she said, her little girl voice quivering.
Then she took a look around. "Gee, so this is where people like The Constellations live. It's nice. Two bedrooms even."
Kevin knew he shouldn't be thinking what he was thinking, but he could not turn it off. He was staring at the firm young ass moving inside the tight hot pants and smelling her cologne and thinking about the extra bed. He thought of Nita, too, but something else within him. took over and he forced the image of Nita waiting from his mind.
"Look, he has liquor," Celia said. "I'm under age, but do you think we could have a drink?"
Kevin swallowed, staring at Celia's breasts, her full lips, everything. "I-I suppose so. It's the least I can do. He did stand you up, didn't he? I mean, you expected to go somewhere."
"True," she said. "Yeah, he stood me up in more ways than one. I sort of expected more than just a drink." Her eyes lowered and roamed over Kevin's body. He felt the inevitable tingle in his groin and his prick began stirring inside his pants. Jesus, what a woman, he thought. Those tits, that ass, her pussy must be like....
Kevin poured them both drinks-stiff ones- and they sat on the bed in the spare bedroom.
"You sure are cute," Celia said. "What's your name?"
He told her.
"Kevin ... Kevin," she repeated. "That's a nice name, and you're very important to the group to be their agent. Gosh, here I am with the real agent of The Constellations. It's like a dream come true! Do you think I'm pretty?"
Kevin could not help laughing, despite his full erection. "Yes, you are pretty, Celia. You are fucking beautiful and you know it. Why do you even bother to ask? How many guys have told you that before?"
"Maybe hundreds," she admitted. "And uncles and aunts and-well, I guess everybody. I just wanted to ask you, though."
Kevin reached out then and kissed her hungrily on the neck. To his amazement, the beautiful and tender Celia took his hand and tickled its palm with her fingernail-the universal signal for fucking. The old erotic gambit understood the world over, he thought.
"You want me, don't you?" Celia asked, her eyes settling on the bulge of his crotch.
"Doesn't everybody?"
"Uh-huh, it's true. Every male I meet wants to get in my pants-those uncles and relatives I mentioned. They do, too. It's really amazing. I even met a few girls who wanted-"
Kevin cut her off. He didn't want to hear any more. The proof was there before his eyes in living color and flesh. "You don't have to convince me, Celia. Yes, I, as The Constellations"official agent, do want you and you are beautiful. Convinced?"
She giggled and reached out and squeezed his hard-on. Kevin thought he might ascend through the roof. Every fiber, every nerve end in his body quivered and shrieked for fulfillment. "Gee, you have a nice-sized cock. My Uncle Todd has one that big, but I didn't let him put it in me. I mean, that's whatchmacallit. Incest. I'm not a virgin, though."
"Good," Kevin said, barely able to speak. He was shuddering and trembling all over. "That's -that's v-very good-to-4" know."
"I take the pill, too. Do you want ta fuck me?"
"Yes, I want to fuck you, but I have a girl friend and this must all be kept secret. N-no after problems?"
"None," Celia assured. "No problems at all. I promise. Now let's take all our clothes off and do it."
IX
When they were naked and laying close together beneath the sheet, Kevin thought sure that his hard-on would explode. He kicked the sheet off, despite her earlier preference that it remain over them, and stared hungrily at the curving perfection of Celia's ripe body. His mouth hung agape.
"If you like me so much-my body-why don't you do things to it and make it feel good all over? I know about sucking and everything," she said. "You'd be surprised at all I know."
"That's precisely what I had in mind," Kevin said.
It was then that the true inexperience of this teenager became evident. Her woman-of-the-world facade suddenly disintegrated now that the moment for lovemaking had arrived. She had put on a splendid show, but now that the chips (panties) were down she proved to be a slightly soiled but highly innocent and frightened little girl.
"Kevin-uh-Mr. Rawls-I guess I have to admit I really don't know everything about sex. I mean, I hope you'll be sort of gentle and not do anything that-that is really weird. I'm not a virgin-that part's true-but I-I really don't know so much. You won't hurt me or anything, will you?"
"No, I won't hurt you, Celia," Kevin said. "If you want to, you can just go on home. Do you want to leave?"
She cuddled up close, her breath quivering in his ear. "No-no, I've come this far. I really do find you attractive, and I-I really do want to know what it's like to make love with a mature man."
Kevin took her gently in his arms then so that they lay on their sides. "All right then, Celia, I'll show you. Don't worry about a thing. Just relax and trust me."
He flopped his erect cock then so that it didn't frighten her or jab her but lay flat against the delicious protrusion of her perfectly rounded belly. Then he kissed her flushed cheek almost paternally and told her how beautiful she was and what an absolute treat it was going to be for a man his age to feast on her body sexually. He did not move abruptly. He did not force his tongue between her lips, but kissed her gently again and again, gradually inserting his tongue into the sweet warmth of her mouth. She was definitely not expert at the art of french kissing and so he proceeded slowly so as not to produce undue alarm or shock. It was her very clumsiness that delighted him. Gradually, she responded to his patient instructing and their tonguetips began playing darting games as he teased the nipples of her ample breasts erect with his fingertips.
He felt a compulsive honesty engulfing him.
Yes, he was, in effect, cheating on Nita, the woman he loved, but for some inexplicable reason he did not want this Celia to believe that all adults cheated and took alliances with members of the apposite sex lightly. It seemed important to him to let her know that he lusted for her simply because she was so young and innocent. He wanted no lying between them. This sexual act, he felt, should be just as honest in its own way as had the sex he and Nita enjoyed. It was merely different. Crazily, he truly believed that it was important for this young girl to understand the exact nature of his lust, his need for her. His need to be honest with Celia, he knew, in no way justified what he was doing. He knew he wasn't really retaining his integrity, or whatever, but he did feel a warped kind of obligation to be honest in his dishonesty.
And so he elected to lecture her, explain himself to her as they began their foreplay.
"What we are doing is just between us, Celia. People do.all the things we're going to do every day to each other, but each time with each person is special, understand? I'm loving your beautiful body mainly because you are young and yes, innocent. To me, you are innocent, and that's the main thrill for me. For you, it's because I'm experienced, right?"
"I-I guess so," she said.
Kevin doubted if she really understood what he was trying to say, but he felt he had to tell her anyway, to clear his conscience.
"Ummmm," Celia moaned, cuddling closer, pressing her firm warmth, her firm tits against his chest. "I like the things you're doing. Your hands are so soft and-and knowing. I do like you and what we're doing. Kevin, I want to know about everything to do with sex. Show me ... please show me."
"I'll show you ... yes."
He kissed her neck and ears for a long time, biting her earlobes just a little, then gradually he descended and began tonguing her breasts. At first, he showered her ivory mounds with tongueless kisses, and then he let his tongue play about her nipples for a long time before he engulfed them in his mouth and applied suction. It was then that he felt her give herself to him totally, without reserve.
For a long time, he had been slowly pumping his engorged erection against her tummy. Now, he took her wrist and placed her fingers around his hard-on. She grasped it a little too eagerly but her child-lust was charming. He felt her exploring the strength of his rod, measuring its dimension, testing its texture and getting to know it.
"That's perfect, Celia," he said. "Now we'll play with each other for a while before we move on."
"I love the way you don't rush things," she said. "You-you're not in a big rush to stick your thing between my legs."
"Of course not. Half of the fun is getting ready. Why rush? Oh, that's good what you're doing now, Celia. Very good."
"I do like the balls," she admitted^ as though revealing a deep, dark secret. "Maybe I'm kooky but I have a thing about men's testicles. Don't worry, I won't squeeze them too hard. I know they're extra-sensitive."
"Ummmm," Kevin moaned. "Good girl ... good girl." With his fingers, Kevin traced the crack of her ass, letting his fingers run flutter-ingly up and down its length. He sucked her titties for a long, long time, making absolutely sure she was prepared before he massaged her belly and her downy pubic mound. No haste. None at all. He wanted this to be a perfect experience for Celia. Then, very gradually, he eased his finger into the top of her cunt and teased her clitoris. He dipped lower, gathering her love juice and applied slow but steady pressure to the little flower bud of flesh.
Celia spread her legs farther apart, pumping quiveringly, and jacked on his prick exactly according to his instructions. He ran his fingers up and down the gushing length of her slit, gathering still more juice. "You're a virtuoso lover," he said. "You get just as wet down there as I get hard! That's the way it's supposed to be. Nature designed it that way. Your juicy hole for my hard prick."
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, Kevin. The boys I've known never really bothered about me this much. Ummmm,.. oh, yesss."
"Feels nice, huh?" His breath came in short gasps now, and so did hers. He felt wonderfully conspiratorial and, at the same time, entirely in charge of the situation.
"Yes, it never felt this good before. It feels almost the way it feels when I do it to myself." She quickly corrected herself. "Oh, no-better, better. It's just that you seem to know exactly where to touch my pussy."
"Experience," Kevin said. "My experience and your-your lovely -innocence. That's what makes this thing special now between us, Celia. I told you before."
"Yes, I-I guess so ... ummm."
Her hand had grown desperate and bold and urgent on his cock now, and she squeezed his balls incessantly as she milked his member. She understood that it was a plaything meant for fondling, meant for anything she wanted to do with it. The game was to make it harder, harder, and to drip more and more love honey. Although he had never fucked a virgin, he guessed that this indoctrination was very much the same. For all practical purposes, Celia was a virgin!
"You're not going to stick your thing into my sunt yet, are you?" she breathed.
"Do you want me to?"
. "No, not yet. This is too good. This is really fun!"
God, he thought. Only a teenager would de- scribe their love play as fun. Beautiful ... unbelievable.
"Yes, let's just play with each other for a while longer," he said.
"Yes ... yes."
"Did other boys hurt your pussy ever?" he asked.
"Yes, they got rough."
He eased his ringer very,.very slowly into the entrance of her channel and began finger-fucking her. At the same time, he tested her to see if she liked his thumb massaging her clit. She did. As he went on finger-fucking her tight, young pussy, he yearned to ease the head of his aching shaft into the warmth and wet that surrounded his middle finger. Jesus, she was tight. And her lubricant was as slick as melted butter between his fingers. He impulsively withdrew his finger and licked off the love juice. It was sweet nectar and he sniffed to inhale its delicate fragrance. Her soft hands continued playing with his hard-on and he doubted if his cock had ever been harder. He went on murmuring in her as she squeezed and manipulated.
"This is all special to me because you're so young," he emphasized again.
"I don't care," she said. "If you're a dirty old man, then give me dirty old men! It's special for me because you know ... you really know what I want. I love the way you're showing me and telling me about everything. Gee, you're so hard and wet. I guess you should fuck me pretty soon. I bet your thing really is dying to be inside me."
"Yes, it is dying, but-but you said boys had sucked you. Was that true?"
"Uh-huh."
"And did you like it?"
"Sure, it was nice, but-but I'd like to feel how you do it. You do everything better, Kevin. I -I want you to do that to me, too. Will you eat me down there?"
Kevin's salivary glands gurgled. "All right." He spread her legs wide and began his tonguing descent. "Lick your pussy ... suck your cunt," he whispered. "Spread your legs nice and wide."
"W-wide enough?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Fine," Kevin said. He had laved her rib cage, savoring and bathing every inch of smooth flesh including her navel and now he was nearing the tasty treasure of her cunt. He drooled as his chin moved above her pubic hair. Then he began kissing her slick crack hungrily, moving up and down ... kissing, kissing. He teased himself, forcing himself not to use his tongue just yet. He kissed the inner sockets of her hips, her inner thighs that were like velvet.
When she began pressing against the back of his head, spurring him on, he felt a triumph. She was asking, begging for that which he wanted more than anything-to suck her young delicious cunt! Still, he resisted the urge to bury his snout in the dripping innocent twat and, instead, laved' at her crotch and inner thighs still more. Nibbling, nipping ever so gently, he let no part of her slick labia escape his attention.
Suddenly, impulsively, he raised her legs up high and turned her on the bed so that he could gape in wonder at the clean and true line of her young vagina. He marveled at the eye of her tiny, puckered asshole, too. Was anything more beautiful than a young girl with her legs spread wide apart?
Here was a teenage girl with her legs spread wide, his to do with as he pleased, his to suck and fuck. Soon, maybe she would even beg him to end the unbearable preliminaries and plunge his manhood into her craving slit. It was all he could do to hold back a desire to plunge and embed himself into the pristine wonder of her crack. But still he maintained control. He wanted this fuck to be something she would remember for a lifetime!
Inevitably, though, there arrived the moment when he could resist her no longer. He began planting hungry, wet kisses on her cunt and inhaling the female scent of her unsullied chasm. He held her smooth buttocks in his palms, smothered the ivory cheeks of her ass with kisses and then, widening his mouth, kissed still more firmly and wetly as he concentrated his gulping need on her cunt lips, the little strip of flesh between her vagina and her rectum.
At last, his tongue openly lapped at about the perimeter of her seething crease. The saliva that ran from his mouth rivaled the gush pf her own love lubricant. Ravenous, he gulped great" mouthfuls of cunt juice from the fountain of her heavenly snatch. Never before in his life had he lingered so long and with such infinite care over the female love hole. His tongue sought out each nook and fold and cranny of flesh between Celia's legs and her moaning became a murmur mewing to a roar, a low and rumbling crescendo pierced by stacattolike breath-whines and gasping.
He eased her legs back so that they were high on her chest now and her stomach was a rippling, spasming display of total desire. He probed deeper, deeper, and her ecstatic little moans grew in intensity as his tongue laved and gulped at her sacred orifice. His hands were sopping wet with the juice of her and he drank from them, moving up at the same time to concentrate on her clitoris now.
She was near hysteria and displaying symptoms of delirium. Her sounds spurred him on, and on.
"Kevin ... Ohhh ... Ahhh :. Kevin... Won-derrrrfulllll," she cried pitifully, grasping his hair in great handfuls as his tongue tantalized the core of her being.
"The top ... the top-yes-oh-yes-there^- THERE ... RIGHT THERE!" She began pumping with abandon for the first time now, moving her drenched ass faster and faster'in his hands as she sought to increase the friction between his mouth and her clitoris. Again and again, she emitted little high-pitched squeals, whimpers like electronic signals. He dug his fingers deep into her Arm butt and managed to keep contact with her clit despite her wild bucking.
Now her urgent commands and pleas rose in volume and her torso thrashed and her head tossed from side to side. "Kevin ... Oh, Kevin ... Kevin... Ohhhhh!"
She insisted that he crouch on his knees and draw her up onto his lap as he sucked her twat so that she could grope his throbbing organ. It was a miracle that such an inexperienced girl could display such lust, he thought. Then she began muttering deliriously of fucking, fucking.
He told her to come this way first, with his mouth. It took all the control he could muster, but he told her to go ahead and climax, that he would fuck her later.
His unselfish command proved the right one -for her at least--for suddenly her legs went stiff and she cried out like a madwoman as she reached the heights.. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she screamed, but it was a growl at the same time, and Kevin knew that this teenager had experienced a sexual climax that would dictate her sexual habits throughout her lifetime. Yes, she would always crave oral love as well as the thrusting of the male organ. Knowing this, Kevin felt pride mingle with his desire to drive his prick into her depths.
As she shuddered and panted gratitude in his ear, he held her close, rubbing her back now as they lay face to face once again. He told her that he wished nothing but the best for her in every way throughout the rest of her life. And he told her that he loved her.
Minutes later, cuddling in his arms, Celia said, "That was the most marvelous thing that ever happened to me. Oh, I didn't dream it could ever be so-so excruciating. I almost passed out! Honest! Kevin, I wish you didn't already have a girl friend. I'd follow you anywhere." She bit him hard, beaming, every barrier down, being totally herself.
"But you didn't come yet," she said, pouting. "I've kissed boys' pricks before. I wasn't lying about that. I want to kiss you there, too."
To his delight, she lay with her head on his stomach and began kissing his hard-on all over. His erection had dwindled slightly while he had sucked her, but now it rose again to its full length. He opened her childlike mouth slightly with his fingers and told her to slip the head of it into her mouth. She was surprisingly adept- a truly talented cocksucker. "Good," he complimented. "It's like fucking a pussy with a tongue inside," he said. She knew that already, for she twirled her tongue and bobbed np-mrf down on his throbbing meat and clenched with her lips just like the muscles of a cunt. As he thrust far- ther and farther into the warmth of her mouth, obtaining gratification at last after so much giving and holding back, he continued to compliment her on her performance. Here was a virtuoso at cocksucking! A genius! The only trouble was, as she had explained earlier, she did have a hangup about testicles and she kept ceasing her cocksucking to shower his balls with licking kisses. "No, just my prick! Just my prick!" he commanded, hating the feeling of cool air on his organ each time she removed her mouth to lap his nuts.
In a moment, with effort, he decided against coming in her mouth. If she had insisted, he would have permitted it, but here was a girl for a change who didn't have a sperm-swallowing addiction and it was refreshing. Besides, he did want to embed his rod in her cunt and feel her stomach against his, and her legs wrapped about him.
Kevin grabbed her cheeks gently and stopped her cocksucking. He lay her on her back then. "All right, my little lovely, are you ready to fuck yet!"
"Oh, yes, yes. I'm fine now," she mewed. "I want your cock inside me." It was the first time she had uttered a four-letter word since they'd begun their sex play.
"Good."
He placed her so that his hips were between her satiny legs, then prepared to mount this ten-dei *"male and thrust his rod into her depths. "I want to fuck you because you're so beautiful and so young and so ripe," he rasped. "That's why I want you! I'll never forget you for the rest of my life!"
Her eyes were closed, quivering eyelids waiting, anticipating. "Yesssssss," she intoned through feverish and parted lips.
Kevin placed the head of his thick rod at the entrance of her oozing channel, then paused to view his teenage conquest. He kissed her passionately on the mouth and began the insertion. She was even tighter than he had imagined. The cocks that had probed her had been smaller ones, he could tell. He pushed harder, harder, feeling the ovenlike heat-wet and heavenly tightening about his shaft.
"I don't want to hurt you," he gasped. "Tell me if it hurts"
"No," she insisted. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Kevin. It doesn't hurt at all."
Nevertheless, he continued to proceed slowly until his prick was about a third of the way in her. She began thrusting a bit prematurely and he held her at bay by clutching her ass. "It will be all the way in soon," he said. "Celia, you are beautiful and I'm fucking you!"
"I know! I know! Hurry and stick it all the way in! Fuck me!"
She reached down then and fingered its base, "Oh, it's all the way in now!"
"Yes, love," he said, stroking her clit and fucking slowly, savoring the heat and textTJe and thinking of the tender, young cunt. He traced the outline of her vagina, too, and reveled in the fact that it was stretched nearly to the bursting point. Yes, it was like.a rubber-band, doubled and redoubled, about the width of his penetrating gristle hunk.
They set their own tempo of love then, moving from side to side in a rocking motion, then up and down, rolling together on the rumpled sheets. Once again, he held her buttocks in his palms, pulling her from him on the backstroke and toward him on the dOwnstroke. Her snatch was so tight he nearly popped out of her when he let his backstroke rise too high.
Finally, though, the strokes settled into a steady cadence and their thrusts became tailored to each other's needs. It was exquisite, all of his prick sinking to the depths of Celia, driving up to the hilt. She was bathing every pore of his throbbing, cunt-hungry cock with her internal juices and velvetlike inner flesh. He crammed himself in, in, as far as.his prick would go and worked her hips with his hands to his own needs. Yes, now was the time to be selfish--just a bit. It was better for both of them that way, he knew.
"Fuck me always ... fuck me now ... tomorrow ... forever," Celia began, chanting, her voice distant and urgent. "I'm yours...."
"Just think about the now, baby." Kevin heard himself saying. "The beautiful, beautiful NOW. Oh, that young, beautiful cunt of yours. I want you to come with my prick inside of you."
"Yes, yes ... shoot all your stuff up inside me!" Celia begged.
"I-can't hold back much longer," Kevin confessed, surprised at his lack of staying power. God, she had aroused him!.He tickled her asshole now as he palmed her buttocks, feeling the beginnings of the end approaching from way down in his balls, running up and down his spine.
"I-I think I can feel it beginning now, too!" Celia cried, her lips parted. "Not the same as- as-before-but I'm coming, coming, coming... Oh, Kevin, I am commmming!"
Kevin reminded himself once more of the indescribable beauty and youth of the girl he was fucking. He stared at her face now contorted in pleasure that was so intense it resembled pain. Then, when he was certain that she was there (it had been a miracle that he had held back this long), he permitted himself to drive for his own climax.
He held her legs high, then she tore them from his grasp and wrapped them about his lower legs. Her legs and arms were everywhere; he lost track ... everything a haze, a blur ... the voices, his and hers, both crying pathetically in the night as they reached incredible fulfillment.
They talked a long time then, laying in each other's arms. Compulsive honesty struck Kevin again, and he made absolutely certain that she understood the why and how of this moment they had shared. This was neither just "a roll in the hay" nor a sacred act that would endure forever, he explained. He hammered home again and again that Celia was youth, devil youth and, though it had been a most intimate and special moment, his goal had been unadulterated lust. Nothing else.
She understood perfectly, and he was pleased. When they parted, oddly, she thanked him. They kissed long and tenderly and he bade her good night.
Kevin felt no guilt whatsoever as he left the taxi and went down the walk toward the cabin he and Nita shared. He loved Nita, of that he was certain, and, like many men before him, there was no doubt at all in his mind that what had happened between himself and the beautiful teenager would, if anything, strengthen his relationship with Nita. Like all men, he really believed this, and maybe it was tnie.
X
At first, Kevin's waking was perfectly normal, but then remembering last night, he was consumed with guilt. He opened his eyes and gazed admiringly at Nita breathing deeply beside him on the bed. Her firm breasts rose and fell rhythmically and her lovely mouth was twisted slightly against the pillow. Her facial expression resembled anger, and this only increased his guilt feelings. He wished he hadn't yielded to his desire for Celia last night. Damn it, he thought. He couldn't change what had happened. He had to live with it.
The sun was streaming in through the cabin window and he could see the azure sky and the tops of the tall pines. He stretched, yawning, and his movement woke Nita. He had never seem a human being wake so completely in an instant.
"You were very late, Kevin," she said.
"Yes, I guess I was. Alan-he was a bit of a problem getting to bed."
"And the young girl-was she any problem getting into bed?"
Kevin squirmed beneath the covers. "No," he said. "No, Nita, she wasn't."
Nita chuckled and he couldn't believe his ears. "I'm glad that you didn't lie to me," she said. "There is an indefinable odor of another woman, you know," she said. "She wears expen- sive perfume. Also, you smell as though you've been screwing in a whorehouse for days!"
Kevin didn't know what to say, but he managed to mumble, "I-I do love you, Nita. Whatever you think, and whatever happened, that's true."
"Strangely enough, I believe you," she said. "If I didn't, I'd tell you to get the hell out. However, let's just say that's number one. Number one I can stand. Number two will no doubt end our relationship!"
Kevin moved to take her in his arms, gratitude swelling inside his chest.
"No, darling," she said. "Please. I'm forgiving, but not that forgiving. Let's wash you off first, huh? The odor of another woman's genitals and her perfume is a bit too much even for me to take."
Kevin released her, his gaze averted.
"Promise it will never, never happen again?" she asked, smiling.
"You're amazing," he said. "I promise. Never."
"I'm not amazing," she said. "I'm a witch blessed with ESP, as I told you before. The only reason you're within even talking distance of me is that I happen to know that you are hopelessly in love with me. Now get your ass in the shower!"
Kevin obeyed and ran naked for the shower stall, Nita just behind him. He turned the water taps, waited until the temperature was just right, then stepped in. Naked too, Nita joined him. Nita sudsed the wash cloth, making a nice lather, then applied it to his genitals. "First, we'll get the worst part of that woman off you," she said. "I do not relish the pussy juice of another woman!"
Nita scoured his prick and balls as though she intended to leave him raw. Finally, she eased up and he could tell that she had forgiven him totally. Delighted then, they both laughed like children at play. The tepid water beat down on them, restoring Kevin's vigor and, geisha-like, Nita patted suds all over Kevin's back and neck. "Now that goddamned perfume!" she said in mock anger. And then, "Good God! Don't you ever get enough? Look at that thing of yours-sticking out straight as a board! Yes, you are a stud, but from now on you're my own personal, private stud!"
"I swear," Kevin said. "I'm absolutely and exclusively yours. Never again will I yield to the lure of teenage youth! Besides, she was a lousy lay," he lied.
"You're lying," she said, "but not completely. So I therefore forgive you."
She took his hard-on in her soapy hand then and began jacking it until it reached its full length. She sang I've Been Working on the Railroad happily as she stroked his organ under the warm water. Then, kneeling, she mouthed the suds from his prick until it was bare. "Arggh," she said. "I don't like the taste of soap. I like the natural juice better. Here, let me soap it again and then I want you to stick in my rear."
Kevin didn't know what to say, so he just followed directions. He watched her soap up her rectum, then get down on her hands and knees on the rubber bathmat.
"You didn't fuck her in the rear?"
"No."
"Good. I figured not. That's why I want you to screw me this way. It will make a nice transition from her to me. I'll be able to erase her totally from my mind and you'll be all mine again."
Slowly, Kevin fed his firm rod into Nita's anus, the soap suds easing his entry. His initial thrust brought forth a little wince, but in a moment he was thrusting in a steady, workmanlike rhythm as his stiff pecker embedded itself deeper with each delicious thrust. His hands worked on her soapy nipples, too, as he plunged his ramrod home. They went on fucking that way, their knees cushioned by the thick rubber mat. Kevin inserted his finger in Nita's vagina and enjoyed feeling the plunging of his shaft through the thin, fleshy partition. In and out his penis drove, and Kevin felt in cunt heaven-no, ass heaven. It really didn't matter where he was. The main thing was, he was with Nita! Yes, she was his woman. Sex-any kind of sex -was different with her.
He viewed his rigid member driving in and out and thought where it had been last night. He was glad it was in Nita where it truly belonged instead of inside Celia. She reached back and fondled his balls as he thrust. There was an incomparable, passionate bond between them. They were mates and they both knew it. Waves of ecstasy flowed between their humping bodies and they murmured words of endearment to each other*
Kevin was rubbing Nita's clit hard as he fucked her ass. Suddenly she screamed, "God! Oh, God!"
Kevin stabbed still harder with his meat wedge and she grasped his balls tighter. "Let your beautiful, beautiful nuts shoot out everything into my bottom!" Nita yelled.
"You like it up there-really up there in you, don't you?" Kevin asked, all trace of guilt gone now. He asked her the same question, wording it differently each time.
"Oh, I love it up there. Yes ... Oh, yes!"
"I'm coming now, baby," he cried.
"Yes, I want you to," she begged, fondling his testicles even more intensely, if that were possible, as she waited with back arched for the hum of his balls to signal the spurt of his sperm into her eager cavity.
"Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Slam it to me harder!"
He complied, slamming and ramming with all his might, the water from the tap flailing his back. His balls were still in Nita's hands and he was dying to hurl forth their contents. They were both under a spell, hurtling toward the finish beneath the spouting water, violent contractions wracking both their bodies.
"Now! Now!" Nita screamed.
"Yes," Kevin gasped, hurrying his pumping motions so that they reached the heights simultaneously.
Nita reached up and turned off the water and they both collapsed, spent and gasping. Finally, Kevin said, "Thanks for forgiving me, darling. You're a dream."
"Very well, love," she said. "But as I said- once is permissible. Twice is verboten."
They dried each other carefully, lovingly admiring each other's body.
The rest of the engagement for The Constellations was like a honeymoon for Kevin and Nita. As much as possible, they dismissed worrying over the future and concentrated on each other. They made love several times at night on the sandy shore of the lake and once, for variety, they even made love in a tree! The crisp mountain air seemed to act as an aphrodisiac for them and they explored every speck of each other's body as well as the terrain surrounding Lake Tahoe.
When closing night arrived, they bade farewell to the musicians and promised to let them know when final verification of the Chicago date came through. For some reason, the owner of the club in Chicago was delaying giving his final approval of the New Constellations, starring Nita Farr. The men agreed to wait in Los Angeles for further word, and Nita and Kevin stayed onatTahoe.
Four blissful days passed and, finally, the verification did come from Chicago. Nita and Kevin were lunching in the coffee shop of The Sahara when the voice came over the loudspeaker system: "Kevin Rawls! Kevin Rawls! Long distance calling for Mr. Kevin Rawls!"
Nita followed Kevin as he went to the house phone. Kevin could see anxiety written all over Nita's face as he listened to the booker's voice in Chicago. Finally, he hung up and sighed.
"Well?" Nita asked.
He shrugged, evaluating the significance of what he had just heard.
"Don't keep me in suspense," Nita said. "Come on. What's the verdict?"
"Mostly good," said Kevin. "The job is ours. We can call the boys in Los Angeles and tell them to meet us for the flight in Vegas as hoped for-"
"Great!" Nita said. "Terrific!" She grew suddenly serious. "So what's the problem?"
"Well, you don't have to worry about clubs accepting Nita Farr and The Constellations. The booker just said that part's no problem. Not only are they not disappointed in the fact that Alan won't be with the group, but it seems they're not particularly eager to see Alan Worth again ever-anyplace!"
"Oh, poor Alan." Nita sighed. "The sonofa-bitch deserves this, I suppose, but he's going to take the news pretty hard."
"That's the way it is," Kevin said. "I'll try to find him work somewhere doing something, but it looks like he's finished." He shook his head in disbelief. "It's strange the way some entertainers-very big ones-can commit murder practically and club owners and the public forgive them. Then other guys-the smaller ones- screw up just once and they're through."
"That's true," Nita agreed. "Well, let's go and tell Alan. Do you really think you can find him something? He'll die without anything to look forward to."
Kevin decided then to tell Nita the news he'd been withholding for over a week now. "There's something I have to tell you, Nita. Let's go out by the swimming pool and have a drink."
They went out and found a vacant umbrella-covered table and ordered two frozen daiquiris. "All right," Nita said, her face gray as if expecting the worst news imaginable; "go ahead and tell me. Don't tell me my ESP has given out completely. It isn't another woman, is it?"
Kevin had to laugh. "Just when in God's name would I have time to even meet another woman?"
She seemed relieved. "Then out with it! I'm not some ding-a-ling broad, you know. Shoot!"
"It's very simple," Kevin began. "I received a call last week from James Espey."
"The James Espey? The agent?"
"Right. It seems he was talking to some of the people I've been dealing with and he heard I handle myself pretty well for a novice. His partner, Jergens, is retiring and he asked me if I'd be interested in taking his place with the agency."
Nita burst into laughter. "Kevin! Why that's -that's wonderful! It's the chance of a lifetime! I'm-I'm really proud of you. And in such a short time. That's marvelous." .She paused then, realizing the significance.
Kevin reached out and held her shoulder. "Yes, I thought you might realize it would mean spending a lot of time in Beverly Hills. I mean, I can't very well be with you on the road and performing as an agent for Espey, can I?"
Nita looked as though she might cry. "God, why do things like this have to happen when everything was going so heavenly? What-what did you tell him?"
"What do you think? I told hint I'd think it over. Naturally, I wanted to discuss it with you." Nita stared down at the concrete, her face sad.
"Nita," Kevin said. "I'll call Espey this instant and turn down the offer if you want. I mean it. You know I mean it, don't you?"
She patted his cheek, but there were tears in her eyes. "Yes, love. I know that. But you have to accept. It's the chance of a lifetime and only an idiot would just tag along with The Constellations,"
"But don't you see, I'll still be booking the group. True, we'll be apart more than we'd like, but I can still do quite a bit of traveling. Hell, I'll be flying all over the country-Espey said so himself-and we'll even arrange it so that the group takes fewer engagements. You don't need the money that bad. I'll get you TV spots ... I'll make you a real star!"
"Really?" She seemed to doubt him.
"Hell, yes! Don't you see? This isn't just an opportunity for me. It's for both of us. The boys may work a little less, sure, but this is my chance to make you really big time. The top! Everybody in the country's going to know who Nita Fair is, not just people who hit nightclubs in key cities throughout the country. TV is magic. I discussed this very subject with Espey and he's agreed to let me handle you as I please!"
Nita was smiling again. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?" she said.
"Because I wasn't sure you really wanted to be a star."
"I don't if it means losing you."
"Good," Kevin said. "Then it's settled. I'm going to be a man you can be proud of-a working agent instead of just a kept band boy and mediocre booker, and you're going to be a star. I'll make you a star if it kills me. And if the job comes between us, I'll quit."
"Oh, Kevin! I am proud of you. You're right."
"Of course, I'm right. I'm going to fix it so that you have to work maybe only thirty weeks a year. Even so, I'll be with you plenty of the time. And baby, when you're not playing an engagement, you'll be with me in our pad in Beverly Hills or wherever you want it to be."
Nita got up and kissed him full on the mouth. "Beverly Hills sounds like heaven. Let's go and break the news to poor Alan."
They went hand in hand then out of the hotel and, instead of taking a taxi, walked the distance to Alan's motel. Nita suggested several possible approaches, all of which struck Kevin as impractical. They were just half a block from Alan's place when Kevin stopped in his tracks. Of course, he thought. Why hadn't he thought of The Tinsel Grove before! The Grove didn't pay big money, but it enjoyed a reputation among the young set as a sophisticated but relaxed club for folk singers. Alan played good guitar-not just rock--and he sang the kind of folk tunes with just the right kind of emphasis the clientele at The Grove would appreciate.
Best of all, Alan's reputation wouldn't suffer until he could make a firm comeback. Road fatigue, a desire for a change of pace, a chance to do something different for a while-all these reasons would be acceptable and believed by the world of show biz. Plenty of entertainers had taken a brief hiatus from the strain of steady traveling engagements before. Admittedly, there would be those who would suspect that Alan could get nothing better, but even those who knew couldn't say he was washed up. That was the important thing.
Kevin broke away suddenly from Nita and went to the pay phone just inside Harrah's Club. "Just a minute," he explained. "I have to make a long-distance call. I've got an idea." Again, Nita was right behind him.
Kevin got change, then called Espey in Beverly Hills and officially accepted the new post. He explained his plan for Alan, and Espey agreed it was a good one, providing Alan didn't make any more unfavorable headlines. Kevin assured him of Alan's cooperation, got Espey's permission to use his name with The Grove's owner, Rick Collings, and hung up.
"You're sticking your neck out," Nita warned. "I mean, sure he's an old friend, but are you sure anybody can guarantee Alan's behavior for sure?"
Kevin just grinned. "Let me handle this. Don't worry about Alan. Just keep your fingers crossed while I talk to Collings!"
It tool two trips to the cashier for more change, but finally Kevin was able to reach Collings. He was at Lakeside Golf Club in To-luca Lake. Kevin was trembling as he explained his association with the Espey Agency and the nature of his request. Yes, Collings knew who The Constellations were and he also knew about Alan's recent trouble with the law by way of the grapevine. Because of his relationship in the past with Espey, however, he was able to rationalize that the kids who frequented his rather hip club wouldn't let Alan's "grass bust" hurt the club's receipts.
In the end, he agreed to keep an open date and jockey his bookings in order to accommodate Alan when his legal problems were finally over. Kevin thanked him profusely, after assuring that Alan would remain clean during the engagement, and hung up.
"You're marvelous," Nita said. She had become an adoring fan suddenly and Kevin was wallowing in her adulation. "But I sure hope you know what you're doing."
He told her not to worry and minutes later they were knocking on Alan's door. The shades were drawn. Alan was obviously in and, as usual, sleeping late. Finally, he opened the door and squinted at the two of them. "Jesus, it isn't even dark yet," he complained. "How come you wake me up while the sun's still out?"
"Never mind," Kevin said, pushing in. They closed the door, explained the entire set-up regarding the no Alan Worth connection with The Constellations, and Alan seemed dejected.
"Yeah, I guess I figured this might happen," he said. "Shit. I guess I'm the one who goes and pumps gas in Los Angeles now instead of you, Kevin."
"No, baby. I've got an engagement at The Tin- sel Grove for you. Not big money, but the owner will take you whenever you can make it and at least it's something until the recent stink dies."
Alan's face brightened. "Hey, that's not a bad spot. I-I really appreciate it, Kev. After- well, after everything that's happened I-I didn't expect any help from you. I-I've been sort of a maniac lately."
"No, a prick's more accurate," Kevin said, grinning. "But I wouldn't have Nita, this chance with Espey, anything, if it weren't for you. Consider this a sort of repayment."
Alan seemed genuinely grateful. "I can't thank you enough, Kev. Honest. And congratulations on joining the Espey Agency. He's tops and you deserve it." Alan seemed embarrassed. He didn't know what to say. "All right, well I'll get some sleep now, I guess," he said. "See you kids later."
Kevin sat him down on the bed, and when he spoke his voice was deadly serious. "It's not quite that easy, Alan," he said. "You see, if you fuck up ... if you start dropping pills and smoking grass-"
"Naw, don't worry about that," Alan said, dismissing even the merest possibility.
"I am worried about that. It could blow everything for me-my job even." Kevin eyed Alan carefully now. They had been very good friends once-the very best. But now it was time to play his ace. To anyone who did not know Alan Worth, it would seem a small matter, what he was about to say; but Kevin knew his trump card was dynamite. Alan Worth was possibly the vainest male in existence and, from their school days, he knew a secret. "I'm so worried about your behavior that I'm going to make certain you can't think of grass or pills between now and the end of your engagement at The Grove."
"Cut the bullshit," Alan said. "I give you my word."
"Your word isn't good enough. No. There is the matter of a female by the name of Charlotte Mayberry."
Alan looked as though he'd been struck by lightning. He grabbed Kevin's-shirt front and turned purple with rage. "Kevin-y-you promised. You promised you'd never even mention th-that name: That goes beyond anything that's ever happened between us. Don't-don't you ever say or breathe that name again ... Jesus."
Alan released Kevin, ran his hand over his face, and stared at the wall. "Oh, Christ ... Charlotte Mayberry ... Oh, no."
"Sorry about this, Alan, but I have to make sure you perform as I promised Collings. Coll-ings owns The Grove, fle doesn't want any problems."
Alan frowned, shaking all over. "What the hell does-does Charlotte have to do with this? Let's just drop it, huh? If we have to discuss this any further, would you please ask Nita to wait outside?"
"No, she's staying right here until I tell you what Charlotte is going to do if you're not a good boy."
"Would you please stop saying that name? If you mention her once more, I'll-"
"I'm going to mention her name and I want you to listen carefully, because I mean every word. Listening?"
Alan clenched his hands together and, wincing, listened. "All right," he said. "But make it fast... please."
Kevin bent forward so that his face was next to Alan's. "If you smoke grass or pop pills ... if you get in any trouble at all ... if you don't perform as you've never performed before at The Grove ... I am not only going to tell eyerybody we knew about the night you spent with Charlotte, I am going to bring her down to The Grove and sit her directly in front of you at a front table and make you look at her while you work."
"Oh, Jesus ... no ... you wouldn't-"
"Yes, I will!" Kevin said. "I swear to God I will before Nita that I will do precisely that."
"Okay, don't mention her again. Please! Please, I believe you. I won't even, take an aspirin. I'll even quit smoking regular cigarettes. But not her... not Charlotte."
"I'm glad you understand. I'm glad we see eye to eye. Let's see," Kevin said. "Charlotte must weigh about three hundred pounds by now. Wouldn't you say that's a good guess?"
Alan jumped to his feet. "Stop it! Or I'll kill you, Kevin! I mean it! You swore you'd never disclose-"
"And I won't as long as you keep your promise."
"I promise," Alan said. "I swear."
"Fine," Kevin said. "Go back to sleep now. I believe you."
Kevin took Nita by the hand. "Let's go, sugar. We have nothing to worry about now."
They had gone halfway down the path from Alan's room when he called after them. "Hey, promise me you won't even tell Nita, Kevin? Promise?"
"I promise," Kevin said.
Alan closed the door.
"Who is Charlotte Mayberry?" Nita asked immediately.
"I promised I wouldn't tell," Kevin said.
"I know that. Who is she?"
"In high school, Charlotte Mayberry was a legend. Never was there a more homely or fetter girl in the history of any high school than one Charlotte Mayberry. You must also remember that Alan Worth was the most popular, most sought after by females, most admired and adored boy in the history of any high school. He was a rock musician, he was an Adonis, He was a god."
"So?"
"So one night while drunk he spent the night with Charlotte."
"Is that so bad?"
"To Alan it is. Charlotte was-well, grotesque. And that's an understatement. If you really knew Alan, you'd understand what the name Charlotte Mayberry means to him."
"I thought I did know Alan."
"Well, you don't. I assure you, there is nothing to worry about. When he works The Grove, Alan will be like a-a choir boy."
"That's incredible."
"I knew, but it's true. The thought of Charlotte there in the front row beaming at her former lover would keep Alan straight even if he were on heroin."
"Is she really that bad?"
Kevin burst into loud laughter. "She was, but not now. But Alan doesn't know that. Hell, I saw Charlotte the last time I was in Los Angeles. She'd had a nose job and lost all her fat. She's damned good-looking now. I've never seen such a total change in a person."
Nita burst into laughter, too. "You bastard," she said. "You sweet, lovable bastard. I do love you. Let's go to the cabin and make love."
