It seems almost an intrinsic part of human nature to envy those around us, to suppose that others are happier and better off than we are, to long for what they have.
There is the common teen-age fantasy of becoming a famous rock star or singer. The successful businessman, who secretly longs to be a football player on his favorite team. The well-known comedian who wishes he were a state senator somberly addressing an attentive Congress.
So, too, is the case with Nick Jennings and Clara Crukshank. Raised in a poverty-stricken environment, they had grown up in the certainty that money and success are the most important things in life. They reached their goals with no thought about who they've stabbed in the back or left in the dust.
And meanwhile, their day-to-day lives continue.
Nick runs a successful nightclub and whorehouse; Clara plays her role of prominent, wealthy starlet.
While at night they must attend to the whims of the sordid and the depraved.
THE WHORE MASTER -- perhaps a too-true story of many modern Americans. A novel of surpassing interest to our upwardly mobile, materialistically-oriented society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Nick Jennings owned the Dandi Club. He had gotten it by saving his money and cheating the hell out of its former owner in an all-night poker game. And now that he had it he thoroughly enjoyed the little frills that went along with the power that it gave him: like the pick of the best pussy that passed trough the club, both as future head-linen and as chorus people.
The club was extremely private and very popular. It attracted wealthy businessmen and professional men when they wanted to get away from the cares and worries of the everyday world mid their wives. The fact that it also had one of the mast fabulous gambling rooms and the best stocked whore houses on the West Coast didn't hurt business either.
The profit from the club was for Nick's private account. It paid for his three homes, his yacht, and his auto collection. Just pin money, for his toys.
But, oddly enough, the club was Nick's major interest and source of enjoyment. Because every once in a while, there was a talent who came along who was, without a doubt, destined for the big time. It was always a chick and Nick could always spot her. He had an eye for talent.
Natalie Thomas had been one of those; the ones with the rare piece of greatness that not only spells talent but reeks with the quality of star.
She hadn't had a job for six months when she auditioned for Nick. He spotted her talent in sixty seconds. He had styled her, groomed her, and carefully planned her entire career right from his club clear to the top of the pop-music charts. He had also fucked her brains out along the way.
That is, until she hit the top until she became the lady.
Then she decided that she didn't need Nick any more. Of course, he didn't need her. But she wasn't supposed to dump him. That wasn't how the game was played. Had she waited another six months Nick would have probably dumped her himself; not her contract, of course, just her.
But she didn't wait.
There was always a lot of fine pussy in the club, but Nick liked to make it big with his chicks after they got that star rating. He liked to be seen with them and he liked it to be known that he was the power behind their talent and their success.
And Natalie Thomas had been right up there, one of the few at the very top of the heap. And Natalie fit into the top like a slot, like a ready cock into a willing cunt.
But the sultry, sexy, ultra-beautiful Natalie was only there for a shot in the dark, a very short while.
The way to the top is a ladder. One gets there rung by rung. The way to the bottom is a slide. She got to the top by clawing and fucking. She got to the bottom by sliding on her ass, and ending on her ass.
She couldn't handle it at the top: the fame, the people, the money.
She was broke before she started the slide. And he slide only compounded the fracture.
"I'm broke, Nick, and I admit it. I ain't got a fucking dime."
And now she wanted a helping hand, a shot at a comeback.
"Man, I had it before and I can get it again, Nick. I know I can!"
Nick leaned back in his big chair and studied her. She still had a good body. It was the kind of body that would turn on Slow Joe Suburbanite, but the studios, the streets, and the third floor were full of just such bodies.
But, it still wasn't bad. Nick wondered if the sweater was the same one she had used on him five years before. He knew it wasn't, but it had the same effect.
She wore a flesh colored bra under the sweater so it looked like the rising, bulging swell of her full breasts didn't stop at the top of her bra cups.
Nick remembered those tits. They were two perfect peaks. Anybody who didn't know better would have sworn that the bottom half of that bra was full of something besides Natalie.
It wasn't, and Nick knew it only too well. He remembered all the times he had squeezed those beautiful tits and watched them flow out from around his huge hands. He could almost feel those large, rubbery nipples in the palms of his hands.
His hands were sweating. He rubbed them on his pants. She noticed and smiled. She also took a deep breath.
Nick lowered his gaze. Her hips were a little fleshier than before. Her legs were still long and tapering down to trim ankles, even though her thighs were a good deal fuller.
But Nick had to admit that, all in all, she still had a great body. He pulled his eyes from the darkness between her thighs, and his gaze wandered up to her face.
She spoke. "I'm off the pills... for good. Honest I am, Nick. I ain't had a touch of booze in over two months. That ain't no shit."
"That is no shit," he said, remembering the English classes he had forced her to take. Then he smiled when he realized that she was the only one who had acquired some class.
"Yeah... yeah," she said, biting her lip. "J been in some bad company."
"I know," he said.
"Listen, Nick, I got me some new arrangements. They are good. I mean, really good. Just right for me. Paul Carroll did 'em for me on spec. They're me, Nick. They're great, really great."
She went on babbling. His eyes were on her face now, checking out her eyes. Nick was a gambler, eyes told him a lot.
Natalie's eyes told him she was through.
They were the haunted, dead eyes of an ex-junkie. They flickered and they moved, but they settled on nothing and saw nothing.
Then is a certain look in the eyes of someone who's all the way down. It's a look of desperation, despair, longing. It's a look that says: "Jesus, I'm shit. Less than stilt, but please, for God's sake, don't tell me so."
And it's worse when the eyes are those of an ex-junkie.
He interrupted her babbling. "Did you ever really enjoy fucking and sucking, Natalie?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Did you ever really enjoy fucking and sucking?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"I don't know... but I asked it," he said, his eyes steady on hers.
"Nick... c'mon. Yeah. Hell, yes I'd... Jesus, I do. I mean I might'a been strange when I was spaced, everybody is when they got the monkey, but sex? Hell yes."
"With me?"
"You? You must be kiddin'!"
"No. Natalie. I'm not kiddin'."
"Hell, Nick, you most of all. Jesus, it was great, really great with you, you know that"
"BULLSHIT!" Nick slammed his fist on the desk top. He leaned forward.
Team of desperation and fear squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.
He saw them, and recognized them for what they were. He pushed harder. "You cunt!"
"Nick, please," she said, biting her lip nervously.
"YOU'RE A CUNT! I make you the biggest thing since the light bulb and you get me busted for assault and attempted rape."
"You were drunk that night. I never seen you like that before. You were, you were, weird. Jesus, Nick, you damn near tore one of my tits off!"
"I was drunk because that faggot secretary of yours told me I was no longer wanted at your tapings or in your apartment, or around your precious, stinking, fucking body... NO LONGER WANTED?"
She had no reply. Her chin dropped until it nearly touched the swell of her rising breasts. She folded her hands in her lap.
"I didn't think you ever really liked it, Natalie. You never took time to like it. You were too busy going to the top. You always really loved yourself and your own ambition, Natalie. That's all there ever was."
"It got me there, didn't it?"
It was the first spark of life she had shown since she had entered his office.
"Yeah, it did," he said, leaning back in the chair again. "It -- and me -- did. You'd still be singing, 'do wah, do wah', and playin' a tambourine with a bunch of no-talent hippies if you hadn't come to me."
"That's why I'm here again," she said, lifting her head.
"Is that the only reason?"
Their eyes met and held. She knew what he meant, and he knew that she knew.
He looked away first when the buzzer on his desk drew his attention. "Yeah," he barked into the machine.
"Your three o'clock appointment is here, Mr. Jennings. You asked me to remind you. The young lady from the Elder Agency. The one you heard the tape on yesterday. Miss Clara Crukshank."
"Jesus," he said, glancing briefly at Natalie again.
"You made the appointment."
"Yeah... yeah," he said. He glanced again at Natalie. The look he got made up his mind. "Okay, take her out to the floor and get her set up and three of four of the boys. I'll be out there in a... well, I'll be there soon. Okay?"
Oh yes.
Nick leaned back again and lit a cigar. Then he stood and moved around the desk. "How's your voice?"
"Good, Nick. Really good. I been workin' on it a lot."
She might be working on it, he thought as he locked the door, but it ain't been doin' much good. Nick guessed she only had about a four- or five-note range in her chest.
In fact, he guessed that all she had left of her chest was what filled her bra. That would serve her better on the third floor than it would on a stage in front of a microphone and an audience. Nick had savvy when it came to making money with a top singer.
Her body tensed and her shoulders quivered as he snapped the second lock and turned. He started back toward the desk. Her body jumped again when the raspy sound of his zipper filled the quiet room.
He moved in front of her chair and stopped. He leaned against the edge of the desk.
"So you think your throat's in pretty good shape?" Cigar smoke masked his face.
Her gaze fell on his partially opened fly. "Yeah," she said at last. "It's all right, Nick. And it's getting better."
"It sounds a little rocky... you know, dry," he said, unbuckling the belt of his trousers and letting the flaps fall to the side.
Her eyes followed the movements of his hand and remained on the opening in his shorts.
She licked her lips. "I need a job, Nick. I mean I really need it. I been off the stuff for a long time and not working's driving, me bananas... You don't know what it's like to be there and go down."
"I know what it's like to be there," Nick said, and stay.
With only a slight tremor in her shoulders, but an obvious palsy in her hands, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Nick puffed on his cigar as her small hands slowly pulled the opening wider. She shivered a little as she wrested his cock clear of his clothing.
His cock was flaccid, the skin in wrinkles over the limp shaft. She skinned the foreskin back from the head. The glands was raw red as it emerged from its soft sheath. The little eye in the end seemed to wink at her and it was already dripping a stream of thin, clear liquid.
Her eyes grew wide. She bit her lower lip and immediately tasted the salty tang of her own blood.
"Well?" he said.
"Yeah... yeah, Nick," she said, her hand moving back and forth, watching his cock swell slowly before her eyes. "I'm gettin' it hard."
"Get it hard with your mouth, babe," he said. "Jesus, you forget everything you ever learned?"
"Yeah... okay, Nick."
"And take my balls out too."
Her other hand moved into his shorts. He shivered as she found his large testicles and brought them out into the cool air.
"Well?" he said again.
She looked directly at his cock. It had stretched to almost its full potential. The cockhead had escaped the foreskin and it throbbed and danced toward her quivering lips.
Nick's cock was big, extra big. There was a time in her life when a cock like that had created wild, pulsing sensations in her cunt. A cock would cause her cunt-juices to flow freely and copiously down her thighs.
But that time was past. She felt nothing now but revulsion and fear.
She continued to hold his prick, turning it, twisting it, running the now-slick skin back and forth on the shaft. At the same time she fondled his balls, gently rubbing them together in their hairy, leathery sac.
Nick's breathing became heavier. The bitch, he thought, she thinks she's just gonna get me off with her fucking hand. No way, baby, no way.
"You know better," he growled. "I got more control than that, and I ain't got time to sit here and watch you jerk-off my cock. You gonna suck it or not?"
"Ye... Nick," she said reluctantly. "I'm gonna suck it."
"An' you' gonna love, it... right?" He laughed.
"Yeah, ye... I'm gonna love it. I'm gonna love the cum right out of it."
Nick aimed his cock at her clenched lips and slowly slid his hips forward.
She could smell the male odor of his clear secretions. She closed her eyes as the rubbery tip struck her nose and then slid down over her upper lip. His glands hit her chin and found its way back up to her lips.
He grabbed her ears and swiveled his hips.
She puckered her lips and kissed the head of his cock. The clear liquid from his cock-tube got between her lips and, for a moment, she thought they were glued together. Then her lips opened and the cockhead was pushing relentlessly into her mouth. The pressure was to great. She couldn't contain it any longer.
She didn't dare contain it.
She needed it.
His cock pressured her jaws apart and the throbbing head was between her teeth. She started to bite it. Her teeth gently sank into the rubbery flesh. And then the tightening hands on her can silently warned her, brought her mind back to fact and reality.
She opened her jaws and throat.
His cock sank deeper. Soon the entire knob and a good portion of the thick shaft had entered her mouth. His thrusting prick was steaming hot, and Nick was gasping with the sensations the roof of her mouth caused on the head of his cock. His hips moved faster, withdrawing and then pumping his meat back into her mouth. He gained a little more of her throat with each driving thrust.
She was gagging, but then she started bobbing her head, moving her tongue back and forth along the length of his cock as he fucked in and out, in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was filled with pre-cum fluid and saliva. She timed his strokes with her bobbing head so she could swallow and regain her breath.
"That's it... that's better," he groaned. "Now hollow your checks and really suck on it!"
"Mmmmmm!"
"Don't just jerk it off with your mouth. Suck it. SUCK IT! DAMNIT SUCK THE FRIGGING THING!"
She sucked.
She closed her eyes and she opened her jaws and she sucked.
He strove harder to get the full length of his turgid prick into her throat. When he came, he wanted the cum to have a smooth, straight slide right down her throat and into her belly, with no chance for her to waste it on his carpet.
His cockhead was heading for the far depths of her throat. Then his lower belly, bristling with hair, was butting against her nose. He was mashing her nose as the full, throbbing length of his thick meat found a home in her throat.
"You got it all, Nattie baby. You got big Nick's big meat all the way in your mouth."
He lowered his ass slightly as he humped, and his balls bounced off her chin. He did it harder, spreading his knees around the wealth of her breasts. He wished he had made her take her clothes off. It would have been nice to feel those big, bare titties against his legs when he came. It was too late for that now though.
Then his hands were full of her hair. He pulled violently as his hips thrust in the same tempo. Her mouth became a wet, hot cauldron, a receptacle like any other for his spend.
Cum boiled in his balls.
The sperm tube on the underside of his cock expanded and contracted against her laying tongue.
"Suck it, you cunt! Suck my cock with your mouth!"
She barely managed to breathe around the onslaught of his pistoning prick. The throbbing head seemed to rip and tear at her throat with each powerful lunge. She grabbed his buttocks and held on to them for fear she would fall backward. She felt his corded ass-muscles clench tightly as he hammered his cock into her sucking mouth.
"I got it!" he growled. "I'm almost... almost coming like hell!"
She knew it. By sense and by feel she knew his load was at the boiling point and it would soon cascade like molten lava from the head of his cock.
She tried to pull away. Maybe he would let it flow into her hand. She thrashed her head from side to side in an effort to rid her throat of the oncoming storm.
"Oh no!" he gasped. "Oh no!"
He clutched her ears hard. She felt as though he would tear them from her head.
She stopped struggling.
Then he was truly there; he was coming inside her mouth.
The cum was thick and gooey. The spurts splattered against the roof of her mouth and, as his cock drove on, against the back of her throat.
"Don't hold your breath, Nattie baby! Swallow it! It'll show me how much you love it."
She had no choice. She gulped. His spunk became a steadily flowing river of hot cream rolling down her throat to form a pool in the pit of her belly.
When the last drop had been squeezed through the shaft and expended in her mouth, Nick pulled his cock from her mouth with a popping sound. He released his hold on her ears and she fell backwards onto the carpet, gasping for much needed air.
He shoved his cock back inside his pants and zipped up as he moved around behind the desk. "Just like the old days," he said, relighting his cigar.
She panted.
"Except then we were a little more civilized. You know what I mean... then we bothered to take our clothes off. But then we had something goin', didn't we?" He looked across the desk and down at her through a haze of smoke.
Hatred was in her eyes. "Does that mean we haven't got anything going now?"
"I don't know yet. I'll have to do some thinking on it. You want some mouthwash?"
She nodded.
"John's in there. It's in the cabinet above the sink."
She got to her feet and moved across the room. At the door she paused. "Nick?"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"In your thinkin' you wouldn't be entertaining the idea of havin' me apply for the third floor, would you?"
"You said it," he replied.
"I'm a whore, Nick, but I ain't no prostie."
"There's worse things."
"I'd kill myself first."
He went back to the paper on his desk. "I'll do some thinkin' on it." When the door of the restroom closed behind her, he buzzed his secretary. "Gertie, is that broad ready out there?"
"Yes, Mr. Jennings."
"Good... listen! This piece in here's usin' the can. When she's done, get her number, if she's got one, and then move her ass out the door. Unless, you want a little of it."
"No thanks," she replied. "You know I like 'em young and tender. An' young and tender that one ain't!"
Chapter Two
Clara Crukshank had finished one number and was midway through the second when the voice boomed from the back of the room.
"Hold it... hold it!"
The musicians stopped instantly. Clara shielded her eyes from the bright lights with an upraised hand. She peered into the darkness, trying to put a face to the voice.
The voice boomed again. "What was your name again?"
"Clara," she said. "Clara S. Crukshank."
"What's the 'S' for?... Shit?"
"Sabrina."
"Jesus!" said the voice. "Oakie?"
"Yeah, boss," the drummer replied from behind her.
"Where'd you get that shit?"
"Hers."
"They're my own arrangements," Clara said somewhat defiantly.
"They're shit. That's country. You're not a country singer."
"I have always been a country singer," Clara said.
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"That's not a very long always, kid."
"I'm country."
"Where're you from?"
"Montreal."
"Canada?"
The voice bubbled with laughter. "I believe that's where Montreal has been located for quite some time."
"Shit." The voice got serious again. "Oakie?"
"Boss?"
"Get up there. You, Sabrina, sit down and listen to him do the same number. He's from Muskogee and he's a pro at it. But he does it on his own Goddamn time."
Clara's face flushed a bright pink. She had a violent urge to tell the voice to take a fuck at the moon, but she found a chair and sat down.
The tall man with the long blonde hair and the sad eyes unwound his string bean frame from behind the drums and moved to the microphone.
A low, down-home, back-country wail erupted from his throat. He slurred in and out of phrases without really singing them.
Yet, in his soft baritone, with its ambling, twanging quality, he lulled his audience.
He finished, he replaced the mike, then slid back behind the drums.
Clara sat, biting her lip, staring at him wondering if she had written that. "Now that," said the voice, "is country."
Clara stepped back on the stage. "What do you want to hear?"
"Do you know 'Sliding'?"
"Yes."
The band started behind her. She sang the song the way it was supposed to be sung.
In the darkness, Nick nodded to himself. He'd found another one. She was so good she didn't even know. Did she have anything under that fucking tent she had wrapped around her. What did her face look like under that mop of hair? With that voice, good arrangements, and a little style, it probably wouldn't matter.
But, Jesus country? And Clara?
She was barely half finished with the number when Nick walked out of the room and back to his office.
The room seemed to echo with her beautiful voice as she replaced the mike and again shielded her eyes. She waited a few seconds.
"Well?"
Silence.
"Son-of-a-bitch," she hissed, then picked up her guitar.
"Where ya' goin'?" Oakie asked.
"Back to the alley," she answered. "It might not be, but it's beans."
"I wouldn't... not just yet."
"Why not?"
"Cause I think ya' got a winner."
"Well?" Gertie said, when Nick walked in.
"She's good... better than most, maybe the best," he said, taking a sip of the Scotch.
"Wow."
"Huh?"
"Just... wow. You say that... just like it's a second coming."
"Oh... yeah." He smiled and reached out, squeezing her braless nipple through her sweater. It was a game he played, betting himself he could get some kind of a rise out of her. He never did.
"You're dead," he said.
"You know better," she replied, then she reached between his legs. She found his cock and squeezed it. It started to rise immediately. "Pussy power," she said, "much more potent."
"Jesus, I hate your dyke guts, but I'll probably marry you one of these days... when we're both past our prime."
"Promises, promises. I've said yes a hundred times, but you never get off the pot." She released his cock and became business. "What'd I do with her?"
"Get her cleaned up... do something about that mop on her head and get her dressed like a lady. Then bring her over to the place about eight tonight."
"Okay," Gertie replied.
Nick stood up and moved to the elevator. "Anything really important pops up... I'll be upstairs."
"Poker? At this hour?" she said.
"Third floor," he said.
"Oh. Just a little squeeze?"
"Sweetheart," he said, stepping into the elevator, "you know you always affect me that way."
He stepped off the elevator and nearly ran into Genie.
"Well, shit-on-a-stick, hot-damn. Boss, you ain't been up here in so long I thought your pecker done fell off!"
"Hello, you fat old bitch. Give us a kiss!"
The huge woman threw her flabby black arms around his neck and mashed her thick lips over his in a slobbering kiss. He could feel her gigantic tits mash against his chest and he could imagine them hanging nearly to her waist when she was nude.
Nick had never seen the big black woman nude. He often wondered what such a mountain of flesh would look like without any clothes on.
She broke the kiss and dropped her huge, ham like hands down to his narrow buttocks. She pulled his hips forward and pound her pelvis against his cock. Her mound felt soft and at least a yard wide against his groin.
"You come up to nail ol' Momma Genie today? Huh? I'll give that pecker of yours some a' Momma's special treatment. Those skinny young pussies ain't learned half about fuckin' what Momma done already forgot!"
"Not today."
They started down the hall toward the private apartment he kept an the third floor for just this type of afternoon.
"How's business?" he said, rubbing his arm against the side of her breast.
"Don't gimme that shit, Nick honey. You keepin' the books!"
"Business is good," he said. "How much you steal from me so far this month?"
"'Bout a thousand... give or take a trick or two," she cackled.
And she had. And he knew it. And he didn't care. Like Gertie, his secretary, Genie could have anything she wanted. The only reason there was a third floor was because of Gertie. He knew she was smart enough and tough enough to handle any kind of a house. That's why he had one.
They entered the apartment.
"Got anything new?" Nick asked, pulling his shirt from his pants and starting to strip. "Anything tender, not too used, and efficient?"
"Got just the thing, Nicky... a little redhead came last week from Cleveland. New to the business, but good. Fella had her all night last night and said she got the snappingest pussy he ever fucked."
"She a groanin' phony?" Nick was down to his shorts. He rolled them down his legs.
"No way. Girls say she digs it so much she goes out and gives it away on her day of f."
"Send her in," Nick said. "But wait a few minutes. I gotta shower... wash some dirt off from a piece downstairs."
Genie cackled and fisted his cock. "With a prick like you got, boss, she probably won't even take the two days off with pay she gets for fuckin' you'."
"Get outta here," he said, laughing and slapping her on the ass.
Nick watched the swing of her jutting twin checks as she walked out.
He kicked his discarded clothes into a pile. He stopped in front of the big mirror that was directly in front of the oversized bed. A smile came to his face as he viewed his naked body.
Forty-five years old and his face and body had the condition of someone eighteen years younger. He stood six feet two stripped, and there was no fat on his muscled frame. The eyes and the lips had a cruelty in them that even he could see. They showed an evil beyond the petty shortcomings of most men.
Nick Jennings possessed evil like he would a whore. He professed ownership of evil, using her, but never discarding her.
He stepped into the shower and felt relieved as the hot spray poured over his body. He lathered himself, enjoying the almost sensual feeling of the hot water.
He turned off the tap and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked back into the living room and over to the bar. He found a bottle of Scotch.
As he was pouring a drink, there was a light tap on the door. "Come in!" he called. "Drink?"
"One cube... no water."
He didn't turn around. "Sit down... make yourself at home."
"It's nice," she said. "Red plush. I've never been here before."
"Few people have," he said, turning around with the two glasses in hand.
She was young, probably around twenty. Flaming red hair and a youthful quality of impishness. Going down, the impishness and the innocence stopped at her neck. The robe was loose, more like a drape hanging over her shoulders. The bra was having a hard time holding her swelling breasts captive.
His eyes wandered over the slight rise of her belly over the fragile bikini panties. They were sheer and did little to cover the inviting dark triangle that covered her pussy-mound.
She rose to accept the drink and he undressed her with his eyes. She looked down at the front of his towel and quickly glanced away. Nick thought he noticed a red tinge creeping over her face.
Jesus, a blushing whore. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed?"
"A little," she replied, sipping the drink. "I'm a whore, but this is a freebie and... you're kind of a legend."
He laughed. "Fuckin' a legend is just like fucking anybody else, baby."
"Oh," she said, again dropping her eyes to the towel. It was bulging. "That's not what I heard."
The towel bulged even more. Her clit began to rise and fall with excitement.
"What's your name?" he said, finishing his thought.
"But... what's your name?"
"Fay."
"Come here, Fay." Watching her, he let the towel fall to the floor.
Her wide eyes on his cock made it harder. She stood directly in front of him, and he could almost smell her need. She could see his. Putting his arms around her, his hands moved lower, cupping her fleshy, nylon-covered buttocks.
He pulled her to him. His hands began to move slowly around and around on the cheeks of her ass. The motion caused her full, flaring hips to rotate against his body.
He looked down between their bodies, between the heaving swell of her breasts. His cock was mashed against her belly, pointing straight up, the head pressing against her navel. His cock jumped and gleamed.
His mouth found her waiting lips. They kissed slowly, passionately. His tongue wormed its heated way past the teeth into her mouth. He found a tongue as eager as his what they met and licked at each other furiously. It lasted a long time. When it ended, they were petting heavily.
She leaned harder against him and explored the taut, corded muscles of his ass-cheeks. He found the hooks in her bra. It was a strapless. When he released the clasp, she leaned back slightly, letting her bra fall to the floor between them.
When she leaned forward again, he felt the huge pillows of her breasts mashing against his chest. The hard nipples seemed to burn hales in his body.
God, he thought, how could they be that big and that firm?
He stepped back slightly and cupped them in his hands. Hard nipples stood straight out from huge dark areolas.
She was moaning now, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.
"Gertie was right," Nick whispered.
"Huh?"
"Gertie said you loved to fuck. She was right."
"Who wouldn't?" she said, reaching between them and grasping his huge cock. Her fingers couldn't reach around it. "Who wouldn't, with something like this to work on?"
Nick kissed the tip of her right breast. It swelled to a greater size. Slowly he moved his lips around the bobbing nipple, then brought his tongue into play.
She squealed in delight and her hand became a blur on his cock.
Nick pulled her backward with him onto the bed. He rolled her over beneath him. He slid one hand dawn between their straining bodies until he felt the swell of her belly and then the smoothness of her sheer panties. His probing fingers continued on wider the elastic band. When he could feel the softness of her dark, softly curling pubic hair, he paused.
Gently, he caressed, and his fingers combed through her pubic hair until he found the peak of her wet slit.
"Oh, J... oh, sweet Jesus, you're turning me on," she moaned.
"You got a lot of nice body to turn on, Fay honey," he said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
She was beginning to writhe and hump her cunt against his exploring fingers. Her frantic hands surrounded his rigid cock. She pumped his cock.
"Now, Nick... do it to me now!" she begged, her voice barely audible in his ear. "Put it in me... fuck me with it!"
Her aroused body twisted and writhed in need beneath him. Moving a little to the side, he allowed her to lay flat while he moved between her legs.
"My panties," she said. "Nick, my..." He shredded them, dropping the pieces of nylon to the floor beside the bed. Her thighs parted eagerly. His cock, already wet with his own desire, slid from the mound of her belly. His seeping cockhead slithered down and came to rest lightly in the gap between her parted cunt-lips.
"Oh, God, now!" she cried. "Give it to me! Just hump forward and ram your cock into me!"
She was arching toward him, shaving the mouth of her cunt toward his cock. He settled himself deeper between her thighs, and his chest slid over the hard tips of her tits.
"That feels good," he said, the huge tip of his cock tickling the tender lips of her now soaking cunt. "Is it in!"
She guided his cock into her cunt in one, smooth, long stroke.
He paused, grinding his pelvic bone against her hardened and exposed clitoris, and then he began a smooth, in-and-out pumping motion.
"Good?" he said, panting slightly with extension.
"The best," she replied, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting her ass high in the air. "Oh, yes, like that, Nick. Oh, honey, you got a nice cock! Feed it to me good... yes... yes..."
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her roughly up to him. His throat erupted in animal grunts of desire as he pounded his thick meat into her wet pussy.
Her face became contorted with lust, and her head moved from side to side. Her big tits rolled back and forth, the nipples brushing and heating up against the hair on his chest.
She was climbing toward her peak and he knew it. He felt her nails digging into, the flesh of his shoulders, urging him to give her everything he had.
"You got it?" he panted.
"Oh, y-yeah!" she stammered. "I'm right here... I'm so close... don't stop! Please don't stop!"
"I ain't gonna, honey," he said, smiling down at her lusting face. "Not for a long, long time."
Her body tightened and arched up against him. Her pelvis pound violently against his as her pussy sucked and swallowed the full force of his hammering cock.
"I got it... I got it... now!" she screamed.
Her release was violent as only a professional whore's can be. When a pro gets it, she gets it good, whether it's on the end of another woman's tongue or, now and then, on the big shaft and head of a good cock.
Her fingernails went crazy on his back. Red welts and gashes appeared from his clenched buttocks up to his muscular shoulders. All of her weight was up on her shoulders with her legs back over them. As the hard ridge of his cock slid back and forth, it scraped against her clit.
She writhed and screamed through a total climax, then sagged back, spread-eagled beneath him. He paused and eased his cock in and out of her cunt a few times.
When she regained her breath, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "You didn't come."
"I will," he said.
"You gave it to me instead."
"When's the last time you came on a cock?"
"Jesus, man," she said. "I can't remember. Damn, that was good."
"Yeah," he sighed.
"I'm gonna feel like shit if I can't get you off."
"You will. Don't worry about that," he said, looking at her. Her face looked innocent and elfish. "I get a lot of my kicks gettin' whores off."
"Yeah," she said. "I guess it is a fuckin' challenge. It takes quite a stud to do it."
"Thank you, madam."
"I wish I were."
"What?"
"A madam. Then I'd only have to fuck guys like you."
They both laughed.
Nick's cock was still rock-hard, and still inside her cunt. He had been running it very slowly in and out the full length of her soaking pussy. Each time, on the outstroke, he had teased her clit with the enormous ridge of his cock.
She hadn't even realized what he was doing, but she suddenly found herself aroused all over again. "Oh, shit," she said, lifting her legs.
"Have I told you that you've got a great body?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Have I told you that you've got a great cock? You want me to blow you?"
"You want me to eat you?"
"I'd rather have your cock fucking me," she said.
"Then let's fuck."
Everything in the room smelled of fucking now. Her inner thighs were slick from the sticky juices of her last orgasm and the current response to his teasing cock. The smell of woman was strong as he climbed back on top of her and pushed the full length of his meat, clear up to his balls, into her hungry cunt.
"Oh, God, what a cock!" she groaned, the thirst for his cunt-filling cock again taking over her mind and body.
He started to fuck her even more vigorously than before. The huge trunk of his rod filled the walls and expanded the lips of her cunt completely, stretching them to the limit as he fucked in and out.
Nick loved every stroke of his cock going into her. He could come on almost any given lunge, but he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her beautiful, willing body. He didn't want to come and end the bliss, but the practical tricks she was performing with her cunt became more than he could stand.
"Oh, Nick... Nick, Nick!" she cried. "Your cock fills my cunt so good... so fucking good! Give it to me! Pound the fucking rod clear up to my tits!"
Her scream and the gyrations of her silky thighs sewed to drive him on. He bunched the cheeks of his ass and pound his cock into her with ever-increasing fury. He charged up her pussy as her cunt gripped and milked him harder. He prodded the sweet, murky darkness of her hole to its very depths.
Constant moans of delight filled the room as he pound his bone against her and his cockhead against her cervix.
He released her tits and put his hands on the sides of her body. Raising himself above her so that they were joined only by cock to cunt, he got even more leverage.
She looked between her legs and laughed aloud with brimming joy as she saw the huge width and length of his cunt-soaked cock ramming like a piston into her gaping pussy.
"Oh, God, you got a ck... sweet Jesus, what a prick. Beautiful... beautiful," she moaned as she continued to match his rhythm. She hunched and stabbed her hips up against his body, sheathing his cock again and again with her cunt. Her muscles contracted with every lunge, milking the cum from his seething balls.
"Oh, shit!" he screamed. "Suck it with your cunt! I'm coming... there!"
Her climax met his spurting cream somewhere in the pit of her pussy. She milked his cock with the talented muscles of her cunt until his heart would melt and flow into her along with his heated cum.
They continued to fuck until their fluids and their energies were totally expended. He fell to her side, bringing her around with him so that his cock remained inside her cunt.
They said nothing. They had already said everything with their bodies. They lay side by side, their eyes reflecting the satisfaction they both felt.
At last his cock became deflated enough to slip out of her cunt.
He glanced at the clock and then back at her. He gently kissed the tempting bulge of her tit before he got up and left her sleeping.
What a difference, he thought, as he showered, between a whore who has nothing and gives everything, and a whore who has everything and gives nothing.
In his mind he was comparing the two women he had taken in that same afternoon. Natalie was definitely second best.
He selected a shirt, tie, and suit from the well-stocked wardrobe. Dressed, he returned to the bed and again kissed her lightly on the breast and then the forehead. An outsider, seeing the action, would have been amazed at his tenderness.
"I'll see you again," he whispered, then moved to the door.
"Good?" she said as he opened the door.
He turned and looked at her. She hadn't moved, but one eye was open.
"You little, fake."
"Good?" she repeated.
"Damn near the best," he replied. She winked.
He moved into the hall. At the elevator he met Gertie. It seemed she always showed up just as he was leaving to get a report on her choice.
"Well?" she said, sporting a smile as wide as her face.
"That all?"
"Very nice," he said, stepping into the elevator.
"How much you gettin' for her?" he said, holding the door.
"A hundred a fuck."
"Get two!" Nick said.
Chapter Three
Nick barely had time to get into the house and order dinner before the bell rang. He pushed the buzzer under the bar which activated the lock on the front door.
"Gertie?"
"I'm in the den. Come on in."
He finished off the drink and put the glass on a tray as two women entered the room. He moved around the bar. The women were almost hidden by the bundles of packages they carried.
"Just dump those," he said. "We'll have a look at them later. Here."
He handed a drink to Gertie who had just opened her arms and let the packages fall. "Thanks... Jesus, the fucking crowds."
He turned to the girl, offering a drink.
He stared. She wasn't the little ragamuffin with the mop of hair and the tent over her body any more. Makeup had brought out the natural beauty of her face and a hair stylist had done a great job.
Nick was more than attracted to her already. He didn't like the feeling.
"I understand you two haven't officially met. Clara, this is Nick Jennings."
"I recognized the voice," the girl said. "Is that drink for me?"
"That's what it's hanging on the end of my arm for."
"I don't drink," she said. "Only a little wine." Nick smiled. "Bar's right there. Help yourself." He drank her drink in one long swallow as he watched her walk to the bar. Gertie had done well. The skirt was tight across well-formed buttocks that bounced delightfully with every step. Beneath it, she had long, well-shaped legs. She was much taller than he had at first assumed.
When she got to the bar and turned, he noticed her tits. They were large and nicely shaped. The material of her blouse was stretched dangerously taut across then. It was easy to see that the bra under the blouse was full to the bunting point. They were firm, proud tits and Nick guessed that they would fail to sag even when she was on her back.
Gertie poke, drawing his attention away from the girl. "Did to good?" she said, easing herself into a chair by the fireplace.
"You done good," Nick said, occupying an adjacent chair.
Clara returned from the bar and stood between them.
"Dinner will be ready in about a half hour, honey," Nick said. "Why don't you grab one of those packages and bop upstairs and change?"
"I'm fine the way I am."
Nick's eyes met Gertie's briefly.
"Be a nice girl," Gertie said, "and model some of Daddy's purchases. Pick any door at the top of the stairs. They're all bedrooms."
The girl looked from Gertie to Nick. Neither of them returned her stare. She shrugged, grabbed one of the boxes, and left.
"What did you buy?" Nick asked.
"Even... soup to nuts," she replied. "I didn't exactly know what your plans were for her, so I went the whole route... from the skin out."
"There's a lot more there than I thought there would be."
"Boss," she said, turning to him at last, "you got no idea what's under those clothes. A couple of times, in those dressing rooms, I had one hell of a time keeping my hands off her. What a set of tits."
Nick chuckled. "Nicer than yours?"
"As good. But ten years younger and finer," Gertie said. "Believe me, I hope you lose I don't think I've had a chance at anything so nice since Connie had her accident."
They both fell silent. It was the first time in over a year that Gertie had mentioned her former lover's name.
Connie had also been Nick's mistress. She had gotten close to... too close. She had learned too much about his business. He had kept her for years and had never guessed that she was living with Gertie at the same time.
And Gertie never knew about Nick. Gertie was a wry jealous woman. When she found out about Nick, Connie had her accident... a free fall with no chute from eleven floors up.
Then Gertie got a gun and came looking for Nick. She found him, but her resolve broke down before she could kill him.
He beat her nearly to death, then, after a tearful scene, he gave her a job along with the name of Gertie. That had been seven years before, and Nick couldn't even remember her real name any more.
Gertie and Gertie. Now he couldn't do without either one of them.
"A hundred bucks for your thoughts," she said. "Connie," she said.
"She was a cunt."
"Hell of a piece of ass though."
"I'll bet this one's better."
Nick chuckled again. "I bow to the expert. What did you find out?"
"Next to nothing. She wouldn't open up at all. Little things maybe, like she has no taste and no class. But she's not dumb. When she found out you were footing the bill, she chose the most expensive of everything."
Nick's mind returned to Clara's body. He could almost see her undressing upstairs. Again he felt the attraction.
Nick stood up. "Have any trouble getting rid of Natalie this afternoon?"
"No... meek as a lamb. Gave her the 'don't call us, we'll call you' routine," Gertie said, linking arms with him.
"Where'd you nail her?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know fucking well what I mean," he said, laughing.
Gertie smiled. "On the sofa in your office."
"I thought so. How was she?"
"A hell of a lot better than you had, I'll bet."
"I don't doubt that," he said. "But I think I still went you one better. A new girl on the third floor. Fay."
"Good?" Gertie said, her eyes lighting up.
"I'll check it out tonight after I leave here."
Upstairs, Clara stripped the blouse and skirt from her body. She mumbled, talking to herself.
When she was stripped to her bra and panties, she leaned against a bedpost. Her body was shaking, and even though the temperature in the room was warm, goose bumps popped out on her flesh.
Her shoulders shook and she saw the tops of her breasts quiver and bounce above her bra.
"Jesus, she was right. He would be enough to make a lesbian turn colors."
She moved one hand and slid it down over her belly and under the elastic band of her panties. She touched the wiry, matted curls of her blonde pubic hair and let two fingers continue their path downward.
"Jesus, I'm soaked."
And she was. The excitement of just being around him, around the power and sex that he stood for, had started her juices flowing like a fountain. The crotch of her panties was wet to the dripping point and some of the sticky substance had dripped down to her thighs.
"What'll I do if... Jesus, he's something else." She remembered the last letter in her bag. It always helped to read that.
Without realizing it, two of her fingers had slipped up into her cunt. She smiled. That might help. She turned her body around and sat on the bed. Leaning against the post, she hiked her legs up and put both hands inside her panties. She pulled the lips of her cunt wide while she inserted first one, then two, then three fingers of her other hand far up her hole.
Her pussy was warm, and wet, and sticky.
And, oh God, how good her three trembling fingers felt, surging up the hungry cavity. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip.
She bit down hard and immediately tasted blood.
"Come... come... come!" she chanted.
She spread her knees even wider. A feeling of intense fire swirled through her cunt. She balled her fist and shoved it far up her slit. She mashed her cunt and rubbed, gently at first and then with ever-increasing pressure.
"Burn... bum it up, now," she groaned. "Come... come... now!"
The bed came alive as she fucked her fingers hungrily up into the moistness of her hole. She withdrew them only to drive them in again, even harder and farther.
She thrust against her hand, screwing it deeper into her pussy. She thought of Nick's cock. She'd never seen it, but she knew what it was like from the letters. She knew the feel of it, the size of it, and the power of his prick.
Her hand became that cock. She could feel, almost see its huge, thickly-glistening shaft ramming its way into her clasping cunt. It sank through the soft pubic hair and hammered its way into her cock-hungry pussy.
Her hand became that cock as her gasps became those of a fucked woman. She was suddenly grinding her ass up beneath his racing body, surging her own sweating thighs toward his in search of an orgasm. Now he was a wild man, totally in her power, pumping his cum-filled prick into her hot cuntal channel.
"Oh God... oh, my God!" she moaned.
Her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the massive male meat she had never seen or touched.
But now she only had her fingers.
In desperation she reached beneath her fleshy ass-cheeks and searched in the wet crevice between them. She found the target and wormed a finger deep into the tiny puckered opening of her ass-hole.
"Yes... oh there... there," she gasped aloud, as the pain lanced through her prickling flesh. She paused for a second, then again took up the rhythm.
Her breasts worked their way out of her bra. Her nipples, darkly pink and gorged with blood, danced like dervishes before her eyes.
Her face went white as she felt her climax approaching. It tilled her body and rushed through her mind with a great wave. She hung for a moment, gasping for air, as her body vibrated and teetered on the edge of release.
And then the clear, white-hot juices from her cunt gushed warmly around her fingers. They covered her hand and ran down between her smoothly-tensed buttocks. She could feel the sweet wetness and she reveled in it.
Her body quivered, her buttocks remained in the air, swaying. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her clenching vaginal walls until the last, dying throbs of her delicious come had quelled in her body.
At last her fingers slithered wetly from her satiated cunt. She rolled limply to her side, still panting.
After several seconds, she crawled from the bed and examined her panties. They were soaked.
"Shit," she said, stripping them from her body.
In the bathroom she rolled the flimsy garment into a tight little ball and flushed it down the john. The bra was soaked with perspiration, so she dropped it into the wastebasket, then she turned to the mirror to try to repair her make-up and disheveled hair.
Working with the tools of her sex that she found in the bathroom, she imagined what the woman, Gertie, would think if she could see her. That afternoon Clara had professed nothing but ignorance about make-up and its proper application.
But then it wouldn't do for either of them, Gertie or Nick, to know that she was not just a hippie chick who sang folk songs.
All models knew everything possible about make-up. It was part of the trade. And she might not have been the top model in Canada, but she was right up there. Maybe not enough to be known in the States, but enough to finance the three years it had taken to get where she was in her plan to get to Nick Jennings.
Chapter Four
Dinner was a leisurely affair, with lots of conversation about the celebrities who had visited Nick's third-floor whorehouse. Clan couldn't care less about the strange and intimate sexual perversions of the high and the mighty. Besides, the constant reference to things sexual unnerved her.
Nick would often turn to the girl and tender a personal question. Clara managed to field most of them, giving him a capsulated story of her life.
She was the daughter of an Episcopalian priest and a former model who sometimes acted. She had gone to school in Montreal and studied music for awhile in New York. She had a brief affair with a concert violinist when she was younger. It had ended tragically and, in remorse, she had joined the group she was now with. She had been with them for three years trying to preserve her independence without touching the very large trust left to her by her father and mother after they had died doing missionary work in the Congo.
Clara paused at the end of her monologue and toyed with her food. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nick smile.
"I believe," he said, lifting his wine glass to his lips, "that there is a lesson to be learned here." He drained his glass. "For instance," he continued, "that dress you have on is lovely. And you, my dear, are lovely in it. Do you like it?"
Clara looked down at the dress and then back at him. "Yes... very much."
"Good. Gertie, how much did that dress cost me?"
"About three hundred and fifty dollars... give or take," Gertie replied, totally engrossed in her salad.
"That is a great deal of money. Yet, because it cost so much, one should respect it if one respects the money that bought it. But value, you see, is relative to respect. And even though I value money and what it can buy, there is a point. I value that dress just about as much as I value the story of your life. Erg..."
He reached across the table and poured the remainder of the wine into her lap.
"Jesus Christ!" Clara said, leaping to her feet.
"Your story is bullshit. Now, would you care to tell me the truth?"
"That was a stupid way to make your point," she hissed.
"It was, copy," Nick said, "and what's copied once can be copied twice. It can be replaced. Now sit your ass back in that chair and talk straight with me!"
"I'm going upstairs to change."
"The fuck you are. Now sit down!"
"The dress is wet. It's uncomfortable."
"Then take it off."
"Right here? I don't have anything on underneath it."
"I know," Nick said, smiling up at her.
She sat down. "I was born in Montreal. I never knew my old man. He took off before I was born. My old lady was a hooker. She overdosed when I was about fourteen. I met a guy with a group going into the States, traveled with him for a year, got pregnant and married him."
"Where's the kid?" Nick asked.
"I aborted it just in time. The asshole I was married to started bringing other guys home to sleep with us. I thought for a while it was for kicks, but I found out real quick that he wanted them more than he did me."
"Happens," Nick said, puffing on the cigar. "Go on."
"I was broke... fucked up. I turned a couple of tricks and got caught."
"And deported."
"Yes."
"That's what I wanted to hear about. Do you have a record?"
"Yes."
"No problem," he said, leaning back again in his arm.
"You mean you can get rid of it?" she asked. "The arrest record?"
"Not exactly," Nick said, glancing at Gertie. "You just become somebody else. That's all." Nick turned back to Clara. "You went back to Canada?"
"Yeah."
"You trick up there?"
"No. I got a job and worked it into modeling."
"You?"
"I modeled bras," she said. "For us full-figured girls!"
"Figures," Nick said. "So you decided on show business, found out you had a voice, and found another group?"
"That's about it," she said.
"And no relatives. You didn't have any sisters or brothers, did you?"
She started to speak, then paused. Would he check? She shouldn't have pissed. "One... a sister... four years older then me."
"Where's she?"
"She died... a few years ago."
"Good," he mused. "That should make it easier."
Clara barely suppressed the desire to scream. But she remained still.
"You can go change now," he said, dismissing her with a wave of his cigar. "We'll be having brandy in the den."
She left the table.
Nick and Gertie slid back their chairs, linked arms, and strolled into the adjoining room.
"We'll, of course, go with the priest, missionary, Congo, bullshit story," Gertie said.
"Of course," Nick replied, pouring the brandy. "If we go."
He handed Gertie a glass of brandy and she moved to a chair by the fireplace.
Nick leaned against the bar. "You know, there's something about her."
"I know a sweet ass and beautiful tits."
"No more than that," he continued, moving to a chair and sitting down.
"What else is there?" Gertie said.
"I mean, when I look at her there's something... I just can't put my finger on it."
"My God," Gertie exclaimed. "He's in love." Nick laughed. "Only with you, you bitch," he said, sliding his hand down the front of her dress to cup one swaying breast. He felt the fleshy globe ooze out around his hand as he mashed it against her ribs. "She does have a fine frame," he mused.
"You should see it naked," Gertie said.
He looked straight into her laughing eyes, then removed his hand from her tit. "That's just what I was thinking about doing," he said. "Excuse me."
"You're excused," she said. "Lucky dog." He took his time going up the stain and down the hall. Just outside her door he pound the cigar out in an ashtray on one of the hall tables. He glanced at the painting on the wall above the table.
It was a nude, a fat nude. Her tits hung to her navel. The nude's wispy dark patch of pubic hair was almost obscured by the fleshy thighs.
The nude was white. But Nick thought of Genie. "Someday," he whispered, "Just for the hell of it, someday."
Then he compared the painting on the wall to the flesh and blood on the other side of the door. He turned the knob and entered the room.
Clara was facing away from him, looking into the mirror. It took her a few seconds to see his reflection. She whirled around and pulled the bra she'd just started to put on closer to her; the bra only half covered her enormous breasts. She stood, wide-eyed and naked, save for sheer pink panties that outlined her triangle of blonde fluff.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I thought you said you didn't have anything on under that dress."
"I didn't. I brought up another box with me... what do you want?"
"That should be fairly obvious," he said, moving toward her and gently running his hand across the rapidly rising bulge in the front of his tight pants.
She watched his hand. "No way," she said, pulling the now overflowing cups closer to her breasts and cupping them in place with her hands.
It was her face... no, her eyes, he thought, stopping directly in front of her. There was a look, a mannerism, a feeling that he recognized and knew.
But it dwindled away as his gaze moved down over the perfection of her body. Her tits were large. A shadow ran deeply between her tits. The light also high-lighted the large crescents of darkness where her nipples strained against the cloth.
Her soft, full thighs were gleaming columns of invitation that sent a wave of desire through his body. A kind of desire he hadn't felt in years. Beyond, in the mirror, he could see the pink-covered cheeks of her ass proudly jutting outward.
He thought she had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. Again he felt that uncontrollable attraction that had made him feel so uncomfortable.
"Win you get out of here?"
He smiled. He grasped the strap of her bra and he pulled it out of her clutching fingers. Her big breasts popped straight forward. He noted with satisfaction that the swollen brown nipples were hard and throbbing.
He stood back and surveyed her breasts openly, watching them rise and fall with her heavy breathing, the nipples flashing her desire.
"You're beautiful."
The soft, gentle, almost yearning way he said the words gave her back the strength and resolve she needed. The open adoration in his eyes told her that if she didn't relent now, the ante and the subsequent treasure would be much higher later.
"I know I am," she said calmly.
He stepped forward and slipped his fingers under the band of her panties. His hand jerked back and the panties parted down the middle. He dropped them on the floor and licked his lips. He moved forward and placed his hands on the marks made by the panties where they had dug into her flesh.
He felt her fist pound on his chest as his lips settled on hers. At first, her lips were unyielding, but as his hands moved on her buttocks, rubbing her against the hardness that had formed in the front of his pants, her lips parted slowly.
Her tongue lashed out to meet his. Her arms were around his neck, hugging him tightly.
They fell back onto the bed. She landed beneath him and broke the kiss. "Do you want me to work for you? Sing for you?"
"Right now," he replied, his voice husky with passion, "that's about the second most important thing I want in the world."
"And the first?"
"You," he said, trying to control his breathing, watching her reaction.
He took one of her hands and moved it down to his swollen, throbbing cock. She closed her fingers over his prick, squeezing first and then moving her hand in a slow up and down rhythm on the shaft.
"You're huge," she said. But instead of wonder or desire in her voice, she said it with a matter of factness that bothered and rankled him. It was as if she were weighing a pound of hamburger against the price.
"And I'll say it again, you're beautiful. Think what we'd be together."
"I don't come with the bargain."
He rolled on top of her, moving between her legs and positioning the bulge in his pants over the hairy mat of her slit. He massaged one full, fat breast. Sensing an unwilling coldness in her that he had never experienced before, he tried to melt it by sheer force of will. He crushed his lips against hers, driving his tongue between her teeth.
For just a moment he taught he felt a flicker of desire in her, a slight arching of the back, a tiny forward thrust of her breast, her own tongue returned the ardor of his. But it was quickly I extinguished.
He raised up. "I'm going to fuck you."
"And I'm going to fight like hell. If you make me blow you, I'll try to bite your cock off. If you forget and spread your legs a little, I'll mash your balls clear up into your belly, and if I get the chance, when you're off-guard I'll tear your fucking eyes out."
"You know," he smiled, "I almost believe you."
"And if none of that does any good, you'll probably go ahead and fuck me. But if you do, you be fucking a corpse."
He lifted his body above her and looked down at her. He feasted his eyes on the smoothness of her skin and the golden curls that covered the pink slit between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide and he could see the juices from her cunt running in glistening streams down into the dark crease between her buttocks.
He smiled and pulled himself to his feet.
"I'll wait," he said, then walked out the door, without looking back.
If he had looked back, he would have seen her body break out in a cold sweat as her hands moved to the wetness between her thighs.
Downstairs Nick drained the glass of brandy in one long swallow.
"Don't tell me she wouldn't swing?" Gertie asked.
"What's it look like?" Nick said, following her eyes down to the still-protruding bulge in the front of his pants.
"It looks like she wouldn't," Gertie said. "Oh, well, there's another one around the corner. Like you say, they're like buses, two bits a ride and you get one on the next corner. I'll give her a little bread and get rid of her in the morning."
Gertie stood and pulled her coat around her.
"What?"
"No. Sign her! A good tight contract and start right away on getting her a new identity."
"You're crazy. You just said..."
"Gertie!"
"Okay... okay," she said, moving past him and stopping. "You're the boss."
"There's something about her," he said, more to himself and the room in general than to h.
"Hey."
"Huh?"
She reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around his cock. "You want me to take care of that for you?"
"Between your legs?"
She looked into his eyes, almost wavered, and then shook her head.
"Good night, Gertie," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Chapter Five
He recognized the sound of his bedroom drapes being pulled open. The harsh sunlight burned into his closed eyes. He refused to open them.
Nick had lain awake half the night thinking about her. Now he rolled away from the light, groaned, and burrowed deep into the covers. No, he told himself. Later. Right now it was back, back into the fog of sweet sleep.
There was a voice. Female. "Up, up, time to get up. It's nearly noon."
He opened one eye. All he could see above the rim of the covers was her face and the flowing mane of golden hair.
She stood on the balcony looking down at the pool. When she turned towards him and started to move, he shut his eyes.
And then the covers slid away from his naked body. Her lips touched his. He felt the tingle of her nipples scrape against his chest. Then the weight of her massive breasts settled down on him, only to be followed by the full length of her body as it smoothly moved atop his.
One of her hands slid between their bodies and traced a warm path across his belly. Then her fingers combed again and again through his heavy mat of pubic hair.
The bitch. She was moving too fast for his foggy mind, but he was determined to show her that she wasn't the only one with control. He willed his body to remain in a relaxed state no matter what she might do to him.
It was very difficult.
Her tongue entered his mouth, hotly searching out his. Her warm hand fondled and cupped his swollen testicles. She grasped his cock and ran a fingernail across the smooth, soft head.
He didn't move.
Her lips worked on his, hotly, while her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. Then he felt the weight of her breasts shifting on his chest as her hand continued to stroke his cock, faster and faster.
He was just on the edge. He knew he couldn't hold out for more than a few seconds with the blood racing to his prick... when she lifted her body from his and released his still-limp cock.
He opened his eyes. She had opened the door and moved back out onto the balcony. He coughed.
Without turning, she said, "You're a hard man to get up in the morning."
"Only when I want to be."
He found a glass of orange juice, and almost gagged at the sight of the eggs. She was obviously no cook. He started to lift the orange juice to his lips. He stopped. He looked.
Her shorts were white. Nick could tell at a glance that the flesh-tight garment was all she had over her ass. There wasn't room between the shorts and the skin for panties. They were so tight it looked like she had grown into them.
Nick had seen shorts before, even skin-tight ones, with nothing but flesh beneath them. But these were different. He could see little tufts of blonde hair curling out. Her fleshy ass-cheeks shimmered and jiggled inside the shorts.
The waistband didn't go straight across her dimpled buttocks like most shorts. It cut down in a vee from the hips, or a few inches below the hips. It was a deep vee that left her rear cleavage wide open to his view. The deep valley between her buttocks was covered by lace that saved the shorts from slipping clear off.
He smiled.
The shorts revealed more of her sweetly rounded, jutting ass-cheeks than they covered. But by showing so much, and hiding just enough, it caused more excitement in his expanding cock than if she had been completely nude.
His eyes stayed on her, moving hungrily up and down. He gave up trying to fight the rising tide in his cock. It grew and grew until the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment was for her to turn and see his cock.
He coughed again.
She shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. The movement made the cheeks of her ass move delectably.
The cunt. God, she was beautiful.
She was making him wait, knowing that his eyes would be riveted on her until she turned around.
He knew it, and he knew that she knew it, and that made him even angrier. But his eyes never left the undulating movements of her ass.
"Gertie called."
"Yeah. She said things are moving at a hundred per and I have an appointment with a Paul something-or-other at three this afternoon."
"Paul Carroll. He's an arranger. A damn good one," Nick said. Whispering, he added, "Turn around, you cunt!"
"I guess that means I'm in."
"I guess that's what it means," he replied.
"She told me to get there a little early to sign the contracts."
"I'll drive you over," Nick said.
"Thanks. That will leave us some time," she said, and started to turn around.
She did it slowly, still pretending to check out the grounds. She didn't fool him, it was part of the game. By turning slowly, she was accomplishing exactly what she wanted to achieve.
By time she was facing him, his cock was rigid and throbbing, standing like a red-tipped arrow straight up from his hairy porn.
She had a blouse on. There was no mystery about what was beneath it. It was made of a fish net material.
His eyes jerked back and forth from the blouse to the shorts. Her nipples stuck out at him, beckoning his eyes, his tongue, his mouth, through the netting. They were alive with lust and swollen to a full half inch of pulsing firmness. With most women, he would have been happy to just admire the tips as they rose and fell on the heaving mounds beneath the netting.
With this one he wanted more... much more. And he wanted it now. His gaze left her tits and moved to her shorts.
It was worse. The bitch.
Like the back, an identical vee left the front of her body clearly visible. The effect was sensuous beyond belief. No matter where his eyes strayed, they were automatically drawn back to the sides of the vee.
And then they slid down. There was enough, just enough of her soft blonde curls visible through the netting to drive him insane with need.
Again the feeling, the attraction, a need that went beyond just lust. He still didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"That's some outfit," he managed to growl.
"I'm glad you like it," she said, at last moving toward the bed. "You paid... Jesus Christ."
Now it was his turn. The cunt.
He looked down. His cockhead was nuzzled up against his navel and the thick tube on his underside was pulsing hard.
"Come and get it," he said, smiling up at her.
"You think I need it that bad... to crawl for it?"
"If you don't, the game's liable to get a little rough. If you know what I mean."
"I think I know you," she said.
When he looked back at her, he stared between her splayed legs. Her hand had slipped far down into the net. Her fingers worked busily under the bottom of the vee, while her ass rocked back and forth. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed. Her face was a mask of passion as she fingered herself.
"C'mere," he said.
"On my terms?"
"What terms?"
"My terms," she repeated. "You bitch!"
"Sticks and stones..."
"You cunt!"
She looked at him. "You've got a beautiful cock."
He bit his lip and wrapped both his hands around his throbbing cock as if to bring himself off.
"You really want to do that?" she said.
He pause. He didn't. He looked back up at her and smiled. "Your terms," he said.
She moved, like a lithe, sensuous cat. Her fingers still bulged at the bottom of the vee. She didn't remove them until she sat beside him on the edge of the bed.
Her fingers dripped with the sticky juices of her cunt. She smiled at him as she licked the fingers of her right hand and thrust her left hand toward his face.
The fingers reeked of the sweet, scent of pussy. It was a heady odor, almost musk, and it inflamed his nostrils. She passed the fingers under his nose, accentuating the odor, and then her sticky, sweet fingertips touched his quivering lips.
His tongue darted out and tasted the gooey substance. Then he parted his lips and her fingers entered his mouth. One by one he licked the cunt-juice off her fingers.
When the odor had diminished and her fingers were completely clean, she started to work on his body.
"Close your eyes and relax. We've got the time, and I want you to enjoy this -- enjoy it and remember."
He knew what she was going to do and he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her, wanted his cock in that blissful cavern where those fingers had delved.
But he had agreed... her terms. He cursed himself for it and, at the same time, wondered why he was allowing this little cunt to be the dominator.
But he was allowing it, and he knew he would enjoy it.
He shut his eyes and the sunlight was blotted out by the shadow of her moving body. All the tension slipped from his body under the manipulations of her trained fingers.
He felt her fingers on, his ankles, massaging gently as they moved up his legs in slow, lazy circles.
"You've got a nice body, firm and yet soft in the right places," she cooed.
"We make a pair of bodies, you and I."
"Huge balls. I'll bet there's a gallon of cum in there."
"You want to find out?"
"I will," she giggled. "Very soon."
She had covered all of his body except the immediate area around his groin. His prick was pulsing and erect from the sensations that crept deliciously through his body from her fingers.
"One time," she said, "when I was married, that son-of-a-bitch brought two guys home with him. Jesus, eighteen years old and getting gang-banged, three on one. He thought he was hurting me because I'd gotten pregnant and trapped him. The bastard didn't know it, but I loved it.
"One of 'em stuck his cock up my ass-hole from behind while I laid on my back on top of him. The other one climbed on top of me and tilled up cunt. Thank God the one in my ass was the smaller one. But still he was no midget. It hurt for a while, but then it started feeling good and I started fucking them right back.
"My old man had been watching. He liked to watch me get fucked. But he soon got so fucking hot himself that he couldn't take it any more. So he stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him off. I sucked him good while those other two fucked both my holes at once. I even worked it just right so they'd all come at once.
"It was then that I really found out about him. As soon as they came, he shoved 'em out and dived back into bed with me. He couldn't wait to get back into bed and suck their cum out of me. God, I was dumb. It took me all that time to realize that that was all he ever wanted -- their cum.
"An' I really never let him know until I dumped him that I didn't much give a shit. I loved cock and the more he brought home to fuck me, the better I liked it."
Between her fingers and her words, she was driving Nick crazy with desire. The suspense that was building up in him was almost unbearable.
"If you like cock so much," he croaked, "why don't you get on top of that and ride it."
"In time... maybe," she said.
"You cunt," he said, reaching for her. "Let's fuck!"
"Careful," she said. "You want to fuck a corpse?"
He settled back down.
"Anyway, it's better this way. You've always had it a little too easy. This way, when you do get it, you'll appreciate it more!"
"Fuck you!" he said.
"In time," she said. "My fingers feel good?"
"Yes," he admitted.
She continued. First one hand would work in small, teasing circles on his belly, then it would slip down almost to his cock, only to return again to the cramped, knotted muscles of his lower abdomen. The other hand worked on his inner thighs, tickling the hair lightly and kneading the skin.
He was at a sexual peak now and she knew it. She also knew, as her eyes continued roving over his giant erection, that if she didn't do something soon herself, she would weaken and mount his cock. And that, at this point, couldn't be. She knew how she was affecting him and, when the time came to give him her body, she wanted him ready to pay her price for it. Her hand stroked his pulsing shaft lightly along the upper ridge, over the throbbing, semen-dripping head, and back along the underside.
Twice more her experienced fingers repeated the action. Shocks of fiery passion surged through his fevered body and he almost came. But then the fingers encircled his cock and held it firmly while the other hand fondled his balls.
Then he felt her body shift again and settle between his legs. She caressed his buttocks as her fiery nipples burned paths of heated passion up and down the flesh of his inner thighs.
Her hair fell in soft, tickling waves across his belly. Her lips found the head of his cock and kissed it. Then her tongue traced a path up and down the shaft just as her fingers had done previously.
When the length of his prick was slimy and slick with her saliva, her mouth returned to the cockhead and encircled it.
His muscles erupted in spasms of pleasure as he felt her tongue slide hungrily over his cock.
He felt her teeth as they passed his cockhead and then adjusted to the thickness of his shaft. He heard her take a deep breath, hold it, and then her head started the long descent.
He had never fucked Gertie, and knew of no man that had. But she had sucked him dry many, many times, and she was the only woman with the weird and strange ability to allow his massive cockhead to enter the depths of her throat. Gertie was the only woman who had ever been able to use her mouth and throat like a cunt and swallow the full length of his giant prick.
But, from the sensations he was experiencing, he was sure he had found Gertie's equal as a cocksucker.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her lowering golden head. Down, down it went and deeper went his cock into her throat. He couldn't move. He didn't want to. He just watched.
And then she hit bottom and the pleasure was excruciating, mind boggling in its immensity. Her nose ground into the wiry pubic hair above his cock while his balls bumped her chin.
Then she surprised him even more with her ability. While his cock was sunk to its full length in her throat, she opened her mouth wider. Her tongue began bathing his balls.
It was sublime. It was wild. He cried out with the instant heat of passion that it caused in his cock and balls.
And then she started bobbing up and down. On each down stroke, she again took the full length of his driving cock into her throat. Her mouth, as she dove and sucked, became like a sheath that threatened to unhinge his mind.
"God, oh God! Can you suck a cock!" he cried. The pleasure that filled him as she lifted and fell above him was immense, and he felt like his veins would burst from the boiling blood that thundered trough his quivering body.
Finally, he felt the detonating point approaching, and his hips lifted off the sheets to meet her diving head, trying to give her mouth more cock. Her hands stopped their cupping, squeezing motion and, for a moment, left his body. Then her fingers were between the cheeks of his ass. He lifted his hips higher and spread his legs wider for her entrance.
There was no prelude and very little warning. She stationed two fingers at his quivering asshole and shoved. They sank clear into his rectum and the fireworks started.
He jolted the first glob of sticky pleasure into her throat when a third finger joined the initial two. A surge of absolute animal passion and satisfaction tore through his body.
Nick lost the struggle quickly and his hips thudded up to meet her mouth. He poured cum into her throat and belly in hot, unending streams.
His body shook, convulsed, tossed, tumbled and churned through what seemed like a century of sensual relief, and her lips and hands didn't leave him until he was an immobile mass.
Slowly he felt himself coming back to reality and he fought it with everything he had, trying to hold onto the fantastic feeling.
When he finally realized that he couldn't hang onto it any longer, he opened his eyes and smiled at her.
His cock was still hard.
She was gassy-eyed. Tiny drops of cum bubbled from the corners of her mouth. She smiled at him and sucked them into her throat. She got up from the bed and started to move away.
He caught her arm. "I'm not through yet."
"What?"
"Can't you see," he said, getting off the bed and waving his still-hard cock at her belly, rubbing the rubbery head against her skin through the fishnet.
"No. I told you... no fucking."
"I ain't gonna fuck you, baby," he said. "I just want more of the same."
This time he was the aggressor. If she wanted in this way, it was suddenly all right with him. He wanted more, only this time he would drive it through the back of her head.
He placed his hands on top of her shoulders and roughly shoved her to her knees. He wanted another release and he wanted it quickly.
She didn't argue. In fact, she now seemed mesmerized by his huge cock. She went after it, moaning, like a glutton.
"Oh Nick, Nick!" she sighed. "You're so fucking good, so fucking big."
Her warm, slick lips found his stiff prick, enveloping it in soft, wet folds of flesh. Nick moved his hips in rhythm with the pumping action of her head.
She tried to once again control the situation, the tempo of their fucking. But she was powerless against Nick's raging animalism.
He was choking her.
She tried to hurry his climax with her tongue, running it around the sides of his prick. Nick rammed harder between her lips, using her mouth as little more than a wet hole. Faster and faster he went, until the muscles of his thighs and ass bounced and his cock was pounding as far as it could go with each thrust.
He screamed.
He rose to the tips of his toes and came in a flood of hot fury.
She gagged at the great amounts of cum that clogged her throat. He wouldn't release her head from his pounding prick until the last drop of his spunk was expended into her belly.
At last he released her, and she fell back to the floor, still gagging.
When she regained her breath, she looked up to where he stood above her. "You are an animal... just like she said."
"Who said?"
"A... never mind," Clara replied. "But you're an animal."
He let it pass. "I'll be even more of an animal when I split your cunt with this."
"I don't know if I want you to or not."
"You will. Everybody who works for me fucks with me. It's an unwritten law."
"I fuck who I want to fuck," she said.
"That's fine," Nick said. "I don't care who you fuck as long as you fuck me first. Remember that!"
I'll fuck you, all right, she thought. Believe me, I'll fuck you!
Chapter Six
Plain, almost dumpy Clara Crukshank became svelte, enticing, mysterious Sabrina.
The physical transformation was fairly simple, taking less than a week, but costing Nick a lot of money.
But that was only half of it. There was also the mental transformation that would give her the talent, the poise and the assurance she would need to become a star.
It began in Nick's office after a wild session in Nick's bedroom when she had blown him to two successive, exploding orgasms.
"Paul, you've already met Sabrina...?" Nick said.
"Of course. Hello, dear."
"Sabrina, this is Natalie Thomas. You may remember her, she was big once."
Sabrina smiled. Natalie glumly nodded back and mumbled a hello.
"Just so everyone gets the picture right away, I'll explain," Nick said. "Sabrina, Paul here is gay, and the best man in the business. It's his accompaniment that will make you go far if you listen to him.
"You'll be on the road a lot, so you'll need a keeper. That's Natalie's job. She's also one of the best stylists in the business. She'll, train you with technique."
"May I say something?" Natalie asked.
"Sure."
"When Gertie called me and said you had decided to give me a job, I didn't think it would be as a fucking baby sitter!"
The room fell silent. Then Nick rose and walked around the desk. Calmly, he slapped Natalie hard, then caught her with a backhand the other way that knocked her clear off the chair.
"For you, a job is a job," Nick said.
"You prick!" Natalie mumbled.
"Well?"
Natalie nodded and crawled back up on the chair. Nick pushed some papers toward Sabrina.
"Sign these!"
"Can I read them?" she asked.
"Sure... but there won't be any changes made in them and I can tell you what they say, loud and clear."
"Please do," she said, leaning back in her chair.
"It's a personal service contract with me and my corporation. It gives me forty percent of all your earnings. That's my side of it. From your end it guarantees you continuous employment."
"Yeah," Natalie sneered, "even if it's hooking on the third floor."
Nick laughed. "That's right."
Sabrina shrugged, leaned forward and signed the papers with a flourish.
"Good," Nick said. "Now you can go." They all stood up. "Except you, Natalie. I want to talk to you."
Paul and Sabrina left the office. Gertie had remained in her chair. Natalie glumly eased back into hers. When the door closed and they were alone, Nick spoke again, in even, low tones.
"Listen, you cunt. You'll do what I tell you when I tell you to do it, or you'll get your needles back and I'll sell you to a Chinaman. You understand?"
She nodded.
"And I want you to watch Sabrina like a wk... be her keeper. She gets the itch, you scratch it for her... but nobody else. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Y... I think you do. But just to make sure, I think I feel like a little entertainment. Gertie?"
"Yeah, Nick."
"Call upstairs. Have Genie get Fay ready and take her to my apartment."
"No... really, Nick," Fay said. "I really don't want to. Like Gertie told you... I don't do shows. Fucking is fucking, but no shows."
"Go ahead, Fay. It's just a friendly get-together. We're all friends."
Nick and Gertie were sipping Scotch and watching Fay and Natalie stand awkwardly at the foot of the bed.
"But I thought you... just you were comin' up, and we..."
"Oh, shit, Fay! You've already fucked Gertie and me..."
"You told him about us?" Fay said, whirling on Gertie.
"Jesus Christ, Little Miss Innocent," Gertie replied. "Hell, yes, I told him, honey. I tell him everything I do."
"I don't want to," Fay said, biting her lower lip.
"Go ahead, Natalie," Nick said, leering. "I know you want to."
"Nick," Natalie whispered. "You may not be the biggest son-of-a-bitch in the world, but you're among the top one."
"Don't you want to, Natalie?" he said.
"You know I do," she said. "But I'm like she is. I don't like an audience."
"I thought you loved audiences, applause and all that shit, Natalie," Gertie said.
"Not when I fuck," Natalie said.
"Natalie," Nick said, snapping his fingers, then pointing at Fay.
Natalie eyed Fay's body. Her mouth watered. The girl was attractive, young, and she hadn't had sex for a long time. At least, not the kind of sex she liked, woman to woman.
Natalie took the younger girl in her arms. Her hand fell to her skirt and slowly pulled it up to her hips. When it was high enough, she slid her hand between Fay's thighs.
Fay closed her eyes when Natalie kissed her.
Natalie pressed her fingers around the taut band of Fay's panties and into her cunt. Feverishly, her fingers worked in and out of Fay's pussy.
The girl was willing. It was obvious. Both Gertie and Nick could see it. They smiled at one another. Nick took Gertie's hand and placed it in his lap. Gertie went a step further and unzipped his zipper. It was a strain freeing his massive hard-on from his clothing, but she managed.
At last it was dancing straight up from his lap. Gertie chuckled as her hands ran up and down the shaft. "You know," she said, "sometimes, when I play with this damn thing I almost wish I was t... or at least a little cock with my pussy."
"You know it's yours," he said, "any time you want it."
Gertie started to reply, but the moans and groans from the two girls yanked her attention away.
Natalie had taken her fingers out of Fay's cunt. They were dripping with the girl's sticky juices. She immediately popped them into her mouth and sucked them clean of the tangy sweetness.
Then she slowly and methodically removed her own blouse and bra. Nick gave a tiny gasp. A drop of semen seeped from the end of his cock onto Gertie's hand when he again saw the tits he remembered so well. Even though she had gained some weight, her tits still had that youthful, supple firmness that had given him many a hard-on.
Her tits extended far beyond her body like two dark-tipped mountain peaks. Even though they were full and rounded, the ends were like two sharp-tipped cones. The soft, sweet darkness of her areolas covered nearly a third of her breasts.
Her tits began to bounce as Natalie's breathing became heavier. She had already stepped out of skirt and panties and was now undressing Fay. The girl stood immobile while Natalie removed first her skirt and then her blouse. The red nest of her pubic hair glistened wetly through the thin material of her panties.
It was Gertie's turn to gasp and squeeze Nick's cock in excitement. Natalie had removed Fay's bra and she had started rubbing their tits together, nipple to nipple.
Natalie pulled Fay's face down between her breasts. Natalie squeezed her huge tits over the girl's face and molded her exposed cunt against Fay's nylon-covered pussy.
Nick had unbuttoned Gertie's blouse so that her tits could hang out. Then he slowly and methodically, with her help, removed his clothes while she fisted his cock.
Quickly, Natalie sank to her knees in front of the redhead and rolled the panties down and over the flaring hips and quivering thighs. The girl's thighs were already glistening with the seeping juices from their hot cunts.
Natalie eased Fay to her back on the bed. She moved her arms around the other girl's waist, letting her mouth, her lips and her tongue glide over the swaying, firm breasts.
Fay was shuddering and moaning softly with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Her legs opened wide as Natalie's lips surrounded her right nipple and then the left one. She tongued the hard buds and then lovingly sucked them.
"Do you want her tongue in your pussy, Fay?" Gertie asked. "Do you want her to eat your cunt?"
"Tongue my cunt... suck my pussy!" Fay screamed. "I'm on fire!"
Natalie lowered her upper torso. The shift moved her ass high in the air. The asshole and pink flurry slit that Nick had filled so many times gleamed directly into his face. He pulled Gertie's hand away from his cock. He was almost ready to come.
He wanted to stick his cock into her, into anything, but he was waiting to wait -- to wait and watch. That type of agonizing patience would make the fuck that much better.
Natalie used her fingers on the girl's gooey cuntal entrance while she ran her tongue over the silken smoothness of her thighs. Natalie's lips moved closer and closer to Fay's soaking cunt.
And then she was there, plunging her tongue trough the patch of hair and the cunt-lips.
Fay's eyes flew open. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs thrown wide, with Natalie's head buried between her thighs, and a tongue buried far up her cunt.
And they were watching -- Nick stroking his cock and Gertie fingering her pussy.
They were watching Natalie eat her cunt.
Suddenly Fay broke into wracking sobs. She shoved Natalie's head away from her cunt and slithered off the bed. Before they could stop her, she had run from the room.
"Goddamn cunt son of a bitch!" Nick screamed.
Natalie was still on her hands and knees on the floor with her ass high in the air. She seemed to be in a daze, with one hand fondling her own cunt.
Nick cursed again and grabbed his pants. He ripped off the belt.
Her breasts swung beneath her like huge, dark-tipped pendulums. The white fleshy globes of her ass presented an easy target in the half light. Nick raised the belt slowly and brought it down on the cheeks of her ass. A thin red line appeared on the tender skin as he again raised the strip of leather over his head. He increased the force of each blow, watching the welts turn a bright red.
Tears ran down her face, but she nodded and her body writhed in joy. Perspiration now poured freely from both their bodies.
"Now, NOW!" Natalie screamed. "Hurry, damn it! I can't wait any longer! Put it in me, please!"
He fell to his knees behind her. He spread her cheeks, pressing the head of his hard prick against the puckered rosebud of her ass. He rubbed it around, making sure there was enough lubrication for easy insertion. Then he pressed forward, feeling the initial resistance of her ass; he backed off for a second and then rammed home. He shoved forward with all his might, burying his meat to the hilt in her.
She hated it and she loved it all at the same time. She hated Nick and she didn't want a cock in her ass, but at least this way she could gain some relief from the wild furnace that Fay had built in her body.
Natalie gasped with delight, feeling his lean, muscular body pressed tightly against her. Nick's prick in her ass felt like a hot bar of iron, she plunged it in and out in rapid strokes.
With a final scream of fiery delight, he forced his cock into her ass up to the hilt, pressing her body down to the floor as he spilled his cream deep into her bowels. At the same moment, he felt her ass muscles throb around his prick as his climax induced one in her.
He rolled away from her and climbed quickly into his clothes. At the door, he turned just in time to see Gertie lowering her cunt over Natalie's face.
He slammed the door behind him and yelled for Gertie as he strode down the hall.
"Yeah, boss," she said, running down the hall toward him from the reception room. "Jeez Christ, what's a' matter?"
"You know that guy from Cleveland?" he said, pulling on his coat.
"Yes, you do... the kinky one who likes the shows? The guy who owns the club up there -- Harris, Carl Harris?"
"Oh, yeah," she replied. "He damn near killed Louise last time he was here."
"Ye... that's him. Well, he's comin' in again in a week or so, an' we're gonna put another show on for him."
"Whatever you say."
"I want you to find a couple of the biggest, blackest, meanest studs in this town."
"That'll be easy," she said. "My two brothers! What about the chick?"
Chapter Seven
Sabrina had worked, in one way or another, alt her life. But nothing like she worked far the following three weeks. There came a nightmare of radio and television appearances, newspaper and magazine interviews, and personal dates to open everything from a shopping center to a hot dog stand.
Without ever opening her mouth to sing, she was being made into a celebrity.
She was moved into a large two-bedroom apartment, with Natalie right across the hall from the apartment that Paul shared with his lover. The lover's name was Murry. He was a big, ugly football type.
Sabrina soon realized that she was virtually a prisoner in the apartment.
At the end of the second week, dozens of groups were brought in to work with her. Finally one was selected and the rehearsals started all over again.
With Natalie's help, she learned a presence with the microphone. She also learned how to move with a sensuous animal grace.
Natalie spent long evenings in the apartment with her, going over phrasing and lyrics. Sabrina learned how to caress a note and let it float from deep in her throat.
It was on one of these evenings, just three nights before the opening that Natalie opened up completely to her.
They had been working hard, but there was obviously something wrong with Natalie. She seemed to lose track of time and the current project.
"What's the matter, Natalie?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
"Yes, there is. What is it?" Sabrina insisted. "You haven't heard the last twenty bars and you've been staring straight through me."
"I guess," Natalie replied, "I guess I just can't help staring at you when you're dressed like that."
Sabrina had already guessed Natalie's sexual inclinations and she really didn't care. Sabrina's desires were too far.
"Look," Sabrina said, continuing to tinkle on the piano and paying little attention to the woman sitting beside her. "We've gotten pretty close, you and I, over the last three weeks. I consider you a friend. And I am feeling a little randy, so why don't we both just slip out for the evening? We'll go somewhere and find a nice couple. I'll take him and you take her."
"We wouldn't dare," Natalie said.
"Why not?"
"Because Nick would find out about it. He finds out about everything."
"You sum of that?" Sabrina said, turning her head toward Natalie.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Natalie said, staring deep into Sabrina's eyes. "I'm real sure." Then she opened up and told Sabrina how Nick had used her. How he had made a star out of her and then used her body to get concessions all over the country. If a big club owner on the West Coast was a little hesitant about booking one of Nick's acts for far more money than they were worth, a hint was dropped that, if he would agree, there would be a roll in the hay with the recording star, Natalie Thomas, in the deal.
Then there was Nick himself, and Gertie too, who demanded every possible perversion to satisfy their satanic whims. Natalie had started out with a definite attraction and preference for men. Sex with those two soon left her asexual and, after that, she became a devout lesbian. But it soon grew pallid and stale with no love or feeling attached to it. And there was certainly no love with Nick or Gertie.
She couldn't take it and eventually turned to pills, and soon after the hard stuff.
"Believe me," Natalie said as she looked deeply into Sabrina's green eyes, "you really can't figure those two. They aren't just evil. They go beyond it. That's why they have the relationship they do. Have you realized just how much they love each other? Do you know he's never fucked her? They revel in that strange sexual twilight between them. It's so far from the normal that, for them, it becomes normal."
"You sound," Sabrina said, taking a long, deep breath, "like an expert."
"Oh, I am. I'm a real expert. Let me show you the latest."
Natalie stood and reached behind her back. The slurring sound of the zipper on her dress filled the quiet room. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell at her feet on the floor.
Sabrina appraised the woman's naked body. Natalie's breasts were more pointy, the belly rounded a little more, and the pubic hair fuller, more like a mat over ha cuntal mound... but otherwise, Sabrina could have been looking at her twin.
"Do you think I have a beautiful body?" Natalie said.
"Yes. Very beautiful."
"They think so, too," Natalie said, turning around. "That's why they did this."
"Jesus," Sabrina gasped, eying the deep, clotted gashes and welts that ran back and forth across Natalie's body from her shoulders to the backs of her thighs.
"And do you know what's worse?" Natalie said, turning back to face her. "I loved it."
"What?"
"That's right. I loved it. I loved every stoke of it. And I loved it when he shoved his big cock clear up my ass and practically ripped my insides apart. That's when you know you've lost everything. When the only way you can enjoy it any more is when you hate it. That's why they're sick... and so am I."
"I can take care of myself," Sabrina said, dropping her eyes.
"Can you?" Natalie replied. "I doubt it."
She moved to Sabrina's side. Her mammoth, swaying breasts were right beside Sabrina's head, one elongated nipple now and then touching her.
"I like you a lot, Sabrina. Get out! Get out now while there's something in life you still care about."
"I'll be all right."
"Sabrina... it's been a long time since I've felt any tenderness for anyone but..."
"Don't start now," Sabrina said, rising and avoiding the other woman's longing stare.
"I think... I think I might be falling in love with you."
"Don't be silly," Sabrina laughed. "All you want to do is bed me down."
Natalie put her arms around Sabrina. Gently, she molded her nude body against her.
The warmth of Natalie's skin against her on, covered only by a thin nightgown, set up unwanted tremors in Sabrina's body. That, coupled with the lack of any sex in nearly three weeks, sent heady waves of excitement through her flesh.
Carefully, Natalie unbuttoned the front of Sabrina's gown to expose one pink-tipped breast. She cupped it in her hand and guided it as deep as possible into her mouth.
Gluttonously, Natalie devoured the breast, taking it deeper and deeper between her lips. She felt Sabrina's nipple inflate and become taut under her hot tongue. It grew to a hard knob as Natalie chewed and sucked.
Slowly, Sabrina began to respond, arching her back and moving her hips toward Natalie's, searching for the matted mound of her cunt.
Natalie grabbed the straps of Sabrina's nightie and stripped the garment from her body in one quick movement. Her eyes traced a pattern of lust aver Sabrina's nude form as she dropped to her knees, placing her face directly in line with Sabrina's auburn-covered cunt.
Sabrina couldn't help herself. Her body and her mind needed a release from tension from the work.
Her legs parted to make way for Natalie's scorching lips and hot, darting tongue. The heated pink tip parted the fleshy lips and slapped up and down the slit lovingly. Natalie's tongue furrowed its way down to Sabrina's anus and then back up to caress and tremble against her clit. In a series of slow, even strokes, Natalie worked the tiny bud into a throbbing, pulsating organ.
Sabrina wanted it, needed it. It could been a cock probing at her cunt so great were the sensations that Natalie's tongue caused in her screaming body. She braced her feet on the floor and spread her legs even wider, at the same time hunching her cunt down harder against Natalie's invading tongue.
"Faster," she moaned. "Do it faster. Forget the hole. Just work on my clit. Yes... oh, Jesus, yes. That's it!"
Natalie increased the tempo of her attack, her hands moving over the backs of the girl's legs and along the gentle, dimpled curve of her ass-cheeks. Sabrina's inner thighs held and caressed Natalie's head and cheeks as her passion mounted.
"Don't stop, Nat! God, don't even slow don," she cried, squirming the lips of her wet cunt aver Natalie's face. "Oh shit! Don't stop! Make me cream! Make me come!"
Sabrina locked Natalie's bobbing head between her taut thighs in order to capture it and make sure the passion-giving tongue would continue its rapture-giving assault. Her hips pumped in spasmodic jerks until her whale body became a frenzy of heated desire.
With a scream, Sabrina threw her weight forward, forcing Natalie back and down to the floor. Soon she was on her back beneath the pounding buttocks and flew cunt. Sabrina's full weight was on her face, her gyrating hips grinding the moist sweetness of her slit into Natalie's mouth.
The copious flow of heated juices from Sabrina's auburn-covered cunt run down the sides of Natalie's face and into her hair. The odor of Sabrina's heated pussy was like an aphrodisiac. It turned Natalie on and made her work all the harder to satisfy the beautiful body above her.
Sabrina felt the tongue in her cunt probe to its fullest length, Natalie's lips holding her clit in a moist, intimate kiss. Natalie's hands moved up over her heaving, sweating belly and massaged her hard-tipped, swollen breasts. Sabrina ground her clit against the other woman's teeth and, unable to stifle a cry of joy, she felt her body stiffen with the pleasure of a climax.
"Nat... oh my God! Nat! Nat! Natalieeeee it's so good! You can stick a cunt so good!"
Natalie's passion had been aroused by her ability to give pleasure to this beautiful girl. She went at it even harder, running her tongue up and down the moist crevice, darting it in and out of her asshole, and curling it around hot pulsing clitoris.
Then she sucked the tiny love-button, lapping at it with her tongue, teasing Sabrina to greater heights of passion. She sucked and sucked, the body above her writhing frantically.
Sabrina's throat erupted into a high-pitched wail as she felt Natalie's tongue plunge as deeply into her vagina as it could go.
Sabrina's body throbbed and throbbed into a trilling climax that surged through her in weakening waves. The waves were centered in her gushing cunt and rippled throughout her body.
"Good," Sabrina moaned. "It was so good."
Natalie's eyes were closed as she swallowed Sabrina's cuntal juices and her hands tore frantically at her own pussy. Suddenly she realized tat Sabrina's cunt was no longer glued to her mouth. She opened her eyes.
Sabrina was standing in front of her only a few fret away, staring curiously down at her as her hands worked wildly between her widely-splayed thighs.
"Now me... me," Natalie begged. "Get between my legs and rub your clit against mine and bring me off. Oh, Jesus, I need it. Do me now, Sabrina!"
Sabrina watched Natalie's gaping, wet cunt open and close over her fingers in wild contractions.
Then she turned on her heel and walked into her bedroom, closing the door solidly behind her.
"Well, I'll be damned," Natalie said, momentarily stopping the ministrations on her own pussy. "You just might be able to take care of yourself after all."
Chapter Eight
The last day of rehearsals was filled with tension for everyone concerned. Nothing seemed to go right. Natalie became a tyrant, demanding one-hundred and ten percent of everyone, including herself. Sabrina thought it was because of frustration.
But the younger girl soon found out that wasn't the case. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Natalie was acting this way because she felt that if Sabrina really wanted to make the big time, then she was determined that Sabrina would get what she wanted.
When Natalie told her this, Sabrina was truly moved. "Thanks, Nat, believe me," she said, kissing the older girl full on the lips and hugging her. "And I've got my reasons... good reasons for doing what I'm doing. I hope some day I can tell you about them."
That night, after rehearsals, Nick took everyone to a hotel for dinner. It was a resort near the lake.
Most of the singles, men and women, were hustlers and most of the businessmen combined their business with the kind of pleasure found in Nick's club.
Consequently, the lounge and the dining room were full of hungry, oversexed women whose husbands were out doing the very thing the wives wanted to do, if they could find the right man.
Gertie surveyed the crowd and picked out several possibilities for herself and for Nick. But, to her surprise, Nick didn't seem interested. That worried her. It wasn't like him.
But she had known him before when he was like this. When they had both loved Connie. When one woman had been able to monopolize his mind and his desires.
Sabrina was calm and cool, actually cheerful. She joked with everyone around the table. She told everyone that they should take notice because they were dining right beside America's next number one singing star. Then she leaned across the table and gave Nick a huge hug and a kiss; a long, passionate tongue-lashing kiss that had everyone looking around the room in embarrassment.
Then Nick astounded them. He did something that, in public, was not like Nick. He snapped at her breast where it nearly fell free from her low-cut, braless gown. He acted as though he would devour it right there in front of the whole table.
There was silence. Then Sabrina kissed Nick again, and said, in a voice loud enough for half the room to hear, "That's right, my man, eat 'em up! Lick 'em if you want to. But don't worry about it too much. I plan on taking care of the problem you have later on."
Gertie fumed, but Nick continued to make a fool of himself, fawning over Sabrina. When the last course had finally passed and they all stood up to go into the lounge, Sabrina calmly disengaged Gertie's arm from Nick's as they left the dining room.
Natalie fell in step beside Gertie. "Well, well, well," she said, to no one in particular.
"Well, well, well, what?" Gertie said.
"It looks like Nick is really interested again."
"Don't count on it," Gertie replied, staring straight ahead.
"I'm not... I'm not," Natalie replied. "In fact, as you know so well, I don't give a slit."
"Then tell your little girl friend to go to bed with him and get it over with... or I might have to do something drastic."
"What would that be, Gertie?" Natalie asked scornfully. "You mean you might give up your sacred cunt to a cock?"
"You know, Nat," Gertie said, her voice dripping ice, "you should be careful. You're liable to die one of these nights."
"I fully expect to," Natalie said, "one of these nights. But not until Nick has completely used me up."
The lounge was as full as the dining room and Sabrina managed to position herself beside Nick. By the time the second drink was finished, it was obvious to everyone that Nick was going to finally put the make on his new protege.
It brought on a general sigh of relief. The past two weeks had been hectic and Nick had been on everyone's back.
Natalie bided her time. When Sabrina headed for the powder room, she waited for a few minutes and followed. Inside, she moved into the cubicle beside Sabrina's, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down, and sat.
She tapped an the steel wall.
"Sabrina?"
"Natalie?"
"Yeah. You know you're playing with fire?"
"Why?"
"Are you going to fuck him tonight?"
"I think so," Sabrina replied from the adjoining stall. "But if I do, it'll be my way, on my terms. If he wants my cunt, he'll have to work for it."
"Just be careful. Gertie'll kill you if she thinks you're putting him on."
"Fuck Gertie," Sabrina said.
"I have," Natalie replied and giggled. "She's real good. But it isn't gold like she thinks it is."
A giggle erupted from the other booth. "Don't worry! If Nick thinks there's a chance of getting into my pants tonight and getting me to respond at the same time, he won't let Gertie interfere. But you could help."
"How?"
"Stay over at Paul's tonight. I'm not going back with him, but I'm sure he'll show up before the night is over. Okay?"
"Sure. But all Nick has to do is say so and everybody will steer clear. Everybody knows all he can taste, smell, or see right now is your pussy."
"That's the whole point," Sabrina replied. "I don't want him dictating anything. I want to call the shots."
"Okay," Natalie said.
Sabrina got out of her stall and moved to a sink. "Nat?"
"Yeah?"
"The other t... it was good."
"I know," Natalie replied, smiling. "It was real good." Then she giggled.
"No shit," Sabrina said, "if I swung that way... I mean if I dug pussy... it would be you."
"If it's any help, kid," Natalie said, "if I didn't dig pussy, it'd be Nick. Go to it!"
Natalie left the rest room just in time to see Nick being claimed by Gertie for a dance as Sabrina sat down.
"Sabrina?" Oakie said, sliding over one chair so he was beside her.
"Hi... what's happening?" Sabrina planted a kiss on his cheek, her eyes on the dance floor.
"Sabrina?" he said again, this time with enough insistence to grab her attention. "You ever been to Oklahoma?"
"No... no, I haven't."
"I mean, there was a time, 'course, when everybody back there was poor... and they was all... but now seems like everybody's goin' ..."
Something in his voice drew her attention. The sad eyes were red now under droopy lids.
"Are you going back there, Oakie? Some day?" she asked.
"Soon as I got enough to buy me a couple oil wells," he laughed.
"Good. It's nice to have some place to go back to."
"Listen, it looks like you're gonna have some influence with Nick. I wonder if you could do me a favor?"
"I wouldn't be too sure about that influence," she said.
"There's this girl... she... Well, she works upstairs, but she's a good girl, really... an', well, we been meetin' on her days off."
"You mean she works the third floor, Oakie?"
"Yeah, but like I say, she just got some bad breaks..."
"You can do better than that, Oakie... lots better."
"I don't want to," be said. "Just like the rest of the girls up there, she owes Nick. If you could get him to let her go..."
He never got a chance to say more as Nick sat down in a chair on the other side of her.
"GO get me some cigarettes, Oakie!" Nick said, putting his arm around Sabrina's shoulders.
"Sure, Nick," Oakie said, rising and staggering away.
When he was gone, Nick whispered in Sabrina's ear, "Oakie's got the hots for you. I can see it in his eyes."
"Look around you," she said. "Every man here has the hots for me. He just wanted to ask me a favor... of you, really. He knows I've got you wrapped around my little finger!"
"Conceited little bitch," Nick said, angry. "Yeah, an' most of the women. But you're out of Oakie's league."
"I kind of like him. He's got sad eyes."
"Not sad," Nick said. "Weak. Know what happens when you take a frog off his lily pad and put him in salt water?"
"He shrivels up and dies... can't breathe. Let's dance!"
They moved onto the floor and started to dance. It was a slow number and their bodies melted together.
He could look straight down between their bodies and see her glorious tits jiggle above the built-in cups of her dress. It was cut so low across her breasts that her nipples were clearly visible from his angle. That, and the occasional brush of her thigh against his groin, gave him a raging hard-on.
"Feel that?" he said.
"How could I not feel it?" she said.
"That's gonna split you tonight. Or did I forget to tell you? Tonight's the night."
Sabrina smiled up at him. "Tonight might be the night... if I say so."
His teeth clenched. He pulled her closer to him and slipped a hand into the front of her dress. "Why do you think I'm gonna make a star out of you?"
"I don't have the slightest ..."
"So you can be seen with me, that's why. So start learning to behave."
"First of all," she said, leveling her voice cold and steady, "I don't learn anything. I know. And, as far as this star shit goes, you can shove it, when and if you ever do fuck me, you'll come to me. Not the other way around. And, secondly, get your fucking hand out of my dress."
He slipped his hand from her breast and put it on the small of her back. "You bitch." He said it somewhere in the gray area between anger and laughter. As they continued to dance, he held her tighter and tighter until she was bending back away from him.
Each time they turned, he ran his thigh between hers, rubbing it up and down against her pussy.
"Quit it!"
"Why? Turning you on?"
"People are watching us!" she said.
"Fuck people!"
"Are you going to stop it?"
"When I feel like it," he said, nearly lifting her off the floor with his knee between her legs.
Suddenly Sabrina ground her heel into his shoe. He jumped away from her in pain.
Calmly she turned and walked back to the table. He gritted his teeth, started after her, thought better of it, and headed for the bar. As he walked across the room, he gritted away the pain.
"What'll it be, Mr. Jennings?"
"Rye, Bruno."
The bartender poured and Nick grabbed his wrist.
"Leave the bottle."
"Sure thing, Mr. Jennings."
Nick downed the first shot neat, and a second. Then he poured a third and sipped it, letting the fiery liquid roll on his tongue as he devised ways to torture her. The opening was the next night. He would let her open, get her the gig in Cleveland, and then, when she was on the edge of the top, he'd break a scandal about her.
Maybe he wouldn't even wait until the next night. He'd just have Genie get some of her boys and work her over tonight. Or maybe he'd just turn Gertie loose on her. Or... or... or, nothing.
He knew he wouldn't do a damn thing. The bitch had gotten to him.
"Bruno?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Jennings."
"Lot of room keys floating around tonight?"
"You know it, Mr. Jennings. Had more than I could handle already. Half the husbands in the hotel are probably down at your place."
"Got three extras?" Nick asked.
"Hell, yes. But..."
"What?"
"You tryin' to get some kind of record?"
"I got a big itch," Nick said. "It'll take three to scratch it."
The bartender nodded and moved away. Before Nick could finish another drink, Bruno was back with three room keys and their owners' description on a piece of paper.
Nick dropped a fifty-dollar bill on the bar and walked away.
He was almost to the elevator when Gertie caught up with him.
"Where are you goin'?"
"To get laid," he said.
"What about her?"
"Fuck her."
"Are we dumpin' her?"
Nick paused. "No."
"She's gotten to you... hasn't she. Nick, she's a cunt. A cunt just like Connie was. Isn't that what you told me? No cunt is worth it."
The elevator door opened and Nick stepped inside. "I'll see you later."
"Nick, this is no good. It's weak. I don't like to see you weak."
"I'll see you later."
"Don't waste it on some dumb broad, Nick. Get what you want. That's what you've always told me."
"Fourth floor," Nick said to the elevator operator.
"Nick," Gertie begged, holding the door. "You can have me."
"What?"
"Yes... me. All prior agreements gone. You can have me... now, tonight. No blow job. I'll let you screw me, any way you want to... I promise."
He stared at her. She meant it. He could see it in her eyes. He reached out and freed her grip from the door. "Fourth floor," he repeated, and thought he actually saw a tear slip from Gertie's eye as the elevator doors closed.
Chapter Nine
Nick checked the room number.
He was just putting the key in the lock when the door swung open.
"I thought I heard someone," she said, returning his broad smile.
"I believe this belongs to you," he said, handing her the key. "I was told the bearer would receive glad tidings of great joy."
Nick's eyes started on the face and worked down over the bunting halter and tight shorts.
She didn't seem to mind one bit. "C'mon in," she said, and closed the door behind him, letting her eyes move over his body just as obviously as his had moved over hers.
As she moved into his anus, Nick's anger at Sabrina and his astonishment at Gertie's offer melted in a delicious, tingling sensation in his groin. It had been a long, long time sin he had taken time out to pull such a stunt and he decided to forget his problems and enjoy it to the fullest.
He kissed her and then stepped back. He looked at her breasts and the dark slit where her tight shorts had squirmed slightly up into the crack of her cunt. He shrugged the coat from his shoulders and opened his shirt.
"On the floor... in here? Or the bedroom?"
"You're a man of few words," she said, taking in his body with her eyes. She moved closer, her fingers roving across the matted hair on his chest. Then she skillfully opened his pants. They dropped to his ankles and he kicked them off.
Nick found the tie on the halter. She arched her back to make it easier for, him to unfasten the knot. The material fell away and her hot, hard nipples were tracing hot paths across his chest.
Her tits were pointed, and she didn't need a bra; her tits stuck straight out from her body and didn't fall a bit.
He moved his hands on down and let them creep under the tight shorts until he cupped the cheeks of her ass. Pulling her forward, he mashed his hard cock against her belly and lashed her tongue with his in a heated kiss.
With their hands feverishly working at each other, they managed to undress each other.
"Jesus, you're big," she said when his cock swung up and out to greet her smiling face. She leaned over and pushed his shorts on down to his ankles. Before she stood again, she put her lips on the tip of his giant erection and kissed it.
"I don't give a fuck where we do it," she said, standing up again and pressing herself against him. "Just do it! Put that big cock inside me!"
Nick grunted in agreement and fell to the thick carpet, puffing her down on top of him.
Her warm body squirmed passionately on top of him while his mouth worked on hers and his hands covered every inch of her delightfully curved body, rubbing, caressing, and exploring the satiny mounds of flesh.
Nick rolled over on top of her so his hands could work on the front of her body more easily. His palms began kneading the flesh of her firm-pointed breasts, and then his fingers moved to roll and caress the swollen tips gently at first, and then with more pressure. She was moaning and lifting her hips up to rub herself against his throbbing body.
"Now... Jesus, give it to me, all of it, now!"
Nick let her guide his sperm-seeping cock to the center of her splayed thighs. As his warm, throbbing cock-flesh sought and found her cunt, his hips lurched forward. In one powerful stroke the full length of his cockmeat buried itself to the balls in her gaping cunt.
He stroked his meat in and out of her quickly, enough to get it slick with her pouring juices. Then he lifted his torso as high as possible above her, still driving his cock inside her sucking hole.
She smiled in agreement as she immediately lifted her legs in anticipation of what he planned to do. He supported his weight on one arm and slipped the other under her leg so that her head rested against his shoulder. He did the same with the other leg and he gave a grunt of satisfaction and anticipation as he felt her heels dig into his shoulders.
"Oh baby," she said, "I think you do want to fuck!"
"That's what I came up here for," he said.
The brunette grabbed a handful of carpet in each hand and screamed in rapture as Nick slammed forward, bouncing his balls against her asshole and skewering the full length of her cunt with his driving meat.
"Oh honey... oh shit! Oh God!" she moaned. "Jesus, what a cock... what a hunk of fuck meat you got!"
"Fuck back, baby... squeeze my cock with your pussy!"
"I think you're gonna spilt me wide open," she cried. "Do it... do it! Ream the piss outta me!"
Nick slammed his hips against the backs of her thighs savagely, pistoning his cock into her. He could feel his cock ripping through her cunt. He hammered at her in hard short strokes, vigorously smashing into her yielding flesh, keeping up a fantastic pace while she moaned and twisted her body against him.
"Oh God, you can fuck!" she screamed. "Cock me... fill me... FUCK ME!"
He closed his eyes and fucked her wildly, blindly. He thought of all the whores he owned and controlled. He could see each of them as he fucked them like he was now fucking this little brunette, driving her body relentlessly into the rug.
He thought of the whore Fay, and the innocent look on her face when he had fucked her. He wondered what her face would look like when Gertie's two brothers and Gertie got done with her. He thought of Gertie, her perfect body, her love for him. He almost wished he would have taken her up on her offer. He wondered if she would make it again. Only he knew what it meant for her to make such an offer.
Then he taught about her... the bitch, the cunt.
He thought how much he wanted her.
He opened his eyes and the brunette's voice came back to him. She was screaming her way toward orgasm. And suddenly he wanted her to come and he wanted to come himself.
He wanted to get it over with so he could get on to the next one.
Gripping her by the thighs, he yanked her viciously against his body as he drove his cock into her cunt like a hard-headed plunger.
"Oh God, you've hit the bottom! It hurts like hell but don't stop!"
"Come, you cunt... come! Dammit, COME!" When the spasms of release tore through her body she arched up even farther. Her cunt convulsed and contracted over his cock in great gushing squirts. He strained at every muscle as he poured his passion into her convulsing pussy, his hands squeezing her clenched ass-cheeks as his hips churned against her.
When the last of his spunk had been drained, he pulled his cock out of her quivering pussy. He smiled with satisfaction. His prick was still hard.
He started getting into his clothes.
"Hey," she said, opening her eyes and looking up at him from the floor.
"I got another street to catch."
"Huh?"
"Private joke," he said, throwing his coat over his shoulder and stuffing his tie into one of the pockets.
"Hey, baby... yaw only good for one time?" she said. "I thought we were gonna make a party outta tills."
"Sweetheart," he said, "on a scale from one to ten, you'd rate about five. I never go back for seconds for less than a nine."
"You dirty prick bastard!" she screamed.
"Here," he said, tossing a candle at her from a stand beside the door, "frig yourself."
He got the door closed just in time. The candle made a dull thud as it hit the other side of the door.
He headed for the seventh floor. Rather than wait for the elevator, he took the stairs two at a time.
When he opened the door, he saw a chick, real tall with heavy tits... wide hips and a wild hunk of hair on her cunt, black and thick as a rug.
It was all there underneath the sheerest shortie pajamas he had ever seen. They were white so the black mat of her pubes was clearly outlined.
"What the hell?" she said, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
He dangled the key from his right hand. "I work in the garage," he said. "Bruno thought you might like a change of pace for your next oil change."
She smiled. "I thought you were my old man... you got me out of bed."
"Where is it?" he said, dropping his coat over a chair.
"Where's what?"
"The bed!"
She looked at him and he saw the smile forming as her eyes roved over his body. He returned the favor. As he openly studied her, the small, brown nipples began to grow and he fought an urge to reach out and fondle them.
"Who and what did you say you were?"
He looked down at the dark tufts of curly hair that showed through the bikini bottoms of the baby dolls and smiled.
"Does it make any difference?"
She looked over his body again and stood back to let him in. "No, I guess not. The bedroom's through there."
He followed her bouncing, dimpled buttocks across the room and started to strip while she crawled back into the bed. He saw her hands slip into the panties and push them down and off. She lay back and spread her legs, and then with her eyes riveted to his jerking erection, she began stroking her pussy.
As he crawled into the bed, she fisted his cock and pulled him between her thighs. "Don't you wanna get it a little wet first?" he said. "I'm a little big to go dry wall."
"You won't be," she said. "That sleepy shit was all an act. But I really did think you were my husband. I was in here fucking one of the bellboys when you unlocked the door."
"Well I'll be damned."
"He went bare-assed out the window and down the fire escape. Believe me, I'm wet as a river and hot as a firecracker."
She arched her back and slammed upward against him, completely sheathing his rigid meat in one vicious lunge. The wiry hair around her slit was indeed like a mat. It tickled his shaft all the way in and did the same to his balls.
"Oh, honey," he moaned, feeling the cushiony softness of her pubic hair against his pelvis. "You are gonna be good."
"So are you," she said, her voice full of awe and amazement. "That fucking bellboy was a midget compared to this." Her ass bounced up wildly, claiming everything he could give her.
Her inner cunt was like slick velvet as she twisted, rotated, and gyrated, gleefully working little muscles deep inside, clutching his throbbing cock at he drove at her steadily. Her head sank back and her thick, black hair, covered the pillow as she let out a shrill cry of ecstasy. Her hips shot up to meet his hammering prick.
She convulsed again and again, tightening and loosening her viselike grip on his pulsing prick, grabbing at his cock and pulling his flooding lust into her quaking cunt.
"Bend me up. I want to watch it go inside me. I want to see all that beautiful cock slide into me and know I'm taking it."
Reaching under her smooth soft buttocks, he lifted her until she could bend no more. He was almost standing, his cock aimed at her slick pussy. She reached up and guided him to her cunt until the tip disappeared.
"Now, love. NOW! All of it, give me all of it! Pound it home. Screw me! Screw me good! FUCK ME!"
He thrust hard, sending his randy cock deep inside her. She responded by grinding her hips against his. He felt her soft ass-cheeks pounding against his thighs.
She rose to meet his kiss. She captured his tongue, sucking it deep into her mouth, and locked her legs harder around his body in a viselike grip. She felt the fluttering movement of his cock inside her, deep inside her, and she increased her fuck-thrusts to match his.
Nick was careful to vary his movements just enough to keep her at the peak of desire. Each time he would change his pace or motion, the woman would show her approval by arching her back and thrusting herself even harder against him.
Nick used his cock like a probe, seeking out the angles and positions that most excited her. Her short explosive gasps told him exactly when he had found each of her desires.
He glanced down to see her face contorted in thrilling passion. Her mammoth tits rolled and bobbed in time with the movement of her body. He responded to the satin pressure he felt from the velvety lips of her wet slit, and urged her even farther toward relief.
He withdrew his slick cock slightly and waited until she begged him to resume the steady, hard pounding thrust he had used when they had first begun.
Suddenly she cried out, her body flexing in anguished passion as her clenched fists beat a tattoo on his back and shoulders. With a last savage thrust from Nick, their bodies froze in an ecstatic arc of flesh as their first mutual release rocked through their bodies.
They shuddered against each other and quivered before their bodies fell back onto the bed. The woman's convulsions lasted longer than his, and to aid her, Nick stayed within the silken walls of her cunt, maintaining the pressure she needed for total release.
He watched her smile as she assumed she was doing something more to satisfy his passion. She wasn't, he thought, but at that moment he didn't care. He had what he wanted without Sabrina. He had it then and he would have it again, any time he wanted it.
"What's the difference"
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "You mind if I take a shower?"
"Help yourself," he said, relaxing and lighting a cigarette.
The hot water had a lulling effect on his mind and body. The water was pounding so hard that he didn't hear the shouting voices from the bedroom or the bathroom door slamming open.
When the shower curtain was thrown back, he barely saw the mustached face before the man's fist caught him hard across the jaw.
Chapter Ten
Nick moved quickly. The full force of the blow glanced off his cheek, but it was still powerful enough to set off chimes in his head.
Nick's foot lashed out and caught the man dead center in the gut and sent him sprawling across the commode.
Before the other man could grab him, Nick jumped into the bedroom. The guy looked big, and Nick wanted some room to operate.
She was standing, shaking and still naked, beside him when he got to his feet. "What'll I do?" she cried. "Shall I call the cops?"
"Christ, no," Nick said, "just get the fuck out of the way! Is he your husband?"
"Yeah. And ya' better be careful. He's a wrestler."
"Oh, great," Nick said, and positioned himself just beyond the bathroom door.
Just as Nick hoped, the ape came through the door like a blind, raging bull. Nick kicked him in the balls. Then Nick put everything he had behind his right fist, burying it to the wrist in the mans stomach.
The ape landed with a thud that shook the whole room.
"I told him you were my cousin, but he didn't believe me."
Nick looked up. She had climbed into a dressing gown. "No shit!" he said, then dried himself off with the towel she handed him.
As soon as he got into his clothes he headed for the door.
"You must be a fighter," she said admiringly, following him to the door.
"I run a whore house," Nick replied. "I heard you might need a job, so I came up to check you out."
She giggled. "How'd I do?"
"Lousy," he said, slamming the door behind him.
"Up or down?" the operator said.
"Up... damnit!" Nick growled. "Ninth floor. What the hell are you looking at?"
"Nothin', man, nothin'. But if you wanna tell me what room you're goin' to, I'll have the clerk warn you on the house phone when her old man comes in."
Nick couldn't help but laugh. He flipped the operator a twenty. "Room," Nick said over his shoulder as he walked down the hall.
"I can dig it, man," the operator said, then disappeared behind the closing elevator doom.
This time Nick didn't use the key. He knocked. Room had blonde hair and huge breasts.
"A... Room?"
"That's what it says on the door."
"I think you lost your key," he said, letting it dangle from his little finger.
She smiled. "I didn't lose it. C'mon in!"
She moved into the room with a smooth, sensuous grace that made her firm buttocks bounce delightfully in the skirt that was stretched tautly across them.
He followed her. "Want a drink?"
"Rye, with one cube," he said, coming up behind her and burying his nose in the fragrance of her hair while he let the bulge of his crotch scrape across those delectable ass-cheeks. She smelled good and she felt good.
"Horny as hell, aren't you?"
"Let's drink these in the bedroom," he replied. She smiled. "Sure."
They moved down a narrow hall and Nick started to open one of the doors.
"No... no," she said, "that's the kid's room. They're asleep. In here!" She opened another door, and he followed her into a big master bedroom. She sat on the bed facing him. "Where'd you get the key?"
"Just call me Bruno," Nick said, draining the glass and dropping it on the soft carpet.
"And I'm Dinah, honey," she said.
He slid to his knees in front of her and pulled her skirt up over her hips. She took a long swallow from her own drink as his fingers moved in small circles over her soft warm thighs.
The drink slid out of her hand and her legs spread open. His hand worked down to the already dampening crotch of her panties. He cupped the mound of her cunt as her arms went around his neck and pulled his lips up to hers.
M he kissed her, he worked her panties down to her knees. Her ass lifted off the bed to help him. When she was bare-assed, his hands returned to the we of her thighs and started to explore.
He could feel that her cunt was small, smooth, and not very hairy as his fingers dived into her pussy, working at her until he felt her moistness start and he heard cries of lust urging him on.
He undid his pants. Without taking them clear off or even moving her sweater up over her tits, he slipped between her legs. She didn't seem to mind fucking him dressed, so he guided his cock to the wettest part of her downy-covered slit and began to push gently.
Her cunt was tight. He barely got the head of his cock between her cunt-lips when she cried out. "Easy! Oh, Jesus, take it easy. Whatta you got down there, a tree trunk?"
"You can handle it," he urged, pushing another inch of his meat into her.
"Oh shit!" she said. "I'm like a fucking virgin anyway. Maybe you better let me blow you."
Nick didn't want a blow job. He wanted cunt and lots of it. He grabbed a pillow. He lifted her buttocks and shoved it under her.
She was moaning hysterically now, her fingers digging at his shoulders, trying to pull him into her. "Christ, you're big!" she gasped. "But I know it'll be heaven if you can get the whole thing in me. Keep trying, I'm spreading, I can feel it!"
As soon as his cock got a little slicker, he moved it back and forth in short, shallow strokes. Inch by treasured inch his cock slid up into her. The walls of her cunt seemed to get tighter and tighter the deeper he fucked.
He was halfway there now, and he felt her pussy loosening up slightly as her hips began to rotate and pound up to meet his thrusts. He put on more pressure while she bounced up to meet him eagerly. Slowly but steadily he drove his pulsing meat into her tender flesh.
He moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of pressure on all pails of his twitching prick, then he picked up her frenzied pace and began to slain into her cunt unmercifully.
"Dinah, honey," he said, "you are the tightest cunt I've ever fucked."
"And you are the biggest cock I've ever had," Dinah replied. "You're tearing me up but I love it!"
"Oh look, Momma got some new meat!"
The voice came from the bedroom doorway. It was female but Nick wasn't taking any chances. He wiled away from Dinah, his cock making a loud slurping sound. He was poised on his knees, ready to spring, when Dinah grabbed his arm.
"Hey, hey, take it easy. It's cool. This is my daughter."
"Your daughter?"
"Sum. She's all right. We swing together all the time. Marie, meet the new Bruno."
"Hi," the girl said.
"My name's Nick. Hey, Dinah, she's just a kid."
"Maybe in years, Nick," Dinah said, "but she'll fuck us both to death."
"But she can't be over eighteen," he said.
"Eighteen, Daddy," Marie said, running her hand to her cunt underneath the towel she wore.
Nick took a hard look at her. Where her mother was petite, this girl was full-breasted and big all over. He started to tell them both to go to hell when she started moving across the worn toward him.
Her hand was busily moving between her legs as she walked. When she got to him, she dropped the towel and pulled her fingers from her cunt in the same motion. Carefully, she rolled the sticky tips of her fingers across her lips. She smiled at him as his tongue licked her pussy-stained fingers. It wasn't the smile of a eighteen-year-old.
With his eyes still on the daughter's massive, heavy breasts, Dinah pulled him onto his back. As he kissed Dinah, he felt his pants, his shoes, and his shorts being pulled off.
He felt the younger girl's hands on him now, caressing, squeezing, massaging. Then she kissed the head of his cock with her soft lips and took it into her mouth. Her hands moved down to his balls and hefted them gently as if she were testing their weight. The pleasure of her touch rippled through his body.
What an end to the evening, he thought, necking with the mother while the daughter blew his dick.
He worked the sweater over Dinah's head and she kissed him again. He covered her breasts with his hands and felt, the eraser-hard nipples tickling his palms. They weren't as big as her daughter's, but he was sure there would be a thrill in taking her whole breast into his mouth.
Then her lips left his cock. For a few seconds he didn't feel anything and the big blonde was lowering her pussy over his hard meat, taking it in one smooth slide up into her belly.
Her cunt wasn't built like her mother's either. She fucked him and loved it, but Nick had an idea that she could take a lot more. She was on top of him, bouncing, bouncing, and bouncing. She arched her back as he strove to give her as much prick as he could.
Dinah moved away from him, clearing his line of sight. Marie smiled down at him as she rode him with all the weight and power in her body. As she bounced, her huge tits bounced up and down.
Then he felt two, warm, satiny thighs on his cheeks as Dinah settled into position over his face. He watched tiny droplets of cunt juice roll off the ends of her pubic hair as her cunt came closer and closer to his face. She placed a pillow under his head.
"I want you to be where I can give it all to you," Dinah cooed.
He smiled and put his arms around her as he lashed out at her tight cunt with his tongue. Behind the mother, his hands came in contact with her daughter's tits. He grabbed and hung on to their massiveness as Marie pounded his cock into her cavernous cunt.
Marie was grunting with exertion and passion and her mother was groaning steadily as all three of them worked toward their peak.
"Momma, he's gonna make me come!" Marie cried. "God, he's got a cock! He's gonna make me come!"
Nick concentrated on satisfying the pressure that was building up to a bursting point in his body. The daughter screamed out in ecstatic release and dropped her cunt in one last plunge an his cock. Her hips ground into him as he raised his ass off the bed and drove his cum into her quivering pussy in thick, steady bursts.
As Nick came, he sank his teeth into Dinah's cunt. She groaned and twisted against his face. He felt her shudder through her climax and he swallowed the fruit of it as he sank back into the bed.
He must have slept. For how long, he didn't know, but when his eyes opened again, he was in the midst of a mass of flesh. Dinah was sucking his deflated cock back to life. Marie was lying on her side next to him, one massive breast thrown across his face.
He looked up into the mirror above the bed and smiled.
He felt the firmness returning to his cock. Dinah climbed up on his hips and started to lower her tiny cunt over his cock. He winced in pain as the head entered her throbbing channel, and she ground her hips down trying to get more cockmeat.
"You want it?" he growled.
"Yeah... oh, God, I want the whole fucking thing in me! I may never get a chance at one like this again."
He grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over, until he was poised between her thighs, the head of his cock still implanted between her taut cunt-lips. He lunged and entered her to the very root of his cock in one, grinding stoke.
She screamed and bucked in pain, trying to unseat him, but he only drove harder and spread her legs wider.
Slowly but surely, as he fucked his cock in and out of her, he felt her body relax and pick up his rhythm.
"Oh, Jesus, Nick... it is good! Poor Marie, she'll never know how good a cock can really feel. It would take a telephone pole to fill her up. Fuck me, Nick... fuck that big cock into me, darling!"
The bed was bouncing as Nick's prick got harder because of the intense friction on his rod. Marie rolled off the bed. He sensed her crawl around behind him.
He tried to follow the jiggling buttocks as they moved by, but Dinah had begun to wildly rotate her hips beneath him, and the pleasure that her tight cunt was causing on his cock made him turn back to the task at hand.
Then he felt hands on the cheeks of his ass. His pleasure mounted as Marie began to rub and caress his asshole. Then the hands were gone and were replaced by a tongue.
As the tongue hit his asshole, his hips went wild. He drove his cock forward, impaling Dinah's pussy on the down stroke. Then he drove his ass backward, his asshole impaled on the daughter's tongue.
Marie's tongue slipped back and forth in his asshole. He thought he would split in two with the twin sensations they were causing in his body. He lunged, cupping the firm roundness of her ass-cheeks. She arched upward to meet his thrusts as he pulled and ground his ass against Marie's face.
What cum he had left was shot into Dinah's cunt. Though the amount of spunk shooting from his balls was less, his gratification was greater due to the talented tongue reaming out his asshole as he came.
What seemed like a lifetime later, Nick opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. The aftermath of the pleasure was still with him and his body was completely relaxed. Dinah was beside him. The shower was going in the bathroom and he assumed that was where Marie was.
He rolled off the bed and dressed. Just as he was leaving, she woke up.
"Hey, wait," she said.
"It was great, honey, I'll see you around."
She went to her purse and took out a bill. She pressed it into his hand and kissed him. "You tell Bruno," she said, "that if you're available, don't send anyone else up from now on."
He looked down into hi hand. It was a hundred dollar bill. He had to laugh out loud. Here he was, getting his kicks and fourteen whores working for him, and he picks up a bill doing what he often paid for. There was no reason left in the world, he mused.
He was still laughing when he stepped into the elevator.
Chapter Eleven
Opening night was packed.
Sabrina stood in the wings, fidgeting, while she watched Oakie and his group warming the audience for her entrance.
Sabrina wore only a gown and slippers. There wasn't room for anything more. She had been practically sewn into the dress. It accented every curve of her voluptuously streamlined body.
Her breasts weren't pushed and squeezed into two unsightly bulges above the material. Rather than bulge, they seemed to flow in an arching line of pure white from her shoulders down and out.
Nick leaned on her shoulder and kissed her on the chest. "You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
She took in his handsome face and broad shoulders in the finely tailored tuxedo and imagined what they must look like together: two beautiful animals. "You don't look so bad yourself."
"Nervous"
"Of course."
"Don't be," he said. "You got it. We both know it."
Then she turned and stepped close to him, her body melting momentarily against his. Tenderly, she kissed him long and hard. Their tongues met, the tips darting demandingly against each other.
"Jesus," he said, at last breaking the kiss, "you're a hard bitch to figure out."
"Things are always set aside for opening nights," she said, kissing him again briefly.
Someone coughed at Nick's elbow. He turned and Sabrina saw a dapper little man with slick black hair and a narrow, pencil-thin mustache.
"Sabrina, I want you to meet Cary Dayton."
"Mr. Dayton," Sabrina said, offering her hand.
He took it between wet palms. "Nick tells me you'll go all the way."
"That can be taken two ways," she replied with a smile.
The little man chuckled. "Smart broad."
"Cary owns the Blue Light Club in Cleveland. And he controls some of the bigger rooms around the country. He can do us a lot of good if he likes you tonight. Be good."
Nick and Cary Dayton moved away from her and passed through the backstage door into the club.
"Good lookin' cunt," Cary said. "Love to get a little of it."
"No go, Cary," Nick said, "it's private stock. You know that. Here's our table."
They were barely seated when Oakie started Sabrina's opening music. Then the band lights went out and another set of spots picked up Sabrina on the opposite side of the stage.
She started into the first number, a breathy ballad that caused the front of her dress to rise and fall with the tempo of the music.
The audience was hers from the second she opened her mouth. Her voice seemed to drive every word of every lyric straight into the guts of the audience, men and women alike.
The men saw in her the woman they had all secretly dreamed about... the unobtainable Venus that all men want to fuck.
The women were mesmerized by her voice, her style, and her appearance. She was the mystique that they were sure lay hidden somewhere in themselves. They saw in Sabrina freedom and wildness, an escape from their own humdrum lives.
And then she was silent.
And there was momentary silence in the room.
And then pandemonium.
They wouldn't let her off the stage. Encore followed encore before she finally left the stage, leaving them with an eager anticipation for the second show.
Oakie met her in the dressing room. "Jesus, when you're up there, all the way, remember me down in Selbeth, will ya'?"
"Selbeth?" she said, laughing. "What's that?"
"Selbeth, Oklahoma," he replied. "That's where Fay and me are go'... tonight after the show. We figure Nick would never find her down there. An' he wouldn't dare try. I got a lotta kin-folk in Selbeth. Besides, I'm just country."
"I have a feeling, Oakie," she said, "that, before this is all over I'll wish I was just country again."
"No way. You've got it. You're big time, and you'll make it, if you do like we're doin' and get away from Nick."
"I might just do that," she said, kissing him. "Good luck to both of you."
Out front, Cary Dayton was being difficult. "Yeah, sure, Nick. She's good, very good."
"Why not, then?" Nick said.
"I just can't do it any more. My rooms have just gotten too big. I gotta have names to get the prices I'm askin'. She's gotta have more exposure before I can use her as a headliner."
"Now, bullshit," Nick said. "You've said that before and we were always able to work it out."
"What do ya' mean?" Dayton asked.
"You've seen the first show... you know how good she is. No need to see the second show, is there?"
"Don't I always?" Nick said. "I'll be right back."
Nick threaded his way through the tables. He spotted Gertie at a corner booth and slid in beside her. She was guzzling booze.
"You've been going at that stuff a little heavy, haven't you?"
"Maybe," Gertie replied, starting on another glass.
"Well, get your head straightened out. Dayton needs a little persuasion, as usual. Is the party with Fay all set?"
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"Gertie's two brothers got busted this afternoon. It'll have to be her and one of the other girls."
"No good. That won't turn him on enough. You do it."
"Me?"
"That's right... you! Go all the way with it, too! Burn the shit out of her! Don't worry, you won't have to fuck him. When the time comes, just back off and he can have Fay. You know I'd never make you take a cock."
"But I want to take a cock... yours. I told you before... tonight's the night. The night for you and me."
"Sabrina said the same thing," Nick replied.
"She'll screw you up, Nick," Gertie said. "She'll screw us both up... I got a feeling."
"Nothing can touch us, honey," he said. "You know that. As long as I don't bed you down nothing gets messy. You made the rules, remember?"
She looked up at him with the closest thing to pleading he had ever seen in her eyes. "Nick," she said, "I made 'em... now I wanna change 'em."
He studied her face and figure. She had everything Sabrina had, plus maturity and moxie: that's why he had never fucked her. They had something between them that held everybody else at bay. Only Connie had ever come between them.
And Connie was dead.
"Do it," Nick said, sliding from the booth.
"What's up?" Cary Dayton asked when Nick returned.
"You," Nick said, "very shortly. My apartment third floor. You can go on up. Use the elevator in my office."
"Right on," Cary said. "Are you comin' too?"
"Gertie will be there."
"Jesus... you're really goin' all the way for this chick ain't you, Nick?"
Nick stood at the bar seething. He was mad, bull mad. He had taken the congratulations from the press and all his friends as fast as possible and then hurried back to Sabrina's dressing room after the second show.
She had already split.
"She's done gone, Mr. Nick," the maid said.
"Gone... what the hell do you mean, she's gone?" he demanded.
"Just that. She come back here, changed like a whirlwind, and grabbed that bag."
"Bag?"
"Yeah. She come in tonight with a suitcase like she was goin' travelin'."
"Shit."
"She and that Mr. Oakie, they done flew outta here right after the second show."
He downed the sixth or seventh Scotch, he had lost count, and then he called for a phone.
"Gertie?"
"Yeah, boss."
"How's it going?"
"Good, I guess," Gertie answered. "It sound like all hell is breakin' loose in there though. Your boy, that Dayton, had enough, I guess. He's probably back downstairs by now."
"Okay," Nick replied, watching Dayton came into the bar. He hung up the phone as Dayton slid onto the stool beside him.
"Jesus!" Dayton said. "That was some workout. That girl."
"No, the other one. Your secretary. She's crazy. Wouldn't let me fuck her though. Said I was just like you, no fuckin' good. Weird, man, weird."
Nick thought about Gertie and Fay and the fun and games that were probably still going on in the upstairs apartment. Suddenly he decided he would take Gertie up on her offer after all.
He started to leave.
"About this..." Dayton said. "Yeah? What about her?"
"It's a deal... I'll book her."
"No you won't," Nick replied. "She opened and closed tonight. She retired."
Chapter Twelve
Nick took the elevator to the third floor.
Fay was strapped naked to the massage table, face down. Her back, her buttocks, and her legs were one unending mass of welts and bruises.
Gertie, also naked, stood at the foot of the table, panting, getting her second wind. She still held the whip in her hand. When she looked up at him, he could see, in her eyes, that she was as full of pills as he was of booze.
"I thought you were going with the bitch, your little lady, tonight."
"I changed my mind," he replied.
"Or she did."
"How do you know?"
"Never mind," Gertie said, almost spitting out the words. "Well, as long as you're here, might as well join the party. You can warm up on her t... and then me."
As Nick undressed, he looked at Gertie's quivering body. Her breasts were full, round and firm. Her stomach was nearly flat. The flow of her hips and thighs was full and firm.
At last he had all his clothes removed except his tight shorts. He looked down to see the pulsating head of his blood-filled cock protruding above the elastic band.
"Always with a hard-on, aren't you, Nick? Sometimes I think that's all you are, or ever were, just one big, continual hard-on."
"Gertie."
"Never mind. Here, stand over here!" she said, pulling him toward the center of the room. "I want to see you in the best light. And I want you to get a good view of the real me at the same time."
She played with his hard prick, lightly running her fingers across the head of his cock and tickling the rigid shaft with her fingernails.
She positioned him and slowly peeled the shorts down his legs.
"Gertie, I want to..."
"Suck, fuck, Nick. That's what this is. What's the matter with you? You getting tender in your old age. C'mon, Nick, shut up and enjoy it. Su, fuck, cunt, shit, cock... right?"
She dropped to her knees. Her ruby-red lips nibbled at the thick cockhead, sending spasms of delight through his body.
As she sucked the head of his cock, Nick lost all train of thought. All that mattered was his cock going into that beautiful face and the promise of her cunt fucking him later. He entwined his fingers in her hair and guided his swollen prick into the warmth of her mouth.
Gertie sucked on his cock like she'd never sucked before. She placed her hands on his bare stomach and clutched his hair, alternately pulling and pushing until his thrusts were just the right length and speed to give them both extreme satisfaction.
He heard Fay groan on the table behind him.
"What about her?" Nick said.
"She passed out," Gertie said, taking her mouth from his cock. "But it sounds like our little bondage maiden is coming around."
Nick's instincts were aroused when he looked down at Gertie's tongue licking the head of his dick, and then up at her drug-bright eyes. He saw the whip still in her hand.
"Are we just going to suck?" he said. "Like always?"
"We're going to do everything," Gertie promised.
Fay was writhing on the table now. Her eyes opened and Nick could see that she was also heavily drugged.
"You want some more, don't you, Fay honey?" Gertie said, taking a stance beside the table and lifting the whip high above her head. "Tell me you do!"
"More... I..."
In that instant all Nick's senses were zeroed in on Fay's body. Blood and perspiration covered her bruised skin. Her breath came in quick gasps as she undulated and writhed against her bonds.
The perspiration gleamed on Gertie's naked body. Her breasts stood out in anticipation. The lights played over their bodies, surrounding them with an air of intoxicating evil.
Suddenly Gertie went into action. The whip sang as it sailed through the air. It landed on the willing flesh with a resounding crack. Fay jerked and strained at her bonds.
"Scream, damn you! Scream, you fucking, cock-sucking whore bitch!" Gertie brought the whip around, lashing again and again on the girl's ripe body.
On the third blow, Fay screamed. Her screams continued as the whip landed harder and harder across her legs, buttocks, and her back. Each time it hit, a long, red welt rose in its wake.
Gertie was covered with perspiration. Her body gleamed and shimmered in the dancing light like some underworld apparition. Her huge breasts heaved, dark brown nipples now swollen to a near purple. Her tongue darted out to moisten her red lips as she finally stood panting, the whip hanging loosely at her side.
Nick absently massaged the head of his prick. It was now as stiff and straight as the thick handle of the whip.
Suddenly he reached across Fay and wrenched the whip from Gertie's limp hand. With a savage roar he whirled it through the air. It landed on Fay's ass with double the force Gertie had been able to muster.
"Kill her, Nick. Hit her! Kill the fucking bitch cunt!" Gertie was screaming in his ear, her hands tearing at her own cunt.
But Nick didn't hear her.
The welts loomed red and flaming now as streams of blood began to flow where the whip had returned to kiss her flesh again and again. The criss-cross patterns gave her nude body a strange, exotic quality.
Something was grabbing his arm. Nick looked through the whiskey haze and the perspiration that fogged his blurred eyes.
It was Gertie. "Now, Nick!"
"Huh?"
"Fuck her, Nick! Fuck her in the ass... hurry... fuck her in the shit hole! Then you can stick your cock up me. FUCK HER, NICK!"
Nick pulled Fay's hips and stomach up slightly from the table. Gertie spread Fay's knees.
Nick looked down. Her bloody red ass-cheeks hung in the air. He leaned over her.
Gertie's face was directly in front of his. "You cock! You dumb son-of-a-bitch! I want you to stick your cock up her fucking asshole! Now! Fuck her in the ass!"
Nick felt Gertie's hands an his back pushing him until, at last, he understood. His mind seemed to be spinning, leaving him without control of his body.
He knelt behind Fay and placed his palms on her buttocks. They were slick with blood. He spread her ass-cheeks until her small pink asshole came into view. Nick lowered his head and let his tongue travel up and down the crack of her ass, taking the wetness from her cunt hole and lubricating her asshole.
Finally he spat right in the middle of her asshole.
Fay let out mewling gasps with each circle his tongue made. As it at last penetrated her ass, her muscles contracted in wild spasms, sending cunt juice running in long steams down her thighs.
Then Gertie positioned his prick for him, right at the center of her anus. He shoved with all his might, and his cock entered her asshole, ripping and tearing at her flesh along the way.
Fay's head came off the table and the room was filled with her ear-piercing shriek.
Then she sagged lifeless beneath him.
"Shit, she passed out again," Gertie said.
"What?"
"She's out. The fucking cunt passed out again," Gertie said, moving to the bed. "So take it out of her ass an' put it in me, Nick!"
"You?" Nick said, his mind still on fire and confused.
"Don't you want me?" Gertie asked, spreading her legs as she lay back onto the bed.
"I'll always want you," Nick said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and spread her willing thighs. He started to devour her breasts with hot, passionate kisses. He wondered why he had never driven her into a corner and insisted on fucking her before.
Again he tickled her nipples with his tongue and then it ran down her belly until his head was between her thighs. His tongue ran up the smooth, shivering flesh of her inner thighs until the tip found her warm slit and parted her cunt-lips.
He looked upward at her face. She was classically beautiful. Her head tilted slightly to one side, her face smiling at him.
"You're beautiful, Gertie," he said, in awe, as if it were the first time he had taken a really good look at this woman whom he had shared so much passion with.
She smiled down at him and tenderly guided his head back up to her breasts. He took the long nipple gently between his lips and licked the hard tip.
"I'll teach you, Nick," she moaned, her eyes closed as he sucked on first one breast and then the other. "I'll teach you how to love and how to fuck like a woman. I'll teach you, Nick."
He didn't know why, but instead of pulling her roughly back onto the bed and ravishing her as he thought he had wanted to do, he pushed her gently back until she was lying across the bed.
Nick's gigantic cock slid up along her belly. He felt her body stiffen and start to shake. She was afraid of it, deathly afraid of it -- of his cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly clear. The fine lines of her sculptured face seemed to leap out at him. The smell of her body filled his nostrils with heady perfume, the perfume of her sex, her cunt. It was an odor he remembered from somewhere far back in his past. An odor connected with something or someone he must have at one time loved, because it made him want to gently wrap his arms around the woman before him and bury himself in her body.
Their lips met, only slightly parted in a kiss that bespoke tenderness and longing rather than unbridled passion. It was a long, tender kiss, and when it was over, their anus slid around each other and they embraced.
"Gertie," he whispered, "you're not like the others. You never have been. You're special. You understand?"
"Nick," she sighed. "You... do you mean that? Really mean it?"
"I mean it," he said, taking her hand and moving it to his cock where it was trapped between their bodies.
"Nick, I've got to tell you something... I..."
But her hand had grasped his cock and her brain had grasped just what he was going to do with it. Her body again became rigid. She was petrified and he knew it.
"Don't talk not now," he said.
He put his hand over her mouth as he started gently moving his hips back and forth, fucking her hand as he would soon fuck her cunt.
He looked down at her. Her hair was highlighted where it cascaded outward from her face in waves on the pillow. Her eyes were closed.
Her other hand roamed over her own body, stopping now and then to knead and bring an excited flush to her skin. She cupped a breast, squeezing it toward his chest and further accentuating its firmness.
One of her legs was thrown slightly over the other as if she were protecting her cunt. Her gleaming white thighs merged together, framing the triangle of her cunt and inciting his lust even more.
"I want you," he moaned. "Now!"
"Yes... yes," she sighed. "And I'm sorry, Nick, really sorry. Take me. Don't let me stop you no matter what I say or what I do. Just put it in me! Stick your cock up my cunt and fuck me with it! Fuck me good, Nick! No matter... no matter."
With her nails digging into his straining back, she drew him up over her writhing form and felt him settle between her thighs. She felt the immense length of his cock bobbing, poised between her quivering thighs. A red cloud of fear passed in front of her eyes. Pain, it will be pain, she thought, more pain than I could ever stand.
Nick felt her body tense even more. She became as stiff as a board. He looked down into her fear-contorted face.
Suddenly, she screamed at him, commanding him to stop.
"No... no, Nick! I can't...! Can't! No... NO!" She bucked under him, trying to throw him. She struggled, trying to squeeze her thighs tightly together.
He bunched and corded the taut muscles in his powerful thighs and buttocks. He pushed her thighs viciously apart, then positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her cuntal opening.
"Nick... no, don't do it! I can't take it, Nick. I CAN'T... PLEASE DON'T!"
He just started his forward lunge when an ear-piercing scream filled his ears and forced him to roll off her body and jump to his feet.
It was Genie. He hadn't heard her enter the apartment. She was standing over Fay's sagging form.
"What the fuck?"
"Nick." Genie said. "She dead."
Chapter Thirteen
Nick went over the last three weeks and the last two horns in his mind as he drove through the rain-slick streets. It seemed like nothing had worked very well since Sabrina had come into his life.
And tonight she had done it again. She had driven him over the edge. He didn't know if it had been himself or Gertie who had dealt the fatal blow to Fay.
It didn't make any difference. She was dead either way.
But, really, he blamed it on Sabrina. She had somehow driven him to do what he had done. Normally he would want revenge on her. But now he suddenly didn't care anymore. He would give her contract back to her in the morning and tell her to get the hell out of his life, and out of his hair, forever.
Nick Jennings suddenly felt very tired as he pulled the car into the drive and made his way into the house. Nat only tired, for the first time in his life, he felt a little old.
He thought of Gertie. Perhaps it would have been better to have stayed with her in the apartment after he and Gertie had gotten rid of Fay's body. But he knew he would want her and she had been too scared after the mess with Fay.
If he would have stayed with her, he would have eventually fucked her, by force if need be, and that would have mined her forever.
There would be time now. Lots of time, for them.
He could hardly keep his eyes open as he climbed the stairs leaving a trail of clothes behind him. He was naked by the time he got to his bedroom.
He slid beneath the covers and slipped into a half sleep the second his head hit the pillow. The foreign odor of a strange perfume filled his nostrils. Gertie? He passed it off as wishful thinking.
It was like a dream when he felt the soft hand move across his thigh and stroke his flaccid cock. Slowly, the hand caressed him, and as his prick stiffened, the hand increased its manipulations to a rapid pumping motion.
He felt firm breasts, hard nipples aroused, and brush against his back. He wriggled his body closer until he could feel the softness of pubic hair on his buttocks.
Finally, still half asleep, he rolled over and took the yielding body into his arms. Her legs opened slightly and closed again, capturing his stiff prick between them in a viselike grip. He slid one hand downward across the crack of her ass. The soft curling hair of her cunt caressed him, and her thighs worked steadily on the sides of his cock.
She moved a shoulder, and her breast seemed to leap into his mouth with a hot, frenzied eagerness. At first he played with the nipple, then he opened his mouth to suck as much of her tit as possible into his mouth. Her breast was not only firm, it was hard and very large.
The girl began working her legs harder and faster, moving her hips forward and back now to force his prick up against her swollen clit. The motion excited him and he attacked the hard, thrusting tit even more ardently, biting and chewing the fleshy globe.
"Suck it, Nick!" she gasped. "Suck the fucking shit out of my tit!"
Her voice hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. He was instantly awake and reaching for the lamp beside the bed.
Her body arched as the light bathed her youthful suppleness. She smiled up at him.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he said.
"I've been waiting for you for hours. Where the hell have you been?"
"What's the matter?" she said, not understanding the quizzical expression on his face.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Yes, it is. I thought you might be someone else."
Sabrina laughed. "Who? Your dyke girl friend, maybe?"
"As a matter of fact... yes"
Her face became serious. "I thought you wanted me, Nick."
"I did. I thought you'd already shipped out."
She squirmed across the bed to again lock his rigid cock between her young thighs. "Well, I didn't," she said. "And I'm here and I'm ready."
She placed one of his hands on her breast, rubbing his palm across the nipple until it stood out hard and eager. His other hand she shoved between her legs where the moisture was already flowing from her cunt like a burst dam.
"This is crazy," he said, struggling to free himself from her.
"It isn't," she said. "You want me, Nick. You want my cunt. I've known it since the first time I saw you look at me."
"So?" he said, sweating.
"So... fuck me! I want this. I want to feel this big fucking cock splitting me... cutting me clear in half."
It was all too tempting for him, with her nude white tenderness rubbing his body. With his throbbing cock clutched in her hand. With her musky smell permeating the bed, the room, and his nostrils. It made his head swirl, and he thought about Gertie.
And as he thought of the other woman his cock got harder.
He suddenly wanted Gertie, not this kid. He didn't know why, but he didn't want her to have any more satisfaction from his lusting and crawling for her.
Rut she was here, naked... and he was damn hard, painfully hard.
"No thanks," he said, starting to roll away.
She was too quick. She wiggled her body under him, spreading her legs as she moved. When she could feel his cock stiffen against her slit, she began working her hips, trying to force him to enter her pussy.
She pulled his head down and kissed him hungrily, her hot tongue sliding into his mouth.
Unconsciously, his hands started working at her body, slowly, exploring all of her youthful charms. Under him, her hips began a mad gyration until his cockhead was directly at the opening of her cunt. She felt the slight pressure on her clit, and she knew her attack, trying, almost desperately, to pull his now pulsing prick deeply inside her.
He held back, his hips pulling slightly away from hem. He wanted her desperately, but his mind was confused.
His body won.
He started moving his head down. He kissed her taut nipples, and massaged the swollen hardness of her heavy breasts with his hands. His tongue and lips caressed her belly and moved down to her thighs, quickly passing over the mat of hair at her bulging crotch. He forced her thighs apart and carefully kissed the insides of them both.
Then he moved his lips and tongue slowly, yet smoothly, back up the inside of her legs to her cunt. He licked at the soft, tender meat, his lips plucking at the swollen hardness of her clit. Her body was hot, and her slit, wet with juice, was like a volcano.
His lips were close to her sweet-smelling young cunt and, blew gently. The short kinky hairs quivered. The tip of his tongue feathered her cunt-lips, first up one side and then down the other, never entering her pulsing cavity.
"Yes, that's good! Oh so good!" she sighed. "Go ahead! Do me with your tongue first. Oh fuck, it feels so good."
Her breath hissed between her teeth. She awaited the pleasure that his talented tongue would soon give her pussy.
Nick turned his attention from her cunt-hole to the hard little knob just above. He lapped and licked at it until her clit was stiff enough to be drawn between his lips. As he began to tongue the tiny pleasure point, Sabrina immediately started to approach total release.
"Suck, suck, and suck!" she screamed, ramming upward with her hips, shoving the full sweetness of her pussy against his mouth.
Nick reamed the slick walls of her inner cunt and nibbled on the small bud of her clitoris. The taste and smell of her young body changed to a heady flavor as her juices started flowing in a torrent.
Suddenly Sabrina's back arched, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her. A strangled sound escaped her lips and she writhed through her first orgasm.
But it was only the beginning. For both of them.
"Now my cunt!" she gasped. "Fill my cunt up with your cock! It's what we've bath been waiting for. Fuck me! Fuck me you dirty, rotten, son-of-a-bitch... FUCK ME!"
She pulled his body aver hers and pushed one of his hands under her buttocks. Her cunt was slick and yielding to his probing fingers. The juices from her pussy flowed across his hand.
It was all his passion needed.
His cock rose between her spread thighs. Sabrina gripped his pulsing dick. She stroked and squeezed his cock.
His cock became harder and throbbed unbearably.
His cock leaped toward her cunt. He thrust into her cunt, burying his prick until nothing remained outside her pussy. He lifted her legs to his shoulders so that every thrust of his hungry hips gave him the greatest penetration into her cunt.
Her body responded in kind. She slithered, and began a grinding series of gyrations that sent her whole body to an immediate peak of desperate fulfillment.
"Yes, Nick, yes!" she cried. "I love it... oh God, I love it!"
"Oh Jesus, I love it... I always will and I'll always need it!"
"Fuck me, Nick... fuck me and make me come! Over and over and over! Make my cunt come on our big, fat prick!"
Nick's prick throbbed inside her tight, moist cunt. Her hips seemed to be welded to his. Her voice became low and husky in a growl that became a sound of pleasure mixed with pain as again and again he rammed to the very bottom of her hole with the hard head of his hungry cock.
"Don't stop, Nick! Don't! Cut me up with it!" the voice said. "Oh your cock is so good!"
Harder and harder he sent his cock fucking into her tender cunt until their two bodies became one, hurtling through an eternity of timeless and weightless space.
She worked on his prick, using her hips in all directions at once, taking all of his cock with each thrust. At last he burst forth with his own flood. Somewhere in his consciousness he heard her say, "Don't save it. Let me have it! Let me have the whole fucking load... come in me... give it all to me!"
Her legs locked around him even tighter as the final, convulsive spasms of release took over their bodies at the same time. Nick flooded her belly with his massive spurts of cum as she writhed her way through a spastic climax that left her limp and drained beneath him.
They lay side by side, silent for a long time. Then Nick spoke. "It was good," he said. "It was as good as I thought it would be."
"Was it good enough to come back for more? And more? And more?" Sabrina asked.
"You know it was."
She snapped a light on the side of the bed and crossed to her purse. She removed an envelope and came back to the bed. Dropping if in his lap, she said, "Good. Because there won't be any more, Nick. I'll fix us a couple of drinks. In the meantime... read that!"
The envelope and the letter it contained was worn, creased, and crumpled as if it had gone through many, many readings.
He unfolded it and started to read:
My dear nymphomaniac sister...
Well, Cam dear, things have indeed taken a strange turn, both mentally and financially. Not even to mention physically, which might be the biggest change.
I told you about my lady lover... well, now we met a man. That's right dear, don't faint... a man. And what a man. We were together only one night and I knew that the vow I made a long time ago to never have anything to do with men would go right out the window. I always thought it a little odd that you could be so one-way, and I could be so one-way the other way. Now the twain has met.
My name is Nick Jennings and he's everything we hated in our parents and the people around us when we were plowing up. He even owns a whorehouse. Isn't that a kick? Dear old Ma, the bitch, would jump with glee. You know that was her lifelong dream. To get off the streets and her back and be a Madame. Her only problem was she loved it too much. Like the man in the candy store, she ate up all the profits. That's just the way I don't want you to end up, and now I think I've found the way.
I know that Nick is the one but I don't know what to do about my lady lover. If he ever found out about her he would probably kill me. But slowly I think I'm getting out of that.
Hope to be able to send for you soon. Yours in the bed room!
Love, Connie.
When he looked up from the letter she was standing in front of him with a drink.
"I knew Connie had a sister and I knew there was something about you... I should have realized."
"That was the last letter I got from her before you killed her."
"Before I killed her?" he said, taking the drink from her, and tipping the full shot back into his throat before erupting into laughter and rolling back on the bed.
"I don't think it's funny."
"I do," he said, the tears running down his cheeks. "So you came here to get your revenge. What are you going to do? Kill me?"
"No," she replied. "Oh, that's what I was going to do at first. But I changed my mind. I decided, after watching you operate, it wasn't worth killing you. Natalie said you loved Connie. Really loved her."
"I did."
"So I was going to make you love me and then take a walk."
"That's impossible now," he said.
"I know. You couldn't love anybody. So I had to find another way."
"You're wrong... about not loving anybody," he said. "And it's ironic. That's what's so funny. I must have a penchant for lesbian women."
"Gertie?"
"That's right."
Then it was her turn to laugh and laugh and laugh. When at last she regained control, she said, "You're right, Nick. It is ironic. Gertie's already sold you out."
"Whatta you mean?"
"I mean she was pining tonight when she offend you her all and you left her, supposedly for me. She decided you were no different from all the other men after all. She came backstage between shows, and told me how much she had wanted me. I let her eat me, Nick. Right before the show. I just lifted my dress and she went wild. She loved it, just like you did. She said she loved me. She told me how rotten you were, how she wanted to go away with me. That's when I saw how to do it, how to do you for Goddamn good. The two sets of books you keep in your office safe? Well that was my price... my price to go away with her. And she paid it, Nick. She gladly paid it."
"My books?" he said, leaping off the bed and grabbing her by the shoulders.
"That's it... right out of your office safe. I gave 'em to Oakie right after the last show. Right now, you son-of-a-bitch, your books are on the way to Internal Revenue and Oakie and Fay are on the way to Oklahoma."
"That's where you're wrong. Fay's dead."
"Dead?"
"That's right, you stupid bitch, and I didn't kill your sister."
She wasn't listening. "You' dead too!" Sabrina screamed. "Yes, dead, you bastard. They'll put you away for a thousand years when everything finally comes out."
He hit her alongside the head. She sprawled on the floor like a rag doll. He was about to kick her when the telephone rang.
"Nick? Nick, it's Gertie. You gotta get over here right away, Nick."
"What the fuck's wrong?"
"It's Gertie. Oh Jesus! Nick, she's bad, real bad. Oakie..."
"Oakie?"
"Yeah," Gertie said. "Oakie he come up here and..."
"Never mind," Nick said, his mind racing, "I'll be right there." He slammed the phone down and collected his thoughts quickly. The books. Oakie's still there. There may still be time.
On the floor Sabrina had somewhat recovered. "What about Oakie?" she said.
"I think you lose, after all," ire replied.
They ran into Gertie as they stepped off the elevator. She was a mess, pacing and running up and down the hall. Her halt was caked with blood and more of it clotted on her face from a broken nose and a long gash down one cheek. Her dress was ripped and one enormous brown breast sagged and swayed free from the garment as she moved.
"Jesus," Nick said, holding her up by the shoulders. "What the fuck happened to you."
"It was right after you left..." she said, pausing. It was obvious that she was going to say something about Fay but decided to watch her words when she saw Sabrina.
"Yeah... yeah?" Nick said impatiently.
"He come up here lookin' for... you-know-who? And, well, somehow he found out an'... Jesus, Nick, he went crazy. He beat the shit outta me and then went into the apartment with Gertie an' locked the door. She started screamin' like hell but I couldn't get to her."
"Is he here now?"
"N... he come bustin' outta there just a little bit ago, hit me a couple more times and split."
"Where's Gertie?" Nick said.
"She's in your apartment still. Jesus, Nick, you ain't gonna like it when you see it... what that crazy bastard did to her."
Nick was only worried about one thing at a time. And the one thing, as he ran into the apartment, was the books.
He hit the door flail tilt with Sabrina right behind him. He was nearly in the middle of the room when he saw her.
"Oh my God," he said, almost screeching.
"Jesus," Sabrina gasped behind him.
Gertie was strapped, face up, cm the massage table. Her legs were pulled apart by ropes but they were unnaturally spread and split. One hip was obviously broken. Between her thighs was a mass of puddled blood. Both breasts were mutilated by teeth marks and, only a gnawed hale remained where a nipple had, been.
Gertie padded into the room behind them. "He raped her Nick. And not with just his cock. He must have shoved everything in the room up her after he came himself."
"Jesus," Nick said again. "Is she alive?"
"Yeah... she's alive," Gertie replied. "If you wanna call it that. She'd probably be better off dead. I guess she's in there."
Nick moved to the table and looked down. Gertie's eyes were open and her lips were dribbling spittle and blood. The eyes stared vacantly, unseeing. She was alive all right, but she was a vegetable. She was living death. He guessed she was totally insane.
"Get a doctor!" Nick said.
Gertie left without a word as Nick removed her bonds and tenderly carried her to the bed. Carefully he laid her clown and sank to his knees beside her. He cradled her head in his arms.
"I'm sorry too, Gertie... I'm really sorry."
"Nick," Sabrina said.
"What?"
"I didn't plan it like this... really."
"You should have," he said. "Because now you ye really won."
"What?"
"I didn't kill Connie. Her lady lover did," he replied.
Then Sabrina realized. The irony he had spoken of earlier hit her then, hit her like a fist in the belly. "Gertie?"
"Yeah... Gertie."
"My God, to end up like this. It was probably the only time she ever had a man inside her."
Nick turned and leveled his eyes on hers. "Get the fuck outta here!"
Sabrina found a seat in the rear of the bus. The ticket agent said the closest she could get to her destination was Tulsa. From there she would just start calling until she found him. She was sure that he felt as lonely and empty as she did.
But maybe in time she'd lose herself down there with him. She'd never be a big star but then she had never wanted to be. Connie had wanted her to be. And Nick had wanted her to be. And she would have ended up like Natalie. And that she didn't want to be.
The bus radio seeped into her thoughts. She recognized the style, the tune, and the voice. Bringing back the oldies seemed to be the big thing. It was an old record of Natalie's, her biggest one.
Sabrina listened to the lyric as she dug the birth certificate and other identification out of her pulse.
Just a Rockin' Lady,
Swingin' to be free,
Swingin', Rockin' Lady,
No-one's lovin' me.
She began to tear the papers and cards into tiny pieces.
Gonna get away some day,
Gonna find a place,
Gonna find a man to love me,
This tired ol' Rockin' Lady.
By the time the last mournful note of the song had died away Sabrina lay on the floor of the bus in tiny, tattered pieces of paper, and Clara took a deep breath and smiled.
