Angela was twenty years old. Her hair was somewhere between gold and honey: too pale to be called gold and too rich to be called honey. She was slender, not with the stringy slenderness of a boy, but firmly rounded and her smooth skin had luster and depth.
She hesitated before going up into the boarding house, then, letting out a long drawn-out sigh, she walked up the brown, dirt-encrusted stairs, carrying her suitcase.
The landlady was a stout woman named Thelma. Sure, she had a room for Angela, and it was within Angela's means. That is, while her money held out.
It was a large room with tired furniture, a sturdy bed, and a bathroom that held the necessary conveniences.
While she put her things away in the chest of drawers, a girl materialized in her doorway. "Better learn to lock your door," the girl said. "Sometimes we steal things, like lipstick and boy friends." The girl walked in and introduced herself as Corky Evans.
"Angela Wright."
"Just hit town?"
"Yeah."
"Figured. The town isn't Los Angeles or New York, but it's growing all the time. Soon they'll be puttin' in a sewer system."
Angela laughed and sat on the bed. "How does a girl pick up a few bucks while she's waiting for the big break?"
Corky looked at Angela's legs; they were long and nylon-clad.
"In a legitimate way, of course," Angela said hastily.
"There is no legitimate way," Corky said.
"I have a fear of getting knocked up," Angela said honestly, "but I have enough pills to last me for a couple of months."
"You like men or women?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"Women can't get you knocked up," Corky reasoned.
While Angela thought that one over, Corky asked what Angela did for a living. She found out that Angela was a singer.
"Too many singers in town," Corky said. "Too many strippers, too. Look, let's have dinner together, and I'll fix up a date for you. I guarantee you'll pick up a few extra bucks."
"Sounds okay by me."
"Got a mini-dress?"
"Sure."
"Then let's go."
"I'm all sweaty. Let me take a shower first." Angela stripped and Corky followed her into the bathroom. "You have a great shape," Corky said, her eyes on Angela's naked body.
"Thanks." Angela soaped and rinsed her body. She stepped out and saw how Corky was looking at her breasts while she dried herself with a thick towel.
"I suppose you go for girls?" Angela said.
"I go for everything," Corky admitted. She reached out and touched Angela's left breast, expecting Angela to either jump back or slap at her hand. She was pleasantly surprised when Angela just stood there, an amused expression on her pretty face.
Corky felt the firm mound, tweaked the crisp nipple, feeling it blossom into hardness. "You don't mind?"
"I've been through the mill," Angela said. "Seen everything, done everything. Well, practically. Unless someone has invented something new."
Corky was visibly excited. "How about a little sex before we go out to eat?"
"Sure," Angela said. "How much will you pay me?"
Corky shook her head sadly and took her hand away from Angela's breast. "You're too young to be that hard."
Angela dressed and they went out to eat. Before the waiter brought dessert, Corky excused herself to make a phone call. She came back and ordered ice cream.
"It's all set. Just relax. Harry and Stan will pick us up. They're also going to pay for our dinner. Isn't that sweet of them?"
"Sure," Angela said dryly. "But it all depends on what they expect in return."
"They'll slip us a few bucks for services rendered," Corky said, as if from experience. "What do you mean by a few bucks?"
"Maybe a ten spot."
Angela frowned. "Didn't your friends ever hear of inflation? Listen, Corky, I'm not laying it on the line for ten bucks."
"You and Harry can discuss it."
"Is that all you know, small timers?"
Corky grinned. "Don't kid yourself. I know some big shots. I know a dame who goes for class. You're class, kid. I can see that. But how are you in bed? I can't take a chance--"
"Oh, shut up," Angela said without rancor. "You just want me in bed and you know it."
"I can't help it," Corky said. "The sight of your naked tits set me off. I'm only human."
"If I get what I want from Harry," Angela said, "maybe I'll show you how good I am for free."
"Is that a promise?" Corky asked breathlessly.
"Uh huh."
Harry and Stan arrived and paid their check and tipped the waiter generously. Harry was thirty, tall, with blond hair. Stan was two years older than Harry, with blue-black hair and a swarthy complexion. Both men were married and good-looking.
Harry's car was parked outside the restaurant. They got in and Harry took off.
"Where are we going?" Angela asked. She was sitting in the front seat next to Harry. Her skirt was hiked up, showing a generous expanse of nylon-clad thighs.
"A few night spots," Harry said.
"A few?" Stan said from the rear. "Just one is enough."
Angela looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Corky and Stan in a clinch. Stan slid his hand under Corky's skirt and was caressing her thigh. She wondered how far they would go. She knew from experience that a couple could go pretty far in the back seat of a car.
Neon lights flashed in the darkness: Jive Joint. To the right of the converted farmhouse was a parking lot and Harry drove his car inside and braked. They got out, leaving the car to an attendant.
As they entered the Jive Joint, they were greeted by a roar of drums. The place was mobbed. On the dais was a stripper. She was down to a G-string and pasties. Her breasts were solid and large and they swayed as she bumped her hips.
A waiter escorted them to a table where they ordered stingers. The stripper took off her pasties and her nipples showed brown and large. She jerked her pelvis and off came the G-string. Her thick pussy hair was black while the hair on her head was brown.
After a few rounds of drinks, Angela was feeling giddy. She danced once with Harry and once with Stan. Both men fondled her buttocks and pressed themselves tight against her. Both men had hard-ons while they danced with her.
When they left, Harry suggested they go to his place for a couple of drinks.
"What about the wife?" Corky asked.
"She's away for a couple of days," Harry said, grinning. "I think she has a boy friend. I wish she'd be honest and open up about him. It would make things a lot easier."
"Yeah, I imagine it would," Angela said. They drove out and headed for the apartment building where Harry lived. Corky and Stan again went into a clinch and Angela watched in the rear view mirror. Stan had his hand inside Corky's dress and was feeling her breasts. Corky was breathing hard, and Stan quickly ran his hand inside her skirt. From the glazed expression on Corky's face, Angela was sure Stan had reached her pussy. She wondered if Stan was going to make her come that way.
Harry parked in front of a red brick apartment building. "Well, here we are. All out." Angela turned and looked at Corky. "Did you make it?"
Corky was pulling down her skirt. "Tell you later." She winked at Angela.
They got out and walked into the building. In the lobby was a bank of elevators. "Classy joint," Angela remarked as Harry pushed the call button.
"New in town, aren't you?" Harry asked Angela as they rode up in the elevator.
"Didn't Corky tell you?"
"I forget."
"Brand new," Angela said.
The elevator stopped and they got out. Harry fished for a key and unlocked his apartment door, and they walked in.
It was a nicely furnished apartment with thick white rugs, a black silk davenport, club chairs with brocaded skirts, and a writing table made of Cuban mahogany. There was a portable bar where Harry made their drinks. Angela and Corky sat on the davenport and Stan relaxed in one of the club chairs.
"Corky tells me you're out to make a buck," Harry said bluntly as he handed Angela her drink.
"What else did she tell you?" Angela asked. The drink was refreshing. It was a Tom Collins.
"That you're cute," Harry said. "I guess I could have asked you a few questions in that night spot but I was too busy admiring your beauty." He handed out the remaining drinks to Corky and Stan and kept one for himself.
"Baloney," Angela retorted. "You were too busy looking at the strippers and rubbing up against me when we danced."
Harry laughed and relaxed on the remaining club chair. "Okay. Look, how would you like to earn a quick twenty? That besides what I'll give you for what we accomplish in the bedroom."
Angela was interested. "How do I earn that quick twenty?"
Harry jerked a thumb at Stan. "My pal here has a fetish. Do you know what a fetish is?"
Angela nodded her head. "Yeah. I once read a book."
"I have a fetish, too," Harry said. "Stan likes to go down on it and I like to watch."
Silently, Angela sipped her drink.
"What about it?" Harry asked, almost impatiently.
"I never had an audience before," Angela said.
"Ha!" Corky snorted. "And you said you'd done everything. I've had audiences before when I've performed. You get an extra thrill knowing you're being watched."
"Okay," Angela said.
Stan was leaning forward, his eyes bulging.
"Let's see what you look like," Harry said.
Angela put her glass aside and stood up. She undressed swiftly. When she was nude, she stood there, hands on hips while the men admired her. She noticed Corky was also feasting her eyes.
"Okay," Harry said. "Now lay down while Stan eats your pussy."
CHAPTER TWO
Angela lay back on the davenport as Stan proceeded to undress. He had an athletic body with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He approached the davenport licking his lips. He spread Angela's thighs apart and stared hungrily at her oval-shaped pussy. He dropped to his knees and caressed the outer and inner lips, then his head moved forward and his tongue swept over the surface of her open cunt.
Angela shivered in delight as she felt the soft warm wet caress. She forgot that Harry and Corky were watching. She forgot everything except that a man's tongue had licked at her pussy and there was going to be more of the same.
Stan cupped her buttocks, raised them, and exposed her red puckered asshole. His tongue swept over the anus and she moaned.
"Go to it, Stan," Harry encouraged.
Stan used the tip of his tongue to entertain Angela by forcing it into her rectum. He dug in deep and a third of his tongue was inside. He moved it in and out while Angela shuddered in pleasure.
"Stan sure knows his stuff," Harry told Corky.
"Yeah, don't I know," said Corky.
Stan swept his tongue up from the asshole and into Angela's warm cunt. He delved in deep, swishing it about against the vaginal walls.
A thousand sparks went off in Angela's head. This bastard sure knew how to use his tongue. She hadn't expected him to lick her asshole. It had been marvelous. Now he was inside her pussy with his knowing tongue and she was enjoying every precious second of it.
"Eat it, eat it," Harry was saying.
"He will," Corky said. She was very excited now. She couldn't wait for Stan to get down on her. She knew what Angela was going through.
Angela grimaced with pleasure-pain as Stan started nibbling on her now erect clitoris. He licked the love button with his tongue, bit it gently with his teeth, and ended up by sucking on it with his unyielding lips.
"Make me come," Angela moaned. "Make me come."
Stan sucked on her clitoris as his fingers sank into the flesh of her ass. He feasted on her flesh with the hunger of a man who loves to eat pussy.
Angela gripped the sides of his head with her slender fingers as if afraid he would take his mouth away before she could come. But Stan had no intention of letting go of the love knob before he had completed what he started.
Angela groaned savagely as she felt the rushing of her body against the suctioning of his lips, rushing for the brink, eager to go over the edge. She cried out as her body jerked crazily to its climax.
Stan kissed her cunt a few times and took his mouth away.
Harry was on his feet, tearing at his clothes. He advanced on Angela, his prick strong, hard and vibrant. "Don't get up. I'm going to fuck you right now."
Corky leaned forward, her eyes round with excitement, as she watched Harry climb over the naked white body of her new companion. She saw Harry's hard cock disappear into Angela's open pussy.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Stan said to Corky.
She shook her head no. "I want to watch."
Stan bent over her and started taking off her clothes.
On the davenport, Harry was giving it to Angela.
Harry caressed Angela's breasts, twisted her erect nipples while his hips drove his prick deep into her cunt.
"Give it to me, give it to me," Angela was saying. Her thighs waved in the air as she started to pump against Harry.
Stan had Corky half undressed. "Let's go into the bedroom so's I can eat your cunt."
"Yeah." Corky got to her feet, her brassiere half off her, one tit revealed. She went into the bedroom, still watching the screwing couple on the davenport.
Harry suddenly groaned as he spewed his hot sperm into Angela's cunt. Angela felt his come drench her pussy and she shot off her own come juices seconds later.
"Want to watch Corky and Stan?" Harry asked as he rolled away.
"Sure, if they don't object."
"They won't." He helped Angela off the davenport and they stood in the doorway of the bedroom, watching Stan making it with Corky.
Corky was naked on her back, her thighs well spread, and Stan was licking at her open cunt. He licked at her clitoris as she moaned, her fingers running through his hair.
He concentrated on her clitoris until she came with a heavy groan. Then he turned her over and slapped her ass a few times, pried her buttocks apart, and rammed his cock home. He felt underneath for her tits and held on to them as he fucked her in the ass. His prick went in and out of her rectum as he fingered her stiff nipples.
Corky wiggled her ass, helping him, even drawing backward so that more of his driving cock could get into her ass.
Stan bit her shoulder as he climaxed.
Harry made fresh drinks and they sat around in the living room stark naked. Angela found herself with Stan when Harry took Corky into the bedroom. But Stan was in a talkative mood and didn't make a pass at her.
"I envy Harry," Stan was saying. "He's got a beautiful wife and all the chicks he wants."
"Why does he go after girls when he has a beautiful wife?" Angela wanted to know.
"I guess one gets tired of the same old hole after a while," Stan said. "I wish I could get into Geraldine. That's Harry's wife. Once I suggested it, in a kidding manner, of course, and Harry raised the roof. I never saw him get so mad. I told him I was only kidding."
"But you weren't," Angela said.
"What?"
"But you weren't really kidding, were you?"
"Yeah," he grinned, "I wasn't. I've always had hot pants for her but she's faithful to Harry. Or maybe she just doesn't want me. I don't know. But I did suggest it to Harry and he got sore. Funny. He'll go after any dame but he won't let his best buddy go near his wife."
"He said something about maybe she has a boy friend," Angela reminded Stan. "He didn't seem to care."
"Oh, he cares, all right. That was just talk. A lot of men are like that."
"You're not married?"
"Yeah, I'm married. That reminds me. I can't stay too long. If Corky and Harry don't come out pretty soon, I'm taking off without saying good night. Harry will take you two home."
"Uh huh." Angela made two drinks and gave Stan one. "One more for the road," she said.
He drank a third of the glass. "You're not a bad-looking head," he said to her.
"Thanks. Harry said you have a fetish about going down on it. I don't think it's so much of a fetish. Most of the men I've known liked the idea of eating pussy."
"I'd rather eat pussy than do anything else," Stan confessed. "There are times when I can't get a hard-on unless I eat some pussy first."
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure."
"How does your wife feel about it?"
"She doesn't suspect I go after other women," Stan said.
"I don't mean that. I mean, does she let you eat her when you feel in the mood?"
"Sure," Stan said. "She's modern. She goes down on me, too."
"You must have a very happy marriage." Stan looked at her sharply to see if she was being sarcastic. "We do all right," he finally said. "Listen, most married men play around. You should know that."
"Yeah, I know that."
He finished his drink and stood up. "I've got to go." He put on his clothes, solemnly shook hands with her and left.
Angela put on her clothes and waited for Corky and Harry to finish. They came out of the bedroom twenty minutes later and Harry made more drinks. Then he drove them to the boarding house. Before Angela got out of the car, Harry gave her some money.
Harry drove off and the girls went up to Angela's room.
CHAPTER THREE
"How much did he give you?" Corky asked. Angela counted the bills in her hand. "Fifty bucks."
"That's not bad."
"And how much did he give you for delivering me?" Angela asked, putting the money away.
Corky laughed. "You're not so dumb."
"I try not to be."
Corky started to undress. "Do you mind if I sleep here tonight? My bed has a lump in it."
"What's his name?"
Corky took off her bra and examined her breasts. "Harry gets rough sometimes. Can you see if he bruised them?"
Corky was a trifle plump and her breasts were large with brown nipples. Angela looked at them, an amused smile on her lips.
"I don't see anything."
"Feel them," Corky insisted.
Angela felt the breasts. The skin had a fine texture. Her thumb rubbed the nipples and they became instantly erect. Corky sighed with pleasure. "Feels nice," she said.
Angela squeezed the breasts gently and then let go of them. "Nothing wrong with them and you know it."
Corky shed her panties and hopped into bed.
Her buttocks were full, soft and white. The cleavage between them was deep. She lay on her back, one knee up. "Come on, get your clothes off. I can't wait to get my hands on you."
Angela undressed and got into bed.
"You're sweet," Corky said, exploring Angela's tits. "I can just eat you up. In fact, I think I will." She licked at Angela's breasts, firmed the nipples with her tongue and teeth, ran her hand down Angela's belly to the hairy mound, searched for the gash, and her fingers found the deep wet tunnel.
Angela moaned as she felt Corky's fingers exploring her pussy.
Corky found the erect clitoris with her fingers and pushed against it, rubbed it, thumbed it. She bit Angela's nipples. Then her head went south. She licked around the area of the navel. She traced a faint line of hair from the edge of the navel to the edge of the forest. Her tongue ran through the forest as her fingers came out of the wet hole. Her tongue delved deeply into the cunt hole and swished about inside the lubricated walls.
Cries of ecstasy escaped from Angela's lips. Her body writhed like a demon possessed. Her smooth thighs quivered and her breasts bobbed as she moved crazily on the bed.
Corky's lips drew in the spongy clitoris in an elaborate caress and her teeth surrounded the tasty meat. Her fingers cupped Angela's ass and sank into soft flesh. She ate voraciously at the wet, throbbing cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh," Angela moaned. "Ummmmm! OH, OH, OH!" Her head twisted from side to side. She was reaching for Nirvana with every sucking motion of Corky's lips. She sailed skyward, her body an electric storm, humming toward its climax.
"Oh. OH. Arghhh!" Angela cried out sharply. Her eyes closed tightly so that she could feel more intensely the thudding emotions that were hitting her.
One last lingering cry and her body jerked with spasms. Her cunt juices flowed and Corky lapped with her tongue the offering from the pussy she was eating.
"Want to do a sixty-nine?" Corky asked. Angela shook her head no. "My pussy is all eaten up. Sit on my face and I'll suck you off."
"I'll never turn down an offer like that." Corky squatted over Angela's face, and lowered her body until she could feel Angela's tongue inside her cunt. "Oh that feels so good. Oh, yes. Yes."
Angela's hands cupped Corky's broad hips. She moved her fingers about on Corky's soft ass until she found the valley.
Corky groaned as Angela's forefinger wormed into her anus. The stuffing felt so nice. She moved backward so as to get more of Angela's finger in her asshole.
Angela buried her head between Corky's plump thighs and applied her mouth to Corky's cunt and held on, her lips glued to the tasty pussy, as Corky shifted her body, trying to get the maximum enjoyment from the mouth at her cunt and the finger in her ass.
"Give it to me, give it to me," Corky moaned. "Yes. Your tongue. I love it. That's the spot. My button, yes, oh, stay right there! Oh, I'm going to come. Right in your mouth. Yes, oh, yes. OH! OH!"
Corky threw back her head, baring her teeth. A shrill cry escaped from her palpitating throat.
Angela tasted the light cream that gushed from Corky's pussy. She licked at it like a cat would lick at cream.
"You're okay," Corky said, stretching alongside Angela. "You have a real educated mouth."
"You're not so bad yourself."
"Remember what I said, about a dame I know who goes for class?" Corky said. "Well, I wasn't kidding."
"I thought you just wanted to get me into bed."
"Let me talk to her. She'll steer you to the right people."
"I thought she was the right people."
"Let's put it this way," Corky said. "She's like a high class madame, but more so."
Angela lowered her head and licked at the valley between Corky's large breasts. Her hand caressed the girl's plump thighs. She cupped the hairy pussy as she started licking at the erect nipples.
"Feels nice," Corky moaned.
Fingers went into the moist tunnel. Lips fastened onto a nipple. Fingers searched for the love knob and found it-throbbing love flesh, spongy and soft, wet with lubrication.
"Ummm." Corky writhed crazily on the bed, her plump white body moving from side to side as if trying to escape from the probing fingers on her clitoris. She groaned as Angela bit her nipple gently. "Bite harder," she demanded.
Angela bit harder.
The exquisite pain was heavenly to Corky. She bucked her midsection, pumping against Angela's fingers. She climaxed with a heavy groan.
"I love sex, don't you?" Corky said, cuddling against Angela.
"Yeah. Now let's get some sleep."
"Sure. And tomorrow I'll introduce you to Brenda."
CHAPTER FOUR
Corky went to her own room the next morning to shower and put on fresh clothes. Angela met her downstairs and they went to have breakfast.
Without makeup, her face freshly scrubbed, Corky looked like a girl fresh off the farm. All that was missing was the coveralls. She was a bosomy, plump girl with large eyes and chestnut brown hair that came down to her shoulders and curled inwards at the ends.
"Do you recruit girls for Brenda?" Angela asked.
"You make me sound awful," Corky said.
"Don't be silly."
"Sometimes," Corky said. "It's tough to make a buck in this town. I'd be okay if I lost some weight but I keep gaining and gaining. If I was only slim like you!"
"Stop the bull," Angela said. "Men like fleshy girls. Both Harry and Stan wanted you last night."
Corky had some brown-colored coffee and a doughnut dusted with white sugar powder. "I don't have class," she was saying. "I'm ashamed to tell you what those bastards gave me for last night."
"Okay, okay. Let's forget it. So you're helping me out and at the same time, helping yourself to some change. Why should I give a damn? So we all drink from the cow."
Corky hailed a cab outside the restaurant and she and Angela got in. Corky gave the driver the address and settled back.
"Do you have a cigarette on you, hon? I'm all out."
Angela took out a pack from her purse and Corky extracted a cigarette. She lit it and tossed the match out of the half open window.
The cab drove over a bridge and Angela saw the murky green water of the river snaking through the lower half of the city.
It was a big red brick apartment building, twenty stories high. A huge doorman stood guard outside. He opened the door for Corky and Angela as they went in. They got into a waiting elevator and Corky pressed the button for the tenth floor.
"You're sure die's expecting us?" Angela asked as the elevator hummed its way up.
"Sure. I called her from my room this morning."
The elevator stopped and they got out. The hall floor was thickly carpeted. They found room 1009 and Corky thumbed the buzzer. A peephole slid open and an eye peered out at them. The peephole closed and the door opened.
A slender girl with red hair stood there, clad in a short kimono that ended mid-thigh. Her breasts were small but firm. They poked out the front of the kimono.
"Hello, Kit," Corky said, as she and Angela walked in. "Brenda is expecting us."
"I'll get her," the redhead said. She disappeared while Corky and Angela sat down in overstuffed club chairs.
Angela looked about her. It was a lavishly furnished living room with pearl-gray furniture, thick rugs, a fake brick fireplace, and Chinese prints on the walls.
A woman marched in and greeted Corky. Kit wasn't with her.
Corky introduced Angela to the woman. "Angela, this is Brenda."
Brenda was not what Angela had expected. Instead of a massive woman with broad shoulders, a thick waist and a cropped haircut, Brenda Arnow was a tall, slim woman, with hair that had copper and bronze tones in it. She had a patrician face and soft eyes that were dark, almost black, with arched eyebrows over them. She was thirty-seven and beautiful. Her bust was firm and well rounded. She wore a housecoat.
"Hello, Angela." Brenda's voice was silky and soft, as if she had had some training.
"Hello."
"I'm glad Corky brought you." She spoke carefully.
"She just hit town yesterday," Corky said.
"I'm sure I could make good use of her," Brenda said to Corky. She turned to Angela. "Do me a favor, dear, and wait in one of the bedrooms. I have some business to discuss with Corky."
"Sure." Angela got to her feet.
Brenda pointed to a closed door with a well-manicured finger and Angela went into the room.
It was a nice room, with scatter rugs, a chest of drawers, a boudoir chair and a bed. Angela sat on the bed and kicked her flats off.
Presently the door opened and Brenda walked in. "Corky has gone. There was no need for her to wait." Brenda sat on the bed. "I hope you know the score?"
"Do I look like an innocent virgin?" Angela asked.
"No, but I have to be sure. Of course, I don't expect Corky to bring me someone without filling her in first."
"I'm out to make a buck," Angela said, "just like the next one."
"Good. Do you mind taking your clothes off? I want to see what you look like."
Angela got to her feet, swiftly undressed and sat down again. She felt Brenda's eyes go over her body critically, expertly.
Then Brenda used her hands. She discovered the smoothness of Angela's breasts. She caressed the nipples with her thumbs until they hardened. Angela was breathing heavily.
"You've been with women before?" Brenda asked, rolling Angela's nipples between her forefingers and thumbs.
"Yes."
"Good."
"I'm getting awfully hot," Angela confessed.
"Yes, I can see that."
Brenda suddenly got to her feet and took off the housecoat. She had on a bra and panties. She removed the bra and her breasts were very firm and the nipples were the color of strawberries. She took off her panties and her bush was bronze-colored.
Angela lay back and raised one knee.
Brenda stretched out alongside her and, taking Angela in her arms, they kissed. Brenda felt the breasts of the girl in bed with her. They were good breasts, as firm as her own. She bent to lick at the erect nipples. Angela gasped and started feeling Brenda's breasts.
"You like to touch too, don't you?"
"Yes," Angela said huskily.
Brenda cupped Angela's pussy and felt the outer lips against her palm. Her fingers went inside and Angela shuddered.
"Did you and Corky make it?" she asked.
"Why ask such questions at a time like this?"
"Just curious."
"Yes, damn it," Angela said. "Now go down on it. I need my pussy sucked off."
Brenda ran her lips down Angela's body and soon she was licking at the soft flesh of the inner thighs. She shifted her head and her mouth found the open pussy. She saw the spread vulva before her mouth closed on the pink flesh. Her tongue entered the warm depths and Angela cried out with pleasure. Brenda cupped the buttocks, her fingers digging against the white flesh as her tongue traveled around inside the cunt.
It didn't take Angela long to reach the excited plateau which meant her climax was due.
Brenda started to suck at the spongy clitoris while one finger searched for the tender, sensitive anus. The finger forced itself into the hot holt, despite the muscle that tried to reject it. Angela moaned heavily when the finger went all the way in and she writhed on the bed, possessed by her flaming passion.
Angela toyed with her own achingly distended nipples to bring her even more stimulation. She cried out and climaxed.
Brenda immediately climbed over Angela's body and sat on her face. "Here. Eat my pussy. Show me how good you are. "
Angela's tongue touched the fleshy folds of Brenda's love passage and the redhead moaned softly.
"Yes. Like that. Oh, I can see you're good at it. Yes. Make me come. I have to come in your sweet mouth. Oh, yes, use your tongue on me. Lick my whole pussy."
Angela licked at the outer lips and the odor of musky womanhood came to her nostrils. She tongued the swollen lips and tasted the lubricious flow of Brenda's passion.
Brenda was making little whimpering sounds as Angela licked at her open blossom of magenta flesh. Her hips were rotating slowly and, every so often, she would thrust against Angela's mouth when she felt the tongue press against the erect love knob.
Angela grasped the fleshy protrusion with her lips, enjoying the soft surface of the clitoris. She dung and sucked and used her tongue and she knew Brenda was soon going to cream in her mouth. She wanted to taste the juices badly.
Brenda's cunt throbbed and pulsed as the overflow from the climax reached Angela's hungry lips and tongue. She cried out sharply as she climaxed.
Brenda moved downward and kissed Angela on the lips. "That was terrific," she said. "I love my pussy eaten. "
"You sound ... so different now."
Brenda laughed. "I try to drip culture sometimes when my customers come around. I was practicing on you. I'm just a dame with lusts like anyone else. I like you, Angela. I'm going to keep you around for a long time."
"Thanks."
"You rest up a bit. I think I can fix something up for you for this afternoon."
"Sure."
"You understand that you can't turn down any customer I offer you? Male or female?"
Angela nodded her head to say she understood.
"I know we're going to get along well." Brenda got off the bed and put on her bra and panties. "Want a drink?" she asked tying her housecoat.
"I can use a drink. Something cold in a tall glass."
Kit will bring it in. You relax now." Brenda walked out.
Angela lay back, still naked. She didn't bother to dress. There was an air conditioner in the window and the room was nice and cool. The moistened air felt nice on her naked body.
The door opened and Kit came in with a drink for her.
Angela sat up and accepted it. "Thanks. She saw Kit's eyes on her naked breasts.
"You're beautiful," Kit said.
"So are you."
Kit shook her head. "No, I'm not. My tits are too small."
"Oh, don't be so silly." Angela drained her glass and Kit took the empty glass and walked out.
Angela lay back again.
CHAPTER FIVE
"His name is Frank Stanhope and he's on his way over," Brenda said.
"Sure."
They discussed money and came to an agreement.
"Shall I get dressed?" Angela asked.
"What for?" Brenda laughed. "Look, I'm going out for a while. Kit will let him in. She'll take the money from Frank. If Frank tips you, it's all yours. I don't want a cut from that." Angela nodded her head.
"And the customer is always right," Brenda said. "Whatever he wants, you do."
"Sure. I understand."
"Frank likes to give it in the behind."
"Okay," Angela grinned.
"Frank may ask Kit to take a hand. Don't be surprised."
Angela scratched her knee.
Brenda left and Angela searched the top of a night table for a magazine among the pile. She was reading when she heard the front door open and close. Kit walked in.
"Brenda's gone," Kit said.
"Uh huh."
Kit sat on the edge of the bed. Her body was supple under the short kimono. Her thighs were long and slender. Her red hair came down to her slim shoulders. "I wasn't kidding when I said I had small breasts," she said.
Angela put the magazine away. "Kit, are you trying to tell me something?"
"What do you mean?"
"You want to show me your tits, is that it?"
"You're awfully blunt."
"Yes, I know. But I hate to beat around the bush."
"I just...."
"Yeah, sure," Angela said. "Okay. Take off the kimono. Show Angela your small breasts if it'll make you happy."
Kit removed the kimono. She was nude underneath. The kimono dropped to the floor.
Angela studied the young girl's body. The breasts were rather small, but very firm. They were almost virginal-looking. The nipples were a light pink.
"I told you they were small," Kit said in a little girl voice. She looked down at her breasts. "Brenda likes them though."
"Are you Brenda's pet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Private stock."
"I go with men when they want me," Kit said. "Of course, I'd rather just be with Brenda. Or with any woman. I don't like men much."
"Why do you screw with them?" Angela asked bluntly.
"I do what Brenda wants."
They heard the front doorbell sound. Kit got up, but didn't bother to put on her kimono. She went out of the bedroom and Angela heard her open the door. She heard a man's voice and then the sound of the door closing.
She lay back, staring at the ceiling. She turned her head when the door opened and Kit and Frank walked in.
Frank was young, about twenty-six. He was boyishly good-looking, with dull blond hair. His eyes went over Angela's naked body. He licked his lower lip.
"Not bad." His voice was heavy, husky.
"I appreciate all compliments," Angela said winking.
Frank started to remove his clothes. "Where's Brenda?" he asked, taking off his shirt. His chest was hairy.
"She went out," Kit said.
He stared at Kit. "Want to stick around?"
"If you want."
"I want." He took off his pants and shorts. He sat on the bed to take off his shoes and socks.
Then he lay back and Angela shifted her body to make room.
"How do you want it?" Angela said mechanically. "Straight, French, or half and half?"
"Half and half."
Angela leaned over him and played with his chest. She tweaked his nipples. Then her head bent and she licked at his nipples.
"Don't care too much for that," he grunted.
She played with his cock and in no time it was good and stiff. She moved her body so that she was half lying on his belly. She licked at the exposed glands. He started to purr. She felt his heavy balls as she licked up and down on the surface of his instrument. His purring sounds became a loud, continuous moan.
She took the head in her mouth and bit gently on the spongy knob. The fingers of her free hand ran through the wiry thatch above his standing cock.
He suddenly thrust upward, driving his cock deep into her mouth, almost choking her. She held on to his cock to keep the length of it from going completely down her throat. She nibbled on the angry red knob while he moaned.
Kit sat on the bed, her face inches away from Angela's face, her eyes staring at the sight of Angela sucking on Frank's prick.
"No more," Frank groaned. "I'm ready to come."
Angela lay back, her thighs spread, while Frank mounted her. She guided his cock to the entrance of her cunt and he thrust in deeply. He started to move in and out of her wet pussy.
"Slap my ass," he told Kit.
Kit started to slap his behind hard, her palm making dull sounds in the room, hitting his flesh again and again.
Angela was caught up in the vortex of his passion. She moved with him, mashing her belly against his, rubbing her tits against his hairy chest, her nipples vibrant, throbbing.
In and out, in and out went Frank's hungry prick.
Angela cried out and exploded.
"Did you make it?" he grunted.
"Yes."
He suddenly withdrew his cock. "Turn over."
Angela flopped over on her belly, showing him her soft buttocks. He played with the smooth flesh, then spread the buttocks apart, to expose the red puckered hole. His cock ran up and down the crack of her ass, then entered her anus. He went in deep and Angela grunted from the pleasure-pain.
His hands went under her to catch her tits and he hung on to them as he pistoned in and out of her rectum. He rubbed her nipples as he fucked her in the ass.
Angela moved backward so as to get more of his cock in her behind. She was enjoying it tremendously.
Kit moved her finger up and down Frank's ravine, found his asshole, and thrust it in deeply.
Frank moved his hips more rapidly until he felt he was on the verge of coming. He withdrew his rod and said, "Kit! Blow me. Make me come with your mouth."
Kit withdrew her finger from his rectum and moved until she was between Angela and Frank. She took Frank's prick and placed it in her mouth and started to suck on it.
Angela sank down, turned over, and watched.
Kit played with is balls and sucked on his hard tool. She moved her head back and forth and the cock disappeared and reappeared, in and out of her sucking mouth.
Frank grunted as hot flames licked at his nerve ends. He groaned as he felt the approaching climax. He was sweating profusely. "Give it to me," he groaned. "Bite me. Bite me hard."
Kit sank her teeth into his flesh and he flooded her mouth with his hot sperm. Kit gulped it all down.
Frank sighed deeply. "That was the best yet."
"We make a good team, don't we?" Kit said to the surprised Angela.
"I guess so," Angela replied.
Frank was led into the bathroom where Kit washed him. He came out and got dressed. He gave each of the girls a five dollar bill and walked out.
"Frank is our best customer," Kit said to Angela.
"Did he ever give it to you in the ass?"
"Sure. Lots of times."
"I wish, next time, he would use some lubrication. A dry run can hurt."
"He hates putting ointment on his cock. He does it when he fucks Brenda in the ass. She won't allow him to do it otherwise."
"Smart girl."
"I think Brenda is meeting Lin Strong."
"Who the hell is Lin Strong?" Angela wasn't that interested but she knew Kit expected her to ask.
"She's married to one of the richest men in town. They have their own place just outside of town. She's Chinese. He isn't. She's beautiful. Exotic. I've spent a weekend with them. I think Brenda thinks they'll be interested in you. Lin makes the decisions.
"They must pay plenty for a whole weekend."
"They do."
"I'm getting hungry," Angela said. "My stomach is growling."
They dressed and had lunch in the kitchen. They were almost finished when Brenda returned with Lin Strong.
CHAPTER SIX
Lin Strong had black hair and a white face that looked like it had been dusted with rice powder. She walked with short, gliding steps, as though her feet were bound. Her face was like an ivory mask-calm, bland, almost contemptuous. She was wearing a dress which was dark blue, high-waisted, and with a flower print design of a lighter blue.
Her hips were flat. There was no sign that she had breasts. They were non-existent under the dress. She looked alien and aristocratic at the same time.
Brenda introduced her to Angela.
"She is quite lovely," Lin said.
"She looks better with her clothes off," Brenda said.
Angela drained the last of her coffee and stood up. "If you want, I'll undress?"
"That would be wise," Lin said.
Lin and Angela walked into the bedroom where Angela had entertained Brenda and Frank. Lin watched, her face serene, as Angela removed her clothes.
Lin made no move to touch the naked girl. She watched as an art critic would look at a painting, her eyes moving slowly over the charming naked curves of Angela. "You will do," she finally said. She turned and left the bedroom.
"What the hell," Angela said, getting into her clothes. "What the hell."
Brenda walked in as Angela was buttoning her dress. "Lin was quite taken with you. She'll pick you up tomorrow morning. I gave your address to her."
"Who is she?"
"Chinese. Beautiful, isn't she?"
"Unusual is more like it."
Brenda laughed. "You'll entertain both she and her husband. You can be sure they'll tip you well."
"She speaks very good English."
"A mission school, probably. She comes from the Kirin province of China. That's what I know and that's about all I know. She doesn't talk much about herself."
Dressed, Angela wanted to know if Brenda wanted her to stick around.
"No, I don't think so. You'll give me your phone number."
"I don't have one."
"Well, I have Corky's. I'll call you if something comes up. Now don't forget; Lin will call on you tomorrow morning."
"I'll be ready for her ... and her husband." Angela didn't see Kit on her way out. She went down and took a cab back to the boarding house. She went up to her room, took a shower, put on a bra and panties and relaxed on the bed.
She woke with a start. There was a knocking at the door. It was Corky.
"How did it go?"
"Okay."
Corky had a bottle of port with her. She took a swig from the neck of the bottle and handed it to Angela.
Angela declined.
"Who were you with, Frank?"
"Yeah."
"He always wants the newest. He pays well."
"Did you ever go to bed with some people called Strong?"
Corky shook her head no. "I know who you mean. Brenda didn't even bother to offer me to Lin. I met her, though. The mysterious East. Her eyes seem to go right through you."
"I'm spending the weekend with her and her husband," Angela informed Corky.
"That should be a good deal. Swimming pool, the best liquors, the best foods. They have an estate outside of town. Even the mayor was never invited."
"Just some of Brenda's girls, is that it?"
"Uh-huh. Her best girls."
"I suppose I should feel honored?"
Corky laughed. "Servants waiting on you hand and foot. Can you ask for anything better?"
"No, I guess not."
"Are you having dinner with anyone?"
"Nope."
"Good. Then we'll have dinner together. Then we'll put in some sack time."
"I'm sleeping alone tonight," Angela said.
"What the hell," Angela said, getting into her clothes. "What the hell."
Brenda walked in as Angela was buttoning her dress. "Lin was quite taken with you. She'll pick you up tomorrow morning. I gave your address to her."
"Who is she?"
"Chinese. Beautiful, isn't she?"
"Unusual is more like it."
Brenda laughed. "You'll entertain both she and her husband. You can be sure they'll tip you well."
"She speaks very good English."
"A mission school, probably. She comes from the Kirin province of China. That's what I know and that's about all I know. She doesn't talk much about herself."
Dressed, Angela wanted to know if Brenda wanted her to stick around.
"No, I don't think so. You'll give me your phone number."
"I don't have one."
"Well, I have Corky's. I'll call you if something comes up. Now don't forget; Lin will call on you tomorrow morning."
"I'll be ready for her ... and her husband." Angela didn't see Kit on her way out. She went down and took a cab back to the boarding house. She went up to her room, took a shower, put on a bra and panties and relaxed on the bed.
She woke with a start. There was a knocking at the door. It was Corky.
"How did it go?"
"Okay."
Corky had a bottle of port with her. She took a swig from the neck of the bottle and handed it to Angela.
Angela declined.
"Who were you with, Frank?"
"Yeah."
"He always wants the newest. He pays well."
"Did you ever go to bed with some people called Strong?"
Corky shook her head no. "I know who you mean. Brenda didn't even bother to offer me to Lin. I met her, though. The mysterious East. Her eyes seem to go right through you."
"I'm spending the weekend with her and her husband," Angela informed Corky.
"That should be a good deal. Swimming pool, the best liquors, the best foods. They have an estate outside of town. Even the mayor was never invited."
"Just some of Brenda's girls, is that it?"
"Uh-huh. Her best girls."
"I suppose I should feel honored?"
Corky laughed. "Servants waiting on you hand and foot. Can you ask for anything better?"
"No, I guess not."
"Are you having dinner with anyone?"
"Nope."
"Good. Then we'll have dinner together. Then we'll put in some sack time."
"I'm sleeping alone tonight," Angela said.
Corky looked disappointed. "Don't act like that."
"Sorry. I want to rest up for the weekend."
"Maybe I can get you to change your mind." Corky let her hand travel under Angela's skirt, over a smooth thigh.
"You're wasting your time," Angela laughed.
"Let's take in a movie first." Corky removed her hand.
"Brenda may call," Angela said. "She could get a customer for me this evening."
"You can't lay about, waiting for some john. You have to get out and live. Come on. We'll see a movie and then we'll have dinner."
Angela gave in. They went down, took a cab to Main Street, saw a movie they didn't understand (a foreign picture) and later had dinner.
When they got back, Angela insisted she was going to sleep, and Corky, her face disgruntled, went to her own room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sunshine laved the bed and warmed her face. But it wasn't the golden paint of sunshine that awoke her; it was the knocking at her door. She scrambled off the bed in shorty pajamas, and opened up to admit Lin Strong.
"Did I wake you?"
"It's okay. Come on in."
Lin walked past her and she closed the door, smelling the strong odor of sandalwood.
"Why don't you dress and we'll have breakfast together?" Lin suggested. She wore a pale gray cotton suit with a serpent of twisted gold pinned to the left shoulder of the jacket. The two eyes were small red rubies.
Angela quickly showered, dressed, and they went down. There was a flaming red convertible waiting with the top down. They got in and Lin drove to a restaurant near Main.
They had pancakes with maple syrup, doughnuts and hot coffee. Lin ate delicately. Her teeth were very small, very even, and very white. Angela thought she was the most amazing woman she had ever met. She couldn't guess at her age. Twenty, or thirty, or forty. The face was like an ivory temple mask: bland, composed, inscrutable.
Lin took care of the bill and they drove out of town.
It was a large estate with a crushed pebble driveway, a swimming pool in the back, a tennis court, a large summer house, and a patio.
Lin took her into the house, up the stairs, along a carpeted hall to a bedroom. "This is your room," Lin said.
"I forgot to pack my things," Angela said, suddenly remembering.
"You will not need anything," Lin said, a faint trace of a smile on her Asiatic face. "In the closet you will find bathing suits of all sizes. And halters and shorts. Put on a swim suit and join me downstairs. You like to swim?"
"Sure," Angela said.
"Good," Lin turned and walked out.
Angela walked to the window and looked down. She could see the pool. The water was the color of lime. She saw a man walking over the cement deck and settle on a chaise lounge. He was tall, slim, with dark brown hair and traces of gray at the temples. He was somewhere in the forties. Probably Mr. Strong, Angela thought.
She took off her clothes and searched in the closet for a swim suit. She selected a French-blue two-piece suit and put it on and went down. Lin was already by the pool, dressed in a bikini. Her breasts were very small. There wasn't even a valley between them.
"Angela, this is my husband, Bob."
Bob showed strong white teeth in a broad smile; they contrasted with his tanned skin.
A houseboy came out of the house with a tray. There were bottles and glasses. He placed the tray on a serving table and made drinks.
Angela accepted something green in a frosted glass. It was sweet and cold. There were tiny ice cubes floating in the glass.
"Why don't you go for a swim?" Lin suggested.
"Sure." Angela drank half her drink, put it down on the table and walked to the lip of the pool. She dived in, cutting the water sharply and cleanly.
"A very attractive girl," Bob said to his wife.
"Beautiful," Lin said, watching Angela in the water.
"You want her first?"
Lin arched her raven eyebrows. "You do not mind?"
"No, I don't mind." There was an easy grin on Bob's face. "We have two whole days."
"Yes, that is true," Lin drank her drink.
Angela came out of the pool. The sun was warm on her shoulders and back. The houseboy had disappeared.
"I have an urgent need for you," Lin said. Though her face was still serene, the hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.
Angela felt it was the woman's first honest emotion since she had met her. "Sure," Angela said. "Where shall we go?"
"My room" Lin led the way into the large house, up the wide stairs, and into a bedroom that held pearl-gray furniture, thick scatter rugs over a polished red floor.
There was a bathroom of blue and white tile just off the bedroom where Lin took a towel and gave it to Angela. Angela dried herself and then took off her swim suit and got into bed.
"You have a very beautiful body," Lin said. "I envy you." She removed her bikini. Her breasts were very small and widely spaced. Her nipples were tiny and crisp and crimson. There was just a faint trace of down at her crotch. She lay alongside Angela.
Lin put her hands on Angela's breasts. Her fingers examined the fine texture of the smooth skin. "Yes. Very beautiful. I like nice breasts on a girl." She pinched the nipples gently and Angela started to moan. "You like that? You will like this even better." She lowered her head to Angela's bosom and started sucking on the nipples. She moved one hand downward to the heat of Angela's crotch and she toyed with the nether lips.
Angela felt a huge wave of heat tear through her body. She allowed her thighs to separate till the muscles hurt.
Lin thrust a finger into the vaginal passage and felt the elixir flow from Angela's throbbing pussy. She used another finger and she worked feverishly in the lubricating passage. She brought the fingers, now wet with elixir, to the love knob and started massaging the spongy wet clitoris. Her teeth nibbled on Angela's blossoming nipple.
Lin suddenly moved away from Angela's tits and her head went down between the spread thighs. Her fingers came out of the wet cunt and she licked them. She then gazed at the exposed crotch. She saw the heavy lips of Angela's pussy, and the parted inner cleft and the vaginal opening. She moved her face close to the sweet flesh and her tongue was engulfed by the red wet hole.
Angela moaned audibly and her eyes grew large. Her tongue came out to moisten suddenly dry lips. She gasped when Lin's tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot. She felt herself tingling, becoming impassioned, and she groaned her involvement as the tongue played with the flesh inside her tender depths. She felt the delicious sensation of the massaging bps on her clitoris.
"That feels so good," Angela moaned.
Lin reached for the firm breasts and her fingers found the erect nipples and she punished them as she ate at Angela's wet sweet pussy. She ate, feasted, tried to swallow the nubbin.
Angela's pussy throbbed and flowed from the excitement of Lin's lips and tongue. Lin drank deeply of the warm, sweet juices and knew Angela was about to come. She knew there would be more juices for her to drink and she sucked voraciously at the love knob.
Angela's thighs writhed at either side of Lin's head. She groaned and her head twisted crazily. She felt fingers pinching her hard nipples and she rotated her hips slowly, unevenly, and she suddenly gasped as she felt the coming tidal wave of emotion. She cried out and came and her juices drenched Lin's tongue and lips.
Lin lapped at the cream like a cat and she rubbed Angela's breasts, feeling the nipples grazing against her palms.
She finally stopped and she lay alongside Angela.
"That's about the best yet," Angela said. "Shall I do something for you? Angela asked.
"Not now. Later. My husband must be very impatient." The Chinese girl got off the bed and put on her bikini. "He'll be right up. Do you want a drink? He'll bring it up with him."
"Sure. That green stuff the houseboy made."
"You just relax. Bob will be with you presently." She moved away from the bed, toward the bedroom door, her ass flat like a young boy's. She opened the door and walked out.
Angela stared up at the cream-colored ceiling. She was in the lap of luxury. So this was how the rich lived. Expensive furnishings in a large house, servants, swimming pool, exotic drinks, and girls if you wanted them.
She didn't think she would ever be this rich, probably never even a little rich.
The door opened and Bob Strong walked in, a tall glass filled with amber liquid for Angela.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Angela sat up and accepted her drink. She stared at Bob over the rim of her glass. He was a handsome man; what women generally call "distinguished." He wore swim trunks and his hairy chest was deep; his waist narrow, like a fighter's. He had good, muscular legs.
Bob looked at her naked body. "Lin said you were beautiful; she wasn't kidding."
Angela moved and placed her empty glass on a night table. She turned to see Bob taking off his trunks. His prong was long and thick and his testicles were heavy in their slightly hairy sac.
She reached for his cock as he got into bed. She pumped it till it became rigid.
"Go down on me," he urged. "I love to be sucked off."
As soon as Angela touched his prick it triggered her libido. He lay back as she fingered his long, tapering cock. She hoped they would wind up by him laying her. She knew she would get a terrific thrill when his long hard cock went into the depths of her cunt. She leaned her head down and her tongue lashed out around the coronal ridge. She heard him groan and knew he was a sucker for sucking.
She started to bite at the purplish-red head of his prick. It was rubbery and she saw the piss slit open and a trickle of liquid seep out. She licked across the head and he groaned heavily. She forced her tongue into the slit and he yelped with pleasure-pain. She knew better than to continue this type of play. It was too painful. She kept on biting on the spongy head while she ran her fingers along the inside of his hairy thighs. She encountered his balls on the way up and played with them. She squeezed them gently, then hard. He moaned and she knew he enjoyed pain with his pleasure.
She kept squeezing his testicles as she bit on the head of his hard cock. The shaft had swelled to a tremendous size. She wanted his thing in her cunt in the worst way. She suddenly lifted her head and craned her neck to look at him. His face was twisted with pleasure.
"Want me to keep it up till you come or would you rather fuck me? she asked him.
"Make me come this way," he groaned.
Slightly disappointed, her mouth went back to the knobby head of his prick. She nibbled on it till he started thrusting his cock against her teeth. She knew he was ready to come. She opened her mouth wide, took in half the length of his prick, and started sucking him off. She left his balls and searched for his asshole. One finger rammed in and he groaned in pain. She pistoned her finger in and out of his anus while she robbed her head up and down. She licked, nibbled, bit and sucked on his rigid prick.
Bob trembled throughout his entire body and thrust his cock deep into her wet mouth. He felt her finger thrusting and withdrawing, moving in and out of his asshole. She bit him hard on his cock and he was in the vortex of uncontrollable agony. He yelled and spurted his come juice into her mouth.
Angela swallowed heavily, drinking down every drop.
She cuddled against him. "How was it? "Terrific. You must've gone to school to learn to be such an expert. I'm glad Brenda found you."
"I could use a little lovin' myself," she said tentatively.
He grinned at her. "Sure. What do you want?"
"A good fuck."
"Give me some time to recuperate."
She reached down for his semi-soft prick. It lay like a huge worm on her palm. "You could satisfy any woman with this thing."
"I've never disappointed a girl yet," he boasted.
"While we're waiting for the reserve to build up," she said, "you could give me a tongue bath."
"Whatever the little lady wants. Why don't you turn over and I'll really show you something."
Eagerly, Angela flopped over on her belly. Bob started making tight little circles between her sharp shoulder blades with his tongue. He rubbed her ass with his palm as his tongue crept down her spine to the lower back.
He moved his tongue over the rise of her buttocks and he licked at the cheeks. His tongue ran down the canal of her ass and she moaned in delight.
She wiggled her ass as she felt his wet slippery tongue searching for her asshole. His fingers separated her cheeks and his tongue wormed its way into her rectum.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. She rubbed her wet cunt against the bed. "Oh, yes. Ummmmm."
His tongue went in deep into the humid asshole.
She revolved her ass, feeling the wet impalement move in and out of her anus. "Ummmm. That's delicious. Oh, I love that."
One hand left her buttock and searched underneath, for her cunt. Fingers delved into her tunnel and squished about, adding to her enjoyment.
"Ummmmm," she moaned. She knew she could come that way, but she wanted his tongue in her pussy as well. She suddenly turned over, her knees up and separated.
He buried his head between her thighs and his tongue dove into the vaginal tunnel, searching the tender walls of her cunt. He licked and she screamed. Her juices were sour-sweet. He found her erect clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue played with it as he sucked the love button.
She closed her hands over his ears, keeping his face hard against her pussy. "Suck it," she moaned. "Suck it good. Oh, yes. I want to come in your mouth. Keep doing that. Keep doing it...." She rotated her hips furiously and he clung to her love knob with his unyielding lips. He tongued the juicy nubbin and sucked the sweet tidbit.
Hot licking flames scorched her nerve ends.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. Her body was in the throes of passion. Her tits bobbed gently on her chest as she moved crazily, feeling his mouth at the center of her passion.
She cried out as she exploded.
He climbed over her and she guided his cock into her cunt. Her thighs wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep into her open wet pussy.
She pumped against him. Her libido hadn't died down. His cock in her cunt was driving her crazy.
He moved in and out of her fleshy canyon, his balls banging against the crack of her ass.
He played with her breasts as he fucked her pussy. He pinched and twisted her nipples.
"Give it to me," she cried. "Flood me with your come. Fuck me, fuck me." She pumped faster and faster.
He groaned and he let go his come juice.
She felt the hot sperm hit the tunnel walls and she jerked crazily and her come juices mixed with his.
He kissed her mouth hard, bruising her lips.
CHAPTER NINE
Rhine wine and cocktails were served with the dinner. The moon was yellow and three quarters full. Dinner started with tomato juice in tall ice-surrounded glasses and ended with camembert cheese and toasted crackers.
They were eating on the back patio.
Angela was wearing the dress she had come in with. One of the servants had cleaned and pressed it before dinner. She had found jasmine perfume in her room and had used it behind her ears and on her neck. She studied Lin while she ate, fascinated by the slender Chinese woman.
Lin's hair was a dull black and it skull-capped her head and bunched in an ebony knot at the nape of her neck. Her almond-shaped eyes were dark and liquid. She wore a high-neck dress that was sky-blue.
Angela spread cheese over a rust-colored cracker and a servant brought over a tray that held a bottle of whiskey, a bowl of cracked ice and a chromium siphon. Bob made three drinks.
"The servants will retire soon," Lin announced. "And then we will relax in the nude." She looked keenly at Angela. "Do you like to swim in the nude?
"Very much."
Lin's voice was flat, feline. "So do I. I love being naked, So does Bob."
"Used to swim naked at the creek in my younger days," Bob said, making a second drink for himself.
"Where was that?" Angela asked.
"Small town in Ohio. Came here when I was twenty to join my cousin in business. Ten years later I owned the works. My cousin now works for me. But he can't complain. He does all right." Angela sipped her whisky and soda. Ice brushed against her white teeth. "You have a beautiful place."
"It'll do. Like the way it's furnished. That was Lin. I wanted to hire an interior decorator but she insisted on doing it all on her own. She's got terrific taste, as far as I'm concerned."
The wind whistled through some trees. A breeze cooled Angela's face. She wondered if the Strongs cared whether the servants watched them while they were romping in the nude. She felt they wouldn't give a damn.
Lin got to her feet and moved to the pool area. Her hips hardly moved when she walked. She started to undress under the moonlight. Angela watched and she looked at Bob.
"Very unorthodox," Bob grinned. "But I guess that's what attracted me to her."
Lin was nude. She looked like a young boy. She dived in the pool and Angela heard the splash.
"Want to join her?" Bob asked."
"Sure. Why not?"
They both moved off the patio and went to the cement deck where they took off their clothes. They made a neat pile on a beach chair and they dived into the pool.
The water was cool but Angela didn't mind it. She felt a hand caress her thigh and she turned. It was Lin, her head bobbing on the water. Her hair had come loose. "I am going to make love to you shortly," she said, like a TV announcer announcing a sports event.
Angela reached to feel the tiny breasts. She twisted one nipple and Lin heaved a sigh of pleasure.
They got out of the pool and they lay back on the deck. They turned on their sides, facing each other, moved close together, embraced and they kissed.
Bob came out of the pool to watch. He sat on his haunches, his eyes on the squirming girls.
Lin forced her tongue between Angela's teeth and caressed the inside of her mouth. She sucked the tongue into her own mouth and bit gently around it.
Angela squirmed against Lin's supple body. Her hands moved down Lin's back to the flat buttocks. Her hands caressed the cheeks.
They soon moved apart and Lin took the lead. She licked at Angela's breasts and tongued one of the buttons till it became hard like a garnet. She moved one hand down to Angela's pussy and found the wet hair-lined lips. She stroked the surface of the oval-shaped cunt till Angela was moaning.
Lin separated Angela's thighs and glided her body over her and her pussy was against Angela's cunt. It was the man on top position with Lin acting as the man.
Angela put her hands to caress Lin's breasts as site felt the mashing of Lin's cunt against her own. She threw her thighs around Lin's narrow waist and moved with her.
Bob ran his hand down Lin's smooth back to the buttocks and he started to spank his wife. His palm kept hitting her flesh with resounding slaps. Lin moaned and pumped harder and faster against Angela. She bent her head to lick at the tender rose buds on Angela's breasts. She nibbled on them, making Angela moan and gasp and whimper.
Pussy against pussy, cunt against cunt, juices flowing, drenching nether-lips, clitoris finding clitoris.
Belly mashing against belly, pussy hairs entangled with pussy hairs, cunt against cunt. Bob's hand kept slapping his wife's ass as she moved her slim body against Angela's.
Despite the cool breeze Angela was sweating. She felt a trickle of sweat run down the valley between her breasts. She moaned as she felt the friction of Lin's cunt against her pussy. She shivered and tremors coursed through her body and she came.
Lin climaxed several seconds later.
Bob stopped spanking his wife. He moved her away and got on top of Angela. His cock was rigid. He moved his body so that the head of his prick ran up and down the length of Angela's pussy. He dived in, filled her hole with the thickness of his prick.
Angela was delighted when he took Lin's face. She accepted his cock gladly. She pulled him down to her and felt his hairy chest against her hard tits. Her nipples burned against his skin. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy." She moved violently against him, rotating her lips, feeling his cock moving in and out of her juicy cunt.
He squirted his come juice, drenching her cervix.
He moved away and his cock came out of her hole with a plopping sound, steams of semen clinging to it. Lin moved over to him and used her tongue to clean his cock.
They went up to their bedrooms. Angela hung her dress in the closet and got into bed, naked. She drew the sheet over her and turned on her side.
Her door opened and Lin glided in, her hips moving effortlessly. "I'm spending the night with you," she announced, climbing in beside Angela.
They embraced and kissed.
"You have such remarkable breasts," Lin said, her eyes devouring Angela's white globes.
"Kiss them," Angela said softly.
Lin kissed the side of one hillock, her hand at the juncture of the girl's body, the fingers feeling the golden hair at the crotch. She moved her lips to one pink nipple and wet it till it was slippery. Her fingers went into the wet pussy as she sucked on it. She sucked till the nipple was as hard as a diamond. Then her head moved down.
She licked at her tender inner thighs and soon she was licking at the inner lips. Her tongue caressed the spongy love button and Angela sighed.
Lin sucked in the fleshy tidbit and her teeth bit gently on the female flesh.
"Ummmm. Oh, you can suck me off anytime." Angela moved slowly at first, feeling the delicious sensations move over her white passion-ridden body. She felt the tongue lash at her love knob and she sighed and caressed Lin's well-shaped skull.
Lin moved her hands to Angela's tits and toyed with the hard peaks. She ate wolfishly at Angela's cunt.
Angela began to groan as she felt Lin tug at the delicate bud of her cunt. She moved her ass back and forth on the bed, her thighs squirming against Lin's head. She climaxed slowly, lingeringly.
They both went to sleep after that, both jaded.
CHAPTER TEN
When Angela woke the next morning her nostrils were clogged with the odor of sandalwood. She sat up in bed and studied the sleeping Chinese girl, Lin. She saw the rounded shoulders, the delicate V of her collarbone, the slight swell of her cherry-tinted lips, the faint curve of her breasts.
On impulse, Angela touched her hand to one breast. It was almost like touching the breast of a very young girl. She leaned down and her tongue laved the nipple. She suddenly closed her lips over the rose bud and started to suck on it. Her hand went down to Lin's crotch and she felt the black silky hairs of the cunt.
Lin opened her eyes and felt the tugging at her nipples and the fingers exploring her pussy. She smiled faintly and her thighs opened wider.
Angela's fingers delved deeply into the now-wet fleshy tunnel, feeling around for the sensitive walls. She bit the nipple gently and Lin groaned and tossed her soot-black hair over the pillow.
Lin arched her pelvis, feeling the fingers deep within her and she moaned, "Oh, oh, OH, OH." She pivoted her body, thrusting her midsection against the driving fingers. She suddenly cried out and her come juices drenched Angela's still-moving fingers.
"Now your mouth," Lin ordered.
Angela dived for her target, her mouth fastening on the canal opening. She sucked in the pagoda and her teeth clung to the oriental tidbit. She sucked and sucked and her hands went under to find Lin's ass and her fingers ran up and down the canal, finally stopping to explore the asshole with a forefinger.
"Wow," Lin screeched. "Oh ... Oh."
The asshole was very tight and it clung hotly to Angela's finger but she managed to move it in and out of the puckered hole. Angela knew die was hurting Lin but the Chinese girl wasn't making any attempt to move away from her exploring finger, so Angela continued pistoning in and out of the rear passage.
Lin was sobbing with pleasure and pain now. She made whimpering noises as she ground her cunt against Angela's hungry, feasting mouth. She cried out shrilly and she climaxed, her cunt juices flowing like wine.
Angela lapped it all up, loving the taste of the claret.
They put on halters and shorts and went down to breakfast. Bob was in the dining room.
"Hi, girls," he said, waving them to the empty chairs. "I was just about to go up and get you." He had on sky-blue pants and a short-sleeved blue shirt. He looked handsome in the sunlight. Behind him was a french window and Angela could see the swimming pool area.
There was scrambled eggs with crisp slices of Canadian bacon, hot rolls and butter, orange juice and plenty of coffee.
Angela ate and wished the weekend could stretch into an eternity but she knew that tomorrow she would be back in town, waiting to meet a john or perhaps a woman customer.
They lazed about after breakfast, on the patio. Angela thought it was too early for drinks but Bob had other ideas. He mixed gin with lime juice and ice cubes and added powdered sugar. "Best thing for this hot weather," he told Angela.
"Where are you from?" Lin asked idly, sipping her drink. Her thighs were long and smooth.
"To tell you the truth," said Angela as she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm from no place in particular. I travel a lot. I have no roots. Maybe I never had any."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"And you've already given up on life?"
"Well, I didn't say that," Angela laughed.
"But that is the way it sounded," Lin pointed out. She turned to her husband. "Isn't that right, Bob?"
Bob nodded his head.
It seemed to Angela that Bob had no real purpose in life than to agree to whatever his wife said.
"You see?" Lin said. "You live for today, not for tomorrow. That is not good. You have given up."
Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe I'll meet a rich man someday," she said.
Lin laughed, showing her even, small, white teeth. "Like I did."
Bob put an arm around his wife's slender shoulders. "Lin keeps saying she married me for my money but I don't believe it. If it was really true, she would never say it."
Angela wondered if Bob was right. She had a feeling Lin wouldn't lie about something like that. Maybe the Chinese girl didn't believe Bob would believe her if she told him the truth, so she did.
Bob made more drinks.
"It's too damn early," Angela protested as Bob replenished her glass. "I make it a habit not to drink before noon."
Bob laughed. "Well, it must be noon somewhere."
"The sun and water will drain the liquor from you, eventually," Lin said. She held her glass out for Bob to refill it. "We will go for a swim soon."
They finished their drinks and they went up to put on swim suits. While Angela was changing, Bob walked into her room. She was nude and was thrusting one foot through the bottom half of her suit. She looked up as he walked in, and with one knee up, she knew he could see the outer lips of her pussy.
"Don't bother," he said. "I have other ideas." He was wearing his slacks but his chest was bare.
Angela tossed the bottom half of her suit aside and hopped into bed.
"Okay by me."
Bob got rid of his slacks and took off his shorts. He handled himself and his cock grew. "You can give a wooden statue a hard-on," he said, getting into bed.
She reached for his dick and pumped it. It was warm and heavy under her fingers.
He played with her tits. Her nipples became erect. He suddenly lay back and stared at the ceiling. "Lick my balls."
She moved her face, lifted his cock, and took his balls in her free hand. She licked at the sac. Then she bit the skin that covered one ball and he howled in pain. "That hurt," he complained.
"Shut up or I'll rape you."
"That's an idea."
She started to bite at the purplish-red knob of his cock and he groaned from the pleasure and pain. She squeezed his balls as she sucked his prick. When he was groaning and his cock was throbbing, she took her mouth away, climbed over him, straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. She impaled herself on his rigid lance and she felt the shaft sinking into her well. She scratched at his breasts and he moaned. She twisted his nipples and he started thrusting into her, his cock filling her fleshy tunnel.
She moved up and down, enjoying herself.
"I'm going to rape you, rape you." She was hurting his nipples as she rode him. She suddenly slapped his face and she came.
"You bitch." He moved under her, his cock going in and out of her cunt. He spewed out the white hot lava and flooded her cunt.
She rolled away from her, sperm leaking from her pussy, matting the hair of her cunt.
He hugged her to him and kissed her mouth. "You're damn good," he complimented her.
"Thanks."
"You're about the best yet. I know Lin is nuts about you. Too bad you can't come and live with us."
Her eyes widened. "You really mean that?"
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "What's the use of talking about it? Brenda would raise hell. She'd never let you go."
"Are you kidding? I don't have a contract with her."
Bob's face grew serious. "You must be kidding. Do you think you could walk out on Brenda just like that?"
"Well, why can't I?"
"Listen to me, Angela." He clutched her upper arm. "I don't want to scare you or worry you. I guess you walked in on this with your eyes closed. No one leaves Brenda till she's ready to let them go. I've known this for the last five years. I'm not talking against her, see? We're friends, in a way. Actually, it's strictly business. She supplies the girls for us. And we're friendly, in a way. I do know a girl doesn't leave Brenda's stable unless Brenda is ready to let her go. You're new. You'll be with Brenda till she's tired of you."
Angela shook her head. "You must be kidding. I'm free, white, and twenty. I can come and go as I please."
"Okay, okay. Look, don't start acting up. If Brenda thought I was filling your mind with ideas, she might not like it."
"You're not afraid of Brenda, are you?" Angela wanted to know. She just didn't believe everything she was hearing.
"No, of course not. But Brenda supplies the girls, see? Why should Lin and I give up our pleasures by getting Brenda mad at me?
"Yeah, I see your point."
He kissed her and slapped her hip. "Come on. Let's go for that swim."
They went down, in swimming suits, and saw Lin coming out of the pool. She looked graceful in her bikini.
While Bob swan the length of the pool, Angela took Lin aside, and told her what Bob had said. Is there any truth to it?" She wanted to know.
Lin frowned. "Men talk too much and they always say women talk too much."
"I want to know."
"But why?' Lin asked. "You have ... employment, let us say. It is not unpleasant. You make nice money. I know that. Why worry so much? You just save your money
... everything will be all right."
"So it's true," Angela said hotly. "But how can die keep me here? What if I want to leave town?"
"I do not know anything." Lin shrugged her slender shoulders. "It is dangerous, sometimes, to know too much."
"Are you afraid of her?"
"No, I have nothing to fear. But Brenda has connections with many strange people. It is wise to listen to her and not to make trouble."
"You're warning me," Angela said.
Bob was coming out of the pool. Water cascading off his body was making small puddles on the cement deck.
"I do no such thing," Lin said.
Bob joined them. "How about some lunch?" They had lunch and Angela was thinking she was a fool to be scared of Brenda or anyone. She knew that in the old days whores were tied to their madams or pimps and were never let go till they were all dried up. But that was long ago. She decided not to be frightened and enjoy the rest of the weekend.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was dusk. Lin and Angela were on the patio, in halters and shorts, sipping pink planter's punch through straws. Lin thought Angela looked lovely with her limpid blue eyes and egg-yellow hair. Bob was off somewhere and not in sight.
"It's beautiful here," Angela said.
"Bob has mentioned to you he wished you could live with us?" Lin asked.
"Yes. But it's a pipe dream."
"And that brought the subject around to Brenda and her hold on her girls," Lin said.
"I'd rather not discuss that," Angela said. "It's hard for me to believe and I want to enjoy the rest of my stay here."
"I'm sorry I mentioned it. I don't want to make you feel bad. You are a very lovely girl and I do so love being in bed with you."
Angela thought Lin was strangely seductive. Her bland, Asiatic face, so serene, so composed, like a mask of ivory that belonged in some strange exotic temple.
"I like being in bed with you," Angela said, and meant it.
"Before Bob comes back," Lin said, "we will make love."
"Sure."
They had another drink apiece and then Lin suggested they go up to her room.
"Let me undress you," Lin said, removing Angela's halter. She caressed the pink-capped globes. She kissed them and Angela sighed. Then Lin got down on her knees and removed the shorts. She stayed on her knees and kissed Angela's thighs and belly.
Angela spread her thighs and felt Lin's warm breath on her loins. Then she felt a tongue caress the sensitive folds of her cunt. She put her hands on Lin's head as Lin licked at her warm pussy.
"Oh, yes," Angela said softly. "I love that. Your tongue in my cunt. You know where to caress don't you? You know all the sensitive spots, don't you? Yes. Oh, there. The button. The little man in the boat. The little finger. Oh yes. Oh, stay there. Keep your lips there. Rub your tongue against my clit. I'm coming! I'm coming! Coming...."
Lin clutched Angela's buttocks with her spread hands as she sucked the clitoris and tasted the elixir that flowed. She licked till Angela started moaning again and she caressed the clitoris with her tongue and drove a forefinger into Angela's asshole. The finger moved in and out as she sucked on the love knob.
"Ummmm." Angela swayed like a belly dancer. She worked her face, moved her jaw, grimaced, as passion tore through her body. She climaxed and groaned with the violent jerks of her body.
Lin got to her feet. She kissed Angela on the mouth. "I am very fond of you."
"Thanks."
"No need to thank me." She lay back on the bed, one knee up, her slim lotus-plant-like body yellow, almost virginal, her tits tiny, the nipples crimson, the hairs of her cunt sparse below her flat belly.
Angela got on the bed and sucked the tiny nipples. She heard Lin moan and was glad she was pleasing her. She wanted to pleasure the Chinese girl very much. It wasn't because she was being paid to do it. She liked Lin. Her mouth worked downward, to the flat belly, to the cunt hairs, and onto the open cunt.
Lin moaned when she felt the wet invasion of her pussy. "Yes, lick me all up. I love that."
The tongue darted inside the wet tunnel, touching the nerve ends of the padded walls.
"Arghhhh!" Lin groaned. Her slim thighs moved alongside the sides of Angela's head. "Ummmmm. OH. OH."
Angela found the pagoda and concentrated on the flesh that tasted so sweet. She licked it, nibbled on it, sucked it.
Lin clenched her fists as she moved her body crazily. She closed her eyes tight as emotion after emotion surfed over her lithe, yellow body. She screamed as she came.
Angela kissed her pussy a few times, and then kissed the tender insides of her slim thighs.
"I wish you could stay with us forever," Lin said.
Angela stretched out on the bed. "I'll bet you say that to all the girls."
"No, not all. The very special ones. There are not many special ones. You are special, Angela."
Angela had a hunch Lin meant it.
The door opened and Bob walked in. "Figured I'd find you two in here." He had a bottle of burgundy under one arm. He put it down and undressed. "Mind if I join the party?"
No, the girls didn't mind.
Bob opened the bottle and passed the bottle around. They each took a drink. He put the bottle away and had Angela blow him.
When he was ready to come, he got on top of her and fucked her. He shot his load in her cunt.
They finished off the bottle.
Bob went after Lin and Angela watched.
Bob drank from her pussy till she came twice. He moved to the head of the bed and Lin took his prick in her hand and sucked him off. He came in her mouth and she swallowed every last hot drop.
Bob lay between them and while Lin licked his nipples, Angela licked his cock.
Bob was in seventh heaven. Two girls at the same time, once at his tits and the other at his prick.
He shot his load and Angela gulped it down.
Bob stretched, satisfied, and he turned on his side and watched as Lin and Angela did a sixty-nine. He caressed Angela's ass because she was on top. He drove a finger into her anus and that helped drive Angela wild. She ate with relish at Lin's leaking pussy.
Lin came and she fastened her hands on Angela's buttocks and sucked till Angela came.
Bob went down to get another bottle. He didn't bother to dress. He came back with a bottle of rye and some glasses and ice.
"I love these weekends," he said.
"This goes on every weekend? Angela asked, amazed.
"Oh, yes," Lin said.
"Does Brenda supply you with a new girl every time?" Angela wanted to know.
"No, not always," Bob said. "We have our favorites. If we can't get someone new we select one of our favorites."
It was dark outside and the moon was out.
"Tomorrow morning, I will drive you back to town," Lin said.
"I'll go along too. Have some business to take care of," Bob said.
Angela had another drink. The rye was smooth and left a nice dry taste in her mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"They were here early this morning to put in a phone," Corky said, sitting on Angela's bed.
She had on Nile-green lounging pajamas. Her soft, plump curves were obvious, almost appetizing.
"So I let them in. Then I decided to stick around till you got back."
"Thanks." The phone was on a writing table. Angela sat in an easy chair. "I can't wait to get out of this dump." She looked at Corky's face. "Maybe I should just get out of town."
Corky's round face stayed composed, but her eyes widened slightly. "But you just arrived. You're new. Like a shiny penny. You should stick around and make a pile of cash for yourself."
"Do you really think so?" Angela intoned. "Yeah, I really think so."
"Or maybe I don't have much choice?" Angela said slowly.
Corky arched her eyebrows. "I don't know what you mean."
Angela didn't want to get the Strongs involved. After all, they did rely on Brenda for girls for their week-ends.
"Some madams don't let their girls go so easily," Angela said lamely.
"Has anyone said-Listen, Angela, Brenda likes you. I can tell. Just save your dough till you have a pile saved."
"Sure, sure," Angela replied. "What do I do now? Call in to Brenda that I'm home safe and available?"
"No need to do that. She knows."
"How?"
"Lin usually stops by to pay her."
"Oh!"
"Did they give you a good tip?"
"Yeah. A very good tip." Angela studied Corky for a moment. "I wonder if you did me such a favor by introducing me to Brenda."
Before Corky could answer, the phone rang. "It works!" Angela exclaimed, picking up the receiver.
It was Brenda. "Lin Strong just left. She paid you the highest compliments. She wants to see you again, and very soon."
"I'm glad I pleased her."
"You pleased her husband too," Brenda laughed. "You're not too tired, are you?"
"Who, me? Oh, no. Why?"
"I have a john for you."
"Sure. Where do I meet him?"
"One of the girls will pick you up. You'll go together. Her name is Dee Dee."
"Okay."
"You just relax. Dee Dee will be right over." There was a click and the line went dead.
"A girl named Dee Dee is picking me up," Angela informed Corky. "We're to meet a john."
"Well, have fun!" Corky heaved herself off the bed. "I'm going to my room. See you later, kid."
Twenty minutes later, Dee Dee showed up. She was a pale, slender blonde, with small breasts and long, slim legs. Her eyes were topaz.
"I have a car downstairs," she said.
They went down. It was a dark green sedan. Dee Dee got behind the wheel and the car moved away from the curb. Dee Dee was wearing Capri pants and a sheer silk blouse. There was a yellow scarf around her neck. She was pretty.
Pearl-gray sunlight made Dee Dee's hair honey-colored. "You're new, aren't you?"
"Yes, brand new."
Dee Dee laughed, showing sharp white teeth. "You sound like everyone is asking you that."
"They are."
"How did you hook on to Brenda?"
"Corky. I guess you know her?"
"Yeah."
"She has a room next to mine in the boarding house."
Dee Dee glanced at Angela. "You have looks. You ought to get out of that dump and move into a hotel room."
"It isn't such a dump. But maybe I will move out though."
Dee Dee drove onto a cement driveway and stopped. It was a two-story house made of red brick.
A fat man in a faded bathrobe opened the door for them. His eyes gleamed when he saw Angela.
"Come in, come in," he said in an oily voice.
Dee Dee took Angela into the library and they sat down on white damask chairs. All four walls of the library, except where there were narrow windows and a brick fireplace, were lined with books. Most of them were bound in leather with illuminated titles, and they ran in matched sets. The books looked untouched. Angela decided they were more for appearance than reading.
The fat man entered, bearing a tray with drinks. His bathrobe gaped open and Angela saw a hairless chest. He was naked under the robe.
The drinks were brandy on the rocks, ice cold.
"Do you like my books?" the man asked.
"We love your books," Dee Dee said. "How about going upstairs?"
The man looked at Angela. "Brenda told me you were beautiful," he said. "She was right!"
"Her name is Angela," Dee Dee said. "Angela, this is Marty."
Marty licked his thick lips. "Shall we go upstairs?"
They went upstairs to his bedroom. He removed his robe and lay back on the bed.
He was the fattest man Angela had ever seen. The most amazing thing was his breasts. They were like a woman's. His chest was clean-shaven. There was hair on his belly and his thighs. He had a very small prick. It lay there, curved over his heavy balls.
Dee Dee started to undress and Angela followed suit.
"Get on the other side of the bed," Dee Dee said.
Marty moved to the center of the bed and the mattress gave. Dee Dee was on one side of him and Angela on the other. Dee Dee started caressing one breast. "You take the other," she told Angela.
His breasts were soft and spongy. He started moaning heavily as the girls played with them.
Angela massaged his tit and saw the way his face began working. She looked across his body at Dee Dee.
"Start sucking the nipple," Dee Dee said.
Angela bent her head and applied her lips to the springy nipple. Marty groaned as soon as he felt the wet contact of her lips on his nipple. Angela reached down to find that his prick had hardened. It was short, thick, and very hard.
She played with his cock as she sucked his nipple. Dee Dee started sucking his other nipple.
After a while, Angela lifted her head. "Shall I suck him off?" Her hand was still playing with his prick.
"No need. He can come this way. You don't even have to jerk him off."
"What? I don't believe it."
Dee Dee grinned. "I'll show you."
She got off the bed, took a handkerchief from her purse and spread it across his cock. Then she went back to sucking his nipple. Angela sucked on the other nipple, and kept her hand away from his prick.
Marty was groaning and moving his heavy bulk.
Dee Dee lifted her head. "He's about ready. You watch the handkerchief and I'll suck his nipples."
Angela sat up and watched the handkerchief that looked like a tent over Marty's cock. Dee Dee sucked on one nipple and then the other.
Angela kept watching the handkerchief. She saw the prick quiver under the handkerchief and soon saw a stain appear on the cloth.
Dee Dee sat up. "Didn't I tell you?"
There was a satisfied smile on Marty's heavy face.
A half hour later, Dee Dee and Angela were in a bar and grill, eating roast beef sandwiches and drinking cold ale. Dee Dee gave Angela ten dollars and explained Marty had tipped them twenty and she was giving half to her.
"That was the most amazing thing." Angela looked about and saw no one was nearby. "I didn't think a man could come that way."
"Marty can. He's very sensitive when it comes to his tits. That's why he keeps his chest shaven. He doesn't want girls to get hair in their mouths when they suck his tits."
"That's considerate of him," Angela said, taking a bite out of her sandwich.
"Maybe all fat men like their tits sucked," Dee Dee said.
"It was like sucking on a woman's breasts," Angela said.
"Yeah. You can get excited doing it."
"Does he ever offer to make you come?"
"When he's in the mood," Dee Dee said. "I've gotten blow jobs from him. He isn't too bad at it. He isn't an expert, though."
"Does he ever ask to get his cock sucked off?"
"Sometimes. He lets you do what you want. I just wanted to show you that he could come that way."
"Well, you showed me!" Angela said, grinning.
"I wouldn't want him to fuck me," Dee Dee said. "All that weight! He could crush you."
"What if he asked to fuck you, though?" Angela wanted to know. "What would you do?" She swallowed some ale.
Dee Dee shrugged. "I'd let him."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Her black hair was cut short. She was a heavy woman with massive shoulders. She was a fashion designer, which surprised Angela.
Her name was Stella and she was forty-three. She was sitting in an overstuffed club chair when Angela walked into Brenda's apartment.
Brenda introduced her to the woman.
"I'm sure you'll like her," Brenda told her. "I've received nothing but compliments from friends."
Stella nodded. She reminded Angela of the Valkyries of German myth. The woman was built like a bull, heavy shoulders, full pink and white face, with a heavy bosom. "Let's see what she looks like."
Brenda smiled and nodded at Angela.
Angela stripped to the buff. She turned slowly so that Stella could see all of her.
"Not bad," Stella said. "Come here!"
Angela walked over to where Stella was sitting.
Stella reached up and felt Angela's tits with her stubby fingers. "Not bad," she said. "Solid!"
"She has very good breasts," Brenda said.
"Not as good as yours," Stella laughed.
"You can get dressed now," Brenda said. She turned to Stella. "Want a drink?"
Stella nodded her head, her eyes on Angela.
When Angela was dressed, Brenda told her to wait in one of the bedrooms. Angela slipped through a door and found Kit sprawled out on an easy chair, looking through a magazine.
"Hi," Kit said.
"Hello." Angela sat on the bed and crossed her legs.
"You met Stella?"
"Yes. Just now."
"She tips ten dollars. That's not so bad." Kit had on shorts and a strapless halter. "What do you do in your free time?"
The question surprised Angela.
"See a movie, sometimes. I don't get much free time."
"How about seeing a movie with me tonight?"
"If I'm not busy."
"You won't be. You'll be with Stella this afternoon. I know you'll be free this evening."
"Okay," Angela said.
"Meet me on Main and Evans about seven. We'll eat and have a few drinks."
Angela grinned. "Wouldn't you rather go out with a man?"
"I have to lay with them," Kit said hotly. "I don't have to go out with them."
Angela heard Brenda call her and she went out.
"Stella is taking you to her place," Brenda said. "You don't have to call in when you're finished. I'll see you tomorrow."
Angela went down with Stella. Stella had a brand new Rambler. They got in and Stella drove away.
It was early afternoon and the sun was just overhead, a yellow-lemon, round, hot ball. Girls in short skirts worked their trade on Devlin Street, just off Main. It was a wide open town. Angela had learned during the past few days that Brenda had a few officials in her pocket. They were all customers, too.
It was a big apartment building made of brick and glass, and each apartment had its own terrace.
Stella lived on the ninth floor. It was a lavish apartment, filled with knickknacks, fragile figurines, and glass animals. There was a black silk davenport, and Angela relaxed on it while Stella made drinks.
"Make yourself comfortable," Stella said.
"Sure."
Angela stood up and took off her dress. She sat down again, in bra and panties.
"Here's a Rob Roy. I can make you something else if you-"
"Oh, this will do nicely," Angela said, accepting the drink.
Stella sat down heavily on the davenport and put an arm across Angela's shoulders. With her free hand she drank her Rob Roy.
"Not all of Brenda's girls interest me," she said. "You interest me. Brenda told me you had class. Too many two-bit sluts around. I can't stand them. But you...."
Her hand cupped the filled bra cup. She squeezed the globe within.
Then she searched with her hand for the hook and eye, and the bra fell away.
Her hand went back to the breast. There was no bra to hinder her. Her fingers probed the mound.
"You have real nice tits," she said.
She kneaded the globe and tweaked the nipple until it was taut.
"Feels nice," Angela murmured.
"You like that?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to work on you," Stella promised. "I'm going to get you so damn hot you'll beg me to finish you off. I'm going to put my mouth all over you."
She suddenly got to her feet and Angela stood up. They put their drinks aside and Stella convoyed Angela to the bedroom.
It was a double bed with a folded blanket near the foot, and silk sheets were spread out. Angela slipped off her panties while Stella took off her clothes.
Angela lay back, and Stella went after the girl.
She laved Angela's tits with her hot heavy tongue.
Angela parted her dimpled knees to reveal the creamy inside pillars of her luscious thighs. The blonde tresses of the love mound caught the artificial light from the overhead ceiling lights and gleamed.
Stella saw the edges of her swelling natal lips.
Angela had started moaning as soon as she had felt Stella's wet lips on her tits and nipples. Her moans continued, undisturbed, when Stella removed her mouth from her tits and started massaging the globes with one hand, and her mouth went south.
Stella's face moved slowly to the beautiful temptation. Her bps were approaching the gleaming pinkness of Angela's spread slit. She caught the hot, musky scent of the girl's cunt and thrust her lips against the pink vessel of wet flesh.
Her tongue caressed the sensitive spot.
Angela's moans were louder, heavier, as Stella licked and sucked at her flowing juices. The short, stubby fingers crawled upward over Angela's smooth young, white body to the firm tits and began to knead them and twist the erect nipples.
The cunt opened even further to Stella's penetrating tongue.
"What a sweet, juicy cunt," Stella was thinking, as she licked at the steaming cunt. She licked at the cream as it flowed.
Angela's hips rose as she cried out and climaxed.
Stella licked the puy of its juices, and then ran her tongue over the blonde forest, over the belly, to the navel.
Angela moaned softly. "That was so nice."
Stella's mouth was back at the girl's young bosom and she sucked heavily on the nipples.
"You're getting me hot again," Angela said, not complaining.
Stella kept sucking on the nipples. Then she went south again, and soon she was licking at the oval-shaped cunt, caressing the erect clitoris with her heavy tongue.
Angela was moaning again, her body twisting and turning.
She groaned savagely as she came.
Stella went into the living room to make more drinks while Angela relaxed. She thought she had it figured out. Stella was butch. Stella liked being the "man" during the sex session with her girls. She made love to them.
Well, that was okay with Angela. She got her kicks, and she was sure Stella got her thrills just by loving her up.
Stella came back, and they drank their drinks.
"You have a nice sweet body," Stella said.
"Thanks."
"Brenda is never wrong."
"Have you known Brenda long?"
"A few years. We get together sometimes for sex bouts. Brenda knows exactly what I like, and I know what she likes. We get along together. How's your drink?"
"It's just fine."
"That's good. I like being the perfect hostess."
"Don't you want anything?"
"Sure. You just finish your drink."
Angela finished her drink. So, Brenda knew exactly what Stella liked. That meant that Stella had something in mind. But what? It couldn't be anything out of the ordinary. Angela had done about everything.
"You like something special?" Angela asked, giving Stella her empty glass.
"Uh huh." Stella finished her drink and took the empty glasses out of the bedroom.
When she came back, she was holding a cat o' nine tails. The leather thongs dangles from the wooden handle. She saw Angela's rounded eyes and grinned.
"This isn't for you. It's for me."
"Is that what you go for?"
"Uh huh."
Stella gave the whip to Angela and lay on her belly on the bed. Her ass was very full, fleshy, with pink cheeks. Her thighs were massive. Tufts of black hair ran from her crotch across to the beginning of the divide of her ass like a pelt. Black hairs stuck out from her asshole.
Angela stood by the side of the bed. Like an avenging demon, she raised her arm and arched her body and the thongs landed with a dull thud across Stella's heavy behind.
Stella moaned as she felt the sting of the leather fingers.
Angela kept whipping the woman, lashing at
. . the heavy buttocks. Soon her arm was tired. Sweat trickled down the valley between her breasts. There were angry red marks on Stella's ass.
Stella suddenly turned over, her heavy thighs wide apart, revealing the heavy lips of her pussy.
"Hit me there," she cried.
"It'll hurt," Angela protested.
"Hit me quick."
"It'd hurt terribly."
"Damn you, hit me."
Angela quickly moved to the foot of the bed and landed a heavy blow with the leather thongs across Stella's crotch.
Stella whimpered. "Now suck my cunt."
Angela dropped the whip, and her mouth darted to the open pussy. She licked across the O shaped cunt and her tongue found the erect clitoris. It was a heavy, wet, penis-like structure.
She tongued the slippery flesh while Stella moaned her pleasure. She took the meat between her lips and sucked on it.
Stella tossed her heavy body and she cried out as she climaxed.
When Angela walked out of Stella's room, there was an extra ten dollars in her purse.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They had steaks, almost burnt on the outside but tender and juicy inside, smothered with onions and mushrooms. There were small potatoes, baked with slices of cheese over them, and green salad. They had a bottle of Rhine Wine.
"This is the fanciest restaurant I've ever been in," Angela informed Kit, filling her glass with the German imported wine.
"The prices are reasonable though," Kit said. The slim redhead had on a tight-fitting dress that clung to her hard breasts and boyish hips.
"You come here often?"
"When I have company. When I'm alone I dine at home."
"Where do you live?"
"Hotel Arcady. It's only a few blocks from here. We can skip that movie, if you want, and I'll show you my apartment."
"Okay by me. I've been thinking of moving to a hotel room."
"Corky might not like it," Kit grinned, slicing at her steak.
Angela frowned. Did Kit mean anything by that remark? Did she think she and Corky were lovers or something? Well, well, she and Corky had been to bed together.
"Why should Corky care?" Angela asked casually.
"She likes you. She hasn't called me since you came to town."
"Called you?"
"Don't be dumb. Corky and I are friends. More than friends. But I don't give a damn. Plenty of girls in this burg."
"I must be very popular," Angela said, annoyed. "Listen, Corky doesn't own me-nobody does."
Kit looked surprised. "You sure have a temper, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, don't carry on so. I didn't mean anything. I told you, I don't give a damn."
"Listen, can I ask you something?"
"Sure. Go ahead and ask."
"When you're on your own, when you're not with a john, do you go out with other men?"
"No," Kit said sharply.
"You just don't care for them, is that it?"
"I don't like them," Kit said.
They finished the wine. Kit didn't want dessert. Angela had Baked Alaska.
"You just don't want to show me your apartment, do you?" Angela said, signaling to the waiter for their check.
"What do you mean?"
"Aren't you thinking of showing me your etchings?"
Kit bit her lower lip. "I'll pay you if...." The waiter appeared with the check. Angela put a twenty on the plate and he went away.
"You don't have to pay me anything," Angela said. She was angry.
The waiter reappeared with her change and she gave him a dollar tip. He went away and she said: "If you want to pay for my services, why don't you go to Brenda? I'm one of Brenda's girls."
"Don't get sore," Kit said. "When I first saw you naked, I got a terrific yen for you."
"I appeal to everybody," Angela said, "man and woman. I wonder how I rate with horses and mules."
"You're angry. I can see you're angry. Please don't be angry."
Kit reached across the linen-covered round table and touched Angela's hand. "When I'm with a girl, I forget about all the men I have to lay for. I forget the things I have to do for them."
"Why don't you quit?" Angela said, almost harshly. "Become a salesgirl. Get a dyke and go live with her."
"I ... I can't quit Brenda. I can't!"
"Why not?" Angela said quickly.
Kit blinked her eyes. "Nobody just quits Brenda. I thought you knew that."
"Has anybody tried?"
Kit stared at Angela. "I talk too much," she said.
"Let's go to your place."
"I don't know if you're putting on an act or what."
They went out. Kit insisted on paying her share of the check.
The moon looked like a hunk of honey dew melon. There were plenty of stars. There were no clouds.
They walked to the Arcady. The night clerk simpered at them. He was tall and thin with a lantern jaw. There were half-moons of sweat under his armpits. His shirt was violet.
The elevator boy took them up. He kept eyeing Angela. "Leave something on," she finally told him.
"Where are the etchings?" Angela kidded, bouncing on the bed.
"There are a few vacancies in this hotel," Kit said, her soft eyes on Angela's face.
"I'll think about it."
Kit went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze wafted in, bathing her face. She turned to Angela. "I've been saving up money. I want to get out of this town. I will, too. Brenda will let me go-I've been with her for some time."
"Sure, she will," Angela said. "Why shouldn't she?" She wanted Kit to keep on talking. "She can't hold you here against your will."
When Kit didn't say anything, Angela said: "Where do you plan to go?"
"I don't know. I have friends in California." Angela kicked off her shoes and lay back.
"Why don't you come over here and take off my clothes?"
Eagerly, Kit went to the bed and slowly took off Angela's things. She took off her own clothes. Then she sat on the bed and admired Angela's body.
"Like what you see?" Angela asked.
"You're beautiful."
Angela surveyed Kit's nakedness. Kit's breasts were tea cup size; they were very firm, though, and the nipples were pointy and pinkish. Kit had a slim, boyish body with long, slim legs and rounded thighs. Her belly was flat and the pussy hairs were copper-shaded.
Kit started to touch Angela's breasts. She stroked them, fondled them, explored them. Her fingers woke up the nipples. She leaned forward and her tongue tasted the sweet fruit. She heard Angela moan and she was further encouraged. She ran her hand down to Angela's crotch and cupped the girl's flesh. She felt the puffy lips against her palm.
"Get your fingers inside," Angela moaned.
Kit's fingers disappeared inside Angela's vagina.
"Oh, that feels swell," Angela moaned. Her thighs spread. "Move them in and out. Do I have to tell you what to do?"
"No, you don't have to tell me what to do," Kit whispered huskily. Her fingers pistoned in and out of the vaginal tunnel, bringing on the secretion of passion fluid. She licked at Angela's nipples, feeling them blossom into crisp buds.
"Go down on it," Angela ordered, swiveling her hips. "Eat my cunt. Go down on it, come on, baby."
Kit removed her fingers from Angela's wet cunt and replaced them with her eager lips. She kissed the inner lips, licking inside, bringing heavy moans from Angela. She found the clitoris and licked it before nibbling on the juicy meat.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Angela moaned, her body writhing like crazy on the bed. "Yes. Oh, that's the way." She was panting. "Suck me off. Suck my pussy. I love it ... love it ... "
Angela cried out as the violent explosion rocked her.
Kit planted a few extra kisses on the leaking cunt and snuggled up to Angela. She closed her hand over Angela's tit.
"Want something?" Angela asked.
"I don't care. I just wanted to make you come. I think I'm in love with you."
Angela frowned. She just couldn't believe that Kit was completely normal. "You can't be in love with me."
"But why not?"
"Listen, Kit, I don't want you talking like that." Angela paused. "Brenda won't like it."
"To hell with Brenda!" Kit said, venom in her voice.
"It's getting late," Angela said pointedly.
"Can't you stay here?" Kit pleaded. "We can leave for Brenda's place in the morning, together."
"Okay. But no more talk about being in love with me. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Kit rested her head on Brenda's breast. "It's peaceful like this, isn't it?"
Angela didn't answer; she was busy with her own thoughts.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"How would you like to go to a party?" Brenda asked Angela the next afternoon. Kit was out on a call. "Two gents who pay well. You can meet Dee Dee."
"I'm afraid not," Angela grinned. "Happened a few minutes ago. I felt wet down there and went to the bathroom...."
"Your period?"
"Yeah," Angela said. "I guess I'll be out of action for a few days."
Brenda winked. "Always take advantage of a good thing, is my motto. Ever hear of Mike Cotto? He's a sports writer for a wire service."
"Yeah, I heard of him. He has a column in one of the local papers. I didn't read it because I'm not that keen on sports, but I noticed it. What about him?"
"Whenever I have my period," Brenda said, "I dash over to Mike's apartment for a good fuck. Mike likes to fuck when his girl has her period. He likes it like that-a pussy that's wet with warm blood."
"I never had a prick in me while I had my period," Angela said. "I don't think I'd like it."
"Why?"
"I might get cramps or something."
"Don't be silly."
"Yeah, well "
Brenda's voice took on a icy tone. "Don't argue with me. I'm making the appointment now. You'll see Mike this evening. If you're okay, he might want you to stay the night."
Angela watched silently as Brenda sat on the gossip bench and used the phone. Brenda talked to Mike for a few minutes and then hung up. "He'll be glad to see you." Brenda got up and make drinks.
Angela sat on the davenport. "I didn't have much choice, did I?"
Brenda laughed. "You know the rules. A girl never turns down a customer. No house would permit it."
Angela accepted her drink.
"Don't make a big thing out of it," Brenda said. "You may even like it. I go with Mike every time I have my period. It feels nice, a big strong cock squishing about in your wet pussy. I come every time."
"You think I could get him to go down on it?" Angela asked dryly.
"Don't be funny," Brenda snapped. "Look, I already made the date. It's all set. Now drink your drink. I'll give you his address and you hop over this evening."
"Sure."
"And don't look sullen. I get enough of that crap from Kit."
Angela looked at Brenda over the rim of her glass. "If you're tired of Kit," she said, "why don't you send her on her way?"
"I'm not tired of her yet. Not business-wise. She looks virginal and some of my johns like her. When they stop liking her-and not till then-I'll send her packing."
"But what if she...."
"Why all of these questions?" Brenda snapped. She sat down in a winged-back club chair. "What the hell did Kit say to you last night?" She was studying Angela with intent eyes. "We discussed the weather."
"How is she in bed?"
"She's fine."
"I'm glad you're not trying to deny it," said Brenda. She was neglecting the drink in her hand. She had high cheekbones. Her legs were long and fine.
"Deny what?" Angela said innocently. She put aside her drink, half finished.
"That you slept with her."
"I don't deny anything," Angela said. "I'm thinking of moving into her hotel. I'm tired of boarding houses."
"Sure," Brenda said quietly. "You move to a hotel. You'll like it better. But not the Arcady."
"Why not the Arcady?" Angela wanted to know.
"I don't want you and Kit to get thick as fleas. She's liable to fill you with crazy ideas. Kit isn't all there."
"You mean she's nuts?"
"Something like that."
"But aren't we all?"
Brenda was exasperated. She looked down and seemed surprised to see her drink in her hand. She swallowed some of it. "Don't I treat you right?" she finally said.
"Of course."
"Then what's the beef?"
"No beef."
"Good. Just listen to me and you'll be okay. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes."
Brenda finished her drink. "I like you, Angela. When your period is finished, we'll get together again. I like the way you make love. I like it when the customers tell me how good you are and how pleased they are. You're going to be with me a long time. I have a feeling about such things."
"Are you going to sign me to a long term contract or something?" Angela laughed.
Brenda smiled, but it was a waiter's surface smile. "We don't need any contract. We understand each other."
Angela kept it light. "Gee, I hope so."
"Sure, kid."
Angela got to her feet. "Maybe I'll look up Corky and we'll see a movie."
"You do that. Corky is a fine girl. I like Corky."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Corky opened the door. She had on a loose robe. "I'm busy," she told Angela. "I'll meet you in your room in a few minutes." She shut the door and Angela went to her room to wait.
When Corky walked in, she had on halter and shorts. She flopped on the bed. "I really had to work for my dough with this john. Boy, he wanted everything. The bastard didn't even tip me.
"How about taking in a movie?" Angela asked.
"If you want. There's an air-conditioned movie house on Jeffers Avenue, not far from here. I'll slip on a dress."
"Okay. I'll meet you downstairs."
They met downstairs. Corky had put on a polka-dot summer dress, cut low in front, showing a nice portion of her creamy bosom.
The movie was a musical comedy. They sat in the balcony, smoking cigarettes and Angela kept glancing to her right where a couple were oblivious to the movie. The fellow had one hand inside the girl's dress, feeling her breasts and she had her fingers inside his open fly. They looked young; teenagers, probably.
Later, they sat in a cocktail lounge, drinking stingers.
"I'm thinking of a good hotel I could move to," Angela said.
"What's wrong with the boarding house?"
"Mice."
Corky made a face. "There're no mice."
"Know a good hotel?"
"There's the Goodwin."
"What about the Arcady?"
Corky shrugged. "It's a hotel."
"Kit has a room there."
"Yes, I know."
"Corky, does Brenda pay you anything to spy on people?"
Her face was white. "Don't get your balls in an uproar."
"I thought we were friends?"
"Sure, we are." She nursed her drink.
"Are you afraid of Brenda?"
"Don't be silly. Look, it's not what you think."
"What do I think?" Angela asked. The glass was cold in her hand.
Corky licked her lower lip. She was looking for a way out, but Angela was persistent.
"Brenda likes to know what's going on with her girls," Corky finally said. "I wasn't exactly ... spying on you."
"That's what I call it," Angela said.
"I just casually mentioned...."
"Stow it," Angela snapped. "I don't believe it! You just picked up the phone and casually told her I was meeting Kit. I wasn't keeping it a secret! Tell me, does she pay you for each tip-or do you get a weekly wage?"
Corky was silent.
They had another round of stingers.
"It's nice like this, isn't it?" Angela said. "Two buddies, in a cocktail lounge, having drinks."
"Don't get nasty."
"Oh, was I being nasty?" Angela said. "I thought I was just being a little sarcastic."
"It's better than having some mug following you around," Corky said, tasting her fresh drink. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. So I let Brenda know a few things about you, what you're doing when you're on your own. So what? If I didn't, she'd know anyway."
"Some mug?"
"Yeah. A mug. Better this way," Corky said. "Your reasoning astounds me," said Angela. "You were thinking only of my benefit. I'm touched. Deeply."
"You don't have to bullshit me," Corky said. "Okay, so you're sore, But a gal has to know what side her bread is buttered on. It was Brenda's idea. If you tell her I said so I'll be in trouble."
"I'm not a prisoner here," Angela said hotly. "Not ... exactly."
Angela's face paled. "I might have known. Once Brenda decides she doesn't need me anymore, then I can take off if I feel like it."
"Brenda knows the right people," Corky said in a low voice.
"And if I decide to take off now," Angela said, "then the right people will pick me up, is that it?"
"I've talked too much already."
"I've heard it all before. I just couldn't believe it."
Corky stared at Angela. "You'd better believe it."
"Want another drink ... pal?" Angela asked in a saccharin voice.
"No. I've had enough."
Angela looked at her watch. "Plenty of time till my appointment," she said. "Let's get a little drunk."
"Have a date?"
"Yeah, and not with Kit."
"Why not make the best of it?" Corky said. "Maybe I shall ... well? Another round of stingers?"
"No, I've had enough."
"Corky, I feel sorry for you. You don't have much to look forward to, do you?"
"You don't have to be nasty."
"I'm not, I'm being truthful."
"You don't have to dig a knife in me."
"I've already dug it in," Angela said sweetly. "Didn't you feel it? Now I'm twisting it a little."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mike Cotta was forty. He was a beefy man with a thick pelt of hair that covered his chest. There were layers of fat around his belly. He had on shorts when he let Angela in.
His legs were big and muscular. He had dark brown hair and thick eyebrows over greenish-blue eyes. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way.
It was a bachelor's apartment with pictures of hunting scenes on the living room. Angela declined a drink. She'd reached her limit for the day, she explained.
He poured himself a hefty drink. "Liquor and women," he told her in a raspy voice. "That's all that interests me."
"What else is there?" she asked.
"I got buddies who talk nothing but politics," he growled in a humorous tone. "And there's sports-but I get enough of that because it's my job. I don't take my work home with me.
Angela wandered into the bedroom. There were pictures of nudes on the walls. Mike was right behind her.
"Do they give you inspiration?" she asked him.
"That's for show. I only get inspired by a real dame, made of flesh and blood. Someone like you, for instance." He put an arm around her, bent her backwards, and kissed her mouth.
She tasted the liquor. She felt his hand on her breasts.
"You've got a swell shape," he commented, releasing her. He put his glass on top of a chest of drawers.
"I can't wait."
She undressed slowly watching his eyes on her. He licked his lips when she rewarded him with a naked view of her rounded breasts. She stooped and took off her panties.
She was naked except for a sanitary belt, which held a cotton napkin against her pussy to absorb the flow from her period.
He climbed into bed and she knelt by his side. He reached for her semi-hard breasts and his fingers tweaked the nipples. She leaned further down so that he could kiss her breasts. His tongue licked at the erect nipples.
Angela shivered. She felt a ball of hot excitement grow in her belly. Her loins tingled.
She tugged down his shorts and tossed them to the floor. She caressed his cock and it grew. She felt the male flesh throb under her ministering fingers. She opened her mouth and licked at the knob of his prick.
Mike groaned as he felt the lash of her sweet, thick tongue on his cock. He felt her teeth bite gently on the head of his prick. Little sharp bites that hurt slightly, giving him a minimum of pain.
He tossed on the bed, his hairy body jangling from the wet contact on his sensitive prick.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "oh, that feels good." He felt her buttocks. His fingers wandered up and down the crescent of her ass. One finger found her asshole and wormed inward.
Angela felt under his cock for the sac that contained his heavy balls. She played with it, rubbing his balls within the bag. She sucked his prick and wiggled her ass, loving the feel of his finger working in and out of her anus.
"Arghhh!" he groaned, feeling her mouth sucking at his thick prick. He thrust deep into her mouth and he touched the roof of her throat. His balls ached from the way she handled them but he didn't care. He welcomed the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Angela felt the trembling of his rod in her mouth and knew he would come soon. She socked harder on his cock.
He moved his dick in and out of her warm net mouth, loving the lashing of her tongue on His sensitized cock. He moved his finger in and out of her rectum, faster and faster.
Angela squeezed his testicles as she sucked his bone. He jerked his prick within her mouth and soon he was flooding her with the white hot lava.
She kept sucking him till he was dry. His finger left her asshole and she flopped over on her back.
He padded on bare feet into the living room and came back with the bottle. He sat up, pillows propped against his back, and took a healthy slug of whisky. He offered her the bottle and she took a slug. It burned her throat and sent a warm glow through her stomach.
They made small talk and Angela learned he had once been married. He had met his former wife in the chorus of a St. Louis theatre. The marriage had lasted three years. He had found her with his best friend and had beaten both of them so badly that they had to spend time in a hospital. He had never married again.
"Once burned and all that," he said.
He drank from the neck of the bottle. "Have you ever been married?" he asked her.
"No, I've never had the privilege."
"You're lucky."
"I'm too young to get married."
"They get married at sixteen today," he said. "A famous ball player I know married a fifteen year old. The club told the papers she was eighteen. He brings the dough to the gate and they can't take any chances so they lied, but I know better."
"How come you didn't break the story?" Angela wanted to know. "Wouldn't it have been a scoop or something for you?"
"Sure, but I know the mug. He's a pal, and I wouldn't have gotten any more exclusives from the club. Besides, what harm is he doing? So the kid is fifteen, so what? He did her a favor anyway. She was two months pregnant when he married her."
"You mean he did the noble thing?" she asked.
He scowled. "Well, I don't know about that. I don't think he went for the idea. Her family got after him and then the club's manager stepped in.
"You must know a lot of interesting stories."
"Sure," he said. "A lot of stuff I can't talk about. Can't prove some of it. What the hell! I make a decent living. That's all that counts."
"I make a decent living too."
He grinned at her. "I'll bet you can tell me a few spicy stories," he said.
"Haven't been in town that long, and I really haven't met any of your more interesting citizens yet."
"The only good thing about this town is that it's wide open," he said. "Plenty of gambling, women...." He broke off. "Do you like to gamble?"
"Haven't had a chance lately."
"How about you and me spending all day tomorrow?" he suggested. "We'll have breakfast, take a ride, go to the Bam, do some gambling, then we'll come back here and love it up."
"What's the Barn?"
"A farmhouse converted to a gambling joint. It's right outside of town."
"Well, I don't know. I'm a poor working girl. I can't see taking a chance on losing any hard-earned money at a crap table."
"Cut the crap," he said. "I'll supply you with a couple of hundred. If you make anything, we'll split it fifty-fifty."
"If I lose?"
He grinned. "I'll take it out in trade."
"That's a hell of a lot of trade."
"Lie back ... just talking about screwing has given me a hard-on."
"Wait a second," she removed her sanitary belt and napkin. "Give me a towel I can put under me."
"What for?"
"You sap. You want a bloody sheet?"
"Who gives a fuck?" He mounted her and she guided his hard cock to the cleft under her belly. He thrust in and felt the blood-wet tunnel. He went in all the way to the hilt.
She caressed his hairy chest and looked up at him. "How does it feel?" she asked.
"Great."
"What do you feel?" she wanted to know. "It's warm and wet," he said, moving his hard prick in and out of her bloody pussy.
"You like to fuck this way, don't you?"
"Yeah." His balls were banging at the crack of her ass. "It goes in so easy. It feels good once it's inside. The warm blood excites me."
The way he was talking, he was getting her terribly excited. She was moving with him, swiveling her hips, feeling the wet sounds of cock pistoning in and out of her wet cunt.
He was groaning heavily, feeling the hot wetness of her blood-filled gorge. She was twisting his nipples and he liked that. He was moving faster and faster, giving her all the drive he could, feeling the way she was responding by the way she pushed against him, mashing her belly against his. He sank his teeth in the side of her neck as he released the reserve of hot lava.
Angela moaned like a demon as she felt the drenching of her blood-wet cunt with his come juices. She cried out and she pushed hard against him and came.
They kissed and stayed locked together for a while. Then they came apart.
"Ever fuck a girl when she wasn't having her period?" Angela asked, sitting up.
"Sure, but it's more fun this way."
She went to her purse and found a fresh napkin. She used the sanitary belt she had worn before and she got back into bed.
He caressed her tits. "You sure have them, baby."
"I wouldn't know what to do without them," Angela stated flatly.
He kissed her breasts and caressed the line of her hips and thigh. He patted her ass.
"I could fuck you forever."
Angela laughed. "Forever is a long time."
"You do everything with style," he told her. "You know how to suck a cock; you know how to fuck. Is there something you can't do?"
"I'm a terrible cook."
"My wife was a good cook," he said. "But she didn't know how to fuck. I don't understand what Ed saw in her."
"Ed?"
"My buddy. The one I caught her with."
"Maybe Ed liked cold dames in bed."
"Maybe," he stretched. He had thick mats of hair in his armpits. "But who the hell is gonna worry about that now?"
She patted his chest. "Let's put out the lights and get some sleep."
"Good idea. You do it." He patted her hip. "Lazy bum," she hopped out of bed to douse the lights.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The car was two years old but Mike kept it in top condition. It gleamed like a polished piece of silverware. The sun was a yellow round ball in a cloudless sky.
They stopped at the drug store for breakfast and then Mike drove her to the boarding house where she showered and dressed. She put extra napkins in her purse. They went down and got into the car. She looked up and saw Corky staring at her from the window. She waved.
Corky didn't wave back.
Mike looked up and drove away from the curb. "I forgot Corky lives here."
"You know Corky?"
"Sure, I know her. She's got a nice soft ass."
"Ever shove it in there?"
"A gentleman never tells," he said, making a right turn.
"I didn't know you were a gentleman," she kidded. She had on a low-cut dress that was tight over her bosom and hips. It was a mini, and half her thighs were visible.
He drove out of town and soon he was pushing the car and the wind was hitting their faces. She didn't close the window at her side though. She liked the feel of the wind at her face.
He climbed a ridge, and to her right was a blue lake. She saw rowboats threading across the water. At a wooden dock some fishermen were standing and sitting, casting lines into the sky-blue water.
Far off it was lush with foliage and trees.
He turned left and went over the cement road and turned into a gravel road. They passed another small lake and he turned into a large parking lot. The Barn was a converted farmhouse. There were half a dozen cars in the parking lot and an unlit neon sign over the farmhouse. It said: "The Barn."
They left the car and went up wooden stairs to the entrance. They walked into an old-fashioned bar with a big mirror, two bartenders in dirty white aprons, and pyramids of glasses.
One of the bartenders said, "Hi, Mike." He leaked with appreciation at the thrust of Angela's breasts and her white naked thighs.
"Set 'em up," Mike said.
"Much too early to drink," Angela protested.
"Hell, honey," Mike said. "It's noon."
"Well, let's have lunch first."
The bartender got a waiter and they ordered. Mike took two glasses and two bottles of cold beer out on the veranda looking the lake. They sat at a table and had beer. The waiter came out with their lunch. There was a breeze off the lake.
Some people came out and sat at a table. They ordered drinks from the waiter.
Mike and Angela finished the beer. He asked the waiter for champagne and cognac.
"You're crazy," Angela said.
"You'll get a terrific kick out of it," Mike said. He had only eaten half his lunch.
"That's what I'm afraid of," from Angela. The waiter brought the champagne in an ice bucket. Mike poured the cognac in champagne glasses and laced it with champagne. He drank and winked at her. "It'll put hair on your chest."
"I don't want hair on my chest." Angela tasted the mixture. It wasn't bad. "You like to drink, don't you?"
"Among other things."
Mike walked to a juke box and stuck in a quarter for three records. He had selected three old favorites. He and Angela started to dance.
One of the men at the other table kept looking at Angela.
He watched the sway of her bare thighs. Angela caught him looking and he glanced away, starting a conversation with another man.
It was getting hot on the veranda. They danced till the music stopped and went back to their table. The waiter had cleared their plates but left the liquor.
They had more drinks.
"Where's the gambling you were talking about?"
"In the back," Mike said.
"You won't be able to see the dots on the dice if you keep on drinking," Angela said.
Mike laughed. "Okay, honey."
He gave her two hundred dollars which she put in her purse.
They left the veranda, went through the bar, and then through a big dining room with a dance floor. Back of the floor, behind magenta curtains, was a door. They went through that into a large room with thick green carpets and green drapes. There was a crap table and five slot machines.
A man with a green visor was at the crap table. There were three men and a woman playing craps.
Mike and Angela joined the people at the crap table.
When it was Angela's turn to throw the dice, she tossed a twenty on the table and was promptly faded. She threw a seven.
Angela kept the dice for a long time. Every time she tossed the dice she leaned forward to read the numbers and the men could see the valley of her breasts.
The table caught her just below the hips. When she finally crapped out, she picked up the money and threw it in her purse.
Mike took the dice and made three straight passes. Then he crapped out.
They went back to the veranda and had more champagne and cognac.
Angela counted her winnings. She had won over a thousand dollars. She gave Mike half plus his two hundred.
She was feeling good.
They danced some more and she kept her body pressed close against him, giving him the full benefit of her breasts.
His hand went down her back to the jutting buttocks. He breathed in the soft fragrance of her hair. He was getting a hard-on.
Angela could feel his rising excitement. "Want to go back?"
"There's a resort not far from here," Mike answered. "Cabins by the day or hour."
"Let's take one for a couple of hours," she said.
"Sure."
Mike paid for the lunch and the liquor. He took the champagne and cognac with him.
He drove out of the parking lot, went past the lake, made a left turn and circled a small hill.
There was the smell of pine in the air.
Up ahead she saw the resort. There was a string of cabins and a main building which housed some guests, the manager's office and the dining room.
She sat in the car while Mike went to the manager's office.
He came out with a key and climbed behind the wheel. They drove to a parking lot, then went to their cabin.
"How long are we staying?" she asked, bouncing on the bed.
"Couple of hours. We can have dinner here if you want. The food is good."
She watched him open the bottles. He kept the cognac and gave her the champagne. They drank without glasses.
The champagne was getting warm. She soon finished it. She was feeling swell.
She got off the bed and took off her clothes. She lay back on the bed, naked except for the sanitary belt.
"Come on, Mike. Give me a good fuck. Give me what I need."
He put down the bottle, grinned at her, and started to undress.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"Move up," she told him.
She held his hardened cock at its base and brought the head to her mouth. She licked across the knob, then nibbled at it. She moved her other hand over his hip and thighs. She cupped his balls while she started sucking at his cock. When she decided he'd had enough of her mouth, she let go of his instrument and tugged down the sanitary belt, taking the napkin with it.
He mounted her and his cock entered the vaginal tunnel.
She felt the impalement of his rod and she squirmed against him. "How does it feel?" she whispered.
"Just great," he grunted. "All wet. Warm." He moved his prick in and out of her wet, bloody cunt. He was terribly excited. "I love this. Love this more than anything." He moved his ass slowly, wanting it to last a long time. He took long, slow, easy strokes, his lance feeling the warmth of her blood-soaked cunt.
"I wish I knew how it felt," Angela murmured. "I wish I was a man once just for a couple of hours and could give it to a girl who's having her period." She kept moving as she talked, matching his slow strokes. "It must be a tremendous feeling, I bet. Gliding in and out of a cunt that's full of warm blood."
"Stop talking. You're getting me awfully excited." He started moving faster.
Angela laughed and moved faster with him. "Feel my breasts."
He put his hands on her firm mounds. He tweaked her erect nipples. His ass waved in the air.
"I'm going to come," Angela moaned. "Can't help it." She jerked crazily against him and had her climax.
She lay still as he pounded into her, his cock a driving force delivering jackhammer blows.
She rubbed his breasts, felt for his nipples with squeezing fingers. She saw the glow in his eyes and knew he was close to completion.
He yelped and shot his load, mixing his sperm with her blood.
She washed his bloody cock in the bathroom, washed herself, and put on a fresh napkin. They sat on the bed, both naked, and finished off the cognac.
"You're not afraid of anything, are you?" Angela asked.
"Well, I wouldn't say that."
He looked at her. "What's on your mind?"
"It seems Brenda's girls can't take off till she's finished with them. In other words, when she believes they can't bring in the dough she allows them to leave, but not before."
"So?"
"I want to get out from under."
He didn't say anything, just stared at her.
"I'm trusting you," she finally said.
"Don't worry. I won't say anything to Brenda."
"Will you help me?"
He shook his head, "No."
"But why not? I know you're not afraid."
"I like you, kid. You're all right. But I don't want to get involved. I know Brenda. I know the people she deals with. Big shots. If I help you, I'll get run out of town. Who needs it?"
"You won't get caught. You're smart."
"I won't take the chance," Mike said. He scowled. "You act like you're suffering. You've got the easy life, kid."
"I'm a free soul," Angela said. "I like to come and go as I please. I don't like being under anyone's thumb."
"I can't help you," he said decisively.
"Okay. No hard feelings."
"Just don't tell everyone your feelings," he advised. "Brenda will get the word from someone. You can't trust everybody."
"Don't I know it!" she said, thinking about Corky.
"Want me to go out and get another bottle?"
"No." She lay back and her tits pointed to the ceiling. "You can get a bottle for yourself if you want. I've reached my quota."
"You're not sore, are you?"
"No, I'm not sore."
"To hell with another bottle." He lay down alongside her. He was obviously troubled. "I wish I could help but I learned a lesson a long time ago. Besides, there isn't much I can do anyway."
"It's okay," Angela said, turning on her side to face him. "Don't worry about it."
"Why don't you just duck out?"
"And get picked up by some of Brenda's buddies?"
"There has to be a way."
"Maybe you can find it for me?"
He grinned at her. "I told you I don't want to be involved. Look at it this way. I've got a good job, but it won't mean much if Brenda's big shots put on the old squeeze play. You can't buck City Hall."
Angela stretched and turned on her back. "Let's not talk about it anymore." She put her hand on his belly. "I'll find a way."
"You've got brains."
"Yeah. They're kind of scrambled now."
"Play with me," he whispered to her.
Her hand went down to his limp worm. She stroked the length of his cock and soon it perked up. It throbbed as she fingered the base of it, then she cupped his testicles and played with them.
He whispered in her ear.
She turned on her belly and he got over her, his cock rubbing against the crack of her ass. He pried the buttocks apart to reveal the red puckered asshole. His cock forced its way in and die groaned softly. He went in all the way till he couldn't go any further. He put his hands under her to find her tits. He squeezed them as he fucked her in the ass.
His prick in her asshole turned her on. She wiggled her hips as he squeezed her hard nipples. She felt the impalement on her backside and groaned loudly, moving with him.
He put a hand down to her cunt and his fingers found the erect clitoris. He played with the meat, the back of his hand brushing her cotton napkin. She cried out and came and he moved faster and faster, pistoning like a demon in her anus. His lava filled her rectum and he rolled away from her.
"You're good screwin'," he told her.
Later, they went to the dining room for dinner. They had Rhine wine with their meal.
"You spend money like it was going out of style," she told him.
"I make good dough. And I make money on the games."
"Are you allowed to do that?" she asked. "I mean, you do a sports column for a wire service."
"It ain't exactly ethical," he said, winking at her. "Who's to know? I like to live good, I can't help it. I wasn't born rich, was I?"
Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Just don't get caught."
"Don't you get caught," he said, winking at her. "Get what I mean?" he asked.
"I'll be careful."
He stroked her knee under the table.
"You never get enough, do you?" she said.
"There's no such thing as enough," he said.
They went back to the cabin. It was dusk already. They made love again. She took off her sanitary belt and his cock once again tasted the blood-drenched tunnel walls of her cunt.
He drove her back to town and parked in front of her boarding house.
"Want to come up for a nightcap?" she asked.
"What have you got up there?"
"Some wine, I think."
He saw a liquor store across the street. "You wait here." He went into the liquor store and soon came out with a package. They went upstairs and he tore off the brown paper wrapping. He had bought a bottle of brandy and a bottle of rye. They had drinks in tall water glasses.
She kissed him. "Want another screw before you go?"
"I don't think I could make it."
She touched the front of his pants. "Sure you can!"
"What's with you?"
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe the idea of a hot cock in me when I'm all bloody inside. It excites me." Her eyes became wild and she kissed him, her teeth bruising her lips. "I want you to fuck me."
He undressed her and put her on the bed. She was writhing crazily on the bed as he undressed.
She got rid of her sanitary belt and the soaked napkin. "Come on," she cried. "Give it to me."
He mounted her, his cock good and stiff. She took hold of it, pumped it a few times, then guided it to the entrance of her pussy. He thrust in deeply and her thighs wrapped themselves around his waist. She pumped with him, feeling his driving cock in her blood-wet pussy. She clawed at his chest, from nipple to nipple.
He moved in and out of her cunt hole. His throbbing cock pumped away, like part of a sex machine, well oiled, pistoning in and out.
He leaned his head downward and sucked her nipples. He was still sucking them when he exploded inside her bloody cunt.
She felt the rush of his sperm and she moved faster while his cock was still hard. She groaned and she reached nirvana, every nerve end in her body jingling.
They kissed and he started to get dressed.
She watched him from the bed, still naked. "Why don't you spend the night?" she invited.
He laughed and pushed his legs through his pants. "Have to get up early tomorrow. I won't be able to if I stay with you and you know it."
"We haven't exactly done everything," she said, a lewd look on her pretty face.
"There'll be other times." He paused. "Unless you take French leave. But that's your affair."
He was finished dressing. He gave her a hundred dollars. "That's a tip for being such a sweet gal."
"That's too much," she protested.
"Take it."
She walked with him to the door. She stayed in back of the door in case a neighbor walked by. "So long, kid." He walked out and she closed the door after him.
She got on the bed and counted all her money. She had close to two thousand dollars. She thoughtfully put her money away in a safe place.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next morning, Angela called Brenda. "Do you have something for me?" she asked.
"No," Brenda said slowly. "Mike just stopped by to pay me for your time. He sure must've liked you to keep you that long. I hope you have a return bout with him. We'll both end up rich!"
"Shall I call in later?"
"Yeah. This afternoon. I guess you haven't heard?"
"Heard what?" Angela's voice was cautious. "Kit is in the hospital."
Angela drew a sharp breath. "What happened?"
"I don't know. She was found in an alley last night. She was beaten. She's in Mercy Hospital in case you want to visit her."
There was a click and the line went dead. Angela hurried to Corky's room. The plump blonde was in the shower. She rang and rang till she heard the shower stop. "Who is it?" she heard Corky call out.
"Angela."
The door opened and Corky stood there dripping wet. "Hurry up inside before some neighbor sees me."
Angela darted in and Corky closed the door. "Have you heard about Kit?" Angela asked.
Corky's eyes were wary. "Yes, I heard."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. What did you hear?"
"Brenda just told me she's in the hospital. She was found in an alley last night. She'd been beaten."
"That's what I heard too," Corky said. She started to get dressed. She covered her white treasures with a peach-colored brassiere. She stepped into nylon panties.
"I'm going to the hospital," Angela said. "Want to come with me?"
Corky stared at Angela. "What do you want to do that for?"
"Didn't you ever visit anyone in the hospital before?"
Corky put on a pink dress. "Sure. But I never liked it."
"I feel like company." Angela paused. "Besides, you can keep an eye on me."
"That's not funny," Corky snapped.
Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Want to go with me or what?"
"Okay."
"You can bring along a tape recorder-"
"Oh, shut up," Corky said, annoyed.
They walked a block to the bus stop. There was a green bus that would take them past the hospital. They got on and sat in the back.
It was a sunny, pleasant day, not too hot. Corky smelled of gardenias. "Trying a new perfume?" Angela asked her.
"Yeah. Some joker I met a couple of days ago bought me a bottle of perfume. How does it smell?"
"It smells nice."
The hospital didn't smell as nice. It smelled of antiseptic, rubbing alcohol, and a few other smells Angela couldn't define. A girl in the information cage gave them Kit's room number. There was a bank of elevators in the lobby. The semi-automatic metal cage took them up to the floor they wanted. They walked down a white-ceilinged corridor till they found the room and Angela knocked. A soft voice told them to enter. They walked in slowly.
Kit was lying on her side, half her face bandaged. The visible half was very discolored from many bruises. Near the head of the bed was a metal table. On top of it was a plastic bottle of orange juice and an empty glass. There was a drawer half open and Angela could see a thermometer, a box of cotton balls, and a box of tissues.
Kit tried to move but Angela told her to relax. Corky brought over two chairs and they sat down. Kit seemed surprised to see Corky there.
"Can you talk?" asked Angela.
"Yes." Her voice was faint, weak.
"Who did this to you?"
Kit's alarmed eyes centered on Corky.
Angela was already regretting taking Corky along. It was obvious Kit was afraid of Corky.
"She won't talk while you're here," Angela told Corky.
Corky stiffened. "Is that why you wanted me here, to insult me?" Corky was angry and her eyes were blazing.
"No. I didn't know Kit would be afraid."
"I'll wait for you downstairs." Corky got up and walked out.
"What happened?" Angela asked Kit.
"Some men came to my hotel room. They showed me a gun and told me I had to go with them. They drove me to an alley and beat me."
"Is that all?" Angela asked. "What reason was there-"
"I was planning on leaving town," Kit said. "I guess Brenda found out about it."
"How were you planning to go?"
"I had train tickets. I guess someone saw me. I didn't tell anyone. They beat me and then they told me I'd better stay put. They found the tickets in my room and tore them up before they took me away."
"You poor kid. What are you going to do now?"
"What can I do? I was lucky, I guess.-There was a girl named Gilda who was caught at the bus depot. Brenda took her to a shack and twenty men had her, one after the other."
Angela didn't know whether to believe this or not. "You'd better not try to go away again," she advised Kit.
"I hate Brenda."
Angela touched Kit's hand. "I'll visit you again, soon." She stood up. "Do you need anything? Cigarettes?"
"No. Nothing."
Angela met Corky downstairs. There was a coffee shop in the back. They had eggs and onion rolls and coffee.
"Those bastards really gave her a working over," Angela said.
Corky didn't say anything.
"I wonder who squealed on her?" Angela wondered out loud.
"She was talking too much. I guess somebody was following her."
"You're not guessing."
They ate in silence.
"I didn't tell on her, if that's what you're drinking," Corky said as they left the coffee shop.
"I'm not thinking anything. All I know is I can't trust you."
Corky went downtown to do some shopping and Angela stopped by Brenda's place.
"I saw Kit," Angela said, sitting down in a button-tufted club chair and crossing her legs.
"Really?" Brenda lit a cigarette and spewed out blue-gray smoke. "How is she?"
"As well as could be expected."
Brenda kept her eyes on Brenda's face. "Did die tell you what had happened?"
"She said some men came to her hotel room and forced her to go with them at the point of a gun. They beat her up in an alley. It seems she bought some railroad tickets and they didn't seem to like that." Angela looked up at Brenda. "You play rough, don't you?"
"I'm not going to fence with you," Brenda said. She sat down, her cigarette dangling from her lips. It jerked as she spoke. "Kit knew the chances she was taking when she decided to scoot out of here. My girls don't leave home until I tell them to."
"What if I don't feel like being a love slave?" Angela asked.
"You saw what happened to Kit."
"Brenda, you're a no-good bitch."
Brenda jumped to her feet, her body rigid with anger. She leaned over and slapped Angela across the face. "Don't you ever talk like that to me again." Ashes fell from the end of her cigarette and landed on the carpet. Her eyes were steel-like, hard and glinting.
"I'll be careful next time," Angela intoned. "You'd better get the hell out of here. Go cool off." Brenda licked her lower lip. "No use our fighting like this. We won't get anywhere. Just do as you're told."
Angela got to her feet, her body moving cat-like, slowly, a thin grin on her face. "Shall I call you tomorrow morning?"
"If your period is finished."
"All right." Angela moved to the door. She looked back once at Brenda who was staring at her, and then walked out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Angela spent the following weekend with Lin and Bob Strong. It was Saturday night and Bob and Angela were in his bedroom while Lin was downstairs watching TV.
"You don't seem to have your heart in your work," Bob observed. They had just finished making love.
Then Angela told him about Kit. She told him everything.
Bob listened in silence. When she was finished, he said, "I suppose you're incensed by all this. I can't very well blame you. But there isn't much you can do about it."
"There's someone I know. I won't tell you his name. You'd think he wouldn't be scared of anyone. Well, I wanted him to help me get away from here. He refused. He has too much to lose he said."
"I hope you're not going to ask me for help."
"I guess that means you won't."
"You're putting me in an awkward position."
"I know. You depend on Brenda for girls," Angela said.
"You saw what happened to Kit," he said, "don't be a fool and find yourself in the same position. It's tough enough for a man to take a beating, but a girl. You can lose your looks."
"I'll figure a way out."
"I can only wish you luck," he said.
She cuddled up against him. "Bob, did you ever screw a girl when she was having her period?"
He was surprised at the question. "No, I never did. I tried to once with Lin, but she wasn't having any. She gets bad cramps when she has her periods and she isn't in the mood for sex. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason at all."
Idly, he touched her breasts. "Come on, I want to know."
"I was with a man recently. Brenda sent me to him because he loves to fuck girls when they're having their periods."
"Was it fun for you?"
"It was," Angela admitted. "I got terribly excited. And the way he was talking about it also got me excited."
"Next time you have your period," he said, "look me up. I think I'll try it."
She reached for his dick. She stiffened it with her fingers. "Feel like throwing it to me?"
He nodded his head. He kissed her breasts and felt her thighs and belly. She drew up one knee, exposing to his caresses the feminine pout between her white luscious thighs. She tingled with lust as he caressed her clitoris. He palmed her moist flesh, rubbed the throbbing mound.
Angela began to writhe shamelessly, her eyes half closed.
His lips descended, roamed at will over her flat belly, her deep navel, onto her pink thighs. His mouth came in contact with her most intimate charms and she gasped as she felt the invasion of his moist tongue inside her torrid cunt.
She uttered moans of pleasure. Her body was a mass of flames. Her pelvis moved up and down.
"Oh, oh, oh." She thought die would black out. She climaxed again and again.
His tongue tormented her, drove her insane.
She cried out as another climax shook her.
He climbed over her and she sucked in his throbbing manhood with her eager pussy. She scratched at his nipples to give him added pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me," she cried.
It was hectic, bewitching. She was turned on again. She pumped with him, feeling his prick moving in and out of her starved cunt.
"Fuck me hard," Angela cried.
His cock released his sperm and he flooded her with it.
She climaxed again when she felt the hot wetness of his come hit her cunt walls.
He stayed in her for a while. She felt his cock shriveling inside her. It was a nice feeling. Then he rolled off her.
They lay quiet, both drowsy, both jaded.
Angela tried not to think about Kit. She knew she had to be smarter than Kit. Hell, she on his balls and he came in her mouth. She gulped down every single drop.
She sat on his chest and closed her hands over his ears. "Suck my pussy," she ordered.
His tongue was bold, daring, wet, and rigid. He swished it about touching her sensitized vaginal walls. Angela threw her head back and wiggled her hips. Flames of passion touched every nerve end in her white, squirming body. She skidded over the brink of passion and her cunt juices flowed onto his lips and tongue.
She cuddled against him. "Now we can really sleep!" she said.
The next afternoon at the swimming pool, Lin announced that she wanted to go to town to buy a few things. She asked Angela if she cared to go with her.
"It's Sunday. All the stores are closed," Bob interrupted.
"There are some stores open," Lin said.
"I'd love to go," Angela said.
They went upstairs to change into street clothes. Lin was wearing a French-blue dress and had a strand of baroque pearls around her slim, lovely throat.
Lin drove into town. Angela was sitting in the passenger side smoking a filter tip cigarette.
The stores were closed.
"What did you expect to find?" Angela asked, curiously.
"A good Chinese restaurant."
Lin parked and they walked into a small but tastefully furnished Chinese restaurant. A waiter showed them to a table. The place was half full. Lin order shrimp in lobster sauce and roast pork.
The waiter brought a pot of tea and cups. Lin shoveled in sugar, stirred the pot with a spoon, and filled the cups.
"You knew the stores were closed," Angela said.
"Of course."
"What's the idea?"
"I wanted to talk to you." Lin sipped her tea.
"What about?"
"You and Bob were talking about something last night," Lin said. "He discussed it with me this morning. I'm afraid for you, Angela."
"Don't worry about me."
"I want to help you."
Angela sipped her tea. "I don't want you to get into trouble on my account."
"I want to help you," Lin repeated.
The waiter came with the shrimp and the roast pork. He set plates in front of them and went away.
Lin filled their plates with shrimp and sauce. "How can you help me?" Angela asked. "There is always a way. We will find it. But you must not tell Bob, do you understand?"
"You mean he won't approve?"
"Yes."
"What do we do?"
"We wait till the right time, you understand?"
Angela soaked a shrimp in the sauce and put it in her mouth. It tasted fine, tart. "Why do you want to do this?"
"I like you. It is as simple as that."
"How...." Angela paused. She thoughtfully ate another shrimp.
"How can you trust me?" Lin laughed. "What can I gain by lying to you?"
"All right."
"You will give me your phone number. You will always have one suitcase packed at all times. When you depart, it will be with that one suitcase. You understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
Lin started on the roast pork. "You must try this. It is delicious. The edges are crisp."
"It is good," Angela conceded.
They finished their meal and Lin smoked a long cigarette in a jade holder. "It is good to relax after a meal," the Chinese girl said.
"You must have some plan in mind," Angela said.
"A germ of a plan. It will grow. Remember this, once you are outside the city limits you will be safe."
"I won't feel safe till I'm out of the state," Angela said with feeling.
"You must act like nothing is out of the ordinary," Lin said. "You understand? Brenda must not suspect anything. She is already suspicious of you, believes you are looking to get away."
"How right she is!"
"You must not say anything of this to anyone," Lin cautioned.
"I'm not exactly stupid."
"Even Bob."
Angela nodded her head to show she understood.
Lin insisted on paying the check.
When they got back to the estate, Bob wanted to see what Lin had bought.
"Everything was closed," she told him.
"Ha! I told you so."
"But we had a delicious lunch at Foo Song's."
"I think you girls just wanted to get away, alone, so you could let your hair down. Women. Never will understand them."
"That's what makes us so provocative," Angela grinned.
"You girls want to go for a dip in the pool?" he asked.
Lin negated the idea. She put an arm around Angela's waist. "You will please excuse us?"
Bob laughed as he watched them go into the house.
Upstairs in Lin's room Lin started undressing Angela. "You stay put. Let me do it." She removed all of Angela's garments till the blonde was stark naked.
While Angela made herself comfortable on the bed, Lin took off her clothes. She had a slim, virginal body, ivory tinted, with boyish hips and long slender thighs.
Angela slowly caressed Lin's breasts. They were like two small pearls. The nipples were tiny like they belonged to a child. They were tinted maize. She licked at the nipples and they grew stiff. Lin closed her eyes and her mouth parted, showing her pearl-like teeth. Her lips were the color of blood roses. Her throat was slender and long like a column of old ivory. Angela closed her mouth over a nipple and sucked hard on it.
Lin moaned. "Oh, oh, oh. Ummmmmm."
Angela was getting excited herself. She rubbed her pussy against Lin's hip.
Lin's breathing was jagged.
Angela breathed in the fragrance of sandalwood. Her hand went down the length of Lin's smooth body, over the flat belly, the decorative navel, onto the pagoda of lust. Her fingers dipped into the well of passion and Lin groaned.
Angela's mouth soon followed the path her hand had just taken. She kissed Lin's belly and dipped her tongue into the navel. Her fingers came away from Lin's pussy and soon her mouth was tasting the nectar that leaked from the Chinese girl's cunt.
She licked across the surface of her pussy, found the erect bud and caressed it with her unyielding tongue. She cupped her tight buttocks and held on as she sucked at the sweet pussy, drawing off her luscious cream that flowed from the throbbing cunt.
"Arghhhh!" Lin groaned and her body moved frantically. Her thighs were long columns of motion as they rubbed against Angela's shoulders.
Angela feasted on the flesh, licked, nibbled, sucked. She kept at it like a wolverine, tasting the flesh of the girl.
Lin cried out as her body jerked to completion.
After Lin rested a while, she reciprocated.
She caressed Angela's full breasts, sucked on the crispy nipples and her mouth wandered down to taste the body nectar. She kissed the natal lips, sucked on the clitoris.
Angela was in seventh heaven. She climbed skyward, soaring like a rocket. She came several times before Lin finally took her mouth away from Angela's wet pussy.
"Shall we go down to dinner?" Lin asked.
"I already had mine," Angela said, grinning.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Angela shook her head. "No."
"Then keep us company."
"Sure thing."
They dressed and went down. Bob and Lin ate on the patio. Angela settled for a peach soaked in champagne.
Angela was feeling marvelous. She had a feeling she could trust Lin. It had been a memorable weekend. She was going to miss Lin if die was able to get away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lin drove Angela into the city the next morning. Before Angela got out of the car, Lin touched her hand. "You remember exactly what I told you?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Angela got out and Lin drove away.
Angela went upstairs to her room. She showered and relaxed naked on the bed.
She took a nap and called in to Brenda.
"I may have something for you later," Brenda told her. "You stay put till I call you."
"Okay."
"You sound cheerful."
"Why not? It's a lovely day."
"You like being with the Strongs, don't you?"
"Who wouldn't? Good food, good companions, swell surroundings. I love their pool."
"I want my girls to have fun," Brenda said. "I'll call you later." She hung up.
Angela replaced the receiver on its cradle.
She got off the bed, and still naked, she packed a suitcase with a few essentials and the cash she had. She put the suitcase in her closet and went back to bed with a magazine.
It was two hours later when Brenda called.
"Her name is Vera Beldon," Brenda said. "She lives at 445 Granger Road and she's expecting you."
"Right. I'm on my way."
A lesbian, Angela thought, getting into her clothes.
She went down and hailed a cab and gave him the address.
Vera seemed embarrassed when she opened the door for Angela. She was a full-bosomed woman of thirty with red hair. She had on a loose robe.
"You're very lovely," she said shyly.
"Thanks," Angela replied.
Vera led the way into the bedroom. She sat on the bed. "I've never done this before," she explained to Angela.
"Never done what before?" Angela asked, puzzled.
"Maybe I'd better explain," Vera said. "I'm married. I'm just a housewife. A neglected housewife. I've been married for seven years and I guess that old feeling wore off-on my husband's part, that is."
"I think I understand," said Angela.
"I ... I needed someone. I was afraid of going with a man. I've never known any man, except for my husband. Someone gave me Brenda's number and I talked with her. I just wanted some ... satisfaction. She sent you."
"I'll take care of your needs," Angela promised, getting undressed.
When she was naked, she said, "It's no good unless you strip."
Shyly, Vera removed her robe.
"Your husband must be a kook to neglect you," Angela said. Vera had good, solid breasts without any sag. They were very full, rounded, with crimson nipples. "You just lay back and I'll take care of you."
Vera settled in the middle of the bed, on her back.
Angela sat up on the bed. "Your husband needs a lesson," she said. "Get yourself a lover. It'll serve him right."
She put her hands on the woman's breasts. They were smooth; the skin had a fine texture. She massaged the breasts.
Vera trembled as she felt Angela's hands on her tits. She closed her eyes as Angela worked on the nipples. Soon the nipples were stiff with desire.
"What are you going to do to me?" Vera whispered.
"I'm going to make love to you, baby," Angela said. She bent her head and started to kiss Vera's tits.
Vera started to moan.
Angela licked at the nipples. She ran her fingers down Vera's soft body to the rounded thighs. She caressed the inner thighs and Vera spread her legs, giving access to her most secret flesh. Angela caressed the hairy mound and searched for the cleft. She found it and caressed the inner lips.
Vera's love tunnel was dry. Angela poked her fingers inside and rubbed softly against the walls. Her lips traveled down the woman's body to the soft belly. She licked near the edge of the forest.
"Are you going to kiss me down there?" Vera whispered.
"Yes."
"I've never had that before."
Angela sought out the open cleft with her tongue. She ran her hands up the soft body to the heavy breasts.
As die tweaked the stiff nipples, her mouth came in contact with Vera's starved pussy. Her tongue wandered inside and the shock made Vera gasp.
Then she started to whimper as Angela licked at the clitoris. The pussy began to leak love juice. Angela took in the erect bud and sucked on it as she twisted Vera's nipples.
"Oh, that's marvelous," Vera whimpered. She kept her eyes closed during the entire performance.
Angela licked and sucked on the spongy female flesh. She twisted and rolled the nipples.
This new sensation was driving Vera insane. She tossed and turned, her body a wild volcano. She whimpered and sobbed.
Angela nibbled on the flesh. She feasted like one who hadn't had pussy in ages. She gave her all for Vera's benefit.
Vera came several times before Angela let up on her.
"I never thought that could be so wonderful," Vera said, hugging Angela to her. "Part of the service."
"I don't think I could have let a man near me," Vera confided.
"Your hubby deserves it if you cheat on him," Angela said. "He probably cheats on you."
"I suppose he does," Vera said. "He has plenty of opportunity."
"Well, just call Brenda if you want me again."
"I will. Oh, I will." Vera got out of bed and put on her robe.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Sure," said Angela.
Angela got dressed and went into the kitchen. She sat down at the formica-topped table and they had coffee and rolls and butter.
"I didn't know if I would be able to go through with it," Vera said, buttering a roll. "I was scared when you came."
"I saw," Angela told her.
"But I'm glad you came. It was wonderful."
"Your husband never went down on you?" Angela wanted to know.
"No, he never did. I ... I never suggested it. I knew about such things, but I never had any desire to try it. I don't think Harold would have done it, even if I'd wanted it."
"I bet he does it to his girl friends."
"You don't really think that?"
"Why not?" Angela drank some of her coffee. "A lot of men won't do it for their wives but they will for their mistresses."
"I can't imagine Harold doing something like that," Vera mused. "He acts so straight-laced."
"Did you ever kiss his penis?"
Vera looked shocked. "Of course not!"
"Okay, okay. Don't jump down my throat."
"I suppose I'm behind the times," Vera said. "You'll catch up."
"Not with Harold," she said wisely.
"No, I guess not."
"One of my neighbor's husbands is always giving me the eye," Vera said, almost proudly. "He's a terribly handsome man. But I'd be afraid to start something with him. What if someone saw us? The whole neighborhood would know."
"That's being smart," Angela said. "Never fool around close to home. Go to another backyard."
"I talk a lot, but I know I'll never be able to do anything," Vera said sadly. She poured fresh coffee into their cups.
"You've a great shape," Angela said. "You have magnificent breasts. Any man would be happy to spend bedtime with you."
Vera Mushed.
"Maybe your husband is queer?"
Vera opened her eyes in shock. "Oh, no, not Harold. He married me, didn't he? Homosexuals don't marry girls."
"Sometimes they do. As a cover," said Angela.
"Harold isn't queer! I'm sure of that!" Angela shrugged her shoulders. It didn't matter to her one way or the other.
"Are you married?"
Angela was surprised at the question. "Most call girls aren't married," she pointed out.
"I heard that some married women go out cm calls to bring in extra money," Vera said.
"Well, I'm not married. I was never married."
"Did you ever think of marriage?"
"No. Never gave it any thought."
"Want some more coffee?" Vera asked.
"It'll be coming out of my ears soon."
Vera looked shy. "Do you think we have time for another...."
Angela laughed. "Why, sure."
They went back to the bedroom. Vera took off her robe and Angela undressed. Vera lay on her back, her knees up and apart.
Angela decided to add to Vera's knowledge. "Turn over."
"What?"
"Turn over."
"But...."
"Flop over on your belly," Angela said.
Vera flopped.
Angela started at the space between Vera's shoulder blades. She made tight little circles with her tongue. Then her tongue ran down Vera's spine, onto the jutting ass. She kissed the buttocks. She pried apart Vera's buttocks and her tongue ran up and down the humid cavern.
"Oh, oh, oh," Vera moaned.
Angela's tongue forced its way into the humid anus and Vera gasped.
Angela entertained Vera this novel way for several minutes. She licked and sucked at the asshole. Then die told Vera to turn over.
Vera turned, her eyes glazed.
Angela went after the cunt. She licked it out thoroughly. Then die concentrated on the clitoris.
Vera moaned and whimpered. Her body moved every which way, out of control. She clutched at Angela's ears, her pelvis moving up and down.
"Ummmmm," die moaned. "Oh, oh, oh!"
Tiny explosions ripped at Vera's squirming body. She gasped and grunted, moaned and whimpered. She came several times. Spasms shook her to the core.
Angela drank the nectar of her body.
"That was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me," Vera said later when Angela was dressing.
"If a woman can't get what she wants from her husband," Angela said, "then she has every right to go elsewhere."
"I'll remember that," Vera said. "Uh, do I tip you or what?" She looked embarrassed.
"That's up to you."
"Is five dollars all right?"
"Sure," Angela said.
"I'm new at this."
"Don't apologize," Angela said. "You're okay, Vera." She kissed the woman on the cheek and left.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
It was on a Thursday.
Angela spent the afternoon with Kit. She had gone this time without Corky. Kit was feeling much better.
"I expect to be out of the hospital in a couple of days," she announced happily.
"I'll bet the bills have piled up."
"Oh, that's okay," Kit said. "Brenda is taking care of them."
"That's nice of her."
"She's been here to see me a couple of times," Kit said.
"Again, that's nice of her." Angela lit a cigarette. "I suppose you're going back to her?"
"I ... ,I don't have much choice, do I? Besides, she's been swell to me."
"Sure, Kit. Sure. When you can't lick 'em, join 'em."
"Let's not talk about Brenda. What have you been doing?"
"The same," Angela said. "Fucking and sucking."
Kit giggled.
It was late afternoon and Brenda called Angela. "I made an appointment for you. John Ericson. He's at the Glenwood Hotel. Know where that is?"
"Yes."
"Okay. He's a traveling salesman so watch out for his jokes," Brenda chortled and hung up.
Angela was about to leave when the phone rang again. It was Lin.
"I have to meet you."
"Not now," Angela said. "I have a date."
"When then?"
"How about this evening?"
"Very good," Lin said. "Remember that Chinese restaurant we went to?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there. About seven?"
"Okay."
Angela went down and hailed a cab.
John Ericson was a bull of a man. He stripped Angela of her clothes and dumped her on the bed. He tore off his clothes.
"Slow up," Angela said.
He gripped her head and brought it down to his monstrous cock. "Blow me," he commanded.
Angela cupped his tremendous balls and gripped his cock at the base. She started licking his instrument. She used her lips steadily and rhythmically. At the end of each downward stroke her tongue twisted about him in a hard, pressing motion.
She gave him little bites and his agonizing groans were heavy and loud. Suddenly she had an urge to feel his tremendous cock in her pussy. She swung her body around and straddled him, letting his cock sink into her. She saw his face was etched with lust and pleasure.
She moved up and down, her tits dancing on her chest. She took his hands and put them on her globes. He squeezed them and pinched the nipples. He moved with her, driving his rod in and out of her cunt.
Strangling noises were coming from his throat. His fingers dug deeply into her breasts, hurting her. His cock jerked spasmodically and he flooded her pussy with his come juice. Angela had thought he would never stop.
"Did you make it, baby?" he asked her.
"Uh huh," she lied.
"You sure? I can tell."
"No," she admitted.
"You just lay back then, baby." He went to get a wash cloth and washed her pussy. Then he went down on it. He sucked her cunt till she screamed and climaxed in his mouth. He was surprisingly good at it.
"Ever had a cock in your ass?" he asked her later.
Angela remembered the size of his rod when it was elongated. "No," she said. "I'd be afraid to."
"Okay, baby, it was just an idea."
"Next time insist on Brenda," Angela said. "She loves a good stiff prick in her ass. Especially one your size. It'll probably tear her apart, but she'll love it. She'll fight it at first, but once it's in there, she'll scream with joy."
"Oh yeah?"
"Just don't tell her what you have in mind," Angela said. "Just turn her over and give it to her."
"I'll remember that."
"Will you be staying in town long?"
"About a week," John said.
"Then you'll find the time to have her."
"Don't worry," he chortled. "I'll have her. Thanks for telling me. Sometimes I got the feeling she was scared of my cock because it's so damn big."
"Did you ever have her?"
"Yeah, once. After that she always sent someone else, giving me some excuse when I asked for her."
"You just insist on her," Angela advised. "She'll come. Business is business."
He tipped her five dollars and she was on her way.
She sat on a park bench admiring the pigeons. Then she took a bus that dropped her off at the restaurant and she found Lin inside.
They ate a good dinner of wonton soup, spare ribs, shrimp and fried rice, tea and golden limes.
Lin sat back and placed a cigarette in her jade holder. "Your suitcase is ready?" she asked. "Yes," Angela said breathlessly.
"Just one suitcase. You must travel light." Angela nodded her head. She understood.
"Tomorrow morning you will get a call from Brenda," Lin said. "She will give you an address to go to. Instead, you will meet me downtown in front of Forbes Department Store. You understand?"
"Yes."
"Just get in. Then we drive."
"A mad dash for the border," Angela said. "Like an Errol Flynn movie."
"Yes. Brenda will think you're with a customer while we drive out of the city."
"Who's this customer I'm supposed to be with?" Angela asked, sipping some tea. It was cold.
"A friend. He owes me a favor."
"He'll have to call Brenda after a while when I don't show up," Angela said, "or Brenda will suspect him."
"He will find a good excuse for delaying the call," Lin said. "Perhaps you were held up in traffic. We will have two hours at least to get you away. "
"I still don't know why you're doing all this."
"I will explain tomorrow."
"Think we can get some more tea? This pot is cold."
Lin called over the waiter and he took the pot away.
"You're a funny one," Lin said.
"Who me?" Angela grinned. "I thought you were the funny one."
"You have the chance to make much money but you don't want to be tied down. I thought Americans don't care."
"What gave you that idea?"
"Money means everything to them. Look at my husband. He associates with people he doesn't care for because of business reasons."
"It takes all kinds," Angela said.
"I suppose so."
"Here comes our tea."
Lin spooned in sugar. "If we were caught it will go badly for you. Not for me. They will not harm me."
"I'll take the chance."
Lin smiled at Angela. "Bob and I will miss you."
"You're sure he doesn't know about this?" asked Angela.
"He does not know."
"I think you're a brave woman."
Lin brushed the compliment aside with a delicate hand.
"Yes, you are."
Lin drove Angela to a bus stop and went home.
The bus took Angela to the boarding house. She opened the door and snapped on the lights. She had a good dress in the cleaners, but that would be a minor sacrifice. She stripped down to bra and panties and relaxed on the bed.
There was a knock on her door and she admitted Corky.
"I tried to get in before but the door was locked," Corky complained. She sat down in the easy chair.
"A bad habit I have," Angela said, "locking doors."
"Have you seen Kit?"
"I saw her this afternoon."
"I'd go see her again, but after last time...." Corky shrugged her shoulders.
"Want a drink?"
"I could use one."
Angela found the bottle of wine. "Let's finish it up." She drank from the neck of the bottle and gave it to Corky.
Corky tilted it and took a swig. Some of it ran down her throat.
"It's been some time since we were together," Corky said, her eyes straying over Angela's body.
"We'll get together soon," Angela said. "Maybe tomorrow night."
"What's wrong with right now?"
"I'm not in the mood for it. Besides, I'm sore down there. Had a bull by the name of John Ericson. I never saw such a tremendous prick. He should carry it in a sling."
Corky laughed. "You sound like the Angela I first met," she said. "I'm glad you're rid of those foolish notions."
"So am I," Angela said softly.
"I wish we could get together right now." Corky put her hand on Angela's tits. She squeezed them. "Come on. Just a little bit. Let me blow you."
"I told you I was sore down there."
"I'll soothe it," Corky said. "With my tongue."
Angela knew she wouldn't get rid of the plump girl unless she gave in to her. "Okay. But you'll do all the work. Then you'll have to beat it. I want to get some sleep."
"Sure. You'd sleep better."
Angela took off her bra and panties and lay back, her legs spread wide. She saw Corky take off her clothes and then watched her approach the bed. She felt Corky's hands on her naked breasts and a thrill shot through her. Corky's lips fastened to her left nipple and she moaned. She reached and felt Corky's heavy breasts.
Corky's mouth traveled south and soon she was licking at the area around Angela's decorative navel. She played with Angela's pussy, working at the erect bud. She soon was licking at the tender flesh of the inside thighs.
Angela's head was tossing from side to side, her hair a blond Niagara. "Blow me, blow me," she moaned. "Please. Make me come."
Corky's lips darted to the target area. She licked across the surface of Angela's cunt. She dove in, licked at the vaginal walls. She found the tender soft clitoris and she sucked on it while her hands cupped Angela's buttocks.
"Ummmmm. Arghhh. OH. OH!" Angela was grunting crazily. She was in the throes of passion.
Lust beat at her with tiny jackhammer blows. She swiveled her hips, rotated them. She groaned and whimpered. "Arghhhh!" She tossed crazily and she climbed the summit of her passion and reached the peak.
She screamed as she came.
Corky let her tongue stay inside the leaking pussy for a while, tasting the elixir of come juice. Then she settled back. "Did you like it?" she asked, touching Angela's tits.
"Simply marvelous. It made me so sleepy."
"I wish you could do something for me," Corky said.
"Honey, I told you, you'd be doing all the work."
"We have a date for tomorrow night then?" Corky asked eagerly.
"Yes, baby. Tomorrow night."
"Maybe I can stay all night?"
"That will be nice," Angela smiled.
Corky got off the bed and dressed. She kissed Angela on the lips and went to her own room.
Angela looked at the bottle of wine. It was empty. She made sure her door was locked, shut off the lights, and went back to bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The phone woke Angela from a deep sleep. In a sleep-filled voice she answered. She felt like she had a mouth full of cotton. It was Brenda. "Are you awake?" Brenda asked.
Angela sat up. "Yes. What is it?"
"I have a call." She gave Angela the name and address. "He specifically asked for you. I guess you're getting famous."
"I'll get right over there."
"And call me when you're finished. I have an afternoon date for you."
"Okay," Angela said and hung up. She washed her face and put on her clothes. She took her suitcase out of the closet and made sure her money was intact. Then she left and took a cab downtown.
She saw Lin's car in front of Forbes Department Store and got in, tossing her suitcase in the back seat. Lin took off.
The sun was blinding. Angela searched in her purse for sunglasses and put them on. Lin concentrated on her driving, her eyes watching the pavement disappear beneath her front wheels.
Angela lit a cigarette and settled back, trying to relax. But it was no good. She was too nervous.
She looked in the rear view mirror to see if they were being followed. They weren't.
Soon they were out of the city limits.
They were on the highway going north. They passed farmhouses, cows grazing in fields, and telephone poles.
The sun was keeping up with them. It was a hot yellow-lemon sun. Angela was sweating, but she didn't think it was from the heat.
Her dress was clinging to her. She pulled it away from her sides and her bosom.
There was a fork in the road. Lin drove right and went five miles before stopping at the bus depot.
They got out and Angela bought tickets that would take her to the next state. They waited on a dusty wood bench for the bus.
"You're safe now," Lin said.
"I just don't know how to thank you."
"There is no need for that. I'm glad I was able to help you. Do you need any money?" Lin was opening her purse.
"Oh, no," Angela said. "I have plenty."
"You wanted to know why I'm helping you," Lin said. "When I was fourteen in China, my father sold me to a brothel. We were very poor. Also, women are not as important as men in China. I know what it is to be held in bondage."
"I see."
Lin pressed Angela's hand with her long slender fingers. "You will not forget me?"
"Not in a million years."
They sat like that, in silence, till they heard the roar of the bus. It came around a curve and soon it was parked at the platform where two men and a woman got off.
Lin and Angela, walked to the bus and Angela got on. She looked at Lin and then gave the driver her ticket. She carried her suitcase to the back of the bus and sat down.
The bus started up.
Angela looked back and waved at Lin.
The Chinese girl waved back.
Lin stopped waving when the bus was out of sight. She put a cigarette in her jade holder and lit it with a silver lighter.
She walked slowly to her car and got in. She made a tight U-turn and started back.
The sun was hot on her face.
She thought of Angela and her bed sessions with the blonde. She would not soon forget Angela.
She wondered what the girl she and Bob were having the next weekend would look like.
She hoped the girl would be a blonde.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Corky rubbed her face where Brenda's palm had just landed. "Why blame me?" she wailed. "It isn't my fault."
"You were supposed to keep an eye on her," Brenda stormed, her face rigid with anger.
"Was I supposed to watch her twenty-four horns a day?" Corky asked. "What was I supposed to do? Go into the bathroom with her every time she had to take a crap?"
Brenda pounded her left palm with her right fist. "Somebody helped her. Angela couldn't have gotten away by herself. There had to be somebody else. But who?"
"Where did she go to?" Corky asked.
"Who knows? And who cares? She's probably in another state by now. That bitch. ' That ungrateful bitch!"
"What are you going to do?"
"What can I do?" Brenda said. "Do you think I'm going to knock myself out looking for her? To hell with her. But I'd sure like to know who helped her."
"What about the john who asked for her?"
"He's clean. I've known him for some time.
He wouldn't pull a fast one. Why should he? Besides, he came highly recommended from the Strongs. So that lets him out."
"Well, you can't blame me," Corky said.
"Did you expect me to go with her on her calls? She would have balked and the johns wouldn't have liked it. So don't blame...."
"Okay, okay. Just shut up."
Corky sulked in an overstuffed club chair. "When is Kit coming out of the hospital?"
"I think tomorrow," Corky said.
"You're not doing anything," Brenda said. "Drive me over there. My car is around the corner.
"What if someone should call while I'm out?" Corky asked. "I've been away from my place too long."
"Stop whining. I'll slip you a twenty later."
"Okay."
They went down, turned the corner, and got into Brenda's car, Corky behind the wheel.
Corky started the car and it shot away from the corner. She put the car in second gear.
"She must have traveled light," Brenda said. "Most of her clothes were in her room. And she had money coming. I'm surprised she didn't ask me for it. I guess she figured I'd get suspicious."
"Too bad her clothes don't fit me," Corky said. "She was a classy dresser. I'm tempted to go on a diet just to be able to wear her clothes. That green frock...."
"Oh shut up!"
Corky parked across the street from the hospital.
Brenda got out. "You coming with me?"
"I'd better stay here."
"Suit yourself."
Brenda entered the lobby, took the elevator up. Kit was sitting up reading a magazine. The bandages had been removed from her face. The swelling had gone down and the discolorations had lightened.
Brenda sat down at the side of the bed and crossed her legs. "I guess you haven't heard the latest. Angela skipped."
Kit put the mag down. "What do you mean?"
"She took French leave. She beat it."
"You're kidding?"
"No, I'm not," Brenda growled. "That ungrateful bitch. She even had dough coming to her. She didn't even bother to collect it. She took one suitcase. Most of her clothes she left behind. Wanted to travel light, I guess. That bitch. Oh, well. So she's gone. But somebody helped her to get away. She didn't make it on her own. I can't see how. "
"You don't know where she went to?"
"No," Brenda said bitterly. "She didn't leave a forwarding address, and I won't look for her."
"If you find her," Kit said slowly, "you could give her a good beating."
Brenda looked at Kit. "Don't be funny. Or sarcastic."
"Is that why you came here, to tell me the good news?"
"I was wondering if you had heard something?"
"No," Kit said. "This is the first I heard about it."
"Somebody helped her," Brenda mused. "Did she ever discuss something like this?"
"Something like what?"
"You know what I'm talking about," Brenda snapped.
"No, she never said anything about skipping out," Kit said. "Why would she tell me anyway? I work for you, remember? She'd be afraid I'd tell you."
"Yeah," Brenda grunted. "Afraid. Maybe."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," said Brenda. "I'd like to know who helped her. Maybe some john. But I don't think so."
"Maybe some man fell in love with her and they skipped out together?" Kit suggested.
"That does sound romantic, doesn't it?" Brenda sneered. "But I don't think so. It looks like there's nothing I can do."
"I'm getting a bit tired," Kit said, yawning. She lay back and covered herself with the sheet. "I have to take a nap."
"Yeah, sure." Brenda got up. "You'll be out tomorrow, I heard. That's good. No more stupid notions, understand?"
Kit stared at Brenda.
Brenda walked to the door, opened it. "Brenda," Kit called.
"What?"
"I'm glad she's gone."
Brenda walked out, slammed the door behind her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
"It seems that girl we liked so well took off," Bob Strong told his wife that evening in the living room. They had just finished dinner and were having coffee laced with brandy.
"You mean Angela?"
"Yes. Brenda came around to see me this afternoon. She told me. She thought maybe I knew something about it. She was grasping at straws, admitted it. She said she knows we wouldn't have a hand in something like that. She apologized all over the place for coming. I guess she doesn't want to offend us. We're good customers."
"What did she tell you?" Lin asked, sipping brandy and coffee. She had on a hostess gown. Her black hair was tightly combed over her well-shaped skull.
"Nothing very much," Bob said. "She had a call with some man but never showed up. She just disappeared, taking one suitcase with her. Brenda believes somebody helped her."
"Who?"
Bob shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea," he said. "Brenda doesn't know and asked me if I knew and that's what I told her. My exact words. I have no idea. She just upped and left. I didn't think she would. I knew she didn't like the idea of being tied to Brenda against her will. I didn't think she would do anything about it. She's a plucky girl. If she hadn't made it, some thugs would have beaten hell out of her."
"Well, it's not our problem."
"I know. I just thought you'd be interested."
"I will miss her," Lin said.
"So will I. She was good screwin'."
"Yes. She did everything well."
"Yeah," Bob grinned. "She did everything well."
"Brenda will find someone else."
"Not like Angela," Bob said.
"No, not like Angela," Lin agreed.
"You kinda went for her, didn't you?"
"I ... liked her," Lin admitted.
"You like them all," her husband said. "But you had a particular fondness for this one, didn't you?"
Lin shrugged her delicate shoulders.
"Come off it," Bob said.
"All right," Lin said. "Yes, I liked her very much. There was something about that girl that appealed to me. I am not talking about the sexual part of it. She was excellent in that department, I admit. No one could ask for a better love partner in bed. But there was something else, too. How can I explain it? She had class. She was better than the average girl one got from Brenda. Do you understand, Bob?"
"I think I do."
"I had a strong affection for Angela. It would have been nice if she could have lived with us. But that was impossible, no? Brenda would have raised a storm."
"Now we don't have her altogether."
"But she is free," Lin said.
"Yeah. Free."
"Like a bird," Lin said.
Bob laughed. "Till she gets tied down to another madam like Brenda. Angela is a prostitute. Don't you understand, Lin?"
Lin's eyes were dark and mysterious. Her high cheek bones were exotic. Her lips curved in a smile. "You don't think much of prostitutes, Bob?"
"I love them," Bob laughed. "I love them all. But I wouldn't marry one."
"And I thought you were a liberal man?" Lin mocked.
"I'm as liberal as the next man," Bob said. "And how liberal is that?"
Bob laughed again. "Don't pin me down, baby."
"I won't. Bob, I love you very much. You know that, don't you?"
"Sure, I know it. And I love you."
They drank their brandies mixed with coffee.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
"So she won that much cash, did she?" Brenda said. She was sitting in Mike Cotta's office.
The bid man picked up a jangling phone on his desk. "Yeah?" he growled. "Listen, those kind of tips I don't need. They're a dime a dozen." He slammed the phone down. "Yeah," he spoke to Brenda. "She won that much dough. So what? Is there a law against it? Gambling is legal in this state, remember?"
"That's why she didn't collect the dough she had coming to her," Brenda exclaimed. "Smart bitch."
"Now that?" Mike growled. "This is an office, Brenda. I'm pretty busy."
"Keep your jockey strap on," Brenda snapped. "I'll only be a few minutes. I told you what happened."
"Yeah. One of your floosies skipped. So okay. Why wet your pants about it? Forget it."
"Forget it? Like hell I'll forget it."
"What do you want me to do?" Mike said, "Cry with you?"
"Did she talk to you about skipping out?"
"No," Mike said.
"Somebody helped her."
"And you think I did?"
"No, I didn't say that. I don't know who helped her. I'm trying to find out."
Mike blew out his breath. "What would you do if you did find out? Shoot him ... or her?" Brenda's eyes grew dark with anger. "I'll make him wish he'd never meddled in my affairs," she said darkly.
"That's up to you. I told you all I know. We went to this gambling house and she won a few bucks. We danced and drank. We didn't talk about her skipping out. Look, Brenda, if you annoy all your customers, you'll only loose them."
"Yes, you're right. But I'm so incensed about this-" She made fists of her hands and the nails bit into the palms.
"Won't do you any good to get your balls in an uproar."
"I'll quiet down ... after a few months." Brenda was bitter and didn't care if it showed. "Don't you understand? If I let Angela get away with this, the other girls will get the same idea."
"That's not my problem," Mike said. "And you're talking too much. You don't expect to get sympathy by keeping your girls under an iron thumb, do you? If all your johns found out, you'd loose most of them. So stop talking so much. You're cutting your own throat."
"Yeah." Brenda bit her lip. "I hadn't thought about that."
"Well, think, damn it. Now do me a big favor and get the hell out of here. If my boss should walk in and find you-"
"He's a customer of mine."
"That's nice. He still wouldn't like it. I have work to do."
"Okay." Brenda got to her feet. "If you hear somebody boasting about helping Angela-"
"I won't be hearing anything like that," he said pointedly. "What do you take me for? A rat?"
"Okay, Mike. I'm sorry I bothered you."
"Now blow."
Brenda went down and had an early dinner. She called Corky and they met in a bar on Devonshire Road. They had Orange Blossoms.
"It has to narrow down to the customers Angela saw while she was working for me," Brenda said.
"Did you talk to them?"
"Some of them. Mike said something that made sense. I can't make too big an issue of this. If it gets around that I keep ... a firm hand on the girls, some of the johns might not like it. I may even lose some business."
"What are you going to do?" Corky asked. "Not much I can do. Forget the whole thing."
"No kidding?"
Brenda scowled. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"I guess not."
"I'm not so keen on letting some son-of-a-bitch get away with this, but what can I do? I can't ruin myself."
"What makes you think she had help?"
"She must have had help," Brenda insisted. "Maybe it was from someone who doesn't like you?"
"That narrows the field down, doesn't it?" Brenda said, sarcasm etching her voice.
Corky shrugged. "I'm only trying to help."
"Okay, okay. Look, I'm still upset. But I'll get over it. I just hate the idea of some joker making an ass out of me."
They had another round of Orange Blossoms.
"Who was the last john Angela saw?" Corky asked.
"John Ericson."
"Oh, him!"
"Yeah," Brenda said. "That idiot who's built like a bull."
"Maybe that's what decided Angela to take off," Corky said. She giggled. "I heard-"
"Never mind what you heard," Brenda said, repressing a smile. "I know he's got a big cock. So what?"
"Maybe this John Ericson helped her," Corky suggested. "Maybe he was leaving town and he took her with him."
"It's an idea."
"Do you have his number?"
"It's at my apartment," Brenda said. "I'll hop over and get it. Then I'll call and see if he's there. If he isn't, then it may be him that helped her. I know he's supposed to stay in town for about a week or two. He could have gotten orders suddenly to take off to another town."
"Can't hurt to call."
"Yeah. We'll have another round of drinks. Listen, Corky, are you busy or what?"
"Why?"
"You can stick around. Maybe I need a shoulder to cry on. If you could lose some weight, I'd get you some customers."
"I've tried diets. Nothing helps. No will power, I guess. I'm sorry, Brenda."
"So am I."
They had another round of drinks.
They drove to Brenda's apartment and while Corky sat in an easy chair, Brenda called John Ericson.
John was in. He seemed pleased to hear from Brenda.
"Listen, John, a couple of days ago," Brenda said, "I sent one of my girls to your hotel room, a girl named Angela. You remember her?"
"Sure, I remember her," John told her. "A cute kid."
"Well, she took a powder on me."
"You mean she ran out?"
"Yeah."
"That's funny. But why would she have to run?"
Brenda hesitated. She was talking too much. Mike was right. She would lose customers if she didn't stop this. "Look, John, let's forget it. Okay?"
"Sure. But I'm glad you called, Brenda. I was gonna call you. How about coming over here?"
"I have a nice girl here-"
"Not a chance." John was adamant. "I want you!"
"I'm not in the mood for any sex."
"Who says you have to be in the mood?" John growled. "Look, you just lay down and take it; that's all!"
"Okay, okay," Brenda said.
"Good. I've been thinking about you for some time. I've got a hard-on just thinking about you."
"That's nice."
"When will you be over?" he wanted to know.
"In about an hour."
"Okay. I'll be expecting you."
Brenda hung up and turned to Corky. "I got myself a date. How do you like that? I called that bull for some info and he wants me over there because he has a hard-on and has to stick it in some place."
"When are you leaving?"
"Soon."
"Are you giving up on finding out who helped Angela?" Corky wanted to know.
"Yeah. To hell with it! I know when I'm licked."
She poured herself a drink.
"Do me a favor, Corky, and hold down the fort till I get back. That John sure has hot pants the way he was talking. I'd better go over there before he screws the night manager."
Corky laughed.
Brenda took off and Corky helped herself to Brenda's whisky.
