This book is published as a sociological treatise on contemporary morals, as a guide to the sociologist, researcher, psychologist and teacher.
To my very own dirty old man for all the practical inspiration he has given me, and to the other dirty old men I have enjoyed along the way.
CHAPTER ONE
WHAT A WAY TO EARN A LIVING!
Roz certainly hadn't beer looking for any nine to five office job, still, this wasn't exactly what she had expected to find, either. Her new job-if she got it-would be as a "mermaid" at the Hedonist Exercise and Stimulation Club. "The Fucking Club," the other girls called it, and "fucking" was not, in this case, a derogatory adjective, but a literal description of the club's major activity.
Roz had been between jobs, and was halfheartedly looking for work, when she ran into Jackie, an old friend whom she hadn't seen in years. They went up to Jackie's pad to talk about old times, over drinks.
"What have you been doing lately?" Roz asked Jackie.
"Fucking," answered Jackie, matter-of-factly. "You seem to like my little oasis of luxury." The apartment was certainly large, plush, and furnished with every comfort and convenience.
"I should hope you've been screwing around with someone, singular or plural. You're human, aren't you?" Roz replied. "But I didn't mean "How have you been spending your spare time?" I meant "What have you been doing lately for a living?" or even, "What's new and different in your personal life?" Fucking is hardly new or different! And, yes, I do dig your pad."
"Fucking is what's new and different, because it's not just my private life. And let me tell you something, it's how I can afford a pad like this, too."
"Have you turned pro?" asked Roz in amazement.
"Not quite. I like to think I'm too respectable for that." laughed Jackie, "even if the fine line of distinction is mostly in my own mind. No, I've been working as a mermaid at the Hedonist Club. You ought to try to get a job there. You always dug sex. How would you like a job where the primary requirement is a talent for screwing? That and swimming. Are you any good in the water? If you are, and you're as keen on screwing as you used to be, you've got it made, Roz."
"I don't get it," said Roz, frowning. "You've been working as a what, and where?"
"As a mermaid at the Hedonist Exercise and Stimulation Club." Jackie reiterated. "You know how different clubs call the girls who work there by their own trade names, or what-have-you. Well, at the Hedonist Club, the girls who take care of the members are called mermaids. Only it's not at all like any of the other clubs."
"What kind of a club is this place, anyhow?" asked Roz.
"It's a fucking club. No, don't laugh. I mean it. That's the principal activity there. The only really important one. Everything else is very secondary, except that they do have a large swimming pool, and when the members aren't screwing around, they're often in the pool. Sometimes they do both at once. That's why the mermaids all have to be good swimmers. That's also why they're called 'mermaids'."
"The girls are allowed to make it with the members? Don't most clubs discourage that sort of thing?"
"I told you it wasn't like most clubs. They're not just allowed to, they're required to. But it's a groovy way to make a living, especially if you're into freaky scenes, and the pay is outasight."
"Well, how do I go about applying to become a mermaid?"
"Come to work with me tomorrow. I'm working the two-to-ten shift. I'll introduce you, and you can fill out an application. That part's easy. It's the interview that's a bitch. It's more of a try-out, really. There'll be four guys trying you out, and you'd better please all of them if you want to be a mermaid."
"That sounds a lot better than what you have to go through to get some office jobs. Interviews, references, I.Q. tests, more interviews. I'll bet the guys who do the interviewing get a kick out of hiring new girls."
"They get too much of a kick out of it," said Jackie. "They enjoy it so much that they're always firing girls just so that they'll have an excuse for interviewing some more. Meet me here tomorrow at I:30, and I'll take you to the club."
The next day, Roz showed up at Jackie's apartment promptly at I:30, dressed in an orange mini which was calculated to make a good first impression on her interviewers. "I'm sure it will," agreed Jackie, "But on the other hand, you won't have it on that long."
At the club, Roz was introduced to Bob, the director of the Hedonist Exercise and Stimulation Club, who talked to her while Jackie ran off to the mermaids' locker room, to change into her uniform-a very abbreviated and semi-transparent bathing suit.
Bob introduced Roz to Larry, the personnel director, Ted, one of the charter members, and Joe, the doctor. "The doctor?" asked Roz, a bit surprised.
"Yes," answered Bob, "we have to have a doctor on hand not only for any general medical problems, but to give all the mermaids periodic check-ups, to make sure they're in good health and free of disease.
Of course, Joe checks over all new applicants for mermaid jobs. And, being a doctor and very familiar with the human body, he can generally think of some new twist when we're testing out a new mermaid for her sexual skill."
"Let's get on with the interview," said Larry, impatiently, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Undress, please."
Roz did some real fast thinking, and decided she had better put on a good show from the word go. She didn't just undress; she stripped. Slowly, seductively, she peeled off her clothing, while looking at the four men, one by one, with a provocative smile playing on her pouting lips.
Leaving her dress on, Roz pulled up the hem and reached for her panties, .pulling them down and off in such a way that the hem of her dress fell with the downward motion of her hands, covering her pussy so that the four men got just the barest suggestion of a glimpse of her cunt lips. Deliberately, she dropped them on the floor, reached down and turned part way around showing off her round ass cheeks as she bent over to retrieve the panties.
"Would you please hold these for me?" she purred to Ted, handing him the brief black undergarment. She brushed her ample tits against him as she turned away, and walked slowly around in a circle before resuming her strip.
Next off her shoes. "Who's into the S&M bit?" she asked, and caught a responsive gleam in Ted's eyes. "Heels are marvelous for beating your ass with," Roz said. "Remind me to show you later." She wore no stockings, no bra, no slip, so all that was left was the orange mini. She unzipped it, slid it down over one shoulder, then the other shoulder, till the tops of her breasts were exposed, although the nipples were still covered. Then in a sudden, swift, surprising motion, she pulled the dress up from the hem and over her head in one instant, revealing herself naked, proud, and ready.
"Who's first?" she asked, wickedly grinning at the four.
"The personnel director, of course," answered Larry. "Come here. Now that you've done such a fine job of stripping, does it occur to you that I'm overdressed for the occasion? Would you kindly rectify that matter." Roz set about undressing him swiftly, rubbing her hand over the ample bulge beneath his fly as she unzipped his pants. She drew off his shorts and said, "Look what I found," as she closed her hand around his thick cock.
She ran her hand back and forth along his shaft, quickly and with a light touch, for a minute or two; then she had a better idea, and dived down with her mouth. She closed her lips around Larry's cockhead and moved them down slowly, then back up quickly with a motion that made Larry jump. She closed her lips around Larry's cockhead, and moved them down slowly, then back up quickly with a motion that made Larry jump. She settled down to a steady up and down on his bulging shaft, while her tongue played around the tip of his cock with delicious fast flickering motions.
Larry let his passions boil quickly, knowing there was more fun in store for him. He sank down to a comfortable reclining lounge chair nearby, Roz kneeling down in the same motion, without missing a stroke. She increased her pace, and Larry stared at her intently. To him, the visual effect was half the thrill, and he was very stimulated by the sight of Roz's pink lips moving back and forth along the length of his broad cock.
He thrust his pelvis back and forth in rhythm with her sucking motions. He had intended to just lie back and let her do all the work, but he couldn't he still, couldn't resist the sense of urgency in his loins. Within thirty seconds, he came. Roz greedily swallowed all his come, and licked his cockhead clean.
"Next?" she asked, eagerly.
"I'm not finished with you, yet," Larry informed her. "A good personnel director should always be sure his employees are conversant with the basics of the job. Lie down." He pointed to a large and unusual rug on the far side of the room. It was an imitation zebra-skin pattern, but soft and furry to the touch.
"Mm, that feels good," said Roz as she lay down on the rug.
"I've got something for you that'll feel much better." said Larry. His cock, only half wilted after the vigorous french job Roz had given him, was already springing back the rest of the way to its previous hard state.
"I guess you must really enjoy your job," said Roz, as Larry climbed astride her.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy your job here, if we hire you." replied Larry. "You seem like a girl who enjoys a good fucking." He was thrusting his hard tool in and out of her cunt, pounding his pelvis against hers, lunging harder with each driving motion. She answered him with every forward thrust, pressing her body against him till the two climaxed almost simultaneously.
As Larry rolled off Roz, he winked at the other three men who, were standing around and watching in varying degrees of arousal. "Man, does she know the basics!" he said. "She really throws herself into her work. I can tell already that she's really going to dig this job."
"Then am I hired?" asked Roz, hopefully.
"Not yet," answered Bob. "We have to take our turns at interviewing you."
"You want us to miss out on the best part of our jobs?" asked Joe.
"You have to be satisfactory to all of us, remember?" Ted reminded her. "And I'm next."
Ted was into some of the freakier scenes, Roz soon discovered. Especially S&M, although she already knew that from the way he had perked up at "her mention of the shoe, earlier. The first thing Ted asked Roz to do was to whip him with a heavy chain, which he brought out of a nearby supply cabinet. Closet-the thing was more like a large, if windowless room. It was filled with pleasurable devises of every kind, from french ticklers and vibrators, to everyday objects like pillows which Roz supposed were for putting under the ass to adjust the angle of fucking, to equally familiar objects for which she couldn't figure out the sexual use, to objects which were totally unrecognizable to her.
Among all the other objects in the closet was the chain, not too long but with thick heavy links. Ted undressed himself, instead of asking Roz to undress him as Larry had done, and bent over a nearby chair, sticking his ass out prominently. "Whip me with the chain." he ordered Roz.
His cock was quite limp as he stood there, bent over the chair, but as Roz began hesitantly beating his ass, his penis sprang to life, leaping to attention at the force of the blows from the chain. Roz lost her hesitancy, as she saw how Ted was affected, and began to hit him harder with the heavy metal links. His hard-on kept growing; she was amazed at the size of his organ. She dropped the chain and picked up one of the shoes she had been wearing before she stripped. Holding the toe, she struck him with her shoe, jabbing the heel hard into his ass. Then getting more into the spirit of things, she grabbed Ted by the arm and quickly spun him around.
Taking the shoe, she hit him in the balls, and Ted dropped to the ground, whimpering. Roz noticed, though, that in spite of the pain his hard-on had not diminished. He was lying on his side, and Roz could see the red marks the chain had left on his ass. "You are astern mistress," said Ted. "I am not fit to drink your piss. But I wish you would favor me with a drink of that golden liquid."
This was a new scene to Roz, who had had very little experience even with S&M, let alone water sports; but she was willing to try anything once, especially if it meant getting a job in this fabulous place. She stood straddling Ted's head, and self-consciously tried to relax her sphincter muscles.
It took a minute's deliberate concentration, but at last she began to urinate on Ted's head. He arched his back, moved his head, opened his mouth, and caught the yellow stream between his opened lips, swallowing every drop chug-a-lug style, as if it were beer. "Thank you," he said simply when it was over. "Would you please whip me some more? I don't deserve any more of your favors, but I do deserve a good beating."
"May I?" asked Roz, pointing to the supply closet, and looking at the other men. They nodded their heads, and she went foraging through the closet, to see what else besides the chain looked suitable for beating a willing ass.
She rejected as too usual an ordinary whip and a 'baseball bat, then found an object which was totally unfamiliar, but looked like a ping-pong paddle with porcupine quills on it. The "quills" were made of rubber, with sharp points, and the whole thing looked ideal for administering a good paddling to Ted.
Roz started by beating his back, then worked her way down to his ass from there. Ted was trembling with excitement, his dick standing out rigidly and his pelvis thrusting back and forth, reflecting the intensity of what he was feeling. She began slapping his legs with it, starting in the back and working her way around to the front. He let out a low moan. The instrument of torture was obviously an instrument of pleasure for him.
Roz knelt in front of Ted, landing blows on his legs, each sharp jab of the heel landing a little higher. Just as she had reached his balls, his body stiffened and he shot his load. She was kneeling right in front of him, and her face and hair were suddenly wet with his come. She ran her tongue around her lips, licking off as much of his come as she could reach. "What a waste!" she said, almost sadly.
Larry threw her a damp towel to clean up her face and hair with, but Bob turned to her and said, "That'll never do for your hair. Jump in the pool." She did, submerging to try to rinse her hair clean, and surfaced in time to see Bob jump in after her. "The pool is a focal point of many of our activities," he explained to her. "Swimming is the second favorite sport here, next to fucking, and sometimes we combine them. If you can't swim, you're sunk." He laughed at his bad joke, then sank beneath the surface and made a grab for Roz.
She swam away quickly, displaying her skill at the various strokes as she swam first in a crawl, then a backstroke, then a sidestroke. She slowed down, and let Bob catch up to her. "Now how about a breast stroke?" he asked, grabbing at her two tits. She rolled over and floated on her back, to allow Bob a better chance to run his hands across her breasts as they floated in the water, and examine the contrast between her pale skin and her large dark nipples.
Bob was treading water beside her, and he reach-over and took one breast in his mouth, nibbling on the nipple, gently, and sucking on as much of her breast as he could get in his mouth. Roz's body stiffened, inadvertently, with excitement, and she started to sink. She quickly regained her composure, but she swam toward the shallow end of the pool, to be sure. Bob swam up behind her, and made her a-cutely aware of his presence by jabbing her with a good stiff hard-on.
Roz turned around in the water, but Bob motioned her to turn back the way she had been. The next thing she knew, he was entering her dog style, and fucking the hell out of her in the middle of the swimming pool. It was hard to find just the right motions that would satisfy the desire that was building fast inside her, and keep her afloat in the water at the same time, but after about thirty seconds. Roz had the hang of it as if she had been doing it for years.
Bob pounded his hard tool in and out of her, and Roz wiggled her ass furiously. Roz reached her hand back and dug her fingernails into Bob's hip; he reached forward with one hand and tickled her clit with his finger. Through all this, somehow, they managed to stay afloat.
Bob came, with a sharp thrust that Roz felt all the way through her cunt; and five seconds later, she came too. She rolled onto her back, and began floating, drifting, while Bob, floating next to her, ran his fingers admiringly through her curly bush. She stared at his cock, still standing straight up. It was no small weapon, and Roz wondered how it could still be standing so straight, every bit as erect as before Bob had come.
"You look like you're ready for seconds," she said. "I'm game if you're still horny. In fact, it'll be my pleasure."
But Joe was motioning to them from the edge of the pool, and calling out, "Hey, it's my turn!" So Roz, not desiring to get on the bad side of any of the four men, swam over to him.
"How do you want it?" she asked him.
"Your option," he replied. "You might say this test is free-style."
Roz had an idea. She had noticed that Joe was built on the small side, but there are times when a small pecker is a definite advantage. Of the other three men, Larry had the smallest penis, and she beckoned him to come over and join them. "How a-bout if you both screw me at once," she suggested.
"You mean one of us gets you the usual way, and the other takes you Greek style? I read that in a book recently," said Joe.
"No, I mean one of you screws me dog-fashion, and the other one the regular way. I'm on my side. Or one of you could be on the bottom, if you didn't mind all that weight." Roz explained. She looked at Ted, as she said it, since he had shown a liking for things that hurt. But in the end, they wound up on their sides, doing it the way she had suggested.
It was a unique experience for both men, but they did both fit into her oversized cunt. Roz had some control over the muscles in her nether regions, so that she could give a man as tight a fit as any other girl, but this was one time when the muscle control was not needed, and the large size of her hole was a blessing. In addition to feeling her hole a-round their agitating tools, Joe and Larry felt each other's penises pumping in and out of the hole, rubbing against each other.
Like a chain reaction, first Joe climaxed, coming quickly because he had been stimulated by watching all the previous sexual activity, yet had had no satisfaction himself yet; then Roz triggered by Joe's climax, stiffened, screamed, and reached her own orgasm; then Larry reached the peak of his excitement and came.
The trio separated, and Roz noticed that Joe was still dripping come from his now limp dick. "Let me clean you up," she offered, and proceeded to lick him clean and dry. With fast, short lapping strokes of her tongue, she worked her way around Joe's cockhead, and he sank to the nearest chair as his knees went weak.
"What are you trying to do, start me going all over again?" he asked.
"Well, I wasn't trying to," she answered, "but I'll be more than happy to if you want it." Without even waiting for an answer, she set about licking his balls, gently, while running her hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Then she tickled his balls with her hand, while licking his cockhead with her tongue. Slowly she sucked up and down on his cock, steadily, gradually increasing the tempo.
In no time he was moving around on the chair agitating his body in time to the motions of her bobbing head. She stuck one finger up her own cunt, removing it a second later. It glistened with her own dripping juices. She took her well-lubricated finger and jabbed it up Joe's asshole. While she sucked on his cock, her left hand played with his balls and the middle finger of her right hand explored his asshole, moving in and out, and probing around the walls, sending a burning excitement through Joe's body.
He couldn't last long, with that triple action going for him, and his cock exploded in Roz's mouth. She sucked hard, trying to drain every drop out, and the sensation was too much for Joe. He pulled away, and she jerked her finger out of his asshole in one quick motion, with her finger bent to give him greater sensation. This sent one last shudder through his body, which at this point was thoroughly limp from the working-over he had gotten.
He collapsed on the nearest lounge chair, his eyes half shut, a contented smile on his face. Roz looked at him, then at the others, and laughed. They looked at her, failing to see what was so funny.
"Look at yourselves," Roz said by way on an explanation. "The four of you are my prospective employers. You're interviewing me for a new job. You're all lying around with Cheshire cat grins on your faces, and not a one of you has a stitch of clothing on. If this isn't the damnedest job interview I've ever had! Well, do I get the job, at least?"
"I think the Hedonist Club would be sorely lacking something, if you weren't working here," said Joe.
"Wait till our members take their turns with you!" agreed Larry.
"They'd better leave you a little strength, so you can save some time for taking care of us," added Bob.
"Can you start tomorrow?" asked Ted.
"Why not?" agreed Roz. "I'm really looking forward to working here. I can tell it's one job I'm really going to love. Do you want to just fill me in on a little information, like what days I work and what my hours are, where I get my uniform, what kind of rules there are for personnel to follow, and other stuff like that? You haven't even told me what the salary is vet!"
"There's one more thing," said Larry. "Joe has to examine you, first."
Joe examined Roz thoroughly. Roz could tell that he enjoyed his job as much as she was going to enjoy hers. He took a blood sample, for a Wasserman test, and told her the results would be back in three days. "I'm sure you're O.K." he told her, but we have to play by the rules.
Larry took Roz to the mermaids' locker room, where he took her 'to Ella, who measured her for a uniform. The bathing suits had to fit perfectly. Then he showed her around, so that she would know where to find everything from the exercise equipment (some of the members really did take enough time off from screwing for an occasional game of ping pong) to the supply room (which she had been in earlier, briefly, while looking for suitable pain-inflicting equipment for Ted).
As they were leaving the supply room, a loudspeaker high on the wall broke into their conversation. "Larry, telephone. Larry, telephone please."
"Excuse me a minute. Let me go pick up that call in the front office," Larry said. "I'll meet you back here, if you like, or you can meet me in the front office."
Roz looked around the room again. It had no windows, but two doors, one of which led to the room in which she had been interviewed, the other of which, she discovered, led to the pool area. She stuck her head out the door and looked around, spotting her friend Jackie a few feet away.
"How did it go?" asked Jackie.
"Fine," answered Roz.
"Great. Now make sure you keep on the good side of those four guys. Even if you have to ignore the members, sometimes, to pay attention to them, do it. Remember what I said about them liking to fire girls so they can interview more girls. You're not likely to have much trouble with the members, but watch out for those four. Your best bet is to keep them dependent on regular rations of Roz. Spoil them and they won't want to lose you. Call me tonight if you want any more good advise, or if you just want to talk. I have to get back to my job now." A grin spread over Jackie's face, and Roz could tell that Jackie was very happy to get back to work. If ever there was a job you could really love, this was it!
Roz went back through the supply room, glancing quickly at the various items on the shelves and tables: jars of honey, ice tongs, a box labelled "French Ticklers," two razors, tweezers, a small refrigerator full of nothing but ice cubes (but there was no water in here, so what were the ice cubes for?), whips, chains, paddles, spurs, a large mirror on wheels, colored lights, vibrators, large dildoes, feathers-some of the items made Roz stop and wonder.
She had an idea that it would take her months to discover what everything in here was, and what it might be used for. But right now, she thought she would head for the front office and see if she could find Larry. Back through the room in which she had been interviewed, through the reception area off the main entrance, and into the front office beyond, she looked around her every step of the way, not knowing what she would see next.
Behind the closed door of another room off the reception area, Roz heard what sounded like the sound track of a stag film-not an "X"-rated movie such as is shown in a theater, but a plain old stag film with no pretense at art, complete with sound track. She heard a few moans and groans that didn't sound like they were coming from the film. Well, she would find out about all these things soon enough. Every aid to pleasure that they had at the club would be hers to work with-and enjoy.
Larry hung up the phone, in the front office, and looked up at Roz. "Can you start in three days? That'll give us enough time to get your uniform ready, and the results of the Wasserman test that Joe took. We have rotating shifts. You'll work the two-to-ten shift the first week. You'd better get here at one-thirty the first day. If you have any questions between now and then, call me. If you'll excuse me now. I have to get to an orgy."
CHAPTER TWO
HOW TO BE A COCK-TEASE FOR FUN AND PROFIT
The first few days of working at the Hedonist Club were a revelation to Roz. Never had she fucked so much-or enjoyed it so much, either. She had had a few reservations about her job, such as what if there were a disproportionate number of old, ugly, or otherwise unattractive men whom she would have to make love with, But surprisingly, she had not yet seen one unattractive man. Oh, maybe they weren't all the type she got the hots for, in her private life, but none of them was even vaguely repulsive.
With so many different men to make love with, all of them attractive, Roz was stimulated far beyond what she was used to. And with all the equipment in the supply room to help along, she was in a constant state of sexual excitement. This despite the fact that none of the members asked her to do anything particularly exotic, or used any really way-out equipment on her, the first few days.
"We've got a little wager going," Steve explained to Roz. "We each bet on our willpower, and put up $50. apiece." Roz looked around and saw two other men, Stan and Russ, sitting in the room with Steve. "The guy with the most willpower wins the whole kitty," Steve went on, picking up the $150. and putting it in a pile on one of the tables. "Anybody who touches you is automatically out of the game. Those are the rules. The rest is up to you. Tease us, torment us."
Roz removed the makeshift shawl, revealing the filmy negligee. She looked provocatively at each of the three men, in turn, and slowly turned around so they could admire all the curves of her body. She smiled sensuously, suggestively, and pursed her lips in a manner that suggested something more intimate than just a kiss.
"Hi," she said in a throaty voice, and walked halfway across the room.
"Remember," said Steve, "whoever touches her loses the game, the bet, and the money."
Roz lifted the hem of her negligee, till it was past her knees. Russ got up from his seat, and sat down again, very quickly.
"I'm glad to see you like the way I look," Roz said teasingly to Stan looking directly at the huge bulge in his pants. He shifted positions in the chair and looked a bit embarrassed.
"Don't feel that way," said Roz. "All you did was think it. You didn't touch me, so you're still in the game. No-one can blame you for wanting to touch you do want to, don't you? That looks like a nice useful piece of equipment you have there. Would you prefer to have it in my pussy or my mouth? Some men like nice dark warm pussies, but other men prefer mouths. There's a lot to be said for frenching. There's a lot more sensation to be gotten from sucking, and of course a girl can do a lot with her tongue on the head of a man's cock, too."
Russ was squirming in his seat. Roz looked around to see how the others were taking it. There wasn't a calm man present. All three had conspicuous bulges in their pants, and all three looked as if they were about to spring from their chairs at her, or would-like to. She was enjoying the game immensely.
Roz lifted up the negligee to just below her pussy, and turned slowly around. Then she lay down r on the floor. Her nipples stood up, firm below the thin layer of silky black nylon. All three men stared at the two small peaks. She could see them mentally undressing her, and wondered how long they could hold out, and which would be the first to give in. She hoped that, once the game was over, she would get a chance to make it with them. Otherwise, after all this carrying-on, she was likely to be as horny as they.
She casually lifted one leg, then crossed one bent knee on the other, and wiggled her toes in the air. Facing the men sideways on the floor, she gave them no opportunity to look up the raised skirt of her negligee. She yawned, then got up, smiling. She was enjoying the game immensely.
She circled close to the men again. Russ was still on the edge of his chair. Stan, without realizing it, was rubbing the hard protrusion in his pants. Steve looked as if he couldn't stand it any more. He wanted that girl, but he wanted the money, too, and he didn't want to lose the game. It was a point of pride. He got up suddenly, and the other two thought he was making a grab for Roz, but he walked right past her to the door on the other side of the room, leading to the bathroom.
"What a time to have to take a leak," said Russ.
Stan realized that Steve had probably not gone in there to urinate. "Hey! That's cheating!" he called toward the bathroom.
"All's fair in love and war," Steve called back through the closed door. "We all agreed on the rules. The only thing we said was that we couldn't touch the girl. It's my business how I manage to keep my hands off her."
His hands, of course, were on himself, as he jerked himself off in an attempt to make himself less horny, and less likely to lose his self control, so that he could win the game and the $150. As his one hand moved quickly back and forth along his stiff shaft, and his other hand played with his balls, his mind pictured the mermaid in the next room. He saw her, in his mind, back on the floor of the room, with those magnificent tits standing up beneath her negligee.
He was tearing it off her body, revealing her naked, beautiful body. He was driving his stiff prick up her cunt and she was writhing on the floor as he shoved it in and out, and played with her milky-white breasts and large brown nipples. She was biting his ear and digging her fingernails into his back as she came, moaning loudly, while he put his hands under her ass and pulled her even closer as he shoved his rod deep, one more time, and exploded within her fiery cunt.
As he pictured it, he came, and his thoughts came back to reality as he wiped his softened dick with the toilet paper, tucked himself in, zipped up his fly, and quickly wiped the wall where his hot and poorly-aimed come had landed. With a smug grin, he returned to the room and joined the other.
Roz meanwhile, had slipped away to change clothes. She returned, now, in a topless bathing suit, less suggestive but more revealing than the suit which was the mermaids' uniform. Her breasts were just as beautiful as Steve had pictured them: full and round, milky white with large brown nipples. They bounced as she walked, calling his attention to them, inviting him to come and play. They were beautiful breasts; they bounced, they jutted out, but they didn't sag one bit.
Yes, she was amply built, all right, Stan was thinking. There was an old saying about anything over a mouthful being wasted. Roz had more than a mouthful to each breast, and he wouldn't mind at all getting his mouth around each one, but he wouldn't say, by any means, that what was left out would be wasted. He could cup her breasts in his hands, and fondle them. He could nibble at them, such on them, run his tongue across those two brown buttons....
As if sensing what he was thinking, Roz moved slowly, seductively toward him and stopped directly in front of him. She bent to him, brushing her tits past his face, "Hi," she said in her throatiest voice. "Are you having fun tonight?" She ran her fingers through his hair, and brushed her tits against his mouth again. Stan just sat there, fists clenched, using every ounce of will power he had. He wondered which would burst first, his balls, which felt tight and ready to explode up his pulsating shaft, or the material of his pants, straining under the stress of his huge hard-on pushing out ward with great strength.
Roz smiled, and moved on, to Russ. Poor Russ, he was a new member of the club; today was his first look at what went on here. All these beautiful pieces of ass, scantily clad, alluring, exciting-and he hadn't gotten laid in three weeks. He had felt a little strange, his first day at the club, and had been reluctant to grab the first mermaid he saw and throw her down on the nearest bed. Now he wished he had. He had been horny as all hell to begin with, and Roz was really testing his endurance and his will-power, with her performance.
He put his hands in his pockets, and rubbed his tormented prick, till he realized that wasn't helping any. Roz was standing knee-to-knee with him, and he opened his legs so that she could get closer. He wanted her so badly that he was about ready to rip off his clothes and her topless suit. She realized it, and moved in closer between his opened legs. Russ sat on his hands, remembering the $150. that was at stake. He only wished that she would touch him-that wasn't against the rules-and he began wondering what he could do to tempt her. He gave up that line of thought as impractical, especially as it was only making him hotter.
"You look as if something's bothering you," Roz said in her husky voice. A faintly teasing smile crossed her lips and lit her eyes. "Poor baby," she said, and sat on his knee. "Want to tell me all about it?" and she rested her hand consolingly on his other knee, and steeled back further into his lap.
Her ass touched his twitching rod, and he jumped and then pushed his pelvis against her ass, but he kept his hands beneath him.
"Poor baby," she repeated, and ran her hand lightly halfway up his leg.
Russ's whole body shook, and his balls shot their load up his swollen shaft. He stiffened, his eyes closed a moment, and then he relaxed. Roz jumped up, as she felt the wetness through the seat of her bathing suit.
Steve's dick was hard again, already, from watching Roz tease Russ, and he ran his hand across it, through his pants. Stan, too, had gotten even more excited, watching what Roz did to Russ.
"I didn't touch her," Russ protested.
"That's right, you didn't," agreed Stan.
"You're still in the game," concurred Steve.
Roz left the room again, to remove her wet bathing suit, and they all wondered what she would be wearing when she returned, and whom she would torment next. Although none of them wanted to lose the bet, each hoped she would pick on him.
Roz re-appeared in a thin black see-through bra, stockings, a black garter belt, and no panties. She made Stan her prime target, without ignoring the others. Stan, the only one of the three who had not come once since the endurance contest had started, was horny as hell. Roz knew it. He didn't want to jerk off or come in his pants, as the other two had done. He knew he would feel cheated if he did. But he wanted that money. A thought hit him, and he turned to the other guys.
"What we agreed is that we mustn't touch her, that's all?" queried Stan. The others nodded their heads.
"O.K." said Stan, and he stood up, directly facing Roz. He began to undress, showing off his muscles, his suntan, and finally his large erect dick. He lay down on the floor, and said, "O.K., baby, I won't touch her, but if you'd like to climb on that thing, you're welcome to."
He was right in guessing that Roz herself was pretty turned-on from all this activity, and from seeing how horny the three guys were. But, interrupted by a look from the other two guys, she stood her ground, although staring with obvious longing at Stan's rigid tool. He began tempting her with words.
"It's all yours to play with, baby. Sit on it and I'll take you for a ride. We can count how many thousand nerve endings I can touch inside you, and when you're good and hot and ready, I'll set off explosions in you, with my firecracker. Or, if you like to suck, I'll just shove it down your throat till my come starts pouring out, and then after that, I'll lick your clit till you scream."
He could see her shake a little as he talked, but she didn't give in. She circled around him once, slowly, giving him a chance to look at her well-shaped legs, encased in her shiny stockings, and above them, her cunt, framed by her garter belt. She pivoted around, giving him ample opportunity to study the cheeks of her ass; then she bent over, tempting him even further.
She circled back to stand at his feet, as he lay there, then straddling him, she slowly walked up past his head. He had plenty of time to look at her cunt, as she walked above him, and he couldn't take it any more. He pulled her down on top of him, and as her hairy hole landed on his face, he ran his tongue around her clit. Then he reached for her hand, and pulled it back onto his rigid prick. He had tried to win by turning the game against her, but instead of turning the tables, he had lost. Now, at least, he was going to enjoy himself.
Russ and Steve were uncertain whether to cheer Stan for getting the girl, or holler catcalls because he had given in. They wanted the girl themselves, but each wanted to win the money.
Roz had turned around, on top of Stan, and was sucking his dick while he frenched her. Russ and Stan couldn't take much more of this. They didn't want to be left out while their friend had all the fun; and watching Stan and Roz as they lay on the floor, their bodies jumping with excitement, Steve and Russ became so aroused that the $150. meant nothing any more by comparison.
As Stan shot his load into Roz's willing mouth, she came too, screaming in satisfaction and digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass. She rolled off him; he lay there, worn out but happy.
Roz stood up; Stan slowly got up, too, and walked over to a chair and sat down. Roz looked at Stan triumphantly; he had given in to her. She looked challengingly at Steve and Russ. But the look was not necessary; they had given in already, and had only been waiting for their friend to get out of the way.
Now Steve and Russ lunged at Roz, simultaneously, each not knowing the other's will power had been exhausted as well as his own. As they both grabbed the girl, they looked at each other almost murderously, then broke out laughing. Stan watched almost benevolently, a satisfied smile on his face.
A sudden thought hit Steve, "She played her part real well didn't she? We were looking for a cock-tease, and we sure got one, But I wonder if she can take it as well as she can dish it out? He raised an eyebrow questioningly in the direction of Russ, who winked back at him.
Russ went to work on Roz's beautiful breasts. He nibbled at the nipples, sucked on them and massaged the breasts, slowly and invitingly. Then he ran his tongue up and down the length of her body, avoiding contact with her burning cunt. Steve, meanwhile, had gone to the supply room and came back with a feather, with which he proceeded to tickle Roz's clit. Her eyes closed and her hips started gyrating. He immediately stopped.
"Don't stop!" She was almost yelling, so urgent was her voice. He extended his tongue between his lips, and slowly licked the very tip of her clit, till she was again moaning, moving her body, and begging him, "Faster, please!" At this point he stopped again.
She reached up and pulled his dead down, till his nose was pressed hard against her cunt. Obligingly, he flicked his tongue across her clit, and then stopped. "Keep going," she urged him, in a sharp whisper. He flicked his tongue out again, and again, in sharp staccato motions, like a snake darting its tongue in and out at its prey. Roz was getting hotter and more frustrated every minute. She was hot as hell, but they weren't letting her reach climax. She couldn't take much more of this.
She reached down to her cunt. If they wouldn't finish her off, she would do it herself. But they wouldn't let her. Russ grabbed her hand away, and Steve rolled her over. He moistened his finger with spit, and inserted it into her asshole, moving it in and out and around, till Roz was moaning even louder than before. But, from just what he was doing, she still could not come.
As Russ moved his finger in and out of her asshole, he leaned over and bit her on the ass cheeks. Roz reached back toward him squirmed around, and tried to roll over, but the two men wouldn't let her. Steve's fingers were running gently up and down the inside of her thighs, now, tantalizing her, and driving her wild. "Please!" she screamed again, and this time at least they let her roll over.
Roz had gotten so hot that the juice was literally flowing down her legs. "Now that's what I call a hot box!" said Russ, approvingly.
"Yes, but what are you going to do about it?" asked Roz, nearly frantic with stimulated but unsatisfied desire.
"I guess enough is enough," Russ said to Steve, who nodded his head in agreement.
"There's enough of her for both of us to share," said Steve, as he pulled her on top of him, while Russ, who was partial to doing it Greek, got on top. Steve shoved his hot prick up her pussy, and Russ stuck his hard tool up her ass. Roz lay between the two men, feeling their cocks within her. One filled up her cunt; the other was moving in and out of her asshole.
The two cocks rubbed and beat on the wall inside her that separated her cunt from her ass. The sensation drove her half out of her mind. Russ's hips jumped below her, as he sent his tool pounding into her cunt and out again, in and out, in and out, fiercely satisfying the desire she had been building up in him all evening with her teasing and tormenting.
It had been three weeks since the last time he had had any but now he was making up for lost time. She had made him come in his pants, before, but now he would come inside her. Thinking about all the things she had done to tease them, and feeling her tight warm asshole around his tool, he came. Since he had already lost the contest, and there was nothing else to lose, he decided to stay in her, and fuck her till he came again. He was just horny enough that he didn't think that would bee too difficult.
Steve felt Russ stiffen up and come, and he fucked Roz's cunt even faster. The fire in Roz's cunt exploded in a burst of flame that engulfed her body-leaving her shuddering and limp. But one climax wasn't enough for her, with stimulation like this, and she soon resumed the up-and-down motions that matched the rhythm of Steve's body.
Steve loved fucking in any form, but preferred doing something different from the ordinary. This threesome idea delighted him, and Roz was being more than cooperative. He hardly thought it was possible, but she seemed to be enjoying it even more than he was. This girl screwed like a mink.
She was rotating her pelvis, now in such a way that all the walls of her cunt were touching and rubbing his cock. She kept up the motion while moving her head to the side of his, in such a position that she could blow in his ear, and nibble the earlobe. He arched his back and thrust his body hard against hers, shooting his sperm inside her over-active hole.
Steve lay there for a minute, after that, tired and relieved of all desire. But Russ was still pounding his six inches into Roz's agitating ass, and after a minute or two, the pounding of the two bodies above Steve got to him, and he started in again, without much conscious effort, matching the motions of the revelers above him.
The orgiastic trio continued, with Roz writhing happily in the middle, delighted to be so well rewarded for her efforts at being a cock-tease. Stan, watching from a near-by chair, called out, "Hey, fellows, save a little for me. You'll wear her out before I get another chance."
Contemplating this thought, Stan realized that there was one hole not in use at the moment-Roz's mouth. It would be ridiculous to make it a foursome right then-Roz would have to be an acrobat or contortionist to suck him off while being greeked and fucked at the same time, in the position she was in now. But if he waited till the other two had had their fill of her, he could have her undivided attention. That wasn't a bad thing to wait for.
Roz spoke up suddenly, "Hey, fellows, it looks like none of you won the contest after all. None of you won the $150. You all lost."
Russ shook his head, no, in disagreement, and then groaned as he came one more time. Steve couldn't answer; he was already in the throes of climax. Stan got up and moved over to Roz to take his turn, as the other two fellows, satiated at last, moved away. He smiled. "We don't think so. We don't feel like losers at all." His smug smile broke into a broad grin. "Do you feel like any of us are losers?"
But Roz couldn't answer. Her mouth had found something much better to do than talk.
CHAPTER THREE
PARTY TIME
When Roz had been working as a mermaid for a week, the Hedonist Club held one of their frequent parties. All the mermaids came to the parties, regardless of what shift they were working that week. No-one got any overtime, either, and no-one asked for it. A girl didn't work as a mermaid unless she really enjoyed fucking, in almost every form, and a girl who felt that way about sex didn't feel it was a job or a chore to attend a Hedonist Club party.
No other women were invited; only the club members and the mermaids were there, but the party was always big enough. Jackie warned Roz the day before, "Try to remember about the party, during the day, so you don't use up all your energy during your regular hours. It would be a shame if you hadn't any strength left by the evening, or any sexual appetite!'
"Honey, I always enjoy getting laid one more time." Roz told Jackie. "I only hope I don't get all my strength used up during the day. But as for de sire, I've always got that, unless I'm stuck with someone for a partner who absolutely repulses me, and I haven't found anyone like that here yet."
"Well, what shift did you pull for next week?" asked Jackie.
"The six-to-two," Roz answered.
"That's not too bad," said Jackie. "You come on at six and the party starts at eight. You shouldn't get too worn out in two hours. See if you can sneak off somewhere at seven o'clock, without anyone catching you, and rest up for an hour without any of the members making any demands on you. That way, you can enjoy the party better. Because, let me tell you, most of our parties here are really outa-sight."
At seven on the night of the party, Roz tried to sneak off to the lifeguard's locker. He was on duty at that hour, the pool was busy, and he wouldn't have time to sneak inside for a quick piece, so she could hide there safely, without having her rest disturbed by him. She was just to the door of the lifeguard's locker, when Lou, one of the members, stopped her.
"Hi. .Come on over and visit me for a while." She knew what he meant. She was trapped. She tried to think what this guy was like. She had been introduced to him once before, but had never made it with him, and couldn't think if any of the other girls had ever told her anything about him. She hoped he wasn't one of those guys that went in for endurance contests, or tried to break their own track records, seeing how many times they could come in an hour. That was all she needed, when she wanted to save her strength for the party, and the party was supposed to begin in an hour.
Lou led Roz to one of the little curtained-in areas around the pool. He had the curtains drawn on three sides, and open on the fourth. Lots of the members (and the mermaids) at this club didn't care much about privacy. You got used to it after a while. There was something vaguely voyeuristic about the whole place.
Well, I might as well let myself go and enjoy it. There's no use resenting him, when I could just as easily have a good time, thought Roz. I wonder how he gets his kicks? She found out soon enough. At first, all Lou asked Roz to do was to bring him a drink. When she returned from the bar with his drink, he asked her to swim with him. So far, so good. Then he returned to his curtained-in poolside retreat, and lay down on a lounge chair.
"You know what my hang-up is?" he asked Roz, and then answered his own question, before she had a chance to ask him. "I love to get it in the ass, but I can't stand making it with men. Can you help me?"
Roz trotted out to the supply room, and returned with a vibrator that was about the size of an average man's penis. Lou was lying on his stomach on the lounge, and he lifted up his head and asked her, "Please take off my swim trunks."
She did, curious to see the effect the vibrator would have on him, and curious also as to what her participation on this would be, beyond shoving the vibrator in and out of his ass. Most men at the club saw to it that the satisfaction was mutual, although there was no rule, written or otherwise, which said they had to. They just wanted to see to it that the girls were well taken care of, either because it excited them to do so, or because it boosted their masculine egos to feel they were doing a good job of it, or just out of a sense of fair play, that they weren't selfishly having all the fun.
"Shove it up my ass," Lou told Roz bluntly, when she had removed his swim trunks. She shoved it in and turned it on. "It's not big enough . We must have a bigger size than that," Lou complained. Roz hurried back to the supply room, and returned with a forbiddingly large vibrator.
She turned it on, and it turned him on. She moved it around inside his asshole. He hadn't been kidding her; he really liked getting it in the ass! "Make sure you don't miss a spot inside there," he told her. She was careful to touch every corner, every nerve. She moved the vibrator around, and he moved his ass around. His hips were jumping and his face was contorting. From his expression, it was hard to tell if he was registering pain or pleasure; probably it was a mixture of both. He was moaning and squirming, and shoving his ass in the air like a cat in heat. Then all of a sudden he told Roz to stop. She couldn't figure if it was hurting too much or what. She didn't think he had reached climax, but she couldn't be sure, because she hadn't once seen his cock. He had been lying flat on his stomach all this time.
"Have you had enough?" she asked, not knowing quite what else to say.
"No, but I'd like you to go get an enema bag and use it on me," he answered. Roz had heard of asshole freaks like this before, but she had never yet met one-till now. She headed back one more time to the supply room, and after looking around, found an enema bag. Oh, well, it was her job to satisfy the members any way they wanted. She shrugged her shoulders and went to fill the enema bag with water.
A last minute bright inspiration hit her, and she headed back to the supply room, opened up the fridge, and removed some ice, which she added to the water. She'd see how he liked that! On the way back to Lou, Roz reflected that, since the supply room had contained two enema bags, Lou must not have been the first or only member to request this particular form of stimulation.
The ice water must have been a good idea, because Lou let out a yell when he felt it, but he didn't tell her to stop, and the odd expression on his face was, although not quite identifiable to Roz, certainly not an unhappy one. He rolled over, and she saw for herself how successful her efforts had been-his dick stood out as stiff as concrete. It was hard and pointed, and looked like a lethal weapon. She stared at it admiringly a minute-it was not terribly large, but it was very hard and very pointed-and then she returned her thoughts to what she was doing.
After she had drained all the water from the enema bag into his ass, he told her to shove the vibrator back in. She thought to herself, I'm glad that's just a vibrator, and not my finger. Picture if it were some gay guy's cock. Yecch, how messy! It would be all right, if it weren't for the enema....
Under more usual circumstances, she wouldn't have minded using her finger at all. Lou told her to keep it up, although this time he really looked like it was hurting. She kept the vibrator going, moving around in his ass, and kept her eyes on his rigid tool. She wondered if he were going to come, just like this. He was moving his body all over the lounge, rolling from side to side. Then, suddenly, he said, "Stop."
Roz wondered if he had had enough, but all he said was, "Now let me fuck your ass." He really was an asshole freak! She put down the vibrator, he got up, and she lay down on the lounge. She stuck her ass in the air-and he walked away. She wondered if he had changed his mind, or if he was making a sudden run for the men's room. She decided to wait a few minutes and see. She didn't dare risk displeasing one of the members, by not being there if he came back.
And he did, in just a few minutes. He had gone to lubricate his cock and her asshole-ice cream. He had a dish of it, and he smeared it on her ass and his rigid weapon; then he started fucking her hard in the ass. What happened next surprised Roz even more. His cock started to go soft-and he hadn't come.
Lou got up and stuck his head outside the curtains, and looked around the pool area. He spotted another mermaid, Bettye, and called her over. She was a stranger to Roz, who had not yet gotten to know all the other girls. "Shove that thing up my ass, again, will you, so I can fuck this girl properly," he ordered Bettye.
Roz could feel the difference almost instantaneously. Lou's prong got concrete-hard immediately, and he began jamming it to her with greater force than ever. The combination of anal stimulation for him, while he was giving it to someone else in the ass, assured him of instant orgasm.
"I wish I could flood your asshole as well as you flooded mine," he said to Roz, as he rolled away in utter satisfaction. Personally, Roz thought he had done a good enough job as it was. He waved Bettye away; he didn't need her services any more. Then he bent over Roz's ass, and licked away whatever ice cream was left around the edge. She thought he expected her to do the same to his cock, and she rolled over, but as she did so, he walked away. I guess frenching doesn't turn him on like greeking does, she thought to herself, unless he had to run to the bathroom. Whatever the reason, his sudden departure left Roz in an exceedingly horny state.
She waited for a few minutes, looking out through the open space in the enclosure, where the fourth curtain wasn't drawn; but she didn't see any sign of him. She was hot as hell, and the vibrator was lying on the floor right next to the lounge. She couldn't bear to be left in this condition. She knew the party would be beginning soon, but she didn't expect to get laid five minutes after the party started, and anyhow, "soon" wasn't soon enough.
She had to do something, so she picked up the vibrator and stuck it up her pussy. It didn't take long till she came. Lou had turned her on enough with all his anal activity.
In the process of playing with herself with the vibrator, Roz attracted a bit of a crowd. No-one at the Hedonist Club objected to that sort of thing, of course; they liked it. Roz herself was too damned hot to care. After watching, some of the members and mermaids went on about whatever they had been doing previously; others got together and followed Roz's example, using vibrators on each other, or doing it in whatever way they wished. Watching her had made them horny.
Roz herself, relieved for the moment of the unbearable hominess she had been left with after her adventure with Lou, headed quickly for the locker room to change out of her uniform and into the dress she was wearing to the party.
Some of the other girls were dressing in the locker room, and speculating on how good a party this one would be. "Most of the parties here are real swinging affairs." one of the girls told Roz.
Bob, the club director, one of the four who had interviewed Roz initially, seemed to be in charge when she got to the party. "Shall we eat the food before we eat each other?" he was asking. The reaction from the party-goers was mixed. "Let's have a few volunteer platters," he asked. Roz, unsure of what it was about, kept silent and looked around.
Several of the other mermaids present had volunteered, and after a minute Roz decided if it was part of a freaky turn-on f arty scene, it had to be her bag, so without knowing what she was getting herself into, she raised her hand.
"Now you wouldn't want to serve from a dirty platter, would you?" asked Bob. "Who wants to volunteer to wash the platters?" Several men spoke up.
Bob herded the mermaids who had volunteered previously into a group in the middle of the room, and motioned to the members who had also volunteered. The men began undressing the girls-Roz included-and lifted them up onto some tables that were set up in the middle of the room. Someone else brought buckets of water, washcloths, soap, and towels, and the men set to work washing the girls. They washed them slowly, carefully, paying special attention to the most important parts.
Not a breast, not a clit, not a pussy lip went unnoticed. Not an asshole escaped without a careful going-over. Every inch of genital area was carefully washed, with the utmost attention paid to it, to be sure it was immaculate and in otherwise excellent condition. When the men had the girls thoroughly clean, they reached for the towels to dry them.
"No," Protested one of the mermaids. "That's no way to do it. If you want to be sure a girl is dried thoroughly and gently, don't use a rough towel and leave things up to chance. Use your tongue to dry her. You'll do a thorough job and a careful one. No rough cloth on her skin, either."
Not only the men and girls participating, but the ones who were watching, as well, were more than caught up in the spirit of this chore. When the girls were thoroughly dry-that is, dry of body; their cunt juices were beginning to flow from all this activity-Bob called for the hors d'oeuvres to be brought out.
On one of the girls he spread caviar; on another he spread onion dip; on a third he spread shrimp dip; on a fourth he put squares of assorted cheeses. Then he told the men who had volunteered to finish putting the rest of the hors d'oeuvres on the platters. " He then repeated the process in reverse, getting girl volunteers to wash off male platters, and spread food on them.
"O.K., people, come and get your hors d oeuvres.
And remember, no hands."
Everyone began licking hors d'oeuvres from the platters, girls from the male platters, men from the female platters. All agreed that the means of serving the food enhanced the flavor.
Roz soon spotted some delicious-looking chopped liver, heaped in a mound atop one guy's balls, and didn't stop eating even when she had gotten down to the bottom of the chopped liver. This was after several of the members had licked her clean, licking up every drop of guacamole from her breasts, and nibbling every canape that was resting on her legs.
"Who remembers how to play 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey'?" asked Bob, when the hors d'oeuvres were finished. A number of groans were heard, but most of the people present knew that if Bob suggested it at a Hedonist Club party, he had to have something in mind that was less square than it sounded at first.
"O.K., Jackie, you can be the target," Bob said. "You others, pair off. One man and one girl. Anybody that's left over can be a judge of the game. Jackie, please undress. And how about the rest of you undressing, too. I wouldn't want you to feel overdressed, compared to Jackie, and this is an informal party."
Jackie was well stacked; and, at Bob instructions, everyone had a good look at her before being blindfolded. Then each couple in turn was placed facing Jackie, and each girl in turn had her hand guided to the penis of the man she was paired off with.
"Now speak encouragingly to your man, girls. Help your partner. And help him with your hand, too. He has to shoot his gun at the target. The bull's eye is her cunt, and the man who shoots closest to it wins. Don't anybody peek."
The first couple took their place in front of the target. Rhonda and Ted were determined to win. Ted wanted to be the winner so that he could get to lick the target, anywhere he wanted, or get her to lick him if he preferred. Rhonda wanted to win because she couldn't bear the thought of losing-the losing girl had to lick the target, which would be a marvelous diversion for the men to watch, even if the losing girl and the target herself were both not too happy over the arrangement.
"Think how it would feel inside me," Rhonda began, but Ted stayed limp as spaghetti. "You could have my cunt or my mouth," she went on. Ted's penis didn't respond. Her hand moved up and down his shaft, all the while she was speaking, but to no avail. She aimed his penis at where she thought Jackie's cunt was, but first she would have to get it hard or she would never win.
Then she remembered where Ted's head was at. "If you don't shoot right onto her cunt, I'm going to whip you." His rod began to stiffen. "I'll chain-whip your back and your ass and your balls." His prong was erect, now, and responding to her verbal and manual stimulation. She kept it up, and within a few minutes he had come. But not anywhere near the bull's eyes. Not even on Jackie, in fact. His come had hit the wall, next to her, at the height of her knees.
The blindfolds were removed from Rhonda and Ted, and the next couple took their place. This man was much more responsive to the touch of his partner's hand, and in no time he had shot his load in the direction she had aimed him-but he had come no closer to the target than Ted had. "I think you aimed me wrong on purpose," he said to his partner after the blindfolds were removed. "You just didn't want me licking her. You wanted to keep me all to yourself, this evening."
"Now, that's no way to talk to me," the girl protested. "I'm a mermaid, not some possessive girlfriend of yours. That's about as bad as treating a mistress like a wife!" He laughed, and so did most of the others who were listening.
Roz was next, with a guy named Tom whom she had been with a few times before at the club. He had the hots for her, and was giving her as much trouble, as Ted had given Rhonda, only in a different way.
He was consciously trying not to let her words and actions get through to him.
"Why waste it on your hand and that girl's body over there?" he kept asking her. "Let's sneak away where we have a little privacy and I'll show you how to really use this thing of mine."
"Let's not leave the party yet," said Roz. "O.K., then we can lie down on the floor right here and do it. I'm sure no-one will object," countered Tom.
"I'm sure too," answered Roz, "but what about the party and the game?"
"The hell with it. I have something better to put this in. In you! And you have something better to stimulate me with than your hand. Why waste it?"
"But we can still do that later. I promise. Or tomorrow, if you prefer. Or both," Roz insisted. Right now, let's get on with the game. Everybody's waiting."
At last he acquiesced, and when she began describing what they could do when they did get together, the pictures that her words evoked in his mind, together with the motions of her hand, had a speedy effect. "Tomorrow," she was promising, "I'll take care of you both ways, if you want. Since you're not sure whether you'd rather save this," and she gently squeezed his strong hard-on, "for my mouth or my box, why not try both and see? Tonight we join in the party; tomorrow you can have me any way you want." She massaged his balls with his other hand, while still stroking up and down the shaft of his penis with long steady strokes. "If you want, you can screw me first, and then I'll french you. Or you can fuck me in my mouth first, and then in my box. I'm sure you can last a long time, the second time. I'll get on top and do most of the work. You can just lie there and see how many minutes you can stand it, before that joystick of yours explodes inside me."
It was at this point in the game that his joystick did explode and after their blindfolds were removed, they saw that they at least had hit the target, even if it was on the breasts.
Tom looked crestfallen, that he had wasted his hard-on on the game, and his juice on the target. He could have had his pleasure with Roz. She, meanwhile, had turned around to watch the next couple, who were trying to hit the target with all the precision of a West Point Cadet. Their aim was so close-his come landed just at the top edge of Jackie's cunt hair-that several of the couples accused them of peeking.
"Just good instincts," he answered. "That thing points straight at pussy like a compass points due north."
None of the other couples came as close, so he got to lick the target. Rhonda and Ted were judged to be the farthest off, leaving Rhonda to unwillingly lick Jackie too.
"You lick her first, "the winning man told Rhonda. "I want to watch. It'll be an inspiration to me." Unwillingly, Rhonda complied, cursing Ted for his bad aim, and wondering if he had shot so wide of the mark on purpose, just to get to see her lick off Jackie.
"Can't I lick one of the men instead?" Rhonda asked, hesitantly. "I'd be happy to lick him all over, and do anything he asks."
"No, it has to be Jackie," was the answer, although a few of the men's faces brightened considerably at the prospect of what she was suggesting. Rhonda knew better than to argue. As a mermaid, she had to abide by the rules. Reluctantly, she went to work licking Jackie. Reluctantly, Jackie let her. But if the two girls were something less than pleased at the prospect, most of the men were delighted.
"She's got some come on her breasts, Rhonda, lick it off," called one of the men.
"Do you want a little help, honey?" yelled another.
"Go to it, girl. Do a good job," encouraged another of the members.
Rhonda licked away at Jackie, till she reached the inevitable focal point of her attentions: Jackie's cunt. She licked at the cunt hairs, till they were reasonably clean and free of come, then parted them with her hands and licked the juicy clit and rosy inner lips. Jackie, in spite of herself, was writhing. Rhonda licked faster, wishing to get it over with as fast as possible. She had never gone down on another girl before, or paid any kind of sexual attention to another girl, for that matter.
As the men watched and grew excited, a funny thing happened: Rhonda, without realizing it, was growing excited too. As Jackie moaned, tossed her body around, and thrust her cunt insistently up at Rhonda, the girl who was the source of all the heat that was coursing through Jackie's body was getting pretty damned hot herself. Jackie moaned as she came, her body going limp and her dripping cunt throbbing. Rhonda drew back; the muscles in her thighs were taut and twitching. She was in a daze both repulsed and turned on by the experience.
Meanwhile, it was Buzz's turn. He was the man who had won the contest, for which accomplishment he was to be given the prize of licking off the target. He was in a fine excited condition, as a result of having watched Rhonda's attentions to Jackie, a few minutes ago. With each little lick of Rhonda's leg, un-noticed by her in her excitement, the blood coursed through the veins in his hard shaft, till it swelled and throbbed in readiness.
No matter that he had just sent a hot stream of come onto Jackie's body; his weapon was ready to fire again, fully loaded after witnessing the demonstration that had just preceded his take-over of the target as the sexual object of his tongue's attentions. He began seeking out any crevices that might have gone un-noticed by Rhonda.
His tongue darted in and out of Jackie's armpits. "Hey, there's nothing there!" hollered one of the guys who were watching. "Get to the point."
"He's the one with the point," wisecracked one of the mermaids, looking longingly at his erect shaft, "and I'll be glad to get to it for him."
"Keep away," snapped Jackie. "Mine!"
"There's enough of me to go around." Buzz pacified them in a conciliatory tone. "Meanwhile, let me continue the tongue-bath this talented young lady so richly deserves." And he did, licking in slow small strokes, working his way down from her armpits, around her neck, and down to her breasts. Lovingly, he lapped at each tit and licked each nipple, stroking them with his raspy tongue till they stood up hard and slightly wrinkled.
Buzz nibbled at the two brown nipples, nipped at the little buttons till the goose-flesh crawled a-cross Jackie's body, then sucked on them gently, then more strongly, till he saw her knees go weak. "Why are you still standing?" he asked her. "Lie down and make yourself comfortable." She did. He rolled her over, cleaned tits down and ass up. "Mustn't miss a spot," he explained.
"Now you know nobody got any come on her ass," protested one of the mermaids.
"You're just jealous," replied Buzz, and she nodded her head in absolute agreement. Buzz continued his licking spree, biting the cheeks of Jackie's ass and running his tongue up and down her ass crack, till his tongue found the hole and worked its way slowly in, then faster in and out, and faster, till it was darting in and out again, and Jackie was squirming ecstatically.
He flipped her over, again, and she lay on her back while he continued his ministrations, assuring himself that her tits were spotlessly clean, then her bellybutton, then her thighs, and finally her cunt. He massaged her outer lips with his fingers, then he sucked on her inner lips, bit them gently, and lightly touched her clit with his tongue.
He rasped his tongue across her clit, up and down, while massaging her tits with his hands, till her cunt exploded and she shoved her cunt against his face. She was dripping with love-juice. As Buzz came up for air, Jackie asked him, "Can I return the favor?"
"Any time," he answered. "It will be my pleasure."
"I'll certainly try to make it your pleasure," she told him and immediately went to work on him. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock, and lightly across the top. She began to suck on him with long slow teasing strokes. He lay back, enjoying this, for a minute or two, then firmly removed her head from his swollen tool and indicated the position he wanted her to assume. She lay on her stomach, ass up, and Buzz shoved his prick up her nether end. She yelled as he touched bottom, a little painfully, and Buzz continued his motions but a little more gently.
Jackie moved her ass up and down, Buzz shoved his prick in and out, and in no time, he came. Made hot already by the evening's previous diversions, he had little trouble in reaching a speedy climax-in fact, he had trouble in lasting as long as he did. His passions quenched for the moment, he returned to the sidelines to see what would happen next. Jackie whose fires had also died down, headed for the bar to get a drink. All that fire had raised a thirst.
But there was one participant whose passions had not abated-Rhonda. She was still strangely turned on by her experience with Jackie. Larry looked at her, saw her body quivering, and caught the also upset expression on her face. He understood. "Don't worry. You're not gay. There's nothing wrong with enjoying something different once in a while, but you're still a man's woman. Want me to prove it to you? I could take care of that bad case of the hots you've got, at the same time."
He lay on his back, pulling her on top of him. She guided his prick into her hole, and he shoved it all the way in. Her ass began jumping immediately.
"See," he reassured her, "you still get turned on by a strong prong."
"Shut up," she answered. "Less talking and more fucking." He was happy to comply. The other members and mermaids, watching the actions, were getting pretty turned on themselves. Soon one corner of the room was a mass of squirming bodies, lying on couches, making it in chairs, doing it standing up, or suffering through the agonies of getting stepped on by someone while in the middle of making it on the floor.
Roz was standing off to the side, watching the activity. There was just no-one she particularly wanted to make it with at the minute, and no activity going on that she wanted to join in. Yet she didn't want to get left out of the fun, just on account of being too choosy.
Tom came back to her, still feeling gypped for having wasted his come on the target when it could have been inside her. He had another man with him, a new member whom Roz had never seen before. "This is Pete. He spotted you from across the floor. He says you look more enticing than anyone else he's seen here yet. Of course, he's only been here ten minutes." Tom added teasingly as an afterthought.
"Welcome of the Hedonist Club," said Roz. "New member?"
"Yup," said Pete. "I just joined. This party is the first thing I've been to, here."
"Well, don't judge the whole Hedonist Club by the party. It's not always like this. As a matter-of-fact, this is the first Hedonist Club party I've been to, myself; I've only been a mermaid for a short while. But it's a pretty groovy scene, especially for a chick who digs sex as much as I do."
"How did you get to work here? I mean, they don't advertise in the "Help Wanteds" in the paper, do they?"
"Hardly," answered Roz. "A friend of mine works here, and she pointed the way."
"Does she dig sex as much as you do?"
"You better believe it," affirmed Roz.
"Then maybe we should invite her over here to join us," suggested Pete.
"I don't think so," Tom broke in. "She's just had quite a workout, as a target in a party game we were just playing. I imagine she's exhausted and not at her best. Catch her tomorrow if you want to try her out."
"Well, then, why don't the three of us have a little private party," suggested Pete. "Unless you'd like to invite another one of your friends to join us."
"All the girls look pretty busy," said Roz, looking around the room. "Why don't we entertain ourselves. I'm sure I can think of something to amuse you."
"I'm sure you can," agreed Pete. "You look talented, capable, and imaginative. And I'm sure you're experienced, if you work here. What would you suggest?"
"Well, what's your preference?" queried Roz.
"Every man's head is in a different place. Every guy's balls get hot from different stimuli. What turns you on?"
"Well, I'm a great admirer of the female form," said Pete. "Why don't you start by taking off those few clothes you have on."
Roz did as he suggested, but when she got down to her panties, he insisted she keep them on. "I have a few quirks, as you'll find out," he told her.
Roz's eyes lit up. "There's nothing to spark up a dull party like a good kinky partner."
"This doesn't look to be such a dull party!" said Pete.
"Oh, it's not, really," agreed Roz, "but compared to everyday activities here at the club, it's not all that wild either."
The next thing, Pete was stripping for her! That was an act she hadn't encountered too often before. Slowly he took his clothes off, showing his body off to her blatantly, temptingly-and although he hadn't the best built body in the world, she found herself getting intrigued. When he had stripped down to his bare skin, he took his dick, which stood at full attention, and began rubbing it across her. But every time she made a grab for it with her hand, he drew away, making her hotter and more frustrated. She rubbed up against him, but with her panties on she couldn't get even the satisfaction she normally might have gotten just from rubbing.
She was getting hotter and hotter, and Pete was enjoying watching her immensely. The next big surprise was when Pete said, "O.K., Tom, why don't you and Roz make it?"
"What about you?" asked Roz.
"I'll be all right," was all he would answer. "I'll tell you what, though, Tom, can you wait a little bit longer?" Tom nodded his head, curious as to what Pete's next idea would be. "Roz, lie down and play with yourself. Only leave those panties on for a bit yet."
Mystified, surprised, but willing, Roz lay down and did as he had asked. It was difficult to get as excited as she might have, with the panties blocking the way between her finger and her clit, but she did the best she could, and it wasn't too bad. Meanwhile, Pete whispered something to another mermaid who was passing by, and she nodded her head and moved away again.
Roz lay there, fingering her clit through her panties and massaging her breasts with her other hand. They, at least, were not covered, but she didn't get the same sensation, the same turn-on, the same satisfaction from them that she got from her box.
The other mermaid came back, carrying a large feather. "Thank you," said Pete, and then, to Roz, "Roll over." She wondered what he was going to do with the feather and her ass. Stick it up? But he wasn't quite ready for the feather yet. He shoved something up her ass-she couldn't see what; she was lying face down. Then he bent down to her ass, and she thought he was going to stick his tongue up, but that wasn't what he did.
She felt the object he had shoved up her ass begin to expand, and she realized he was doing something to make it do that. It felt like some kind of balloon, with a rough outside, uneven and not smooth, and with grease all over the outside. It got larger and larger within her, and he began moving it around and around. At first she felt a little uptight about it-what if it burst inside her? Couldn't it possibly hurt her? But soon it was exciting her so that she forget her concern-she couldn't concentrate on fear with the exciting sensation of this thing moving around up her ass.
Just when she was really getting going from it, Pete rolled her over again, deflated the balloon halfway and pulled it out of her in one sharp motion. It came out without bursting, touching all the nerves inside her asshole on the way out. He had pulled her panties off half-way, when he shoved the balloon up her ass. Now he removed them all the way, and started applying the large feather to her clit.
"Do it. Do it yourself. Do it to yourself." he told her, urgently. She took the feather and began eagerly stroking her clit with it, Was she finally to be allowed to come? She looked over at Tom and Pete. Both were undressing, and both had bulging hard-ons. Pete looked as if he would come in his pants, or in mid-air, if this kept up much longer. Tom looked pretty damned hot too.
"Now take her," Pete instructed Tom, snatching the feather away from Roz just as she felt she would go insane if he didn't let her reach climax soon.
"What about you?" asked Roz, curious as to what part Pete intended to play in all this. Tom wasted no time asking questions, but threw himself on top of her and began pumping. Roz's face was contorted in agony from being brought so close and not allowed to come, each time. She thrust her body sharply up against Tom, determined nothing should stop her from climaxing this time.
Roz turned her face toward Pete to see what he was doing through all this. He was busily-and apparently most happily-jerking off while watching the couple writhing on the floor. As Tom bit his teeth into Roz's shoulder, and Roz dug her fingernails into Tom's back, Pete's hand went back and forth faster and faster on his stiff shaft, while his other hand cradled and fondled his aching balls. Roz found that watching him was making her more excited!
Not that she needed any additional excitement-she was hot as a firecracker and as ready to explode-and explode she did, with a scream of relief that was so heartfelt that the others nearby looked up to see what just had been done to her. Roz lay back, panting, thoroughly exhausted. "I've had enough for one night!" she exclaimed.
"You? Enough? Never!" laughed one of the members who had enjoyed her body on many occasions.
"Everyone has their limits-even me-and that little workout really took its toll. You do want me to be fresh and rested and ready for action tomorrow, don't you?"
"Yes!" answered several of the men at once.
"But the party isn't nearly over with yet," protested one of the other mermaids who was Roz's friend.
"Shut up!" snapped another girl. "The more girls go home, the more men there are left for us. Think, you might wind up with two or three men at a time working on you.
"I'm drooling at the thought. It's beautiful. But I'll wind up as exhausted as poor Roz at this rate!" retorted her friend.
"I'll see you in the morning!" Roz called out, as she was leaving.
"We'll be waiting," several of the men called back in reply.
Pete walked to the door behind Roz. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he reminded her.
"Oh, wow!" she said. "You!" She looked at him, guiltily. A good mermaid always took care of the man she was with. Good care. Total care. And she had forgotten him completely, after finally achieving climax with Tom.
"Lie down and play with yourself."
"Isn't there anything else I can do for you instead?" she pleaded. I don't think I'm gonna make it again. I don't think I can. I don't think I have it in me any more. You used me up and wore me out."
"There's lots of other things you can do for me. Tomorrow. In addition. But not instead and not tonight. Come on, girl, finish what you started." He removed from the unwilling Roz what few clothes she had managed to get back on, and pushed her gently but firmly down to the floor. Obediently, she began playing with her twat. Pete looked on, enraptured, and stroked his dick.
Roz reflected that if she had left him hanging, by getting up after she reached climax without first making sure that he had come too, then he must be in the same kind of agony from which she had been suffering earlier. For just a moment, she was overcome with remorse. She wouldn't inflict that torture on her worst enemies-only on the best men she knew, if they dug that scene.
Then she remembered that Pete was the very cause of her previous agony and instead of regretting having left him up in the air, she began to regret the fact that she was about to relieve his condition. She ought to just leave him hanging where he was! She toyed briefly with the thought of just getting up, continuing on into the dressing room for which she had been heading when Pete had stopped her, getting dressed in her street clothes and going home.
Then she decided that she loved her job too much to risk losing it out of pure spite. What was it Jackie had said-the men enjoyed the interviews so much, when hiring new girls, that they thought nothing of firing girls who were working for them, in order to hire new ones. Roz decided she had better play it safe and not give the club any justification or provocation for firing her. Any excuse to fire a girl and hire a new one-well, let them pick on some other girl, not Roz.
But why not torment this guy a little bit? If she gave him his satisfaction in the end-in the end-that was a corny but very applicable pun-then what harm to torturing him in the meanwhile. It was the very best kind of torture; he might very well love it. And wouldn't she just love to retaliate by giving it to him.
Yawning and sighing elaborately, she stopped playing with herself, stretched, and just lay there, making no attempt to get up or conceal her luscious body. Pete looked at her. His hand slowly stopped its stroking motions. Without the stimulus of Roz setting fire to her own cunt, Pete couldn't make the scene. Not from just the efforts of his own hand, alone.
He looked at the nude form of the girl, stretched out on the ground, seductive, alluring, exciting-but not exciting enough for what he needed. Roz, lying on the ground in the open courtyard, could only think how lucky she was that the weather was warm. Had it been winter, this guy might have made her lie down here naked anyhow, for all she knew.
"Play with yourself. Go on!" he insisted rather sharply.
"You don't like frustration either, I see," she said with an evil grin. "Oh, it's fun when that's the name of the game, when that's what your head is at, when that's the scene you want to be into. But not when you're boiling hot and really just have to come. Right?"
Jumping up from the ground, Roz opened her pocketbook and removed a large kerchief which she sometimes wore around her neck or on her head. Catching Pete off guard, before he had time to think what she was doing, she grabbed his hands behind his back and tied them there. Tightly she knotted the kerchief, so that he couldn't get loose, and then, having made sure there was no way he could reach his engorged and throbbing dick with his hands, she returned to the ground in front of him and continued playing with herself.
It was pure torture of Pete. She put on a good show, and he couldn't touch himself. His dick was crying out for attention, and he could do nothing.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" asked Roz in a mock-solicitous voice laced with honey-sweet sarcasm. She put her legs up in the air, spread-eagle, giving him a beautiful view of her buttocks her cunt, her clit, and her rapidly working finger. He watched her love-juice well up in her hole and spill over the edge of her twat. His cock ached to cream.
"Please!" he begged, struggling in vain to free his hands so that he could give some comfort to his tortured tool.
"Hey, baby, do you dig the show?" Roz asked him softly. She spread her legs even wider, so that the view would be, if possible, even better. Pete stared in agony, struggling to free his hands from the kerchief. Roz's ass was bouncing up and down on the ground, as her middle finger hit its target and sent her soaring back up to the heights. Pete's face was absolutely contorted in agony, as he watched her with glazed wide-staring eyes.
Roz slowed her pace-at this rate, she would come again before long, and then the show would be over. She wanted to prolong his torture. Of course it would be torture, too, but of a different nature, if she came, said "Show's over," and left, leaving him high and dry-but that wasn't what she'd had in mind.
She watched Pete's body quivering. He looked as if he were about to come any minute, and she pointed this out to him when he again begged her to free his hands. "Yes, but I don't want to come like this, doing nothing," he replied.
"Well, then, don't watch me," said Roz, continuing to stroke her clit with her right hand, and fondling her breasts now with her left hand. She watched one drop of juice drip from the tip of Pete's stiff shaft. His whole body was shaking, now, and his prong looked ready to burst. His balls looked tight and tortured, and his face was absolutely contorted in a grimace.
Roz squeezed her ample breast so that the brown nipple stood out pointed straight outward. She ran her finger idly over her nipples, while continuing the action on her clit. Pete's knees were starting to give way, and he called to her, again, begging, "Please untie me," but he stayed rooted to the spot, and she made no move to get up and end his agony.
The love-juice was still running out of her twat, and her hips were jumping up and down again. She inched her writhing body along the ground, closer to Pete, still playing with her dripping twat. She took her left hand off her breasts, dipped one finger into her dripping juice, and shoved it up her ass, causing herself to squeal as a shiver ran up her back.
Pete's eyes went even wilder, glazed over, and rolled back in his head, as his balls shot their load out through his stiff tortured shaft. His face reflected not relief but acute disappointment that it had happened this way.
Roz, with three fast moves of her thumb on her clit, brought herself off. She lay there a minute, recovering from the experience, then got up and released Pete from his restraint, replacing the kerchief in her pocketbook.
"You little bitch," said Pete. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
"If you're still talking to me," replied Roz.
"Of course I am, and I've got some friends I'd like you to meet," said Pete. "They're new members, like me. Just joined. Didn't even come to the party tonight. I think you'd enjoy them. I know they'll enjoy you."
"Then it will be my pleasure," said Roz. "I'll look for all of you here tomorrow. What's their specialty? Are they like you?"
"Oh, we're all of us kinky, but in lots of different ways," answered Pete. "You'll meet them. You'll see for yourself. Tomorrow."
"That's a date," said Roz, and she walked away toward the dressing room. She was tired and hot and sweaty and dirty, so she took a fast shower before getting into her street clothes. She would take a nice long bath with some perfumed oil, when she got home, but she'd better hurry if she wanted to get to bed before it was time to get up again. She'd need all the sleep she could get. It promised to be a long and exciting day tomorrow.
CHAPTER FOUR
THOSE KINKY NEW MEMBERS
Roz got out of bed late the next morning, having had something less than her full complement of sleep, but she had a lot of things to do. The day flew by, although Roz began to drag ass as it got later and later. She thought, briefly, of calling in sick. She wasn't concerned that she would get fired for doing that-all the girls did it once in a while. The management knew it wasn't easy to keep changing shifts and still get a proper amount of sleep every night. And an exhausted mermaid was not a particularly entertaining one.
Still, the thought of what might lie ahead intrigued her. Pete was supposed to be introducing her to some equally kinky friends, new members. She thought, well, if I stay home, I can always get to meet them tomorrow. But then she thought, they might not be at the club the next day. And besides, if she stayed home, her new neighbor would undoubtedly come looking for her. He was good-looking, sexy, and had cast some very interested glances in her direction every time they met in front of the mailbox. If he came to introduce himself to her, she would no doubt wind up in the sac! with him.
A "busman's holiday"-who needed it?! So if she was going to get laid, she might as well go to work to do it. Besides, she had the swimming pool to relax in, there, when she wasn't busy. And she really was intrigued at the thought of meeting Pete's friends. Their kinks might not lie in a direction that interested her-and then again, they might. Ch-one of them might be on to a new twist, some quirk that she not only wasn't into, but wasn't at all familiar with. Let's face it, she thought to herself, this is a very education job. She laughed to herself at that, and checked her watch to see how close it was to six o'clock, when she had to be in to work.
At the club, Roz saw Pete almost immediately after she had changed into her bathing suit "uniform."
"Would you like to meet my friends?" he asked her. She followed him to one of the many private rooms, where he introduced her to Mark and Len, who introduced themselves very forthrightly.
"Hi, I'm Mark. I'm into gadgets."
"Hi, I'm Len. I'm into animals."
Roz, taken aback for just a moment by their frankness, just stood there and gaped, an expression of wonderment on her face. Then she grinned, and answered them, "Hi, I'm Roz. I'm into sex!" The three men applauded her.
"Do you dig the gadget scene?" Mark asked her.
"You mean like vibrators and dildoes and stuff?" she asked.
"I'm way past those," he answered her. "I started on them. Now I'm into home-made things. Interesting gadgets. And stuff I've found that was maybe never meant to be used the way I use it, but that presented itself to me as an interesting possibility.
"Like what?" asked Roz. "Do you have anything with you?"
"Of course," answered Mark. "I never travel without them. Or at least, certainly not to a place like this. And especially not when I know I might be meeting a pretty girl like you. Pete told us all a-bout you. You really are a pretty exciting chick. Do you think you dig my scene?"
"One way to find out!" answered Roz.
Mark had an attache case on the floor behind him, which Roz hadn't noticed before. He reached down, picked it up, and opened it. Roz caught a quick glimpse of an assortment of gadgets, and some familiar-looking objects inside. She bent forward to get a better look. So did Len.
"I'm new to this scene myself," he explained to Roz, when he saw her look at him quizzically. "We're friends, sure, but we've never travelled in the same sexual circles. Our buddy Pete, here, was over at my house the other day, and Mark joined us, and we were sitting around bullshitting like guys will. Well, we got onto the subject of girls-of course-and what we'd like to do with this one girl in particular, whom we all know, if we had her there right then.
"Well, we'd admired girls together before, sure, and pointed out pretty ones, and said we wished we had them; but we'd never before gotten down to specifics of what we'd each like to do with them. We were all surprised to find out we were all three kinky, but none of us in the same ways. Pete had just heard about this place, and applied for membership, and he suggested we all do the same. We did, and now we're here. And we're going to enjoy ourselves."
"That's for damn sure," echoed Pete.
"You better believe it!" Mark asserted.
"When do we start?" was Roz's only question. She was eager to learn what new depravities and other fun these fellows could teach her. Mark reached into his attache case, and pulled out a soft-bristled brush. "We'll start you off slowly," he explained, "and get freakier later on" He slowly drew off her uniform, while he and his friends sat there and admired the fine piece of female flesh that had been concealed-but not very well concealed-underneath.
"This is just an ordinary soft-bristled brush," he said almost reassuringly.
"Don't worry. I'm not uptight about whatever you might do to me. It's part of my job. Besides, I dig sex anyhow," Roz told him. Now it was her turn to be re-assuring.
"Groovy," said Mark. He motioned for her to lie down, then he drew up her legs and inserted the brush in her cunt. He didn't move it in and out, only around and around, twirling it slowly in her. Gently, he touched every one of her nerves with those soft probing bristles, till it was evident from her moans and from the expression on her face that she was getting very turned on. Now he took a smaller and even softer version of the same brush out of his case, and inserted it up her ass, after rolling her onto her side so that he could have access to both holes at once.
"Which one of you guys would like this brush up your ass?" Mark asked the other two.
"I would," Pete answered almost immediately.
"Good enough," said Mark, removing the brush from Roz.
"But what about her? Aren't you going to finish her off first?" asked Len.
"I have enough gadgets here that she'll be more than well taken care of, by the time we're finished," answered Mark.
"But what about right now? Do you want to leave her hanging like that?" asked Pete.
"Sure. Let her look forward to the other gadgets. Anticipation of what's next can be half the fun," answered Mark. Besides, we're the members here. She's here to serve us." He handed the small soft brush to Roz, and motioned Pete to undress and roll over.
"Here, would you like me to help you?" Roz asked Pete. She crossed over to where he was sitting, and slowly began unbuttoning the sport shirt he was wearing. Bending over him, she rubbed her tits in his face while unbuttoning him, and brushed her hand carelessly across his dick while unzipping his pants.
She removed all his clothes, brushing her tits against him again, and proceeded to insert the brush up his ass. She twirled it around, and he threw his head back and moaned.
"Haven't you got another one of those things?" asked Len. "I could be making her happy while she's taking care of him."
"I have something else I think you could keep her very busy with," Mark answered him, and removed from his case an electric toothbrush. A plain ordinary electric toothbrush.
"What are we going to do with that?" queried Len.
"Use it on her clit," answered Mark, with t tone of voice that indicated that was the most obvious answer in the world. He pulled a piece of silk out of his case, covered the toothbrush head carefully with it, securing it with a staple in the back.
"If--refer, I could cover it with burlap for you instead. I have that in the bag, too. Burlap gives you that nice rough itchy feeling; silk gives you that smooth cool gentle feeling. Which do you prefer? Or I should say, which do you prefer to give her? Or maybe you have something else you'd prefer to use that I haven't thought to bring along. Whatever you think of, they're likely to have it here. Their supply room is supposed to be pretty well stocked with everything."
"The silk sounds fine to me," Len answered, "but I think you should ask her. She's the one who'll be feeling it. She's the one who has to enjoy it."
"The silk sounds fine," said Roz. "They all do, actually. Let's try one at a time."
"Well, what you don't try today, you'll try' next time," answered Mark. "Meanwhile, Len, since I've fixed the brush up with the silk on it, let's leave it like that for the meanwhile. Pete, how are you feeling?"
"Wonderful," he answered. "This alone could never make me come, but it sure does turn me on. The turn-on is half the fun, anyhow. The climax is just that-the climax, the end, the grand finale. But getting there is just as important. Maybe even more so."
"Which of you guys is into Greeking?" asked Mark.
Pete spoke up. "I am!"
"O.K.," said Mark. "Since what you're doing now can get you hot but not make you come, when you're about as hot from that thing as you're going to get, or as you can stand getting, let me know and we'll see where we'll go from there."
"I'm ready now. You've got my curiosity a-roused. What do you have in mind?"
"Roz, come here. You're going to have to stop what you're doing for a minute." What she was doing was twirling the brush up Pete's ass while having her clit vibrated by Len with the silk-covered electric toothbrush. She didn't mind stopping her activities with the brush up Pete's ass, but she regretted having that tormenting brush removed from her clit. That silk was so smooth and soft, the brush glided back and forth over her little pointed man-in-the-boat. As it passed across it each time, it set off sparks. And its action was high-speed, of course. It was giving her clit quite a work out. She hated to stop now!
"Oh, well, it's business, she thought; then she asked Mark, "Now what do you want me to do?"
"Get over here and lie on your stomach," Mark ordered her bluntly. She did as she was told, and in a minute she felt something right up against her asshole. It wasn't anybody's dick. It wasn't anything human. A couple of seconds later, she heard a faint hissing noise and felt something enter her asshole. She jumped, slightly, and tried to turn around and look backwards without changing her position. "What is it?" she asked.
"Shaving cream," answered Mark. "O.K., Pete, now try it."
Pete mounted her from the rear, and poised his dick at her back door, ready to shove. He lunged inward, and drew back slowly. It was an extremely odd sensation-soft and even squishy, but not at all unpleasant. He pumped a few more times. Kind of interesting. In and out and in and out and in and out. Groovy. He dug it. Warm and wet, all-enveloping, covering his prick and creating an inner itch, an urge to really move it around in there, shove it in and out of this exciting surrounding mass of wonderful warmth and wetness.
He increased his tempo. Faster and faster he lunged in and out of her ass, shoving his prick deeper in each time, till she cried out from the pair, but he didn't stop, so great was the desire created in him by the sensation of the shaving cream up her ass.
At last he came, his balls exploding with a huge thrust, sending a volcano-like eruption of come up the shaft of his prick into her ass. Exhausted, and relieved of the terrible driving desire, he fell back. Roz fell forward, flat on her stomach, also tired, and with her asshole still hurting from Pete's deep lunging assaults into it.
"All that gave me an idea," said Len. "Roll over." The weary Roz had no choice but to do so. "See that? That's the one thing that's wrong with her."
"What, my exhaustion?" asked Roz, mystified. "He gave me quite a workout, you know. But I'll be all right in a few minutes." The other two looked at Len, equally mystified as to what he had meant.
"No, not your exhaustion," said Len. "Look." And he pointed to her pussy. "It's not shaved. Now while we have some shaving cream right here would be an excellent time to take care of it."
"You dig shaved pussies?" asked Pete.
"Just quirky, or any special reason why?" asked Mark.
"Two reasons, actually," answered Len. "One quirky, one not. To begin with, I have this preference for younger girls. Now you can't very well run around raping 12-year-olds. Oh, I know some people do, but it's not my style. And it's illegal. And if I ever got caught and got carted off to jail, I'd really be up shit creek. I mean, there's just nobody there to fuck, except the other guys, and I've never dug making it with men." He said this all quite seriously.
"So you see, it's not just, or even primarily, respect for the law, but a firm knowledge of the fact that it would fuck up my sex life if I ever got caught breaking the law ... so the next best thing to actually making it with young girls is to make it with girls who look young, even if they aren't really Jail Bait age. And one thing that makes a girl look that young is a bald pussy."
"The other reason why I like them shaved is very simple: Less hair to get in my teeth. You know the joke about the man who always went to his dentist for a haircut. Well, as a joke it's funny, but in real life it's not. It's damned uncomfortable. Have you ever eaten a real hairy chick, and come up with lots of hair between your teeth? It's a pain in the ass. Let's shave her."
Pete was solicitous enough to stop and ask first. "It's not against club rules to shave you, is it? We wouldn't be getting you in trouble?"
"No," answered Roz, and added silently, or getting yourselves into trouble, either, which is really what you're worried about, not me, isn't it?
"I thought maybe the hair was part of your uniform," Pete added jokingly.
"Then we might as well," said Mark, "If that's what you dig. As long as we've got the shaving cream here."
"Do I take it you want to do the honors, Len?" asked Pete.
"I don't care about doing the actual shaving. I mean, I don't mind doing it, but I don't have to, either. It's not the actual act of shaving that gets me, it's the actual shaved pussy itself."
"Then how about if I do it?" asked Pete.
"Be my guest," said Mark, handing him the shaving cream. Pete took the can and sprayed it on Roz's cunt, carefully covering all the hairs. He gently rubbed the cream in, taking far more care and far more time than was really necessary. He worked the cream in, then felt around carefully with his fingers, to see if everything was covered properly," as he explained it.
"But why my clit?" Roz asked with a laugh. "That's not supposed to be covered."
"Maybe the girl's unusual. Maybe she's got a hairy clit," Mark teased back.
Pete went to work with the razor. "Careful!" Roz cautioned him. "That's my livelihood you're tampering with. One wrong move and I'm out of work!" Mark seemed to get a kick out of watching the process, but it was Len who was really turned on when the job was finished, and Roz lay there with a bald cunt.
"Now that you've got me turned on b y having her shaved, have you got anything in your bag, there, to increase the fun?" asked Len.
Mark removed two strange objects from the bag. The first, which he handed to Len, looked like a miniature tree: one thin centre trunk with many prickly branches, the whole thing made out of rubber. "It's better than any french tickler. Try it and see."
Len put it up Roz's cunt and soon had her doing a horizontal dance. While all this was going on, Mark put the other object in Roz's hand. It was a weird looking contraption, part of which was shaped like a cup, only made of spongy rubber, another part of which was made of harder rubber, and looked vaguely like a finger, and the third part of which was the handle, which the contained the batteries. The cup-part fit over the balls, and expanded and contracted enough to squeeze the balls pleasurably, excitingly, but not painfully. The finger-part extended over the cup-part, horizontal to it, and ran up and down the shaft of the guy's dick while the lower portion was squeezing the balls. It also vibrated slightly back and forth while it moved up and down.
All in all it was a wondrous invention, and Roz applied it immediately to Len, with almost as immediate results. They lay there, doing each other rocking back and forth with desire. Len's balls were on fire from the squeezing, and the rubber finger was sending shock waves up and down his shaft. He could feel the come starting to boil up from his balls, urged on by the vibrating, squeezing gadget. He was further excited by the sight of Roz, whose shaved pussy was responding just as strongly to the rubber tree inside her. All her nerves were buzzing.
The prickly branches moved around inside her, rubbing against her nerves, driving her insistently toward climax. All her nerves were exposed, alive, and crying out fro relief from the torture of the desire that the rubber instrument was creating in her. Her whole cunt buzzed and throbbed, as the little rubber branches excited every nerve.
Len set up a new rhythm with the gadget, a new motion, moving it in and out very fast, then twirling it around inside her, then in and out again, then twirl again. Though she could hardly keep her mind on what she was doing to Len with the cup-and-finger, she moved it around so that the finger was on the side of the shaft, and she set up a gently up and down movement of the gadget, so that the balls were squeezed even further, but still not to the point of pain, and there was additional movement of the finger on the shaft.
Len trembled with the sensation. Drops of moisture appeared at the tip of his cockhead. His balls, already on fire, felt as if they would burst. The nerves in Roz's cunt reached the limit of their endurance, too. Quivering, tensing, relaxing, she came. Swooping down on Len with her mouth, she took his cock between her lips and sucked, just as he was ready to shoot his load.
His come poured into her mouth, and she swallowed it, draining it to the last drop, She licked her lips, and ran her tongue across his cockhead to make sure she hadn't missed any.
"Next thing, they'll come up with an artificial pussy," said Pete, teasingly, with a smile on his face.
"They already have," said Mark, smiling back. "Would you like to see it?" Pete nodded his head and Mark took it out of the case. "Would you like to try it?" Pete shook his head doubtfully. He wasn't sure he was quite ready for this, and besides, it wasn't really where his head was at. Len shook his head, too. What kind of endurance did Mark think he had? He had just this second come in Roz's mouth, with the aid of one of Mark's gadgets, and here the man wanted him to go again. Forget it!
"Why don't you show us, Mark?" Pete said. "After all, you're the one who really digs the gadget scene. You brought all these things here because you like to use them, and you've been letting us have all the fun."
"Yeah, Mark," echoed Len. "You take the artificial cunt and show us how it's done."
Roz, meanwhile, was looking at the thing with an expression of mixed fascination and horror. "Well," she said finally, "I guess it's a great convenience for the man alone, or the guy who's really into that scene, like you, but I don't thin! it'll ever put us out of business. Go ahead and show!' Mark's dick was already standing up straight from all the activity he had observed, but Roz watched it really come to life when he inserted it in the rubber contraption. It didn't look anything like a pussy from the outside, but after Mark filled it with warm water, and then stuck his dick in the rubber opening, where he couldn't feel the water only its warmth, he assured them it felt "enough like a pussy to do the job."
At first he held it himself, but after a minute he handed it to Roz. "Here, you hold it. Move it back and forth a little, but not too much. I'll do most of the work." He stood there, ramming his cock in and out of that rubber contraption, and he might have looked ridiculous but for the expression of pure pleasure on his face. It was hard to ridicule a man who was so obviously getting so much satisfaction.
Roz, feeling fascinated, awkward, and a trifle embarrassed, moved the thing back and forth gently, as Mark had asked, and watched as he shoved his dick in and out, fucking the rubber cunt, his face contorted with intense concentration and effort, and pure pleasure.
He paid no attention to her, concentrating all his thought and energy on what he was doing. She was there merely to hold the gadget, not as the object of his sexual desire, or even as an additional stimulation. She, her body, her voice, her personality, were playing no active part in this at all. It was an unusual and rather awkward and uncomfortable role for Roz. Still, she had to admit to herself, that she was fascinated.
Mark's cock seemed harder than ever, when she caught a glimpse of it on the rebound out of the rubber tunnel before he shoved it with a fury into the artificial cunt again. He paid not a bit of attention to her, as he moved his tool faster and faster, in and out, in and out. It seemed almost as if it were something he had to do, and had to do as quickly as possible, to judge from the speed and ferocity of his actions.
With a fury, he fucked the rubber cunt, until with one last hard thrust his overloaded balls shot their load of come, which landed in the artificial pussy. Roz felt distinctly cheated, and, after a moment's thought she put the rubber thing up to her mouth, tilted it up, and drank the come.
"Do you have anything else in that case?" asked Len.
"I don't know about you, but I've had it for the day," said Pete.
"I was just asking," said Len.
"Well, yes, I have a few more things, but I wasn't planning on showing them to you today anyhow," said Mark. "I thought I'd save something for the next time. I'm happy to show my 'toys' to you guys. I'm happy if I make a convert-somebody who gets to enjoy these things as much as I do.
"I'm happy if I just help you enjoy a pleasurable evening. And I'm happy if the lady here has a good time."
Roz nodded her head and said, "Thanks," not knowing quite what else to say. Her head was still whirling a little from that last exhibition. She had heard, vaguely, that there were such things as artificial pussies, but she had never seen them, they were one item that the club did not stock in the storeroom, and she had somehow always assumed that they were an item used by a man when the real thing wasn't around and his own hand wasn't good enough. She never would have expected to see a man choose to use one in a place like this, with a superabundance of available girls on all sides. And what a performance he had put on with it!
"But let's not use them all up in one day," continued Mark. "There's always tomorrow."
"Let's get into someone else's specialties, tomorrow," suggested Len. "What's your bag, Pete?
I have some idea where his head is at, after last night, thought Roz, but what about Len?
"What about you, Len?" asked Pete, echoing Roz's silent question. "So we know you dig shaved pussies, and you groove with younger girls, or girls who look younger. Is that all?"
"No, there's more, but it's freakier. Are you sure you want to know? Because you'll have to join in with me, just like we all did today with Mark. Are you game to try?"
"Sure, but clue us in what it is," said Mark. "Tomorrow," was all Len would say.
"Are you going to join us?" Pete asked Roz. "Sure, if the rest of you guys want me. But it looks like it's going to be Len's party, tomorrow. Better ask him if he wants me. Maybe he'd prefer one of the more baby-faced girls."
"No, you'll do fine. I'll be into another bag tomorrow, not young girls, and I'm more interested in seeing that whoever joins us in adventurous and willing. You are. So that's just fine."
"What shift are you working tomorrow, Roz?" asked Pete.
CHAPTER FIVE
ROLL ME OVER IN THE CLOVER ROVER
Roz wondered what new kink they would all be exploring, and she found herself rushing to get to work early the next day. That seemed kind of dumb since she was due in at work at six o'clock and wasn't due to meet Mark, Len and Pete till seven thirty, and keep her busy past the hour when she was to meet the three new members.
She thought of once again taking refuge in the lifeguard's locker-or at least trying to-she hadn't been very successful the last time. Lou had found her and kept her busy. This time, though, it was the lifeguard himself, Mai, who put her on the alert. "What are you doing?"
Rather than tell him she was trying to kill some free time, without getting involved, since he obviously had some free time, too-the pool was empty-she made up a story to cover her being there that sounded like she had a club member waiting for her-and after all, that was almost the truth.
"I'm supposed to spend the evening with some one-he's waiting for me now-and he thought of making a three scene in the pool. He asked me to scout around and see who was here."
"No-one but me," answered Mai. "But I presume he meant a three scene with two girls."
"Yeah, you just don't fit the role, Mai." Roz told him, grinning.
"I know another groovy scene you could make the next time. Or just you and I. together, if you wanted. We could do it sometime when business is slow, or it's your day off, or something. How about it?"
"What's the bit?"
"Find out for yourself. Join me and you'll see."
"Well, maybe sometime soon, but not today, thanks. Besides, like I said, I've got someone waiting for me."
Roz walked away from the pool, wondering what Mai had in mind to do. She wondered, also what was in Len's mind. The other thing she wondered was where to hide till it was time to meet the three men. She wandered back to the locker room, on the pretense of using the bathroom there, then slowly headed in the direction of the room where she was to meet the three guys. Maybe if she waited there for them, as early as she was, she might not get waylaid by any other members.
She ran a comb through her hair and adjusted her bathing suit. She arranged some oversized pillows on the floor, for anyone who wanted to sit on them. She lit a stick of incense, and inhaled the scent appreciatively. She sat down, and began speculating once again as to what Len's freaky specialty of the evening might be. Frankly, she wished it were nothing too far out.
Before becoming a mermaid at the Hedonist Club, Roz had enjoyed a rich and varied sex life. She had never wanted for a man-or a variety of them-to pleasure her body however she chose. And she chose many different ways, although the preponderance of men she dated or just slept with leaned toward the more prosaic methods. After a long run of straight screwing, interspersed with a. little French and Greek, Roz often missed the other ways she had sometimes done it, and wondered even more about all the ways she hadn't tried.
And when she was lucky enough to find herself hooked up temporarily with a more imaginative man, she still wondered what variations and inventions and perversions there were that they hadn't done. Her life, although far from dull or sexless, left her wanting more, and wondering what else there was.
Now that she was in a milieu where variations were the order of the day, and the male-superior position was the least frequent way it was done, she found herself missing the good old straight screwing she used to do, and wishing she could do more. She wished now-although her logic told her it would be otherwise-that whatever Len's perversion was, it would involve straight screwing all the same. If not with him on top of her, then with her on top of him, but at least something resembling straight screwing for a change. To her perversions spelled fun, but she had been enjoying an abundance of fancy fucking for so long, that a little quiet old straight screwing would have been a pleasure for a change.
She was not to be so lucky.
Promptly at 7:30, Pete and Mark walked in the door. Len was not with them, but when Roz asked where he was, they told her that he had come to the club with them, but had excused himself to go get something-they didn't know what-that he said was supposed to have been delivered to the club for him earlier. They supposed it was whatever he was using tonight.
"And neither of you know what it is? Really?"
"Really," they both insisted. "We wish we did. We're as curious as you."
They all found out soon enough.
Len came in the door of the room with two dogs bounding on a leash, getting as far ahead of him as the leather straps would let them. For a wild moment, the leather leashes reminded Roz of the leather scene and the B & D scene, with restraints and punishments. But, she realized that this was not where Len's head was at, or at least not tonight. He was into "dog training"-the three of them were going to be making it with these two dogs. Appropriately, Roz noticed, one of the dogs was male and the other was female.
Well, it would be a novel experience. She had never made it with a dog before. With any animal, for that matter. She looked at the dog and wondered about his equipment. He thoughts were interrupted by Len.
"Pete, why don't you take the first turn? This gal here," he indicated the female dog, "is used to big strong men. And very willing. Funny, isn't it, they call female dogs 'bitches' but I think that's an insult. I've gone out with lots of two-legged bitches, and they were bitches. This dog here is a lot. more willing, a lot nicer, and doesn't expect me to spend all kinds of money on her, either."
"If she's really that good, show us," Pete said. "You show us. You take the first turn, like I said. You're not chicken, are you?"
"No, of course not. I just never made it with a dog. I'm not sure how to. I guess I feel a little weird about it-but I'll get over it. I joined this club because I wanted to expand my sexual horizons, and I'm not going to learn all kinds of new goodies if I don't try. Say, how do you make it with a dog, anyhow?"
"Dog-fashion, I suppose," said Mark.
"Well, let's try," said Pete, and he pulled down his pants and approached the dog. At first he was hesitant, but then he just grabbed the animal by the sides, with his hands and shoved his prick up her. Having gotten in so easily, he waited, sure the animal would put up some protest, but she made no attempt to resist him. He guessed she must really be used to making it with people! He wondered how often, before, she had been used by people this way, and if she really enjoyed it. He wondered if Len had made it with her often. Then he stopped wondering and got to work.
It was an awkward angle for fucking, or so it seemed to Pete, but he managed. He rammed his shaft in and out of the dog's cunt, feeling a little self-conscious at first; but it was a tight enough fit that after a short while he was so caught up in the excitement that he didn't care who or what it was that he was fucking.
He rammed his rod home in that bitch's cunt till it exploded, and he stood up, aching from the awkward angle at which he had been fucking her, but happy. He began to feel a little embarrassed again, until Len said, "O.K., who's next?"
Pete stopped feeling odd then. Everybody was going to participate. He just wondered one thing-had he made the dog come?
"We've got two dogs here, you know," Len was saying, "One male and one female. How about it, Roz?"
Roz felt about as self-conscious as Pete had, but what the hell, it was all in a day's work-and besides who could tell? It might be fun! She pulled off her clothes (quickly-she was not stripping to entice the men, now), bent over and crouched down, wondering what to do next. The dog did it for her. He approached her, sniffed around, and put his nose to her ass and her cunt. His pointed slippery pink cock began emerging from its sheath.
"Lick it, baby, suck it," Len called to Roz.
She started to ask, "How?" but decided that was a question a Mermaid should not have to ask. She would try to figure this one out. Uncertainly, warily she approached the dog from the rear and rolled him over on his back. Then she leaned down, and gently took the slippery pink point in her mouth. It wasn't shaped like a man's cock, and she found she couldn't suck on it the same way. She licked around the tip, and sucked as well and as gently as she could.
The dog was plainly getting excited, and Roz finally withdrew from his belly when Mark asked, "Do you want him to come in your mouth?" and Len answered for her, "No, let him screw her. That's what we want to see."
"It's your party," Mark answered him, ending that discussion, happily for Roz, who got up before they had a chance to change their minds. She returned to her hands and knees, ass up in the air, and waited. She hadn't long to wait.
The dog came up behind her, putting his paws on her shoulders, and without much difficulty stuck his prong up her cunt. He seemed as experienced in this as the bitch had been. They were evidently both used to fucking with humans.
While Roz stayed on her hands and knees, ass up, and tried to keep her motions in the same rhythms as his, the dog humped her as if she were a four legged bitch. It didn't take her too long to come, and the dog came right after she did, but when she attempted to get out from under him, she found she could not get loose! She had heard of dogs getting knots in their pricks, but this was the only personal experience she had had along this line. She wiggled and pulled, but to no avail. They were tightly joined together. Roz wondered what she would do if someone suddenly rang a fire alarm bell now.
"You'll have to wait till the knot goes away by itself." Len advised her. When the swelling goes down, you can get loose."
"Gee, thanks," was all Roz felt like saying, but in a few minutes the knot did go away, and Roz freed herself from the dog.
"Mark, you want to take a turn?" asked Len, but Mark declined.
"I'm just not in the mood for making it with a dog. I'm sorry, but I just don't want to," Mark said. "Thanks anyhow. But what about you? You must dig the scene, or you wouldn't be doing it and having us join you. Go ahead; take your turn. We'll all be happy to watch."
The others watched as Len stripped off his clothes, and they noticed that he had a size huge erection. He really got excited by this dog stuff! With the sure movements of an expert, Len corralled the dog-it didn't take much persuading-and placed his hands firmly on her and his cock firmly in her. The dog made a couple of strange noises, and Pete wondered if Len were hurting her, but she made no effort to get away, and Pete decided they must have been pleasure cries and not pain cries.
Len humped the dog in quick motions, driving his cock in and out of her hole, till he came and sank backwards onto the floor. He looked quite contented and worn out. Somehow, Pete and Mark felt that the dog had enjoyed it, too.
"Have you been doing this long?" they asked.
"Sheep feel more human, but I like dogs better," was all he said in reply. It didn't really answer their question, although it certainly did make it sound like he was no novice.
"Why don't you have another go at it, Roz?"
"Is that the only position I can make it with him in?" she asked.
"I don't know any other way to make it with a dog except dog-fashion," answered Len. "You could try, of course, but I have my doubts."
Roz tried lying on her back, then, when that failed, rolling the dog over onto his back, and trying to get on top of him, in male superior position. It was no go. Finally she got onto her knees, again, and let him approach from the rear. He shoved his slippery pink prong up her cunt, and humped away.
Well, she wanted to make love in a more normal position, she reflected, and dog-fashion wasn't that unusual-but dog fashion with a dog? Somehow, that hadn't been quite what she'd had in mind! She was honestly beginning to miss what she had thought of just a short time ago as the rather dubious and boring pleasures of plain ordinary straight screwing. Still, the dog was exciting her, and she couldn't help responding.
Her hot box twitched, as his slippery pointed cock moved in and out of her. She moved her ass, and lowered her shoulders to give him a better angle to work at. He rammed her harder, and she yelled with pleasure. She noticed that Len looked like he was hot all over again. The dog kept humping, and Roz came. The dog came right after. She found it strangely exciting to have him come in her box. Again she had to wait for the knot to go down.
"These animals aren't mine," Len said, answering their unspoken question, "and I have to return them soon. I'm afraid that's all the fun for tonight."
"When are we getting together again?" asked Pete.
"I can't make it for the next few days," Len answered.
"I'm busy over the next weekend," Mark chimed in.
"We'd better set a date at a later time," Len decided.
Roz wasn't too sorry about that. She really wouldn't mind being with someone else for a change. She wondered who it would be, and what their bag was. She would find out soon enough, she figured. She was changing shifts in a couple of days, too; and that always meant seeing new faces, or at least different ones. And she had a couple of days off, in between. She was going to enjoy the rest. This was a marvelous job and she loved it, but it was very tiring. She solemnly promised herself to avoid the new neighbor in her building, the one who she was sure had designs on her. She had enough of them at work.
She loved sex, and it was hard to say "no" especially to someone who really turned her on-but she had better save her strength for her job.
She said "good-night" to Pete, Len and Mark, and headed for the swimming pool, hoping to catch a quick dip in the pool before another member side tracked her. She hadn't realized how tired she was. The pool was busy, which meant Mai wouldn't have any time to come after her, and fortunately none of the members who were swimming made any attempt to secure her services, either. She wondered, again, what it was that Mai intended to show her; but tonight she was too tired to even speculate long on it, let alone actively find out. She really was tired! She hadn't realized just how tiring this line of work was. She was glad of the two days off she had coming up.
CHAPTER SIX
NEVER A DULL MOMENT
Roz missed a lot of excitement while she was away. It's amazing what can happen in just two days, although at the Hedonist Club it was more amazing when nothing happened.
The first thing was the joining and almost immediate quitting of a new member. His name was Gil, and he showed up the first day that Roz was out. He was unusually handsome and the girls were immediately attracted to him, but he didn't react to them as expected. At first, he asked no-one for her services, but looked around him as if trying to acclimate himself to the surroundings. Jackie, turned on by his appearance, brushed her tits up against him as out rightly brazenly asking to get laid as possible.
Gil moved away, as if made uncomfortable by her advances. I know he's not gay; he'd never have joined a place like this if he were. What's happening? Jackie wondered. She repeated the question aloud. "What's happening?"
Gil looked at her, looking as if he felt very uncomfortable, then finally said, "Look let's have drinks together and I'll explain it to you over drinks."
They sat up on the sundeck, both naked, both sipping gin and tonics, and Gil talked to Jackie. "I thought maybe joining this club would give me a different outlook. I don't know how to react to a girl under normal circumstances any more."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's one of the pitfalls of my profession."
"What's your profession?"
Gil looked around to see if anyone else was listing. "Can you keep it to yourself? I'm a male prostitute."
Jackie just stared at him. "A male prostitute? Don't most of them blow gay guys? How did you get into a job like that?"
"How I got into it is a long story, which I might tell you some other day. Yes, a lot of them blow gay boys; I don't. I'm good-looking enough that I can have women and get paid for it. Of course, most of them are the bottom of the barrel. Older women and what-have-you. But I do get a few goodies."
"I feel like you and I are sisters in the same sorority," Jackie laughed. "What kind of women buy the services of men; whoever heard of such a thing?
"Come on, baby, where's your spirit of Women's Lib?" asked Gil. "If you gals want the same rights as men, why shouldn't you have the right to buy a good fucking?"
"No objection, baby, don't get me wrong," said Jackie. "I'm just surprised. Most chicks don't have to or want to pay for it."
"I get old biddies; I get ugly chicks; I get gals with the worst cases of acne on record. Then there are gals who just want to make it with someone who doesn't know them. I guess they pass for virgins in their usual circles. I know a couple of them are married. Some are young, though, and rich. They live with their parents and want to make it with someone their parents don't know, so there isn't any possibility of their folks finding out. Their weekly allowances are enough to cover a visit with me. Talk about rich and spoiled! They are some of my favorite customers. They're rich enough to pay me well and extra. They're good-looking. Some of those others just aren't the pick of the crop."
Jackie rolled over toward Gil. "So you need to get re-acclimated to girls as something other than customers." She laid her hand on his bare cock, and began stroking. "Tell me some more about these broads."
"This one chick came to me once," Gil began. "She was a complete enigma to me. I really didn't dig why she was there. She looked pretty enough to have most men she'd want. Young, too, yet not so young you'd expect her to be living with her folks. In fact, she said she lived alone. Why me? She had a shopping bag with her. She stripped without a word, and I did the same. Then from her shopping bag she pulled out one of those huge foreign sausages. I think they're called wursts. They're larger than the salami you buy in the deli, and I wondered it she was going to pull out a loaf of bread next, and invite me to join her for lunch, sitting there naked in my bedroom. I wouldn't have cared; she'd paid for two hours in advance. I didn't care if she wanted french, greek, round-the-world-or just to sit and have lunch. Although I wouldn't have minded a piece of that-her, not the wurst, I mean."
Jackie laughed, and moved her hand up and down on Gil's shaft. It wasn't responding. Wow! Being a male prostitute must be a bad scene!
"The more I looked at her, the more I wanted her," continued Gil. "I looked at her; I looked at that damned wurst. She handed it to me and lay down across the bed, face down. 'Beat me with it,' she said.
"Well, this wurst was very phallic looking, and as odd a choice of an instrument of torture-or pleasure-as a wurst might seem (and it did seem odd!), I could see a certain logic to it. Or maybe logic isn't the word, but whatever, I could see it, the wurst being as phallic-looking as it was. She wanted to be beaten by a big prick, right?
"So I proceeded to hit her ass with the wurst, since she was sticking her posterior up in the air in such a way that made it unmistakable where she wanted to get hit.
"I whapped her and whapped her with it, till her ass smelled of wurst and the wurst smelled of hot flesh. There were welts on her backside, and on her back where some of my less well aimed blows had landed. She was lying on the bed, rolling back and forth, and I decided that if she wanted to be beaten she wouldn't mind being ordered around, either."
"I hope you don't treat all girls like that," said Jackie, easing off with the hand motions. Gil smiled at her, and, encouraged, she went back to work at trying to harden his rod. "Continue," she prompted.
"She was still rolling around on the bed, so I ordered her, 'Lie still. Stop rolling around like that.' She lay still, and whimpered. I knew her motions had been caused by excitement, not by pain. Now she had to keep her passion contained, which made them all that much stronger and more unbearable. She lay still, with great difficulty, as my blows continued to land on her ass, and I saw her whole body quiver with the passion she couldn't let out by rolling around.
"I continued to beat her with it, while ordering her to lie still. She cursed me out. 'You miserable no-good son of a bitch! I'm paying you. Remember? Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around?'
"I got a kick out of listening to her. Especially since I didn't believe a word of it. It was all part of her thing. 'It's part of what you're paying me for, isn't it, baby?' I asked her. 'I know you dig this scene, baby, so don't get smart with me. Besides, you paid me already. Do you think I'm afraid I'll lose out on my money? You can't take it back. Now shut up!' I slapped her in the mouth with the wurst, and snarled at her some more. 'Lie still. One more word....' I didn't finish the sentence, at least not verbally, but I hit her hard on the ass. Her body suddenly stiffened, but she tried to lie there silently.
"I knew what had happened, and I let her know that I knew. 'You came, didn't you?' I said nastily. She shook her head. 'Don't lie to me,' I told her. 'What's the matter, you don't want to come? You don't want to admit it, maybe. That's it, isn't it? Half of you wants me to be your master, and the other half of you is damned if you'll let me. So you want me to beat you, but you can't admit to a simple thing like coming, because that means I have power over you. Well, you're going to come again, and not just from being beaten, either. But we'll start with a few well-aimed blows. Roll over! Now!' "
"Then what?" asked Jackie, who was getting excited listening to Gil, even though S&M wasn't her usual bag. She was hot to begin with, and Gil was turning her on by his very presence and looks. Listening to him talk about what he had done while making it with another chick was getting her tremendously hot. She ran her hand over his body, but still got no response from him. He lay there next to her, bare-assed, and continued to talk, without laying a hand on her.
"The girl rolled over, looking up at me with an expression that was a mixture, part fear and part excitement, unwilling response to my actions. I finished the job of rolling her over myself, and I did it none too gently. This dame didn't want gentleness, that was for sure. Well, I was happy to give her what she wanted!
"After I had roughly placed her on her back, I began hitting her breasts with the same wurst that I had used to his her ass and make her come. I slapped her breasts, and beat at them from side to side. They were large and round, and I hit at them from each side with the wurst. 'Let's play baseball,' I said to her. 'Here's the bat, and here are two balls to hit around.' I beat her breasts some more.
"Then I told her to spread her legs. I took the wurst, took careful aim, and hit her in the twat. She cringed, and I hit her again. Not hard enough to do any permanent damage, but hard enough to hurt, believe me."
Jackie, listening, was getting so hot that her twat was dripping onto the sun deck where they lay. She took her hand off Gil's cock, so that she could roll over. She, too, was too excited to lie still. She figured anyhow she would let him make the next move.
"I took careful aim and hit again. Her whole body was beginning to smell of wurst, and now the wurst smelled from her body, too. Her juices were absolutely running out of her cunt. 'Don't tell me you don't dig this treatment, baby,' I told her. 'You may come on like a lady to some people, but you can't fool me. You're a freak and a slut and you love it."
"I really didn't think ill of her for having such freaky desires. Everyone has his or her own bag, and you should do whatever turns you on. But she wanted to be called a slit, and be humiliated, and I knew it. That, I realized, was why she was paying to be fucked. Not because her desires were so freaky, or at least not primarily for that reason, but because it was humiliating to pay, and she dug being humiliated.
"'So you're getting wet in your cunt, huh?' I asked her. 'I thought you didn't dig this scene.' I had to rub it in. 'Then why is your twat dripping like that? It's running juices like you haven't been laid in two months. If you ask me nicely, I'll lay you-maybe. Sit up and beg, like a good dog.' She refused, or course, so I insisted. 'Beg!' I slapped her with the wurst.
"'Please,' she said, in a small voice.
"'Please what?' I asked.
"Please-lay me,' she had trouble finishing the sentence.
"Please lay me," Jackie interrupted him. He looked at her, and said, "I can't yet. When I finish the story, maybe you'll understand why. This is a weird business I've been in all this time. It's affected my views on women and sex."
"This is a weird business I'm in, too," said Jackie. "Let's be affected together." Gil shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and smiled ruefully, regretfully.
Jackie shrugged her shoulders and said, "Then I'm sorry I interrupted you. Continue."
"I told her I couldn't lay her yet," Gil went on.
"I told her, 'First I want you to see what a wanton bitch you are. Do you know how freely your juices are running? You should be ashamed!' I dipped my finger into the well of her twat, and put it in front of her face. She turned away; I grabbed her head and forced her to turn it back and look. 'Here, taste it,' I said to her, and put my finger in her mouth. 'Taste your own juices."
"She struggled, but I was stronger. I forced her to lick my finger. 'So you want me to lay you? You're not good enough,' I told her. 'I wouldn't stoop so low as to put my prick into your hole. But here, you can have this,' and I held up the wurst. 'Would you like that in your hole?'
"'No,' she said, in a squeaky voice, and I knew she couldn't wait to feel that wurst up inside her cunt. So I took my time in putting it there.
"Finally I inserted it up her twat, and moved it around inside her. She wiggled, and again I ordered her, 'Lie still!' Again, she found it difficult to lie still and her whole body quivered. I watched as she lay there, shaking, her body crying out for relief. I wouldn't give it to her. I watched till I saw she was almost to the point of climax, then I quickly pulled the wurst out before she could come.
"She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. She couldn't say please, couldn't ask, couldn't admit she was hot to the burning-up point.
"I was burning up myself. My shaft was as hard as that diving board down by the pool. She looked at it, and her eyes lit up in spite of herself. She thought she was going to get a taste of my meat. 'No, not for you,' I told her. 'You like wurst so well, you can have it.' I had other plans for her. 'The wurst is the only meat you'll have while you're with me; but I thought you might like to lick my asshole.' She turned her head away. 'My, aren't we putting on airs, my fine lady. Too disgusting for her'.
"I turned around on the bed, ass end up, up on my knees so my prong shouldn't get cramped between me and the sheets. She licked my asshole, reluctantly at first, but she soon warmed up to the job, and went at it willingly and happily, although you could see she was trying not to show it.
"Her firm wet raspy tongue went in and out of my asshole, in and out, licking around the wrinkles and tantalizing, inside, till I thought I'd go out of my frigging mind. My balls were boiling. 'Faster!' I ordered her and she darted her tongue in and out at a swifter speed. I felt the come churning in my balls, and just as I was ready to come, I turned around to face her and shot my load in her face.
"She made an indignant noise, which I only half believe, and got up to wipe herself off. 'I'll do it for you,' I said. She looked at me unbelievingly. It was the first nice gesture I had made all day. Her suspicions were well founded. I wiped some of my come off her face, and spread it all over the rest of her body, including her asshole and cunt.
"As I spread it over and into her asshole, she gasped, stiffened, and let out a moan in spite of herself. I didn't say a word, just grinned at her. Then I had one last thought. I picked up the wurst which had been in her twat, and commanded her, 'eat it.' She had no choice. She did."
Gil paused, at this point, and Jackie urged him eagerly to continue, asking him, "Then what?"
"Then nothing," Gil said. She got up, got dressed and went home.
"And that's the end of the story?"
"Far from it. She'll be back. You could make book on it."
"But you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
"Sure, but it twists my approach to women outside of my job. The ones I meet in my-shall we say 'profession?'-are all either old or ugly or really freaky like this chick."
"Don't you dig freaky chicks?" asked Jackie, who had a freaky side to her, as did most of the mermaids and was beginning to feel insulted.
"Sure, but you've got to understand, it's different when you're out with a chick and you take her to bed, and you both want to do something freaky, than when you're with some broad in bed, she's paying you, she's freaky as all hell but can't tell you or admit it or enjoy it. If you get anything resembling freaky with her, she gets uptight about it. It's a bad scene all the way around."
"Then why not make it with a chick on a nonpaying basis, someone who's about as freaky as you are, and re-discover the fun of it?"
"Well, you see, that's why I joined this club. I thought I'd do just that, remember that sex was a fun thing, not a work thing. But I'm not reacting the right way." Gil got up from the sun deck, disconsolately, and walked slowly away. Jackie looked at him, as he wandered down the stairs, naked, with his drink in his hand, leaving her with a twitching twat.
She jumped up and followed him. "Oh, no you don't. Not so fast. You talked to me. You got me hot from my looking at you. Now you're not just getting up and leaving me this way."
She grabbed his arm, pulled him back up the three steps he had started down, and pulled him down to the floor of the sun deck. "This is a twat," she said, putting his hand on her burning box. "If I have to reeducate you from day one, I will. This is a clit. It's for playing with. Like this." She took his finger and moved it in the appropriate motions.
"This is a cock. It's for fucking with. Also for sucking. By chicks who really dig doing it. Not just for pay." She showed him. She took his tool in her mouth and ran her tongue around it while she slowly sucked on it. When she felt him hardening up, she worked her tongue a couple of times slowly around his stiff prick, then sucked her way back up the shaft till her mouth was off his cock, empty. "Now shall I give you a taste of your own medicine? Lick my ass."
Gil looked at her wonderingly, then complied. He put his tonguetip on her brown wrinkled asshole, and dipped it into the dark inside. He stuck a finger up her twat at the same time, and moved it a-round inside. Jackie squirmed at the feel of it. He moved his finger faster. "Wait," she told him. "I'll go and find a wurst. You can do to me what you did to that girl."
"No. I've got something better for you than a wurst," said Gil, rolling her over. He spread her legs and stuck his own "wurst" in-his large thick cock. Jackie moaned and squealed. He pumped in and out, forcing her legs further apart as he rammed home his huge joystick. Jackie, hot to begin with, came almost instantaneously.
"Now get off me," she told him. "The trouble with you is you're too used to having to cater to girls, not having them take special care of you. What would you like that would be special? SI all I give you my extra-special french job?"
"You know what I'd really like? You're going to think this is silly, but you know what I haven't had done in a long time? How about you just jerk me off?"
"If that's what you want," Jackie told him, and took his cock in her hand. With the other hand she cupped his balls and gently squeezed them. She worked on him in this way for a while. He seemed to have trouble coming. "Relax," she told him. "You're here to have fun. This is the club, remember, not your 'place of business.' " She ran her hand along his shaft, up and down, staring at the head of his cock, encouraging it with fast gentle motions. She thought maybe she could talk him into climax.
"Would you prefer to come in my mouth? She asked him. "Or maybe in my nice warm cunt? It's so nice and warm and wet in there. I can contract my muscles and close them around your cock, and make it feel right at home. I know how to make you feel good. I can ripple my muscles and make them tighten up on your cock inch by inch. Would you like to feel that?
"Or maybe I should continue as I am. I can just keep running my hand up and down your shaft, as I am now. Do you like it? Does it feel good on your big hard tool? Is your sap rising? Is the come boiling in your balls? Is your cock like Mt. Vesuvius? When is it going to erupt? Shall I catch it in my mouth? I love the taste of nice warm sweet come!
Finally she could see she was getting through to him. Although he looked like he was having to exert a lot of energy to get there, Gil seemed like he was finally about to reach climax. His head was thrown back, his back arched, he was rolling around violently, and one hand was holding her arm so tightly that it hurt. Jackie stayed silent about the pain, though, and watched as he pushed himself harder toward climax. She moved her hand faster, and with one finger tickled the very top of his cock, where any minute the juices would be erupting.
They did. In a rush, his come burst out of his cock and spurted onto her, wetting her face, her neck, and part of her tits. She ran her tongue a-round her mouth, licking up the come that had landed there. Then she got up to go and freshen up.
Gil got up, and said "Thanks," in a very offhanded way, and wandered downstairs, drink in hand. Jackie shrugged her shoulders, thinking, Oh, well, it takes all kinds. Then she changed into a clear' uniform after washing herself off, and went back to work, looking to see who else needed attention. Later that afternoon, she heard that Gil had quit the club. Pity Roz never got to meet him, she thought.
That was not all that happened that day. A new mermaid was hired and fired just as quickly as Gil joined and left. The club directors had gone through their usual games of firing girls so that they could interview and hire others. Three new girls had been added to the staff. One of these was a very sincere and earnest but extremely dumb chick named Candy.
Candy took to Jackie the minute she met her, and decided Jackie was going to be her example, her teacher, her guide at the Hedonist Club. She peppered Jackie with a million questions about life at the club, what the members were like, and how to please them, etc. etc. etc.
Jackie didn't at all mind answering the questions, but she was amazed at how dumb some of them were. She soon found out that Candy had a propensity to believe anything that anyone told her. The other mermaids discovered the same thing about her, and when they found out just how gullible she was, they began feeding her wrong information, just as a game, and got her to believe all of it.
One of them, for instance, was making a joke a-bout Chinese and Japanese girls having their pussies slanted crosswise. Then one of the others noticed the expression on Candy's face, and realized she was swallowing it whole. She turned around and began talking directly to Candy about the slant of Oriental pussies.
As soon as Jackie had a chance, she turned to Candy and said, "Don't believe them; they're just pulling your leg." But she wouldn't believe Jackie.
"Do you think I'm dumb?" she asked. Jackie wouldn't answer that. "Everyone knows about Oriental pussies, I've heard it a million times."
"Yes, but it's only a saying, a joke."
She wouldn't believe this. Finally, Jackie got one of the mermaids, who happened to be half Oriental, to strip for Candy. Tie other girl was reluctant, at first, but Jackie kept on re-assuring her that Candy wasn't gay. Finally she stripped, looking very puzzled, and Candy examined her. "Wrong half," Candy finally said, firmly.
"What?" the other two girls asked.
"You said she's only half Oriental. Obviously it's not the bottom half. It's the top half."
Jackie looked at her, sure at first that the girl must be kidding; but no, she had a perfectly straight face and obviously meant it.
"It doesn't work like that," Jackie explained to her. "If a person is only half Oriental, that doesn't mean that it's only the top half or only the bottom half, or only the left side or only the right side." Candy looked at her suspiciously. "You can see her eyes are slanted. Her top half is Oriental. And her bottom half isn't."
Jackie shook her head, despairingly, "It doesn't work like that."
"No, look," said the half-Oriental mermaid, trying to help. "My mother is Japanese, my father is American."
"Where were you born?"
"America."
"Then that explains it!" Candy exclaimed triumphantly, "If you'd been born in Japan, you'd have a slanted cunt."
No amount of logic could persuade her otherwise, and Jackie gave up. She didn't think Candy could come up with another dumb one like that, and certainly not in the same afternoon, but she did.
About half an hour later they were lounging by the pool, waiting to see who would want their services next. Candy was eager, she had not yet been with any of the members. Jackie was tired; she had put in a full day. She was perfectly content that anyone who came along should request Candy's services rather than her own.
As they lounged there, dipping their feet in the water, Candy suddenly asked her, "What does a black man's come taste like?"
"Same as a white man's," Jackie answered. Candy looked at her disbelievingly.
"You're putting me on, because you still think I'm dumb, right?"
"No, I'm not putting you on. A black man's come and a white man's come taste about the same. No two men taste exactly alike, you know, but there's no difference between the races. Not in taste. Some black men are built bigger, but they taste the same."
"How can they?"
"Why not?"
"Well, they look different."
"You mean their cocks look different?"
"No, their come."
"No. It doesn't. How do you mean, anyhow?"
"Stop treating me like you think I'm dumb. You know what I mean. A black man's come is black; a white man's come is white. How can they taste alike?"
"Darling, you are dumb," Jackie told her. "Black men don't have black come."
"Sure they do," Candy insisted, "They've gotta. Come is sperm. Sperm makes babies. The babies are black. The blackness has to come from the sperm, the come. White men's come is white, isn't it? So black men's come is black!"
"Your logic is irrefutable-but wrong, dead wrong !" Jackie told her. "Have you ever had a black man?"
"Uh-uh."
"Well, maybe I ought to find you one. Even if he isn't a member. Even if he's someone on the outside. But I think I know a member who would help us out."
"I didn't know there were any black members," said Candy.
"There are two. One I don't know' too well; the other is a real sweetheart. Let me go see if he's here today. O.K.?" And Jackie was off and running.
She found him at the bar, where she told him what she had in mind. "We have a real dumb new mermaid, who's got some misguided notions about blacks," she began.
"The old saw about all blacks being hung like horses?"
"No, I believe that one myself. Not all, of course, but most of you guys that I've been with have had some pretty nice equipment. No, this gal has another idea in her head. You'll see when you meet her. Can you meet us at the swimming pool?"
"Sure, but listen, I have a friend with me today. He's here as my guest. Thinking of joining the club." He pointed to another black cat, who was just coming out of the men's room.
"Bring him along," Jackie said enthusiastically. "There's two of us girls. As long as he doesn't mind putting up with a misinformed chick."
The guys finished their drinks and met the girls at the swimming pool. Together, the four of them went to one of the private rooms.
Jackie paired Bob, the tolerant and well-endowed member, off with Candy, keeping Jess, his friend, for herself. She didn't know what Jess was like, and didn't want to risk offending him. She knew Bob was a pretty cool cat, and she need have no up tights about anything Candy said or did.
"These gentlemen want the pleasure of making it with us, Candy," Jackie told her. "Now you'll see for yourself."
Without any further preamble, the two men took off their clothes. "You don't have to rush so," Jackie told them. "My quitting time's not for an hour yet."
Candy was rushing, herself, in the meanwhile. She had discovered how well-hung Bob was, and forgot any strangeness she had felt at the thought of making it with a black guy for the first time, as she dived for that beautiful piece of big meat.
Jackie, meanwhile, looked to see what Jess had to offer her, and wasn't disappointed. His tool was long and thick, and only half-hard yet.
"I like your kind of equipment, honey," she told him. She bent down and started sucking on Jess's prick. It was big and black, and it swelled inside her mouth. She sucked some more, and it grew even further, till it seemed to fill her mouth entirely. She ran her tongue around it, and kept on sucking. She ran her hands over his body. His skin was silky. He grabbed her breasts, and began playing with them. He had large hands, and they cupped most of her breasts with one grab. He tickled the little point at the tip of her breasts, the brown pointy nipple, and ran his thumb around it. He massaged both breasts, and ran a hand down to her bellybutton. It tickled; she jumped. She looked over to see what Candy was doing.
She was doing essentially the same thing: sucking on Bob's big prick. Jackie watched the expression on her face. Candy had a face that mirrored her thoughts and feelings plainly. She was also a girl who appreciated a good cock. She obviously was appreciating this one. Bob looked like he was having a good time too.
"Candy," Jackie warned her, "don't swallow if he comes in your mouth."
"How dumb do you think I am?" she retorted. That was getting to sound like her favorite phrase. "I know you can't get pregnant that way. Or turn black either. What do you take me for?"
Jackie chose to ignore that question. "That's not what I had in mind," she told her. "Wasn't there something you wanted to see?"
"Well, how can I do it?" Candy asked her.
"French and spit it out?"
"I'll leave that up to you and Bo b to work out," Jackie answered. She had more important things to do with her mouth than talk.
As she sucked on Jess's dick, and licked around the head of it, it grew and grew. She was filled with the excitement that always possessed her when she did something to turn a man on so strongly, especially if that thing was sucking. She appreciated a good-sized prick no less than Candy did, and she was enjoying every minute and every inch of this one. When it was as hard as it was possibly going to get, she disengaged her mouth from it, and told Jess to shove it where it really belonged.
"I have half a mind to greek you, girl," he answered.
"Don't. I couldn't take that thing in my ass. It'd ruin my posterior for life. Shove it up my cunt, where I'll really be able to appreciate it." He did Ohh, it felt good. Jackie had a large cunt, from so much use, and she really dug having something up there large enough that she could feel. This she could, for damn sure, she could feel it! It drove in and out of her, not savagely but strongly. He kept up a steady pace. The thing she appreciated about Jess, beyond his size, was the fact that he could keep it up strong and steady, as she was finding out, so that she would have no trouble in coming.
So many guys, she had found, either work on you so hard that you get real hot, but then come themselves before you have a chance to, or else they go slowly and gently, to keep themselves from coming too quickly that you don't get stimulated enough to come yourself. That is really frustrating! Either way is. Both are bad scenes.
With Jess, she saw she wouldn't have this problem. He kept pumping and pumping, shoving that good piece of meat of his in and out of Jackie. She felt the excitement building in her, swelling and surging as he kept it up with a strong steady pace, till at last something burst in her and the waves of relief washed over her.
Jess kept up the steady in and out, and it felt delicious, even after she had come. He kept his long thick rod going in and out of her, in and out, building up a full head of steam, and she felt it driving in and out, till at last his balls exploded and sent his cock-juice squirting into her deep hole. He collapsed on top of her, and she looked around to see how Candy and Bob were doing, and what they were doing.
They had hit upon a solution to the problem of how to be sure Bob's come remained visible. Bob was straddling Candy, sitting on her, facing her head, and was holding her breasts together to form a tunnel. Through the creamy white tunnel of her mountainous breasts, he was driving his big black cock back and forth. It made quite a contrast, the blackness of his dick against the whiteness of her breasts, and his cock looked like a big black piston tunneling back and forth through a soft and vulnerable pile of snow.
Bob held those two big white breasts together very tightly, not tight enough to hurt Candy, just tight enough that the flesh closed soft and firm around his shaft as it moved with great speed between those mounds of flesh. He moved his body back and forth as he sat on Candy, supporting his weight on part on his knees so he shouldn't squash.
He drove his big black tool in and out, and she stared in fascination at the little "eye" in the center of it, only she realized it wasn't an eye; it was a mouth, a mouth that would soon be spitting at her. What a delicious liquid that would be. Only ... what color? That was the purpose of the whole affair, although she was having such a good time that the "research" almost didn't matter any more.
Jackie felt the same way-she was having such a marvelous fuck, who care if Candy got educated or not?
Candy looked again at the black piston with the hole that would soon be spitting in her face. The thought excited her so that she moved her hips under Bob, bucking and writhing as if his cock were in her cunt, not between her breasts. Her box was very hot, and she ached to have that good black meat in there. But, no, she had started an experiment. She had to carry it through, and show Jackie that she knew she was pulling her leg with this crap about white come from black men. Anyhow, this way was exciting too.
She stared at the cockhead as it disappeared and reappeared, then finally drove through the white flesh mountains one more time, jamming fiercely through the tunnel as if on a most important mission, one that could not wait.
And, in fact, Bob couldn't wait. He drove through the soft white breasts with his stiff cock quivering, and shot out a load of warm wet come. White come. Warm wet white come!
Candy looked at it, licking her lips almost reflexively. It looked the same. It tasted the same. "But how can it be?" she asked. "You're black; your come's gotta be black." She shook her head in bewilderment. "Same flavor, same looks-how is that possible?" She was truly amazed.
By great restraint on Jackie's part, she refrained from saying, "I told you so," Candy went on licking her lips. Bob sat there, looking very happy but not yet fully sated. Candy, of course, was still horny, an emotion her amazement had only overshadowed for a minute.
"Would you like to see if it feels the same inside?" Bob asked, eyes twinkling as he suppressed a grin. Candy opened her legs to his half-hard cock by way of an answer, and Bob re-positioned himself. The amazement still showed on her face as the well-built black man started fucking her.
Jess and Jackie were at it again, too. Candy, who was working a later shift, spent time with three other men before she left. She said some rather dumb things to each of them, and her employment was terminated at the end of the day. Jackie went home with a pleasantly aching cunt, and came back the next day to learn that Gil had resigned and Candy had been fired. Think of what Roz missed, she thought, as she rubbed her twat while thinking of Gil.
CHAPTER SEVEN
MUFF-DIVING ISN'T DONE FROM THE DIVING BOARD
When Roz came back from her two days off, she was feeling well-rested and ready for more action. Resisting all temptation, she hadn't made it with anyone for the two days she was off. Now she was back at work, horny, and ready for the change of pace that comes with a change of shift. She would be working the 10 A.M. to 6 P.M. shift, now. It was a quieter one.
Not only were there different faces on different shifts-some of the men might pop up at any time, but most of them were regulars at some particular time of the day-but the pace was actually slower at this hour. There were fewer men at the club during the daytime, except on weekends, than there were during the evening. Obviously, most of the men were usually working during the day.
Of course, some were self-employed, some worked odd shifts themselves, or rotating ones, and many were executives who had a high enough position to be able to take off an hour or three, unquestioned, during the working day, even though most of them unfortunately didn't have the time to do so.
When Roz was finishing up her last shift, she had been looking forward to spending two weeks on the 10 to 6, but she soon found that the quiet was killing her. Her first day back was pure dullness, with no sexual satisfaction for her at all. She spent several hours doing nothing much, when she first came in. Then she took time to have lunch.
After lunch she found herself involved in a conversation with a writer who was interviewing both mermaids and members for an article he was writing. After that, one of the members came along and engaged her in conversation.
As she told it to one of the other mermaids, later on, "There we were having intercourse, but the wrong kind. Social intercourse. From that you can't come!"
Reminds me of an old joke we thought was funny when we were kids," said the other mermaid. "Seems kind of dumb, now, but anyhow the bit is, 'What's a four-letter word meaning 'intercourse?' and the answer is 'talk'."
"My afternoon was as dumb as that joke," said Roz.
The next day was just as bad-in fact it was worse. Again, it started out slowly. In fact, things were so slow that Roz's friend with the corny joke from the day before was prompted to make another one: "If we don't start getting laid, we'll wind up getting laid off "
Maybe she would have better luck with the next guy-but she wouldn't likely find a next guy while sitting here under the canopy. She walked out to the pool-side area and canvassed the vicinity for a likely looking gentleman to entertain. She found one. He was looking for a girl to do things to him. Together, they went back to one of the private rooms.
"What can I do for you?" she asked him.
"What would you suggest?" he asked.
She didn't feel like playing games. "I don't know. What are you in the mood for?"
"How about a good french job?"
Roz got to work. She wrapped her lips around his joystick and began sucking. She started at the top, and worked her way down, then back again. The top of his prick was her first target. Right at the tip, with his thing just barely in her mouth, she sucked. She lightly ran her lips across the tip, till he was moaning and grabbing her head to push it down further, faster. But she would not be rushed.
"Some things were meant to do slowly," she told him, and went back to her very slow assault on his nerve endings. She ran her tongue around the tip, ten very, very slowly she started working her way down the shaft. Just as slowly, she worked her way back up, but when she got to the top, with her lips, she swooped down the shaft with one fast motion that made his body shake and shiver, and made his toes curl.
She played with his dick with one hand, while sucking on it. She shoved a finger up his ass, and kept right on sucking. She took one hand and put it on his chest. Some men liked their tits-such as they were-played with while they were making it. She took her mouth off his dick, and began sucking his balls, one at a time. He rolled around on the couch, unable to lie still.
She shoved a finger back up his ass, and moved it around. She put his joystick back in her mouth, and started sucking with a steady motion of moderate speed. No fancy fucking now, but plenty of reliable sensation-producing activity. It produced just the sensation that was wanted of it.
Her mouth was exciting upon his joystick, wrapped around it, sucking on it, maddening, insistent. He grabbed her head, held it down, pushed her head up and down faster, to make her suck faster. In less than a minute, he came, shooting his wet come down her throat. Roz swallowed and licked her lips. "More?" she asked him.
He shook his head, and all of a sudden became all brisk and business-like. "No, thank you. Once will be sufficient. Thank you for your trouble." And he walked away, leaving her, once more, high and dry. Frustration!
She had one more encounter that afternoon that led to maddening unsatisfied excitement. It began with a strange request from a rather earnest young man. He was younger than the average member, with thick glasses that gave him a rather bookish appearance. He was short, thin, and neither good-looking nor ugly, just not attractive. He reminded Roz a little of the man she had just frenched, in that his approach was so dreadfully business-like, just as the previous man had been at the end of their get-together.
This young man, serious, atypical member's name was Reginald. He assured her this really was his name, with a very straight face in spite of the laugh on her face. "Are you British?" she asked him.
"No," he answered, "but my mother was always partial to all things British."
"There aren't too terribly many Americans named Reginald, you know," Roz pointed out. It seemed fitting, somehow, that this fellow who was an unusual type for a Hedonist Club member have an equally unusual name, although it was a name that seemed to suit him perfectly. He didn't look at all familiar to Roz, who asked him, "Have you been a member here long?"
The question provoked an answer which embodied one of the most unusual stories of how anyone had come to join the club. "I just joined last week," Reginald explained. "My girlfriend felt that I had a lot to learn-in bed, you know-and she thought this might be the place to learn. We plan to get engaged soon, but she wants to be sure we're not starting out at any huge disadvantage. The thing I most need practice in is staying power-you know what I mean? I've been practicing a lot." All this was said without the slightest hint of a smile. As odd as it sounded, it was no put-on!
"Your girlfriend must be quite rich," Roz said.
"She is."
"Tell me, do your friends call you Reginald, or what?" she asked.
"Reg, usually. I'm used to it. I mean, to being called Reginald and Reg and a lot of other things besides, and being razzed about it constantly."
"So you've joined the club to practice," Roz said.
"I've been here every day at some time or an other," Reg told her. "I'm making wonderful progress. Even my girlfriend says so."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're just a trifle-well, unusual?" Roz asked him.
"Well, sure, there's my name, to start with. That's not run-of-the-mill. And I'm kind of short for a man."
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind," Roz told him. "I meant your business-like approach to sex, and that sort of thing. It's quite unique, at least compared to all the other men I've known, and that's counting men I've known on both a social basis and a business basis here as well. I never heard any other member give such a reason for joining, before, to begin with. I'm not knocking it. I think it's wonderfully thoughtful. It's just kind of unusual."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe some of the other men joined for similar reasons and just aren't as honest about it?" asked Reg.
"I never quite thought about it," said Roz, "but I must admit it's an interesting possibility."
"Carry it a step further," continued Reg, still sounding very business-like and far older than his young age (Roz could only guess at his age, but she didn't see how he could be much past 25, and she doubted seriously that he was even that old).
"Maybe there are married men here who come here because they're not getting what they want at home, and who aren't getting it there because they need lessons or practice or something."
"I never thought of that before," said Roz. ,which was true-she certainly hadn't. Roz was now both amused and intrigued with this young man's discourse. She wondered if he screwed the same way he talked and reasoned. "Did you want to get in some practice?" she asked him.
"Sure," he said, his voice showing more enthusiasm-more of any motions than it had in the whole preceding emotionless conversation. "How do you want to do it?"
"Your choice," Roz answered, simply.
"I'm most eager to conquer the endurance bit. Let's try a little of a lot of things-of a few, anyhow-and we'll see how well I do. Lie down."
She got on her back, removing her bathing suit, and spread her legs and drew them up. Reg unzipped his pants and withdrew a remarkably respectable-sized tool from his fly. Roz sat up a minute and looked at it. "Hi!" she said. She was thinking, well that proves once again you can't judge the size of a man's equipment by his size in general.
Reg removed the rest of his clothes, will with the same calm and almost professional air-as if he were doing his job. Roz pictured Reg as a college student, studying How To Make Love Properly, and going through the course in a very studious but detached and disinterested manner. She was at once repulsed and yet challenged by his manner. She was bound she'd break through his shell and make him show some interest, some emotion, in regard to making it with her. She didn't care if he looked on it as fucking or love-making, nor did she take it as a personal affront, but how could anyone be so cold about sex? Even if he had come here for learning and not for fun-what a motive for joining the Hedonist Club!-still he didn't have to be this detached about it!
As she lay there, spread-legged, he lowered himself on top of her, and eased his huge-sized shaft into her hole. "Does it hurt?" he asked, very considerately. "No," she said, wanting to add, "What hurts is your attitude, dammit, not your prick. Your prick? You're a prick!" But she kept silent, only answering, "No."
He increased the speed of his entry, and began pumping in and out steadily and determinedly. While Roz thought about how to get him involved in this fucking which he was approaching sc clinically, she found herself getting excited in spite of his attitude. She didn't know if it was the size of his prick, the fact that his basic technique was good, or just the extreme case of hominess she was suffering from, but whatever it was, she was getting good and turned on.
Reg moved his slim but compact body up and down on Roz, driving his stiff shaft in and out of her dripping wet cunt. Supporting himself on one arm, he placed the other hand on her breast and, with the same detached air, began playing with her nipples. Roz was getting hotter and hotter. If Reg was too, he wasn't showing it.
Now he was biting her ear and blowing into it, and when he turned his head she did the same to him. She ran her hands up and down his back, tickled his neck lightly, and reached as far down to his ass as she could. As his furious pumping got her more and more worked up, she scratched at his back with her fingernails, and dug them into his back, pushing on him to keep on pumping her harder, as she was getting close to climax.
And then he stopped. "What's the matter?" she asked him.
"I'm just slowing down. Prolonging it. Learning to last longer, you know. That's most of what I joined the club to learn, remember?"
She remembered, but she was utterly frustrated. She wanted to reach climax in the worst way, yet she couldn't tell him to keep going. He was the club member, and she was the mermaid, there to keep the members happy. She would have to grin and bear it. Or try to get him going again so that he would bring her to climax. This wasn't one of those times when she could say or do anything else.
She began undulating her hips, hoping both to get him going again, and to help herself to reach climax by her own motions, regardless of what he did, "Stop that, it's exciting me too much," Reg told her. She had no choice but to stop.
"How long do you plan to just lie there?" The question and tone both sounded a little more irritated than she had intended to; but she couldn't help herself, she was that horny, that hot-and that frustrated.
Reg said, not unkindly but still coldly, "Until I've calmed down. I'm practicing lasting, remember?
I don't want to be a 'short-time Charlie.' Just lie there." So Roz just lay there. What else could she do?
After a few minutes, he rolled her over, on top of him, and began pumping her some more. She was still hot, but his dick had wilted and the motions they were going through were most unsatisfying to her aching box. She bit his ear and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to get him more aroused. He responded, driving harder, breathing harder, pounding his long thick tool into her dripping cunt. Up and in, he pushed against her, up and in, and he grabbed at her ass. She held his head, bit his lip, and jarred her hips down and down on top of his, as the flames grew hotter between her legs. Up and down. In and out. Drive, push, strain, pound ... and then he stopped again.
He looked up at her, and in the same detached business-like voice said, "I really am getting better."
"Not now, motherfucker," Roz said, losing her self-control, and pounded her body up on his.
"Not now is right," Reg said, removing her from on top of him. "What do you think you're doing?"
Roz lay there, next to him, curled up in a semicircle, on her side, and rocking back and forth. "What I think I am doing is finishing what you started, and now is not the time to stop what you started and go all business-like again. Is that what you do with your girlfriend?" No wonder she wants you to take lessons, she added silently. She was getting so mad in her frustrations that the heat between her legs was diminishing-but only slightly.
"All right," said Reg, still in that passionless voice, "Let's finish. I guess I've had enough practice for this time." Roz was furious that he was finally willing to finish, but only after turning her on and off and on and off. Well, she would quench that fire this time, or rather, she would see he did it for her.
She lay back down on the floor, on her back, and pulled him sharply down on top of her, again "O.K., now do it to me," she ordered. He shoved his prick up her cunt with a sharp thrust, and rammed it in and out and in and out, so fast she hardly knew what hit her, it was so unexpected. In less than thirty seconds it was all over. He came, And that was the end of it.
For him, it was the huge relief of pent-up excitement released in spurts of come and body tremors that shook him till he rolled over, thoroughly exhausted, and lay next to Roz with his eyes barely open.
For Roz, it was the most agonizing, most total most incomprehensible frustration she had ever felt since the long-ago days when she was still cherry. She lay there, hoping that perhaps he would open his eyes, regain some strength, and go to it again in search of further practice. Or possibly he would realize he had left her hanging and take care of her out of kindness, even if not out of interest. She ran her hand across her belly, her thighs, her snatch, without even thinking what she was doing. Such agony was unbelievable, unbearable-and yet here she was, suffering with it. Suffering! That was the understatement of the century.
Reg got up and smiled at her as if nothing were at all amiss. "Shall we go for a dip in the pool to refresh ourselves?" he asked with a polite smile. Still unconsciously rubbing her thighs, her belly, and her pussy, Roz got up, then put on her bathing suit and followed him to the pool. They dived in together, swam around together for a few minutes, then stopped to talk to some people they met in the pool. Reg ignored Roz, who thought she might as well move on, glad she hadn't said to him any of the things she had wanted to. She might have lost her job if she had.
Disgusted, she got out of the pool. It had been such a rotten day, she debated whether to search out another member who might be as willing to take care of her needs as he expected her to be to take care of his, or just go over to the equipment room and borrow a vibrator or something. It was nearly quitting time anyhow. The end of her shift for the day, and none too soon.
Her mind was made up for her, as to what to do next, when she heard a voice call out, "Roz?" She turned around and saw it was Mai, the lifeguard. "You look like you've got troubles," he said.
"I do," said Roz, and she proceeded to tell him of the dull weekend followed by the frustrating two days she had just spent, and, in particular, about Reg and his practice at screwing.
"Did I ever tell you," the lifeguard asked Roz, "That I am not only a high-diving expert, but also a muff-diving expert? Which is by way of saying that I am as good in bed as I am in the water, even if it is immodest of me to admit it. Or, in other words, could you dig being frenched? Have you had a good tongue job lately?"
"No," moaned Roz, "that's just the trouble. I haven't had anything lately!"
"May I?" asked Mai, in a mock mannerly fashion, and he escorted her to his locker room. Once again off came the bathing suit. Off came Mai's trunks. Fortunately, it s quiet out there," said Mai, waving his hand toward the door which led to the pool.
Roz lay down on the floor. "Sit in that chair," said Mai. "Now spread your legs. Now slouch down a little. See? We can make it that way." He gripped each of her thighs with his strong hands, and went to work showing her what a really good french expert can do.
Roz lay back, smiled, and all but began to purr. Now she would get what she had been missing. Now she would get un-frustrated. It was about time. "What if someone drowns?" she asked suddenly, sitting bolt upright as the thought hit her. It would be just her luck!
"Relax," said Mai. "Nothing's going to happen.
At least, nothing except what you want. You're going to lie here and relax and get a superb french job and have a wonderful orgasm. That's what's going to happen. And that's all. Except maybe more sex."
"Yeah, wasn't there something you were going to show me?"
"Later. Lie back and enjoy this right now. And stop talking to me. You talk to me and I have to answer you. I have to stop what I'm doing. So," he concluded good-naturedly, "if you want a good frenching, then shut up."
She did. Immediately.
Mai licked at her clit,. slow lapping strokes, and played with her inner lips with his fingers. He ran his fingers all over her body, seeking out her erogenous zones. He found she was very responsive to his hands running across her belly, the area between her belly and her snatch, and her inner thighs. He ran his hands across these places, and again, and again, and more. He darted his tongue inside her cunt, then put his whole mouth against her hole, and gently sucked, in and out, in and out, suck and stop. Then he returned his attention to her clit. He ran his tongue around the base of her clit. He nibbled at the tip of it. He lapped at it, while shoving his middle finger as high up her hole as he could get it.
Roz was squirming in the chair. She couldn't hold still, couldn't have if her life depended on it. She wiggled her ass, wriggled in the chair, thrust her pelvis up and down, and grabbed his arms-the nearest things to her-with her fingers, digging in with her nails. She shoved her cunt up into his face. Mai felt as if her hole were trying to swallow his head.
Mai got an indication of just how horny she was when he saw how freely the juices were flowing from her cunt. Poor broad, he thought, she's had a bad luck week. I hope the rest of her week is better. He speeded up the motion of his tongue, and all the pent-up frustration inside Roz was released as she climaxed, with one loud moaned "Ohh," and then went limp and silent.
"Feeling better?" Mai asked.
After a minute, when she was able to answer, Roz said, "Yes, thank you. I mean, really, thank you! That was just what I needed."
"I know. You really did need it."
"Can I eat you, now?" she asked.
"Later. You remember, you were asking me what it was I wanted to show you the other day? Well, have you ever wondered about that picture?" He indicated an oil portrait of a nude that hung on the wall.
"You mean, who she is? Why, is she one of the members' wives or something?" she asked.
"No."
"Well, then, what's to wonder about. It seems pretty self-explanatory as to what it is."
"Haven't you ever stopped to wonder what an oil painting is doing hanging in a locker room?"
"No, although now that you mention it, it does seem just a little out of place. But it's a nude woman, and this is a sex club, so it doesn't seem so out of place at that, all things considered."
"Well, look at this," Mai said to Roz, and he went over and removed the picture from the wall.
"A one-way mirror!" Roz exclaimed.
"That's right. This side is a window; the other side appears to be a plain mirror."
"What is on the other side? I mean, what room is it, or what building?" asked Roz, squinting her eyes up and she tried to figure what shared the connecting wall with Mai's locker. She had never thought about it before, or had any reason to.
She closed her eyes and pictured the several different buildings that were grouped around the pool. But she couldn't figure just what shared the common wall. "That's the building with the newer private rooms," said Mai. "The private rooms in the main buildings are older. These are newer, fancier, and better equipped. They're geared for action and they see plenty of it. And I see it too, any time I want, just by removing this picture. I can't see all the rooms, of course, but this one is the biggest, and the most frequently used."
"It's better than television," Roz said. "And all the shows are X-rated."
"It's a marvelous aphrodisiac," Mai added. "And safer than Spanish fly."
"Is it a turn-on to watch, really? I mean, I've never really done the peeping tom bit."
"Well, of course that depends on what the action is. If it's something I don't dig, I can't get too excited by it. But if it's a groovy scene, I can get pretty turned on by watching it."
"What's going on there now?" Roz asked.
"Let me turn the lights out. It helps to see." Mai darkened the locker room, and he and Roz peered at the one-way mirror. A group of men and girls were lying in a circle, all fully naked. "A daisy chain," he reported, and Roz looked more closely. They were lying head to foot, alternating one man and one woman and one man and one woman and ... Each girl was sucking on the cock of the guy she was facing, while every guy was lapping at the cunt he was staring at. Talk about togetherness!
"They look like they wouldn't even notice if this were plain glass, and not a mirror on their side," Roz commented.
"Yeah, they look like they couldn't care less even if they knew," said Mai.
"Were you thinking of joining them?" asked Roz. "No, I was planning on our watching them together for a little while, and then seeing what their activities might suggest to us," he answered.
The floor of the next room was a mass of squirming bodies, pleasuring and being pleasured, occasionally reaching climax but never stopping. It was beautiful to watch. Roz started getting all hot and horny again. Mai didn't seem unaffected, either. His cock was getting larger and larger, and bobbing up and down. She saw that the muscles of his legs were tense.
"Better be careful or you'll get your window wet," Roz teased him.
"You flatter me. I couldn't shoot that far. Besides, I'm saving it for you, you nut." Mai reached over to Roz, who was sitting in the chair next to him, and without taking his eyes off the window, began playing with her tits. While he ran his thumb across her nipple, and massaged the white mound that framed the dark brown nipple, his eyes were glued to the action next door.
More and more of the men and girls were climaxing and, some of them were beginning to lose interest. Roz counted five mermaids and five members. "Who's left to take care of the other members? It looks like they're all inside."
"Not really all, and besides, a lot of the members are there too," Mai reasoned. "You don't get too many more than that here at one time, at this time of day."
"They sure are busy," said Roz. "Only it seems to be breaking up, or at least the daisy chain is. Do you think there's going to be more, or have we come in just in time to catch the end of the show, and miss the rest?"
"Wait and we'll see," said Mai. "Personally, it's whetted my appetite for more action, but if we aren't given more of a show to watch, we'll just create our own action. We'll do that anyhow, right?" He squeezed her cuntlips playfully with his hand.
The people next door were regrouping, and a discussion seemed to be going on. Several people left, but Roz had the feeling that the party wasn't over. "I think they're trying to decide what to do next," Mai interpreted. The girls seemed to be deciding something among themselves, and finally one girl got down on the floor, while the others took chairs nearby. The men that had left, came back, all carrying things.
"Do you think they're all planning to do something to her?" Roz asked. "That's what it looks like," Mai answered, "or at least, all the men are. I guess the girls'll just get their jollies from watching, or something. Or maybe they've had enough for the day, or for awhile."
"I don't doubt it," said Roz. "We don't all work the same shifts, but some of those girls have been here since ten this morning, and some of them have been here since noon. If they've been working all this time, I don't doubt some of them are satiated."
"What about the girl who's lying down, then?"
"Maybe she came on at two, or maybe she's just oversexed. Or maybe she's had a rotten day like me.
One of the men approached the girl who was lying on the floor. He had several ice cubes in his hand, and he proceeded to rub one of them over her left tit, then another one over her right tit. He worked on both her breasts, simultaneously, paying the most attention to her nipples, which he stroked with the ice till they got hard and wrinkled, and he licked them to warm them up.
Then he began working his way down. He ran the ice lightly across her body, onto her thighs, around, back up her body and down again to her inner thighs. Then onto her clit. The girl was rolling around on the floor, kicking her legs, and opening her mouth as if she were crying out, but of course Roz and Mai couldn't hear her, or anything else in there. They could only see through the mirror.
It was like watching an old silent movie, or a TV with the sound dead. It was funny, odd, but still exciting. Roz and Mai watched the squirming gal, and they squirmed along with her, imagining the screams they couldn't hear, the moans they saw her utter silently. Imagining it, the silent sounds became twice as erotic.
She came, and the man who had taken the ice to her lay down. So that was the name of the game! Whatever he did to her, she had to do back to him. She took the remaining ice in her hands, and ran it up and down his body. He squirmed the same way she had, rolling his body back and forth on the floor, literally unable to hold still.
She next took the ice to his balls, which stopped him from rolling around. Perhaps it was turning him off? Or hurting? His face was contorted, but it had been since almost the minute he lay down. Some men, Roz knew, look as if they were in pain at the height of their pleasure. With no sound coming through the window, it was impossible to tell if he were registering pain or pleasure. But the girl administering the ice treatment didn't seem concerned. She went right on rubbing him with ice, applying it to his balls, his cock, and finally shoving it up his ass while sucking with ferocious intensity on his cock. That did it. He shot his load into her mouth, while she kept on sucking till she had drained him to the last drop.
He put his hand to his ass. The ice cube was still up there, Roz and Mai realized. They laughed. The girl put her finger up his ass again, obviously at his request, then shook her head. The look of pleasure on his face had diminished. He obviously didn't relish leaving that ice cube up there-and he just as obviously didn't have much choice in the matter.
Meanwhile, the girl lay down again, and another man approached her. He had a jar of honey in his hand, and a bag of chopped nuts. Roz had wondered, when she first saw that bag of nuts in the supply room what sexual use it had. Now she began to understand. The man smeared honey on the girls breasts, clit, cuntlips (inner and outer), and asshole.
Then he spread the nuts into the honey, using his finger. Then he began to lick her clean.
Roz could imagine the effect the nuts were having The honey alone would make a difference. His tongue would have to move harder, to get the honey off, and it would certainly move slower, as the honey would impede its progress. But those nuts would be pleasantly scratchy and stimulating in all the right places, as they rubbed stimulatingly across her erogenous zones, pursued by his relentless tongue. Just thinking about it, Roz got hot. She could picture the nuts on herself. And his tongue, licking so hard and roughly. And-ohh!
"What's the matter?" asked Mai, and then, "You didn't come, did you?"
She nodded her head, while Mai looked at her, amazed. "Just from watching?"
She started to explain to him how it was more than just watching, how she had been picturing the action so vividly that she had actually felt it, just as if she herself were the recipient of that tongue's attention. But she decided not to try to explain. How to make him understand? She opted for a simpler, of only partially true explanation. "You know how dreadfully horny I've been today."
"You poor girl!" Mai was only half teasing. "But you know I'll take good care of you."
"Yes, of course, but I didn't plan for it to happen; it just did," Meanwhile the girl, in the other room had come, too, and was leaning over the man who was now lying down where she had been. She spread the honey-and-nuts mixture on him, and proceeded to lick him clean.
She applied it to his asshole, his balls, and his cock, and licked it off one place at a time, starting with his balls. She ran her tongue around and around them, licking every drop of the mixture off, till his face was as twisted and contorted as the previous man's had been, and the entire mixture was removed from his balls.
Then she started on in his asshole. Here, too, she licked, doing a very thorough job, till every drop of honey and nuts was gone. She kept on licking even after that, darting her tongue into his asshole, where there had been no honey and nuts in the first place. She licked around the edge, and in and out of the hole, till the poor man looked as if he would shoot his load before she even touched his cock.
As if she were noticing the same thing, she changed positions and grabbed his cock in her mouth. She licked up and down the sides, and around the shaft, and then onto the cockhead, removing the honey with her raspy tongue, and removing the nuts as well, rubbing his sensitive cockhead with them as she licked them off.
It didn't take him long. A couple of minutes of this and the come was shooting out of his prick. Roz and Mai, still watching intently, had their hands at each other's crotches, and she gently squeezing his balls and he fingering her cuntlips.
The third man in the next room produced what he had brought back from the supply room-a paddle. He brandished it at the mermaid, who was lying on her back on the floor again. She understood, and got up. He put her over his Knee and spanked her, hard, with the paddle, time and again. She looked as if she were in genuine pain. Obviously he was into B&D while she wasn't.
She said something to him. "I guess she wants him to stop," said Mai.
"I'm sure she does, but I doubt she'd say so," said Roz. "Too risky. Might get canned for refusing to take care of a member. Maybe he asked her if it hurt, and she said 'yes' or something, but outside of that I doubt she'd complain much."
There followed what looked like a small unpleasant scene inside. Apparently the man expected her to come from just being paddled. When she didn't, he paddled her harder. She was obviously having trouble trying not to cry. Finally she grabbed the paddle out of his hand with a vengeance, and applied it smartly to his backside. Whap! Whap! She kept it up about twenty times, till she had exhausted her anger in the force of dealing the blows.
He grabbed the paddle back from her, and raised it to her again. His dick was standing out stiffly, like another weapon he planned to use on her. He grabbed her head and forced her to her knees, from which position she sucked his rigid prick most willingly. He smacked her with the paddle again, and she reached around and slapped him sharply on the ass three times. His body stiffened. Obviously, he had come. She hadn't, but Roz guessed the mermaid didn't mind missing out on one. She figured that a gal who wasn't into B&D wouldn't feel too horny after having taken that kind of a beating.
The fourth guy pulled her down to the floor and began to eat her. "That gives me an idea," said Mai, and pulled Roz down to the floor with him, just as the guy in the other room had done to the mermaid in there. Mai and Roz took a 69 position, and soon were eating each other as eagerly as if neither of them had had any form of sex for months.
Mai's tongue energetically attacked Roz's clit, while her mouth sucked at his dick as if his come were the rarest of elixirs, and she couldn't wait to taste the first drop. She ran her hands up and down his legs, slowly, teasingly. He ran his hands up and down her legs.
She dug into his legs with her fingernails. She stuck one finger up his asshole, and moved it in and out rapidly. He lapped faster, but with less accuracy, and he got so excited that he couldn't keep his mind on what he was doing. Her sucking and clawing were driving him to the boiling point, and to a fast finish.
They came within ten seconds of each other, Mai's cock shooting its cache of sperm into Roz's mouth while her clit throbbed and her cunt was washed in waves of tension and relaxation. They looked up at the window, and watched the five couples on the other side. One was leaving the room, the other four were all down on the floor frenching each other.
"It never stops, does it?" asked Roz, feeling suddenly that the club was nothing but a mass of wriggling bodies, hard cocks, wet cunts, and open mouths, punctuated by a few whips, vibrators, honey jars, feathers, chains, pillows, and a swimming pool in the middle.
"Are you getting fed up with the pace?" asked Mai.
"No, not really, I guess this is one of my off days. I'm just a little-well, bored, I guess."
"Bored?"
"A surfeit of goodies can be just as tiresome as an excess of something dull-and of course the last four days have been dull as all hell, anyhow-at least till I wound up in here, this afternoon."
"Your shift should be changing soon," said Mai. "I just started. I have over a week to go."
"Well, I'll see if I can think of a solution," he promised. "A girl as pretty as you shouldn't be bored, and certainly not in a place like this."
"That sounds like an old cliche-you know-'What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?' I expected to hear you say that any minute."
"No, I know what you're doing here. That's cool. But I have visions of your getting bored and leaving. You know, I'd hate to see you go," Mai said to Roz.
"With all the other girls there are around here? And you don't even know me that well," Roz said.
"I've been watching you," Mai answered. "I'll see what I can do to see that you're properly amused."
"That's our job. That's what we're supposed to do for the members. I never heard anywhere at the club that the members or the management are supposed to keep us amused."
"Now you really are sounding bitter," said Mai. "Well, don't worry, I'll see something's done about it. I'll talk to Bob."
"Bob? The club director? What can you say to him? I mean, would he listen to you?"
"I think so," said Mai, with a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm afraid to ask-what's your special pull? In a place like this, I'm not sure I want to hear the answer."
"You think I've been importing the slaves for his private harem? Or manufacturing the love potion that he mixes with the water in the water fountain in the mermaids' locker room?"
"What love potion?"
"There isn't any. And there aren't any slaves and he doesn't have any private harem. But that's the sort of answer you were expecting, isn't it?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But if it's not something way out like that-which is what you'd expect in a place like this-then what angle do you have that you, an employee here like I am, can tell the club director what to do?"
"I'm his brother. But don't spread it around. We try to keep it quiet."
Roz's eyes widened, and then she laughed. "And here I thought you'd gotten the lifeguard job on the basis of your looks and your life saving certificate."
"Well, of course I have those too," Mai said, "but have you any idea how many other guys do, too? And how many hundreds of guys wanted this job? And how many hundreds more would have wanted it if they had known about it? Honey, it's not what you know in this world, that counts, it's who you know."
"Well, that's great. I mean it's great for you, that you got the job, and it's great for me, that you can help; but just what do you plan to do to give me a diversion?"
"Well, all I can do is speak to Bob. He'll be the one who'll have to come up with something. Be patient. I really don't know the answer. But there'll be one. Now how about another french job?"
"My pleasure," said Roz, but just as she was swooping down on his penis, somebody knocked on the door.
"Just a minute," hollered Mai, and adjusted his swim trunks. He went to the door, opened it, and found a group of members at the door.
"Things are slow. How about a diving lesson? There doesn't seem to be much action today. Where are all the mermaids?"
"Yeah," another member called out. "I'd really rather be muff-diving!" He laughed raucously.
Roz shrank back into a corner. She could see what was coming, if they spotted her, and she wasn't in the mood for a possible gang-bang.
"I'll be out in a minute," Mai told them, and shut the door. "Well, so much for frenching," he said to Roz. "I agree with that man completely." She looked at him, puzzled. "I'd rather be muff-diving than diving into the water, too," he explained. "But business comes first, I'm afraid. Work before pleasure, and all that shit. I'll catch you soon. You owe me one. And, seriously, I'll see what I can do for you."
As Mai went out the door, Roz took one last look through the see-through mirror. The party was still in progress, next door. She knew where some of the missing mermaids were, even if the men didn't. She had better give the men a few minutes to get involved in their diving lesson, before she left Mai's locker. She wanted to leave unseen, if she could.
She turned her eyes once more to the action next door, sank down into the chair to watch, and soon was totally absorbed in watching the sucking and fucking, while busily playing with herself as she watched.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A PAIR OF DICE IN PARADISE
Not long after that, a notice appeared in the mermaids' locker room: The Hedonist Club will be holding a Las Vegas Night on Saturday. Gambling will be the order of the night, with slot machines, roulette, cards, dice, and other games of chance. In keeping with Hedonist Club traditions, the big prize will be, not money, but sex. We are in need of at least one, preferably more, girls to volunteer to be "prizes." We are contemplating awarding to the winner of one of the games, possible of a sweepstakes, the services of one mermaid for 24 hours, to take home or do what he wants with. No girl will be required to offer herself as prize in this manner, but any girl who volunteers and is accepted for this special assignment will receive a $100. bonus. If you wish to volunteer, sign up with either Bob or Larry.
The girls were standing around the sign, reading it and making comments. Roz walked over to the group of girls, listened for a minute to the conversation, then read the sign to see what they were all talking about.
"I wouldn't do it," said one of the girls.
"Me neither," said another. "We do enough here all day, or all night. But I need a little time to myself. I want to stop screwing sometimes."
"I don't want to stop screwing," said another, "but I want to do it with whoever I choose to, not whoever I have to. Off hours I can pick my partners."
"Who knows what would happen if one of these guys got us alone at their apartments?" another girl suggested. "Some of them are freaky enough as it is, but at least in the club we know we're safe from anything dangerous. At their houses, who knows?"
"I dig the freaky guys!" said a tall brunette.
"Then why don't you volunteer?" asked another mermaid.
"Because with my luck, I'd get stuck with some guy who's such a bore he only wants to do it missionary style," she answered.
"With my luck," another girl took up the refrain, "He'd take me home and make me clean his house and do his laundry, and not fuck me at all!"
"Wow, that's bad," sympathized one of the girls. "Is that the kind of week you've been having?"
"Yeah, it sure is."
"Cheer up," said Roz. "I had a week like that, too. You get over it. Things got better for me pretty quickly. A spell of bad luck like that can't last forever."
"If it does," the brunette replied, "I'll go back to being a secretary. I saw more action when I was hired to type letters than I have this last week in a job where I've been hired to fuck."
"What about you, Roz?" one of the girls asked. "No chance," she answered. "No idea what you're letting yourself in for. I'll pass."
"I don't blame you," one of the others agreed. "I need the hundred dollars badly, but not that badly."
When Roz was changing out of her uniform, that night, she saw Jackie, who was just getting ready to go to work. She had the late-late shift this week, and was just finishing changing into her uniform. "What do you think of that notice?" Roz asked her. "I'm signing up," Jackie told her.
"Why in hell do you want to do that?" Roz asked her.
"Well, the rumor mill has it that the axe is about to fall on a lot of girls soon. I don't want to be one of them. I figure I'll earn more than just $100. if I volunteer for this assignment. I'll get myself in favor in the right places, you know? And I don't fancy losing my job."
"What makes you think they'll can you? Even if the grapevine is right about the axe falling, and we don't know that for a fact either."
"Well, they've fired a number of girls already, recently. You and I are already among the girls who have worked here the longest. You know what I told you before they hired you-they fire girls at the drop of a hat, just for an excuse to hire new ones."
"What is it with them?" Roz asked. "Don't they have enough girls around to make it with? They can have whoever they want, whenever they want."
"Sure, but they get jaded. They can have the girls whenever, and they do. So they get bored. They're spoiled little boys, really. They tire of their toys easily, so they throw them out. They know they can always get new ones."
"In any other business they couldn't get away with that," said Roz, a little bit indignantly.
"Right, but who are you going to report them to?" asked Jackie. "We don't exactly have a mermaids' labor union. You can't report them to the unemployment department of the state. In fact, you can't report them to anybody. This isn't exactly, your run-of-the-mill job. It's one of the occupational hazards of working here, I guess."
"So you're going to volunteer to be one of the prizes at the Las Vegas Night, because you think it'll give you job security," said Roz.
"That's right," said Jackie.
"Do you know what other girls were either daring enough or dumb enough to volunteer?"
"No, I don't," said Jackie. "I only wish Saturday night would get here quickly, so it would be over with."
Saturday night got there fast enough. Only one girl volunteered, besides Jackie, a young girl who was new at the club.
"She must be ass-kissing, to get in good wit! the big shots," said one girl.
"Or else she's so new that she didn't know any better," suggested another.
"Maybe one of us should have tipped her off," the first girl said.
"She'll learn soon enough," the second girl answered.
One whole big room at the club had been set up to look like a gambling casino, with mermaids running the roulette table, dealing the cards, etc., all of them dressed in their usual bathing suit uniforms but with green croupier's visors on their heads. The slot machines had obviously been specially fixed up for the club; instead of the usual applies, oranges and lemons, they had tits, cunts, and cocks. The winning combinations were much more interesting.
Several of the members went home a lot richer than they had been when they got there that evening, and the club made a lot of money on the deal, too; but the two happiest people were the two guys who won the uninterrupted services, in their own homes or whatever other place they chose, of one mermaid for twenty-four hours. The new girl went to Ted, who, as high money winner of the evening, had the option of turning back all his money to the club and taking a girl home instead. Jackie was won in a raffle by a new member, Walter, the friend of Bryan's whom Roz had helped entertain before he joined the club.
When Ted, as high money winner, opted to take a girl instead, Jackie held her breath, and was much relieved when he picked the other girl instead. She knew what his bag was, and didn't much relish the prospect of twenty-four hours of whips, chains, paddles and what-have-you. She sidled over to Roz to ask her what she knew about Walter.
"I can't tell you much; I really don't know," Roz whispered. "I helped entertain him, that one day, when he was Bryan's guest, along with a fellow named Marvin. I don't think Marvin ever joined, or at least I didn't see him around after that. As far as Walter goes, he didn't express an interest in any-thing special, or seem to want anything much freaky, but I really couldn't say. Maybe he was holding back, knowing he was a guest and not a member. He seemed nice enough, anyhow. Look, you're not in for the evening that other poor girl is-what am I saying, evening-she's in for twenty-four hours of it! She won't be able to work for a week, I bet! Be grateful you got Walter, whatever his bag is!"
With those words of advice ringing in her ears, Jackie went off in search of Walter, and soon was on her way back to his apartment. He had a well-furnished apartment, with a large living room, a large bedroom with a king-size bed, a cozy-looking kitchen, and a terrace. The apartment held no surprises. She had looked around with the thought that something in it might give her a clue as to the personality, the likes, and the dislikes of its tenant; but other than the king-size bed, which suggested to Jackie that Walter perhaps didn't sleep alone too often, and liked his comfort, and the cozy kitchen, which gave her the feeling that he enjoyed the comforts of home rather than the excitement of going out frequently, the apartment held no hints or surprises. She saw no hints of a B/D enthusiast here, no erotic art, nothing at all suggestive of any particular sexual inclination.
Walter invited her in, as if she had any choice, and offered her a drink, which she accepted. He looked wide awake and ready for action, although Jackie was dead on her feet. Oh, well, she hadn't really expected to get any sleep tonight.
After they had sat and talked for a few minutes in the living room, Walter turned the stereo up and led Jackie into the bedroom. "What about the neighbors?" asked Jackie, indicating the stereo.
"That's why I turned it on," answered Walter, who was obviously more concerned with the neighbors not hearing them making it, than with the neighbors not complaining about the music.
"What's your pleasure?" Jackie asked, and Walter opened one of the dresser drawers. Jackie began taking her clothes off. Walter removed something from the drawer-a pair of black stockings and a garter belt.
"Take everything else off and put these on," he instructed her. "Then walk around for me. I like to watch; give me a good show."
It could be a hell of a lot worse, thought Jackie, if this is his only kink, or his worst one. She removed all her clothes, and hooked the black lacy garter belt behind herself. She drew on the stockings, one at a time, smoothing each one up her leg and hooking it at the top. She fumbled a bit; she was unused to anything but panty-hose, and out of practice at hooking garters.
"Now show yourself off to me," he told her. She walked around, turned, looked at him provocatively, and moved her legs and body suggestively.
She moved one leg to the side, spreading her crotch so that her snatch was more easily visible. She lifted on foot and rested it on the edge of his bed, showing off more of her cunt to his view. She watched as he pointed his finger off to a corner, and looked to see what he was showing her.
There was a pair of high-heeled shoes, old-fashioned spikes, sitting in the corner. She put them on. They weren't her size, but at least they were too big, rather than too small. She curled her toes inside the shoes, to hold them on, took a cautious step or two, and found she could manage.
There was a chair facing the foot of the bed, against the wall, and she walked over to it, turned her back to Walter, put one foot up on the chair, and bent over, showing off her ass cheeks. Walter unzipped his fly, removed his enlarged prick, and began thoughtfully rubbing it as he watched her. "I tell you what," he said to her, and she looked up, wondering what was next. "You come here and sit on the foot of the bed facing me."
She did as he asked, sitting at the foot of the bed while he sat at the head. "Now play with yourself," he ordered her. She spread her legs leaving the shoes on, and put her finger to her clit. Walter removed all his clothes, and sat there naked, watching her. His idle rubbing of his own tool progressed into something more deliberate. As he watched, Jackie fingered her clit with quick well-aimed motions of her middle finger, and he stroked his own tool, holding onto the loose folds of skin with his fingers lightly around his shaft, moving up and down with brisk motions.
He sat there, watching Jackie with his eyes glued to her cunt and clit. He could see the moisture accumulating as she fingered herself. She played with herself with an economy of motion, yet she was obviously getting results.
She was not just putting on a good show; she was getting very hot from her own finger's action. Without once putting a finger inside her cunt, she moved her middle finger briskly up and down on her clit, till that finger got tired and she changed to her index finger. She had wet her finger with spit when she started, but now her juices were flowing freely. Her cunt was literally dripping, and the last thing she needed was spit for lubrication. Now there's a real nice hot piece of ass, Walter thought, admiringly. He closed his hand tighter around his rod, and moved his hand even faster. His eyes remained fixed on Jackie's crotch, as he watched her finger move, the moisture grow, and her body rock back and forth as the excitement built in her. She was rocking her ass on the bed, not thinking about it, neither moving on purpose to put on a good show, nor trying to restrict her own motions-not that she could have, even if she wanted to.
Walter watched, and jerked himself off, and finally came, still staring at Jackie's twat. His come landed on the bed, and Jackie waited to see if he would ask her to lick him clean, or lick the sheet clean, but he made no such request, nor did he make any move to change the linens. Why change them now, I guess, thought Jackie. We'll only be messing them up some more, soon enough, I suppose.
Walter lost interest in Jackie, for the moment, as soon as he had come, and he made no request of her, no suggestion, no offer to help her. After a minute's debate, she decided to finish what he had had her start; she was that close to climax anyhow. Another minute's rapid moving of her finger, and she had come. She was sure he was going to give her enough of a workout over the next twenty-four hours, but right now he seemed to have calmed down, and she was hot as hell. So she finished herself off.
Walter looked at her briefly, totally uninterested now; and when she had finished, he asked her if she would like coffee or a drink. "Coffee, thanks, if you don't mind," she answered. They walked out to the cozy kitchen. She couldn't help but notice, and wonder if he had a steady girlfriend. It didn't look like the average bachelor's kitchen.
She sat at the table, stark naked, drinking her coffee, while Walter, equally naked, had a cup of tea. Jackie wondered what he had in mind to do next. She supposed it was too much to hope for, that she might get a chance to catch a little sleep in that huge bed he had. She was right; it was too much to hope for.
As they sat there, practically silent except for an occasional polite exchange of meaningless conversation, Jackie heard a noise which she realized was the apartment door opening. "Are you expecting someone?" she asked Walter, a little concerned at the thought that a burglar might have picked now to rob Walter's place and break in.
"Yes," he answered her, and then, calling out loudly in the direction of the opening door, "Honey, come here. There's somebody I'd like you to meet." A tall, good-looking woman came into the room. She was in her late twenties, and looked sure of herself. Jackie got the idea that this woman was someone who depended on her looks for a living, as she, Jackie, did, too, but in a different capacity. She was right.
Walter did the introductions. "Jackie, this is my wife, Jo-Ann, an airline stewardess. Jo-Ann, this is Jackie, from the club."
Jackie's mind was momentarily boggled. Walter had a wife? And she knew all about the club? And didn't mind finding a mermaid here in the house! Walter turned to Jackie, almost as if he had read her mind, and explained, "Jo-Ann and I have a very liberal marriage. She doesn't care what I do, as long as I take good care of her. And I don't mind what she as long as she's not too tired or too busy for me when I want her. Anyhow, I wanted her to meet you. See, we had a friend of Jo-Ann's living with us until just recently, a fellow stewardess. But she got transferred, and now she's based in another city. We were living menage a trois, you understand. Things just haven't been the same since she's gone. So I figured Jo-Ann might want to meet you.
Jackie was more surprised now than when she had first heard Jo-Ann walk in the door. She hoped she wasn't staring. As for Jo-Ann, while she obviously hadn't known that Walter was going to bring back a mermaid for her to play with, she didn't look either upset or surprised-in fact, she looked pleased. Jackie wondered how many other members had wives-and how many other wives knew about the club. It was a twist she had never really thought about before.
Jo-Ann sat down and joined them in a cup of coffee, as if it happened every day that her husband and brought home a strange girl for him-and her-to sleep with. When they had finished the coffee, the three of them went back inside.
At first, Walter lay down in the middle of the bed, with Jackie and Jo-Ann on either side. The two played with him, not even trying to get him to climax, just playing around, stimulating him, with no real attempt to bring him off. After a while, when the two of them had gotten as hot from playing with him as he himself had gotten, he traded places with Jackie, putting her in the middle, and lay on his side watching what would happen next.
What happened was that Jo-Ann approached Jackie. She put out her hand and gently massaged Jackie's breasts, one at a time, then worked her way down to her cunt, where she spread the cuntlips and just looked for a minute at Jackie's inner lips and clit. Then she kissed her breasts, and followed the same downward route with her lips that she had just taken with her hands.
Jo-Ann's mouth arrived at Jackie's spread lipped cunt, and Jo-Ann kissed the little pink point of her clit, and dipped her tongue far into the honey well. She swallowed Jackie's juices, and ran her tongue in and out of her deep hole some more. Then she concentrated her attention on Jackie's clit, tonguing it, licking it, rasping at it while with one hand she held the lips spread open, and with the other she played with the mermaid's breasts.
In spite of herself, Jackie got hotter and hotter. She didn't want to react to this woman's attentions to her, but she couldn't help herself, and soon she was rolling on the bed, her body twitching and twisting, her hips thrusting upward, her cunt shoved hard up against the other girl's mouth. Jo-Ann sucked at Jackie's clit, bit at the tip of it, very gently, then licked it some more.
Jackie, despite her effort to remain calm, was in a tortured ecstasy. She reached out for the giver of such ecstasy, and Jo-Ann took her hand, said "Now, honey," in an urgent tone of voice, and placed the girl's hand on her own cunt, which by now was wet and dripping, Jackie felt the strange yet familiar territory, and recoiled at first. What was she doing, playing with another woman? But after a minute, her desire to give equal pleasure to the woman who was so turning her on overcame her revulsion at the thought of making it with another woman, and she sought out the clit of her benefactress.
Although it felt strange, it also felt familiar. She had never made it with another woman, but how many nights had she lain awake in bed, unable to sleep for being so horny, and finally brought herself off with her own hand? This was just another cunt, just another clit, like hers.
"Eat it, baby, eat me," Jo-Ann urged her, and Jackie found it wasn't too difficult to lower her head and extend her tongue toward the other woman.
She moved around on the bed, till she and Jo-Ann were in a 69 position, and she contemplated how to go about what she wanted to do next. This was somewhat stranger territory to her. Obviously, although she had many times played with herself, she had never eaten her own cunt, or anyone else's, of course. She was not quite sure how to go about it! She closed her eyes, pretended it was her cunt, and thought, Now what would give me pleasure? By figuring what would get her hot, and how best to do it, she maneuvered around Jo-Ann's cunt till she had found the best location and motions, and proceeded to get the other girl as hot as she was making her.
Walter, of course, was far from unaffected by all this, and he lay there with a huge hard-on from observing the two girls in action together. Jackie and Jo-Ann were too busy to notice him, or do anything about him, so he aimed for the nearest hole, which happened to be Jackie's cunt, he entered her from the rear, dog-fashion, and fucked her cunt from the rear while she and Jo-Ann were 69ing. Walter's wife didn't seem to be the slightest surprised to see his cock enter the hole she had been paying attention to; she went right on eating the clit, leaving the cunt hole alone for Walter to take care of. It was too much stimulation for Jackie to withstand, and she came, her orgasm taking her by surprise and hitting her with all the force of a time bomb going off and exploding all the area between her waist and her knees.
It didn't take Jo-Ann long after that to come, shoving Jackie's mouth hard against her genitals as the first wave caught her. Walter kept pumping away, watching the two broads, and soon, with a warm gush, he had filled Jackie's cunt with his exploded sperm.
The love juice was still dripping down Jackie's legs, mingling with Walter's sperm. She was on the horns of a dilemma; it felt so good she wanted more, yet she was embarrassed to admit even to herself that this was so.
Jo-Ann solved the problem for her, by asking, "Want a little more, honey?" and then not waiting for Jackie to answer her. She used only her finger, this time, gently massaging Jackie's clit, stroking it till she awakened a response in every nerve that lay beneath the surface. When Jackie reached for Jo-Ann, to take care of her in similar fashion, Jo-Ann said, "Relax, honey; lie back and enjoy it. You can take care of me when I'm finished with you. You've never had this before, have you?" Jackie shook her head. "You'll learn to like it." A thought flashed through Jackie's mind, which she couldn't quite grasp, it sent in and out so quickly. It was, that's what I'm afraid of
"Doesn't make you a lesbian, you know," Jo-Ann re-assured her, knowing what she was fighting. She fingered the girl's clit some more; and Jackie, stimulated by the exciting new activity, responded more quickly than she would have to a man fingering her clit in the same way. What made it most exciting was the fact that there was a man present, enjoying the whole scene, enjoying watching the show, and enjoying the two girls' bodies. Very quickly, she came.
"Now do me," was Jo-Ann's logical request of Jackie. The mermaid, with reluctance and fascination, extended her finger to the other girl's cunt and began playing around. She ran her finger around and around the point that was Jo-Ann's clit, then slid her finger slowly across the top. Right on the tip, back and forth, then around in circles, then back and forth again. Jackie paid very careful attention to the excitement and slow-building urgent need she was inflicting on Jo-Ann.
Jo-Ann's body seemed out of her control, as she rolled her head form side to side, hunched her shoulders, and threw her body around on the bed. Her legs were stretched, her muscles taut, her hands gripped Jackie's arms, as Jackie's finger traced increasingly smaller circles and straight lines across her clit, at an increasingly faster speed. Finally, with a loud groan, Jo-Ann dug her fingernails into Jackie's arm, arched her back, strained every muscle in her body, and especially in her legs, and came.
Naturally, this had gotten Walter hot again, and this time he fucked Jo-Ann while Jackie, at his request, licked his asshole. She dipped her tongue in and out, ran it around the perimeter, darted it into the hole again, then collected a mouthful of spit and sent that inside ahead of her hot darting tongue.
It was hard, sometimes, to keep her tongue in his asshole. He was moving his ass so rapidly as he pumped his cock in and out of Jo-Ann's hot box. Jackie had a hard time keeping up with him. Finally she put a hand under him, and tried to grab him by the balls.
She didn't succeed in holding him still, or even in gaining any leverage with which to hold on appreciably; but she did manage, inadvertently, to excite him even further in the process. Finally, he shot his load of slightly salty come into his wife's mouth, and she, in a burst of freaky generosity, turned and kissed Jackie, before swallowing, full on the mouth, and shared the mouthful of come with her.
Jackie and Jo-Ann lay there, tongue-kissing, each other's tongues in each other's mouths, passing the salty come back and forth from mouth to mouth and back again.
"Are you two broads starting in again?" Walter asked in mock despair, grinning from ear to ear. They were, and they kept it up all night. When Jackie's twenty-four hours with Walter were up, she hadn't gotten a minute's sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
PARADISE ISN'T FOREVER
They had told Jackie to take the day off after her twenty-four hour special assignment, so nobody looked for her at work on Sunday or Monday. The girls spent a bit of time speculating what she was doing just then, on Sunday, and what kind of a time she had had, on Monday. On Tuesday, they waited to see her. "Did you hear anything from her?" One of the girls asked Roz, knowing the two of them were good friends. But she hadn't heard a word.
Finally, Ella, coming back from the main office to the mermaids' locker room, told the girls that Bob had just told her that Jackie had called in sick and would not be in today.
"Wow, she must have really had some exhausting time of it!" one girl said, enviously.
"Maybe her beat up on her or something," another girl suggested. The mermaid who had gone home with Ted after the gambling night had come in to work on Tuesday all bruised and battered, black and blue and much the worse for wear. He liked to give as well as receive, and what he most liked giving and getting was spankings, paddlings, beatings, and other such entertainments.
The next day, Jackie showed up just long enough to collect her personal possessions from the locker room and hand in her resignation. "I'm quitting," she told the girls, on her way in to Bob's office to inform him of the fact.
"Why?" they asked. Was it that bad? What did he do to you?"
She ignored the question, and left them forever wondering what he had done to her, particularly as there were no visible bruises on her body. "It's what I did to myself, really," was the only answer she gave them. "No fucking job is worth having to volunteer for that kind of thing, just to make sure you don't get canned."
"They are firing a lot of people," one of the girls told her. "Three of the girls were let go yesterday, and according to the rumor mill, the axe is about to fall on quite a few other people. Boy, those guys must sure be getting restless.
"Well, they're not firing me," Jackie said, throwing her head back and her chest out, showing her ample bust. "I'm quitting!" And, breasts leading the rest of her, she marched out of the locker room and into Bob's office.
"What did he say?" the girls asked when Jackie got back.
"Just, 'good luck.' I don't think they're too sorry to see me go. After all, it gives them a chance to interview more girls."
"I should think they'd be interviewing enough to wear them out for a week," said one of the girls, "with all the firing that's been going on."
"What are you going to do now, Jackie?" asked another mermaid.
"I don't know. I think I'd like to open a club where I did the interviewing and all the members had to be approved by me first." A funny expression crossed her face.
"What is it?" they asked.
"Hey, I was just kidding when I said that, but you know, that mightn't be a bad idea, for real. Why not? I'll open up a club just like this. So I won't call it the 'Hedonist Club' and the girls won't be 'mermaids.' I'll come up with some other gimmick. It'll be the same principle, though, and the men, the prospective members, will all have to pass some kinds of tests to be accepted-endurance or technique or something like that-or maybe all those things. It could get to be a status thing-not just 'I'm a member of the club.' but 'I passed the test to get in.' What a gimmick! And picture me testing them out! Wouldn't that be a switch! The girls would just have to meet the usual requirements for a job-you know-intelligent and reliable and all that-plus they'd have to be good-looking and like to screw, but none of this bullshit that they put us through here. And if a girl got fired from my club, it would be for a good reason."
"Are you serious, Jackie?"
"I've never been more serious."
"Will you open the club near-by?"
"No. I've always wanted to go to California. The climate is much more to my liking. Well, they're pretty liberal sexually out there. I imagine if I grease a few palms, I should be able to stay in business. Oh, this is going to be beautiful!"
"Can I work for you?" several of the girls asked at once.
"Sure, why not?" she answered.
What followed in the next couple of days was tantamount to a palace revolution. Or, to be more specific, two of them. First, a number of girls got wind of Jackie's plan and just quit, cold, to go out with her to the Coast and become mermaids at her club, or whatever the equivalent of mermaids would be there. They were taking a chance, sure, to go out West before her club was even set up, but they felt that if they helped her, they could set it up that much faster, and then continue working at a job they liked, with a hell of a lot more job security and none of this catering to the sexual whims of the club's directors.
The second revolution came in the form of girls who got wind of Jackie's plans, didn't care to move out to the Coast for whatever reason, but were caught up in the spirit of a club where the mermaids interviewed the members, rather than the directors interviewing the mermaids-that is, "interviewing" as it was practiced at the club, meaning sex try-outs. They picketed. They walked around the club carrying signs reading "Unfair to Mermaids,"
"Give Us Equal Rights,"
"Liberate Mermaids," and "Interview, Don't Screw." They demanded the privilege of interviewing all prospective members, and making sure they wanted to service them before they joined.
The interview, of course, would consist of several of the girls making it with each prospective member, and also talking to him about his sexual preferences and proclivities.
They actually got so far as to "interview" one member, before he joined, after they succeeded in intercepting his application. They got it all arranged, got him in the front door of the club without any of the "big shots" (as the girls called Bob, Larry, and the charter members) realizing he wasn't a member's guest, or even that he was there at all. They put him through a two-hour session of sucking, fucking, greeking, and every variation they could think of, as well as a couple he thought of-and then, before they had finished, Bob walked into the room they had appropriated.
The girls who were present were fired immediately, when Bob found out what they had been up to. The others who were taking part in the strike were told to stop picketing and get back to work immediately, or consider themselves fired. Several of them quit; the rest, including Roz, went grudgingly back to work.
For the first time, the club directors found themselves actually short of mermaids. Not just missing a few, temporarily, because of pre-planned firings, but seriously short of staff. They had been firing quite a few in the last several weeks, perhaps a few in the last several weeks, perhaps a few too many. Then Jackie had quit, and taken some girls with her. Now they had been forced to fire, or ask to quit, the picketers. And the girls who were left were not in the best of spirits. There was a spirit of rebellion still hanging around the place, a general feeling of discontent among almost all the girls. One morning, when Bob went into his office, he discovered that someone had gotten in during the night, and had painted on his wood-paneled walls, in large white letters, "Male Chauvinist Pig."
Several days later, when Mai went to fill the swimming pool one morning, after having drained it the night before, he found the same epithet scrawled on the bottom of the pool in large black letters. Clearly, although the men had won the battle, they hadn't won the war. They had put down the rebellion, but there were still dissenters within the ranks, looking for trouble.
Because he was so short of help at the club, and because his mind was preoccupied with the mini revolution he had on his hands, Bob skimmed through the interviews for new mermaids, taking a little less time than usual with each, and checking into their backgrounds a little less carefully.
Only two of them-Bob and Larry, or sometimes Bob and Joe-interviewed and screwed each new girl; and they checked out their backgrounds less carefully than before, because Bob felt it had done them no good in the past, in the light of what had happened now. "We checked them out, sure, and look what they did to us anyhow. Who would have thought our girls would pull this kind of shit?"
"It's that goddam women's lib movement," opined Joe.
So they hired new girls, quickly, and put them to work. To the members who had been inconvenienced by a shortage of available cunt at the club, they said, "We have a whole bunch of new faces for you."
"Who cares about the faces," one of the members said. "Let's see what's lower down."
Somewhere in the midst of this spate of firings and hirings, the men added a new mermaid by the name of Marion. She and quite a few other new mermaids seemed to be working out all right, which fact was fast pointed out to the remaining "old" girls-in other words, the message was, "you too can be replaced-so behave." The trouble-makers grudgingly simmered down.
The directors planned a "Getting to Know You" night, for the members and the new girls to get acquainted. The idea was for them all to meet in a pitch-black room, and get to know each other by feel.
They prepared their largest room, with wild music on the stereo, drinks, perfume in the air-and total darkness. The girls, who had been pretty well calmed down and put down after their recent revolution, were back in agreeable spirits. The men were looking forward to the event. Only one girl, Marion, seemed to be acting a bit strangely, peering around with a lighted match as if to see who was across the room.
Bob had thought he had noticed strange behavior on her part since the day she had started. She was constantly peeking around corners and looking into rooms, as if looking for someone or something, or so it struck him; but when he reported this behavior to Larry, Larry said, "You're just edge from everything that's been going on. She's probably just acclimating herself to the place. I imagine they all do that, but we've just never beer so aware of it before. If you were working someplace new, wouldn't you want to learn your way around? And if you had to make it with all the girls in any given place-club, organization, or party or what-have-you, wouldn't you want to see who they all were and what they were like?"
So Marion peered around in the dark, and Bob observed her but let it go. When everyone was in the room, with all the men on one side and all the girls on the other, just like at a school dance for 12-year-olds, Bob said, "If you're wondering why we have you separated like this, it's because in the darkness you might have trouble, otherwise, knowing whether the person next to you is a man or a woman, without feeling them. And if you guys felt the people next to you, and it was another guy-well, that's why we have you separated. This way, guys, you know the gals are across the room; girls, you know where the guys are. Now go find each other, feel each other, get to know each other. Since you can't get to know each other's looks, in the dark, you'd better get to know each other some other way, O.K. go to it."
They did, the guys and gals cautiously crossing the room, not wanting to trip or run into someone, Only Marion moved with distinct determination, as if she knew where she was going, almost as if she had an appointment.
The members and the mermaids met somewhere in the middle, and there followed a confusion of arms and legs and bodies and cocks and cunts and breasts, as everyone tried to get to know everyone else by feel.
Men were exploring women's breasts, and thighs, and snatches. T-men were fondling breasts. A-men were rubbing asses, and a couple of real french enthusiasts had abandoned the use of their hands altogether and had gone right to work with their tongues, not knowing whom they were eating, but enjoying it all the same.
Some of the girls just stood there, letting the men fondle them, feel them, pinch them, explore them; others took a more active part, and joined right in, feeling the men, caressing their balls, stroking cocks, and even licking assholes.
Marion ran into one of the men-his name was Charlie-before he had taken more than a couple of steps away from the side of the room where the men had started, "You are an eager one," Charlie said to Marion. "What's your name?"
She didn't answer him, but went straight to work on him, blowing in his ear, fondling his balls, running her fingers through his hair, playing with his nipples. "Whoever you are, you sure know what you're doing," he told her.
She unzipped his zipper, and removed his hard prick. She squeezed it, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to excite him. "I wish all the girls at the club were like you," he told her. "I've been a member here for half a year now, and you're the best I've had yet." She fondled his cock, lovingly, and stroked it up and down with her hand, pulling the flesh at the top quickly back and forth. "I've had every mermaid here, except these new girls like you that've just started, and I'll have all of you too, soon enough. I like girls. One woman has never been enough for me." She squeezed his cock too hard. "Ow! That hurts," he complained. She eased up, and went back to stroking it gently, while tickling his balls with the other hand. "You sure know how to please me," he said, "and I've had quite a few. I come here at least twice every week, sometimes in the evening, but usually during the day. I can get away from work easily enough. I'm a salesman, so my hours are pretty much my own. I even brought a client up here, once. Thought he'd like that better than dinner out. He did, too. And I made the sale."
Marion jerked Charlie's cock off faster. "Have you been here long?" he asked. She didn't answer. "No, I guess you haven't. I'd know you by your touch. You're one of the new girls." She took his cock in her mouth, and began sucking. "You sure know how to suck," he told her. She sucked him faster, running her tongue around the hole in the tip, and around and around the cockhead. "We'll have to get together again, soon. One of these nights, I'll get out of the house, make some excuse to my wife. She doesn't know about this club, of course. There's a number of married guys, here, and most of their wives don't know any more about it than my wife does. If only she were as good as you!!
But, still, it wouldn't be the same. You know, it's always more exciting when it's someone on the outside. Oh, well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Owwww!"
Marion had bitten his cock-hard! Charlie screamed and jumped up, holding his injured prick. "Why did you do that?" he managed to yell between screams of pure pain.
With all the commotion, Bob turned the lights on. Charlie took one look at the woman who had bitten him. "Marion!" She was looking at him with a triumphant grin.
"You know this girl?" Bob asked.
"She's my wife!" spluttered Charlie. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Finding out what the hell you've been up to. And now I see. It took me a while. I couldn't follow you, to find out that way. I had to trace the film back to its origin."
"Film? What are you talking about?" His confusion this time was genuine.
"The movie you were in. How else did you think I found out about this. Your lies were beautiful. Those nights you left for an evening's pleasure, I believed whatever you told me. I never would have caught on, if it weren't for seeing you in that movie."
"What movie?"
"Don't play dumb, motherfucker. The stag movie with you and that long-legged blonde with the long hair and the brunette snatch. It was filmed in that room right down the hall. What kind of idiot do you take me for?"
"I know the room. I know the girl. But what movie? And where did you see it?"
"I saw it one afternoon when we girls got together. We like to have our fun, too, you know. We're not the vestal virgins you men sometimes insist on treating us like. Of course, we just looked at the movie. That's all, if you know what I mean. No men present. And, no, we didn't play with each other, either, before you come up with one of your snotty remarks."
"Marion, believe me, I don't know anything about any movie."
"Sure, fat chance. You think I was born yesterday? I find you here in this-this place, and you never told me, and I believed "
She was getting hysterical now, and, slightly incoherent. "I had to trace the film back to its origin, and believe me that wasn't easy. I traced it back here, and I found you here, with these women. I had to pretend to be one myself!" She broke down crying.
"Hey, lady," one of the other girls said, "don't talk about us that way! Nobody forced your husband or any other man to come here; nobody forced any of them to make it with us. There's nothing wrong with our profession; it's an honest job like any other, and a lot more honest than lots of others I can think of."
Roz was the only one present who knew what movies they were talking about. Now she knew where another one of the one-way mirrors was. But poor Charlie had been caught without realizing it, and poor Marion.
Poor Marion, she was absolutely out of her mind with rage. She tore off her uniform, leaving herself naked, and said, "That's what I think of your lousy fucking club." She stamped on the uniform and ran from the room. By the time anyone had his wits about him and thought to look for her, she was gone, and so were her clothes from the locker room.
Marion went on a one-girl rampage. She went to the authorities, she went to the community, "Do you want this place in your neighborhood?" She had collected the names of all the members, when, one morning, she was able to get into the front office with no-one else around. She called all of their homes in the daytime, in hopes of finding which ones were married and speaking to their wives. A few wives actually knew about the club and approved. A couple didn't believe her, at all, thinking it was some sort of a crank call. The rest got up in arms. And some of these joined her in the fight.
In no time the club was closed. It was too much pressure from too many sides: the authorities, the neighbors, the wives of members. All started by a lousy woman. "Hell hath no fury like ... right?" said Bob, ruefully shaking his head.
"Like a woman scorned, according to the old saying," answered Larry.
"Like any woman, if you ask me," Joe said.
"Well, what do we do now?" asked Ted.
"I guess I go back into private practice," said Joe. "Being the club doctor may not have paid as well, but, dammit, it's been much more interesting."
"I'd like to set up another club, somewhere," said Ted. "As a charter member, I hate the damn thing to fall down." He sat there and shook his head. "What about you, Larry, Bob?" asked Joe.
"What about opening one of those model agencies?" Roz asked him. "You know, one of the ones that supplies girls for figure painting, for nude modeling, and for somewhat more questionable functions? That's not too far afield from this, is it? You'd be working with girls, have the pick of the bunch for yourself, and be back in your element, in a way, hmm?"
"That's not a bad idea. How'd you like to come into the business with me? You could be my right-hand man, or girl. You could have the pick of the assignments for yourself, and send the other girls out on the rest. I'll pay you well. How about it?"
"It's a deal," said Roz.
"Just one thing," Larry added. "Let's not tell the others. Not about what I'm planning to do, and not about your going into it with me."
"O.K.," Roz said, nodding her head in assent. "How about dinner tonight?" Larry asked. Roz knew he meant more than just dinner, but why not, after all. She nodded her head. "You'll be around for another hour or so?" She nodded her head again. "I'll pick you up by the front door of the main office in an hour-and-a-quarter."
Roz went inside. Bob was sitting there, alone, looking pretty upset and forlorn. "I'm sorry," she said, really meaning it. "And what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. You?"
"I don't know either," she lied.
"Whatever I get into," Bob told her, "It'll be about as far away from this as can be. I've had it. I've lost my taste for any business even remotely resembling this, and for five different girls a day. I'll get into some nice, straight, legit business, something real square, and I'll get myself one girlfriend, or better yet, one mistress. Say, how'd you like to be my mistress? I'll set you up in a nice little pad, a one-bedroom deal with all the nice furnishings. Whatever evenings I want to see you, you'll see me. The rest of the time is strictly your own to do with as you please. I don't even have to ask you for a sample, to see if you're good enough," he laughed at what was now a very un-funny joke. "I already know you're good enough."
"How do you know you can afford to keep me, when you don't even know what you'll be doing?" Roz asked.
"Well, my brother's been asking me for the longest time to go into business with him. He's got .his own private detective agency. He makes a good dollar, and a fair share of it's mine any time I want to join up. Maybe I'll finally take him up on it, with you on the side for relaxation. It's a different sort of life than what I've been living. Maybe it's time."
"It's a deal," said Roz.
"Since I can't set you up in your pad till-well, at least tomorrow-how about a little free sample now?" asked Bob.
"Sure," Roz answered. "How do you want it?"
"Just a plain ordinary old-fashioned fuck," he: answered, drawing off her panties. "It's odd to see you in street clothes, instead of your uniform." He removed his clothes, slowly, still not into the spirit of things, still depressed by the turn of events that ended with the club being forced to close. But he felt better when he slipped his half-stiff rod into Roz's cunt, and felt his prick stiffen. He hadn't realized how long it had been-four days, which for him was an eternity not to have been laid. He shoved it hungrily into her cunt, and her cunt, just as hungrily, swallowed it, greedily grabbing at his stiff rod, closing around it. She did something with her muscles, and he felt her box close around his tool and relax, grab and let go, grab and let go. His tensions melted away, replaced only by the tensions of his loins, his thighs, as they drew tight in lust. He rammed his hard rod home, pounding into her again and again.
Roz's love juices flowed freely, lubricating her twat. Bob's tool slipped in and out freely, despite the fact that it was swollen beyond its normal size, owing to the fact that he was so unbearably horny. He hadn't realized just how hard up he was, till he got inside her. Now he felt the urgency of coming, he had to, he couldn't last much longer. "Hurry up, I can't wait much more," he told Roz.
She, by way of an answer, took his left hand and put it under her, with his finger at her asshole, and his right hand on her breast. She shoved his finger up her ass, played with her breast, tweaked the nipple. She put her hand on his ass, forcing it down harder and harder on her, faster and faster, as the need was burning in her, too, and she had to satisfy it, and fast. With a loud scream, she came, and his juices burst from his weapon at the same minute, as he shoved his finger deeply up her asshole and squeezed her breast till it hurt. The waves were still washing over her, and she wanted more. He gave it to her, fucking her dog-fashion, hard, while she leaned over a chair and he stood behind her. That position enabled him to grab her breasts, which she seemed to like. He fondled them and squeezed them, played with the nipples and massaged the breasts. He reached around front with his other hand, and stroked her clit. She came almost instantly, and he came right after.
"You really were hot, weren't you?" he asked.
"Look who's talking," she answered.
Just as they had gotten their clothes back on, Larry walked back into the room, looking a bit surprised to find Roz there. "Well, he said philosophically, so we all go on to bigger and better things. Well, I think I'm walking out ahead of the game, with something nobody else has." He looked meaningfully at Roz.
"I'm coming out the better for it, too," said Bob, and also with something I didn't have before." He winked at Roz.
"I'm coming out a winner, myself," she said, barely suppressing a grin.
"Let's celebrate," said Larry, and started removing Roz's clothes. She didn't protest. When he saw how wet her cunt was, he said, "Hey, you've been celebrating already."
"Why not?" she answered.
"Well, I won't take sloppy seconds. Eat me."
"What about me?" asked Bob.
"Haven't you had enough?" asked Larry. "Never," answered Bob, and began fucking Roz in the ass, with a finger on her clit.
Roz took her mouth away from Larry's cock long enough to say, "What a way to celebrate!"
And Larry, who felt his come welling up inside him ready to burst into Roz's mouth, said, "Why not? It's a better drink than champagne!"
"Then here's to each of our good fortunes, and futures," said Bob, as he thrust his cock hard into Roz's asshole. Roz just smiled. She thought she had the best deal of the lot, but if they each thought they did, well let them. They would enjoy what they would be doing; that was the important thing. They were enjoying it right now. Roz swallowed the mouthful of Larry's come that burst into her mouth, and tightened her ass sphincters as she felt Bob shoot into that orifice. Then the three of them sank back, contentedly, each locking forward to the future.
