Fran Furnivall

Shack-Ups!

All Night Room Service… Prologue

Lisa Williams, 32 year old former Las Vegas showgirl, her long, muscular body glistening with oil, lay naked under the fierce blanket of the Nevada sun at 11:30 on Tuesday morning, her left hand tracing lazy circles in the sparkling water of her swimming pool.

The desert heat enveloped her deeply tanned physique in a sensuous grip sending horny thoughts clattering like a steam engine at full throttle through the tunnel of her almost one track mind. "I haven't been fucked in three days," she thought with a half smile, concentrating now on that fuck three days gone.

It annoyed her only a fraction that she couldn't recall his name but then she was never very good with names, "But I can remember his prick," she asserted as a rivulet of sweat coursed from her upper Mp down the side of her wide face and into the cavity of her ear.

He had sucked her pussy for the longest time and she liked that a lot. She was so turned on that by the time he was ready to stick his banger into her she hallucinated clouds of steam rising from her cunt. He was just the right size. When his cock slid into her steaming crack it couldn't help but belch a long and very wet sigh.

He fucked her for what seemed like an hour before he slid his cock out of her sopping hole and turned her with a firm hand over onto her stomach and then pulled her back so that she was on all fours with her perfectly round and gorgeous ass staring him right in the face.

"Now he's getting serious," she remembered thinking to herself as his tongue slid up into her waiting asshole and his mouth sucked greedily on what she considered the jewel of her sexuality. She was quite proud of the fact that around Las Vegas and Reno they used to say that Lisa Williams was all asshole. "You could drive a locomotive up there," someone had once said to her. She never forgot that one.

She heard him gasp in amazement when her cornhole finally opened up to its full size after only thirty seconds of sucking. "Come on baby," she whimpered feebly, "please shove it up there, don't waste any time, please," she begged. He didn't need much coaxing.

He had about four solid inches of his cock up her when he suddenly felt the muscles in her ass hole close down on him with a burning, tight grip. A second later Lisa released her hold on him, her asshole shooting wide open again and then in a single,

clean, long, backward stroke she slid all the way down on his pounding and delighted prick.

He let out a long, high "Ooooh" as she fucked him with her asshole-her hard buttocks rotating in frenzied clockwise and counter clockwise arcs. She got a big thrill looking over her shoulder at his face all scrunched up with pleasure as she pumped away at his fat seven inches.

She wanted his cock to explode in her mouth so she could taste his come, roll it around on her tongue and savor it before swallowing it with a lusty smack of her lips but her asshole had a mind of its own. She felt him explode inside her and as his cock oozed its creamy goo, her athletic, well rummaged rectum kept squeezing back and forth and up and down until he was completely dry and flopped backwards onto the bed-totally fucked out.

"That's what I could use right now," her mind murmured, "a nice hot prick up my ass." Instead she rolled over onto her stomach so that the sun could complete its job of endowing Lisa Williams with a perfectly symmetrical tan. She tried to make her mind think of something else besides sex because it was too early in the day to have to go back inside the house and jerk herself off.

From what seemed like miles away she thought she heard someone calling her name. Groggily she raised her head and squinted through the glaring, jewel like reflection of the pool, through the curtain of sweat that clung to her eyelids. "Lisa!" The voice cut through the shimmering waves of heat, "Are you there?"

Gradually her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see the figure of a woman, petite and brunette, moving towards her. She reached for a towel to cover herself but before her hand could find it the woman was standing three feet from where she lay in all her suntan oiled beauty.

"T-T-Toni? Toni Corbin?!?" Lisa heard herself stammering in disbelief. "It's a dream!" she screamed, rising. "I don't fucking believe it!!!" The two women moved to embrace each other. "Wait!. I'm covered in suntan oil," Lisa remembered, taking two steps back. "Oh fuck that!" Toni said and moved in close and hugged Lisa hard.

"Christ, Lisa," she said "you look fantastic. You haven't changed one bit except to get better looking." Toni's eyes swept across the exquisite terrain of Lisa Williams' body, her head moving from side to side incredulously. You half expected those 40-C tits of Lisa's to drop down to her waist when she stood up but there she was in all her Amazonian splendor and they were sticking right out there-proud and true.

"Likewise," Lisa returned the compliment. "Swimming, jogging, and a lot of situps on the slant board is the answer," she filled Toni in pointing with her thumb over her shoulder at an assortment of light barbells, dumbells and a red vinyl abdominal board nestled cozily into a corner of the pool area.

"Tennis is my secret," Toni said as she peeled off her clothes and moved towards the diving board.

"I can see," Lisa said taking in Toni Corbin's lean and wiry body. "I don't imagine I have to put on a suit?" Toni asked.

"Fuck no!" Lisa exclaimed. "No one comes back here. I get buzzed when I'm needed."

Lisa Williams was the proprietor of the Silver Cactus Motel situated off the main highway five miles from Reno, Nevada. She had taken the property over from an ailing and elderly widow four years ago and turned a downhill, dumpy motel into a thriving business. With half her savings from her dancing days in Vegas and Reno and the other half on a short term loan from the bank she had performed what some people called a miracle.

The Silver Cactus Motel was nothing fancy but it was clean and comfortable and the air conditioning in every room worked along with the color television and you could always get a bucket of ice no matter what hour of the day or night you rang the desk. Just as long as the guests didn't chop up the rooms and throw the furniture into the swimming pool, an Olympic size swimming pool at that, they were never bothered. No questions were ever asked.

The first year Lisa had taken over one of the guest rooms for her own quarters but soon business was good enough that she was able to build her own house with a swimming pool. Conveniently located 200 yards behind the motel and walled off by an imaginative, manicured maze of desert vegetation it offered the ultimate in privacy. From the pool area you could see nothing but assorted cacti and behind that the sweeping majesty of the Nevada desert bordered by the heroic, snowcapped Mount Driscoll. If you liked that kind of a life this was the quintessence of it. Lisa's ranch style, sprawling house was drenched with light and brilliantly hued furniture, spacious and uncluttered, it had the tendency of putting you at peace with yourself the minute you stepped in the front door.

The gadget filled kitchen and breakfast room with its wall to wall glass doors faced directly out onto the pool and the sunken living room with its thick, lavender carpeting was faced by an enormous stone fireplace that acted as the focal point of the house when the night seeped in and closed you off from the rest of the world. The house had been decorated entirely by Lisa and matched her big busted, blonde personality to perfection. The vibes it gave off were warm and loving.

Toni and Lisa had been dancers together in Las Vegas and Reno and both had survived those respective jungles with flying colors. It was five years since they had seen each other and over lunch they had a lot of memories to catch up on. Again

and again they kept telling one another how great they looked as if they had half expected those five years of bringing forth a change for the worse. Toni Corbin informed Lisa that she was living in San Francisco and was herself the owner of a prosperous but small travel agency.

"How did you know where to find me?" Lisa asked across the remains of lunch. "Oh I ran into Bobby Lawrence two weeks ago and he said he had just spent a week out here with you and well, then I just decided it was time to take my vacation and at first I thought, "Oh I'll give her a buzz and tell her I'm coming, but then I figured what the hell. I know how much you dig surprises and well here I am."

"It's a bit spooky when you think that we haven't seen each other for five years. It seems so long ago, those Vegas and Reno days-almost a whole lifetime ago. Somehow it's not fair that it all goes by so fast. Do you remember the first time we met?" Toni asked with a sly grin.

"How could I ever forget that meeting you naughty little girl," Lisa said playfully taking a swipe at Toni's arm.

"Me naughty?!!" she screamed moving back in her chair rocking with laughter.

Toni was with her date of that evening and after taking in a show and supper at one of the lounges he had brought her back to his apartment. The first thing that greeted their eyes as they walked in the door was her date's roommate with his cock in Lisa's mouth.

They were both so into it that they barely acknowledged the interruption. "Do it baby!" Toni had cheered in her perky, pom-pom voice as she watched this mass of blonde hair sucking that guy off.

Toni couldn't get a very good look at Lisa's face with all that hair around it as it moved back and forth along the length of the guy's swollen prick but she had no trouble clocking her body and she had nodded her approval to no one in particular. She had never seen a girl with such perfectly large, well proportioned breasts as this one. "Who needs a face with a body like that," she told herself.

Lisa remembered the way he had shoved her down roughly onto the edge of the couch and jammed his hot prick into her wide, accommodating mouth. She tried telling him to take it easy but it was no use.

But then the minute his cock slid into that practiced orifice she stopped caring what a slob he was and started sucking for all she was worth. She could recollect with startling clarity the fat vein that was throbbing in his cock as her cheeks expanded and contracted around him. The sac of his furry balls exuded a slightly stale odor of sweat. This had made her suck all the more enthusiastically. He grabbed her hair at

the nape of the neck and guided her head back and forth on his cock until he climaxed in her mouth. He tasted like asparagus.

After they both had sucked and fucked their dates dry and were getting cleaned up in the bathroom the two girls had got to talking and cracked up with laughter when, they found out they were dancing in the same show at the Golden Horseshoe the following week. Lisa at 21 and Toni at 20, both in from the East coast and both in Las Vegas, Nevada for the first time in their first real jobs as chorus line dancers.

The two girls decided that the guys weren't worth the trouble of spending the night with and waited in the tiny kitchen alcove smoking cigarettes until they had passed out. They gathered up their clothes and hightailed it out of there without saying goodnight. They drove around to all of the Casinos and wound up quite drunk but still full of energy at a lounge at eight o'clock the following morning and knocked down a breakfast of bloody marys and Eggs Benedict after which they rented a couple of horses and rode through the hills until late that afternoon.

You might say they struck it off famously.

"Their cocks were OK but they sure were a couple of real schmucks. I wonder what ever happened to them," Toni finalized.

"They're probably wondering the same thing," Lisa added.

Lisa and Toni became roommates that week. They rented a cozy two bedroom apartment ten minutes from the Strip and settled into the Las Vegas life. A month later they became lovers in the flesh while maintaining an equally energetic outside sex life, AC and DC. The sky in those days was the limit.

Right at the outset both girls had made a pact to save all the money they could outside of their basic living expenses. They knew only too well that the life span of a Vegas dancer a short one.

They kept to this agreement and in the end reaped the benefits as evidenced by their current independent status in life. Among the girls of Vegas these two were a rarity.

Lisa's great beauty naturally attracted a string of lovers, most of them exceedingly well heeled, who could never do enough in their attempts to dazzle her with financial testimony to their great affection for her. She took all these attentions with a smile and perhaps more than a grain of salt so that by the end of her first year in the desert her bank account was bloated out of all proportion to her talents as a dancer.

Among the more illustrious of these suitors was Arietta-a famous, international cabaret torch singer and one of the world's great beauties. They had a torrid, two month affair that became the talk of Vegas and resulted in elevating Lisa's reputation and desirability among her peers as well as enhancing her pocket book.

Arietta asked nothing more of Lisa than to be allowed to suck her cunt; and when that nightly two hour exercise was consummated, to be seen around town with her. What had Arietta so flipped out was that Lisa possessed a unique clitoris. It was the biggest, pinkest and thickest clit that she had ever seen or ever sucked. This coupled with Lisa's other physical endowments had Arietta so enamored with her that when her Las Vegas engagement was over she begged Lisa to come back to Europe with her forever. Lisa declined.

Toni Corbin was doing all right too. Thought not as gaudily beautiful as Lisa she certainly had no trouble in making people look twice and then three times at her. Toni seemed to attract those middle aged, wealthy high rollers from Texas. "They're really not my type at all Lisa," she told her roommate one night.

"What the fuck do you care baby," Lisa told her with a shrug of her satin smooth shoulders and an expression that betrayed a cynical almost weary attitude towards life. "If these guys are so hot to be seen with you and slip you half their winnings at the dice tables for the pleasure of your company and a little head what's the big deal. After all everyone in this town's a whore one way or another and we've got to look at it as simply putting in our time."

"I guess you're right but I don't really get off with these guys."

"So you don't get off with them, big deal, just go along with them. You're getting off every time they slip you a C note don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well there you go. If it's sex your after I don't see the problem. When you get horny just go out and find something that you like. I mean there's hardly a shortage of cock or cunt around this town."

After this discussion Toni digested the content of Lisa's philosophy towards life and Las Vegas and decided she too would adopt it as her credo and never look back. From then on life became a lot easier for her and as she admitted, a lot more fun. From time to time Lisa would have to act as the den mother-earth-mother-and-purveyor-of-knowledge-supreme but this role she always welcomed and Toni never resented.

If it was said of Lisa that she was all asshole then it must in all fairness be noted that Toni was all mouth. "I've never sucked a cock that I couldn't make come," she told Lisa one morning in bed.

"Or a cunt for that matter," Lisa said with a grin, sipping on her orange juice and nibbling at a square of Melba toast. All of those loud, pot bellied millionaires or

almost millionaires that Toni couldn't quite "get off with" never had any complaints about Toni's oral capabilities.

Like that dude from Amarillo in for the convention "and a little ole black jack and a little ole lovin'" as he had chortled through his Bourbon thickened tongue at Toni as they stood under the red wash of the Casino lights. He was all talk, but when it came time to put up and shut up once he had dropped his custom made Western pants down around his hand tooled, high heeled cowboy boots he was suddenly singing another story.

"You see honey," he drawled suddenly becoming very sober and very timid, "I've got this, well I guess you could call it a problem. What I mean to say is that I'm normal-now I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea, it's just that I haven't been able to get the ole Peter wagging like it used to. And for the life of me I jes' don't know what it is," he sighed letting it all out with a heave of his beefy shoulders and an alcoholic burp.

Toni listened to all of this down on her knees, naked except for her underpants, between his legs staring at his flaccid cock and hairy thigh. "Mr. that doesn't sound like a problem to me," she said when he had finished his confession, "just what you might call a momentary lapse."

He liked the sound of her words and scratched his head and said, "You think so?"

Toni reached up and popped the snaps of his neon, turquoise shirt and started kneading his corpulent, white belly with her right hand and all she said to that was "Lie back and relax," while her mouth started to knead his limp, uncircumcised cock.

She rolled it around in her mouth like so much worthless jelly, spurred on by the challenge of his self avowed impotence. The only sound in the room was the hum of the air conditioning and her oral antics as she sucked and slurped away between the cavern of his thighs. And then exactly sixteen and half minutes from the moment she started to suck his cock, for she slyly gazed up at her wristwatch to see how long it would take, she felt the first rush of blood surging through his organ, the first ballooning of his manhood.

This historical moment was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath from the man from Amarillo as he felt the warmth spread from the base of his sagging balls up through his cock. Toni had succeeded in lighting his wick. To get it up all the way and to make him shoot his wad was the next step. As she felt him come to life her own cunt began to tingle and her mouth salivated more from the idea of what she was accomplishing than from the actual cock sucking.

He started to grow inside her mouth now faster and bigger than she had expected. He grew longer and thicker and hotter and harder she noted, with her every flick of her tongue, with every nibble and swirl of her bobbing head. He started bouncing up

and down on the gold flecked couch now like a bull coming out of heavy sedation. Before Toni knew it, his prick had swelled her exceedingly elastic and prolific mouth to bursting. The tip of his cock was tickling the back of her throat and threatening to choke off her air supply but she didn't want to take the chance of letting up just yet even though she was sure she had him on the brink of coming.

He leaned forward and grabbed her around the ears and slid her head back and forth along his purplish cock, huffing and wheezing his approval of the job she was doing. Toni reached up and latched onto his wrists and broke his grip at the same time moving her mouth back down his prick until only the knob of it was lodged securely between her front teeth, delicately but authoritatively. She didn't like it like that; she never enjoyed having her mouth used like a cunt. When she sucked someone off she was the one who called the shots.

She let go and leaned back and straightened herself up, her rose tipped nipples hard and glistening above the slender, tapering torso she had chiseled out from what seemed like a lifetime of grueling dance rehearsals. "See now," she said between her wet, drooling lips, "I told you it was only a momentary lapse." He looked at her, his eyes mere slits of lust, his thick, throbbing cock in her hand. Teasingly she slid her hand around the blood gorged shaft.

"Darlin'," he croaked through his excitement, "I think ole daddy's about ready to blow his haystack." Toni squeezed hard on the knob of his cock in an attempt to push the rising swell of his sperm back into his balls.

"Cool off there cowboy, there's no rush. I'm just beginning to enjoy this whole thing," Toni told him with a wanton smile. He grinned back at her and she noted that he had missed her not-so-subtle put down completely. It was more than true she reasoned what they said about a stiff dick having no brains and no conscience. What she failed to realize at that moment as she sat there jerking this guy off in a slow burn was that the same was applicable to her cunt and in this instance her own mouth.

"There's nothing wrong with you that I can see," she flattered him in the next breath.

He flopped back onto the couch and eyeballed her and slurred, "I guess it's jes' the company I bin keepin'."

"That's the way it would appear to be," she said and then decided to get this whole thing over with. She was getting horny for the taste of come and wanted him badly now.

Toni's neat little head moved forward and downward and her mouth snapped open. She turned sideways so as to get a good lick on his cock before she made his dam break. As her lips pressed down on his hard, fleshy pud, nibbling back and forth along him, her tongue was working in wet circles on the underside of his cock. Her

left hand was drifting back and forth across his wrinkled, fuzzy balls just about sending him into a full scale convulsion.

As her mouth moved towards the tip of his cock she rose from her squatting position and shifted from her sideways gobble to a full up and down blow job though she was sucking like a viper not only just blowing. She caught the first trickle of his orgasm somewhere on the back of her tongue and without using her hands to bring it off she made him come in quarts. At least that's what it felt like to her.

Unlike some, Toni loved the taste of sperm and loved swallowing a large load. Well she got what she wanted. She thought for a moment that he would have a heart attack as he gushed out one thick dollop of come after another. It was hard keeping up with his spewing orgasm but she did it. He stayed hard inside her mouth for the longest time after that but Toni didn't really mind. She didn't mind either when he slipped her a one hundred dollar bill wrapped in another one hundred dollar bill when

he left.

"Umm that feels great," Lisa Williams purred after lunch back at the pool as Toni Corbin spread a fresh coat of suntan oil across her bronzed back with strong and loving fingers.

"It's great being able to lie around here like this without any clothes on Lisa."

"Well you didn't think a nudist like me would live somewhere that you couldn't just take it all off and forget about it did you?"

"No, not really."

"I figure I've worked hard enough and long enough to treat myself to this much which isn't asking a helluva lot is it?"

"Not really," Toni said again as her hand moved a jet of oil into the small of Lisa's back and worked it into the flesh. Lisa's buttocks swelled provocatively in the palm of Toni's hand as she continued to massage her with the tips of her fingers. Lisa could feel her hand lingering in slow circles on her ass and her crotch became warm and fluttery. Toni spread her buttocks apart with one hand and with the other squirted a thick stream of the liquid Cocoa Butter into the crack of Lisa's ass.

It trickled deliciously down into her pubic patch and settled in a dark triangle on the yellow bathing towel. "You're going crazy with that stuff baby," Lisa said directing her words somewhere over her right shoulder.

"What's the matter, you running out of suntan oil?" Toni asked deadpan as her index finger began gently prodding Lisa's asshole causing her to squirm back and forth for a moment under the insinuating pressure of Toni's question.

"Hardly," Lisa gasped, her cunt, her stomach and her mind suddenly turning to putty as Toni's finger drilled its way up inside her ass.

"You still like getting porked up there Lisa?" Toni leaned down to where Lisa's right ear showed through the thick, thatch of her blonde hair.

"Some things never change baby, do they?" Her question didn't need an answer as Toni watched her friend getting rapidly turned on by this rectal probe.

"I'd stick my tongue up there but the taste of this Cocoa Butter turns my stomach."

"I understand," said Lisa suddenly jacking her rear end up taking Toni's hand with it.

The muscles in her asshole began nibbling at Toni's finger drawing it deeper into her crevice, almost willing it into the pit of her stomach. Her long hair spilled in a stream over her face and into the corners of her mouth as Toni's fingers responded to her supplicating muscular maneuvers, A few hours ago she had been lying in the very same position day dreaming about a hot prick sliding into her and now here she was with Toni Corbin's greased index finger doing a job and a half on her.

It felt even better when she started to work a second finger up there and wiggled it back and forth in a circle. Lisa slid her left arm behind her and found that her thick, protruding clitoris was oozing more than suntan oil. She began working herself over as Toni carried on ramming her bung hole. It felt like she was trying to shove her entire hand up there and that in fact would have suited Lisa just fine.

Lisa's anal cravings knew no limits, just as Toni's oral hunger knew no bounds. If a stiff cock wasn't readily available then a strong vibrator would do just fine, or a finger or for that matter anything that she could shove up there that reminded her she was alive and coming.

As a teenager Lisa would spend hours in bed fucking herself up the ass with anything that she could get her hands on. Her cunt was secondary. She often used a Vaselined candlestick that her parents had in the living room. She didn't think anything was wrong with this self abuse that others might have frowned on but of course she didn't go around advertising it. She liked what she liked and that was

that.

Once she discovered a vibrator though, the candlesticks passed out of favor and were relinquished once and for all to their rightful place in the Williams' household. Lisa practiced and carried on this inverted sexual existence up until the time she was nineteen. When she finally found a boyfriend that she felt comfortable with she confessed to him what she had been doing with herself all these years. He told her she was completely normal and needless to say was more than compliant when it came to giving her what she wanted in this area. After that, Lisa had to admit, life only got better.

At the same time in life that Lisa Williams started getting fucked up the ass by members of the opposite sex Toni Gorbin started giving out ace blow jobs to all the boys on the block. She was popular beyond her wildest imagination once her reputation as an oralist spread. And it was at that early stage in life that she realized she could have anything she wanted just by going down on someone. It was that easy.

Toni continued fingering Lisa in an increasingly savage manner, until heavy beads of sweat broke through the layer of suntan oil signaling an approaching orgasm. It was a sight beyond belief. Lisa had turned her sweating body completely around by now and her mouth had found its way to Toni's cunt, who had not for a moment left off finger fucking her friend.

They slid into and around each other in a greased and horny tangle of arms and legs and devouring mouths. For someone who only minutes ago had confessed a marked dislike for the taste of Cocoa Butter Toni had abandoned that sentiment totally and was sucking at Lisa's thick, ultra sensitive clitoris with a marked passion as her fingers continued to split her rear in an oil slicked rampage.

Toni ground her crotch down onto Lisa's mouth and just before her insides exploded she wrapped her taut and slippery thighs around her matted head and squeezed until Lisa thought she was on the verge of suffocation. As Toni oozed a stream of come over Lisa's face she heard her grunt like some indecent pig and knew that her blonde counterpart had reached her moment of ecstasy right there by the lip of the swimming pool under the scorching Nevada sky.

Lisa's walnut brown skin covered her five foot ten and a half inch frame like a master painters' best worked brushstroke. She never allowed any surplus poundage to gather and spoil this perfect portrait she maintained of herself with the least conceit possible but then as she surveyed her own tawny and tousled beauty in the mirror she had to confess that she was, in all truth, terribly vain. "And why shouldn't you be?" Toni queried after they had dragged their oiled and exhausted bodies from the pool into the shower and out into the living room just as the sky was turning purple above them.

"I'm quite proud of the way I turned out," Toni said lifting her equally well wrought body onto the balls of her feet and executing a well practiced half turn that subsided into a sigh of satisfaction that smacked of self acclaim. "So we're totally self absorbed. So big fucking deal. Don't forget we also put in our time. We paid a lot of heavy dues. As you know a dancer's life is a painful life to say the least, but if you don't abuse your body and health, once the trip is over you come out with a good thing. I've got no complaints on that score. Do you?" she asked above the squall of the hand held hair dryer Lisa was passing over her sun bleached mass of hair.

"What's that?" Lisa mouthed.

"Never mind," Toni smiled reaching for a cigarette.

Toni had just turned sixteen when she got her first mouthful back in Baltimore. She didn't have to travel very far to get it either as she shared a bedroom with her eighteen year old brother Alex on the second floor of their parents' home on a quiet tree lined street that until then made up her entire world. She could remember they were talking about the upcoming mid semester prom lying in bed with a towel stretched across the bottom of the door jam so mother and dad wouldn't smell the forbidden smoke of their good night cigarette.

She had just turned to snuff it out in the ashtray hidden under the bed when she caught sight of a huge bulge that extended through the blankets just below Alex's belly button. It was a sight that acted like a magnet upon all her senses. The moonlight streaming in through the window bathed the room in a sexy glow that sent her mouth watering.

It was the first time she had ever seen an erection though she had kept her ears wide open to all the girl talk that seemed to be the sole topic of conversation in the circles she frequented. Alex lay there with his hands behind his head not saying anything and not making the slightest effort to conceal what was on his mind. The thing that went through her mind as she slid out of her bed was that it was quite odd that she had never seen her brother in this state after having shared a room with him all her life.

When she saw him move the bedclothes aside though all those thoughts just vanished from her head in a flash and as she sat down on the edge of his bed the fact that he was her brother didn't stop her from lowering her mouth down onto his sturdy cock that pointed straight towards the ceiling and kiss his throbbing tool. That she was his sister didn't stop him from enjoying what he had been fantasying for a good long while.

She licked his stiffened prick like she have never licked any thing before in her life. She could feel his body tense up as her virgin mouth went to work on him. Neither one of them made a sound as they united in this most unholy and joyous communion. "She's doing it like a pro," Alex thought as Toni stopped licking and suddenly began sucking. Her mouth was greedy but gentle as she inhaled the silken skin of his stone hard erection like some starving castaway.

He spread his legs wide to make room for her as she carefully groped at his balls while dropping her head up and down on him without losing her rhythm for one quarter of a second. Next thing he knew she was nestled comfortably between his legs sucking him off like a long time, well rehearsed lover.

Toni was frantic with the excitement of it all. At any minute her father might decide to stick his head in the door just to see how they were though they were long past the

age when they were in need of a 'lights out' call but that's the way the old man was. Loveable and concerned. But she didn't really care right now as his prick slithered between her expansive cheeks and her movie star perfectly straight little teeth-not one fuck did she care. Alex was quietly moving up and down, his hips moving his cock into her with all of his brotherly love.

She was so hot and turned on by what she had been dreaming about doing for so long now that she knew she had better practice a bit of restraint otherwise. she was likely to bite it off. She had never thought about doing anything like this with Alex but the minute the situation presented itself as it did now there seemed no reason at all to try and hold back. Alex of course, had wanted to be gobbled like this for a long time by his sister and had been waging a battle with himself and was happy to be losing at last.

He was right about her doing it like a pro, but to Toni it just seemed the most natural thing in the world. All that vague sexual patter the girls were always going on with had never succeeded in painting a totally graphic picture of what it was people did with each other behind closed, doors. But here she was doing it as it should be done.

When it came to prolonging his pleasure, Alex was pretty much of a dud, but then that must be attributed to his inexperience. Toni could feel him getting harder and hotter but what she didn't know was that her brother was three seconds from shooting his load down her throat.

When his balls finally burst upwards sending a huge, thick and gummy stream of sperm cascading through her wet lips and along her tongue she only blinked once before swallowing hard-just like a pro.

After that night the Gorbin's ritualistic bed time cigarette was joined by a bedtime blow job that neither one of them could fall asleep without. Of course following her oral initiation Toni became quite insatiable in her demands. Her lust for the taste of cock and come dominated everything else in her once sedate and structured life. She began blowing everything that moved and word soon got around that Toni Corbin would suck off a snake if someone would hold it. Alex was getting the best o? his sister's experience and never objected when she nightly pushed back the sheets and sucked his quivering member into her mouth in such a way that he was spoiled forever.

"Hey you!" Lisa shouted at Toni, "What's going through that noodle of yours? You look like you're on cloud nine. How about some conversation."

Toni shook her head and snapped out of her mental movieola and looked at her friend through a slightly gauzy mist. "Oh just daydreaming. You know me. Say those are some hot little hot pants."

Lisa had slithered her ass into a minute and very obscene pair of maroon shorts that had slits running up the sides that you noticed after you saw the way the crack of her cunt and the slit of her buttocks seemed to be straining against the shining, thin material. "Can you breath in those things?" Toni wanted to know with genuine bewilderment.

"Breathe yes, fart no." Lisa informed her looking for the T-shirt she had just pulled from the stack of fresh laundry. "There it is," she said as her head momentarily disappeared into a yellow and equally clinging little affair that ended just above the circle of her navel.

The rain broke meekly at first, coming in quiet little drops, sneaking up on the approaching evening before erupting into a full scale downpour. Lightning followed on its heels in cartoon like jagged streaks across the sky illuminating the endless, rolling prairie. Lisa moved to the back porch. window and said, "Christ it's really coming down out there," her breath clouding the glass as the rain picked up momentum and tumbled in thick sheets across the surface of the swimming pool.

Toni sat neatly and comfortably tucked into a corner of the plush love seat in a loose fitting cotton robe flipping through a magazine on Nevada real estate. A silence descended on the room broken only by the sound of the rain. Lisa arched her back in a lazy, feline stretch that sent the muscles in her silken thighs rippling causing the cheeks of her ass to contract into an oval under the tight sheath of her shorts.

"Still like doing a little Cocaine?" Lisa asked, her eyebrows like two matching question marks perched above the cool, blue pools of her eyes. In her right hand she waved a silver container and in her left she held a tiny matching silver spoon.

"I sure do," Toni said, her face coming up from the magazine, her button-like nose wrinkling in time to the lilt of her reply. Lisa opened the lid of the container to reveal a good three quarters of an ounce of what appeared to be some fine looking crystals.

"The best," Lisa confirmed as Toni's nose inhaled heartily on the first offering followed by a hit of the second.

"Wow!" Toni exhaled, her eyes jacking up and instantly watering.

Lisa took two mighty blasts and laid the silver box and spoon carefully down on the coffee table and then sunk into the opposite corner of the love seat, one long, glamorous leg hiked up on the cushion, the other sprawling limb at a drunken angle to the floor. A thin sliver of blonde pubic hair peeked out from under the edge of her shorts and Toni seeing it extended her foot and tweaked at it with her toes. They both giggled and an involuntary shudder shot through Lisa's body as Toni's cool foot continued to trace an aimless course around the perimeter of her crotch.

Lisa slumped deeper into the recess of the love seat and stared at Toni at the same time pushing herself against the pressure of Toni's meandering foot. Toni was feeling for the crack between Lisa's leg and when she found it with Lisa's guidance she nuzzled gently but firmly into the warm patch she knew and loved so well. The rain continued its chorus outside, assaulting the windows like so many fingers nervously tap tapping away, dancing across the low slung roof of the house with no hint of letting up.

"Hey I've got this new dildo that you wouldn't believe," Lisa said with a glint in her eyes that was part Cocaine and part horniness.

"Oh yeah?" "You interested?"

"Drag it out and lets have a look," Toni said pulling her foot into partial retreat and at the same time allowing her robe to spill open so Lisa could see the contours of her reddened torso.

"You got some color today you know that?" Lisa remarked lifting herself off the love seat and moving towards the bedroom. "Don't move. I'll be right back."

Toni brushed her left hand not very modestly across her dark and neatly trimmed triangle and then brought it up to her nose and sniffed hard, "Smells good," she thought to herself as she heard Lisa emerging from the bedroom whistling lightly under her breath.

"Here it is!" Lisa beamed holding the artificial penis high above her head like an Oscar acquired at the Academy Awards.

"Well bring it over here so I can see it!" Toni chirped, her eyes focusing on the dildo Lisa kept waving up and down. She sat up to get a good look.

"Hey that is something else," Toni said with enthusiasm, her eyes taking it all in, her mouth dropping open in admiration. Lisa handed it to her and she took it in both hands and examined it carefully.

"This thing's a work of art Lisa."

"I told you."

It was open to debate whether this was art imitating life or vice versa. The dildo Toni held awestruck in her hands like a rare and fragile Ming dynasty vase was a perfectly rendered version of the real thing. The baby pink coloration on the surface was backed with an underlying, secondary purple tinged hue as if were actually gorged with blood through arousal. This effect was most uncanny. The texture was equally disarming. Satin smooth and warm to the touch it actually gave the impression of throbbing with a life of its own.

It measured seven inches in length and three inches in width. Every simulated vein and striation was finely wrought. It curved slightly towards the tip and as Toni gently squeezed it she was amazed at its supple give. Not too hard and not too soft. In its hollowed interior was a sac that could be removed and filled with whatever struck your fancy and taste. "You can fill it with warm milk which is what I like to do," Lisa said pointing to the rubber bulb at the end of a long chord. "And then all you have to do to make it come is give it a squeeze and out it shoots." The slit at the tip of this erotic marvel was the size of a healthy garden pea which allowed for a solid and uninterrupted flow at the desired moment of ejaculation.

Lisa proceeded to attach the straps that held it in place; two around the waist and one under the crotch. "Perfect fit huh?" Lisa queried as Toni looked on in amazement as she suddenly acquired a new dimension to her otherwise extraordinary physique.

"Too fucking much!" Toni whistled as Lisa paraded around in her hermaphroditic glory. "Uh don't you think you should take your pants off before you go flying into space sweetie?"

"Give a girl a break, I just arrived!" Lisa said, low and husky with eyes hooded in mock passion.

"Where did you get that thing anyway?"

"Comes from Germany, if you'll pardon the expression. I got it at a shop in Reno that specializes in this stuff. You should see some of their other items. Whew! By the way baby, this is a virgin cock."

"Well I'm glad to hear it! Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to heat up some milk so we can try it out?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Lisa crooned, unstrapping her cock and motioning Toni towards the kitchen.

Lisa's luscious ass ground seductively against the clinging maroon of her shorts as she moved about the spacious kitchen. Watching her Toni felt her crotch suddenly go soft and warm as was her habit in moments like this. After all those years apart and all that time spent together the magic of Lisa's presence still aroused an almost unbearable lust in Toni that she didn't quite understand.

"Hey that sunburn isn't painful is it?" Lisa asked as she sloshed some milk into a sauce pan and lit the gas range.

"Umm no," Toni said nodding her head in slow motion and pulling back her robe to examine the sun's effects. "Just feels a bit warm that's all."

"A few more days and those tan lines will be gone and you'll be the same color at both ends." Lisa told her.

"Will you listen to that rain carry on! Christ, it sounds like the Red Sea coming down on us," Toni said tacking her eyes from their inspection tour of her body and pulling her robe close to her. She padded close to the window and squinted out into the night. When she turned around Lisa was standing by the side of the kitchen stove stripped naked and sprouting her Germanic dildo with a two mile wide smile on her face.

The absurdity of the situation revealed itself to both women in that instant and they both cracked-up with laughter until tears poured from their eyes. But before the gales of hysteria had subsided Toni found herself pressed against Lisa's naked body, caressing the artificial cock that was lodge between her legs and kissing Lisa's mouth greedily while her left hand stroked the rose bud of her friend's erected nipple.

They remained locked into this passionate embrace for a good five minutes, lost in the workings of their own growing lust. Lisa's hips began to move up and down as she felt Toni's body melting into hers. She wanted to work the cock between Toni's legs and lift her from the floor. She wanted to feel her newly acquired prick slip into the crack that she knew was warming up for a powerful ramming. Toni could sense the buttery warmth that was stored up in that thing and she almost dropped to her knees as her mouth began to salivate in order to satisfy her oral needs but then it dawned on her that it wasn't really quite the same thing as a flesh and blood cock.

Toni pulled back and looked into Lisa's eyes dewy with passion. Her fingers began working harder across the rise of her nipples and with every tweak she could feel Lisa's breath coming in shorter spurts. She let her hand slip down the curve of Lisa's back and edged into the warm crack of her ass. With that Lisa shook her blonde head and then her entire body in an involuntary shudder just managing to blurt the words, "Let's go into the bedroom," out in a long animal like pant.

On the eleven foot round bed with the velour tiger skin cover, Toni flopped down onto her back, her robe spilling open and her legs spread wide. Looking down she could see the top of Lisa's head, the powerful and arching curve of her back that flowed like honey into the cheeks of her ass. She gasped loudly at first as Lisa's mouth started working over her clitoris, sucking on it and licking it. But then she settled into the rhythm of the moment and thrust her pussy harder into Lisa's face.

Perhaps it was the difference in their physical makeup that always put Lisa in charge of these situations, that made her the aggressor but whatever the motivating force that's the way it invariably wound up-at least in the first act. As Toni's odor seeped through Lisa's nose and into her brain acting like some powerful catalyst, the muscles in her tongue went berserk. She couldn't seem to get enough of her cunt into her mouth. She knew she was doing the right thing when through her own misted senses she heard Toni's moans building into a solid wall of sound that was music to her ears.

Lisa's frosted pink nails moved up the length of Toni's taut, lean thighs in a sensual tease that had her shaking up and down on the firm mattress as if electric shock waves were being sent through her body. "Lisa baby please fuck me now," she purred, her crotch aching with desire, her cunt wet and sloppy with its warm, delicious juice. Lisa needed to be told but once.

As the dildo penetrated her cunt and brushed the walls of her throbbing pussy Toni's eyes blinked open, rigid with wonder. The vision that greeted her made the act all the more pleasurable. Lisa's hair hung in thick strands around her face, spilling onto her shoulders in rich, curling waves just above the great puff of her powerful breasts that jiggled as her hips pounded out a beat into Toni's cunt.

Toni spread her legs out and then pulled them back allowing Lisa full access. The dildo seemed to be generating a warmth that worked itself into every crevice of her body in a way that a real cock just couldn't come close to. As it slapped lightly against the cervix her mouth snarled out a string of obscenities that goaded Lisa's

hips into full swing. "Fuck me with that thing you wicked bitch!" she implored, "Fuck me like you really mean it! Fuck me into the floor!" Lisa was working very hard at doing just what Toni asked for and the pleasure was all hers. Her hips cracked out a chorus of thrusts that had Toni screaming for all she was worth. "Fuck me with your hot prick baby! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

Lisa in answer to these supplications was banging away with every ounce of strength in her well muscled body.

The sweat began to pour from their bodies, at first in a light lather and then in a strong, pungent layer it oozed between them to lubricate their thrashing bodies as the insanity of their desire began climbing the barometer to a crescendo. Toni moved forward, her mouth seeking out Lisa's left breast and closing down on it in a wet, suckling hunger. As she sucked on the nipple harder she felt Lisa moving with increased energy between her legs.

"I'm gonna come any minute now Lisa!" she croaked between mouthfuls, "Dont stop fucking me like that please!" she begged, her cunt ready to

burst, her mind on the verge of eruption, her body split and aching with lust. Lisa didn't let up for an instant while she reached behind her for the rubber bulb that would send the warm stream of milk jetting into Toni's cunt at the moment of orgasm.

As she cupped it lightly in the palm of her hand she knew that Toni was going to come any minute and she was ready.

"I'm coooming right now!!!" Toni howled like a dog at the full moon. Upon the last syllable of the word now, Lisa let loose with the simulated jism lodged in her artificial cock. It squirted into Toni's cunt in three long streams, warmer than anything she had ever felt before in her life. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" she gasped in wonder as the glowing liquid melted into the rush of her own orgasm.

When Toni opened her eyes after what seemed like a long, deep sleep but in actuality had only been a short but intense fifteen minute swoon, Lisa was standing over her with a towel and a warm facecloth. "Hear baby let's get you cleaned up before someone takes you for a cow." Toni stretched deliciously and mopped between her legs at the wet, sloppy mess that was trickling from her cunt.

"Oh, oh that was just delightful Lisa, I mean that really made it, wheww!"

Lisa beamed a big smile down at her and said, "I thought it would be and I'm glad you got off."

Getting off never was one of Toni's problems when you got down to it and even though she and Lisa had made it together too many times to count, this time had been something special as evidenced by this sterling orgasm that had toppled her over the brink of ecstasy. She lay there looking up at her robust, blonde companion and sighed. Her sigh needed no words of accompaniment to say that she was straight.

"Here smoke some of this," Lisa said handing her a perfectly rolled joint. "This is some of the best Colombian grass going in the state of Nevada." Lisa had slipped back into her flimsy T-shirt but remained naked from the navel down. The effect this state of semi-undress produced was even more erotic than Lisa in the buff. As Toni forced the smoke into her lungs and held it there she looked at the soft bedroom lighting that dappled Lisa's long, silken legs and wondered to herself where she was going to summon the strength to strap that incredible dildo on and give Lisa her moment in heaven.

As they passed the joint back and forth between them and the smoke began its organic, decentralizing process Toni figured it wouldn't be all that difficult. She propped herself up with three pillows and as she exhaled she dropped the bundle of the soaked towel and facecloth onto the floor. "Yeah that grass is as good as the Cocaine which is as outasight as the dildo and I don't know which is the best of all three worlds," she rambled out in a stoned stream, her eyes going into thin slits of euphoria.

"Well I guess we'll just have to try all three again before we can arrive at any kind of a conclusion," Lisa said, sprawling out full length on the bed.

"Who do you score all this shit from?" Toni wanted to know taking another hit.

"Oh, I get it from this guy named Steve I've been fucking off and on for a year now. He lives in Reno and he's a photographer full time, you know I mean he's not a dealer, just likes to party. Nice guy too, you'd dig him I think, a Libra at that."

"Hmm-"

"The cops have been busting everyone's balls lately but only because it's election time. They arrested two of the biggest dealers last week. Found over twenty kilos of grass in one guy's apartment. They walked in on him while he was screwing some chick. Real fuckheads those guys. They made the girl suck the guy off while they all stood around and watched. Then they took Polaroid snaps of her doing things with him and then kicked her out."

"They didn't arrest her too?"

"No, 'cause this way they've got her in their pockets and anytime they want some information all they have to do is threaten her with those snapshots and well, you get the picture."

"Yeah I get the picture all right."

"The girl was a dancer too. First time in Reno and that was her first job and of course she was terrified of what would happen if anyone found out that she'd been busted with a dealer. The cops aren't dumb but they sure are a bunch of pricks. And if she said anything who would believe her and for sure no one's going to believe the

dealer." "Pigshit."

"They do all this like it's some big game, which I guess it is to them, and they don't really care about any of it. They have a ball while it's all going on. Anyway so much for the bad news- we're straight," Lisa said letting out a long, bluish cloud of smoke.

"Hey gal, you boiling up some more milk?" Tom asked running her foot across Lisa's back.

"Should I?" "I think so."

Lisa came back into the bedroom with the freshly filled dildo and handed it to Toni who took three very short minutes to strap it on. "Get down on all fours baby," she said without any further ado. Lisa crawled onto the bed and jacked her rump into the

air and spread her arms out before her as Toni's tongue went to work around the perimeter of her asshole and then dipped into her pubic patch wiggling its way into her moist cunt. She felt her thick clitoris being guzzled lovingly between Toni's lips and sighed, long and deep into the mattress. Toni could see Lisa's clit peeking out at her like a tongue, so prominent in its protrusion.

When Toni's finger started to squirm into her ass and her thumb sneaked itself into, her pussy, Lisa felt that the night was only just beginning. She'd enjoyed fucking Toni silly. It had given her a great sense of power and fulfillment. She liked being on top. Whether it was a man or a woman she was screwing that's where she liked to be best. Of course once and awhile it was great to find someone who took hold of the reins and did all the work but that didn't happen very often. But right now it was Toni who was calling all die shots and doing a job and three quarters at that.

Lisa always smelled and tasted like a gourmet's delight Toni thought as her mouth moved energetically through the spread of her crotch. It never seemed to take her that long to get hot either like it did some women. "It must be that oversized clit of hers," Toni reasoned as she sucked it into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. Lisa was gasping for breath as if she had just run the two minute mile. Her ass was moving from side to side like a feather descending on a shaft of warm air. She could feel Toni thrusting her tongue into her cunt as far as it would go and then she heard her own asshole pop open with a whoosh! to its full size like the well trained, well groomed mechanism it was.

Toni's thumb slid up her ass as her tongue exited from her cunt and the warm dildo replaced it with a soft, sashaying roll of her compact but forceful hips. "Oh God!" Lisa gasped as Toni's cock started to bang away in time to the pounding rain. "Oh God!"

She wasn't lying when she told Toni the dildo was a virgin. The only person it had been used on before this was herself and that was just about as close to being a virgin as you could get. It had felt good the few times she had brought herself to a screaming orgasm with it but nothing like this. Toni moved it around inside her nice and easy so she could feel every inch of it doing the job that it was intended for. She tightened her cunt muscles around its width and pulled her hips forward, drawing it deep inside her voracious pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she heaved over and over again with a thin trickle of saliva hanging from the corner of her contorted mouth. Without warning Toni slid her prick from Lisa's cunt and shoved her face between her cheeks and popped her long tongue right up into her open asshole. "Uhh!" Lisa grunted her reply to this maneuver-a somewhat inarticulate expression of her approval. "Just like that baby!" Lisa squirmed as Toni rimmed her with that snaking, hot and wet thing, "Just like that"

As far as Toni was concerned she couldn't get it up far enough. In her frustration she pulled out and substituted the milk filled dildo up to the hilt. Lisa sprawled fiat out onto her stomach as Toni fucked her up the ass in an enravished trance. Nothing felt that good she surmised as her friend continued to screw her to the bed. She could feel her clitoris brushing against the soft velour bedcover. Her size forty tits were being mashed in the most delightful manner underneath her and no matter how hard she tried she just wasn't able to raise herself onto her knees again.

Toni couldn't stop herself at that moment if her life or Lisa's depended on it, and since that wasn't the case there was no reason to even consider the thought. Toni had the stamina of a work horse when it came to sex and being able to give Lisa this much pleasure was something that she wouldn't trade for the world. She reached down and ran her hands roughly through Lisa's hair and pulled her head up off the bed as her hips bucked and fucked away at this blonde Amazon.

She knew that Lisa liked it a little rough at moments like this and there was no reason to hold back. She reached for and found the rubber bulb that would detonate the flow of milk into Lisa's asshole when the moment was right. "Christ you're driving me fucking nuts!" Lisa growled and sputtered as Toni wailed away at her backside and tugged her blonde mane. "Harder, Toni harderI"

Toni was doing it as hard as she could now but that didn't seem to be good enough for Lisa who was clutching the bedspread in a grip of steel and trying to force her ass into some kind of counter movement to Toni's frenetic reaming without accomplishing a thing. Big bad Lisa was getting screwed blue. "I love it!" she hurled over her shoulder, sweat forming a band across her forehead, "I fucking love it!"

As the first wave of hot milk spilled into her cavernous asshole Lisa's stomach contracted with unbearable pleasure. It felt to her like the entire lining of her intestines would collapse from the sheer force of her own orgasm as the warm liquid continued to gush upwards filling her to bursting. The last thing she remembered hearing was Toni muttering, "Christ this bed's a fucking mess!"

Chapter 1

Wednesday

"How long's your vacation Toni?"

"My time's my own."

"Do you feel like hanging out here for awhile with me?"

"As long as you can stand having me around."

"Great! More coffee?"

"Sure."

After breakfast Lisa and Toni anointed each other with the required coat of suntan oil and proceeded to sprawl a bit wantonly on towels by the edge of die swimming pool as the solar rays went to work on them. The previous nights' rain had washed the sky an immaculate unreal blue; it was like a Technicolor canvas that did not allow for any intrusions of imperfection to mar the purity of design.

Both womens' loins still vibrated pleasantly from their nocturnal, sexual bout; Lisa's asshole tingled just a little more than usual from the massive reaming she had received from Toni's manipulation of the dildo they had both hailed as a work of art. It occurred to Lisa, lying — there with the first points of perspiration dotting her upper lip, that a person could pass a lifetime like this without very much effort; sex and sun-the perfect formula for peace of mind.

As if reading her brain waves Toni tilted her head slightly and from the corner of her mouth said, "This is the life, huh babe?"

Lisa ran her hand across the hollow of her abdomen and told her, "I can't think of a better one really, can you?"

"Not much better. I mean I really dig what I'm into in San Francisco but at heart I'm just a beach bum and I don't even need the beach to feel that way."

"I know what you mean. The thing that's really amazing is that we both managed to get a good number going for ourselves. For two such lazy cunts we certainly outsmarted the competition. I often get to wondering what ever happened to all the other girls."

"Me too, but I try not to think about it that much 'cause it's kind of depressing when you just know that most of them fizzled and faded fast after that brief burst of glory we all had. Somehow with all we had going for us it was like there was something in the cards that said, 'You're in for a bad trip'. Didn't you ever feel that way in those days?" "Yeah."

"It was like there was this dark cloud looming on the horizon all the time with big black letters that spelled out 'Old Age'. That was the big one, growing old and losing your looks, as if that's all there was to life."

"That's because we were fed that line of bullshit and we bit onto it hook, line and sinker-at least for a while. Either you became fanatical about getting your shit

together and holding it together like we did or you just sort of fell apart and lived from day to day hoping to meet some guy who would give a wave of his hand and make it all go away. Shit! For all the fucking we did there sure wasn't much at the end of those cocks that was worth anything. It was in Vegas that I finally lost all my romantic notions about men, love and the good life surrounded by that secure, white picket fence."

"Umm… "

"I wonder if it was just the place or us or what." "How many times was it you were engaged?" "Four, five, I lost count."

"Me too."

"At least we were hip enough to weasel out at the last minute. Fuck! Can you imagine getting hooked up in a marriage with those guys we had eyes for at the time! I'd say nine out of ten of the girls who got married were divorced within a year and had to start all over again."

"That's because most of them married for the wrong reasons." "Well it makes you wonder what the right ones are." "Obviously a. bank account and a Thunderbird isn't enough." "Remember Sharon Gravanites?"

"That blonde chick that married that dealer, what was his name?"

"Lenny."

"Yeah. Well after they were married and he got caught stealing from the house and had himself worked over and wound up in the hospital they moved to Reno to start things over. Anyway she went on dancing and if you'll remember she was a good little dancer too, made Line Captain in just about every show she worked, Lenny just got into this thing where he couldn't keep his hands out of the pot. I mean it was lucky that he was able to get a fob sweeping floors in the state of Nevada after the first time let alone getting a job dealing again. Of course he got caught after a bit and he was bounced, this time for good-black balled in every casino in town. So he gets this job as a bartender in that place where the Silver Concho used to be, remember that place, it was where that Mafia guy had that ice pick shoved through his brain?"

"Yeah."

"So he straightens out for a bit but then he gets back into his sticky fingers routine again and like a schmuck he's caught and gets sacked. Sharon's dancing her buns off and doing really good. She got this great offer to go back to Vegas in the Lido Revue, but she turns it down because Lenny can't go back to Vegas or says he can't or doesn't want to and then things really start going downhill. Now he's not working at all and he starts in dropping all kinds of pills and smoking a lot of shit and drinking and lying around the apartment all day while she's out working as a waitress in the afternoon and getting fallen arches at night so that they can someday have that little dream house somewhere over the rainbow. Then he starts beating up on her. He suddenly becomes Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. All that crap he's pouring into himself mixed with all that undiluted sun warps his mind until he's completely around the twist. He starts dropping in where she's waitressing and harasses the customers and sounds her out, calls her a rotten cunt and a stupid bitch and so naturally the boss says later with your husband baby' and they bounce him out on his ass which of course only makes him crazier. She gets home that afternoon to change for work and grab a bite to eat and he belts the shit out of her. Whacks her with a strap on the ass and thighs until she's got welts like tire tracks. She poured the body makeup on good and thick but it didn't help in the slightest. When she arrives for work that night they take one look at her and say 'Hey Sharon you can't go on looking like that.' So she's out of the line for a week before the black and blues go away. And of course after that scene in the restaurant the boss is a bit edgy about her old man because he's seen that thing happen before and he's just waiting for the next time the guy gets pilled and insane and decides to drop in and pull the same number all over again. Sure enough he does. The boss is out making the afternoons deposit at the bank and when he gets back there's poor Sharon in tears and the place just empty, people got up and left what they were eating and drinking and split. The joint looked like an air raid had been called for real and no one was wasting anytime in diving for cover, I mean he was that kind of crazy."

"Poor fucking Sharon."

"The boss goes for the phone to call the cops but Lenny stops him and takes a swing at his head which I guess was the wrong thing to do to that guy because he picks up a lead pipe and cracks Lenny's skull down the — middle so that he lands back in the hospital with a concussion and not just a few broken fingers and a sprained ankle."

"Christ what a nightmare."

"So of course Sharon gets fired and it doesn't take too long for the word to get around town that her old man has flipped his top in a bad way. She becomes a person to avoid. No one wants to know her. All of this shit is doing a real number on her head and her hoofing is not any the better for it but she hangs in there."

"Why didn't she just leave the guy, take off?"

"Because she loved the creep and figured he was just going through a bad time. She was a solid little lady-you know that, I mean up until then they really had it together. They were both knocking down dynamite salaries, they didn't have any kids to hang them up and they were really a groove together. They were one of those couples that you really dug together or apart. It wasn't a question of 'Well I love her but hate him' or vice versa. He just got the Vegas shakes and wasn't strong enough to pull himself out of it."

"So anyway, what happened after he landed in the hospital?"

"From bad to worse. His being in the hospital for all that time, I think he was in for almost nine weeks, was a mixed blessing. It gave her time to sort her head out but of course it, was costing a fortune to keep him there and when they finally sprung him it was obvious that crack on the head had produced some permanent brain damage. Lenny just got meaner after that and really started in on her. He wouldn't leave that poor chick alone. Followed her everywhere she went. When she danced at night he'd be in the audience working himself into a lather, tearing himself up with jealousy as she flashed her tits and ass across the stage just so they could eat and put some bread away."

"I don't think I could have hung in there like that for anyone."

"Well she did. She was determined to give it the old college try but of course even the patience of a saint has its limits and she started cracking up as soon as hers was exhausted. Strong as a horse but then when she got sacked from that show and couldn't find any more work dancing except doing go-go shit in those cowboy bars it was all over. One night he comes home after some bar crawl where he could hardly see straight and starts beating the crap our of her. She's screaming so loud that the neighbors figure this time it's murder for sure and they call the cops. When the bulls arrive they kick down the door and there she is with only her under pants on and Lenny getting ready to top her for good with a poker. When he sees the cops he gets even crazier and attacks them. Well for that effort he gets his hand shot off and at that he was very lucky to be alive 'cause those guys shoot to kill and never to just wound you."

"What did she do after that?"

"Left town, filed for divorce and said never again ran into her and got all the gruesome details. The thing that struck me so funny, and I don't mean "ha-ha' kind of funny, was that that seemed to be your run of the mill Vegas serenade. It was just such a common, sad story. I don't know whether or not that's a fair judgment to make, but that's the way it's always seemed to me. Heartaches by the pound."

"Could you go for something cold to drink?"

"Sure could. There's some lemonade in the refrigerator. You feel like getting it?"

"Sure."

"Hey while you're at it why don't you roll a joint?"

"OK."

Toni crossed the stretch of the patio slowly. She walked, testing the ground with every step, feeling a bit woozy from the intense bombardment of the sun, half blind. When she entered the cool, bright kitchen sun spots exploded in front of her eyes and it was a few minutes before she could focus properly on anything. Looking out at Lisa she smiled to herself and watched as she turned over onto her stomach exposing her ass to the sky.

"I could get hung up here for a long time if I'm not careful," she thought to herself, reaching for the frosted bottle of lemonade. "But then what's wrong with that?" she concluded in the next breath. She poured two glasses out and went hunting for a couple of paper napkins. Then she sauntered into the living room careful not to brush up to examine herself.

The tan lines across her ass and breasts were already fading and Toni figured it would only take another three days before she was the same color all over. She peered at the sculpted mound of her butt and traced an invisible line with her finger over its curving sweep and then she remembered what it was she was after. The canister with the marijuana was on the coffee table and without taking her eyes from the mirror she bent down and began to roll a joint. She did it without spilling any of the grass and noted with satisfaction as her tongue flicked across the lightly gummed surface of the cigarette papers that she had managed to knock off that excess three pounds she had wanted to lose for some time now. "Must be all that sun," she thought moving towards the pool.

Lisa propped herself on her left elbow and traced the flight of what she thought was a 747. She took the joint from Toni and sipped greedily on the lemonade before taking a drag on the already damp stick of marijuana. "Who's taking care of the motel while you're making yourself gorgeous?" Toni wanted to know.

"Oh I've got help. After lunch I'll show you around. Mind you there's not much to see but what there is is ok. The place just about runs itself these days which suits me just fine."

"Do you go into Reno a lot?"

"Umm not too much. I try and stay out here as much as possible. I just go in to do some shopping now and then and make deposits at the bank. I'm pretty self contained and like to keep it that way. I've turned into a bit of a desert rat and a recluse at that. Whenever I get horny though I go cruising or if I'm horny and feeling lazy then I'll just call someone up and invite them out for dinner."

"That sounds like the right way to do things."

They passed the rapidly disappearing joint back and forth in silence and gazed at the glass like surface of the pool. Lisa's breasts hardly moved when she shifted herself back onto her elbows Toni noted with quiet admiration. For that matter neither did Toni's as she assumed the same position. She wanted to lean over and suck the deeply tanned projectiles of Lisa's nipples at that moment but then realized it was really too hot and she might as well save herself and her strength for later. Maybe Lisa would call some guys up and they could go out on a date. "Such a quaint thought," she smiled inwardly.

"Think I'm going to go for a little dip," Lisa said reaching for her bathing cap and stuffing her long mane into the puff of blue rubber. "That chlorine is murder on the hair," she added catching Toni's amused smile. She slid into the water, her body slicing the surface with a heavy whoosh. Seconds later she appeared at the opposite end of the pool and waved to her companion. Toni took one last hit on the joint, a swig of lemonade and stood up. She walked to the diving board, tested its spring and then executed a perfect half gainer in what appeared to be one single motion.

Lisa was floating on her back when she felt Toni's teeth nibbling on her ass just before her head bobbed through the V of her thighs, squirting water from her mouth. She wrapped her thighs around Toni, drawing her tight against her crotch. They moved neatly into each other, the suntan oil clinging to them in a rainbow of swirls, the patterns slowly disintegrating as the chlorine ate at it. "Nice lifesavers," Toni said as her hands latched onto Lisa's tits which looked three times their normal size through the water's magnification. She could feel the nipples come to attention almost immediately. Lisa laughed wetly.

They clung to each other like that in a daze, floating and absently splashing each other producing a menagerie of aquatic noises. Lisa started into a back crawl without releasing her grip on Toni. They moved into the shallow end of the pool and bobbed against the underwater steps, their faces turned towards the sun, feeling very good.

"Remember that photo session we did at the Tropicana that time?" Toni asked.

"Yeah that was kind of fun, that poor photographer. We drove him up the pole."

The photographer referred to as "poor" was only so because under the most merciless sun he had ever been exposed to his assignment called for him to shoot twelve of the most beautiful showgirls in Vegas who had nothing more to do than model a collection of the most obscene bikinis of that season. It was obvious that this was his first session of this kind and he was markedly more inclined towards fornicating than photography.

The girls could tell what an effort the whole thing was for him and sadistically taunted the fellow with all kinds of outlandish poses and verbal come ons that completely shattered his professional veneer of composure before he had even taken his first light reading. His make-up lady was having a rough time of it too as the sun kept causing her cosmetic efforts to disappear into rivers of perspiration. "Hey is this all right?" Lisa asked pulling her arms behind her head and going into a leg split that threw her breasts into the wind and her thighs rippling with her dancers' muscles. Hans was his name and they all had fun with that one for starters and as he sweated through the lens of his camera at Lisa going through this erotic routine he gagged audibly.

Titters of outright ridicule flowed from the rest of the girls as they watched Lisa leading him on into temptation. Three of them on the diving board at once flanked by two more beauties was more than his eyes could absorb. "Where you staying Hansy boy?" they asked in mock seduction. "Whatcha doin' after the session? Are you married?:" They seemed to take such delight in this land of abuse because the thing about Hans was that he was that species of man they scorned — a real live John and Las Vegas, as even the dumbest of them knew, was a city of Johns. Guys whose only offering in this exhausted spiritual wilderness was a hundred dollar bill. Money became the slave that eased everyones woes though you always felt the burn under the surface of the green lubricant.

In Toni and Lisa's world men were everything and nothing. This schizoid roller coaster of conflicting needs peppered everyone's existence in some way to the extent that they developed an external brittleness that was as ugly as they were beautiful. Whenever the opportunity arose to strike back at what was as much a real as an imagined oppressor the girls took it.

Poor Hans indeed, his shirt sticking to his back from the combined effects of this lavish display of female flesh and the exertion of bouncing between three cameras and their attendant intricacies had him pinned in a web of ridicule and verbal abuse that he really didn't deserve. What had started out as a straight forward business assignment had suddenly turned into a battle of the sexes. Hans was outnumbered.

As the session dragged itself out the barrage of slurs became harder to take. What made it so really unbearable was that for every jibe that was hurled at the panting photographer a sexual come on followed. This ambivalent, rapid fire cascade of dialogue left him limp and exhausted. As he was packing up his equipment at the close of the session, as he was hunched over his camera cases sorting out the Tri-X from the Ektachrome he suddenly felt surrounded. Looking up he saw through the blare of the afternoon sun a wall of gleaming, copper colored legs that moved into a sea of belly buttons watched over by an awning of gigantic, heaving breasts. "Hey Hansy baby did you get any nice pictures? Will you send us a copy? Did you like what you saw?" He arose slowly, almost fearfully not knowing what question to answer, unsure if he dare answer at all.

"Hey what did I do?!?" he blurted back, suddenly getting very pissed off with the whole situation. "I only came to take some pictures you know. I'm just doing my job that's all. This is as much for your benefit as anyone's. What's all this bullshit. Why are you picking on me!?!" his scratchy voice whined high, riddled with annoyance and self pity.

With Lisa as their ringleader they moved in on him. Lisa snaked her hand around the back of his head and toyed with a strand of his hair while one of the other girls ran her fingers down his arm in a slow tease. Another girl rubbed her breasts against his back and her crotch along his backside. "Ahh, ohh poor baby," they cooed in unison wrapping themselves around him like some enormous Venus fly trap. His legs were growing a bit shaky and he tried moving away from them at the same time he didn't want to do that at all. He just wanted to stay there and have them paw him to death.

He took two steps backward, the sun beating like a war drum against his skull. "I bet you got a nice body under that cheap piece of shit you call a shirt," a redhead with melon breasts and a wasp waist said with the sweetest and sickest smile he had ever seen. A finger of fear pushed at the back of his consciousness, tapping him as if to warn him, remind him of all the assorted sirens screaming out there in the big, bad world. He tried to turn and break out of the shrinking circle of flesh that was wrapping him in a tightening crush of hot breaths and shining, sweat tinged bosoms.

He took another three steps backwards and on his fourth his foot touched empty space where concrete should have been. In that one sinking moment, that split second that dissolved into a slow motion fade out he realized he was going for a swim. His face crumpled into a sheet of humiliation and anger as a shattering, ear splitting chorus of high, girlish, giggles and screams moved like a thousand fingers against his chest, thrusting him into an infinitesimal and very wet void. The last thing he saw before the water closed over his unbelieving eyes was a lot of very long, well varnished legs and mounds of jiggling breasts that seem to wink at him in a most mischievous fashion.

"What's for lunch?" Toni asked toweling her hair day. "Avocado, tomato and bacon sandwiches on Italian bread." "With fresh orange juice on the side?"

"You got it kid," Lisa said pinching her ass with her left hand moving in the direction of the house.

Toni left home at seventeen and none too soon she reckoned. She knew she had to leave the house before she was thrown out and that was only a matter of time. Her reputation as Queen of the Blow Job was spreading in Baltimore and she just couldn't stand the thought of her parents with their narrow vision of the world finding out what she was up to and the image of her dad walking in as she was going down on her brother Alex only lent fuel to her sparing flights of paranoia. It was a tearful farewell that was only one sided as she had left just a letter behind saying that the bright lights of New York were beckoning too loudly for her to resist. It wasn't shame though that drove her from home it was simply lust and wanderlust combined with the feeling that Baltimore contained nothing for her worth hanging around for.

Toni always wrote after that to keep the folks informed. Always embellishing the content of her prosperity and playing down the hard times which were rare for a girl of her looks and energy and oral prowess, but nothing is easy all the time. When she climbed onto the Greyhound Bus for New York she had no idea what she was going to do once she got there but that seemed unimportant-what mattered was getting there. She had toyed with the idea of going to California as an alternative but at the last moment decided against it because it was just too far away. She would leave that to last.

When the sailor dropped down into the seat beside her with a heavy aroma of whiskey and Old Spice after shave cologne rolling off him she smiled pleasantly and asked him if he had a cigarette he could spare. The bus was three quarters empty and she had hoped it would stay that way but once the conversation began rolling easily between them and the wheels began ticking off the miles underneath her she forgot about all that.

They were half an hour into the journey when it started to rain. As the water splashed in thick drops against the window, the lights went out and they were left in a warm, dream like silence. She didn't shift her focus a speck when she felt his hand drop lightly onto her thigh. She moved in close to him and rested her head against his shoulder without saying a word. The warmth in her crotch moved up several degrees as his hand moved up and down her thighs.

"You a dancer?" he asked feeling her strong thighs.

"Uhh huh," she lied…

"What kind of dancing you do?"

"Oh you know-go-go, modern, jazz, you name it."

Actually she had been thinking about looking for work as a dancer since she couldn't think of what else she would do. His question seemed like an omen, a good omen and she took pride in the fact that she had slid into this pose so easily. If he thought

she was a dancer then there was no reason why she shouldn't give it a try. It couldn't

be that difficult.

"Where you working in New York?"

"Oh I'm not sure yet. I'll be seeing my manager tomorrow. He say's he's got something lined up for me."

"You dance down here a lot?"

"From time to time. You know, on and off. I've been dancing mostly in Baltimore but New York is where the real money is."

"Yeah I guess so," he said in his slightly dumb but charming fashion.

The conversation dried up at that point but the rain persisted as did the sailor's hand. Toni turned her head abruptly and glued her mouth to his at the same time reaching for his crotch. The bulge in her hand felt good and warm and as she squeezed him harder she wondered what he would taste like in her mouth. She didn't wait too long to find out. His cock sprung from his blue trousers like a jack in the box on Christmas day.

The sailor couldn't believe his luck as Toni's hand massaged his burning prick into total erection. He couldn't believe it when she suddenly dropped her head down into his lap and sucked him into her mouth in one wet and warm gulp. He looked around nervously to see if anyone was looking and hoped with all his heart that no one had to relieve themselves in the cramped water closet at the back of the bus. He didn't have anything to worry about. Everyone was asleep, lulled into oblivion by the bus' rhythm and the slapping of the rain.

She inhaled him like a cigarette addict going at the first weed of the day. "Umm," she grunted to herself sloshing his cock around inside her mouth, blowing hot pockets of air along his shaft and nibbling at the base of his balls. Her gums encircled his full length and dug in with relish. He tasted good to her, better than she had imagined-a lot cleaner than his aroma of alcohol and Old Spice seemed to promise.

The wool of his trousers brushed against her lips in a way that she liked. It seemed to make the whole thing that more exciting. The sailor began a slow grind, pumping his hips back and forth against the lapping of her tongue, the slurping of her cheeks, the feel of her teeth chomping away tenderly on his pecker, hard but not too hard. When her mouth moved up to the tip of his cock and her tongue flicked the underside of it he could feel her hot breath blowing out through her flaring nostrils down into his balls and turning just a touch cold before she finished exhaling.

"This is going to be one bus ride hell never forget," Toni thought to herself, determined at that moment to make it the best bus ride of his life. She didn't want

him to shoot his wad straight away like a lot of guys she had blown. That was always a drag and let her down and feeling cheated. So she edged off of him and substituted her hand for awhile and began licking at his ear lobe. "You like that huh?" she crooned into the side of his head. She could see he liked it and when he nodded like a duck to tell her so she smiled wide.

She was driving him insane as she gently pumped his prick in her wet hand, twisting it in all directions, running her thumb over the head of it. She felt him shiver and knew that she had touched him right to the bottom of his feet. She spit a gob of saliva into her left hand and began working him over with both hot paws while she sucked on his mouth taking his tongue half way down her throat. It was a long one and she thought he must suck pussy real good with a length like that.

His hat, which had been at a studied angle through all of this, slipped from his head and bounced off of the arm of his seat into a wet puddle in the aisle. He made a feeble effort to retrieve it and only managed to soil it more. Toni took her hands off his cock for a minute and sat back in her seat. "Let me have another cigarette," she said. His eyes flickered in disbelief but his left hand went fishing into his socks for the pack of Luckies with the matchbook tucked into the cellophane wrapper. Looking down he could see his cock looking back at him.

The way she had asked for a cigarette, so nonchalantly, so cool made him even hotter. For a moment he was afraid his flag was going to drop to half mast but as he watched her moist lips slip around the cool, white cylinder of the cigarette and her eyes pinning him, burning through him he knew he didn't have anything to worry about. Toni inhaled deeply and let the smoke seep from her lungs and out her nostrils in thick, blue curls. She was really getting into it and wanted to keep him like this for as long as she could.

As the glow from the cigarette illuminated her face he felt her hand stroking him again, taking up where she had left off. She leaned back in her seat and blew a perfectly oval ring up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to say or do so he lit a cigarette and joined her. She scratched at his damp, hot patch of hair and let her manicured nails dally along his stiff cock from base to tip and back again in long, feline strokes.

"Did you ever have your cock sucked like this before?" He looked at her, the words sending the blood with greater force through his cock, half shocked and a lot hotter.

"Uhh, you, ah mean on a bus?" he asked his face going into funny little wrinkles.

"Whatever," Toni blinked back, laughing to herself, feeling good at being in charge of the situation.

"Uhh no I haven't," he said taking a long drag. She licked the palm of her hand and started jerking him off again, slow and easy, just enough to keep him blown up but not so much as to blow him out.

The bus rattled and groaned in its own fashion through the soggy night, moving Toni Corbin towards New York and a new life. A bus ride that she wouldn't forget either because she forgot very little. And as the rain kissed vehicle slid over the asphalt Toni felt like she was getting off to a good start, that she was bringing pleasure into someone's life who could in all probability use some. Sitting there with the sailor's cock in her hand she felt very righteous, very content; a bit like an angel of mercy.

She snubbed her cigarette out and leaned down onto his manhood again and licked at the tip of his cock while her two fingers moved in a tight circle up and down on him, squeezing hard and then letting up on the pressure before she pulled his cock into her mouth and felt it brush against the back of her throat. Now she was all mouth and no hands. She could feel his tobacco stained breath falling in waves down onto her neck and into her nostrils as he tried to contain his excitement.

She backed her head off his cock and concentrated on running her tongue along the underside of his bulging penis. She held it with two fingers at the swollen tip and flattened her tongue out and lapped like a dog licking honey from a tree. Without warning, just as the bus driver changed gears, she let go of it and swooped up and then dropped down taking every inch of him into her mouth and pulling her cheeks in as tight as she could around his pumped up prick.

The sailor's eyes were shut tight and as smoothly as the driver had made the transition from third down to second so did Toni move from the base of his cock up and into a long, deep French kiss. Her hand was moving up and down on him and as he peeked just a little through the slits of his wondering eyes he marveled at the way she had done it. Her hand felt as supple and giving, as warm and hot and wet as her mouth. For a moment there he thought she had slipped her cunt around him but then he knew that was impossible.

Her hand continued its meandering along down into his crotch. He didn't know what to make of the whole thing but he wasn't going to ask any question that might stop this insane chick from doing what she was doing-and what she was doing was fantastic. He looked at her peering into the black void and then down at her hand fondling him with such generosity, pushing his throbbing prick down towards the floor and then jerking it back until it brushed just below his belly button before twisting it in fast little circles around and around.

It was as if she wasn't there at all. Toni turned and looked at the sailor and snuggled into the curve of his neck and whispered, "I like sucking your cock, you know that?"

"It sure feels like it, I mean it's really great,"

"Would you like to come in my mouth honey? Did you like that?" "Sure, I, that is if you don't mind… " "Mind!" she rasped in a low breath, "No I don't mind at all."

"That's good."

"Why is that good?" she whipped back at him, prodding at his reasoning like a naughty child poking a helpless insect, grilling him to make his statement.

"Because you do it so good I guess, because if that's what you want to do then you

should do it."

"What a genius," Toni thought to herself and almost let the words pass through her mouth out into his ear. But she just smiled instead and tugged at his groaning pud which was just aching for release. "Let him suffer," she thought maliciously, turned on by her own sexual power and prowess and adaptability. A minute later she started in guzzling him lightly, leading him a few times to the brink of orgasm and then sending his come back down into his loins, cooling him off in a way that he liked and at the same time resented.

The lights of Manhattan were just cracking through the Bus' windshield when Toni dropped down on the sailor's cock for the final round. "We're almost there," he whispered down at the back of her head. She heard him but disregarded his words, intent upon her work, enjoying immensely the way his cock bulged her cheeks out in swollen little pouches.

Two blocks from Port Authority Toni decided the time was right for the boy to get his rocks off good and proper. Sucking as lustily as she could she siphoned the sperm from his bursting cock like this was her first meal in days. The come spewed up from between his legs in spasms that sent his body into contractions he had no control over. It felt like his prick had molten lead going through it as Toni relieved him of his immense load with no trouble at all.

Toni situated her mouth so that when he came his come shot up against the roof of her mouth, That way she could take her sweet time in digesting it and she wouldn't gag unexpectedly. There was a lot of it and the more the better she thought as she swilled the thick, slightly bitter jism around in her mouth, rolling it across her tongue like a marble or a piece of chewing gum. The sailor finally tossed the last drop of sperm down into her stomach before letting out a long suppressed sigh of total satisfaction.

"New York city!" the driver announced, waking the sleeping busload of humanity.

He asked her for her address and she gave him a telephone number that she made up on the spot because she did not want to see him again even though she had liked sucking his cock. Toni reasoned she wasn't going to see the New York City she wanted to see on the arm of some horny and penniless sailor. "Now don't forget to call me," she said looking over her shoulder as she heaved her bag into the Yellow Cab that smelled of urine and stale tobacco and too many nights moving through these greasy, abused streets.

"Where to lady?" the driver asked.

"Hotel Gorham please, Fifty fourth street," she shouted back across the distended belly of the cab.

For a seventeen year old runaway Toni Corbin didn't look or act like it. Even the doorman who had seen it all didn't take her for what she was- just a kid on the prowl. As her perfect legs with just the right amount of thigh showing eased its way out onto the sidewalk to be greeted by a few miscellaneous drops of rain that had evaded the doorman's oversized umbrella she looked for all the world like an up and coming New York fashion model.

"The boy will show you to your room Madame," the pansy behind the desk intoned as he watched her sign the name Grace Kenny on the register with a Washington D.C. address as home. "Just call if there's anything you need." Toni had spotted the Gorham on one of her trips to New York a year back and figured that if she were ever to come back to the city, as she intended, this was a good place to stay, much better than the Plaza. She preferred keeping a low profile. Even though she didn't have enough money in her purse to cover that night's bed and board she walked towards the elevator like she owned the building and everyone in it.

The sailor had been too busy getting his dick sucked to notice Toni's quietly elegant wardrobe, the expensive luggage and handbag, the raincoat that had the Paris label and the shoes with the Italian touch. He had figured her to be at least twenty-four not seventeen and just on the way from Baltimore. He had been too thick to match her wardrobe with her incongruous tales of go-go dancing and Jazz Moderne. Toni had learned one thing from her parents that stood her in good stead and that was 'Dress rich and everyone will think you're rich'. The dumb thing about it was it worked. People are so full of shit, she thought as the bellboy bowed her into the room, flicked the light switch and accepted the two dollars she slipped into his gloved palm with a smile.

The thrill of it all had her out of her mind with excitement. The fact that she didn't have more than ten dollars in her purse, that she was just seventeen and knew no one in New York, that tomorrow was a blank page for all intents and purposes, that she had just picked up and left home cloaked in a sophisticated wardrobe that had somehow transformed her into another being, made Toni Corbin tingle with wonder. That nothing but the greatest of adventures lay ahead of her she didn't doubt for a minute.

She unpacked her suitcase and carefully hung her limited but well chosen selection of clothes in the closet. She removed her clothes brush from its box and passed it over her raincoat. In the bathroom she used the rag provided for shoes to wipe away the splotches of wet she had picked up between Port Authority and the hotel. She undressed and hung her clothes and undergarments on a hangar from the wall lights to air and then pushed her neatly cropped hair into a shower cap and stepped under the soothing, hot needle spray.

She looked at her watch and it said 9:42. She lit a cigarette and picked up the telephone and dialed for room service. She ordered a shrimp cocktail, a filet mignon with spinach and a baked potato, green salad with French dressing, fresh fruit and a selection of cheese. As an afterthought she told them to send up a bottle of champagne and two packs of Newports. She pulled her long robe close to her body, turned on the television set and sat down to wait for dinner. She was starved.

At 11:30 pm Toni Corbin walked through the lobby of the Pierre Hotel and straight into the bar. She ordered a Dubonnet on the rocks with a twist of lemon, pulled a cigarette from her bag and found that before it reached her mouth she was being offered a light. At the end of the gold Dunhill lighter was a leather faced Texan wearing a crisp, off-white Stetson hat and a black string tie.

As she streaked through the lobby she had looked neither left nor right. When she ordered her drink she knew the bartender would not ask her for any proof of age and she certain that some gentleman would be offering to light her cigarette before very long. The bar was electric with traffic and the roar of multiple conversations. She gave the Texan a curt 'thank you' and turned to her drink. She figured he had to be a Texan with that hat and tie and more likely than not he was big money.

"Are you waiting for someone young lady?" he drawled, the accent twanging unmistakably of the long horn state.

"Are you?" she replied.

"Nope."

"Than neither am I," she told him taking a long, cool swallow of her Dubonnet on the rocks.

"Could I coax you to have some supper with me then at a very nice little French restaurant not far from here?" his eyes twinkled brightly, the icy pools of blue crisscrossed with red veins.

"I don't see why not," Toni told him in a steady voice, smiling like she really meant it.

He was big money. The sleek Cadillac limousine that was waiting on the corner of Fifth Ave and Sixtieth street seemed to testify to that fact. "Good evening Mr. Sholes," the driver tipped his cap springing up to snap open the door for them.

"Evenin' Bob," he said getting a good look at Toni's legs as she slid into the back seat. The rain had stopped leaving the air momentarily acceptable, but looking up Toni could see a heavy mist wreathing the buildings, pressing down as if threatening to do some further damage.

"The name's Duane Sholes," he said tipping the brim of his Stetson as they eased away from the curb and into a thick clot of traffic.

"Toni Corbin. Pleased to meet you."

"Where to Mr. Sholes F' the driver asked his eyes framed for a second in the mirror, flickering pin points caught in an arc of headlights.

"Cote Loire," he told the driver keeping his eyes on Toni and his hands in his lap.

"So what part of Texas do you hail from Duane?" Toni asked, knowing full well that if she said Mr. Sholes he would tell her to call him Duane.

"Dallas!" he declared and Toni half expected him to add 'Smile when you say that'.

"I suppose everyone here in New York must ask I you if you're in oil…"

"Well young lady, those that don't know me do tend to ask that question a lot. The minute they hear that Texas accent they figure he's in oil or he's punchin' cows and even if you just own one little ole gas station that's what they want to hear. The fact is my line of work is electrical transmission systems. I've got four plants that supply the United States government as well as private corporations with the parts that make everything from egg beaters to satellites in outer space keep runnin' smooth and pretty. Why we're into a lot of very complex things but to tell you the truth I think if I talked about it anymore you'd just be bored stiff."

"Oh no really, I mean that's an interesting business and it sounds like one that's important. Are you here on business or pleasure?"

"Business mixed with pleasure," he added with his eyes receding into the mass of crows feet that pecked and framed the side of his head, his teeth flashing crazily in the darkened limousine.

"Well that's the only way to do it," Toni returned the look, her eyes not wavering for an instant.

Sitting there in the comfortable womb of the car Toni thought to herself how easy it was, how well she was pulling the whole thing off. She knew he wasn't going to ask her what she did because he obviously figured she was a high class call girl and tonight that's what she intended to be. No use farting around. She had to come up with some scratch and fast. Her mind ticking away like an adding machine told her to hit him for a hundred and on top of her fee he would probably tip her generously. If he wanted her to stay the night it would be double.

He must have been a frequent client at the French restaurant for they walked in without a reservation and after the kitchen's closing time yet they bowed him in and brushed aside his apologies for coming at such an ungodly hour. There were only a scattering of couples at the tables and they were seated against a wall where they could take in the entire dining room.

The fact that Toni had eaten a huge meal less than three hours ago had nothing to do with the state of her appetite right now. When she flipped open the menu with its bewildering offerings in French with English subtitles she knew she couldn't be bothered to ask for explanations so she snapped it shut and said "I'll let you order for me," as if she did this all the time, just like in the movies. He did.

Over desert, coffee and Brandy, through the haze of his dollar cigar, after two cocktails, a bottle of wine and a heavy meal that went down nicely, Duane Sholes decided in his laconic way it was time to get down to business. His large, weather beaten hand found its way under the table and onto Toni's thigh with a light little squeeze. Toni reached under the table and patted his beefy paw, returning the compliment. "I think it would be a good idea if we retired to my suite as soon as you're finished," Duane suggested and Toni told him that she could hardly wait. In a way she couldn't.

On the way back in the limousine she said, "It's not very elegant to discuss such matters but my fee is a hundred dollars," without batting an eyelash.

"Of course. Agreed and my pleasure."

"It will be," she added, turned on by the way it was all going just like she thought it would.

Back at the Pierre in Duane Sholes' suite on the tenth floor facing Central Park looking out onto the fountain in front of the Plaza, smoking a cigarette while Duane relieved himself in the bathroom Toni thought "He's old enough to be my father," and then didn't think about it anymore. When she turned around there was a one hundred dollar bill smiling at her on the bedside table and Duane was pulling off his boots with a bit of difficulty. Toni dropped her skirt and took off her blouse and moved to the bed and said "Here, let me help you with those." She turned her back to him and slid his boot between her bi-kinied legs and pulled hard.

She knew that the sight of her like that would really get him going. It did. She eased him out of his other boot and started undoing his belt buckle with the silver longhorn steer's head and the real diamond eyes and pulled him to his feet. She could see a powerful bulge straining to break free from his pants as they dropped to the floor and she reached for his underpants and in the same motion pulled them down to his knees and attached her mouth to his cock without any further ado.

She liked doing it this way. She felt good sitting down while the man stood up looking down at her suck his cock. This way she could get a good mouth action going as well as the flow of blood. Duane was delighted with Toni's style. He slipped out of his jacket and flung it over his shoulder and then went for the buttons on his shirt but before he hit the last one he had to reach down and grab the back of Toni's head for support because she was sucking his equilibrium right out of him.

His cock wasn't as big as the sailor's but it was thicker and that's what she liked. She could tell that at any moment she would have to let him get off his feet but she stretched it out for a few seconds more, blowing kisses at the inflamed, stiffened head of his prick. She leaned back and unsnapped her bra and rolled back onto the bed and patted it saying, "Come here and lie down," before slipping out of her underpants with the yellow floral design. He was standing there weaving back and forth with his undershirt hiked up over his belly button, his cock like the branch of a tree jutting straight out.

He dropped onto his knees and reached for the puff of dark wool between Toni's legs at the same instant she reached out and grabbed hold of his prick and squeezed it. She twisted it from left to right like she was cranking up a model T and by the map of his face she could tell he liked the way she was going about her business. Though Duane Sholes didn't turn Toni on sexually at least he didn't turn her off. The minute her mouth latched onto his cock and her eyes closed she started sucking and all thoughts that were tinged with apprehension vanished. Toni was not regretting her first evening in New York, Last year on the school trip to New York the bus had passed the Pierre on the way down from the afternoon's outing at the Metropolitan Museum and Toni saw all the well dressed men and mink clad ladies streaming from the hotel and diving into limousines and it didn't take much figuring to realize that this was one of the places the money stayed when it visited the big apple. Toni's shrewd mind singled the Pierre out as a good place to know. A few inquiries later she had a list of all the top hotels in the city totally excluding the high priced convention hotels that had pretensions towards being Class A residences.

Toni always had been motivated by a feeling that there wasn't a great deal of time in life to do everything that had to be done. This feeling that turned into a compulsion was unusual for such a young girl but it was the thing that awakened her to the truth that indeed there isn't very much time, brother. She wasn't wasting any of it right now that was for sure.

She had Duane Sholes stretched out on the bed with his cock flaring towards the ceiling and she leaned back on her thighs and stroked him slow and easy, taking her time, showing him she was no fifteen minute in-and-out trollop. She figured if she played her cards right she would get a lot of mileage out of this geezer. She had worked it out through movies she had seen and novels she had read, that even a hundred buck hooker with a nice body didn't give more than she absolutely had to and as understandable as that was she was going to do things a little differently and see what came of it.

"Oh honey that feels sooo nice," Duane;ed as Toni alternated between sucking his cock in hot, strong gulps and jerking him off almost as well as he would jerk himself off if she wasn't there. She teased his thighs with long sensual strokes, moving from his balls down to his ankles, licking at his belly button and his balls with the wide, pink spatula of her tongue.

"Never saw a tongue like that," Duane reminded himself when he saw it flop out of Toni's mouth just before it caressed his rock hard root and washed it around with a bobbing weave of her head.

He was really surprised when Toni said, "Would you like me to make you a drink before I make you come?" He wanted to say yes and he wanted to say no and he settled on Bourbon on the rocks. "Now don't touch that thing 'til I get back," Toni intoned and padding over to the bar. His eyes were glued to her ass and he was astounded at the evening's catch. None of those hard bitches he fucked in the past on his way through New York or Chicago or D.C. ever carried on like this one. It was like having a real life lover.

When she handed him the glass she bent down and sucked his cock back into her mouth bringing it out of its midway droop back to full status. "Oooohhh!" he groaned between gulps of Bourbon. Toni passed her nails as lightly as she could manage over his balls and he shuddered in reply. At the same time she sucked and slurped at him in an attempt to bring him to orgasm whether he wanted to come or not. She won. He blew his wad into her mouth in one long blast followed by a shorter spurt that didn't catch her by surprise. She swallowed him down and looked up to see how he had liked it. He loved it.

She reached out and took the drained glass from his bobbing hand and refilled it after stopping off in the bathroom and picking up a wet and warm facecloth and towel to clean and dry him off. Duane Sholes was getting serviced like never before if you didn't count the time with the Geisha girl in Japan. Toni knew she was doing everything right.

"How was that Duane? Did you come nice?"

"Honey, I'm telling you you certainly know bow to take care of a man. If I wasn't already happily married I think I could just about be coaxed into takin' you back to Texas with me."

"You could, huh."

"Oh I sure could. That was some mighty fine lovin' you just pulled off. You damn nearly sucked my brains, what little brains of them is left, right out through my ole pecker."

Toni lit a cigarette and mixed herself a drink and spread out on the bed next to Duane and rubbed his shriveled cock with her left hand. She felt fatigue settling down on her like that rain that had washed the city out a few hours ago. Her eyes started to droop. She wanted to give ole Duane another tumble and she didn't want to pass out here and spend the night. With a great effort she raised her body off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash her face.

When she came back into the room Duane was in a light sleep. She bent down without touching the bed and took his deflated cock into her mouth and started sucking again in what was becoming her time honored tradition. His eyes immediately snapped open and a sleepy and stupid smile shredded his wind lashed face. It didn't take him any time at all to grow hard and Toni attributed this more to her technique than to his virility. She sucked him for a good ten minutes non-stop before straddling his cock and slipping it into her juicy, tight little cunt.

He felt great as he slid into her stretching the walls of her pussy just the way they needed to be stretched. Toni snapped her hips back and forth a few times with great energy before going into a slow and very persistent top fuck that had Duane Sholes' tongue hanging from the side of his mouth like some kind of a cartoon character. She wanted to laugh, he looked so funny that way, but she decided to concentrate on his cock and get her own rocks off.

Duane didn't move much and as far as Toni was concerned he didn't have to. She was having a great fuck just the way it was. Duane's eyes shifted a little like tumbleweed in a sand storm when he saw Toni reach down and start playing with her clitoris. He couldn't take his eyes off her when she started moaning softly to herself. She was in a trance for all he could ascertain and this made his cock pound even harder. There was something about watching a girl do that to herself that really made the blood flow. She got very soft looking around the edges and at that moment, her hips picked up momentum.

Duane knew that she was about to climax. He was ready. "Baby," she groaned, "I'm gonna come in one second!" The springs and muscles in Toni's hips ground down viciously on his prick, pumping away like a drugged piston. She was fucking his cock with every ounce of strength she had left in reserve and it was surprisingly abundant in view of all that had passed over her head within the last twenty four hours. As she

moved closer to the edge of orgasm she tightened the muscles in her burning, itching cunt as she had wrapped her hand about his cock minutes ago squeezing forcefully, sucking him into her as far as he would go.

Duane Sholes hadn't been fucked like this for a very, very long time. Long enough to be measured in years, long enough to be called almost half a lifetime. He was a young man the last time he had fucked or been fucked by a filly like this. Too long since some hot little tornado had wrapped herself around his cock with such power and took off like she was really enjoying it. Duane Sholes, a self proclaimed happily married man who had told Toni that if his current status in life wasn't what it was he would think seriously about taking her back home to Texas was getting one hell of a fucking.

Duane Sholes had to drop a lot of one hundred dollar bills in a lot of expensive hotels to get his cock sucked. He had to pick up an avalanche of dinner tabs at some pretty heavyweight restaurants just for a little female company that didn't come across with half the gusto this one little lady was shelling out. As he watched Toni fucking herself silly on his cock Duane Sholes beamed his first genuine smile that night.

The inside of Toni's cunt felt like it was going to have to call for a fire extinguisher if her orgasm didn't break soon. She had rubbed her clitoris raw. She could feel the juice leaking from her crack onto Duane's cock. The instant he reached up and pinched her nipples her cunt exploded like a cherry bomb. "Ooooohhh fuuuuck!", she screamed, the words squeezed out in a high whine as her orgasm pushed upwards from her cunt out through her arms and legs and the back of her head. She shuddered violently as her climax went through its elongated cycle.

Duane's cock answered back with a hot and wholesome stream of come two seconds after she began pouring juice like a, Waring blender gone amuck. All of the days tensions seemed to be contained in Toni's orgiastic release. She kept moving around on his cock like it was a rocking horse she couldn't bare to take leave of. "Ooohhh!" Toni rasped, her head nipping in circles, her hair flopping wetly over her face.

She left the Pierre that night with two hundred dollars tucked into her bra. Before Duane opened the door to her taxi she spun around on her heels and said, "I want to see you tomorrow night."

His head bounced up and down eagerly like a cocker spaniel and said, "Honey you got a date!"

Duane Sholes turned out to be a good starting point for Toni Corbin in New York. As luck would have it for the both of them, he was in town for a week and for Duane that meant getting his cock sucked like it had never been sucked before and for Toni it meant fifteen hundred dollars plus a lot of little extras.

For Duane it was like a new beginning-almost a love affair. Toni was using everything she had to get as much from this tycoon as possible because she didn't look forward to doing this as a steady diet. The way she figured it was to get a bank roll so she could get into something else. That something else could be a dancing career-all she needed was a little time.

Duane had Toni picked up by limousine every afternoon for lunch and every evening for cocktails, a Broadway show, dinner and some head afterwards back at the Pierre. He paid two weeks rent on her room at the Gorham and on their third "date" gave her a diamond bracelet that must have set him back a few steps but nothing that he would ever notice and certainly nothing he would ever miss. Every night before Toni took off for an empty bed which she didn't mind facing, he handed her two one hundred dollar bills.

Toni toyed with the idea of checking out and asking for a weeks rent back from the hotel so she could get herself an apartment and save all that money, but then decided that after all it would be a cheap gesture and things would take care of themselves. She also thought about selling the bracelet to raise more cash as she wasn't especially fond of jewelry but felt that it wouldn't do much harm to hang onto that particular bauble for awhile. Diamonds didn't depreciate.

She made the whole thing as exciting for Duane as she could. She wanted him to feel like he wasn't being taken and after three days she couldn't help but like him in an off hand way. There wasn't much to dislike about him except that he was too old for Toni and a bit of a country corn pone. She went down on him in the shower and blew him before cocktails when all he had in mind was a little conversation.

She sucked him off in the back of the limousine after dinner after giving her own instructions to the driver to take them out to Jones Beach which she had heard so much about. She took charge of Duane and learned she had a lot of power at her command. All she had to do was act upon her instincts and open her mouth. That seemed to be all most guys wanted and it took little to make them happy. What she lacked in long range experience she made up for in enthusiasm.

Before Duane left New York he gave her a full length red fox fur coat that was truly a thing of beauty. He also told her that he would recommend her to some of his friends when they were in town and she cautioned him with, "Only if they are classy as you are and as nice."

Duane Sholes was no fool in spite of appearances and he answered her "Don't worry honey, they are as rich and as generous as I am. Don't forget those are Texas boys we're talking about." On the way out to the airport she jerked him off into a silk handkerchief under the blanket of her red fox coat and was sorry to see him go.

Toni got herself a cozy one bedroom apartment on East 57th street, furnished it and stocked the refrigerator with the money she had made from Duane. She had eight hundred dollars in cash, a diamond bracelet and an extraordinary fur coat left by the time the last dish fell into place and she was ready to embark on a new career. Three days later she got a job dancing topless at the Metropolis Cafe.

The work was hard but she enjoyed it and most of the other girls were very kind to her and taught her the ropes. She found out that she could make close to three hundred dollars a week if she nailed down two dancing jobs steady for five days. If she wanted to work more it was there for the taking-there were a lot of bars paying good money for girls who had no inhibitions about wiggling their asses and jiggling their tits in front of a lot of beer soaked barflies.

"I could always become a full time hooker," she told herself, "but that's not what I really want to be." Instead she settled for an occasional free lance hustling assignment and thus she reasoned, "I've got the best of both worlds."

Duane Sholes as it turned out wasn't shooting the shit about his fellow Texans. He told the boys back home about the hottest pair of lips in New York City and Toni Corbin's reputation spread through certain quarters of Dallas society like a brush fire fanned by a hot wind. Toni had no objections to any of this and invited them to come see her dance.

One dude named Edgar Lewis she took quite a fancy to and managed to pump her bank account up a few notches at the same time. It was a Monday afternoon and she was at home soaking in a hot tub with a gin and orange juice when the phone rang.

"Yes, hello?"

"Is this Miss Toni Corbin?" a Texas voice asked very slowly, coming at her like it was exiting from a deep sleep.

"Yes," she replied telling herself that good old Duane had come through in his promise to do a bit of public relations for his brunette bombshell, "and this no doubt is a Texas gentleman who happens to be a friend of… " she broke off leaving her sentence trailing in midair just to see if her supposition was totally correct.

"Duane Sholes, Mam," he filled her in "and how did you know I was from Texas?" he asked in genuine bewilderment.

"It's that sexy voice of yours with that panhandle brogue that led me to that brilliant conclusion.

"Well I'll be knee high to a grasshopper," he added quaintly.

"So what's on your mind, and by the way what's your name now that I've told you I'm me?"

"Edgar, Edgar Lewis."

"Do your friends call you Ed for short?" Toni asked toying with him, feeling very big city.

"Toni my friends never call me Ed and they never call me short." There was something in the way he delivered that piece of information that made Toni slip out of her lethargic, soap bubble daze and listen more closely to what was going down at the other end of the line.

"Do you think we might be able to get together for dinner this evening?" he asked.

"Sure, but it'll have to be a late dinner, closer to supper because I'm dancing tonight-that's my line of work you know. Say listen why don't you come down and see me do my act and have a few drinks and we can go on from there?"

"That sounds all right to me. Make it around eleven." She gave him the address.

"And say how will I know it's you?"

"Oh I'll be wearing a Stetson hat. You know what a Stetson is don't you?" "Of course I know what a Stetson is. Will you tell me something please?"

"What's that?"

"Why is it that everyone from Texas seems to wear Stetsons?"

"That young lady, is the magical question and tonight you just might find the magical answer. By the way how will I know you when I see you?"

"Oh you'll know me when you see me-you'll know."

The thing that made Toni different from the other girls who worked the bars and strip parlors of New York was talent. The thing that made that talent exciting was the fact that Toni had the capacity for growth. It was something that was very tangible, it was a maturation process that made everyday an event for her; it was something worth waking up for.

Toni would take a two and a half minute record and turn it into an event; she could transform the most banal of AM pop hits into an occasion of wonder. Toni was inventive and progressive where the other girls were content to.walk through their routines with the minimum of thought and rhythm. Everyone told her she was going places.

Going places meant Las Vegas or acquiring her own strip tease revue. In the microcosmic world of the Forty Second street strip parlors and bars word got out on Toni Corbin and the work flooded in. She was approached several times by shark skin suited men who wanted to manage her career; with promises of stardom and riches and nothing but the best of times to come. She held out against these offers because she wanted to shape her own destiny. The stories that proliferated among the girls about these dubious entrepreneurs and their dealings was enough to scare even the most desperate, star struck teenager away.

Her body went through a metamorphosis as a result of the long hours she spent on her act. She shed pounds and built up stamina and a set of pins that were sleek and powerful for such a petite girl. Her breasts filled out to ample but economic proportions while her tummy inverted itself into a tight but ultra feminine taper. For the most part she avoided excessive drinking and only took pills as stimulants when absolutely necessary. She had to be careful there because she had a marked weakness for getting stoned on Dexedrine and grass and dancing her ass off for hours.

Toni maintained a prolifically ambitious schedule that had her working as the featured dancer at the Tampa Lounge on 47 Street from noon until two o'clock and from ten pm until one the following morning five days a week. The afternoons were open to free lance at other bars and burlesque houses and sub for girls out sick or just sleep, take in a movie or go shopping. It wasn't a bad life compared to the swarm of humanity that brushed against her daily on the streets of New York.

Her arms were flailing above her head in an intricate arabesque under the revolving, fuchsia color spotlight of the dancers' platform-removed from the sea of blood shot eyes and open mouths like some tarnished goddess on a plaster pedestal; thirty seven minutes into her act with her sequined and fringed bikini bottomed ass grinding out a masterpiece of simulated copulation when she spotted the Stetson hat walking through the door.

The combination of high decibel music, the babble of conversations shouted out in relays and the rattle of ice against glass buffeted by a wall of cigarette smoke made Edgar Lewis think he had just stepped into a lunatic asylum with wall-to-wall carpeting. His eyes went to work trying to tie in what his brain was telling him was going on. The first thing he related to was the sweating figure of the girl on the platform humping at the air in frenetic bursts as if she had just received a bolt of lightning between her legs and was throwing it back at heaven. He knew that was Toni Corbin.

Heads swiveled as the tall Texan navigated his way to the bar, "What'll it be Tex?" the bartender asked and was told Bourbon on the rocks. Edgar Lewis leaned one elbow on the bar, pushed his Stetson off his forehead and took a good look at the electric kewpie doll on stage. Toni kept her body moving and her eyes glued to Edgar Lewis through his first Bourbon and the last four minutes of her routine. She was dancing just for him.

As the last chord twanged off into a thick bass rumble and the spotlight died with a jolt, Toni pivoted and bounced from the stage down into the back room. She was wet with perspiration and her eyes stung from her makeup which had began to congeal at the comers. She took the thick terry- cloth towel from her oversized handbag and wiped the sweat from behind her neck and under her arms. She fluffed her damp hair and reached for a cigarette. She pulled out a robe and threw it across her shoulders and unsnapped the hook of her bra before dropping the slither of her G-string.

Ten minutes later Edgar saw her moving towards him, stopping to chat and receive a few words of praise from the customers, fending off drinks and taking a pat on the ass or two with a good natured smile. She reached just under his chin and looking up to him and his hat beyond she said, "Hi I'm Toni and you're Edgar right?"

"Right."

"Well what did you think of my act?" she asked making some kind of a signal to the bartender to which he responded with a glass of orange juice, "I liked it a lot. You sure can shake like some-thin' else. Damn, how can you keep that up?"

He was a lot younger than she had expected, maybe thirty-two or three and besides his imposing height he was also very good looking with a thick head of curly blonde hair and eyes almost the same color as his friend Duane Sholes. This just might turn out to be an interesting number she told herself shifting her weight from one foot to another. "Oh you know lots of practice, vitamins and eight hours of sleep every night."

"Damn, I want to catch that again from the beginning."

"Stick around for awhile and you will. Hey, why don't I get myself together and let's get out of here. I'm starved and I'm holding you to that invitation for dinner."

In the taxi on the way to the restaurant he did most o? the talking. It always took Toni awhile to unwind from her act, for her body to readjust itself. She felt spaced without being exhausted and enjoyed the sensation completely.

"Back home in Texas the girls don't dance like you were dancing back there at the, what's that place called?"

"The Tampa Lounge."

"Yeah, well they sure don't. Does everyone in New York do it like that?"

"No I'm special."

Edgar Lewis found out how special Toni was after a good meal, a bottle of champagne and several brandies when she invited him back to her apartment for a nightcap. The heady combination of sex and money spurred Toni to say in her most business like voice laced with just the right amount of lust, "My fee's one hundred dollars."

Without taking his eyes from hers he reached into his pocket and extracted a thick wad of bills and peeled off two one hundred dollar bills with a flourish and held them high above her head for a moment and then let his hand drop before pressing them into her palm. When she reached down to grab his crotch he saw the look of surprise at what she found lying there. "You think you can handle that Toni?" he asked with a big shit eating grin on his face.

"For what you're paying baby, I had better don't you think?" He didn't bother answering.

Toni jumped out of her clothes before easing him out of his. He was particular and insisted on hanging his shirt, jacket and trousers on the back of a chair before they got down to business. He tucked his socks into his shoes like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else to go but straight on top of Toni. She could see a gigantic bulge straining under his jockey shorts and her skin wrinkled in anticipation of what was to follow. Tonight she felt like fucking rather than sucking but she figured she should do a little of the latter as a prelude to the former.

When he dropped his drawers Toni gasped at the size of his cock; her mouth popping open as her hands fumbled at her clothes. He helped her undress and he did it very softly too; not rushing a thing, stroking her hair and pecking at the corners of her ears, his tongue lapping at the line of her neck.

"He must be ten inches," she thought as she reached down and squeezed at his fat cock. It filled her hand like a huge cucumber. She could feel it burning and throbbing like the heartbeat of some wild beast.

"I gotta warn you Toni I'm real full and very trigger happy right now so take it easy."

He let out a pocket of air as though he were being deflated when she, slid her mouth around his cock. For as big as he was, the sides of Toni's mouth hardly touched the velvet smooth skin of his prick as she breathed wetly up and down on him; he had to look down at her to remind himself that it was a mouth wrapped around his cock; so sensational a vibration was being sent through his groin. When she finally clamped down on him and started sucking on his banger every fiber in his body began to twitch.

Toni got down on all fours and started twirling her body slowly around with his cock still in her mouth and proceeded to brush her crotch against his mouth but before he could respond she was already moving on like an over wound clock going at thirty miles an hour. She felt like a warm vacuum cleaner pulling at his cock with a lot of heavy lubricant to make it that much nicer.

"Ooo Wee!" he hollered as Toni attempted to stuff all of him down her throat.

Duane Sholes hadn't been shooting the shit when he talked about the mouth that had launched a thousand ships back in New York City. He was like the little boy who always cried wolf; every time he came back from one of his business trips he told the boys about his latest sexual encounter, what this one and that one had done, what she looked like and smelled like and tasted like. How he'd had it with the most beautiful call girls outside of the sovereign state of Texas and just this side of heaven. It was all part of their fraternity and no one much believed anyone else but they were always eager to swap anecdotes and addresses with the casual air of men exchanging the names of tailors.

He tried with everything he had to keep from coming, but it was no use. Toni had just gotten too carried away for her own good and he was just too hot to hold his load. The furnace of his prick boiled over and into the space between Toni's cheeks like hot jelly. He was too much even for her. She sputtered and gagged in at attempt to swallow him whole. The thick strands of come backed out her mouth and down his cock like an overflowing drain.

They had a drink and watched some television for half an hour before he got hard again, Toni sucked his cock until it was good and hard and then sat on it almost to the hilt. She had to raise herself off the mattress with her knees because the last two inches of him just wouldn't fit in. In a recreation of her stage act she top fucked him until he thought his prick was about to snap in half. It wasn't; he was just having an orgasm inside the nicest, tightest hot little cunt he had banged in at least a week.

"You know what I like the most?" he asked Toni afterwards as they lay there smoking cigarettes and watching the late news.

"What's that?" Toni asked without very much interest.

"A twosome."

"Huh?"

"You know screwing two girls at the same time and watching them making it with each other!"

"Yeah, well so… "

"So do you think you could arrange it?"

"You mean you want me and another girl to do it with you?" "That's what I'm saying. How about it?"

She had never thought about it before but it was a thought that suddenly sounded vaguely interesting.

"I'll make it worth your while," he was pushing harder now, almost in desperation. "I've never done it like that… "

"So now's the change."

"When are you free?" Toni asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Toni knew a hard, bleached blonde little number named Tina who stripped at the three dollar burlesque houses and who had tried to make her several times without any luck. Toni had said "no" in a way that sounded like she would think about it. She had. Tina was the same size as Toni and had a very beautiful body but everything else about her reeked of too many bad nights and lousy days. She looked cheap and talked tough and Toni was sure she'd be dynamite in bed.

Tina had one of those acts composed entirely of anal thrust and vaginal squats that drove the creeps bananas because it was done with such a vengeance, such a hatred for men, that it was a total turn on. She mocked them with every roll of her hips; she attached the musical accompaniment with a passion that spoke of a lifetime of disappointments and the promise of an even darker dawn, Toni's body was athletic but feminine while Tina's looked like it had been hewn from some perfect but frigid stone.

She knew where Tina was working that week and went down to see her and after she got off Toni explained what was needed and without having to think about it Tina shook her head and smiled showing teeth that were edging dangerously close to badness. Toni was sure she was on junk and that she had a pair of silicone tits. When she asked her as she was. getting dressed Tina laughed like glass shattering and said no. She stepped up to Toni and asked her to feel them.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," Toni said, cupping them in her hand and squeezing lightly. They felt cold but real.

"Mind? I don't mind. I'm happy you asked. You like them?"

"Yes they're very beautiful, just like you," she said describing the outer shell but making no reference to the thing that lurked like a dark shadow behind an ominous door ready to spring out at any moment.

"When are you on again?"

"An hour," she said slipping into a skin tight sweater. "Good. Let's go for a drink."

Tina held her hand under the table and sipped her gin and ginger ale. Her eyes burrowed into Toni's with a metallic glint that scared her a bit She guessed her to be twenty-four, twenty-five at the most but she didn't look it. Her face had caught and held disturbing things. She noticed how cracked and transparent the skin seemed. It was a lot older than her body and her over bleached hair was dried and lifeless, a worn frame on an over painted canvas.

"Where do you live Tina?" she asked looking down at her drink, trying to break the look in her eyes, to divert the vibrations that she was sending out.

"Live? What kind of a question is that? What does it matter? In some shitty apartment like everyone else. A fucking room with a chair and a bed. Live-I don't know, somewhere." She said it without anger or passion and never took her eyes from Toni's lips.

She said it like she didn't want to make small talk, stuff that was just fluff to fill space and time. Tina had the look of someone who didn't have much time left.

"I've had the hots for you from the minute I saw you. You know that?"

"That's the impression you gave me," Toni replied.

"How do you feel about it? Didn't you want to go to bed with me? Even though you told me 'No'?"

"Yes. I did, I just… " she faltered.

"You just what? Scared? Did I scare you?" her hand crushed Toni's like a glacial vice.

"A little bit. Yes I guess I was scared of you. There's something about you that's… " she faltered again, her face flushing, her mind reaching for the right words, worried that she had said the wrong thing.

"Evil?"

"No, not evil. I wouldn't say that. You seem to be angry, kind of burning with some strange fire that I've never seen before. I couldn't believe your act the first time I saw it or the second for that matter. It was like you were screaming out with your body at those guys, telling them that you hated them, that you wished they were dead."

"I do. They can all fucking drop dead every last one of them!"

"But at the same time it was brilliant!"

"Brilliant?" the word sounded funny to her, out of place in her life, it tumbled awkwardly from her lips like a fumbled cigarette.

"Yes brilliant," Toni emphasized the word, pushing it at her in a low whisper for fear that I they would be overheard.

"When I saw you doing it I thought to myself there's someone who is doing something that is really original and at the same time I got so scared."

"Scared-there's that word again. Scared of what?"

"Scared that we're all passing our lives in this toilet. That it could go on like this forever until we die. I don't know, that was the flash that hit me. I was scared for you really more than for me or for anyone else I know. In a way I was scared for those guys in the audience. Those poor schmucks who pay their three dollars to sit and watch a lot of cunts and tits and cheap costumes with lousy music and a bad smell in the air."

"You know something Toni?"

"What?" Toni asked suddenly feeling exhausted, drained by her outburst, her blurted confession.

"That's what scares me too, only I don't get the words like you do. I can't spell it out. But I feel it and you're right-it shows. And in a way I don't give a shit."

"But you should!"

"Why should I? What good will it do? What's it going to change? Look at me. Do I look like I'm going to get any better?" she said it like someone who knows they have a terminal disease.

"Better? What are you talking about. You sound like you hate yourself more than those guys you insult every time you get out there. You're a beautiful person and the sooner you know that the better. You should be doing great things."

"Great things my ass."

"No I mean it. As twisted as you feel and as twisted as that act of yours is you're

great!"

"Great? Huh! I give great head if that's what you mean."

"That's not what I mean but I'm glad to hear it," Toni said and meant it, relieved at the self deprecating humor and for the break in the weight of the conversation. She smiled and leaned back and reached for the pack of Marlboros between them. Tina was reluctant to let go of her hand.

"Why don't you come live with me?"

The question kicked Toni like a mule and she knew Tina could see her blushing like a red light bulb short circuiting.

"Well I don't know, I mean it's a bit sudden… " she said inhaling and reclaiming her thoughts.

"I'd be good to you. I'd make you very happy. You've never had a lover like me. I'd make you forget every man you've ever been with."

"But we don't even know each other we,… "

"We'd get to know each other, dumbo. We are getting to know each other right now. Look we're having a drink together and we're talking about things that are important to us and you even said I was brilliant didn't you?"

"Yes, I… "

"So there, what's your excuse? You'd be living with a beautiful person who also happens to be a brilliant stripper and I already told you I give great head so cut the bullshit and come live with me."

"You're too much Tina. I don't think I'm ready to live with you or anyone else. That's really the gist of it. I like being alone and don't feel like being attached to one person. It gets complicated and I dig being a bachelor."

"Ahh, maybe you're right. I don't blame you. You'd be out of your mind to live with a crazy fucker like me. I'm very jealous you know."

"You are?"

"Oh very. You gotta watch out for me. Oh shit! There I go scaring you again. Fuck! No I wouldn't get jealous, just very protective that's all. I'm clean too. I smell like roses at both ends and even though I don't look it" she said letting go of Toni's hand

and gesturing with her fingers pointing at herself in a seizure of apology, her shoulders arching upwards and her mouth creasing into a smear, "I'm very neat and keep a good house."

"I'm sure you do baby," Toni said reaching for her arm and holding it tightly. "I'm sure you do and believe me it's not you, it's me. I like things the way they are right now."

"I'm sorry Toni," she said shaking her head, her eyes filling up with tears, "going on like this with all my shit-putting you on the spot like that."

"Shit don't be. I don't mind. I'm flattered really I am. How about another drink?"

"Sure."

Toni gestured for the waiter to bring another round. "Umm love that gin," Tina said lapping noisily at her glass, draining it in three gulps and lighting another cigarette.

"Say I think it's time you got back," Toni said glancing at her watch.

"We have time for another?" Tina asked rattling the ice in her glass like a tambourine.

"If it's a quickie."

Another round of gin and ginger ale came and went quickly.

Outside the two girls walked fast, weaving through the crowd towards Eight avenue.

"Say what's this guy like?" Tina wanted to know.

"Oh he's not bad. Got a big cock and a lot of money. From Texas. I turned a few tricks with a friend of his a while back. After I fucked this guy yesterday he told me he liked twosomes. It should be alright. You don't mind do you?"

"Nah, honey, I don't mind. I'm looking forward to it. Besides I could use the money. I wish we could get the scratch without him being there no matter how big his cock is but I guess you can't have everything."

"You can but not this time," Toni said stopping short and giving Tina a quick peck on the cheek.

"OK see you at three. You got the address now?" "Yea, I got the address. Three o'clock then."

Tina looked almost alive, almost happy when she walked into Edgar Lewis' hotel suite at fifteen minutes past three. "Thought you weren't going to make it," Toni said as Tina brushed past her trailing a dizzing cloud of perfume.

"Are you kidding," she said giving her a smile that touched her eyes as well as her mouth, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

"Tina, this is Edgar Lewis." Edgar moved from behind the bar and across the room in three long strides with his right hand extended.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance Tina," he said in his easy drawl, his eyes drinking Tina down, "what would you like to drink?"

Tina gave an almost formal curtsy and said, "Gin and tonic please," as the Texan eased her out of her imitation tiger skin coat.

She was wearing a clinging black pants suit that revealed her sculptured body for all it was worth. Toni noticed that her complexion was less drained than usual. Her hair seemed to have acquired new highlights and as she crossed the thick beige carpet towards the bar where Edgar Lewis was energetically searching for the bottle of Gin, Toni was filled with admiration at her built-in feline movements that promised of delights to come.

"I understand you're quite fond of twosomes," Tina said right off as Edgar handed her a Gin and tonic which caused him to stop short for a quarter of a second before he cracked a smile. Toni froze, startled at her candor, and then she too smiled and relaxed. She liked that about Tina; her ability to cut right through the bullshit, getting to the meat of the matter.

"Yes, I must admit to a liking for such, shall we say, 'social institutions'."

"Well that's good because so do I," Tina said resting her pale hand on Edgar's thigh smiling thickly at him and lighting a cigarette.

"What are you standing there like a statue for?" she said looking up at Toni, accurately describing her friends' position and posture in the room.

"Oh I was just on my way to another drink," Toni replied snapping out of her momentary fog.

"I understand that you're a dancer also Tina," Edgar offered.

"Stripper," she said with that haunting smile still on her face, "and according to Toni a brilliant one at that." She glanced backwards over her shoulder, her eyes darting back and forth trying to catch Toni's reaction.

"Yes Tina is a brilliant stripper," Toni said from behind her Scotch and soda, "and it's about time she got to know it too."

"Well I like being surrounded by brilliant people Tina," Edgar said as his hand slipped into hers. It was like latching onto an ice cube and his flesh contracted slightly at the touch. "Being rather dull myself," he added flashing an artificial smile, "You don't look dull to me," Tina said, her eyes dropping to his crotch.

Toni listened to all of this with a mounting excitement, like someone eavesdropping at a door and getting more than they expected. She walked to the edge of the couch on Edgar's side and rested her neat little ass on the arm and sipped her drink. She watched Tina transfer her cigarette into her right hand that held the sweating glass of Gin and bend forward, the slash of her crimson lips brushing against Edgar's mouth. They remained locked into this embrace without moving for several seconds. Tina leaned back and flashed her insane grin and resumed smoking and drinking. Edgar had traces of lipstick stuck like a false mustache just below the dip of his nose. He looked hypnotized.

"I could use a refill Edgar," Tina said shaking her empty glass in circles above her head looking at Toni and then back again at Edgar never taking her eyes from him as he unglued his body from the couch and went to the bar. She leaned back against the couch and exhaled on her cigarette.

Toni slid off the arm of the seat and into the comfortable folds of the cushions and asked, "How did it go today?"

"Oh well enough I suppose, the usual."

Edgar handed her a fresh glass and wedged his frame between the two girls obviously delighted with himself and the situation that was spiraling towards an erotic romp that he credited himself with creating. "So Edgar," Tina said between long sips, "you're from the Lone Star state huh?" her voice suddenly thickened with an edge of Gin.

"That's right," he confirmed a bit moronically, the Bourbon working its way to his brain. Toni sat there and watched them in mute fascination; unable to offer anything to the conversation, feeling a bit awkward and unwanted.

Tina made a sudden move towards Edgar duplicating her kiss of their initial slight coupling and then her hand darted forward and brushed in a lingering caress on Toni's right tit. "She's beautiful isn't she?" Tina asked, her mouth dropping open, her eyes heavy with something merged between lust and sleep. Edgar turned his head and watched Tina's hand moving over the swell of Toni's breast as she fondled it adoringly.

"She sure as hell is," he said, his head swinging back and forth between them.

Tina kicked her shoes off, placed her drained glass on the table and pulled her legs up onto the couch and stretched her body across Edgar's and began kissing Toni passionately on the mouth while her left hand stroked the bulge between the big man's leg. Toni's eyes slapped shut and her breath came in excited spasms from somewhere deep inside her. She could taste the knifing edge of Gin on Tina's mouth mixed with her perfume and tobacco. This was the first time she had ever been kissed by a woman and she was digging it. Her head dropped back and her mouth sprung open as Tina's tongue popped down her throat.

Edgar was caught in the most delightful cross fire. Tina's hand massaged his cock stiff inside his pants and as his eyes took in the stretch of her white, almost transparent thighs that had come out of her tight black pants without him ever having seen her do it, he gasped and started kneading her tits which filled his big paws just the way he liked it. She was wearing a red sequined G-string underneath and as he popped the snaps of her shirt he could see two alabaster tits that couldn't have cared less about a bra.

Tina straddled Edgar next as his hands trailed over her and her mouth went into a sucking frenzy on his while not stopping for a minute on Toni's breasts, her hands sinking down into the warm space under her short, plaid skirt and then moving back again. She could feel his big cock rubbing against her crotch and she started dry fucking him with a sluicing movement of her hips. Next thing she knew Toni had moved in close and was kissing the sharp, beautiful defined curves of her ass with wet little pecks.

The only sound in the room was of three people breathing heavily and ice melting. There was something about the red sequined G-string, the tawdry flash of it against the skin, the way it slashed between her legs up the crack of her ass that was rolling with a piston like precision that had Toni turned on like she had never been turned on before. She inserted her hand between Tina and Edgar's pounding cock and squeezed it, feeling it fill her hand beyond capacity.

She parted the cheeks of Tina's ass and started licking at her heavily perfumed hole feverishly; her tongue slipping into the warm, dark space and moving forcefully as far up as it and she could go. "Ooohhh!" she heard Tina gasp with pleasure, then move onto her hungry mouth, welcoming it and its offering. Edgar opened his eyes and sneaked a furtive glance at what was going down right there on the couch of his hotel suite in New York City. On his lap dry fucking him towards an early climax was a blonde crazy eyed stripper with a body like a pocket sized Venus wearing a red G-string. She was getting a rim job from an equally beautiful piece of ass who gave head like no one else who had ever sucked him off; and that was living he told himself as he looked at Tina's face-her head stretched back and her mouth twisted with pleasure, her eyes shut tight, her tits staring him straight in the face. He slipped one finger under her G-string and it came out wet and warm and smelling of some strange perfume that he had never smelled before.

"I can't stand it!" Tina growled as Toni's tongue continued exploring her asshole and Edgar's finger moved between her legs forcefully. She extricated herself from the two of them with a massive show of effort and almost fell ass backwards over the low table behind her and onto the floor. Edgar caught her hand just before-she spilled over, fighting for balance.

"Careful there girl," he said, his cock beating like a whale's heart between his legs. Toni suddenly found her mouth on the clothed bulge of Edgar's prick.

"Let's go inside," Tina panted as she attempted to step out of her G-string, hopping from one foot to the other in an insane little dance.

She was on the enormous king size bed as Toni and Edgar moved through the door both tearing at the confines of their clothes in a frenzy to get at her. She grinned and ran her hands over her hot crotch and flung the G-string against a chair and spread her legs. They were like two animals in a frantic rush to get at her and make some claim to any available orifice. Toni was there first; she slapped her mouth onto Tina's shaved crotch and began sucking at it delicately-rolling it between her lips and stabbing her nose at it in confirmation that it was after all, there and alive.

When Edgar's jumbo sized cock slid without further ado up her own cunt, Toni gasped and then settled down onto it, pumping backwards as it moved its way into and through her. Tina lay there-legs as far apart as she could manage and took it all in. She clamped her thighs around Toni's head, violently attempting to suck her into her cunt and keep her there. She watched with eyes half shut as the guy with the big dick proceeded to fuck Toni dog style, banging away like he was beating a rug on cleaning day.

Between the wetness and aroma of Tina's gaping cunt with its shaved exterior and the cock that was ramming her silly Toni thought she would die from excitement. Tina's hands went through her hair and down her neck and onto her tits where they pinched at the nipples in hard, almost painful tweaks. "Hey you!" she snarled at Edgar who stopped pumping on command and looked at her in open mouthed befuddlement. "Stick that big prick in me for awhile will ya."

She eased Toni's head from between her legs made Edgar lie on his back and turned her ass towards him and straddled his cock while she directed Toni to take a position at the foot of the bed so she could suck her pussy while getting fucked from behind just like Toni had done. Toni started moaning and groaning uncontrollably as Tina's mouth lanced into her cunt. "So this is it!" flashed across her mind as her clit was licked into a state of erection, as her cunt began to gurgle and turn wet and soppy. She forced her legs wide open and thrust her cunt at Tina who was running her nails hard and fast up and down her thighs and over her stomach, causing Toni's skin to buckle into visible ridges of goosebumps.

As he banged away, fucking her with every ounce of strength he had, Edgar thought to himself it was a bit like sticking his cock out the window; so wide and accommodating was her pussy. At the same time she worked the muscles of her cunt down onto his thick length so that he knew she was there. It was a sensation he enjoyed. Not too many women could take him like this, especially tiny things like Tina.

She might have a loose cunt but it didn't stop Tina from feeling every inch of him. Her hole was dripping with Juice and it dripped more and more as she lapped away at Toni's cunt and she threw her rear end backwards to meet the powerful jabs of the big guy from Texas. "Fuuuuck meeeh!" she purred into Toni's cunt as her lips brushed against her soaking muff.

Edgar Lewis felt his come bursting through the slit of his swollen prick and smiled like a stuffed pig as the sperm spat into Tina's cunt. She felt his warmth filling her up and her ass wiggled like a puppy's tail in an attempt to extract every last drop from him. She smiled into the void of Toni's cunt as she felt the thick, hot juice backing out her cunt and trickling down her thighs. Exhausted, Edgar pulled out and crashed into the headboard with his eyes riveted on Tina's backside dripping his jism, sucking on Toni's cunt. His erection started dying in stages, nodding downward like a fatigued snake; a final drop of white glue forming at the end of his cock before it soaked into the beige bedspread.

Tina swung her ass around and dropped her soaking, streaming cunt onto Toni's mouth. Toni went for her snatch and got a mouthful of male come mingled with Tina's own particular blend of love juice. She drank it all down like a much needed restorative. They dug into each other's cunts until they both climaxed. Neither one of them saw Edgar Lewis pull himself from the bed making a beeline for the bar with a wide smile on his face.

When Toni came to she could hear the slap of wind and rain against the windows and muffled sounds coming from the outer room of the hotel suite. Groggily she brought herself to her feet and staggered towards the crack of light on the other side of the room. When she looked out, her eyes blinking spastically as they adjusted to the light, she saw Edgar sprawling obscenely in an armchair with Tina down on all fours between his legs sucking him off. Edgar's eyes were shut and it wasn't until Toni was on top of them that he realized she was there. He looked up at her and winked. "Fix yourself a drink baby, and come join the party." Tina went on sucking, oblivious to everything.

She went into the bathroom and washed her face, scrubbing the tips of her hair that had dried come sticking them together, she washed off her cunt and under her arms and rinsed her mouth out with Listerine. She squirted some Visine into her eyes and blinked before finally looking into the mirror. When she went back into the room and poured herself a coke, Tina was still at it.

She had Edgar's entire cock stuffed into her mouth and she was jerking her head up and down as she ran her fingers along the inside of his thighs and around the pouch of his balls. She was gurgling and humming and moving her head in so many directions that Toni was certain she was going to have one fuck of a headache. She lit a cigarette and moved in closer.

Tina released her oral hammerlock and came up panting for air. But not for long. Edgar's cock was pointing directly at her and she grabbed at it like a sandwich being offered a starving man and proceeded to rub her face with it. She ran it down the length of her throat and back up along the perimeter of her mouth and over the bridge of her nose and up and across her forehead and along her disheveled hair line down between her eyes off the tip of her nose and over her angel's cleft into her gasping mouth. She sucked his entire cock in a long, meaty guzzle and then spit it out again before she started in again.

She looked up for a second, saw Toni and smiled feebly. She looked completely different to Toni; wild and very drunk and a bit frightening. She was looking at her but somehow didn't see her; her eyes going straight through her. Tina stretched and arched her back and slid her two hands down Edgar's wet cock and leaned in close and started rubbing his big, plum colored dork against her breasts and over her nipples and down her stomach. She squatted and raised herself several inches off the floor and rubbed the tip of his cock against the outer lips of her naked cunt before dropping down again on all fours and inhaling his prick in one long gulp.

Toni stood there with her drink in her hand gaping in disbelief. Was this the same Tina that only hours ago had professed to despising men with a burning hatred? It looked like it. For a second Toni was overcome with jealousy. She thought she was the best blow job in town but from the look on Edgar's face she could see that wasn't the case. From the way Tina was going at it in such a crazed frenzy she could see she had a long way to go. She watched as Tina continued to drive herself around the twist with. Edgar Lewis' cock…

The strange, animal like sounds continued to break from Tina's throat in a continuous stream, She was muttering and half singing to herself; some barbaric and primitive chant known only to herself. She spit out a gob of saliva and continued massaging his cock between her cupped hands, She moved in very close to him and slid his prick between her tits and then pushed them together creating an orifice from her chest; then she moved back and forth along the stretch of his cock and leaned backwards like she was about to go under a limbo stick. She moved her head forward and with his prick still lodged securely between her breasts she moved him into her mouth and started licking and sucking at him in a renewed burst of energy.

Then Tina blew him out of her mouth and shoved his cock under her arm and squeezed hard. He groaned and twisted in his chair; groans of a man in ecstasy. She slid him out from under her arm and bounced up and spread her cunt wide open and dropped down onto him and started humping him like a motor had been turned

on inside her. He lay there and took it. Ton! came out of her trance only when she felt the cigarette she had lit singe the tips of her fingers. She jumped back and dropped it on the floor where it lay smoldering for a second before she sloshed half her coke over it.

Tina was fucking Edgar's cock the way she rattled through her routine; with a vengeance that had every fiber in her body going flat out. She stabbed at his prick with a volcanic fury that threatened to wrench it right from between his legs. Toni had never seen or imagined anything like it and her supposition that Tina was dynamite in bed proved to be the understatement of the month. Her ass was flailing away at a speed that made Toni dizzy; what it was doing to Edgar she couldn't imagine.

Without warning she came to a stop, breathing heavily, her hips cutting tiny little circles, whirling away with only a hint of movement. She lifted her body off his cock and brushed her cunt against his face-rudely and a bit viciously Toni thought. She was panting from the exertion of her tornado-like fuck but she was still jacked up and apparently insatiable. When Toni caught the look in her eyes she stepped back three feet and thought about getting a drink.

"How you doin' baby?" Tina asked her.

"How are you doing is more like it?" Toni came back, the highball glass half full of scotch unable to take her eyes from Tina's body swathed in sweat. Tina nodded an "OK", turned her back to Edgar, reached under her crotch and grasped his cock and then stalled working it up her ass like a cork screw. Toni's mouth dropped open in awe.

The idea of being screwed up the ass was something she had never thought of doing; it seemed at best unpleasant and potentially painful-something only fags did with each other. But from the look on Tina's face it was neither painful nor unpleasant. Tina bent over and placed her hands on her thighs and shook her ass in a rapid fire shimmy that had Edgar holding onto the arms of the chair with his knuckles turning white and his face plastered into a mask of delight.

Tina started playing with her clitoris while she kept up this pace and the comers of her mouth stretched downwards like elastic. Her hair looked like an owl had nested in it for an entire season and then passed on. Her eye makeup was running heavily and her painted mouth was rubbed over most of her face. For all of this she looked truly beautiful to Toni. Toni thought how her mouth had felt on her cunt, the way her body had moved over hers, the taste of her kisses. She crossed her legs and drank her scotch.

Tina suddenly stopped ramming Edgar's cock up her ass and eased it out of her. Without pausing she squatted down and shoved eight inches of it up her twat and started fucking it all over again. That's what Toni noticed most; she was fucking his cock and not him-as if he noticed-as though he gave a shit. Tina was in a lather, the

sound of her stomach slamming into Edgar's white hairless belly conjured up visions of soft fruit being hurled against a wall, hitting with a splat.

Again Tina stopped and removed his cock from her cunt and kneeled down and started sucking on him with a loud, slurping noise. She jerked her head backwards and teased the rip of his prick with her tongue before sliding her mouth down its entire length, puffing her cheeks out like a hamster as she huffed and puffed and took him into her throat. "Gaaawwdd daaamn I'm gonna cooooomeu!" Edgar grunted between compressed lips as if Tina couldn't tell. Her oral rampage increased in intensity.

Tina grasped onto his prick at the base of his balls with her left hand and started pumping him violently, his saliva drenched tool spraying drops of wet all over his thighs, while her mouth sucked violently, challenging him to violate her mouth, her lips, her throat. She caught the first salvo of come on the roof of her mouth and slapped her tongue back to stop it from pouring down her throat, moving fast she slid her head back and extended her tongue so it covered the underside of his prick like a blanket.

Toni watched with profound fascination as the thick, creamy bursts of sperm rolled through the slit of Edgar's cock onto Tina's waiting tongue. Her hand pulled hard on his prick like she was pulling a cow's udder and moved him out of her mouth and directed his prick over her forehead where it continued to shoot its load violently onto her face. She slammed it downwards so that it spurted across her sweat soaked tits. Toni wondered how much more come the guy had left in him because it didn't look as if he was about to quit.

She cupped his spurting cock with both hands now and again drew it into her mouth while it continued to heave forth a prolific cascade of come. Toni could see Tina's throat swallowing hard and fast as Edgar's body bucked from side to side in the arm chair as his orgasm tore through him. When she removed his prick from her mouth it was still oozing sperm. With a sigh Tina settled back on her haunches with her left hand still pulling on his pud she started wiping his jism over her face and chest like she was applying an exquisite night cream. "I like that," was all she said before bending over and taking his prick again into her mouth to milk the very last drops from it.

"ChristI" Toni gasped from behind the bar downing the remainder of her scotch mechanically. She felt very weird as the liquor burned the lining of her throat and lit her stomach up with its fire; she had never seen a woman go at sex like Tina just had. It scared her and excited her at the same time. Edgar's body was twitching like a chicken in its death throes as Tina continued to suck his prick dry. The veins in her ass were clearly visible through the delicate, transparent skin Toni noticed.

When it was over and the last drop of sperm had trickled down her throat Tina collapsed backwards onto the floor and was very quiet; the rise and fall of her

breasts were the only indication that she was still breathing. Edgar gathered his deflated cock and balls into his hands and with a wink and a nod at Toni he walked into the bathroom.

Toni kneeled down beside Tina and stroked her matted hair. "Are you all right Tina, huh baby are you ok?" she asked alarmed at the way she was lying there like a sack of dead meat. Tina wasn't moving. Toni shook her by the shoulder and slapped her face lightly, Tina's eyes blinked open and she smiled up at Toni, flecks of saliva stretching like cobwebs at the corners of her mouth. "Hey is everything ok?" she repeated. Tina smiled feebly and tried to move her head but decided it was easier just to blink her eyes.

Toni tried lifting her but she wasn't strong enough. "Hey Edgar, come in here and give me a hand!" she shouted through the door. Edgar feeling like the million and a half he had stashed in the bank walked into the room wiping his balls off with a towel and scratching his head at the same time.

"Say what's the matter with your friend?" he said looking down at Tina.

"Nothing, I hope. Come on help me get her onto the bed." Edgar pushed Toni's efforts aside with a wave of his hand and lifted Tina like a feather and hauled into the bedroom where he put her on the bed and covered her with a single sheet.

"Do you think something's the matter with her?" Toni said, suddenly frightened and apprehensive.

"Naw she's just fucked out that's all. Ill get her some Brandy and she'll be OK," he told her. The minute they raised her head and liquor crossed her lips her eyes opened in stages, like a torn curtain pulling back, uncertain of what it would reveal.

"How do you feel?" Toni asked, her voice cracking with concern.

"Wheeew!" Tina exhaled.

"See, I told y'a she's all right," Edgar said his mouth moving like he was chewing tobacco.

"I'm OK Toni. Gimme some more of that Brandy though." She drank it down in a single gulp and handed Edgar the glass and motioned that she wanted more. He bobbed his head and refilled the snifter. "That's better," Tina said stretching her body out full length. She looked at Edgar standing there scratching himself in various places and then over at Toni. She reached up and grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. "Hey how about leaving us alone for awhile friend," she said to Edgar who replied with a shrug and turned his ass to her face and walked out of the room. "Hey, get into bed with me," Tina said patting the mattress and moving over. Toni slipped under the sheet and allowed Tina to cradle her head and smooth her hair like she

was the one who needed comforting. Twenty minutes later when Edgar stuck his head through the door he found both girls in a dead sleep, wrapped around each other, smiling softly. He tiptoed across the room and turned the light off.

Toni saw a lot of Tina after that night. She found it very hard to stay away. Their tryst with Edgar Lewis kept running over and over in her mind; the look on Tina's face when she was fucking him, the way her body moved on his cock, the sheer ferocity with which she had attacked the evening and burned herself out, flickering like a gutted candle. It was a lot for Toni to absorb since she considered herself to be an exceptionally sexual person and more aggressive than passive in her relationships, however fleeting they might have been.

Tina was the better-for Toni's company. She stopped taking the vast quantities of pills she had been throwing down her throat daily and eased up on her drinking. She saw to it that she got more sleep and ate intelligently for the first time in a long time. Toni tried and almost succeeded in talking her into going back to her natural hair color which was dark brown, but at the last minute Tina just couldn't follow through; "Right now I see myself like this," Tina said looking into the mirror and arranging her helmet of teased and bleached locks "and that's the way I'm going to stay."

Tina's streak of depression seemed to be lessening and this made Toni happy. She felt like a therapist making a major breakthrough with a difficult patient. They started going to a gymnastic class together every Wednesday and arranged to have this afternoon always open so they could take in a movie and dinner afterwards. Tina was always after Toni to move in with her and on more than one occasion she almost said yes.

Tina had a two bedroom apartment with fifteen foot high ceilings on the upper West side and a cat named Siam. One Friday night after her last show at the Tampa Lounge, Toni took a cab to Tina's. Dinner was on the table when she got there. "See I can cook too," she said proudly as she served up a fluffy and quite perfect Spanish omelet following a delicious Gazpacho soup.

"I'll say," Toni said with her mouth full. Over coffee they smoked a joint and sipped Brandy.

"Would you like to see some movies?" Tina asked with a strange smile. "Movies? You feel like going to a movie now?" "No silly, I mean right here." "You mean home movies?"

"Well kind of… "

"Kind of like what?"

"Pornies, fuck and suck films starring yours truly."

Tina went into the next room and brought out a movie projector and threaded a reel of 8mm film through the sprockets. "OK hit the lights and sit back. Popcorn?" Toni laughed and lit a cigarette and looked at the blank wall with interest as the film began

to roll.

"She's into a lot of funny stuff," she thought to herself as a grainy and slightly blurred image of Tina burst into view on the wall.

"Focus!" Tina yelled and fiddled with a knob bringing herself in to focus.

It was a much younger Tina that flashed there in the darkened apartment in the hard, brittle colors of 8mm splendor. The camera was set on her face in a tight close up. Her hair seemed even more bleached and straw like then it did now and her eye makeup was on a bit crooked. Her lipstick looked almost purple and a bit comical. As the camera pulled back slowly her beautiful tits came into view. It stayed there for a second before she flashed a smile and waved with her hand.

She was sitting on a straight back chair and she was completely naked. From a doorway a skinny kid with pimples and a very white body walked into the room. He had a hard-on and when Tina turned and saw him she gave a mock start of shock. He walked up to her and shoved his cock into her face. She turned slightly with her eyes still on the camera and started sucking him off. He poked his prick roughly in and out of her mouth and massaged the top of her head.

The camera zoomed in to a tight close up of his cock in her mouth. She smiled. Another cock suddenly flashed into view over her right shoulder and poked her arms. She slid her mouth off his prick and looked to her right to find the other member staring her in the face. Again she popped her eyes open in amazement and shook her head is disbelief. A hand reached down and fondled her left tit. Then she started sucking on the newly arrived penis. Every four seconds she spit out one cock and started sucking the other in a relay.

A man's ass flashed into the eye of the camera and was seen twitching blotting out the dual blow job. The frame cut to Tina with the guys head between her legs eating her out while she continued to suck away. While she was sucking on one guy she jerked the other one off with her hand. The lights kept going in and out as the exposure faltered. Toni watched breathlessly.

The next shot had Tina on all fours on a large oval kitchen table. One guy had an apron on with a hole cut out with his cock sticking through. She was sucking him off while from behind the guy who had been eating her out was working a huge black

vibrator up her cunt and playing with himself. A cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth.

Tina's ass was squirming in wide circles as the vibrator whirred inside her. The camera panned in close showing her glistening cunt. She was un-shaved. It lingered for a few seconds and to Toni it looked like some moist and very obscene wound. Next the guy with the cigarette in his mouth pulled out another vibrator. This one was pink. He turned this one on with a great flourish for the camera while the other one remained whirring away and protruding from her pussy. He rubbed the tip of it over a block that was marked in blue letters lard'. Then he shoved it up her ass, thick jets of smoke streaming from his nose.

The camera was in close on Tina's mouth as she slurped and sucked on a stiff and heavily veined cock. Another organ cut into view and when she saw this she blinked in rapid succession and stuck her finger into the side of her mouth and stretched it to a grotesque width. The camera moved awkwardly in to show her with two cocks in her mouth and sweat on her forehead. She had no trouble manipulating them both.

When the camera pulled back for a wide birds' eye view of the scene she was getting fucked from behind by the guy who had been operating the vibrators and smoking with such an air of abandon. Toni felt her stomach twist a bit as she sat there with these images flickering over her eyes and couldn't bring herself to look directly at Tina though she was curious to see how she was reacting to all of this.

Tina sat impassively viewing her younger self being violated from a variety of angles; her eyes shifting continuously between the film and Toni's face. She could see that the movie was doing things to her that weren't completely agreeable. She glimpsed at the film running through the projector and saw that it was almost finished. 'Watch this!" she blurted out. Toni shifted in her chair wondering what else there was to watch.

Framed tightly, Tina's mouth suddenly started to ooze a stream of come; the sperm from the two cocks that had climaxed in her mouth backed up and over the two organs and poured down her chin onto her throat. Her eyes were burning with some strange fire as the come continued to streak over her rubber-like lips. The last shot was a cock coming out of her cunt and exploding over the cheeks of her ass. END flashed briefly on the wall and the room plunged into darkness.

"Well what did you think of my acting debut?" she asked.

"Not much," Toni said flatly.

"Oh you haven't seen anything… "

"You mean there's more?" Toni asked groping for a cigarette.

"Sure. I haven't seen this stuff in a long time. Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Umm it's kind of weird to tell you the truth. I don't mind doing it but seeing it like that makes it, umm… "

"Ugly?"

"Yeah that's the word I was looking for. Don't you think so?"

"Not to me. I like looking at this kind of shit but if it's bothering you I won't show you anymore."

The way she said it told Toni the best thing to say was, "No, no go on. I'm curious. Why did you do it? Was the money good?"

"I did it for kicks sweetie."

"You mean you didn't get paid?"

"Oh sure, ten dollars but it wasn't the money."

"You really enjoyed it?"

"At the time."

"And looking at it now?"

"I already told you that I like pornie flicks."

"To tell you the truth this is the first time I've ever seen one."

"So what could be better than seeing your old pal Tina going at it in living color?"

She didn't say anything to this. Whatever reason Tina had for showing her these films obviously constituted part of her problem which Toni didn't feel like getting into; it was late and she was tired. At that moment Toni knew Tina was doomed to spend the rest of her life stripping in the toilets of Eight avenue; taking her clothes off and flashing her tits and ass and snatch at a lot of slobs and lost souls who had as little respect for her as she had for them. Tina hated life and herself and from that nothing worth while could ever spring. Somehow it seemed useless telling her these things.

The next cinematic classic that broke before their eyes showed Tina on a bed covered in bright red stripes, with red wallpaper and two enormous red lamps flanking the garishly canopied bed. An imitation brass bed frame gave the illusion of being shot through a bird cage.

Tina was top fucking some kid while another one was fucking her up the ass from behind. A third member of the party was standing at the foot of the bed getting his joint copped by Tina. It droned on monotonously for several minutes, Then everyone changed positions. Tina was now sitting on top of one guy with his cock up her ass while she was being fucked from the front. The third 'actor' had vanished.

He reappeared moments later with his cock waving in the wind motioning for a fourth party to enter the room. There were now four stiff pricks Tina had to deal with. She smiled woodenly as the two clowns banged away at her at top speed. Managing a yoga-like dexterity she leaned backwards and inhaled a cock into her mouth and sucked greedily at her newly acquired mouthful. The fourth guy leaned over and started sucking on her tit.

After several minutes of this everyone pulled out of her various orifices and Tina dropped to the floor looking up like a bird waiting for its mother to drop a worm into its mouth. Toni knew that the mandatory come shot was about to follow. The camera moved jerkily in and onto the bed looking down at Tina with four cocks hovering above her.

Tina's head moved up and her mouth flopped open. Her tongue was an unnatural red and the display of cocks seemed almost black in the crude lighting of the 8mm film. By some miracle all four climaxes came at once. Tina's mouth was right there to drink them all down. The come exploded over her face in a nauseating stream that looked like she was being drowned in heavy cream. It splattered her eyelids and her nose, drenched her hair tumbled onto her tongue. The single criterion for the participants in this erotic epic must have been that they saved their jism up for a week before walking in front of the cameras.

It seemed like they came for five minutes straight. Tina had her face positioned like she was thrusting it under a hose on a boiling hot summers day. The look of ecstasy on her face however was not put on-genuine it was. As the last cock spurted downwards the camera panned in on Tina's saturated face. She looked like she had been hit with a pie; her features were blurred and ghostlike under the thick film of sperm-and she was smiling.

Her large tongue darted from her mouth and licked the streaming goo from her upper lip. She wiped her face with her hands and spread her fingers for the camera-they were webbed with come. Methodically she lapped at it, sucking it from the palm of her right hand. She looked like she was having a marvelous time. The last frame had two flaccid cocks framing her head. Her eyes swung back and forth between them before she started in sucking on the one that brushed her right shoulder.

"That one was a lot better than the first don't you think baby?" Tina asked soliciting an opinion from Toni.

"Depends how you look at it, I suppose. Weren't you afraid of contracting some kind of disease with all those guys?"

"To tell you the truth I didn't give it a thought. That was filmed in the apartment of this pimp down in the village. That was his hobby-making home movies. This was one of his first. He used to get everyone jacked up on Cocaine and then turn them loose. He started getting into some pretty weird stuff. I fucked that guy for a year."

"Yeah."

"Sure, it was free Coke for twelve months running." "Is that why you made it with him?" "Can you think of any other reason?"

"Not if you can't. What was it like sucking all those guys off at once?" "Kind of all right I guess. As you could see I had a hell of a load to swallow." "You seemed to manage." "Oh it doesn't take much."

"Weren't you worried that those films might get into the wrong hands, like the police?"

"Shit no. What would they do with them? Jerk themselves off and then go for a cup of coffee. I was busted once with a lid of grass and a bottle with three hundred days and you know what happened?"

"What?"

"I give the guy a blow Job like he's never had before and he lets me go, that's all."

"How many guys do you figure you've made it with up 'til now?"

"Oh honey I lost count by the time I was seventeen. There must have been thousands."

"And chicks?"

"I'm trying to even the score up there. Chicks are where its at. I mean a little cock now and then is all right but I'm bored with all those wrinkled balls. Hike tits and cunt these days."

Toni stood up and stretched. "Are you working tomorrow?" Tina asked turning on the lights.

"Yup," Tina turned the flame on under the coffee pot and Toni looked at her back and wondered what it must be like to live inside that body, that brain. At that moment she was very glad to be herself.

"Are you sleeping over tonight Toni?" Tina's question was a plea. "You want me to?" "You know I do." "Then I will."

After coffee, cake and a joint they showered and went to bed. Tina made love to Toni the way she always did-passionately, almost violent in her intensity as if it was always the last time-her last day on earth. Just before Tina brought her to orgasm Toni thought of that strange vision of her cast upon the wall; with sperm splattered all over her face and she shuddered for reasons she couldn't quite understand.

"There's a guy who wants to see you at table number six Toni," the bartender told her as she was drying her sweating body off after her afternoon act on Monday. "Says he's some kind of a talent scout or something."

"Thanks babe," she said slipping out of her soaking go-go outfit and into a fresh pair o? underpants.

The guy at table number six was dressed a bit like Fred Astaire and as equally dapper in his manner. Smoothing his silver gray hair at the temples with a well manicured hand he pulled out a chair for Toni and introduced himself. "My name is Ashton, Miss Corbin, Gregory Ashton and I'm a talent coordinator for several hotels in Las Vegas which is to say," he said with a pause and a flash of pearly white teeth through his Nevada tan. "a glorified talent scout of sorts. I'm here in York recruiting girls for a revue at the Tropicana opening this spring. You have heard of the Tropicana?"

"Oh yes."

"Very good. Well to continue, I caught your act just now and I'm terribly impressed with your work. I mean you are fabulously talented. I hope you realize that." The compliment was absorbed and accepted with a smile.

"I work hard at it."

"I can see that. Is this the only… " he stopped and looked around at the Tampa Lounge reaching for the appropriate word, "club you work at?"

"This is my steady. I do a lot of free lance stuff in between, bars and clubs on the Island and some of the burlesque houses here in town."

"I see. Well I'm hoping to interest you, that is convince you to come to Las Vegas. Rehearsals start in a week and you will receive a six month contract with full medical coverage, room and board for the first three weeks, your air fare and a guaranteed take home salary of two hundred and fifty dollars with a pending increase after the first three months."

"I'm interested!" Toni twitched in her chair, her eyes lighting up. "But tell me something Mr. Ashton… "

"Yes."

"Is this for real? I mean are you legitimate. You know a lot of guys come in here with all kinds of stories and after a while some of die come ons get pretty… "

"Please! My dear girl, I understand perfectly and I know just what you're talking about," he interjected, soothing her fears and tapping his highball glass with a lacquered finger, his ring sparkling like a cat's eye in the dimly lit club. "If you'll be at this address tomorrow morning at eleven," he said handing her a business card with embossed lettering with a Park Avenue address, "you will be presented with a contract which you are free to show to your lawyer and I will explain all the details to you. I come to New York once a year on these missions and this is my eighth year, and to be quite frank with you, I've never used my position of," he hesitated at the next word which was "power, uh to swing any kind of, well you understand. It's just not my style."

"Well that's a relief and yes be there at eleven. Just try keeping me away."

"I wouldn't think of it. A pleasure," he said extending his hand, "a real pleasure. Until tomorrow."

Gregory Ashton was for real. So was the address on his business card with the Park Avenue address. So was the six month contract with full medical coverage, room and board for the first three weeks plus air fare and a guaranteed take home salary of two hundred and fifty dollars a week. Toni signed on the dotted line.

There were half a dozen girls of assorted sizes, colors, talent and dispositions at the baggage check-in counter of the TWA flight to Vegas the following week. It was a cold, sunny day in March and the terminal was jammed.

"I hope this flight isn't delayed."

"They better put us up a nice place."

"I can't stand heat-wet or dry."

"Vegas is the place to get a rich husband."

"My legs are killing me."

"Do you have enough cigarettes?"

The flight left on time. Toni sat next to a six-foot black girl from Arkansas with a wide and very beautiful face with a fall that reached down to her ass. Her skirt was so short and so tight that her underpants flashed visibly every time she moved. "Honey," she confessed, "I don't know about you but I hate flyin'." Toni watched as she gulped three tranquilizers. "Why I almost took a train but at the last minute decided-fuck it! I'll try and overcome my fear but right now," she said looking out the window. "I don't seem to be doin" a very good job of it. Do you think we're goin' to meet some real nice men?"

"I hope so."

"Me too 'cause you know somethin'?"

"What's that?"

"I sure could use some. I ain't had nothin' but the worst of luck with men this past year. Why my last beau beat me so bad that if I wasn't this gorgeous mahogany color that I am I would never have gotten this job. I mean I was black and blue. You know all over my thighs," she grimaced her hand touching the place where the lash had fallen the hardest. Her eyes rolled upwards in her head expressing the pain she had to endure at the hands of her last beau.

"I've never been hit by a man in my life." Toni said with some pride. "If a man ever laid a hand on me that would be it for him. I mean I just wouldn't put up with that kind of shit. How can you have any feeling for a guy after he belts you? I mean, doesn't it make you scared?"

"Well babe, I guess I'm just a bit different. When I wasn't gettin' whipped I was getting loved something fierce and that seemed to make up for it, but now that I think about it maybe you're right."

"I know I'm right and no two ways about it."

"Where was you working before they signed you up?"

"The Tampa Lounge, the Metropole, the parlors-around."

"Oh I know the Tampa. Yeah I was moving around some myself. That Ashton feller seemed all right and I'll tell you something," she said moving closer to Toni, "I had to fuck him to get the job but honey, I would have fucked the entire US fleet to get this job in Vegas."

"It's just net my style," Gregory Ashton's words came back at Toni. "Why that dirty prick!" she snapped under her breath.

"Hey look what are you going to do. If that's what needs to be done to dance in Vegas, I figures it could be a lot worse-a whole lot worse."

It was a champagne flight. Lunch was served up and the bubbly flowed from within ten minutes after the 'No Smoking' sign flashed off until just before it came back on. Toni was feeling very mellow sitting there next to this warm, gorgeous black creature with the long legs, the sun burning pleasantly at the right side of her face as the plane moved closer to Las Vegas, Nevada.

"You know the trouble with all these goddamn choreographers is that there all a bunch of nasty, bitchy old fags!" Toni heard one of the girls whining. "I mean it's just impossible to find a straight one among them. I'm beginning to think there isn't a real man left in the world. And just wait until you meet some of the male dancers in the show. Gorgeous, but fruity as a Christmas cake!"

"Well are you going to Vegas to dance or get laid?" her friend asked her.

"Both."

"Sweetheart, let me tell you something. If you don't know by now that that's the way it's always been and that's the way it's always going to be, then you are in for a big letdown."

"Maybe I am, but I still don't have to like it." "Who said anything about liking it?"

Rehearsals began the following afternoon and the revue was a lot bigger than Toni had anticipated. She counted at least twenty five other girls and their faces passed over her in a confusing blur as they all rattled off their names to the head choreographer and his assistant. It only took her one time around to get each of the four separate routines they had to go through. Vinny, who ran them through their paces picked up on this right away and said to Toni as she was smoking a cigarette during their fifteen minute break, "Thank heavens you're here!" She smiled at him

knowing exactly what he meant. Most of the girls really thought of themselves as dancers, but in reality most of them were just gorgeous hunks of womanhood.

Eight days later Toni met Lisa Williams under circumstances both of them remembered for a long time to come.

"Jesus the years have slipped by."

"I know, don't remind me," Lisa said prying her burning body from her towel and slipping into the water gasping as she made contact.

"Cold?"

"No, but I'm awfully hot!" She could swim like a dolphin, Toni noticed. With her long powerful strokes she covered the length of the pool and made a perfect underwater turn that placed her midway back from "where she started before she came up for air.

"Do you feel like taking in a movie tonight or doing anything special?" Lisa asked floating on her back and looking like she was being buoyed by her tits that emerged from the water like two islands in the Pacific.

"I'm flexible."

"You always were."

"Say, are you still as crazy about Monopoly as you were Lisa?"

"To tell you the truth, I can't stand the fucking game anymore. I like action games as opposed to head games. I'm getting a pool table next week that's a real beaut and I've got a ping pong table folded up inside if you feel like a game, but I've gotten heavily into electronics in the past couple of years and that's how I pass many an evening."

"Electronics?!? A girl interested in electronics! What kind of electronics? Like computers?"

"I'll show you after we've had something to eat and drink. I think I've had enough sun for one day."

"Me too. If I'm not careful I'll be on my way to a third degree burn."

They both moved inside leaving a trail of wet footprints on the burning flagstone patio, their beautiful asses undulating in perfect time to each other. The air conditioned cool interior was welcome to them.

"So what's this electronics trip you were talking about? I'm dying of curiosity," Toni said and she was.

"This way," Lisa said with a sly smile and a wiggle of her finger.

She led Toni into the bedroom and walked to the wall facing her circular bed and pushed a button that Toni hadn't noticed before. Suddenly the smoked and dappled mirror that covered the entire length of the wall began to move upwards and vanished into the hanging, overhead valance. Toni gasped in amazement and sheer wonder at the bank of what looked like four large monitors in a television studio. To the side of the blank screens were five buttons marked on-off, volume, brightness, contrast, horizontal hold and vertical. The panel was all brushed chrome and gleaming like silver in the sun.

Lisa stepped back and with a maternal nod of pride said, "I built it all myself from scratch.

"What is it?!?" Toni pressed, "It looks like something out of Buck Rogers!"

"In a way it is," Lisa said flipping the on-off button. The number one screen lit up and the interior of a room came into view. Sleeping in a bed was a middle aged woman with curlers fringing her head and in the background was a man standing in his underpants with the bathroom door open, brushing his teeth and examining his face closely.

"Where is this? It looks like a motel room."

"It is. My motel and that's what's going on in room number one. Not very interesting. Let's see what's happening in Two."

Lisa left the sleeping woman and the man in the bathroom on the screen but turned the volume down and pushed the second on-off button of the adjoining screen. The room was empty. "Hmm, I don't like that," she said and reached for a large knob on the bottom of the panel and turned it. "Room three."

Room three had something happening. What was happening wasn't exactly clear for several seconds as Lisa fiddled with the fine tuning and contrast knobs. A fat, florid faced man of about fifty with a crew cut sat on the edge of the bed in his underpants and a sleeveless T-shirt furiously smoking a cigarette and gulping liquor from a paper cup. Directly in front of him clad only in panties and a black lace bra was a girl of no more than nineteen.

Between sips on his drink and puffs on his cigarette he pawed her none too delicately; his hands running the length of her body, then resting on her crotch and breasts which he kneaded roughly, shaking his head and muttering into her body. The girl stood perfectly still. "Looks like a hooker and her John," Lisa commented.

"I'd say over half my business is shack-up jobs. Never have any problems with the police and the straights don't seem to know what's going on. Next week there's a convention in town and I'm booked solid." She folded her arms and stepped back.

"You mean to say that you've got those three rooms completely bugged and no one knows about it?" Toni asked incredulously.

"Honey I've got all the rooms bugged and of course no one knows about it. You don't think I'm about to tell anyone do you?"

"But isn't that a bit off Lisa, I mean eavesdropping on people like that?"

"I suppose it is but it's harmless really. I mean I don't tape any of it and at the same time it allows me to see what's going on in my own motel. You can't hold that against me can you. After all I'm just protecting my own property. And some of these people too. I stopped a woman from being murdered in that very room once. A hooker just like that who picked up a real sickie. Just as I tuned in on them he had her down on her knees and was waving this blade at her that looked like a sword. He was out of his fucking mind, impotent and crazed and just ready to work her over. Well we busted in there just before he did any damage and saved her and ourselves a lot of aggravation. Afterwards she asked me how I knew what was going on and I told her it was just good old ESP. Now if I had a murder here that would have been great for business wouldn't it?"

"I see what you mean."

The girl turned her back to the man and walked over to the dresser and opened a bottle of beer from the large, wax ice bucket and took a long drink. She was very heavily made up and her eyes were hooded with boredom and drugs. She fished around in a patent leather handbag and retrieved an Aspirin jar that contained what looked like Tuinol. She took two and lit a cigarette and then walked back to the man, "Show me that cunt of yours," he rasped at her with his sandpaper voice, "Y'a wanna see my cunt huh?" she asked with the cigarette stuck into the side of her mouth, her head tilted back to escape the stream of smoke working its way to her already heavily blurred eyes.

"Yeah that's what I want to see," he said running his hand over his crotch, "and it better smell good too. I don't like no smelly cunts." The girl shrugged and eased herself out of her panties and tossed them onto the bureau. With the beer bottle in her right hand she walked up to him and thrust her pussy against his mouth. He rubbed his lips against it and began to moan softly. She stood there pulling on her beer and giving her head little tosses to remove the hair that was falling about her face.

"And take that goddamn bra off too."

"You take it off for me lover," she said turning her back to him and making a face right into the camera. He fumbled for several seconds before he managed to undo the clasp.

"Nice body she's got." Toni said as her bra tumbled to the floor and she stretched and yawned.

"Umm," Lisa said pulling up two easy chairs.

"Bend over baby and spread your legs," he said and she bent over and spread her legs. He placed his face between the cheeks of her ass and began lapping her noisily. He moved his slobbering mouth between her asshole and her cunt with fitful, jerky bobs of his crew cut head. The girl kept sipping on her beer.

"What a fucking creep," Toni breathed, lighting a cigarette and passing the pack to Lisa. He kept rubbing his hand across his cock as he continued to eat the girl from behind.

"Anything yet?" the girl asked over her shoulder dropping the dog end of her cigarette into the empty beer bottle.

"Shut up," he rasped looking up from her crotch, his mouth dripping. I'll give you somethin' you won't forget, just gimme a minute."

"I hope so," she said and turned her head and looked straight ahead. The expression on her young, debauched face was a blank. "Maybe if you took off your pants it would be easier," the girl offered.

"Yeah maybe you're right."

His huge, bloated body drunkenly dragged itself up from the bed and he pulled at his yellowish jockey shorts. The exertion of this small output of energy had him huffing and panting. He reached for another cigarette and refilled his empty cup. The girl looked at him indifferently; his shriveled, red little cock almost invisible between the blubbery thighs and his overhanging stomach.

"He's in great shape," Toni said laughing.

"Yeah, I think we should call in Charles Atlas immediately," Lisa added. She stood up and went to retrieve the cigarette papers, the marijuana and the Cocaine in the living room.

"Hey, bring some lemonade too while you're at it," Toni called after her.

When she returned with the supplies the girl was down on her knees sucking on his lifeless, puckered dick. "Uhh," Lisa spat, her nose curling up with distaste. The girl

kept her eyes closed and moved him in and out of her mouth in a way that would have made most other men blow up and then burst in minutes flat.

"Poor chick," Toni said, taking a hit on the silver Cocaine spoon.

"See, this is a helluva lot better than television," Lisa said, her eyes glued to the viewing screen.

"Yeah, I like this. I see what you mean. This is fun!" Toni said bending over the Coke spoon again.

In room one the man in the bathroom finished brushing his teeth and blowing his nose then settled down next to his wife and started reading a magazine. In room three the girl was still on her knees sucking away without much success. The man stood over her weaving unsteadily on his feet groping at the top of her head for support. She stopped sucking, looked up at him and said: "Maybe you'd be more comfortable lying down."

He looked at her crookedly, "Yeah that's a good idea,"

He tottered back and his legs bounced comically up off the mattress. He sloppily rearranged the pillows for support and spread his legs open in invitation.

"How gross," Toni said. The girl got onto the bed and and pushed his legs apart and dipped her head over his cock and began guzzling on it. He lay there breathing heavily and pulling at the sheets.

After another five minutes the girl stopped and shook her head. "It's not your day baby. Too much of that," she said her eyes moving to the half empty bottle of Rye next to the bed.

"Wadda y'a mean," he growled without much menace in his voice, "I always get it up! I've never passed on cutting the mustard, you unerstan' that you, you," he fumed taking an ineffective swipe at the girl, his arm crashing into the head board and bouncing down onto his sweating chest, "you bitch! I bought you a steak dinner and grave you seventy five fucking bucks so don't tell me I can't get it up!"

Again the girl shrugged and made a face that said, "What do you want me to do about it?" She started jerking at his cock with her hand with the best action she could work up under the circumstances. It looked like she had a red, sawed off eel in her hand.

"I'm gonna fuck you right now," he said suddenly, his cock giving no indication that he was in any condition to do that. He flailed at the pillows, his arms pumping spastically as he tried to lift the upper part of his body from the bed.

The girl sat back on her haunches and looked at him the smile on her face mixed with outright pity. She knew he was too drunk and fucked up to do her any harm. He swung his legs off the bed and sat still for a moment, his breath coming in alcoholic jabs from deep down inside him. His head lolled like a broken doll.

"Why. don't you have another drink?" the girl suggested lighting a Pall Mall for him and placing it between his moist lips.

"That's a good idea," he said and poured the cup full of Rye down his throat.

As it hit the lining of his stomach and backed up his tubes he expelled a loud, roaring belch that punctuated the silence of the room and made Toni and Lisa laugh until they had to grab their sides from the hilarity of it all.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you like you never been fucked," he said turning to the girl, lurching to his feet. She sat there very relaxed, with her pleasant, thin thighs spread wide open, leaning back with her head tilted up at him, surveying this specimen of human wreckage with a smile on her face. Her tits were perfectly round and tipped with gorgeous, pinkish nipples that stood straight out. His eyes focused on these luscious offerings and inspired him to attempt to move one foot in front of the other.

Just as he was upon her she threw out one leg that hit him squarely in the solar plexus with just enough weight behind it to send him sprawling backwards and around onto the bed. He bounced down like a bale of hay, his arms and legs twitching like an over turned tortoise, trying to hurl an obscenity at her. The girl broke into laughter, her face registering emotion, making her beautiful where only moments before she had been merely drugged and pleasant looking.

Toni and Lisa laughed along with her. As he lifted himself up and made a grab at her chest she poked him again with her foot in the stomach and managed to hold him down with little effort.

"Hey why don't you try and get some sleep," she said.

"Sleep? Sleep! I wanna fuck!" and then his head fell back and his mouth dropped open and almost immediately he began snoring, his lips mouthing some unheard, half finished thought.

The girl poked at his midsection a few times, testing the depth of his alcoholic stupor and then bounced from the bed into the bathroom. She sat on the pot for a long time pissing and then she washed her hands and face and threw the towels onto the floor. She came back into the room without looking at her flopped cut John snoring like a hog and stuck her head in the closet and looked through the drawers.

"Do you think she's going to rob him?" Toni demanded.

"Serves him right if she does, but if she tries it well nail her when she comes out. But I don't think she will because it looks like she came in his car and it's a long walk to town at this time of the day. We'll see."

The girl it appeared was looking for something to do rather than something to steal. But she was in a motel room on the outskirts of Reno with a drunken, passed out fat slob who was old enough to be her father and there was really nothing to do but take a shower and drink some more beer and watch television. That's what she did. She flipped on the color television and opened another bottle of beer and pulled up two chairs, one for her legs and sat back.

"Christ she's young," Toni said.

"They seem to be making them younger every clay. You should see some of the babies that roll in here with those schmucks like that. It makes you want to throw up sometimes and I never had too many scruples about much of anything."

"It's a living." "That's a cop-out."

"She's playing with herself," Toni noticed.

Her hand began working in little circles over her clit while she ran the wet and sweating beer bottle up and down her thigh. She peered down at her chest and then her stomach and arched her leg to see the line it made. Her face registered approval. Then she flexed her other leg.

"She's got those nice skinny thighs," Lisa said and Toni nodded silently. She kept swiveling her attention between her crotch and the television screen and when she noticed her bottle was empty she dropped it on the carpet and slid out of her chair to retrieve a fresh one.

"See what slobs people are," Lisa said.

She washed another Tuinol down with a mouthful of beer and inserted a finger up inside herself. As it went in her face began to soften beautifully. Her tits moved up and down on her chest bobbing provocatively. She took another long hit on her beer and then placed it carefully on the floor.

"She's getting into it now," said Lisa. She spread her legs and jacked the left one up and sunk two fingers inside her cunt while her right hand began playing with her left nipple.

She squeezed at it and twisted it between her fingers then brushed it with the palm of her hand very roughly. Her thumb passed over her clitoris while her other two occupied fingers turned the juice inside her around. Bela Lugosi screamed on the T.V. Her pants were becoming audible above the television set and the background snoring. Her mouth was open and her head was rolling from side to side and her stomach contracted as the effects of her manual manipulation took over.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" asked Toni. They watched in silence as the girl bent over double and crammed her fingers as far up inside herself as they would go. She tried to suck her nipple into her mouth but couldn't make it and settled for licking her chest, She had a very nice tongue.

Her body was twitching in the chair like she had been stabbed. She moved to the edge of it and snapped her legs wide open and dropped her head down, her hair brushing the floor.

"Looks like she's trying to eat herself," Lisa said. "I've tried it," Toni added.

"Who hasn't," Lisa smiled.

The girl pulled her hand out of her crotch for a second and licked at her moistened fingertips, sucking them into her mouth and then blowing them out again.

Then she leaned down and picked up the empty beer bottle and ripped the label that ringed the neck of the bottle off. She placed it between her legs and started to shove it up her cunt, grinding her pelvis down onto it. She gasped and then sighed as her head fell back. She was talking to herself and Lisa craned forward in her seat trying to lip read her words. No luck. She moved the bottle backwards and forwards now very slowly with her right hand while her left one alternated between her breasts and her clitoris. It looked like it was going in and out of her without any visible friction.

She closed her legs tightly and held the bottle like a cock inside her, squeezing hard. Then she grasped it at the base with both hands and snapped her hips against her wrist movement which was becoming progressively stronger, noticeably more aggressive. Her lips were culling and snarling as they latched themselves around a string of silent obscenities. She was having a fantasy that Lisa and Toni wished they could eavesdrop.

"She's going to hurt herself if she's not careful," Toni said. It looked that way. Her thrusts were becoming more savage as she moved closer to her climax. The girl's mouth started moving back and forth slowly, in contrast to the speed with which she was fucking herself, as she simulated a blow job.

"She's probably got a big, fat cunt that could take a whole case of beer," Lisa said.

The girl stuck her fingers in her mouth and rolled them around and then placed her wet fingers between her legs. She dropped to the floor with the bottle still up her cunt and started slicking down her asshole, resting her head on the chair she had used for her legs.

"What is she going to do? Fuck herself up the ass with the other bottle?" Lisa asked, her voice tinged with excitement. Toni was lost in the spectacle and remained silent. That's what she did.

She placed the half empty bottle below her ass and carefully sat on it. She hadn't bothered to remove the label. She groaned loudly as it penetrated her. Bela Lugosi was having a hard time procuring willing bodies for his vile and somewhat strange scientific experiments. She worked the beer bottle up her ass from behind her while her left hand rolled in wide circles at her cunt. She flung her head up with a start and her face seemed to swell the viewing screen with an image of indescribable ecstasy. Her eyes were locked shut and the skin on her face was pulled tightly around the bone structure, sweat touched at her hair line.

Lisa and Toni could see the words forming on her lips, almost feel them being wrenched from deep down in her stomach through her taut thighs; "Yes baby, yes," she seemed to be saying, "I'm coming right now!" Her orgasm passed upwards through her body like a shotgun blast tearing through wood. It rocked her from side to side and seemed to be tearing and pushing outwards at her skin. She was babbling to herself and her torso contorted in a series of twists and turns. She bounced back onto the bottle jammed up her ass and this caused her to buck forward slamming face downwards onto the chair. As she did this the bottle up her cunt sunk in deeper and she jerked backwards in a desperate attempt to escape all that divine pleasure clawing her apart.

Somehow she managed to get the two bottles out from her ass and cunt while she was still climaxing. She was coated in sweat and as the last ripple of her orgasm played itself out she smiled as far and as wide as her mouth would go. Lisa watched with mixed emotions as she knocked the half empty beer bottle over onto the carpet; it dripped sluggishly in spurts against her leg. The exhausted girl collapsed onto her back and blinked at the ceiling several times before she curled up and rocked herself to a standstill.

"Hey, that was something else!" Toni proclaimed jumping out of her chair and placing her nose two inches from the screen looking at the girl on the floor with the beer bottles.

"Yes I must say," Lisa said, snapping out of her trance, "that got me quite hot."

"How on earth did you get into this thing Lisa?" Toni asked still watching the girl twitching convulsively.

"It started out with a ham radio set. Some guy I was seeing was a nut about them and before very long he had me hooked. Then I got bored with it because basically nothing very exciting seemed to ever happen. Just a lot of crackling static and garbage about wave lengths between jerkwater towns. Then I got a video tape machine and started playing around with that. Then one day I just got the idea to see what it would be like to look in on some of my customers. At first I just hooked up one room and believe me it's not all that difficult. I just bought all the components and put them together from a blueprint."

"Incredible."

"The only real tricky part was putting this piece of equipment together and ironing' out the kinks," she said patting her ceiling to floor console. "You're the only other person who has ever seen this thing."

"I'm honored."

"Basically I think I'm a frustrated movie director. This thing cost a lot of money."

"I bet."

"And what it is really is just the same kind of surveillance unit they use in banks and large department stores and places where there's too much going on to check it all out with security guards."

"I'm knocked out and I mean the idea that you would ever get involved and actually do it leaves me speechless."

"Not bad for a girl eh?"

"You said it."

"While we're on our feet do you feel like seeing the rest of the Silver Cactus Motel?" "Of course."

The first thing you saw once you pulled off the highway was the Olympic size swimming pool with its two diving boards jutting up like antennae from the blinding slash of its sparkling water. At the shallow end was a green and red stripped slide for the children and a scattering of aquatic toys and rubber floats. The driveway veered off to the left and deposited the weary traveler at a vibrant pink stucco and log cabin that was the check in desk.

Inside it was decorated with Indian blankets and Frederic Remington prints. The desk itself was a mahogany wonder that had once been the bar in some western saloon. It was blissfully air conditioned with tinted green windows and even with the

blinds drawn against the desert sun the entire room glowed from the superb maintenance of paste wax and elbow grease. A large coke machine stood to the right of the desk with a revolving rack of post cards of Reno and Las Vegas. Behind the desk to the left of the key board were shelves that housed a variety of cigarettes, and magazines.

Lisa showed Toni the back room where a huge ice machine turned out cubes with monotonous regularity by the pound. "That's John out front on the desk," Lisa said jerking her finger over her shoulder at the grizzled, Gabby Hayes type they had just passed. "He's been with me since I started out and he's good as gold. I can trust him with the running of this entire place." Behind the ice machine was a fully stocked kitchen, a bunk bed, easy chair and television set. The bathroom was set off to the right of the small but comfortable back living quarters.

Separate from the check-in cabin were twelve cabins all facing onto the pool, then the motel proper. Lisa showed the one room that had been converted into the maid's quarters. "This is where I lived when I first took over here. I keep two maids and one of them is always on the premises." Toni looked around at her at the well kept room with a wall full of cleaning supplies behind a beaded, hanging curtain. There was a full kitchen and bath, a small living room with a television and two bunk beds.

"And that's about it honey," Lisa said jangling her ring of keys. "There's sixteen rooms all with tile stall showers, air conditioning and color television and when you've seen one motel room you've just about seen them all. "They walked outside and Lisa opened a vacant room and led Toni to the back window. "Have a look," she said pointing to the dense wall of Cactus that separated the motel from her own living quarter's. "Can't see a thing, huh?"

"No you sure can't. That's great. It's like having your very own compound. You see what you want to see and nothing else."

"Of course," Lisa said lifting her shoulders and sticking out her tits-the proud owner of an A One motel.

When they walked out of the room they could see three kids stacked up on the slide preparing to descend into the pool. A man with a Buddha like belly in baggy, plaid shorts was waving a finger at them and saying, "Now you be careful understand?" They shrieked with delight as they zipped down the slide not paying him the slightest bit of attention. Lounging in a deck chair buried behind wrap-a-round sunglasses was a middle aged woman with blonde hair and a good figure sipping at a bottle of coke and smoking a cigarette looking from time to time at a young couple ten feet away from her necking openly and giggling almost as loud as the kids flopping around in the water.

The whole place was bathed in soft sunlight and the kind of tranquility you find only in the desert. Toni stood for several seconds looking up and down the length of the flagstone walk at all the cabins with their brass knockers and hand painted numbers and at the swimming pool and over at the funny looking but quaint log cabin that had a garish but effective neon sign in the shape of a cactus.

"A real nice set up. Lisa, I've got to hand it to you. Makes my little office seem like a drop in the big drink by comparison."

"Well all you need is a small office for what you do right?"

"Yeah, you're right, but there's something about having your own motel that's well, great!"

"To tell you the truth Toni, sometimes I wonder. Business has been good but it's a lot of work holding it together. I've got a good reputation and I'm in tight with the local authorities which makes it, I must admit, a hell of a lot easier but it keeps me jumping. I don't spend all my time hanging around my pool."

Lisa had to look after some bookkeeping for half an hour and Toni walked back to the house, made herself a drink and took it out onto the patio where she hung her feet over the edge of the pool and looked up at the blue glazed, snow capped enormity of Mt. Driscoll, The only sound was of crickets and birds and her own feet moving through water.

Lisa Williams grew up an only, but not unhappy, child in a large comfortable house in Cos Cob, Connecticut. She had everything she wanted and was given more on top of that by her adoring parents. By the age of twelve it was obvious that Lisa was going to be a great beauty; by sixteen there wasn't a doubt about it. From as far back as she could remember Lisa was always the most noticed girl wherever she went; the most sought after, the most desired.

This created problems as well as resolving others. Lisa acquired an extremely elevated opinion of herself that she didn't shake until she was well into her late twenties-after she had seen more of the world than just Cos Cob, Connecticut and found out that she was not the only pea on the pod; that around most corners there was another beauty lurking-younger and capable of many of the same tricks she thought she held an exclusive copyright on. The fact that her parents told her she could have anything she wanted in the world and from the world did nothing to dispel this lofty self image.

To a large extent they were right of course. Lisa's towering, blonde beauty opened many doors for her. She had her pick of the "boys and was forever being told that she was it; that no one could hold a candle to her. She managed to crank herself through high school without ever having a thought of what she was going to do after her father had bought her into college, which she didn't really want to attend. Her

mother couldn't have cared less if her daughter went to college because it was her plan that Lisa should marry a doctor or a lawyer and settle down to raising children and joining the local country club and the easy, sheltered life to which she had become accustomed. That was part of her birthright.

During the last week of her senior year in high school she decided that she wasn't going to go to that college in Vermont come September. "Well what are you going to do?" her father asked when she announced this fact to him.

"Go to California. Hollywood."

"Hollywood!?! And do what? You don't know any people there."

"I'm going with Jeanette and I'll meet people. I'll get a job or something."

"What do you mean, 'or something'?"

"Well how do I know! I'm not there yet am I?"

"And how are you going to get there and what are you going to live on until you get a job?"

Lisa's eyes swung out to the oval driveway with the brand new, powder blue Thunderbird gleaming like some exotic bird of paradise in the afternoon sun; her graduation present from her parents.

"We're driving and I've got a few hundred dollars in my savings account that should hold me over until something comes along."

"But you're only eighteen!" her father protested, the strain of the conversation ripping deep into his face.

"Well, daddy it's about time I started doing something isn't it? After all you're the one who always told me life is too short to waste. Who knows, maybe I'll become an actress."

"An actress!" he barked.

"Yes what's the matter with that? Lots of girls go to Hollywood and do it."

"And lots of girls end up very disappointed with nothing to show for any of it too."

"You don't know until you try do you?"

"Look Lisa," her father was using everything he had to master the panic that was bubbling up from his stomach, "don't you think we should sit down with your mother and talk this over. After all you have been accepted to college, and a very good college at that. Somehow it would be a shame to just toss it aside like that because you've got some half cocked notion about going to Hollywood to become an actress. Sure, OK go to California for a month with Jeanette, she's a very nice girl and your mother and I have always liked her, no objections there. We'd hoped that you'd be spending the summer with us, but since you've decided that that's what you want to do I can't see any harm in it. You're a big girl now and the drive across country would be worthwhile I think but please, I beg you, don't just blot out the idea of going to college altogether."

"But daddy I have thought about this and sure I'll tell mother and we can talk about it but I know what she's going to say and I know that I'm not about to change my mind. College just isn't for me and mother has always said that I needed college like I need to grow another six inches."

"You know very well that that has been a bone of contention with your mother and myself for a good long time now. She thinks that just because you're such a beautiful girl that that's all you need and all there is to it. Well let me tell you something young lady, she's wrong and you are going to find that out. It takes more than a nice figure and a pretty face to get on in this world and you're not going to find the answer to life in Hollywood. That is the absolute truth. You're kidding yourself."

"Maybe I am, but that's what I want to do and you and mother are not going to talk me out of it."

"I'm not trying to talk you out of anything I'm just trying to give you some direction"

This conversation was resumed on and off like a marathon ping pong game; the final score was Lisa and her high school friend Jeanette driving off in her Thunderbird the day after graduation with Lisa's parents standing at the door of their suddenly empty home shaking their heads and waving feebly. "I hope she's going to be all right," her mother sobbed.

"She will, she will, dear," her husband comforted her, "I know my own daughter."

After an uneventful cross country drive that brought them only one flat tire somewhere in Wyoming, Lisa and Jeanette arrived one dusky Friday evening in Hollywood. They checked into a Sunset Strip motel and after a short nap and a shower they went out to eat. At the Hamburg Hamlet they spotted a few well known television and movie personalities, one of whom spotted Lisa and chatted the two girls up; whisking them and their check away when the last coke had been drunk.

In the parking lot the actor said to Lisa, "That's some dusty looking car you've got there," his eye balls tearing at her clinging white shirt and short skirt.

"I told you we just drove across the United States." As they followed behind him in the Thunderbird bursting with excitement, his sleek sports-car wove in and out of the Canyons. Jeanette 'turned to Lisa and said, "It's you he's really interested in so maybe I should take the car back to the motel and you can call me when you want to get back if he doesn't drive you."

Lisa was choked with embarrassment at her friend's candor. Her mind fished frantically for something to say that wouldn't sound foolish but she couldn't manage much beyond, "Oh, come on now you know that's not true and besides I don't want to be up there with him all alone." Jeanette shrugged and they drove the rest of the way in silence.

His house was all palm fronds and pillows on the floor and a big, bouncing English sheep dog that answered to the name of Morris. The lights went out, the candles flickered on and from a hidden speaker soft music creeped forth. "Scotch?" he asked his teeth flashing artificially in the half light.

"Just coke is fine," they said in unison.

When he went into the kitchen for the cokes they looked at each other and started to snicker. Inexperienced perhaps but dumb? No, not Lisa and Jeanette. The cliched situation they found themselves in made them laugh. The way that Blaze Scott ('What a bullshit name', they agreed) was coming on to them was right out of Hollywood B movies, B for bad. When he came back into the room he was dressed in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.

"Going somewhere?" Lisa asked easing their initial shock at seeing this well known beefcake star flaunting his body and his equipment before them like they were a couple of dumb Hollywood starlets.

"Yeah, I thought we'd all go for a midnight dip in the pool. OK?" "I left my swimming suit back at the motel."

"Me too."

"Well who needs a swimming suit?" he asked.

"Then what are you wearing one for?" Lisa came back.

That got him. Blaze Scott stood there and scratched his tousled blonde, movie star head and said "Uhh I never thought about that," looking like King Kong trying to find his way out of New York.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Jeanette said with a sweep of her hand, "anywhere really, it's all right. We don't want you to stand on ceremony."

"I hope the pool is heated," Lisa said burying her face and the trace of a smile in her coke filled glass.

The girls knew straight off how vulnerable this cocky and conceited actor was; it was written all over him and they were out to get a few laughs even if it was at his poor, dumb expense. He had plowed into them like a real hitter and they were now enjoying the feeling of toying with his fragile ego, his inflated 8x10 glossy vision of himself.

"So you girls come from Connecticut huh?" he asked.

"That's what we told you. We're not about to change our story," Lisa said sarcastically.

"I suppose you ask lots of girls to take midnight dips in the nude with you Blaze," Jeanette said with a straight face.

His mouth dropped open and again he was at a loss for words. He hadn't bargained on the conversation veering in quite the direction it was going.

"Well I, Uh… "

"You know you should keep some extra swim suits around just in case you run into shy types, like ourselves," Lisa said shaking her blonde mane, turning the full beauty of her gaze upon him and looking like an experienced twenty-five year old instead of an eighteen year old high school graduate.

"Maybe I should."

"We've seen just about all of your movies," Jeanette said again with a straight face.

"Oh yeah," he said rising from the dark cloud that had momentarily settled over him as the girls chided him. He was on more solid ground now; he always found it pleasant and easy to talk about himself and his work'. "Which was your favorite?" he asked.

"You know I can't remember the name of that movie," Jeanette said with a frown that looked like it was for real.

"Yeah it's funny that I can't remember my favorite movie of yours either," Lisa said duplicating the look upon Jeanette's face.

"The Highriders? Death in the Medina?" he offered.

"Um no."

"Uhh I don't think so either."

"The Last Kiss? Gunfight in Sonora?"

"Not either of those… "

"Time and Again? Desperate Days?" he was sounding worried to the girls; he was running out of movies.

"What a pain that we can't remember, but please don't take it personally we've got rotten memories," Jeanette rescued the conversation and his chipped ego.

"Yeah well there have been a lot of them, I forget most myself. You know how it is," he said waving his drink casually, spilling over half of it onto his bare leg. The dog lapped noisily at his shins.

"That's a friendly dog you've got there."

"Morris? Oh he's great."

"Were you planning on fucking us both?" Lisa asked shoving her tits in his direction, causing the buttons to strain dangerously against the thread.

"What?"

"I said were you planning to fuck us both when you invited us back here this evening?"

"Hey now wait a minute I just.,."

"You can't blame us for asking now can you?" Jeanette said.

"No but I mean like… "

"Well were you?"

"Well I thought about it" he said grinning like a little boy.

"Well would you like to?"

"Now that you mention it I would!" he exclaimed, pleased with himself for having come out and said it.

"Well you can't!" Lisa said.

"No way!" Jeanette added.

"Hey girls if that's the way you feel it's all right with me you know I'm never hurting for companionship. Why I can pick up that phone and get half a dozen of the most beautiful girls in Hollywood up here in half an hour and I don't have to ask twice." He recited his lines well.

"I bet you can."

"Blaze Scott strikes again!" Jeanette cried. The dog jumped up and started barking at her.

"Shut up Morris!!!" Blaze snapped at the furry ball, his voice sounding nasty.

"Blaze, I think we should be going because neither one of us has slept for a long time and I'm just starting to feel the effect of all that driving. Please don't think we're a couple of hogs because we pulled your leg a little, that's just the way we are." Lisa said it and looked him in the eyes in a way that spelled out that he might have a future with her if he was a good boy.

"Oh that's all right it happens all the time," he said a bit flatly.

"Do you mind if we come back and visit you sometime? We're going to be in town for awhile."

"No, no not at all, call me anytime. Here let me give you the number." He went into the hall and scribbled it down and came back and handed it to Lisa.

Jeanette kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, "Goodbye for now." Then Lisa did the same allowing her body to brush and momentarily linger against his warm and confused torso before she backed out the door letting her eyes fall to his crotch. She blew him another kiss and then turned and bounced down the stairs.

They had a good laugh over that for a few days to come. After a week of driving around Malibu and Beverly Hills the girls looked at their wad of diminishing travelers checks and wondered what they were going to do to raise some income.

"I don't know where to begin," Jeanette said.

"Me neither," Lisa said.

Lisa decided it might not be such a bad idea to go see Blaze Scott again and ask him for a brilliant suggestion towards solving their living problem. She called him up one afternoon and he invited her out for dinner. As Jeanette dropped her at the door of his mountain retreat she said "Now be a good girl," before roaring away in the blue Thunderbird.

Lisa was a good girl that night. She fucked Blaze Scott on top of the largest pillow in the living room before leading him by his cock into the bedroom where she threw him onto the bed and proceeded to suck him off before top fucking him to a climax. When it was over she said, "Sorry about the other night." He mumbled something and rolled over and went to sleep.

When he awoke an hour later she was sitting at the end of his bed brushing her hair. "Hey that was real nice baby, real nice. I mean like that was something else. By the way how old are you?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked back. "Nothing but I still would like to know."

"Eighteen."

"The age of consent, huh?"

"I guess so. Hey look Jeanette and I are looking for some kind of work. We need to get an apartment and… "

"Movie work?"

"Whatever. Just something to keep us going."

"I don't know; things are pretty tight at the moment."

"Well you've got a lot of connections and Jeanette is real smart. If there's anything you could do we'd really appreciate it."

"Let me make some calls tomorrow and I'll see what I can do but in the meantime come a little closer to Blaze." Lisa moved closer to Blaze; sinking head down onto the stiffened cock he offered her with an outward thrust of his hips.

Blaze Scott, much to their surprise but more to their pleasure, managed to secure Lisa and Jeanette jobs the following week. Jeanette went to work as a script reader for Blaze's studio and Lisa wound up as a production go-fer on Blaze's movie that was being filmed at that tune. They got an apartment off Sunset Strip but two weeks after moving in, Lisa moved out and into Blaze Scott's canyon love nest.

In a month's time Lisa was being offered bit parts in various movies from various directors and producers and the publicity flaks were doing a good job of fanning Blaze Scott's new romance into Olympian proportions. "Who's that stunning blonde he's living with?" everyone was asking. Lisa was in fact growing more beautiful every week. The California sunshine was working miracles on her body and face and she

watched with as much awe as the gawkers who watched her stroll through the studio lot in her form fitting jeans and sweaters.

Word filtered back east to Lisa's parents about the goings on in Hollywood and her shacking up with that beefcake hero Blaze Scott but there was nothing they could do about it. All those dreams about college and doctors and lawyers went up in a puff of society gossip smoke. Lisa was sorry but not too sad. Jeanette in the meantime was letting little moss gather under her stone. She turned out to be as smart as Lisa had told Blaze. By September she had been promoted to Chief Manuscript editor of her department and in the evenings when she wasn't out dating she was at home embarking upon a budding writing career.

Lisa had been screen tested several times but in spite of her great beauty that essential spark that everyone was sure would ignite the world the instant her bosomy image filled the screen never materialized. For the first time in her eighteen going on nineteen years Lisa had to take a look in the mirror and ask herself a few questions. "Don't feel bad about it baby," Blaze consoled her, "screens tests don't tell the whole story and besides, I failed my first one."

In spite of the screen tests Blaze's manager, Morris Reagan, got her a walk-on part in a film about a high school dope ring that went on to win an Oscar for best screenplay of the year. When the first rushes were shown and Lisa delivered her first spoken words everyone in the projection room cringed a bit. That certain something wasn't there and tits and ass as they all told Blaze who had the job of gently translating the message to her, didn't a great actress make. "But look at Mamie Van Doren and Jayne Mansfield," Blaze said defending his teenage concubine, "you mean to tell me they're great actresses?" The boys just shook their heads and muttered something about acting lessons.

Lisa got over it soon enough. She also got over Blaze Scott shortly after he completed filming his epic of frontier violence and survival in a harsh land. She moved in with his producer. The man was Claude Frescotti. He was forty years old and tinder his leonine mane of white hair was a face that resembled a slightly eroded Etruscan statue. He was well respected in Hollywood and had a Beverly Hills mansion that was renowned for the flocks of beautiful starlets who made it their home away from home. When Lisa moved in all that changed.

The starlets took off, and for Claude Frescotti it was not much of a loss. As he surveyed the gorgeous, nineteen-year old blonde sitting next to him by his pool in a skimpy, string of a bikini he sighed and looked up at the smoggy, leaden sky and thanked God for having brought them together. For all outward appearances Lisa was still a nineteen year old kid from Cos Cob, Connecticut despite what she thought. Claude Frescotti was the first man she loved deeply. He loved her as much as he could or until her looks ran out.

They celebrated her nineteenth birthday by flying down to Palm Springs in the private jet of one of Claude's movie colony cronies. He had a fire engine red Porsche with a big bow tied to the hood waiting at the airport when they arrived. It was just the kind of birthday present she needed since her powder blue Thunderbird was almost a year old. Lisa wasn't exactly a gold digger. She enjoyed what money bought but always said that she could take it or leave it. In the years to come she would take it more often than leave it.

That night back at their luxurious bungalow after a spell binding round of house jumping and bar crawling Claude came out with the words that Lisa wanted to hear. "Darling would you think it a bit twisted of me if I said I'd enjoy making love to you in a different way than usual?"

She ran her fingers slowly through his thick hair and looked at him not quite grasping the meaning of his words. He read her face. "I mean to say that I'd like to screw you," and then his index finger wandered to the perimeter of her asshole and lingered before prodding lightly at it, "there."

"Oh Claude!" she said wrapping her warmth around him, drenching him in hot kisses, tearing at his monogrammed silk shirt, panting suddenly like a retriever at the end of a long run. "I wouldn't think anything of the sort. You do anything you want to me. Yes fuck me there! Go ahead! I've been waiting too fucking long for you to do it." She wasn't lying to him either. She had just been too embarrassed to ask any of her past lovers to oblige her this way and apparently they had been too shy to suggest it in the first place.

He spread the high, firm cheeks of her perfectly formed ass and stuck his mouth between them and began to use his forty years of experience on Lisa Williams in a way she would remember for the rest of her life. The instant his tongue penetrated her asshole she began to moan in a way he had never heard even at the height of one of her usually noisy orgasms. As the saliva trickled down to her cunt and his tongue made greater progress up her she became wilder and wilder.

Her head started twisting from side to side and her blonde hair was matted with sweat five minutes after he had started. He only just managed to keep her pinned to the mattress as her ass bucked up into his face, returning his kisses. "Oh Goddamn it!" she screamed ecstatically as what felt like his entire tongue wedged its way up her hole and started wiggling around like a cobra responding to the snake charmer's flute.

Claude's cock bristled between his legs. He couldn't believe his good luck. After having screwed more starlets than he could remember he had yet to find one who truly enjoyed anal sex like this one. If she was only acting, his Hollywood mind surmised, then she certainly deserved the part. But it didn't look like it. He caught what was going on across her face as he glanced into the mirror when he came up for breath. Animal lust unleashed and personified. In a frenzy he buried his mouth

between her perfumed crack and sucked and licked until he heard his heart beating faster than he thought safe.

Claude's cock felt like it was being teased by a thousand tongues as the blood pounded and itched upwards towards the swollen, purple head. The candles and vaselined fingers and vibrators she had inserted up her anal cavity back in Connecticut never felt as good as Claude's tongue felt now. She clawed at the sheets like they were the last vestige of salvation; her final link with the real world. She gagged loudly and grunted insanely as Claude gently worked his cock up her ass.

"Oh yes Claude! Just like that! Puck me just like that!!!" she groaned as his prick filled her virgin hole. It was the warmest, tightest and most muscular orifice he had ever shoved his banger into. Lisa's back rippled and sweated as he moved his hips slowly back and forth, sliding up inside her, feasting on every second, every ounce of her. As he jammed his prick up her ass to the hilt Lisa's cunt suddenly collapsed in a warm, gushing flow of come. "Oohh!!! Ooohhh!!! Oooohhh!" she raged like a lioness in heat.

Her ass began to shake like someone had put burrs under her stomach. The muscles inside of her squeezed and hugged at his prick as if they were trying to crush his length into pieces-in a way she was. He jabbed roughly at her as he felt his own orgasm boiling through his loins, brushing like an inflamed tongue at his tight, hard balls. Lisa felt the first pangs of his climax; the first wet, hot splatter of his jism against the walls of her ass and she moved with it. He shot his load in three long, thick spurts before he folded over like a pen knife; breathing onto the smooth, alabaster stretch of her back like a man without a care in the world.

"It's the first time I ever did it that way," she told him afterwards as he stroked her hair and placed a cigarette between her lips, "and you're the first man I've ever been comfortable enough with to do it." He smiled softly at this and his chest inflated several inches upwards before his mouth sought out their shared cigarette. "It was so beautiful Claude," she said running the back of her hand across the stubble of his early morning beard." I used to fuck myself with all kinds of things before this, up the ass I mean, candles if you can believe it and vibrators, almost anything that would fit up there but I was saving it really, I guess for you." He leaned down and kissed her at a loss for words.

After that weekend in Palm Springs Claude Frescotti had his hands full with Lisa. It was as if that back door exploratory had turned a faucet on inside her that was unquenchable. As they drove towards Los Angeles in her new fire engine red Porsche at 85 M.P.H. she used her left hand to steer with while her right hand moved up and down on his prick until it spilled its load all over his pants and the front seat. She insisted that they stop at a motel before they reached L.A. where she proceeded to suck him off the minute the door closed behind them. As his cock stood at full attention in her mouth she blew it out, turned her ass towards him and

bent over. Before he was half way up inside her, his cock began to spurt helplessly leaving him crumpled at the foot of the bed like an old sheet.

"You mean Claude's going on location and not taking you with him?" Jeanette asked on the telephone. Lisa sat by the pool drinking the last of her breakfast coffee and playing with a half eaten slice of toast.

"That's right. He say's he can work better when I'm not around, that I drain him of all his energy. In a way that's true but I've got the feeling that he "wants to use this as an excuse to break things off."

"Oh Lisa, don't be so paranoid honey. I can see what he means." "I'm not being paranoid. Jeanette and I'm not dumb either."

"I never said you were, or even hinted at it, it's just that I think you're working yourself into a state. Sometimes men just have to get away by themselves when they work and this is the first time in the year that you've been living together that you'll be separated. Of course you feel worried-it's only natural"

"Yeah but he's been acting strange lately. Like it's too much of an effort to talk to me. We haven't been doing anything together like we used to. He just sits in his library and says he has scripts to read and I don't see him for hours."

"That doesn't sound good… "

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! And it wouldn't be so bad if he'd just come out and say it, but he keeps reassuring me that everything is all right, that I have nothing to worry about."

"How are you fixed financially?" Jeanette asked, interjecting a note of common sense into the conversation.

"I've got a couple of thousand in the bank plus a few trinkets."

"Oh well then you're laughing. I mean things aren't all that bad."

"I guess not, but I don't know what to make of any of it. I really have the feeling that's it's over and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel so helpless!"

"Oh baby I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could say or do but there isn't. You're just going to have to weather it out and hang in there."

"You're right."

"Hey want to hear some good news?"

"Tell me."

"I've just sold my first screen play to the studio and I'm now a full fledged working writer!"

"Oh Jeanette that's fucking fantastic!" Lisa shrieked with delight,

instantly forgetting her own set of problems upon hearing of her friend's new found fortune, rising from her deck chair and scattering the breakfast plates into a thousand pieces.

"Yeah isn't that great? I almost died when I got the word this morning. So look even if you and old Claude there do bust up don't worry about a thing. You can come stay with me until you get yourself together and decided what it is you're going to do-but honest honey, I just think it's a temporary thing with him and you and that he'll be calling you in a few days and begging you to fly down to Mexico to be with him. Mark my words."

"I hope you're right Jeanette, but anyway baby, congratulations on your screen play. That's the greatest thing I've heard all month-fuck, all year! Have you called your folks and told them about it?"

"Not yet but I'm going to as soon as I get off the line."

"OK then I'll let you go. Call me tomorrow or if you haven't anything to do tonight, why don't you come up to the house. I'm all alone here with the fucking dogs and the swimming pool and the servants and I could use some company."

"If I can I will Lisa. Take it easy honey."

A week later Lisa received a registered letter from Claude in Mexico. As she opened it with trembling hands a check spilled from the single sheet of notepaper and drifted to the floor. When she picked it up she saw it was for five thousand dollars. The letter was brief. Claude said he was sorry but it was all over between them; he didn't love her anymore but he wanted to reassure her that there was no one else. He asked that she not be there upon his return from Mexico.

She packed the following day and moved into Jeanette's North Hollywood apartment. "Gee that's rotten honey," her friend consoled her. "And I know you really loved the guy too." Lisa nodded her blonde head, her eyes like little red dots in her swollen face. "I know it's not much help but, well, you'll get over it. You'll find someone else."

"I'm not so sure I want to."

"I don't blame you, but there's no use talking about it now. You just need some time to sort things out. I know you think I'm a bit of a mercenary but I must say he did right by you with that five thousand smackers. I mean that took some class."

"Big fucking deal," Lisa said breaking into tears.

Lisa's recuperative powers were stronger than she had imagined. Two weeks after Claude Frescotti's letter of farewell had brought the whole world crashing down about her, Lisa was dating again; moving around Hollywood with a string of suitors. She was enjoying the five thousand dollars she had acquired as a result of their break-up and feeling less and less sorry for herself.

Still there was something too familiar about it all. Los Angeles had become a place she felt like staying away from; if only there was someplace better to go to. Her mind groped for an alternative but found only empty space. One night at the Club Laurent in Beverly Hills, Jay Saxon, her date of the evening and the drummer with a local lounge band asked her if she had ever thought of becoming a dancer. "A dancer?" Lisa echoed back at him, "no Jay to tell you the truth I never have."

"Well you should, because I think you'd be a good one."

"But I haven't ever had any lessons, no experience. Isn't it something you start at young."

"Oh sure ballet baby, but I'm talking about go-go stuff and chorus dancing. You know you put one foot in front of the other and move three steps forward and then cross your legs and move three steps back. It's not that difficult. A lot easier than driving a car. I mean you're not a bad number on the dance floor and I think you'd be a natural."

"You might have something there… "

"What do you mean, I might have something. Baby you're talking to a man who knows! My friend Mario the faggot is getting a show together to take to Palm Springs and he's looking for girls and I told him I had just the blonde for the chorus line and he told me to bring you around. Now all he has to do is see you and hell flip-believe me I know this guy's taste. He may be bent but he's got a great eye for what's right and baby you are it!"

Suddenly Lisa felt all her confidence coming back to her as this new vista opened up inside her head in the smoke filled, packed night club. Maybe this was just the thing she was looking for to get out of Los Angeles, to give her something new to look forward to in life. She knew she had better start doing something because she was pushing twenty-one and that was a dangerous age. She grabbed Jay Saxon's arm excitedly, her long nails biting into his forearm. "Do you really think I could get the job Jay? Do you think I'd be right for it?"

"Hey Lisa-do you think I'd stick my neck out just because you're such a hunk? I mean I do business with these people and if I didn't think you could do it and be dynamite at it I wouldn't have brought it up. Besides, the pay is good and Palm Springs is a nice place to hang around, really healthy. You ever been there?"

"Once, about a year ago."

"And I'm going to be playing down there with my band so it won't be like you're moving to the moon or anything. What do you have to lose anyway? So you slide into a pair of leotards and shake around a little and do what Mario tells you to do and you're off! Fucking easy and good exercise too. You know you've got a nice figure now but if you don't do something about it it's not going to stay that way forever by itself."

"Yeah I'm beginning to feel fat," she said patting her stomach.

"When are you free tomorrow?" Jay asked, waving at the waiter, signaling for him to bring the check.

"All day."

"OK then I'll pick you up at noon and well go see Mario."

"All right."

Mario rolled his eyes in his head, wiggled his ears and shook his hands when he saw Lisa the next day. "But Jay my sweet, you didn't tell me she was this beautiful!" he said mincing around her in a tight circle, his eyes flapping furiously over her long, cool blonde length. "The legs! the legs! the legs! Such legs," he said lifting her short, ass length mini skirt and surveying her thighs. Lisa stood there with a frozen, plaster like smile, flattered and a bit confused.

"Hey man," Jay said stepping back, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "do you think I'd lay some dog on you? When I said.I had just the blonde for you was I right or was I right?"

Mario continued his exaggerated eyeing of Lisa, squinting his eyes and stepping back, visualizing her in the chorus line on opening night. "You never bullshit me Jay, never yet have I been sony I listened to you, never." Lisa hadn't said a word. She hardly knew what to say; it was as if.she wasn't supposed to say anything.

"She's worried that she hasn't danced before Mario," Jay told him.

"Will you tell her that that doesn't matter." Mario dropped his head back and threw out his left hand, palm upwards.

"My dear Lisa let me assure you that in Mario's hands which are, in all modesty, the hands of a true svengali those minor considerations are not," he said shaking his head vigorously from side to side, "considerations at all. They are only trivial fears. You will of course, become very sore but that will last only a while and is a very small price to pay for being taught from The Master."

"Well just tell me what to do. I'm ready to go to work-that is if you've hired me… "

"We'll give it a week before I hire or fire you, just a week. Rehearsals begin at six tonight at the Mermaid Theatre. You know where that is?"

"On La Cienaga?"

"That's right and please be there promptly at six."

Mario was very talented and he was a delight to work with and after seven days of agonizing dance exercises and relentless routines Lisa was officially hired to join his revue going to Palm Springs in two weeks time. And Mario was right-she was very sore. "I've got muscles that I never knew existed," she told Jeanette one night as she rubbed liniment down the length of her legs having just emerged from a steaming hot tub. "Christ do I hurt all over!" she groaned, hobbling into the bedroom.

"But you know," Jeanette remarked, "it looks like you're getting more curves. I mean the lines of your body are expressing themselves-all that dancing is chipping away at that little layer that was starting to gather around you. You look great even if you feel like shit."

"I do, I do, I do. Mario said we should put a dozen aspirin in the tub when we went to soak and that would take all the soreness out of your body but I don't feel much different." "You will."

Lisa left Los Angeles on an air conditioned Greyhound bus with a dozen other girls, a wardrobe mistress, a road manager and Mario The Master overseeing the whole show. He kept them in stitches the entire trip with an unending stream of stories of life in the line and on the boards. As further testimony to his genius and impeccable good taste he had provided delicious picnic basket lunches for everyone along with a dozen bottles of champagne that he urged everyone to drink. He also told them between volleys of laughter that if any of them ever showed up for work drunk or stoned he would personally kick them out of the show on their beautiful asses. They knew he wasn't kidding.

Lisa's head began to spin like a gyroscope as the bus pulled into Palm Springs; her weekend with Claude Frescotti descending upon her like some unbearable weight.

By the time they had stepped down into the sweltering heat of the desert she had successfully regained her equilibrium. The air was breathless and the girls whistled in unison as the transition from the air cooled womb of the bus into the midafternoon sun hit them with its full impact.

Lisa wasn't the best dancer in Mario's Palm Springs Revue but she was the one that everybody noticed first-the one they all remembered. She worked hard at it. "Wrap up warm and dry off fast," Mario always advised when the girls came off stage dripping like they'd just stepped from a steam bath and Lisa was the one that perspired the most because she put the most into it. That her timing wasn't always note perfect seemed not to matter very much to Mario or anyone else.

The gig lasted six months. When it was over and another show was to replace Mario's Revue Lisa was in a quandary as to what path to follow. "I feel like I've found my vocation Mario," she told him on the last night, "and I've really become a desert person. I mean I just couldn't imagine living anywhere else now but Palm Springs but what am I going to do? There just aren't that many hoofing jobs going down here."

Mario tapped the side of his head and rolled his eyes in that way of his and said, "Dummy! Haven't you ever heard of Las Vegas, Nevada?"

"Las Vegas?" Lisa asked like she was discovering the lost continent of Atlantis.

"Yes my baby, Vegas!" I'm putting another show together to be showcased in a month's time. There's a place in the lineup for you if you want it-just say the word."

Lisa said the word, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Mario's forehead, and her eyes filled with tears.

"Why are you crying toots?" he asked.

"Because I'm so happy," she told him reaching for a Kleenex.

The new revue was the hit of the season. Mario's brilliant, lavish production numbers surpassed anything he had ever done and the girls went all out to make it even better. Every night the place was packed, it often took a fifty dollar bribe to the captain on the door to find a table and more often than not just a single chair with an ice bucket beside it. The girl's salaries went up along with their confidence. They were constantly being lured by promises of more money if they would just consider leaving Mario's show to join another revue but none of them ever did. They all knew that it was Mario that had made them what they were and they repaid him with their loyalty.

"How would you like to suck on that?" said Arlene tossing a fuzzy Polaroid snapshot of a cock onto the make up table beside Lisa as she attached her false eyelashes for the last show one Thursday night.

Lisa looked at the stiff, pink thing and said, "Uhh not really, why?"

"Oh just asking, that's all," Arlene said. "It's just that I always take Polaroid's of all my boyfriends, for my scrap book, and well, I just like to pass the good news around."

"You mean you'd encourage other girls to make it with your boyfriend?" Lisa asked finding the whole thing a bit puzzling.

"Boyfriends," she said putting a heavy emphasis on the plural. "Sure why not, honey. Maybe you could do me a favor some time. This guy's real good in the sack otherwise I wouldn't palm him off on you." Lisa took a drag on her cigarette and looked blankly at Arlene.

"Are you sure you wouldn't want to make it with that guy Lisa?" she asked chewing vigorously on her gum.

"Look, all I saw was a cock, not even a face. I mean what kind of a blind date is that? Besides what makes you so sure your friend would want to make it with me?"

Arlene looked her up and down very slowly, moving her gum in time to her eyeballs, "Lisa darling, I don't think there's anyone who wouldn't want to make it with you."

"The answer is still no." The intro sounded and through sheer reflex of habit all the girls pulled at the crotch of their g-strings and fiddled one last time with their bras.

Just before Lisa stepped onstage she realized Mario wasn't around for his last minute check on them. She thought it a bit odd because he had never missed a single performance. He always liked to look them over and fuss and fume about their costumes and make up like a mother hen- that was Mario and that was part of what made his show THE show of the season. "Maybe he's out in the audience tonight," she thought as the curtain parted and Connie LaBruin, the lead dancer, moved into the spotlight, eleven luscious girls trailing behind her.

She was really exhausted that night and went straight home to a hot tub, a light snack and a little television. It happened that way sometimes; the fatigue just caught up with you. Lisa had taken a one bedroom apartment ten minutes from the hotel and hadn't gotten around to furnishing it yet except for her bed, a shaky kitchen table, a bar stool, some pots and pans and one overstaffed but comfortable and very worn armchair. In a way it didn't bother her.

The telephone rang at 4am. She knew it was 4am because the hands of the clock seemed to glower at her in their luminous rage as she groped sleepily for the receiver. "What? she rasped.

"Lisa… " It was Arlene.

"Christ," Lisa thought, "she's going to ask me about that cock again, fucking dumb

broad." "Lisa?"

"Yeah, what is it Arlene? It's four o'clock in the morning."

"Mario's dead."

"What!" Lisa screamed, ice cold goosebumps pulling at every inch of her body.

"Mario's dead," Arlene repeated. "His car broke down, had a flat I think, he got out to see what the trouble was and he was hit by a truck, a big fucking ice truck. He was thrown three hundred feet in the air straight into a light pole. I made the identification, what little there was left to identify." And then she hung up, Lisa kept the dead receiver at her ear for several seconds-her own heart beating into the hollow infinity of the cold, black lump of plastic. And then she broke into a thousand brittle, choking and hysterical pieces as the full meaning of Arlene's message sunk in, Mario was gone. Died in Las Vegas. On his way to the show. Mario was gone.

Mario's Revue played out the six weeks remaining in the contract and then all his girls were absorbed into other shows or just left town. Lisa hung around not doing much of anything, feeling too shattered from Mario's death to consider the next step in her career. She moved out of her sparsely furnished apartment into a motel and spent the two weeks after the closing of the show slouching about the pool and riding horses through the desert. She was listless and lost weight. She made an effort to pull herself together to go in search of work but never could seem to get out of bed or out of a wet bikini.

So late one Wednesday afternoon when she was approached by a dapper looking man who resembled Fred Astaire and answered to the name of Gregory Ashton asked if she would be interested in joining a revue that was opening at a major hotel in town she replied in a voice that the man had to strain to hear, "Yeah sure why

not."

"Hey are you having a good time out there all by yourself?" Lisa shouted from die kitchen at Toni who was down by the water.

"Of course," Toni yelled back and waved, the melted ice in her glass sloshing down her arm.

"Something interesting just checked in-come have a look," Lisa gestured.

The viewing screen was on in the bedroom and Lisa had laid out two glasses of lemonade, a handful of joints and the silver container with the neatly on a small

table.

"What's up doc?" Toni asked.

"This guy just went into room, five with his so called 'daughter'. Looks like some good fun and games."

A blonde girl with the face of a fourteen year old was standing in front of the dresser mirror brushing her hair. She was petite in much the same way Toni was and her vague expression conveyed little or no thought at all. "She's cute and awfully young. Is she hooking?" Toni asked lighting a joint and settling comfortably into her chair.

"No I don't think so. This looks like a relationship of sorts." The half closed bathroom door opened and a thin, middle aged man with black hair that looked dyed walked with a towel wrapped around his waist and asked, "Is everything all right darling?"

The girl didn't bother to look in his direction, she continued brushing her hair and muttered softly to the mirror, "Yeah everything's OK but» that air conditioning is up too high."

The man walked over to the window and adjusted the air flow. "Is that better?" he asked with fatherly concern. She bobbed her head and continued with her brushwork.

"He's supposed to be her father?" Toni asked. "That's how they signed in."

"The dirty old bastard."

"We haven't had one like this for awhile. Actually the last one we had was a 'mother and son' combination. That was interesting."

"How old do you think she is?"

"Looks about twelve but I'd say she's at least sixteen."

"Christ."

The man walked over to the girl and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then reached for his comb and began adjusting the waves on his head with as much concentration as the girl was putting into her grooming. He looked vaguely athletic but his eyes betrayed a dissipation that had nothing to do with clean living and the good life. He put down his comb and pulled at the girl's tight fitting blue jeans. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, his voice suddenly becoming very intimate and smoky.

"Uh huh," she nodded at him her eyes moving back to the mirror, her hands creating a side part through her blonde locks.

He pulled a large silver flask from his opened suitcase on the floor and retrieved two wax paper tumblers from the bathroom. He filled the bottom quarter of the glasses with a brownish liquid. He handed the girl hers, raised his and said "cheers," his mouth splitting open to reveal a line of capped teeth with a tinge of yellow.

"Cheers and bottoms up," she replied tilting her head back and taking a long pull. She tossed her head of brushed and fluffy blonde hair like a colt and swiveled her nonexistent hips and went over to the suitcase where she fished around for several seconds before finding the carton of cigarettes.

"Nice motel, eh darling?" he said to her rolling the Bourbon in his glass in small circles.

"It's ok. I liked the one in Tahoe better though. This place doesn't have the vibrating beds."

"Ah well," he said raising his shoulders.

"I'm not complaining, just making a statement,"

"Did you see the swimming pool outside?"

"Could you miss it?"

"Pretty big for a motel, surprised me."

"Maybe we'll have a swim later. I want to wear my new bikini."

The girl popped the snaps on her clinging jeans and worked them down her thin legs. Her underpants were bright red with yellow flowers. The man reached over and squeezed at her hidden pubic patch. A smile broke the mask of his face, quickly turning into a leer. The girl's face remained impassive. As she hopped from leg to leg in an effort to get the pants off he dropped to the floor and made a gesture at helping her.

"That's better," he said once she was out of them. She stood there with her legs spread obscenely, her crotch suddenly rotating in front of his face. Her eyes took on a cold, hard look that T transformed her baby-like visage into something that was not in keeping with her age. She could have been a forty-five year old woman at that moment. He attached his mouth to her cotton covered muff and began munching at it in little mouthfuls blowing hot air through the thin, red drawers.

She placed her hands on top of his head and pushed his mouth down hard onto her crotch. She moved up and down as if she were going down a pole. The towel at his waist slipped off and his huge cock reared its bobbing head, standing straight out from between his legs. Lisa and Toni gasped in unison.

"My god, look at that thing!" Toni said, her eyes pools of amazement.

"That's a bit too much for my liking," Lisa added. The girl pulled her tie-dyed T-shirt over her head to reveal a lovely pair of tits that were neither too small nor too big.

"Nice ones." Toni observed.

"Kind of like yours," Lisa said.

The man's cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger as the girl worked her crotch over his face. When her shirt dropped onto his shoulder he reached up without looking and latched onto her pale, pink breasts with his hands and began pinching the nipples roughly. Her eyes shut and she gasped. He worked the fingers of one hand into the side of her underpants while his tongue began streaking up and down wetly on her thighs. She took her hands from his hair and pushed down on her shorts and stood naked before him.

"He looks like he's got a good twelve inches there," Toni said.

"Yeah, I wonder where that little thing is going to put it?" Lisa wondered out loud.

The man rose unsteadily to his feet and guided the girl's left hand down onto his long, fat cock. "That's for you baby," he grunted into her ear. She moved backwards without looking where she was going until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed and then she sat down heavily.

She grasped his prick with both hands and began pulling at it vigorously. He leaned back and threw his hips out, his ribs showing through the covering of his blanched skin. The girl's head moved forward and her mouth formed an O as she swallowed the first two inches of him. "Yes!" he exclaimed as her tongue rolled over the head of his cock. Her long, blonde hair tumbled onto her lean shoulder blades. He began twisting his pelvis as her mouth moved down his length and back in a slow sweep.

After a few minutes of sucking on him in her delicate fashion she took him out of her mouth and began massaging her breasts with his now fully extended prick.

"Boy, that's a bit gross," Toni said looking at his cock which resembled a bloated cucumber.

The girl bent over and slid her tongue over the slit of his cock and the man moaned. The muscles in his thighs were twitching visibly.

"That drives me crazy," he said between breaths.

"I know it does," she said without raising her head.

The next thing she said after sucking on him for a silent ten minutes was "Fuck me." She pulled herself onto the bed and sat up on all fours and spread her legs wide. He climbed up behind her and rubbed his hand over her blonde, wispy muff, toying with her clit, slipping two fingers up inside her cunt and moving them around. For the first time that day she gasped, the emotion in her body escaping like the wind from a punctured tire.

He removed his fingers from her cunt and brought them up to his nose where he sniffed at them like some rare orchid. Then his tongue darted from his mouth and brought her taste into it. With his right hand he guided his swollen cock between her legs and into her wet crack.

"Uhh!" she croaked again as he threw his cock into her, moving it around roughly, stirring her juices up. He started banging away at her like he was punishing her for something she did to him. Her only response was to spread her legs farther apart.

This went on for fifteen minutes. Lisa and Toni smoked and drank, lost in the spectacle on the screen. He slowed down when the girl's moans and sobs and gasps started getting very loud. He pulled his cock out of her and pushed and slapped at her buttocks like a punching bag. His face had a sinister look that would not have suited even Jack the Ripper.

The girl fell onto her stomach, her arms sprawling awkwardly. He turned her over onto her back and buried his face between her legs. As his mouth sucked rudely on her extended clit her face broke into a series of contortions that could have been signs of joy or pain. It was hard to tell. He grew tired of sucking at her in a few minutes and rose like a dog polishing off its dinner. She reached down groping at thin air, her hand searching for his prick.

She didn't have far to go. She guided it into her cunt and Lisa and Toni watched in awe as her body absorbed its entire length. He started shaking his hips like a crazed piston.

"Ahh ahh ahh!!!" the girl screamed as his cock tore at her insides.

"Do you think he's hurting her?" Toni asked looking over at Lisa who sat with her hands grasping her own crotch.

"Are you kidding?"

He slammed away at her with a volcanic fury, his thin body crackling like a high tension wire.

"Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!! Harder!!! she pleaded. He shoved his prick between her legs savagely. "I'm c-c-coomming now!" the words tumbled from her mouth in a choked scream. "Come with me!!!!" At that moment he sucked his hips backward. His cock pointing painfully from his groin. In a single motion he moved up onto her body and began jerking at his prick feverishly. Her torso buckled up and down on the bed as her orgasm careened through her. Lisa and Toni watched open-mouthed as the man's cock exploded, releasing a heavy, milky stream of come onto her lips, over her nose and down the side of her face.

"Jesus," Toni said in a whisper.

"Christ," Lisa finished.

They lay there panting and heaving into each others bodies. The girl was whimpering and clasped the man to her, words that were more like animal sounds crossing her lips, her face spattered with his scum.

"Was that nice baby? Was that the way my baby likes it?"

"Was that beautiful?" he asked more to himself than to the girl. She moved her head a bit before her body sagged and she passed out cold. He un-glued himself from the spider web of her arms and hobbled to the bathroom. Toni and Lisa looked at each other and shook their heads.

Twenty minutes later the girl regained her senses, such as they were, and struggled to the edge of the bed. The man was sitting naked in a chair sipping Bourbon and smoking a cigarette.

"How are you feeling baby?" he said with a smile. She nodded groggily and tossed the hair from her eyes.

"Pour me a drink," she told him. The come still clung to her face in heavy, wet, webbed strands. After a long swallow of the Bourbon she walked to the bathroom in a zig-zag line and Lisa and Toni could hear the water running in the sink.

"So that's what goes on in your cozy little establishment, huh sweetie?" Toni asked breaking into laughter.

"That's what's going on all over the world," Lisa said getting up and stretching her legs.

Back in room five activity resumed. "Turn the volume up there, will you Lisa."

Lisa flipped the knob and coughing sounds came from the man's throat as the girl crossed the room and sat sleepily on the edge of the bed. She turned around, saw her brush and made a move to retrieve it.

"The bread baby, how about the bread?" The hair brush dropped from her hand with a tinny clatter onto the dresser.

"What, right now?" she asked her voice thick with her recent orgasm. "YES NOW!!!" he rasped at her.

The girl moved as if she was working her body through water with great effort, her eyes burning haggard in her head. She reached for the silver flask and sucked at it noisily, the hot alcohol moving down into and lighting up her stomach.

"Bread?" Toni repeated.

"You got me," Lisa said sitting back in her chair.

The bride in room ten continued sucking and puffing on her husband's prick with a quiet, determined concentration while the girl in five squatted over the suitcase and brought out a loaf of Italian bread and held it up over her head. The man smiled.

"What the… "

"They're probably hungry. He wants her to make him a sandwich," Lisa surmised.

The girl walked to the dresser and Toni caught the gleam of a knife in her left hand. She slit the long loaf length wise and hacked one end off. Then she scooped the dough from the center and opened a jar of Mayonnaise. She spread it on thickly. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at the man in the chair. He raised himself with that sick smile that seemed to be his patented trademark and walked over to her.

She sucked energetically for several minutes on his prick until he was hard. Toni wondered to herself what his cock would be like in her mouth. When he was satisfactorily erect the girl slapped his cock between the slices of bread. The girls looked at each other blankly. The man's lips were pulled back tight against his teeth.

"Now that's what I call a hero!" Toni said.

The man's cock poked out four inches from the end of the loaf of bread. The girl grasped her rather peculiar looking bedtime snack in both hands and began moving it backwards and forwards. Lisa and Toni didn't know whether to laugh or what. Instead they just watched in a hushed fascination.

"That's right baby," he said as her hand motion picked up some speed. Mayonnaise squished out from the bread creeping forward to the head of his prick. When the girl saw it she bent over and flicked at it with her tongue.

Then she attached her mouth over the visible portion of his prick and started sucking away, her hunger breaking to the surface.

"That's the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen," Lisa said inhaling a small mountain of Cocaine up her left nostril and then her right nostril.

The bread slipped wetly around his cock and began to fall apart in her hands. From where Toni and Lisa sat it looked like she was trying to push the entire loaf down her throat. The man could feel the come building in the lower part of his cock, held back as if by a dam. As she munched upon him and moved the bread around his wad the come suddenly broke upwards and outwards into her waiting mouth. Her head jerked back violently as the unexpected flow of juice spilled across her tongue and tickled the walls of her throat but she held on to him until he had heaved up the last drop.

Lisa and Toni watched as the girl got up from the bed with the soggy, desiccated mound of bread between her hands, her mouth smeared with a greasy mixture of mayonnaise and come.

"Enough!" Lisa said flipping off both buttons on the screen simultaneously. The images suddenly vanished into two white dots. "Even I get a bit tired of this never ending circus."

Toni blinked a few times; the multiple images still filling her brain. She watched Lisa's ass moving from the bedroom in the direction of the kitchen. A minute later she followed her. Coffee was on the stove and Lisa was washing up the two drained glasses of lemonade.

"That girl reminds me a bit of someone I used to know back in New York," Toni said sitting on a stool and looking out the window.

"Oh yeah?" Lisa said more out of politeness than genuine interest.

"Yeah, a girl named Tina. She was a lot older than this girl, and I heard she killed herself about a year ago, sleeping pills. It didn't surprise me that but it made me sad. We were lovers for awhile."

"I think you told me about her once, a stripper right?"

"That's right. She was one of those people that you just knew were destined to come to a bad end. You know the kind I mean."

"I've met a few."

"Didn't you get that feeling from this girl in room five? I mean that dead look in her eyes, that glazed fishy stare. It's the kind of look that drug addicts get but somehow it's not the same thing exactly. Its a different thing, I don't know how to explain it."

"I hadn't thought about it that much. A lot of the girls that pass through here with those guys are like that-washed out on the way to being washed up."

"Doesn't it give you the creeps?"

"It used to but not anymore, I mean, I'm more concerned with my own survival than with others because I know that there's nothing to be done for them, there's nothing I can do to change any of that. If it's not fate then it's something else but I tend to call it that."

"But don't you wish you could do something about it Lisa?"

"Like what?" "I don't know."

"I tell you there's nothing to be done. It would only upset the balance of nature." "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. In a way it's a preordained kind of universal elimination. If those people didn't finish themselves off or get involved in some situation where they got themselves knocked off then there would be a kind of human overload. At least that's the way it seems to me, you know, just another opinion."

"Yeah maybe that's what it's about… "

"Maybe I'd feel different if I weren't sitting on top of my own little mini empire with two swimming pools talking about it in a cozy kitchen with a full refrigerator."

"Perhaps not."

The conversation hung in the air, the tail end of it floating, the silence finally spliced by the coffee percolating on the stove. Lisa poured out two cups and set the china pitcher of cream down on the table. Neither one of them took sugar. It was a habit

they had gotten into back in Vegas as part of their beauty regime. Lisa looked at Toni, her eyes puffy and blood shot from the marijuana.

"It took me awhile to realize it, but there seems to be a natural order to things that you can't interrupt. Actually it was brought to my attention by someone else-that that's the way it is."

"Sometimes I feel there's an order but then again there are times when I feel like there's no logical pattern to anything."

"That's part of the whole pattern, that's part of the season of everything that changes. We both saw it happening in Las Vegas even if we couldn't quite put it into the words we're using now. That's why we banked all our money and paced ourselves."

"Because we knew we couldn't stay at it forever?"

"That's right. I don't imagine that anyone should have to stay at it forever. It seems a fucking sin that you're handed so little time anyway. Vegas and Reno were good places to grab onto an education if you were smart enough to realize you were in school in the first place."

The show Lisa joined after Mario's untimely demise, followed by her rapidly kindled friendship with Toni Corbin, opened a new chapter in her life. For Toni the same held true. Both girls did for each other what in all likelihood they would not have accomplished alone; they manufactured a survival plan that worked.

All conversations lead to men in Las Vegas if you are a woman. As lovers, Toni and Lisa were happy, but the future gnawed from time to time at their blissful relationship; in Las Vegas you had one objective-get a bankroll and find a husband.

"Well I'm not going to drive myself nuts over it," Toni said to Lisa one day sometime into their second year in Vegas. "I've had all kinds of proposals of marriage, but never from anyone I could ever love. I mean for all the men that pass through this fucking place, I've yet to find one who did anything for me besides make my savings account get fatter."

"Honey," Lisa said with a wave of her hand, "that's exactly the way I feel and that's precisely the way the cards are stacked. The choice is yours-you let it drive you crazy or you just get behind the reality of our situation and go with it. It's either ulcers at a young age or it's settling on second best and what is second best for us is a lot more than most women ever get I've decided."

By their third year in Las Vegas Toni and Lisa were starting to feel the effects that the life of a chorus girl brings; their work was satisfying but physically demanding day

in day out. The competition among the girls, those already there and the flocks of the newly arrived, was always fierce. This seemed to make the most demands on one, this was what made you look into the mirror every day and ask yourself how much time you had left.

It was difficult to answer that question-to know when your time had come because it involved being brutally honest with yourself and that took a strength that most people who exist on a totally narcissistic plane never develop.

"I've been offered a job in Reno as a manager for a new club that's opening; seeing that all the girls are together, that the show runs like it's supposed to, the whole entertainment side of it," Toni informed Lisa one afternoon as they rode through the desert.

"Oh yeah when did that come up?" Lisa asked with mixed emotions.

"I was approached last week by this guy who's fronting the whole thing for the money people. It would also involve in about a year's time overseeing a sister club they're building in Tahoe. What do you think?"

"I don't know. I mean did it sound like a legitimate proposition? What's the salary?"

"Great. Four hundred a week plus expenses," Toni told her, searching her face for some sign of approval.

"Is it something you'd be interested in doing? Because that's going to be the ultimate thing that makes you decide, you know."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure I could get behind it and really make a go of it. I think it's time I thought about what I'm going to do once my glamour days are over and there's not that much I can do outside of good old show biz."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about as far as finding work in Vegas for the next couple of years, but after that, well, we all belong to the gods of fate when that day comes unless we make our own breaks."

"That's for sure."

"Yeah, I think you should definitely take the job if it's all on the up and up and they offer you a year's contract as security against anything that might happen. Look, it's a lot more than you're making now plus an expense account. I wish someone would make me that kind of an offer."

"What are you going to do Lisa?"

"I've thought about it honey, but I don't have an answer to the question yet. Save money is what I've been doing about it but believe me I don't want to go on doing this forever. I'll miss you if you go-you know that, don't you?"

"I know. In a way I don't want to take the job. I'm afraid of the change, afraid to make the move after all this time."

"It's understandable, but don't do anything stupid just because it's something new. If it's the right thing, if it really feels like the right thing, then do it baby. Don't hesitate too long because it may never come your way again."

The offer was legitimate and after deliberating the issue for another three days Toni signed her contract and a week later left the chorus line, said goodbye to her Line Captain's job, and had a tearful farewell to Lisa.

"I hate to see you go like the song says," Lisa told her, "but I'm also very happy that you're going. I'll be up to see you next month when I get my vacation."

"You better!"

"I promise."

Lisa brushed off the galloping loneliness that Toni's departure brought on by concentrating hard on her dancing which was something she didn't take all that seriously and something she didn't do very often; and by dating a lot and drinking more than usual. Toni was the only one she had to confide in in Las Vegas and with her gone she had to make a major readjustment in her lifestyle. Toni's newly elevated position in life, her promotion out of the hoofing ranks also brought it home to Lisa with a frightening clarity that the time for a change in her life was absolutely essential.

She was envious of Toni only because she was scared; because they had become such a team that while helping each other survive, they had also conspired to feed a mutual dependence that was now tested by their separation.

A month passed neither faster nor slower than any other month. Throwing her suitcase into the back of her Porsche that was in need of a new paint job and two new hub caps, Lisa joyously gunned the engine and pointed herself in the direction of Reno. She had gotten over all of the nagging fears that had invaded her head those first two and a half weeks after Toni's goodbye; she had worked herself up to a new level of confidence and optimism and her head felt as clear and as uncluttered as the blue sky that stretched over the horizon.

Toni was dressed in a neat little dark blue pants suit with an oversized bow tie that accentuated her femininity in the way that men's clothes on women can do. She had let her regulation page boy haircut grow out several inches and she looked fabulous.

"And wait until you see my office!" she beamed at Lisa with mock superiority. She had her own office and she had furnished it herself and it said a lot for her taste.

"It's gorgeous!" Lisa gasped looking around at the dark brown mahogany and beige curtained and carpeted splendor of the place.

"You almost forget you're in the state of Nevada when you're in here," Toni told her and Lisa agreed.

Lisa was even more impressed with the club that Toni was managing. "It's Mafia money behind the whole operation, but then so is just about everything in Nevada and besides they really know how to treat you right."

The club was a combination Nevada dance palace, with an enormous stage dining area and dance floor, and elegant London gaining room. It was the perfect fusion of two separate cultures existing with the utmost of ease under one roof.

"Shit sakes this really is something else!" Lisa said as Toni showed her around at the height of the midnight madness. "When you told me you were managing a club I thought maybe, you know a few tables, a bandstand, a few slot machines, but nothing like this. Too much. What are the girls like and the show?"

"Fucking great! The choreographer is a guy named Bobby Lawrence and he really knows his stuff and the girls are gorgeous and hardly ever get out of line or give me any trouble. Mind you I have to work my ass off and there's barely time to go to the bathroom but it's worth it honey. The satisfaction of knowing that it's you that's holding it all together is just such a blast I can't tell you."

"I can well imagine."

"To tell you the truth, Lisa, I was really winging it the first couple of weeks. I mean I didn't know shit about running a place like this but faked it enough and got into the kids that work here so that you'd never know it. Come over here I want you to meet the boss. His name is Louie Alfono and he's all right."

Louie Alfono, dressed to his eyeballs in silk and diamonds, and gleaming black hair looked Lisa up and clown a few times with unabashed pleasure.

"Hey Toni, you never told me you had friends like this! Come on, where you been hiding her? It ain't fair. Lisa it's my pleasure," he said extending his manicured and buffed hand with a courtly bow.

"My pleasure too," she said giving him the once over in return and thinking that Toni was right when she said he was all right. Yes sir he was certainly smooth.

"How long are we going to have the pleasure of your company here in Reno?" "Oh for awhile. I'm on vacation." "You're a dancer of course?" "It's been rumored."

"They may never see you in Vegas again you know."

"Really?"

"Could be, could be. You're having dinner with Toni and me as soon as things quiet down a bit, which should be in an hour, so don't even think of saying no."

"Then I won't."

"She staying with you?" Louie asked turning to Toni.

"Do you think I'd put my best friend in the whole world up at a motel?"

"Nahh, I wouldn't think that but what do I know. Hey look, I've gotta go right now. See you in an hour kids." He took off in the direction of one of the Roulette tables where he immediately was absorbed in deep conversation with a tall redhead in a green dress and a pearl choker who towered over his shining black helmet of hair by half a head.

"Nice guy your boss," Lisa said as her eyes skimmed the room.

"Told you so. Come on, let's have a drink and you can fill me in on what's happening in the big town."

For the most part Louie Alfono had the monopoly on the conversation at dinner. He assailed Toni and Lisa with an amusing flow of stories about gamblers, gangsters, show girls and himself. Occasionally he would pause for breath, stop long enough to swallow a piece of rare roast beef for a little background on Lisa. In spite of this somewhat disconcerting infatuation with the sound of his own voice he was an easy person to be with. The club generated a continuous hum of music, laughter and buzzing dialogue that left Lisa's head spinning.

"I think I'm going to make it an early night," she told Toni after coffee and brandy, "It's been a long day."

Toni gave her the keys to her apartment and specific directions on how to get there. She was in a half sleep when she heard Toni enter the apartment at four o'clock.

"That you Toni?" she said through dry lips fluffing the pillow under her head. "Who else," Toni replied from the kitchen. "You always get in at this hour?"

"Certainly. Occupational hazards. We always fly by night. What's the matter? Can't get to sleep?"

"A bit restless that's all."

"You really made an impression on Louie."

"How could I, he didn't stop talking for two minutes to find out what I had going on inside my little pea brain-not that I had much going on tonight."

"Oh he's always like that but he's very shrewd with people and it doesn't take much for him to know where people are at. Truthfully he really thinks you're great."

"You mean he'd like to fuck me… "

"Most likely, but your cunt aside, he thinks you're pretty sharp." "For a show girl."

"Oh come on now, you have more going for you than you tits and legs." "Sure I've got my mouth and my ass and my face and… " "Lisa!" Toni said in exasperation, "What's with you?" "Oh just feeling sorry for myself that's all." "Sorry? For what?"

"Well, just seeing you wheeling and dealing and holding that whole place together like that made me wonder if I'll ever get anything worthwhile for myself."

"Come on now get off that number. Of course you will. I was just lucky. I was in the right place at the right time and it could just as easily have been you or someone else that got the job."

"But it wasn't."

"You want to know something?"

"Tell me."

"Louie asked me if I thought you'd be right for the club I told you they're opening in Tahoe this spring."

"Conversation, huh?"

"No! I mean it. He called me into the office and asked me in his roundabout fashion if you would be interested and I told him what a smart girl you were and of course you were looking around for something to latch onto because you didn't want to go riding the merry go round forever. He's a very sincere person and I'll tell you something else-he never mixes business with pleasure. He's never put the make on me. It's bad business and of course he's the one who is really responsible for this place and if he makes any of the wrong choices the chips go crashing down on his head. He's very much for women running these operations. He's told me a lot of times that women have just the touch that's needed for keeping all the kids in line. Don't forget it was on his say so that I got this job. He did a lot of talking to the boys with all the bread to convince them that I was what they needed. He asked me not to say anything to you about any of this because if it didn't come off he would feel bad about building up your hopes and then letting you down with a lot of bullshit. But I know him and the wheels in his shiny little head are turning at this very moment. There's nothing to do right now about it except sit back and wait and see what happens."

Toni walked into the bedroom with a tray with hot chocolate and toast, barefoot and looking a bit pale but very beautiful. She was growing up in the nicest way, Lisa thought as she set the tray down beside the bed.

"So you're in Reno for your vacation and that's exactly what you're going to do-vacation. Louie is giving me a little flexibility with my working hours so that we can spend some time together. What do you think of that?"

"It's all right with me. You look like you could do with a vacation yourself-at least a

little sun."

"That's the truth," Toni said pouring Lisa a cup of the steaming chocolate. "I'll tell you one thing. I don't need sleeping pills when I get finished at that place."

"Did you ever?"

"Not often."

"So what's the story on the Tahoe place?" Lisa asked sitting up, her breasts looking rosier and firmer than ever to Toni.

"Well, for starters it's a lot classier than this place because they're after a higher class of clientele and as you know Tahoe is more like that anyway because there aren't all those hick cowboys running around. You know you don't have to play it down. I saw the architect's sketches and it's just beautiful. Not as big as the one here but a lot prettier. More like the English part of this place. They've already got a lot of top name talent booked. It's going to be one of the top places up there. Shit, the profit they're making down here is incredible. I'm up for a raise in six months time and I started at four hundred so just imagine. There's also a large incentive bonus in the works. Everyone that works here from the dealers to the busboys have nothing but good things to say about us."

Lisa spent a relaxing two weeks in Reno with Toni clearing her head of all the late nights, cigarette smoke and sore leg muscles that made up so much of her time in Vegas. Louie Alfono escorted the both of them around town a few nights and was his usual outgoing self. He didn't say anything to Lisa directly about the Tahoe operation, but she got the feeling that his mind was hashing something over that could prove worth while.

A month after her Reno sojourn Lisa received a telegram from Toni: "Call me tonight collect."

"So what's shaking in Reno?" she asked long distance. "You remember we were talking about the Tahoe club, Lisa?" "Did y'a think I'd forget so soon?"

"Never mind the wise cracks. Louie wants you to run this place." "But I thought you said he wanted me to work at Tahoe… "

"Well that might come later but for the moment they want me to go up and organize things because I'm familiar with the operation. All I need is two weeks coaching you here in Reno and then I'll be ready to take off. What do you think? Want to do it?"

"I can't Toni."

"What do you mean you can't! I thought you wanted to get out of that end of the business. I thought, well you said you wanted to do something else and now's the time. Lisa… "

"Look, I've become a singer." "A singer?!? Since when?"

"Since the last time I saw you. I've got an act together and a band and starting in two weeks I'm going into one of the small lounges here to break it in and I'm really excited about the whole thing and as a matter of fact I sound great!!!"

Lisa could sense Toni's confusion across the miles and in a strange way it made her feel very good that she was able to turn down the job offer and not feel any pangs of regret.

"I don't quite know what to say Lisa. Isn't all this a bit sudden. I mean I never knew that you had thoughts about singing, I… I don't know what I thought."

"Well babe, it is a bit sudden but I thought what the fuck. I've had a go at acting, at being a mistress, at dancing and soft core hustling so why not give the old voice box a try. I've been working out with a singing coach who's really very good and he says I'm a natural. I got this guy who's managing me and we've got a few dates lined up if the first few shows turn out OK. It's strange and all, but that's what's happening. If there's anything you can do Toni to get me work don't forget your old pal Lisa. By the way, my stage name is Lisa Veranda and the Verandettes. What do you think about them cookies?"

"I'm floored! How did you get that all together in a month!?!"

"Sweat!"

"Lisa, you're not putting me on are you?"

"What the fuck would I be playing at that kind of a game for? Next week I'm going to send you some tapes so you can hear for yourself."

"Fucking incredible! Where the hell did you get a name like Lisa Veranda and the Verandettes?"

"Out of a hat."

"I'm knocked out of my seat. I was really looking forward to working with you on this new thing, but you sound so up on this new kick that, well shit, I'm delighted for you baby. Yeah sure why not! Do it kid! I would say I'd give you a week to think about it but you sound like you know what you're doing so I won't bother. You've got all my heart felt best wishes baby."

"Toni… " "Yeah?"

"Thanks baby. Thanks for thinking about me and going to bat for me and everything, and I'm sorry if this kind of puts you on the spot with Louie and all."

"Don't worry about that because it doesn't.,… "

"Anyway, I want you to know that I appreciate all of it because it shows me that you're really a true friend. They say a friend in need is a drag and all that but thanks again. Give my apologies to Louie and a big kiss and tell him I'll see you all soon on stage knockin' em dead in the aisles."

"Sure baby. Good luck. Get up here as soon as you can and take care you hear?"

"Always."

Lisa Veranda and the Verandettes opened at The Lucky Dice Lounge in Las Vegas on June 12. For a girl who had never sung before, Lisa certainly broke all the rules and surprised everyone who knew her; Lisa Williams above all. Her smoking, whiskey-voiced renditions of standards turned her into the overnight sensation of the small jazz clubs that dotted the perimeter of the city.

Lisa really had her act together. Visually she was a knock-out. Her plunging necklines hit the crest of her belly button, clinging sewn on gowns with the slit up to the top of her thighs, teased, intricate hairdos with the glittering highlights alone were worth the price of admission. Her newly discovered vocal talent and surprisingly sophisticated interpretations of many of the all time great jazz standards made up a package that delivered what it promised.

Tommy Corning was her manager and what he lacked in the brains department he made up for with hard work and non stop hustling. That Lisa was also a well established show girl around town who was liked and lusted after by many helped matters considerably. She got the top Las Vegas, show business photographer, Speer Webster, to do a series of stunning portraits that were used in the publicity campaign and there was hardly a club owner in town who upon seeing her eight by ten glossy handout didn't say, "Book her I don't care what the fuck she sounds like!"

The Lucky Dice Lounge became home base for Lisa Veranda and the Verandettes. The Verandettes were Chico Rodriquez on guitar, Buddy Claret on stand-up and electric bass, Jody Morton on piano and organ and Jessie Tanden on drums. After opening night they were all making a good living salary with no limit on the ceiling of their future. Write ups in the columns flowed in gushing appreciation of this new act that was burning up the city. They came at a time when not much was happening musically and this fanned the flame of Tommy Coming's publicity oriented brain to new and greater heights.

"Is that unbelievable or is that unbelievable?!?" Toni asked Lisa three months later from her Ta-hoe office at the new casino, "I mean it's like some fairy tale!"

"I've always been one for fairy tales," Lisa said happily.

"Me too kid. I think it's just great. I've been listening to those tapes you sent me and I'll tell you, Lena Home has nothing on you. You've got a pretty hefty vocal range for a new comer."

"I've just been doing my homework, that's all. You should hear the new material we're working on."

"I'd love to. When are you coming to Tahoe?"

"As soon as my manager gets his finger out and lines up some dates. We've been working Reno now for three weeks and things are going pretty good. I'm tired but holding it together."

"You going out with anyone special?"

"There's no time for a sex life or any other kind of a life for that matter. It's just work, work and more work. Mind you, I'm not complaining. It's a lot more satisfying than dancing and the bread's better too."

Lisa had undergone an emotional rejuvenation in the past three months due to her sudden rise to the top of the local Nevada musical heap. Her motto had become "Success is the greatest encouragement in the world" and her theme song was, "Hey Big Spender". But for all of this she felt like the bottom could drop out at any moment. Where she would land as a result was anyone's guess.

"And what's happening with you?" Lisa demanded.

"Same as you. Work, work, work. The club is going great guns and I mean I really want you to see it. It's really beautiful."

"And what about your love life, huh?"

"Hot and heavy with Louie."

"Louie Alfono?" "Uh huh."

"I thought you said he never mixes business and pleasure?" "I guess some rules are flexible. He wants me to marry him."

"Marry!"

"That's what I said. I told him, Look Louie I'm very fond of you but I'm not sure that marriage would be the right thing for either one of us in this atmosphere with all the temptations that we're constantly surrounded with'."

"What did he say?"

"Umm, well he kind of agreed with me but I don't think he's given up the idea quite yet. I'm not spooked by it, in fact I'm flattered and he'd probably make a good old man."

"Careful Toni."

"Of course I'm being careful, but it's not every day you find someone as nice as him in a pit like this who happens to be genuinely crazy about you and he's fantastic in bed which makes it all just like steak and gravy."

"I bet."

It began when they were making the forty-five minute drive from Reno up to Tahoe late at night. Outside it was raining, inside it was very cozy. The back seat was piled with luggage and files from the Reno club and Louie's tennis rackets. Toni felt like she was in a spaceship; a moonless night, the road black and winding. Louie said "watch this," and turned the head lights and ignition off as they descended a steep grade between the swell of the towering mountains. Suddenly everything was black; the entire world plunged into darkness as the silent car glided downwards, the road invisible; the dashboard illuminating their faces eerily. That's when Toni felt like she was in a spaceship.

She was a bit scared as her eyes searched the road helplessly for the lifesaving white center line. "Hey this is a bit dangerous isn't it?" Toni asked fighting to maintain her cool. The road evaporated like velvet under them.

"Nahh I do it all the time. I know this road like the back of my hand." Toni looked at the back of Louie's hand on the steering wheel. "Makes me feel like I'm in an airplane. You know, sitting up there with nothing but you and the stars."

"That's exactly what I was thinking only it's more like a spaceship or a flying saucer." The stars in the sky stood out brilliantly, etched like icy diamonds amid all the blackness around them.

"The think with this trick is not to get too carried away with it all. Like swimming too deep, you know how it is with a scuba tank. You go so far down and then you start to loose your sense of depth but you can't stop because it feels so good and then before you know it you can't figure out which way is up or down."

"I've read about it but I've never done it," Toni said, holding onto her seat and moving closer to Louie.

"The thing is it only works when there's no road lights." Then he switched on the ignition and headlights and the road bounced back into perspective, reality swooping down on them like the rain that pounced gently on the car.

Toni was suddenly aware that she was pressed up very close to Louie; his hard thigh like an electric heating pad against her own. She made no move to stop him when he placed his arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her mouth lightly. Her hand dropped onto his knee and she lay back and sighed. Neither one of them said anything as they moved closer to Tahoe, watching the rain run into the headlights like moths drawn to a flame.

She couldn't stop her hand from gravitating to his crotch; she didn't even bother to try. She watched the speedometer drop from fifty five to a comfortable thirty, a pleasant crawl. When her palm brushed against his cock it was already stiff and pounding, pulsing with life through the tight silk material of his suit. He looked at her and the side of his mouth dipped into a half smile.

Toni leaned into him running her tongue into the hollow of his ear, his woodsy cologne filling her nostrils with its rich scent. She felt his body snap, his cock pound harder with the growing excitement.

"I guess we've been headed towards this for a long time Louie," she broke down in a confessional tone.

"It feels that way Toni. We both been showing a lot of self control but… "

"But what the fuck right?" "Right."

Her hand was playing with his hot prick now, impatiently pawing at the thick lump hidden from sight by his trousers. She watched her own hand going to work undoing his belt buckle. He squirmed to get himself free from the confining, cramped garment. Reaching through his underpants she hit the warm flesh and dragged it upwards and outwards. Her mouth hung open as his thick cock filled her hand, juicily visible in the glow of the dashboard. She stroked him gently with her right hand while her left hand doodled through his hair and down the back of his neck.

"You want me to suck that big, beautiful thing?" she asked-a stupid question.

"Only if you want to," he said between wet lips. She didn't give him a verbal response. When her mouth sank down onto him he thought she felt just like golden honey wrapping him up, not like a mouth at all. His eyes craned outwards from his

skull as the car tooled upwards through the mountains and then fell to the head that had settled so nicely between his legs, the mouth that worked his cock into heat between the steering wheel and his belly button.

His cock tasted of cologne too, she thought as she sucked on him, squeezing at his thighs, licking at the underside of his prick in the cramped front seat and she liked it. The image of her sucking that sailor off on the Greyhound on that trip to New York so long ago came back as his cock brushed the back of her throat. It seemed that it was always raining when she found herself in these situations. The rain therefore was an ally; the good omen that heralded the beginnings of good things. Her move to New York was a positive move, going to Tahoe with Louie looked like it was a good move. His cock in her mouth moved good, real good.

He almost drove off the road several times as she sucked him off to a boiling climax; his come thundering up through his cock like an overheated valve blowing steam. She swallowed him down lustily, chomping on his cock until it had grown soft and satisfied, until it settled down like an opiated little worm into the recess of his trousers. He couldn't believe it either. There was no 'hurry up and get it over with quick' kind of a buzz from Toni at all. She was really enjoying her work, really enjoying Louie and that made Louie enjoy it that much more.

When they pulled into the hotel in Tahoe twenty-five minutes later, both of them were so hot to jump into bed that they practically started stripping in the elevator on the way up to the room. As the door clicked shut behind them Louie pulled Toni against him and shoved his tongue into her mouth, his hands crawling over her breasts like a huge spider. His cock slammed into her own hot crotch through their clothes, nestling against her, fierce with its insistence. She didn't remember either of them peeling out of their underwear, just flopping backwards onto the bed, Louie's weight crushing down upon her.

She opened her legs for him like some outlandish sandwich spread, his cock slipping into her wet cunt with the same ease it had slipped into her mouth thirty minutes before. Once inside her, Louie became an animal. Toni reciprocated with equal energy. It was one of those fast and furious fucks; both of them shooting their loads within five short minutes-all sweating and clawing and howling as their orgasms butted head on. A little later that night they made love again, this time savoring every inch of each other, drawing it out until the last sweet drop of come was extracted from their groins.

Toni and Louie maintained a low profile on their affair. "It's better for business," Louie kept telling her and under the circumstances she had to agree. This clandestine atmosphere that sprung up as a result made their sex even more exciting. Louie turned out to be a demanding, extremely, horny, but ultimately gentle lover. Ton! felt like she had everything going for her.

"So I'm going to make a supreme effort to get away to see you and Louie as soon as I can, OK?" Lisa said.

"It's OK with me I'm dying to see you. I love those publicity photographs you sent up with your press kit."

"Aren't they something else? I get 'em all hot and horny before I even open my mouth and knock out the first note. I'm getting into a modified strip when we start on our new numbers just to liven things up a bit. Keep 'em panting is what I always say."

Lisa's star continued on the ascendant for the next year and a half with an unbroken run of success. She worked every club in the state of Nevada worth working, but for some inexplicable reason was never able to break into the major rooms-The Sands, The Stardust, The Tropicana, all the places she had gloried in as a long legged showgirl. She blamed this partly on her manager and partly on herself, varying the degree of blame to suit her mood. Then without warning, without the slightest indication why, work fell off as sharply as the knife edge of a cliff, exposing nothing but empty space.

She demonstrated a surprisingly philosophical attitude to this sudden drop in her popularity. For someone who had risen from the ranks of relative obscurity to relative stardom and was then almost overnight returned to her former status, Lisa shrugged it all off with a toss of her blonde hair and a thrust of her tits to the wind. Lisa had done a lot of growing up in a very short space of time. She also had a sizeable bank account and was very much her own person. She wasn't worried and only slightly saddened when she said goodbye to the Verandettes and her life as a cabaret celebrity. It was time-to move on. She was twenty-nine years old.

Toni's dream of a life with Louie Alfono and a continuing career as a casino manager came to an abrupt end the night she walked in on him fucking the ass off of a melon titted, raven haired hooker that worked the clubs and who should have turned her soliciting license in years ago. It was an ugly scene as such things go.

She was working late that night and sent Louie home early because of his complaints of an approaching virus. "Really honey, just go home and take a couple of aspirin and a shot of hot whiskey and crawl into bed," she told him with maternal concern.

He looked so bushed and whacked out and nodded his head like a sick child and said "OK baby see y'a later." The only catch came when Toni decided to go home early herself to check on Louie's state of health.

He had taken her advice; he gulped two aspirin and swallowed more hot whiskey than had been recommended and gone to bed-only with someone else. Louie's ass was pumping away like a road digger's drill, a pair of legs were wrapped around his waist and pumping away with him when she walked in the door. Her entire body turned stone cold and her mind iced over in a sudden, hateful freeze. She stood there with the door open behind her for several seconds unable to move. Louie and his date didn't even notice her.

"You fucking two timing bastard mother fucker you!!!" she roared once her mind had collected itself and as the reality of the scene registered. The two bodies froze on a downward thrust, no one breathed. Toni crossed the room burning rubber on the plush carpeting. A stream of invectives began to flow from her lips at an astonishing speed. She exhausted her dictionary of profanity in five, solid minutes as she verbally destroyed Louie Alfono and his ten dollar tart. Then she walked out of the apartment and out of Tahoe and the casino business forever.

A day later she was in San Francisco and a week later had decided that none of it was worth getting her bowels in an uproar over. It was time to move on. She was twenty-eight years old.

Chapter 2

Thursday

The geezer with the twelve inch cock and his teenage nymph in room five were still there when Toni flipped the viewing screen on next morning. He was asleep and she was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her face as inscrutable as the day before.

"She's a weird one," Toni thought to herself as she brushed the sleep from the corners of her eyes. "I wonder what's going on inside that head of hers?"

Going on inside her head was a movie that played itself back time and time again. She was remembering that afternoon when school let out shortly after her sixteenth birthday in Detroit. Standing there in the waning sunlight on a corner waiting for the traffic to slow down so she could cross the street. Her arms full of World History and Algebra One and French for Beginners and loose leaf binders.

"Psst! Hey you!" a voice called out from a car that had pulled up to the curb alongside of her. It was a beat up old jalopy and inside were four black kids her own age. They beckoned for her to come closer but she took two steps back instead. They were a bit rough looking to her.

"Hey blondie, I just wanna ask you how to get to Pierpont Avenue, we're lost," the kid in the back seat said. She made the mistake of believing him.

She moved in close to the car and bent over, her left arm cradling her school books, her right arm extended pointing in the direction of Pier-point Avenue.

"You take the first right… " when suddenly the back door swung open and she was hauled into the back seat, her notebooks falling to the curb.

"Don't scream or make no fuss and nothin's gonna happen to you," the kid told her as the car pulled out with a screech into the afternoon traffic. Hijacked was the word that went through her head as the driver gunned the motor.

The two in the back seat had thrown a blanket over her. She was stretched flat across their legs stomach down and the kid kept feeling the cheeks of her ass and saying, "Hey we got ourselves a nice one here." Her mind was pounding with terror and she began to cry softly.

"Aww don't start none of that shit bitch, there's nothin' to cry over. We're all jes gonna have ourselves a little party that's all." This was one party she would have preferred to pass on.

They drove for about an hour before the car pulled to an abrupt halt. The blanket was still over her and with a lot of heavy guffawing they bundled her rapidly out of the car and into a building. She could feel them going downstairs and reasoned that they were in a basement. The damp, musty smell hit her nose, filled it and never left it. They dropped her onto a lumpy mattress and pulled the scratchy blanket off her.

Her eyes opened and focused. There were four of them and they stood around her in a semi circle with funny little smiles on their faces. The one who appeared to be a ringleader moved towards her running his hand across his crotch, his teeth flashing like neon across the blackness of his face.

"What' are you going to do with me?" she echoed her fear at him.

"Fuck you," he said unbuckling his jeans.

"But don't worry honey we ain't gonna hurt you, cause we want you to come back," the one who had done the driving said.

"Yeah you ain't the first sweet little thing we snatched either and believe me we never had no complaints," another one said.

"You a virgin?" the tallest one asked, his head cocked to one side.

"No," she heard herself saying. They all seemed to take one step back as she said it.

"You're not?" the ringleader asked a bit disappointed.

"No, I'm not you black asshole cock sucker you!" she spit at him. He took another step backwards. "And I don't know what the fuck you think you're playing at but if this is the only way you shitheads have of getting a piece of ass then all I can say is I really feel sorry for you. Big fucking man, huh! Pulling girls off of street corners! You wanna fuck me is that it? OK you can fuck me, only I'm telling you this, if you hurt me

or think you can dump me like a sack of potatoes when this thing's over you've got another think coming. My old man's a first grade detective on the police force and if anything happens to me your black fucking asses are going to be had!! You understand me?"

Most of the bravado had leaked out of them as she delivered her wildcat outpour.

"Let's see your cock Valentino," she said spreading her own legs and rubbing her hands across her crotch as they all had done moments before.

"Hey look bitch," the ringleader said without much weight behind the words.

"Don't call me bitch you stupid prick. I said let's see your cock. Isn't that what you got me here for? Well let's not waste any time then or don't you have one you black faced faggot!?!"

The combination of racial and sexual slurs that came tumbling from this seemingly virginal little wisp of a girl had thrown them all into a state of panic. The burden of saving face fell upon the ringleader. Everyone was looking at him to make the first move. No one felt very aggressive suddenly.

"Come on whip it out!" she said relishing his discomfort, feeling fantastic at the sexual power she was holding over them, proud of the way she had turned the tables on this potentially dangerous situation. "If you're man enough to whip it out I'm woman enough to eat it!" she said her voice going all hot and soft, He whipped it out. "Why it looks like a pencil," she said as his semi-erect cock flopped five inches from her face, "all rubber eraser and no lead!" The other three broke into uncontained peels of laughter, slapping each other on the backs, holding their sides, watching their ringleader's pecker wag and sag in the breeze. They too were enjoying his sudden fall from the throne of power. Public humiliation was the great leveler.

"OK big mouth! Suck it!" he commanded. She moved to the edge of the bed and began to suck it. She kept her eyes open and watched as they all moved in close to get a glimpse of what she could do with her mouth besides talk good. She could do plenty. His black cock puffed up in her mouth as she turned on the juice.

"How's it feel Jesse?" one of them asked.

"She good?"

"She sure is a feisty little number."

She pulled her mouth off his cock and started to jerk him off with her hand looking up at him with eyes that were harder and crueler than anything they had tried to intimidate her with. Jesse could feel himself growing harder and harder as he looked into those strange eyes, at the expert way she was sucking and pulling him off.

"One's not enough for me," she said pointing her finger at the driver. "You! Come here and whip it out. Let's see what you got to offer."

The driver was scared and pleased she could tell.

His fat cock craned outwards at her as his pants dropped to his ankles. "Give it to her, Boo!" one of them said.

Her hand continued jerking the ringleader off as her mouth slid around the driver and began to suck and blow at him. The two cocksman looked at each other, their eyes like huge marbles of disbelief in their heads. She started moving fast on the driver's cock and then just as suddenly stopped and transferred her oral affections to the other one, her hand slipping around the drivers throbbing prick firmly and taking up a strong manual movement. They both blinked at the same time.

She was impatient to get to the other two and could tell that the ringleader and the driver were on the point of coming-out of control and itchy to pop their wads. She sucked the ringleader frantically knowing full well that he was getting the blow job of his life and she was proud of that too. The way the driver's cock was beating in her left palm she could tell that he was just seconds away from letting loose with a load. The ringleader's orgasm shot from his cock in two long jets, filling her mouth. She swallowed and without the slightest indication that anything had happened moved her scum filled mouth onto the driver's prick and sucked him to coming.

"God Damn!!!"

"Fuck me!" the other two said in admiration as she wiped a trickle of sperm from the side of her mouth and smiled at them, wiggling her finger for them to move in for the same treatment. They did. She duplicated her oral dexterity and swallowed both their loads five minutes later.

She leaned back on the bed and looked at them as she slipped her thin, nylon bikini shorts off, her blonde snatch staring at them.

"Now it's time for me to get my rocks off," she said throwing her red turtle neck sweater onto the floor, naked and beautiful in a hard, blonde way that none of them had ever seen. "Who's going to be first?" she asked lying back and spreading her legs.

Before anyone of them could answer she pointed at the quietest one, the one they called Boo and the one with the biggest cock.

"You!" she said pointing at her cunt and making a backwards and forwards movement with her index finger. He leaped onto the bed and tried to stick his stiffened cock straight into her. She pushed at his chest and said, "Wait a minute

Cassanova! You suck it first before you fuck it!" His mouth dropped open along with his eyes. There were laughs and whoopings from the others.

She watched as his head sunk below down onto her cunt. "I thought you boys said that you do this stuff all the time and how you never had any complaints, huh?" They all threw up their hands unable to find a suitable answer. "I mean," she continued, "that if you're going to do it you should do it right. You just don't go charging into a ladies' cunt without doing it some lip service first-especially nice, pink pussy like this!" she said grabbing onto the head between her legs and rubbing her snatch hard down on it. From the way they looked at her she could tell they'd never had such considerations to juggle before. It was time they got educated, she thought.

They all fucked her-one, two, three, four in a row. As the last one pulled his drooping cock from her soaking cunt she said, "Well that wasn't bad but I've had better." The ringleader moved in and gallantly offered her a cigarette and a bottle of beer. "Hey aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" he asked as she swigged on the beer and inhaled on the cigarette.

"What!" she squealed.

"I said," he paused to regroup his sentence, "aren't you afraid of getting pregnant."

"What the fuck kind of a question is that? You didn't seem to be very concerned about that when you brought me here and threatened me with your big, manly cocks an hour ago. Well, did you?"

"Nahh, but you know I was just thinkin' about it… "

"OK," she said without any noticeable drop in her energy level, "let's see how you boys are at going, through the back door!" They looked at each other and at her and she could see they didn't know what the fuck she was on about. "You know up the rear end! I want you to screw me in the ass-all in a row!" No one was going to offer any argument to this invitation. "What's the matter those black bitches you hang around with don't take it up the ass?!?" she asked goading them on. They all mumbled incoherently. They were enjoying her racial taunts as much as she was. They sensed she meant no true malice, that's just the way she was, a foul mouthed little tramp that got turned on by her own babbling brook of filth.

Upon her command they all screwed her up the ass. While the last hot cock was poking around inside her as she squatted on all fours she told the driver to come to the edge of the bed so she could suck him off while the other guy finished what he was doing. They both came at the same time, one up her ass and one in her mouth and she took it all in her stride. She could have gone on all night but the boys looked like they were ready for an early grave.

They dropped her off three blocks from her house. When she got out of the car she said, "Well maybe I'll see you around some time-if you're lucky!" and then she turned her ass on their exhausted faces and gave a long, low whistling fart that seemed to propel her out of their sight but not out of their memories.

She was very fond of that day. It was one of her favorites in the sexual odyssey of her short life. The day she had come into her own so to speak. A lot of cocks had passed between her legs since then but what she had done for those four guys she was sure was a major contribution to humanity. As she brushed her hair and looked at her latest lover sleeping in bed she wondered what her next sex trip was going to be. There was always something to look forward to she thought, as she watched him turn over and mumble something to himself.

Toni switched the screen off and walked into the kitchen. Lisa was frying bacon and the table was set for breakfast. Outside the sun was warming the water to a comfortable 80 degrees.

"Morning baby," she said.

"Hi hon, sleep well?" "You bet."

Toni watched Lisa's muscular, assured body moving between the rays of sunlight that slanted in through the windows and patio door and thought how strange it was that they had lost sight of one another the way they did. How they had just vanished and melted into their own private landscapes after Toni's time in Tahoe had come to an end, after Lisa's singing career had ebbed, It hit her with a pang of regret-all those lost years.

"I've just had a brainstorm," Toni said over the smell of bacon.

"Tell me about it bright eyes," Lisa said brushing a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth.

"If you can tear yourself away from the motel why don't you come up to 'Frisco with me for a week? We can do some shopping and catch a few shows and drive down to Big Sur maybe and all kinds of stuff."

Lisa looked at her and said, "That's the nicest brainstorm I've heard all morning."

Chapter 3

Friday

San Francisco reared its head up at them through a wall of cotton tailed clouds, iridescent in the early afternoon sunlight.

"That's my city!" Toni said craning her neck at the city they called the Paris of the Pacific. "I love going away because I always love coming back." It was a sentiment Lisa had heard expressed many times before about many different places. She felt the same way about her own patch of land in the Nevada desert. They fastened their seat belts as the plane bucked into a heavy air pocket and began its descent.

Their ears were still popping open and shut as they stepped into the taxi and Toni could barely hear her own voice giving the driver the address of her apartment on Geary Street.

"It's been years since I've been here," Lisa said as she watched the outlying suburban sprawl flash by bringing them closer to their destination.

"I'd say this place has weathered the march of time pretty well," Toni observed like a guidebook. "If you've got to live in California, this is the place to live as far as I'm concerned."

Toni paid the driver and tipped him four dollars. Her apartment was situated at the top of one of those notoriously steep San Francisco hills that looked majestically down towards the bay and the span of the Golden Gate bridge.

"Hey I like it already," Lisa said looking at the elegant dark brown two tone exterior of the building with its window boxes glutted with colorful flowers.

"Wait 'til you see it inside."

Toni had four palatial rooms with high ceilings, all in wood and dappled with sunlight. "And two full bathrooms too," she added as Lisa looked the place over with an approving eye, "and that's what I call luxury."

"Beautiful, just beautiful. Where did you get that rug?" Lisa asked admiring a brilliant Persian in the middle of the living room.

"Oh I'll take you there before you go back. Wait til you see all the stuff they've got."

"I feel like a shot of something. Where do you keep the booze?"

"Right over there," Toni said pointing to a cabinet in the corner, "Help yourself. I'm just going to call the office to see what's been going on while I've been away."

They spent the afternoon browsing through the North Beach book stores, the antique shops in the Marina and by seven were back at the apartment; shoes off, drinks in hand, pleasantly foot sore gazing out at the city sprawled beneath them through the enormous plate glass window of what Toni caller her 'Observation Room'. Two business women at the tail end of the day with the night yet to come.

"I think," said Toni taking a long, cooling sip of her drink, "that we should have a bath and then go down to the wharf for dinner. I could do with some good old San Francisco sour dough bread and a nice big lobster. How about you?"

"Start running the bath water," Lisa said unbuttoning her blouse.

Toni opted for a quick shower instead. Walking into the guest bathroom with a towel laced around her and a second drink in hand she looked at Lisa in the tub, bubbles up to her neck, hair piled high and tight in a casual bun running a yellow washcloth up and down her long, smooth right leg.

"Admiring yourself darling?" she said sitting herself down on the edge of the tub.

"Always," Lisa said toying with a clot of bubbles.

"Whatcha" thinking?" Lisa asked trying to read her thoughts.

"Oh about flesh and things," she said dreamily.

"Flesh? You mean my boobs?"

"Yeah your boobs."

"Holding up pretty good aren't they?"

Toni reached down through the fleecy wall of bubbles and let Lisa's tits fill her hand. She squeezed on the left one lightly and appraisingly. Lisa stopped stroking her leg with the washcloth and settled back into the warm water.

"Like them?" she asked looking at Toni's half open mouth, at the even white lines of her teeth.

"Always have, you know that. What's not to like? Lisa… "

"What is it?"

"Do you think that… " she stopped, her hands manipulating the rising swell of the frosty nipple, her thoughts forming slowly, edging outwards. "Do you think that we could ever get back together again? I mean like the old days-live together, share some kind of a life? Do you think something like that would work out or is it too late?"

"No, I don't think it's too late, but is that what you want?"

"It's a thought. In fact it's more than a thought. It's something I've been thinking a lot about in the last few days. We're good together in a lot of ways. This bachelor life is OK, it has its advantages but it's not really where it's at-not by a long shot."

"Is this an official proposal I'm getting?"

"Just say tentative. Food for thought."

"It's appetizing but what about our work? We've pretty well established ourselves-you here-me there. It would take a lot of rearranging, major change and I don't know if either one of us is ready to do it. We're not as foot loose and fancy free as the old days. We just can't pick up and say see you later,' like we used to."

"I know."

"We actually have responsibilities. I hate that word, but there it is hanging over us."

"You're right, but what if all that could be worked out somehow. I mean if we really wanted to be together, be with one another all that would be secondary."

"We'd have to give it a lot more thought."

"Yeah, sure. Say why don't you finish dabbling with yourself and let's get a move on-I'm getting very hungry." She got up from the edge of the tub and gave Lisa a pout that resembled a smile and walked out of the bathroom.

Chapter 4

They ate like they hadn't seen food in a week. The bustling, dock side restaurant was distinguished for its absence of soundproofing as well as its fish soup and sour dough bread. The roar of voices, the deafening clatter of silverware and plates and glasses made conversation just about impossible or at the least a painful effort. They had to shout at the waiter and point to the menu before he was aware of what they wanted to eat. He nodded his head when it finally sunk in, wrote the order down on his pad, turned it around for them to see and when they returned his nod then backed off through the crowded room.

In a way it was a relief. Both women were able to eat with a fierce concentration without having to interrupt the flow of food with conversation. They were also left with their thoughts, left to retrace questions in search of answers. They made a lot of faces at each and laughed across the cramped, tiny square of linen at the ferocity with which they attacked the meal, cheeks stuffed and eyes a bit glazed from the warming food and liquor. They didn't bother with the coffee and dessert as Toni said she knew a much better place for that kind of thing.

The Espresso was excellent, Lisa agreed at the sidewalk cafe in North Beach. It was a warm-night and the streets were jammed. There were people lined waiting for tables, people bumping into people, people looking at people and watching it all Toni said that it reminded her of New Orleans at Mardi Gras time.

"Hey!" she said snapping two fingers, "I just thought of something!"

"Pray tell," Lisa said without taking her eyes from the passing parade.

"You remember Stella Ross, the little redhead that worked the Sands with us that time, the one that was going with that pit boss?"

"Yeah."

"Well she's dancing just around the corner from here! She's a big star in North Beach. Changed her name to Stella Artois after she got a silicone job done on her tits and now they're bigger than yours! I think the place she's at is called The Plumed Eagle or something like that."

"Tits bigger than mine! Why Toni she's the same height as you, and even shorter as I remember. Gee she must really look a bit freaky."

"Oh she does. I saw a picture of her in a magazine. Incredible! But never the less, she looks pretty good. It would be a lot of fun and a gas to see her after all this time. What do you say?"

"Let's go."

The guy at the door looked at them a bit funny-two good looking women like that coming into a topless bar unescorted, but they didn't look like hookers. Toni gave him the spiel about being old friends of Stella's and after listening to it and looking them over a few more times he mumbled something and told them to follow him.

"Come in!" they heard a voice shriek when he rapped his big knuckles against the dressing room door that had the name STELLA emblazoned on it in red and gold glitter above a huge star.

Toni poked her head in as the guy started to tell her that there were some friends of hers to see her and Stella broke out into a high giggle followed by more shrieking and jumped up and down clapping her hands together. They squeezed themselves into the small, cluttered room and for a good five minutes it was old home week again as the three girls hugged and clasped each other and mouthed their salutations.

"How do you like them?" Stella said finally, standing- back and throwing her gigantic silicone breasts out and sucking her little tummy in. Toni and Lisa gagged as they

focused up them. If Venice was the eighth wonder of the world, then Stella Artois's newly acquired dimensions were certainly the ninth.

They billowed out from her chest a swelling mass of flesh; mammalian monstrosities that challenged the eyes to believe what they beheld. She turned on her backless scuffs slowly so they could get a good frontal and side view of her proudest possessions. They didn't jiggle or flap or do anything that resembled movement, they just jutted out into infinity.

"Wow," Lisa moaned.

"Christ almighty Stella," Toni gasped at them. "Four and a half pounds in each one. Great huh?" That was one word for them.

"Don't you feel a bit top heavy though?" Toni asked unable to take her eyes off them.

"You get used to it," she said cupping each breast in the palm of her hands. "Can't sleep on my stomach anymore but no big deal. I got the best doctor in California to give me the shots. If you like I'll give you his phone number."

"Uh no thanks Stella, I'm retired," Toni said stepping back.

"I've got more than I can handle," Lisa said, it sounded like an apology.

"Drives the slobs fucking crazy!" Stella said turning her back on them and looking into the mirror ringed with light bulbs. From behind they were plainly visible as they poked out sideways past her arms. She had a beautiful body to begin with-a lot like Toni's and Lisa was right, she was shorter by half a head. She made up for her lack of height with a spiraling, candy floss intricate beehive hairdo that tumbled down onto her solid little shoulders, lacquered and stiff from a heavy layer of hair spray.

Her ass looked unreal too. The cheeks of her butt were perfect half moons, hard muscled and jaunty. When she turned around Lisa noticed how much makeup she was wearing. It looked like a mask that would crack if she smiled too hard, but it didn't as she smiled and lit a cigarette.

"Making a lot of money?" Lisa asked.

"And how-wheww!" she said swinging two limp wrists up and down to emphasis the point. "Hottest single act in town I am-did you see how packed it was out there? Like that every night. Rain or shine. Best move I ever made," and she made like she was injecting her breasts with an invisible syringe. "The stage door Johnnies are tripping over themselves to get at me! Why I need a big bruiser of a bodyguard to get me out

of here at night, it's that bad. I mean it's really that good. Girl's gotta look after her vested interests. Lloyd's of London has them insured for a full million. Isn't that too fucking much!?!"

"You can say that again."

"Hey look, I'll tell Joey to get you a table right up front so you can catch the whole act-drinks and everything on me. I've got five minutes to pull myself together and if you feel like hanging around until the last show maybe we can go out and swing a little. OK?"

"Sure.

Stella Artois and her million dollar Lloyd's of London tits bounced onto the runway preceded by a reedy voiced introduction that came through a crackle of static from an invisible speaker: "And now ladies and gentlemen it's star time!!! The Plumed Eagle is proud to present the sophisticated miss Stella Artois!!!!"

Stella slid on from the curtain right to the lip of the stage like an Olympic ice skater going flat out. Lisa and Toni gave an involuntary jump in their seats thinking that she might not come to her stop and instead spill right into their laps. She didn't. She gave them a special smile as the drums behind her fed out rolls and snapped herself upright as she met the music and moved to it.

She had a lavender rhinestone choker and a matching halter and G-string that accentuated her brazenly voluptuous frame. In spite of the somewhat grotesque proportions she had reached in her quest for the biggest tits in San Francisco, she still looked pretty damn good and she was moving even better. There wasn't much to her act; the uninspired music that backed up her gyrations were the excuse for her to flaunt her flesh in this exhibitionistic ritual.

It was a ritual that Lisa and Toni were all too familiar with. For striptease to mean anything, to look anything but downright ridiculous two things were needed-a beautiful body and a touch of genius. Stella had the body but the genius was missing. It wasn't all that obvious because of her torso. The act of simulating the process of undressing on stage, of playing the temptress always has the tendency to come off absurd because there are only so many postures a stripper has to fall back on and that is where the element of genius must come in. It is something so simple, so basic that imagination and true creativity are needed otherwise the whole thing falls into the realm of a big joke.

But Lisa and Toni realizing this and thinking it through simultaneously were enjoying the show nevertheless. They drank their champagne and smoked their cigarettes and watched their old friend Stella from Las Vegas getting it on and having a ball and they were genuinely happy for her. The applause began the minute she hit the runway and was as steady as the thudding bass line that held the bottom under her pelvic maneuvers.

Stella was using her body on stage the way she used it off stage, to get what she wanted. She had wanted a job dancing in the chorus in Vegas but there was an objection to her height at a time when tall girls were the rage so she fucked the right people at the right time to change that rule. She wanted big tits but she didn't have the money that was necessary for the lengthy series of injections that would inflate her to her present size so she fucked the doctor. He had no objection to taking it out in trade.

Once every two weeks she would go to his office dressed in the tightest skirt and sweater she had, her makeup three layers thicker than she was used to wearing, her hair a towering bubble of curls because she knew that's what the doctor liked. He was married to a woman that looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of the tennis section of California Living-all scrubbed and All American blonde, waspy and virtuous to a flaw. So he had developed this kink for women that looked like someone's fantasy of a Parisian streetwalker pure Irma La Deuce.

She sucked him and fucked him until she had the biggest set of knockers going and then she said thanks and two months later sent him an autographed eight by ten color glossy of herself decked out in her lavender G-string-the toast of San Francisco. He had it framed and business boomed from then on. He became known as Doctor Tits. The proper endorsement can go a long way.

Stella took a comfortable twenty minutes before she peeled her halter off and kicked her G-string over her head and flashed her snatch at the crowd. She had a good build up and the "slobs" as she called them did go quite insane with enthusiasm once she bared her nipples.

"How bout a milk shake?!!??" she screamed over a wailing guitar solo and without waiting for an answer grabbed her tits and jiggled them from side to side. They didn't have much mobility but they looked like they contained enough milk to go around the room twice.

"You like em?" she cooed and pumped her hips frantically, duck squatting around the perimeter of the stage, flashing her asshole and her snatch at the audience from a variety of postures. She dropped down onto her knees and went through a set of push ups that had her gigantic boobs bouncing off the lacquered parquet floor like a set of dribbled basketballs. She rolled onto her back and did a series of scissor spreads, slowly while running her right hand across her cunt and asshole while her left hand dabbled at an erected nipple. The more shameless and gross she became the more they liked it, the louder the applause. Toni and Lisa were cracking up in their seats and Stella was cracking up with them.

"This is the way we do it!" she screamed and rolled back onto her knees thrusting her ass out in an arching swivel giving everyone an unobstructed view of everything she had. "Oh yes!! she belched through the music moving right to the edge of the runway flexing the cheeks of her ass in time to the drums and out of time to the bass.

She brought her upper body straight up, hands above her head, stomach sucked in' and bent backwards grasping her ankles and moving her hips. She held this position for sixty seconds, her tits projecting outwards to their full glory. Her hairdo like her breasts was immobile throughout her acrobatic repertoire.

"Exercise is the answer," she screamed out, the words rising from the fountain of her throat as her cunt yawned wide open, as the skin stretched to the breaking point across her rib cage.

"You bet it is!" a full throated and boozy voice echoed back at her.

When it was all over Lisa and Toni clapped until their hands went numb. They finished the bottle of champagne and went backstage to see Stella. She was wrapped in a huge, furry orange robe that reached to the floor and made her look shorter than she was. Her makeup was running and cracking across her face, making her appear like a battered and neglected old doll, her hair was starting to wilt.

"Sure takes it out of you-what did you think of my act?" she said in one long breathless sentence, propping her feet up onto a folding chair.

"Loved it," Toni said.

"Great, really great," Lisa added.

"I do that twice a night six days a week and I earn every fucking penny I get and how. Who's got a cigarette for old Stella?" Lisa offered her a pack and she fumbled drunkenly with it before extracting one. "Shit!" she exhaled through a stream of blue smoke, "You girls gonna hang around for the second show or what?"

"I think we're going to pass Stella because it's been a long day for both of us. We flew in from Reno this morning and it's just beginning to hit me," Lisa said and knew that Toni was glad she had said it. Stella's act was great the first time around, but sitting there watching her go through her routine had depressed them, had reminded them what a long way they had come. Seeing her spread her legs and flashing her cunt and asking if anyone wanted a milkshake had brought them both back to a time that they didn't particularly want to revisit. Seeing someone they knew at a place where they had been had affected them adversely. Thinking of Stella and what the years would bring her filled them with a dread they preferred not to contemplate.

"Oh yeah. Reno? You livin' there still Lisa?" she asked with her head at an angle, her own siliconed ego momentarily stepping back into the shadows as she made the inquiry. They had both noted how Stella had not bothered to ask either one of them what changes time had wrought-intent only on herself. That was Stella.

"I've got a little motel outside of town that's been keeping me busy," Lisa said, "had it for a few years now and it's a living."

"Oh she's so fucking modest!" Toni interrupted, slapping Lisa on the wrist like a naughty child and moving closer to Stella.

"You should see this so called 'little motel'! Two swimming pools-one for the paying customers and one for herself! Spic and span runs like a well tuned Rolls Royce, Color television and ice in the rooms at any hour of the day or night."

"Oh yeah?" Stella responded with a faint flicker of interest. Lisa said, "It's home and I like it. You'll have to come and visit me sometime."

"I will, I will," Stella said but didn't sound like she would ever get around to it.

"And are you living in Reno too Torn?" she asked swinging her focus of attention on Toni.

"No I live right here in town. I'm in the travel agency business," she said and braced herself for what she knew was going to follow.

"You live in town and you haven't been to see me until now!!!" Stella said, the volume of her voice rising with the addition of every new word to the sentence.

"Sorry Stella, it's just been one of those things. I've been meaning to get around here ever since I read that you were here but never seemed to make it." It was a white lie. Toni had not really wanted to take on Stella alone and she had put it off until the right moment which was now.

"Oh well," Stella said, fatigue suddenly dropping over her eyes and sweeping Toni's apology aside with a wave of her hand and a spray of cigarette ash. "I wanna see you gals again soon. Maybe we can all get together and have dinner at my place some night." Lisa and Toni said that sounded like a good idea.

Chapter 5

Lisa strapped on the dildo.

"I'm glad you brought that thing," Toni said, her voice husky and low as she watched Lisa adjusting it around her waist, fitting it into the nest of her crotch. Lisa's body cast long shadows that flickered and wavered in the glow of the candle lit bedroom-an unearthly vision of sensuality about to pounce. It had been a long day and an exhausting evening but the minute they had gotten back to the apartment all the weariness drained from their bodies in that first embrace.

Toni's proposal for living together again had been scratching at Lisa's conscience all through dinner, all through the show at the Plumed Eagle and during the cab ride home. She knew that Toni was thinking about it also, turning the pros and cons around in her well organized pretty, little head. She reached down and felt the warm milk sloshing around in the dildo and looked at Toni sprawled on the bed. Her cunt started burning.

Lisa mounted Toni and reached down and stroked the bud of her nipples, pinching them softly and listening to her moan softly in appreciation. There would be this to look forward to every night she thought as she watched her rolling gracefully from side to side on the bed and that was worth something.

"Oh Lisa honey," Toni said grabbing the stiff post that brushed the inside of her thigh, "I want you inside me forever."

Lisa bent down and kissed her, her tongue a fierce, snaking muscle inside her mouth.

The dildo slid in without resistance. Toni's cunt was a moist, dripping pouch of aching want. She looked up into Lisa's face, into eyes that burned, felt her long, blonde hair teasing her breasts and shoulder blades. Lisa moved slowly, her hips forceful. She wrapped her arms around Toni's back and felt her thighs encircle her waist and begin to move with her.

"Does that feel good?" she asked watching Toni's mouth as it twitched spasmodically, turning down at the corners and melting into a smile at her question.

"Yes baby," she said moving her lips onto her breasts.

It was better this time than it had ever been, Toni thought as the cock and its glowing warmth rammed against the walls of her cunt opening her up. She felt Lisa reach down and poke at her asshole. She spread her legs wide and said, "Oh yes."

Lisa worked her finger up inside Toni gently, easing it in as far as it would go. Their bodies flowed together and Lisa felt her nipples would explode as she watched Toni taking her width, moving backwards and forwards on the penis that Jutted from between her legs.

Lisa felt Toni moving her onto her side and she went with the motion, tumbling deftly until their positions were reversed and Toni was on top without having lost a single stroke, her finger still lodged firmly in her ass. Toni squeezed hard at her nipples as Lisa bucked upwards driving the cock up to the hilt.

"Oh fuck!" Toni hissed and swung her pelvis down with a rigid force. She backed her cunt off it and felt Lisa's finger exiting slowly from her asshole.

When she bent down and stuffed the warm dildo into her mouth she tasted herself, tasted the wet of her own lust for Lisa. She sucked hard on the stiff column as if it were really a living appendage of her companion. She did it with all the love she could summon. It felt good between the cheeks of her mouth, brushing against her tongue and teeth. She moved off it slowly and began licking Lisa's thigh moving down until she passed the encircling straps until she tasted the heated point of Lisa's asshole.

Lisa welcomed her tongue as it poked and nestled inwards-lighting her cunt and stomach up simultaneously, squeezing and flexing her round and solid ass about it. There was still plenty of room for the finger that Toni inserted two seconds later.

"Ooooh!" Lisa hissed in a long, slow way grunting with pleasure, groaning with approval. Toni pushed her thighs back so as to have a clear shot at the pocket of Lisa's crack. Her tongue and finger moving deeper inside.

Lisa's feet hit the pillow behind her as Toni sucked and nibbled and prodded at her ass. She felt the dildo poke her in the chest a strand of her hair fell into her open mouth. Toni relaxed her hold upon Lisa and watched her legs settle down onto the bed, watched the cock standing straight up zooming out from under the hollow of her stomach.

She rolled Lisa onto her stomach and pulled her back so that her ass knifed upwards into her face. She spread the firm, tanned cheeks wet her thumb down with saliva and inserted it the gaping hole.

Lisa rasped as she wiggled it around inside her forcefully.

Toni must have had the vibrator stashed under the bed because Lisa hadn't seen it before. But there it was. She heard the soft whir of the batteries as Toni turned it on with one hand all the while fucking her with her strong, little thumb. Toni ran the vibrator down the outer length of her thighs, pressing it hard against her and working it around until it hit the top of her ass. Her moans grew louder as she felt it getting closer to her ass. When Toni's thumb slid out the vibrator slid in.

She coughed and whined and sputtered uncontrollably as the five inch vibrator lanced into her, stars of pleasure bursting and spraying in a fine shower across her closed eyelids. She could feel Toni crawling under her legs, pushing her back as she moved past the dildo and without much more effort worked it back into her cunt. Their total, combined and stuffed orifices were throbbing with unequalled pleasure now.

She fucked Toni hard, moving the dildo into her, pushing at the walls of her thighs, making sure she was getting every solid inch of it. Toni returned the favor by rolling the humming, teasing vibrator deep inside her ass until it was sunk in at the very tip, virtually engulfed and out of sight. They clung to each other in a wet, heaving mass of pussy and tits and salivating mouths.

They bit and clawed and scratched and left welts on shoulders and on backs as they covered one another with their mounting excitement. Toni couldn't get enough of the dildo and Lisa couldn't get enough of the vibrator.

"Ohh darling," Lisa moaned. Toni moaned back.

Their merged and flailing bodies threw a tangled web of shadows across the ceiling and walls. Lisa's powerful hips ground into Toni fiercely as the vibrator hummed and whirred and rotated inside of her. Their moans of ecstasy ricocheted through the spacious apartment, colliding and fusing until it sounded like a single expression of animal fury unleashed.

Lisa jammed three fingers into Toni's mouth and she smiled as Toni's tongue flickered at them before her jaws started biting and sucking and inhaling them into her like a cock. She mumbled something through the flapping motion of her mouth but the only thin? that emerged was a sound that resembled nothing in Lisa's vocabulary. Toni felt the dildo was going to rip her open. Lisa felt like the vibrator was about to split her clown the middle.

Images cascaded like a waterfall of diamonds through Toni's mind; visions of Lisa's suntanned and voluptuous body moving through the water, pulling herself up and out onto the heated flagstones, dripping and glossy reaching over to touch her extended leg as she lay there drowsily sucking up the solar rays. Lisa bending over her and brushing her lips with a damp hand and kissing her heatedly on the mouth. The ever present sun burning down on them, forcing them into a sweltering, cunt watering embrace.

Lisa pulling her back into the pool. She saw them together on the screen of her mind kissing at pawing each other roughly and tenderly and every way they had ever done. Their tits rubbing against each other, copper colored and hard, their hair tumbling in soaked strands across their faces getting in the way of their mouthing, suckling, leeching kisses.

Visions of long, cooling showers together. Soap and terry cloth passing over sun warmed, darkened skin. Delicate and loving and bubbly foamed and sudsy, slick and soft, bathed in rain water. Bathed in sunshine and moonlight. Long rides across the starry desert in a convertible, hands resting peacefully on Lisa's generous thigh, the smell of sage and tumbleweed caught in the cool, dry breeze of the night.

Taking Lisa and pulling her by her sun bleached thatch of flowing hair up onto all fours. Running a tongue down her back until it hit the tip of the crack of her ass. Then spreading those marvelous cheeks wide and then teasing her until she panted like a dog from want. Trailing a wet, taunting finger through the valley of flesh until it came to rest at the point of entry. Watching that mass of bronzed skin go suddenly slack weakened by the approaching excitement as Toni's finger slid easily up and into her.

Lapping long and hard on Lisa's cunt; sucking deeply on that beautiful, thick, sensitive clitoris between the canyons of her thighs, feeling the juices flow, tasting them as they spilled into her mouth, across her tongue. An image that moved into another image. Stella's ass swinging in high arcs, bathed in a glow of artificial light a perfect ass that moved hypnotically across her face, the hint of light brown pubic hair showing just beyond the curve.

Toni began to loose all sense of time. She felt her coordination disintegrate with every move of her hips. She moaned in a way that she had never heard herself moan before. Lisa was fucking her-inexhaustible in her energy, in her own driving needs. Fucking her through the mattress, screwing her brains into the floor, Her cunt felt like a cauldron and a rubber band all at the same time, boiling and ready to snap. The more the vibrator hummed and rotated in her ass the crazier Lisa became, her mouth a slash of lust across her wide, beautiful face.

When it was all over, after the dildo had disgorged its milky froth into Toni's cunt after the vibrator in Lisa's ass had burned itself out bringing her to orgasm, they lay there washed by waves of fatigue. Toni had just enough strength left to blow out the sputtering, gutted candles before she joined Lisa in the deepest and darkest of sleeps tumbling into a world that mercifully contained no shadows, no questions, no answers, no alternatives.

They didn't leave the apartment for three days. "I'm going to get hooked on that thing," Lisa said every time Toni lashed the dildo around her waist and went to work screwing her blind, jamming her cunt with its warmth, teasing her nipples into diamond hard erection, fingering her asshole until she squealed with pleasure.

"And that's so bad?" Toni would say in reply as her hips ground out a chorus of passion, pumping Lisa's pussy to bursting, lost in the ritual of orgasm.

While Lisa was still in that twilight world of half sleep, half awake and only partially aware of the juice that slicked her thighs she would feel Toni starting in all over again. Like an obliging rag doll she would roll over onto her stomach and spread her legs feeling the goose down pillow being placed under her, raising her body several inches off the mattress and then she would suddenly come to full consciousness as Toni's tongue began its downward journey into the crack of her buttocks. She could offer no resistance because there was no need to do so. There was nothing left to do but submit and oblige.

Whatever it was that had come over Toni, the surge of unquenchable passion, the almost demonic sexual drive, Lisa accepted. It felt too good to do otherwise. Once that pink tongue had sunk into her asshole it was all over. She was cooperative putty in her hands. The louder she moaned the harder Toni sucked and teased and tantalized her until she was literally screaming for the dildo, for something more substantial than Toni's tongue. She was rammed and rimmed and reamed non stop for what she calculated to be hours on end.

Her stomach was churning from the fucking she was getting, doing somersaults as Toni sunk her hands into her buttocks, using them like a rider uses the horn of a saddle to stay in the seat as she navigated her to another devastating climax, fingering her clit, twirling away inside her cunt as the dildo stretched her ass to its full length letting the warm milk come in timed spurts dribbling just a bit and then a bit more until her eyes would bug outward in her head, until she thought her entire insides would expand outward and drop. And always there was more. The total beauty of it all was more than she could really take. She would finally have to beg her to release the last of it, to put her out of her blissful, well misery wasn't exactly the word for what she was going through, but her body, all her senses just couldn't take it.

They stumbled from bed to bath to the refrigerator and back to bed in a blur. The sheets had become caked and cracked with their come and they only barely noticed. Occasionally they would be aware of day lapsing into night for the curtains were drawn tight against the outside world. The sounds of the street would filter into the apartment like a shadowy intruder; a dog barking from some backyard, a cat wailing forlornly in the night, a fog horn belching a warning to all those ships that traveled darkened seas, carrying people away, bringing people back, cars squalling like undistinguished muzak in the background in the mind.

They didn't talk to each other, they murmured, they whispered. They told each other of faraway times and of lost days. Neon ghosts in a wilderness of tinsel and tacky bodies that had never come home. Of the way life could be-like it was now-forever if they only dared to work things out.

They fondled each other with as much passion in between the bouts of screaming ecstasy as they did at the threshold of orgasm. Nothing existed beyond those four walls. The phone would ring from time to time and Toni would yell for it to cease its crying, stop its demands upon her happiness, and it would.

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa-", Toni said over and over again.

And Lisa stretched her long frame and replied, "I'm right here, I'm right here."

They made love until their bodies could no longer respond to the hunger of the heart and then they would topple into that black tunnel of oblivion, wrapped around each other, entwined in soul and body, snoring blissfully through lips bruised by love.

Chapter 6

Tuesday

They said goodbye at the airport. "It's not really goodbye," Toni said looking at Lisa all blonde and brushed and shining in her brown suede suit. "It's just like they say in the movies, 'au revoir,' until we meet again and all that."

The androgynous computer voice announced the departure of flight four-o-one for Reno, Nevada and Lisa bent down to kiss Toni and whispered, "Of course it's not goodbye." And then she walked through the boarding gate turning once to wave. And then she was gone.

Content

Fran Furnivall
Shack-Ups!

All Night Room Service… Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6