by Norma Egan
"I gotta have it," he whined. "Open up, baby, suck me off. HURRY."
Herb laughed. "Hey, far out idea, old buddy," he said. "No reason why we both can't have her."
Jenny was so startled that she automatically obeyed Sid, opening her mouth and allowing him to stuff his thick hard dick inside. He whined and began to fuck her mouth, jerking his swollen meat briskly over her slick tongue. She was taking two cocks at once, one slicing eagerly over her tongue, the other pumping hungrily in her cunt.
She was shocked, she was embarrassed, and yet at the same time she felt hot wicked excitement. Herb's jerking meat felt better and better in her boiling little box, and she eagerly ate Sid's dripping cock-juice as it fell onto her tongue. She felt her fiery-hot cunt building quickly toward an explosive climax.
"UMMMMMM," Jenny moaned.
The men came right along with her, her bodyrocking orgasm triggering their own climaxes. She felt her mouth flooded with tasty hot jism just at the very moment Herb gushed his come into her gripping little cunt. They all rocked and moaned together till the men sighed and climbed off of her.
Herb waddled off to the bathroom, and Sid bent close to Jenny and said, "Honey, you were fantastic tonight. You got a great fortune ahead of you, if you just let me guide you. You stop in my office tomorrow night before work, and I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Sid had requested, Jenny dropped by his office the next night before work. She wondered just what was the fabulous offer he'd talked about. She just hoped it would involve making a lot more money.
"Sit down, honey," Sid said. "Care for a drink?"
"My, my, aren't we being formal?" Jenny said with a smile. "No thanks, Sid. I don't need a drink. Just explain what you were saying last night about an offer."
Sid lit a cigarette and looked at her intently across his desk. "Well, for openers, this club isn't my only business," he said. "In fact, this is just chicken feed compared to my main operation. I want to transfer you to the main operation."
Jenny was puzzled. As far as she knew, the Jet Set was already the biggest and most prosperous nightclub in the city. She hadn't been aware that Sid owned any other businesses. He seemed to be reading her thoughts, because he smiled and went on.
"No, you don't know about this place. Not many people do, just the ones that count. It's a house I own, a few miles from here. I keep only the best-looking girls there. The work is real easy, too. All you have to do is give the customers a good time."
Slowly his meaning was getting through to Jenny. She reddened. "You mean you mean this place is, uh, a house of prostitution?" she stammered.
Sid laughed. "Don't be so uptight, honey," he said. "You wouldn't be doing anything different from what you're doing now, except you wouldn't have to dance. Just be nice to the customers, like always. There's big bucks in it, for you, baby. A lot more than you're making now."
"Oh, Sid, I couldn't do that," Jenny said, shocked. "I couldn't be a hooker."
He looked impatient. "Baby, you already are a hooker," he said. "Surely, you haven't forgotten those customers you went home with, the ones you balled for money? So don't tell me you can't do the work. I already know you do it, damned well." Jenny buried her face in her hands, overcome with shame. Sid was right she'd already prostituted herself. It seemed incredible that just a week ago she was an innocent virgin. Now she was selling her body for money and hardly giving it a second thought. But could she actually bring herself to work in a cat house?
"Listen," Sid said, "I'll let you have a trial run. There's a job you can do tonight, not at the house, but at a hotel. There's five hundred bucks in it for you. Why don't you just take it, and see how you do?"
"Five hundred dollars?" Jenny gasped. "What kind of man would pay that much for one night?"
"There's more than one guy," Sid explained. "It's a bunch of guys attending a convention, wanting a little action. Come on, baby, whaddya say? Just give it a try."
Jenny wavered. She was still horrified at the idea of becoming a hooker, but that five hundred dollars would bring her much nearer to her goal. And as Sid said, it wouldn't be much different from the kind of things she'd been doing already. If she didn't like it, she could go back to being just a dancer.
"Well, all right," she said nervously. "I'll try it, just this once."
"That's my girl," Sid beamed. "Here, I'll write down the address. You better get over there, right away."
"But what about the floor show?" Jenny said. "I'll still have to dance tonight."
"I'll find a substitute," Sid said. "You may never have to dance again, kid. You might be going on to something much bigger and better if you're smart."
Jenny took the address and drove to one of the city's most popular hotels. The room was on the fifth floor. She tried to control her nervousness as she rang the buzzer. For tonight, at least, she was actually working as a prostitute. It seemed so unreal. She kept reminding herself how much that five hundred dollars would mean to her and Ron.
The door opened, and a pudgy middle-aged man leered at her and said, "Well, hello there. I sure hope you have the right room, gorgeous."
"Sid sent me," Jenny said primly.
"Fantastic," the man said. "Come on in." Besides the pudgy one, there were four men in the room, all of them middle-aged, all of them slightly drunk, and none of them very attractive. Jenny was regretting that she'd come when the pudgy man handed her a roll of bills. Jenny counted the money quickly and put it in her purse. She was committed to finish the job.
"Hey, fellows, look what Sid sent over," the pudgy man said, leading Jenny to the center of the room.
"Oh, Jesus," said another man, "he really delivered, didn't he? Beautiful."
There were murmurs of approval from the others, and all five men stared hungrily at Jenny. She didn't know what to do next. Only now did it occur to her that she hadn't the vaguest idea how professional hookers operated. She decided the best thing would be to come right to the point and get the job over with.
"Well, should we get on with it?" she said briskly. "There is a bedroom, isn't there?"
The pudgy one grinned and said, "Yeah, there's a bedroom, gorgeous, and I'm sure we'll all be seeing you in there, later. But, we figured for the money we paid, we should get a little entertainment, too. Sid said you were a dancer."
Jenny reddened with irritation. Damn that Sid, he'd tricked her again! After giving her that line about never having to dance again, he'd apparently phoned these men and told them she could perform. She only wanted to ball them and get it done with, but now she was obligated to give them their money's worth.
"That right," she sighed, "I can dance. Can we have some music?"
The men cheered and applauded, and one of them switched on a radio. Loud rock music filled the room. Wearily Jenny removed her coat. The cheers and applause got louder when she stood before the men in just her outrageously skimpy costume from the club. There was a large table at the side of the room. Jenny leaped up on it and started to dance.
"Yeah, shake it, baby," somebody shouted. "Wiggle that sweet little ass."
"Show us the merchandise, honey."
Jenny was used to this kind of taunting from her experiences in the club, and it didn't bother her much. She coolly went through her routine, kicking high in the air, whirling to poke her saucy little butt at the cheering men. She could tell they liked her act very much. They were probably all dying to fuck her.
The only problem was, she'd have to gratify them. It wasn't like the club, where she could escape after her performance. This time she couldn't just grab her coat and run out the door. She'd have to go to bed with five men first. She kept reminding herself that the ordeal was worth it for the money.
"Hey, baby," someone shouted, "do a little strip."
"Yeah, take it off."
"TAKE IT OFF."
They all joined in the cry. At first Jenny ignored it, but when i
t got louder and more insistent, she realized she'd be angering her customers if she didn't obey. And did it really matter? She'd be taking off her clothes pretty soon anyway. She didn't like stripping before five leering strangers, but she had to give them what they wanted.
Facing the shouting men, her body impishly thrust forward, Jenny quickly drew down the long zipper at the back of her costume. The little garment floated down to her ankles, and she kicked it out of the way. There was dead silence from the men, nothing but the blare of rock music, as Jenny danced before them without a stitch of clothing.
Finally one of the men caught his breath and said wonderingly, "Holy, shit, what a body."
That seemed to be the general consensus. The men crowded closer to watch, their eyes darting eagerly from Jenny's cute little brown muff to her huge wobbling tits. Now when she kicked high in the air or displayed her saucy little ass, the men thundered their approval. They jostled each other to get a better glimpse of her gleaming pink pussy.
Jenny felt totally mortified, and she was relieved when the number finally came to an end. She jumped off the table, big melon-shaped boobs wobbling, and headed for the bedroom. She didn't care what they said, she wasn't giving any more public performances. She lay down on the bed, flushed from her vigorous dancing, and waited.
The first man to enter the room was the pudgy one who'd met her at the door. He carefully closed the bedroom door behind him and gawked longingly at Jenny's superb naked body. His wet tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He inched closer to the bed, but hesitantly, as if he were afraid to touch her. Standing at the end of the bed, he began to take off his clothes.
"By the way," he said timidly, "you can call me Stu."
"Hello, Stu," she said coolly. "My name's Jenny."
"That was a beautiful dance you did, Jenny," Stu said.
"Thank you," she said.
So much for conversation. Stu seemed too overwhelmed to say anything more, and Jenny didn't care if they talked or not. She just wanted to do her job and go home. She watched as Stu undressed.
He was average height, maybe forty years old, and had a pale, plump, nearly hairless body. He certainly wasn't a turn-on to look at, and the sight of his cock didn't help much, either.
As he lowered his shorts, Jenny saw his prick standing up stiffly from his sandy-haired bush. The pale blue-veined stalk was perhaps four inches long and quite skinny. Well, at least he couldn't hurt her with it. Her cunt was totally dry, and she wouldn't have wanted to take a large thick cock just then.
Stu stepped awkwardly out of his shorts and pants, then crawled onto the bed beside Jenny. At first he just lay there staring at her, as if he couldn't believe she was for real. His little blue eyes darted back and forth from her big heaving boobs to her sweet little puff of glossy brown pussy-fur. Jenny sighed impatiently. She wanted to fuck him and get it over with.
"You can touch me, if you want, Stu," she said. "That's what you paid for."
He gave a big sigh. "You'll have to pardon me," he said. "I never made love to a girl as beautiful as you before. I guess, I'm a little nervous."
Timidly he reached out and placed his hands on her huge ripe jugs. He petted the silky globes with a shy feathery touch. His small hands seemed dwarfed by her enormous tits. Gradually he began to relax, pressing her hot smooth flesh more firmly, rubbing his thumbs over her big rosy nipples.
"My gosh," he sighed, "I just can't believe this is happening."
"With money, anything happens," Jenny assured him wearily.
"Yeah, I suppose," Stu sighed. "My friends and I saved all year for this convention, for the night when we could get ourselves a girl. We always pool our money, and get one girl for the five of us. But we never dreamed we'd get someone as fantastic as you. Usually they're dogs."
"You can't lose when you do business with Sid Lewis," Jenny said sarcastically.
Stu missed the sarcasm and said earnestly, "Boy, you aren't kidding. We're gonna do business with Sid from now on, I can tell you."
As he talked, he got more turned on, and soon he was petting the soft warm fur of her muff. Jenny wished he would just shut up and ball her, but he kept on chirping away about his business and his home town as he caressed her. Finally Jenny ran out of patience. She had to do something to speed him up. At this rate it would take her all night to service the five men.
"Oh, your cock's so nice and hard, Stu," she purred.
She reached out and curled her fingers around his skinny little prick. It disappeared completely in her fist, but she felt a sudden gush of hot sticky juice into her palm, and Stu moaned hoarsely. She gave his thin hard dick a couple' of hot squeezes, and he moaned again. His hands slipped away from her body, and he just lay there glassy-eyed and panting as Jenny pumped his cock.
"Why don't you fuck me, now, darling?" she said in a low husky voice.
She rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. Stu was on her in a second, wriggling down between her silky thighs, hammering his little rosy cock-head against the smooth pink flesh of her gash. He reminded Jenny of a rutting rabbit, all pale and shrill and excited. Finally he managed to get his dick into her cunt, and he squealed with excitement.
"Oh, boy," Stu cried, "OH, BOY!"
He couldn't control himself. He fucked her hard and fast, whinnying shrilly as he enjoyed the heat and tightness of her young box. To Jenny it felt mildly pleasant. She always liked to ball, but Stu didn't turn her on much. He didn't hurt her, either. She just lay back and enjoyed the stiff jerking of his cock, knowing she wouldn't get off. It didn't matter. For five hundred bucks she didn't have to come.
"EEEEEEE," Stu shrieked.
It had taken him less than a minute to come. He was so excited, fucking her so fast and hard, that he was already squirting his steamy come into her snug little twat. Jenny pitied his wife. It must be hell to have a man always come before you could get off. She waited impatiently till he stopped squealing and jerking.
"Ohhhhh, BOY," Stu sighed.
He rolled off her, his prick wet and wrinkled and tiny. He looked flushed and happy as he got dressed, and he even gave Jenny a shy smile. She forced a smile in return. As soon as he was out of the room, she hurried to the dresser and fixed her hair. She just had time to lie down on the bed again when the next man entered the room.
This one was tall, gaunt and bony, and he reminded Jenny of an undertaker. His hair was thinning on top, and he looked permanently gloomy. He even looked gloomy as he gazed at Jenny's lovely naked body. He started to undress. It made Jenny nervous that he didn't say a word.
"Hi," she chirped, "my name's Jenny. What's yours? If you don't mind telling me, that is."
"Leo," he said.
That was it. Jenny stirred nervously as she watched him take off his clothes. He was certainly ogling every inch of her delectable body, but he didn't seem too happy about it. She studied his bony chest with its tiny patch of black hairs. Then he lowered his pants and shorts, and her eyes widened. At least Leo had one thing going for him.
His rigid cock was perhaps eight inches long and quite thick. It was too big and heavy to stand straight up, so even in its swollen fullness it wagged lewdly in front of him. His bush was black and sparse, his balls ugly and wrinkled. But that didn't matter. His cock was fantastic. Jenny felt a little surge of lusty interest.
Leo removed the last of his clothing and crawled onto the bed beside her. Jenny couldn't take her eyes off his monstrous cock. She knew she was staring rudely, but she'd just never seen a dick that thick and long before. The purple head looked as big as a golf ball. The blue veins stood out high and swollen on his hugely fat shaft.
"Roll over, please," Leo said.
Jenny obediently rolled over onto her belly. Leo got over her and slowly lowered his weight onto her, slipping down between her silky thighs. He sighed softly and reached down to direct his cock into her. She felt the enormous hard hot cock-head pressing against the tiny tight mouth of her cu
nt. Fortunately her snug box was well lubricated with Stu's come.
"My wife won't let me do it to her this way," Leo informed her, "so, I like to do it whenever I get the chance. Which is rarely."
He still sounded gloomy as he pushed into her. Jenny felt his monstrous cock slowly easing up her cunt, stretching her dainty pink pussylips almost to bursting, fully stuffing her tiny tight box. His cock was so long, it seemed to go on forever, reaching far up in her belly. Every other cock she'd taken seemed dwarfed in comparison.
It made Jenny hotly excited. She loved the feeling of being almost breathlessly stuffed with his thick meat. She whined softly as his balls finally came to rest against her butt, and her scalding-hot cunt cream gushed around his deeply-buried dick. Leo himself didn't do a thing for her, but his prick was fantastic.