The V Whisperer

by Deborrah Girard

  “A little straddling to start with.” He pulled out some cash.

  “She’s busy right now.” Mandy cut in, waiving Abbey off. “Let me entertain you.”

  Abbey scrambled away to take a drink order at another table but watched Mandy out of the corner of her eye. The girl had spared her and she was grateful. Mandy had successfully averted his attention. She took his hand and directed it onto her half exposed pussy. Mandy moved to straddle him and let him manipulate her pubic lips however he wanted. Pulling off his eye glasses, Mandy ran them through her parted pussy lips before adjusting them back on his face. The man hooted wildly and stuck a twenty- dollar bill in the waist of her outfit.

  Balancing a tray of drinks, Abbey made her way through the crowd to the appropriate table. Two of the men already now engaged with dancers, the others cheering them on. There was nothing she could do besides watch until she could set the drinks down and collect the money.

  Suddenly one of the men cleared the table with one hand and lay the dancer on her back where he proceeded to suck her wide open pussy. The girl, Abbey couldn’t remember her name, knotted her legs holding him down and squirmed her pleasure. The others cheered him on.

  More and more as the night progressed, Abbey couldn’t deny that sexual tension was building inside her. Not only could she feel it in her stomach but also in her genitals. Part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind but that tiny shred of shyness kept her together.

  On the way home, Abbey’s horny sensations wouldn’t dispel. Her body was in tune to the lifestyle way before her will. She realized she had to get with it or resolve herself to a life of masturbation. Something else the whisperer had told her.

  Mandy showered first. When Abbey emerged, she found her friend draped in a long, black see-through voile over crotch-less panties. Mandy stood looking at herself in the mirror, fingering her hardened nipples. “What do you think of this little number?”

  “You’re wearing that to bed? Why wear anything?”

  “Men love sexy women. If you wear nothing, you don’t stimulate sexual arousal quite the same. It’s a teasing process for all partners.”

  Mandy certainly looked sexy. So much so, she had difficulty averting her eyes. What had Rick said about women finding each other’s bodies exciting? It was true. Right now Abbey’s clitoris was twitching out of control. After her first night in the club, she understood how sex was necessary once you got home. Any human specie needed that total release.

  Mandy checked herself in the mirror and sprayed on perfume. “Let’s find something for you, shall we?”

  “That’s okay. I don’t have a man waiting for me.”

  “Says who?”

  “Me.”

  “I wouldn’t bet on that.” Mandy laughed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Lorny is bringing a few people home. Just the usual. I think.”

  “I think I’ll pass.”

  “Aren’t you horny? Admit it. I know you are.”

  “All right, you win. I’m horny. There I said it. Are you happy?”

  “Good girl. Now what do you want a thong, a pair like these,” she pointed to her panties, “or another teddy? Never mind, here’s a pair like mine. All you have to do is find something to slip over them.”

  Abbey chose a short, silky body slip then admired herself in the full- length mirror.

  “Very cute.”

  “Perfect.” Mandy purred. “We are going to generate a few major hard-on’s tonight, but not before we get some satisfaction.”

  “Mandy! We’re here.” Lorny called from the entrance.

  “Be right there.” She left Abbey in front of her own reflection. “Hurry.”

  It wasn’t so bad. As she meandered into the living room, she discovered most of the people came from the club. There was only one person she hadn’t seen at the club. The vagina whisperer, Rick was here. Just because she hadn’t seen him in the club doesn’t mean he wasn’t there.

  Mandy made a big production of making sure she introduced her to everyone, and despite the familiarity, her heart raced.

  “How do you like our friendly hang-out?” Fred asked as his hand ran up her thigh to knead her ass cheek.

  The hand was warm and determined and Abbey felt her pussy lips strain to open and expose an erect clit. “Very nice.”

  “Abbey, can you help me with the drinks?”

  “Sure thing.” Mandy saved her once again. She scurried to the bar and helped Mandy, whom informed everyone after the first, it was self-serve.

  “Hello, Abbey. I was hoping to see you tonight. I talked to Mandy earlier and she told me you’d be at the club. You did very well.”

  “Hi, Rick. Thank you...I think.”

  “How have you been?”

  “Better.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “You have a lot to do with that.” She said bravely.

  “I’m happy to take some of the credit. Come, sit with me.”

  “Sure.” With a drink in hand, Abbey followed him to one of the sofas. Her other hand went over her heart hoping to steady the erotic beats.

  As they sat down facing the opposite wall, they watched Shelly give in to persistence. The girl did a hand stand then Bill walked up to her, grabbed her waist to steady her. Shelley’s legs crossed around his neck while her arms tagged his thighs. She pulled out his cock and began to suck and tease him. Bill was free to walk, drink and lower his head to suck her at leisure. This was his heaven. They didn’t call him the walking orgasm for nothing.

  Abbey hardly noticed when Lorny crawled across the floor up into Mandy’s spread legs. The

  force of the sucking was nearly her undoing. She had to look away. “Tell me,” she inquired bravely, “what’s it really like belonging to a group like this?” “It’s wonderful, Abbey. We’ve been together a long time. Some of the younger ones are

  transient but the rest of us are pretty stable.” It sounded to him like she was thinking about it. He hoped

  so. “At first I found it overwhelming.” “And now?” “I’m mellowing.” She smiled “Only in New York!” “M.A.S.A is growing by leaps and bounds I’m surprised you hadn’t heard of it.” “Well, Michigan isn’t exactly a metropolis.” “I’m glad you’re here, Abbey.”

  Just then someone named Clyde joined the party. Bill yelled to him, “Here’s the guy that screws from morning to morning. How many women squirmed for your dick today, Clyde?” Everyone laughed.

  “Always one more.” He smirked and walked toward the bar. “Any new blood here tonight?” Obviously he’d heard something. “Wow!” His eyes fell on Abbey.

  Rick took her hand. “Taken.” He announced. It was a spur of the moment action. He claimed possession without knowing that’s what she wanted or whether or not she had plans with Clyde. His gut reaction was ahead of him. There was a moment’s hesitation when he wondered whether to apologize and let her go. Then he felt her move. The thought of Abbey with Clyde together didn’t sit well with him. These new emotions went hand in hand with his previous musing of wanting to get to know her better. What the fuck did that mean? The possibility of her being a transient shouldn’t be overlooked. His rule of thumb was never get emotionally involved with one of these because the impact could crush him.

  Abbey squeezed Rick’s hand, glad of the alliance. She caught Clyde’s eyes. They winked with lustful intent and communicated exactly what he’d like to do to her. “Thanks.” She whispered. “Dick, you son-of-a-bitch!” “The whisperer is going to pave the way for the rest of you numb nuts.” Someone yelled.

  The hair on Abbey’s neck stood up. She pulled Rick’s hand to her chest. “I’ve been rescued more than once tonight. I’m very grateful.” “That’s okay if she likes skinny dicks. When you’re in the mood for a big fat one, you know who to call.” Clyde’s throaty laugh hovered above the noise level.

  Rick’s arm went around her shoulders. “Don’t let him get to you. His growl is worse than his snap.”

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nbsp; Abbey looked up at Rick. “Do you want to slip away somewhere quiet?”

  “Of course.”

  “Follow me to my room.”

  Abbey locked the door behind them. “At last. I’m beginning to get a headache. Please sit down.”

  “Come here, Abbey.”

  She turned and slowly approached him. Looking into his eyes was both exhilarating and un-inhibitive. He had such a peaceful aura about him it was easy to fall under his spell. His hands went around her ass cheeks and with measured sinew, pulled her toward him.

  Those same hands caressed her smooth white thighs and when his palms moved to cup her heavy breasts, she sighed. Abbey closed her eyes and leaned toward the pull of his voice. He was intoxicating. She stood with her feet slightly apart, her hands around his neck nearly drowning in this man’s sensuality. Of it’s own volition her body began to gyrate a sexy rhythm as his capable hands shifted to remove her outfit. Rick pulled the bodice over her head. “I like these.” His fingers went inside the band of her panties “But they have to go as well.”

  Abbey tugged them off and tossed them. Screw gravity! He always made her nipples point toward the sky. The feather touch of his fingers sent shivers over her body and the heightened anticipation lent a red flush to her face.

  Rick pulled her tightly to him. “Uhmmm! You feel like an upright bolt of velvet. You’re so soft, malleable and extremely hot.” He smiled before feathering kisses at her temple.

  Her internal thermostat was burdened. She felt like an animal presenting itself to its mate. A mate whose painstaking bewitchment was slow and calculated. Wiggling with renewed fervor made him moan.

  Rick’s right hand swerved its way down and gently took hold of her entire core. Two enticing fingers rippled, separated then penetrated her eager split. His own swelling was swift and restrictive. Totally in the way, keeping her from fleshy contact.

  Abbey stepped backward toward the bed, pulling him with her. He offered no objection and refused to relinquish his internal hold. Not a problem. She put her own hands to good use and pulled off the rest of his barriers.

  Gently she lowered herself to the bed, conscious of the expert direction of his deliberate fingers. When he pulled them out, she felt bereft, barren. Abbey repositioned and waited for Rick to come forward. “I’m so glad our time together promoted your fruition, Abbey. I hate to think of the waste.” “I hate to think of what I may have missed. I’ll be eternally grateful.” Abbey spread her legs in formal invitation.

  Even in the dim light, Rick could see the pink clit clearly throbbing in outright expectation. He approached and lowered his mouth covering her offering like a plastic lid on a china bowl...form fitting and air- tight. The tempo of his tongue rivaled the suckling while the combination of the two spiraled her into immediate orgasm.

  “Very nice, Abbey.” He moved, trailing his lips down the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. “You

  really needed that.” “Yes.” The word slipped easily from her mouth. “It was my pleasure. Now let’s slow it down a bit. Relax your body and ride the wave. Just let

  it ride. When you think you’ve bottomed out, pull back and ride again. Remember, you always want to maximize your pleasure. Make a mental image and store it for future reference.” “And what pleasure it is.” She said in spurts. “But I have to look at you to make a mental image.” “Good girl. Go ahead.” His hand went back to her pussy, his palm messaging his assistance and shepherding her control. “Rick, this feels so good. Her eyelids contracted against the sensations, refusing to open and

  flood her vision with finality. “But I can’t open my eyes. I think they are in the back of my head.” “Take your time. Just don’t go to sleep on me, Abbey.” “I promise. Don’t stop, Rick.” “I won’t. I’m going to steer you toward another wave. Fasten your seatbelt.” His hand folded

  into her wide openness.

  Abbey breathed deeply and allowed him deep access. His fingers twirled in the moist cavity with a force that jerked her body with every revolution. “You have magic fingers.” She managed between critical air gasps. “I don’t want to pull the rabbit out of the hat just yet.” He propelled her clit between thumb and index finger, tugging and teasing incessantly. “How does this feel?”

  “Fabulous. Already I’m holding back.”

  “How do you want me to finish this, Abbey?”

  “Any way you like. I’m going to cum...soon.” Imagine him asking such a question. No one else ever would. He was such a great man.

  “It’s up to me then.” For the moment he continued to torment her swollen, erect clit. The torture tease made her squirm. For good measure, Rick’s fingers burrowed deep inside once again and he could feel her warm excretions. He withdrew his hand and reached his pant pocket for a condom.

  The lull in the action was sufficient for Abbey to open her eyes and observe the magnificent man. He tore the wrapper and removed the rubber. His large, long fingers skillfully sheathed himself and she noticed a fine layer of perspiration dampening his brow.

  He held his monument in his hand before aiming it into her. She matched his pumping with fierce velocity and timed her secretion to his. Perfect. He was perfect, this was perfect, and she was loving him...

  What? What on earth was she thinking? She wasn’t really in love with him, was she? It was more like she loved what he did to her, how he made her feel. Right? How could she love someone she’d met days ago? Her explanation was, not only was her body easily seduced, so was her mind.

  After Rick left, it was a long time before she could rest. The noise in the main room had settled, there was nothing to keep her awake. She felt lonely and alone. All she could think about was Rick and how he made her feel. The images made her insides twitch.

  Her sexuality was in full bloom and she had the vagina whisperer to thank. Maybe reconsidering her situation was the new order. She was beginning to feel comfort and actually like her new world, new life. The eroticism alone was unbelievable. “My God! I’m laying here thinking I may be in love.” She felt amazing, so in harmony. The serenity enveloped her like a warm blanket. A lullaby for the soul. She thought about him over and over and wondered if she should call him to see what he was doing...who he was doing?

  No. Not prudent. That was none of her business. Besides, she had no idea how deep his feelings ran for her. But she could sense the man did have some feelings for her. It was obvious to her after tonight. He likes me. Mandy said so!

  CHAPTER SIX

  Coffee spilled on the burner when Abbey picked up the pot to pour herself a cup. It was nearly one o’clock. Never had she slept so late. She flipped her omelet and popped her toast just as Mandy joined her.

  “What smells so good? Have you been up long?”

  “No. I got up about a half hour ago and thought I’d make a little brunch.”

  “You’re quite the little homemaker.” Mandy remarked, stirring milk into her cup.

  “I saw you and the vagina whisperer slip away last night. I didn’t hear him leave.” She smiled.

  “He did leave. I’m not sure what time it was.”

  “You fancy the man, don’t you.” Don’t lie.” Mandy teased.

  “Yes. I like him a lot. But that’s between you and me.”

  “Wow! Does he know that?”

  The phone shrilled. While Mandy answered, Abbey began clearing the kitchen. She was shooed away by a sweet lady named Connie.

  “Abbey that was the shift manager from the club. I’m on stage tonight but you have the night off. Angela and a couple other regulars are back in the rotation. But I’m working the floor with you night after that. Hope that’s okay?”

  “That’s fine.” She balanced her plate on one hand. Lorny has a touch of a cold.” Mandy told her. “I’m not sure what he’s going to be up to later. Anyway, if I don’t see you tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  True to her word, Abbey left the apartment an hour and a half later, deciding to treat herself to a little sight-seeing
and shopping. She walked for a long time careful not to loose her sense of direction. She took in a matinee, an arcade and ended up in a beautiful restaurant where she was served a delicious meal and met a group of friendly tourists. In such a short period of time she’d seen the city from different perspectives. She’d done a lot of living in one afternoon for a small town girl. It was much to get used to.

  It was nearly nine when she sauntered back to the apartment. Music was playing but no one was around. Mandy either forgot to turn it off or Lorny was home. He wasn’t in the main rooms but their bedroom door was shut. Could be he’s taking care of his cold.

  In her own room, she deposited her parcels on the bed and began to undress. Getting comfortable, sorting out her purchases and the rest of her wardrobe was her agenda for the evening.

  Her new jeans fit like a glove. She tried on different pop- tops and was pleased with the pairings. When she finished she took a look at herself in the mirror. Fingering her dark nipples, she felt an erotic sensation rush through her. This is what it was all about, she told herself. Better get used to it.

  The other girls envied her naturally heavy. She couldn’t imagine having implants like Mandy and several other girls. What she was blessed with turned out to be more than she could handle. Her eyes fell on the curly triangle of pubic hair. Up till a few days ago, cunt seemed like an ugly word. Now it was a normal part of her vocabulary. She smoothed the lush area between her legs and wondered about her new- found sexual freedom. There was plenty to be said about it, nothing she couldn’t deny. Maybe is she’d had a normal young life things would have been different. But there was no turning back. It was full throttle ahead. Like it or not.

  She climbed into bed with her magazines and played with the lamp for better lighting. It was in this position, with her bare ass above the covers, that she heard the bedroom door open.

  “Nice ass!” Lorny laughed as he walked toward the bed.

  “I didn’t hear you knock.” Abbey caught her breath.

  “I didn’t.”

  “Oh!” She swallowed, unsure of herself.