The next day Frankie tried to talk her out of ever calling Carla again, with a weak promise that if she really felt that she needed the extra kick of heroin he would get it for her.
She knew that she would need something stronger than alcohol or pot if she were going to have to go through with her arrangement with Fred Johnson. She couldn't face the idea of working as a call girl for him, or for anyone. Frankie hadn't told her that he knew about the deal with Flanagan, he had been too concerned with her sudden interest in "H".
She got up early the next day and left a note for Frankie that she had some errands to do that she hadn't finished the day before and went out.
She called Shoo-Fly to get Carla's phone number and he told her that she didn't have a phone, but that she lived in a rather sleazy hotel on the other side of town. She didn't have much money, but she decided to take a chance on finding her in a more congenial mood and asking her to trust her for some of the "horse". She knew that it was a slim chance, but she had to have some before she kept her appointment with Johnson.
It took her about an hour to find the hotel and she hesitated before she went in the dirty, broken down building and knocked on Carla's door.
"Whadda ya want?" a voice called out, and she couldn't tell whether or not it was a man's or a woman's!
"It's me… Cynthia," she answered, "Is Carla there?"
"Well, who the hell do you think this is? Come on in, the door's open."
Cynthia turned the knob and walked into the tiny room. Clothes were lying around on the bed the chair and on the floor. Empty bottles were scattered everywhere and Carla was in bed with some man who had his face covered with the blanket, but Carla didn't seem to mind that she had come in.
"I can come back if you want me to," she said falteringly.
"No… no… you're here now, what can I do for you?"
The man in the bed rolled over and buried his head under a pillow saying, "Why don't you two shut up. I'm trying to sleep."
"That's tough," Carla retorted, "A friend came to visit me. If you don't like it you can leave!"
"Maybe I'll do that," he grumbled and then was quiet.
"I've come to get some stuff," Cynthia volunteered reluctantly, not sure whether or not Carla's friend knew anything about it.
"I told you last night that you need the price. Did you bring any money?"
Cynthia told her that she didn't have much, but that she was sure she could get more by the afternoon if she would just advance her enough for the day.
"Frankie'll kill me if he finds out I supply you, you know," she said, "You've got to promise not to tell him."
"I won't tell him… honest," she answered, "In fact, don't you tell him that I came to you for it."
"I can only get the stuff in 50.00 lots… okay?"
"Yes… anything, just give me enough for today and I'll have the money this afternoon."
"How're you going to manage that?" she asked laughingly knowing that Frankie wouldn't give her the money and that she would have to get it somewhere else.
"That's none of your business, and what do you care anyway?" she replied.
"I don't, really… besides, I don't have to ask, I already have a pretty good idea," she said, laughing knowingly.
"You know what?" Cynthia asked.
Carla didn't answer right away, but poked the man in the bed and said, "Honey, your newest acquisition is here, wake up and say good morning!"
The man turned over, opened his eyes and blinked, trying to adjust them to the sunlight that was shining through the window.
Cynthia gasped, not believing what she saw. It was Johnson!
"Well, well," he said slowly, "Look what the wind brought in. You getting on the gravy train, too?"
She didn't know whether to tell Carla to forget the whole thing and run out, but she just stood there frozen to the spot.
Carla grinned at Cynthia, "You see, little ole' Carla does get around some."
"Quite right, dear," Johnson said, running his hands over Carla's full, but slightly sagging breasts.
"You see," he continued, "I keep all my girls in line this way. I give them the dope and they give me their money. It's a convenient set up that way, and really not so nasty."
She wanted to be sick, but instead just collapsed on the edge of the bed, shaking.
"Carla here has been with me for some time, haven't you, and you just love me, don't you?" he said, leering at her.
"Oh sure, baby," she answered sarcastically, "But then I really don't have a choice."
She turned to Cynthia and said, "He has some rather strange requests from customers from time to time, but that's all part of the game. You'll get used to it after a while; besides, the horse will keep you from minding too much. You really won't mind fucking a bunch of jerks, weirdos and then some when you're flying, believe me."
Cynthia couldn't believe her ears. She didn't know that Johnson was running a stable of girls, she thought that she was to be his private property!
"There are a lot of tricks to this trade," Carla said, "but I'm sure that Freddie boy will see that you're broken in properly." She laughed maliciously, her eyes narrowing with a hatred as she spoke and glanced down at Johnson.
Johnson didn't answer her sarcasm, but threw back the covers and started to get out of bed, then changed his mind. He was completely nude and Cynthia could not help but stare at the skinny, hairiness of his body, his scrawny legs and sunken chest. Her eyes fell on his loosely hanging genitals as he started to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Even though his penis was soft and flaccid at the moment, it seemed to have enormous length and looked out of proportion for the rest of his body.
Carla caught her looking at Johnson and commented, "Oh yes, he's quite a stud himself!" Then turning to him, "Aren't you, darling?"
He lay back again on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers up over him and Cynthia could see a restless stirring beginning between his legs and his limp manhood began to jerk upward, growing thicker and larger every second.
"That's quite a build-up, Carla," he said, "Maybe I should show my new friend here just what it's like to have a real man!"
The way he said it, she knew that he was insinuating that Frankie was less than a competent lover and the resentment must have shown in her face.
"Don't be so sensitive, dear," he continued, "I wouldn't want to make you angry, especially when you're going to make me so happy!"
Cynthia turned away from him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her body around so that she was facing him again.
"Watch!" he commanded.
He forced her to look at him while his pulsing penis grew larger and larger, jutting up from between his legs like a cannon. She couldn't believe the size of it, she had never seen anything quite so large in her whole life. Frankie was amply built, but he was dwarfed by this man!
"Quite a specimen, isn't it?" Carla interjected. "I will say that for him."
She ran her hand over his emaciated, hairy chest and down to the juncture between his legs, stroking the immense, thick phallus gingerly.
"Don't be so selfish, dearie," he chided, "Let Cynthia join in on the fun."
Carla squeezed his massive penis possessively and rolled over and pressed her flabby, aging body next to him.
"Cut it out, I told you," he said, annoyed. "Why I should let you have all the fun when I have this beautiful young thing here just waiting and dying to touch me, right?" he said.
Cynthia tried to get up from the bed, but his grip on her arm was too tight and she couldn't move.
"Touch me," he commanded, pushing her hand, down on his loose hanging testicles and over his mammoth rock hard penis. It was so thick that she could barely close her hand around it and she stared down at its size completely in awe.
"Kiss it," he ordered, and Carla moved down on the bed to take the huge tool in her mouth, but he stopped her.
"Not you… Cynthia!"
He put his hand in back of Cynthia's neck and pulled her head down toward his body. She didn't want to make love to this man, but he did hold a strange fascination for her, so she slid off the bed and closed her mouth over his gigantic rod. It jerked in her mouth and she found it difficult to keep it still with her tongue as she licked.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh," he murmured. "You have a gentle, knowing touch, my dear."
It was almost as though he were testing her and not at all excited about her mouthing.
She seemed to keep him in her mouth for hours, sucking harder and harder on the erect, throbbing staff, but he still remained hard.
God, he must have the stamina of a horse, she thought to herself, Frankie would have cum by this time, but he remained completely aloof.
She glanced up and his face was expressionless, and Carla was just staring at her while she moved up and down on his prick, and licked her lips in anticipation.
Finally Johnson spoke in a voice that was perfectly calm. "Take off your clothes, I want to see your beautiful body again!" She was completely flabbergasted, she couldn't understand what he was trying to do, but moved her mouth away from him and began to disrobe.
Carla didn't move over to take her place, but merely looked at Johnson questioningly.
"No," she said, "You aren't going to make her do that… or make me do that? You wouldn't… not again?"
Cynthia looked up at her trying to determine just what "that" was, but she didn't say anything, or give her any sign.
"That's right, Carla love," he said finally, "You two are going to entertain me with your sexual prowess!"
Cynthia wasn't sure what he meant but she didn't like the sound of his voice.
When she was completely nude, he reached out and grabbed one of her breasts roughly, twisting it and pinching the nipple until she cried out in pain.
"Stop it," she groaned, "you're hurting me!"
"Perhaps you'd like a more gentle lover," he said wickedly. "Well, I've arranged exactly that for you!"
She looked at him questioningly, hoping that what she was thinking was wrong, but she could see that she was wrong!
"Lie down here next to Carla," he ordered her, pulling her roughly onto the bed.
"Carla, show her what a gentle lover you can be!"
She cringed back against his body when Carla began to reach to touch her breasts.
"No… oh God no… I can't," she stammered, pulling away.
"You may as well get used to it, dearie," Carla said without emotion, "He gets his own little kicks this way!"
"No… no… please, anything else… but I can't do it with another woman!" she pleaded.
He reached out and smacked her soundly on the stomach and said, "You'll do it if you don't want to suffer the consequences, so just shut up. You'll find out that Carla is actually a very proficient lover."
She shut her eyes tightly and her whole body stiffened as she could feel Carla dutifully switch her position on the bed and reach out and fondle her ripe, full breasts. Her touch was soft, and even though her hands were quite thin and bony, her caress was light. She began to knead the firm, supple flesh of her breasts, tweaking gently at the nipples until they stood out proudly. Cynthia tried to pretend that it was Frankie who was touching her, but she couldn't block the image of Carla's face from her mind. Carla's hands then roamed down over her belly, massaging the flesh with expertise, stimulating every nerve end in her body.
"You see," Johnson added, "Women know so much more about their bodies than men do. I just love to watch it!"
Carla was running her hands down the fleshy bulge of her thigh, her fingers digging into the soft, pliant skin and gradually working their way up to the vee between her legs.
"Ooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as her fingers expertly found the bud of her clitoris.
She manipulated the petite projection until it was hard and throbbing and she was moaning softly. She couldn't believe that a woman could cause her to react like this, it just wasn't natural!
"Play with her tits," Johnson ordered Cynthia. "I want to see you play with her, too!"
Reluctantly Cynthia reached up and took the sagging, but full breasts in her hands and began to massage the soft, spongy flesh. Carla rubbed her body back and forth, trying to encourage more active play, and her fingers searched for the tiny slit between Cynthia's legs. Cynthia twisted her body slightly in an effort to avert this further exploration of her body, but Carla said, "Relax, baby, it won't be so bad!" Carla's breath was beginning to get rapid and Cynthia knew that she was getting a real thrill out of seducing another woman. Her fingers prodded and probed her pubis until she let one finger slide gently into the warm passage of her vagina.
"Oooooooooh," she moaned, feeling the walls of her vagina close neatly around the other woman's thin finger. Carla began to work her finger back and forth inside her channel, scraping lightly with her fingernail until she was writhing beneath her touch. When she thought that she would not be able to take any more, Carla inserted two more fingers and moved then back and forth like a shuttle inside her.
"Oooooohhhhhh… ooooohhhhhh," she groaned, trying to forget that it was a woman who was making her feel like that.
She found her own hands closing more tightly around the fleshy orbs of Carla's breasts and running down her body, over the thickness of her once thin dancer's waist and the plumpness of her hips.
Carla twisted beneath her caress and moved down further on the bed so that she would have better leverage. She continued her fingering of Cynthia's damp, clinging vagina for several more minutes before sliding her fingers wetly out of the now hungry channel.
"Noooooo… ooohhh… nooooo," Cynthia moaned, bucking her hips up off the bed as if she couldn't stand the torture.
"You've really got her going," Johnson said thickly, and she turned her head to see him. He was lying on his side watching the spectacle, his hands working up and down on his penis vigorously. It seemed even larger now than before and she wondered whether or not he had some kind of disease that would make him so swollen and large. The head of his jerking prick was bright purple and was the size of a baby's fist! She had never seen anything so huge in her life… not even in her imagination!
The weird freak, she thought in her aroused passion. I'd love to have that inside me right now, but he gets his kicks from watching unnatural lovemaking. She turned away from his gaze, disgusted and frustrated, wishing that Carla would finger her again so that she could cum, but Carla had another idea. She began running her tongue up and down on her body, nibbling provocatively at every inch her mouth could cover at on time, sending chills of anticipation through her body.
"Your skin is so soft," she murmured, "Sooooo… soft."
Her breath tickled her as she spoke and she shuddered under this new caress.
As her mouth moved down further on her body she thought that she would explode from the aching, gnawing desire building out of control in her loins.
"Yes… yes…" she groaned as she felt Carla's tongue part the softness of her pubic hair and flick teasingly over her hard, erect clitoris. Her teeth nipped gently at the sensitive, tender vaginal lips and she pulled her knees back and further apart so that she would have total, uninhibited access to her orifice. Her tongue licked the tiny wound softly at first, then harder, probing into the tight aperture until she thought she would scream.
"Frankie…" she whispered, forgetting for a moment that it was a member of her own sex that was sending this wave of wanton lust through her body.
"No, darling, it's not Frankie," Carla moaned against the vee of her thighs, "It's me… Carla."
Cynthia was not listening to Carla's groans and pleadings for her to touch her, she was too caught up in her own desperate need.
She felt a stirring next to her on the bed and she realized that Johnson had moved up in back of Carla and was fondling her buttocks, running his fingers deep into the crease of her rectum. Carla increased her mouthing when he began his fingering.
"Yes… yes… do it. Give it to me in the rear!" she begged him. "Fuck my ass while I'm licking Cynthia." Cynthia had been involved in triangular love before, but it had always been when she was high and with two male partners. This was a completely new sensation and she was completely sober but her nerves were on fire and raged passionately through her whole being, to the very core of her soul. She knew that she should be fighting the perverse impulses coursing through her unconsciously writhing body, but her need was so great that everything else was blocked from her mind.
Johnson pulled up on Carla's hips so that her face was completely buried down in Cynthia's loins, her whole being tingling from the touch of her open month between her wide-spread legs. God, it was wonderful. Her cunt tingled and throbbed, aching to be satisfied. She could feel the tenseness increase with each lustful mouthing, but she wasn't ready yet. She opened her eyes and watched Johnson press his giant prick against the tiny opening of Carla's small, puckered rectum. She felt a pang of jealousy because she wanted his monstrous tool buried in her and not in someone else!
Carla's cheeks held him nicely and contracted with a gentle squeeze around his pulsing prick as he shoved roughly into her.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh… oooohhhh God," she moaned and fell forward from the strength of his invasion into her. For just a moment her mouth left Cynthia while she tried to catch her balance and then struggled back again to take her place between her open thighs. Johnson's hands reached down around Carla's bobbing head and pressed down on the slight, hard bulge of Cynthia's cunt and he began to finger her clitoris while Carla mouthed at her loins like a woman gone crazy.
"Do it… do it…" she gasped, "Oh yes… do it, I'm getting closer."
Johnson rocked into Carla with steady and regular strokes, driving his heavy piston deep into the well of her rectum. She watched his prick disappear in strong jerks into the dim cleavage between Carla's cheeks inciting her passion to greater and greater heights. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hands on her hips, driving his fingers in between Carla's mouth and her cunt. She was writhing and twisting in sweet, delicious agony until she was on the brink of her climax!
"I'm going to cum…" she gasped, trying to brace herself on the bed for her final spasms! "Cum on, baby," he said, "Cum for daddy!"
It was like an explosion of fireworks as the contractions began in her womb, shattering her whole vagina, her belly, her body.
She pushed her hips up against the maddening tongue and finger tearing at her screaming pussy until her back ached from the strain while she jerked out her last throes of her climax, then collapsed totally exhausted back into the mattress.
Carla then braced her hands on the mattress on either side of her knees and pushed back against the cruel impalement of her buttocks.
"Your ass is so tight… so warm," the wildly humping Johnson choked out, shoving into her with merciless velocity.
"Fuck me… fuck me," Carla groaned, her face contorted with pain and desperate lust. "Fuck my ass!"
"I'm going to flood you any minute," he groaned out from between his tightly clenched teeth. "Here it is!"
Cynthia watched, completely enthralled at the spectacle in front of her. Carla looked as if she were about to die any minute, her face flushed and perspiring, her full, white breasts dancing down loosely from her body as though they were about to fall off from the weight. She reached out and touched the loose globes of bobbing flesh, pinching them gently, curiously, as if she couldn't believe they actually belonged to this sensually tortured body.
Johnson began to jerk wildly, yelling obscenities, begging someone to pinch him, hit him, totally oblivious to everything around him, but the storm bursting inside his throbbing organ. His eyes rolled around in his head for a moment as his lewd, hot semen ricocheted wildly into Carla's sucking rectum. Then he was still. When he was spent, the last drop of hot, liquid sperm emptied into her anus, he moved back on his heels watching his thick, but deflated prick slide reluctantly, with a slight hissing sound, out of her sperm-filled rectum.
All three of them collapsed side by side on the bed, looking at each other knowingly! It was as if they were all saying to each other, God, but we're a bunch of freaks, but it's our secret.
One by one they got up and dressed, lit up a joint and passed it around.
"You're going to be quite a little trick," Johnson said to her, grinning broadly. "Yes, indeed, you're going to make a lot of money with that body of yours!"