Of course they didn't call it that, but happy people know what's happening, so I agreed to go along. I tried to get Doreen to come with us only she had a party set for her place in the Village, and Madelaine had a date to go up to one of those Harlem nightclubs, so I asked Jenny to come with me.
"I don't like to go to parties alone," I told her. "And we'll have fun."
Jenny had pimples on her face and she wore braces on her teeth which made her look fifteen.
But she was older than me and none of the men at the office paid much attention to her, so she was eager to go to the party.
"Where's it gonna be, Martha? You sure they'll let me come with you?"
"They asked me to bring some extra girls, Jenny. We're supposed to be there by ten."
"That's kinda late, isn't it?"
"That's what Harlin told me."
Harlin McAllister was on the board of directors for the company, and he had invited me through some of the people in the mail room. I'd never really met Harlin, but I did have a lot of respect for him. He was a handsome man about fifty and he wore a Van Dyke beard, white like his hair. He was always pleasant when he came through our offices and he never looked down on the workers the way some of the other big-wheels did. We were supposed to be at his place at ten like I told Jenny, and I was all excited about it. Harlin lived on Fifth Avenue in one of those expensive apartment buildings, and I had never seen the inside of one. I'd have given Harlin a little screw just to walk in the lobby of that sumptuous place.
Jenny and I took a cab up Fifth Avenue instead of tiding the subway. We told the doorman that Mr. Harlin was expecting us, only he didn't believe it. Until he made a call upstairs and was told to let us in.
"So there!" Jenny stuck out her tongue at the doorman.
Inside the great white building even the walls looked like they cost a fortune. Magnificent paintings, thick red drapes, and a carpet that let you sink up to your ankles.
There was a desk clerk all dressed up like a jockey, and a security man who talked to us like we were meat being delivered at the wrong entrance. Still they told us to ride up to the sixteenth floor, which we did. There were already a dozen people in the place and ten minutes after we got there some others started to arrive.
"What would you like to drink, girls?" a maid in a black dress with a little white apron asked us.
We each got a champagne cocktail, but it didn't taste as good as gin, and I was a little put out that Harlin didn't come over to welcome us. He was there all right, gabbing with other guests, but I suppose we were no more important than his other visitors. So Jenny and I walked around the place with our mouths open. I just couldn't believe that such a magnificent place existed in the middle of dirty Manhattan. There must have been twelve rooms in the apartment, with stairs right in the center of the main living room, and my wages for a year wouldn't have paid for one of the chairs. I wondered how a girl might go about staying here, but then I realized Harlin didn't have to keep anybody as a pet. He could have a thousand women any lime he wanted, most of them by far more beautiful than I would ever be.
That's when I really began to take notice of some of the women at the party. They wore gowns of breathtaking perfection, all shimmering with sequins, and they had enough diamonds among them to buy Central Park.
I felt like a duck in the middle of peacocks!
"Maybe we better get the hell, out of here!" I told Jenny. "We must look like oddballs to them!"
Yet Jenny was too fascinated by this display of wealth to move an inch, and to tell the truth, I was overawed myself. So we drank some more of that sour-tasting champagne, and we talked to some of the guests. They were all quite pleasant and even when they looked at our dime-store dresses they didn't take offense. That made me feel better until the champagne started to work on me, and then I didn't give a shit if I was in gunny sack.
Still Harlin hadn't spoken to us. I could hear him talking with a group of guys about stocks and bonds and the price of silver. I wondered what the fuck that had to do with us.
It must have been close to midnight when they let their hair down. Come to find out these people with all that money were bored with life. They needed people like me and Jenny to keep in touch with reality. "Going slumming is what one of the women called it. I didn't really react very, nice to her assessment of us, but she was truthful, and she was a lovely woman, so I pretended it didn't bother me."
Still, it was a weird way they got things going. That maid in the black dress was told something by Mr. Harlin, so she got a little hand-held gong and stood in the middle of the room.
"It's time for peek-a-boo!" she giggled as the gong vibrated loudly.
It made me shudder. All talk of stocks and bonds stopped suddenly, lights were turned on brighter, and people began to disrobe. All those expensive gowns were dropped on the floor like so many rags while people began to paw each other in a sort of rehearsed manner. I got the feeling they had been doing this to each other for a thousand years, and maybe they had, but it left me with a feeling of disgust. There wasn't the usual fierce sex involved here – more like a mechanical process.
They got right on with the fucking.
Bodies were everywhere, sucking and fucking, pinch a tit here and suck a cock there, tickle a twat on the couch or fondle a cock in the middle of the floor. It was all so quiet, so methodical, that it looked like they had all gone to shit in one big toilet.
All but Harlin.
He got naked all right, and he came over to fuck Jenny and me.
"You girls are mine for tonight," he smiled with that dapper smile of his.
I should have told him to go fuck a doorknob, except that I was hot. All that fucking and sucking, even when it didn't seem natural, still got to me. Especially when all those stiff cocks were strange and I wanted to taste every last one of them.
"Shall we undress, then?" Harlin extended his hand to remind us we were fully clothed.
Jenny appeared dumbstruck so I just shrugged and started to peel.
"Oh, yessss!" Harlin stroked his beard and smiled when he looked at my naked body. "Every bit as good as I thought it would be. Oh, yesssss!"
I looked at him, too, and I liked what I saw. Harlin was in better health than any young stud. Hard muscles, sun-lamp tanned flesh, and a cock that would make any girl squeal with delight. His pecker was about nine inches long, thick as a Coke bottle, and it had great huge veins sticking out around it. He was circumcised, so I could see the purple knob in all its glory, with the tiny slit at the end, and I started to tremble when I realized that magnificent hunk of meat was going to be in my cunt.
We dropped to the floor and Harlin stuck that big cock between my legs and got to fucking real hard. None of that sunshine and flower baloney or all that kissing and traumatic waiting. We got to fucking the way two people should do it, violent and ecstatic, cock in cunt, working our hips while the vital juices flowed like a river.
"Harder, Harlin!" I screeched. "Do it harder!"
"Oh fuck that feels good!" he panted as his pecker massaged my twat. "You're so fuckin' tender inside, Martha. Ooohhhh that feels good!"
By this time Jenny was naked, too, caught up in the fury of the fuck. She was kneeling beside us, frying to see between our naked bodies so she could watch the cock go in and out. She was panting as loud as I was and I grabbed at her cunt. Her slit was all moist when my firger slipped inside but she almost broke my wrist when she got to fucking my fist too hard.
"I'm gonna come!" she screamed.
Maybe she would have, too, except that I had to get on with my own fucking and I needed both hands for that.
I had my legs wrapped around Harlin with a death grip as I tried to pull his buttocks closer to my groin. There was half-an-inch of unused pecker that he couldn't get in and I needed it. I wanted it bad!
"Fuck deeper!" I screamed. "Fuck me harder!" I'm not sure he got that last inch of cock into my quivering cunt, because I orgasmed just then. I came so hard it overwhelmed me. He got me so good I just bawled and screamed and kicked while Harlin jizzed in me. The hot fluid washed inside of my cunt like lava from a volcano.
I didn't even know when Harlin had really finished because the next thing I knew I was lying there all cool, damp with sweat and nearly unconscious, while the room was filled with excited fuckers. It took a few minutes for me to get my wits about me and when I did I had to cuss. If I could have held off my orgasm a little longer I could have gotten a whole bunch of fucking. People were changing off in the middle of their strokes, and some of them were heaped in a pile at the middle of the room. Everybody was having a good gang-bang and I had orgasmed myself right out of it. But not Jenny. I could see her face, all flushed, as she was buried beneath a pile of naked bodies. She was getting fucked and sucked and reamed and creamed all at the same time, and from the frantic look in her eyes, she was coming loose at the seams. I could see naked cunts with fingers in them, dangling balls thumping against naked buttocks, hard cocks spurting jizz in the air, and pink-tipped titties with teeth around the nipples. It was a glorious sight and even if I did just get over a terrible orgasm I couldn't help getting all hot and bothered again from watching. I guess I sort of gave a wail as I dived into the middle of that squirming mass of glorious flesh.
Somebody was trying to stick a tit in my cunt. I could see the breast and I could feel the tight little nipple massage my clitoris, while somebody had something in my rectum. Either it was a small cock or somebody's finger, but that didn't matter. And I wasn't about to look and see. Right then I had a cock in my mouth and a tit in my hand, as I tried to pound my way down to the bottom of the stack. I couldn't really orgasm again right then but that didn't matter either. Some women can never get an orgasm, and that night I envied them. Without orgasming to end a fuck, a woman could go forever getting screwed!
So we spent the night with Harlin and his guests, and we fucked right on through to Saturday night. I was so sore when we got through that I could hardly walk, and we took another cab home. Not to impress anybody, but because I couldn't stand on the subway. I needed sleep and rest and a hot bath.