The trip home was uneventful. Randy drove and kept trying to give Cindy a feel. In the back seat, Billy and Dudley had Liddy's pants down and were petting her enthusiastically. Cindy had insisted that there be no screwing in the car, for fear someone might see it. But the moans from the back seat told the two sisters that Liddy was at least getting a good finger fucking.
As they had hoped, Daddy was still gone when they got home. Only the light in Joey's room was on.
The boys all wanted Liddy to go with them and continue the day's orgy, and normally the big blonde girl would have been more than accommodating. But she had enough of the three big studs that afternoon to satisfy her for at least n little while, and she sensed that Cindy and Suzie had discovered something in their search. So cheerfully the three girls said good night to the three hard-ons and hurried into the house.
Suzie went upstairs to check on Joey, while the other two girls headed to the den. As usual, the door was locked. For some reason he insisted on privacy when he worked on his planes. After making sure he was all right, Suzie headed back downstairs, not knowing she was leaving Joey in his room, looking at color pictures of some dark-headed woman sucking the cock of a Shetland pony.
"Find it?" she asked sprightly, stepping into the den.
"Just did. Haven't looked at it yet. What we want is the list of items found at the scene."
"Here," said Suzie, pulling out a single thin sheet of paper from the bulging file. "It's not very long. The corpse of course, a bit of rope left tied around an ankle. Three empty beer cans-apparently left long before the body was dumped. And, last, what we're looking for."
"What is it?" cried Cindy and Liddy together impatiently, trying to peer over the young sister's shoulder. "How do you know it's what we're after?" asked Liddy excitedly, "and what are you looking for anyway? What did you find out there this afternoon?"
Cindy restrained her own curiosity as to the last item on the list, which Suzie mischievously held back from her. Quickly the older sister told Liddy of the stranger on the motorcycle who had obviously been looking for something. "And apparently that something's on the list. Come on now Suzie, what is it? This is important."
Suzie smiled triumphantly. "A man's large Ruby and diamond ring. It gives an estimated value of over $2,000. That's what he must have been looking for."
"Right," agreed Cindy enthusiastically. "What else would bring the man back to the scene of a murder except something personal."
"Gee whiz," replied Liddy, awed at the clear logic of the two sisters. But then suddenly she frowned as if disturbed by a contradictory thought. "But look Cindy, surely he wouldn't risk a murder rap just for a ring, even a valuable one. And there's no way it could be tied to anyone at the scene."
"Wrong," challenged Suzie knowingly. "Inside the ring were three initials-N.P.T.-enough maybe to link him to the crime if ever he should be caught. That would be enough to bring him back."
"And Liddy," added Cindy carefully, "he really may be tied in now. We got the license number of his bike. If it's registered to someone with these initials, then the fucker is in big trouble."
"Well, I'll bet you two can hardly wait to tell Big Daddy, huh? Why don't you call him and give him the good news?"
"It's not quite that easy Liddy," said Cindy reluctantly.
"We're under strict orders to keep our noses out of his cases. Last time he caught us trying to help, he pulled both our panties down, really completely bare bottoms, and whipped the hell out of us with his belt."
"Yow, and not only did it hurt," added Suzie, "but there was Daddy having to look straight into our little juicy cunts. And we knew he'd want some, but we knew he wouldn't let himself because we were his daughters. That's kind of embarrassing, you know."
The young blonde stared at her two friends with astonishment. "You don't mean you're actually going to try and follow him? He might really be the murderer. What if you got caught?"
"We won't," replied Cindy dryly. "Or at least, we'll make every effort to make damned sure we don't. After all, Liddy," she reasoned, "if this turns out to be a dud lead, then we'll save our naked asses a sound thrashing. And if it's not, we can follow him just as well as any of Daddy's deputies."
It was a beautiful Sunday morning, still in Indian Summer. The girls and Joey had talked their father into letting them go to the model airplane convention at the Capitol. Suzie and Cindy were more concerned with the States Record Building, though they kept that a secret. They were just in time to register for the opening of the convention. Sunday was mostly devoted to lectures or talks on model building. Suzie and Cindy were, of course, bored, but they couldn't justify leaving Joey alone in the crowd without them.
After a lavish supper at the Hotel, they retired to their rooms. Carefully they locked Joey's hall door from the inside and left him alone with his models and magazines, closing the adjoining door tightly. On one of the two large double beds the girls perched and tried to decide what to do that evening. Though the primary purpose was their investigation of the murder case, whenever the two of them were away from home and Daddy they shared another common cause. In hushed tones they discussed how best to get laid.
"We can't just go down to the lobby and pick someone up," said Cindy thoughtfully, "someone would be sure to see us and tell Daddy."
"We could go to that neat little coffee shop we passed down on third Street," suggested Suzie helpfully. Her young quim was already beginning to itch with anticipation.
"No good. You know Daddy's bound to call sometimes tonight to see that we're safe. What would he think if we weren't here?"
Suzie squirmed uncomfortably, but nodded agreement. She had dreamed of a big night out on the town with bunches of horny studs all around her. But of course Cindy was right. It'd have to be in their rooms.
"Third, the only people we know in town are friends of Daddy. We surely can't call them to come over," Cindy continued in a cold voice, though like her sister there was a growing warmth between her legs. As she continued one possibility after another, Suzie began to wriggle with exasperation.
"Well, damn it, Cindy," she finally said in a desperate voice, "how are we going to get balled? I'm fucking sure not going to spend the night here with all these horny cocks around and not get screwed. I don't care if Daddy does call…"
"Now wait, honey, wait," laughed Cindy suddenly. "We're damned well going to get fucked and get it good-even if we have to take turns leaving the room and rape men on the street. I just don't want us to make any mistakes we'll regret later. I'm as horny as you are, especially after Liddy had all that fun yesterday and we couldn't."
Cindy smiled at her sister reassuringly and Suzie sat back down on the bed. With unabashed purpose she unzipped her blue jeans and stuck her hand underneath her panties, feeling her swelling cunny. "God damned, I'm wet," she whispered disgruntedly, sticking three fingers into her hot pussy and diddling herself unashamedly. Cindy giggled good naturedly at her impatient sister.
"Go ahead and masturbate if you want, but save some for those fat pricks around here. We're both going to get laid, but first it's got to be here and after Joey gets to sleep. Second, it's got to be strangers-one who won't gossip. So the question is only, who do we want?"
"Anybody with a cock," replied Suzie tartly, tired of all the talking and no fucking. Gingerly she rolled her swollen clit between her fingers. "But if they're strangers how do we get them up to the room? And how do we know they won't talk?"
"Easy. We'll get hotel employees. Like that big Bell Captain who personally helped us with our luggage. Did you see the muscles on that stallion?"
"Oh, I see," said Suzie, quickly understanding her sister's reasoning. "How could he talk? A bell captain who screws under-age customers at the hotel. He'd never get a job again."
"Right, or the elevator operator. He's…"
"No, not him," broke in Suzie firmly. "I deliberately stuck my crotch against his hand in the crowded elevator. He wouldn't even pat it, well alone feel. He lost his chance."
Cindy laughed heartily. "Okay you young whore, not the elevator operator. Let's see, who else?"
"The man at the desk. The one with the beard and bushy moustache. How about him?"
"You like those hairy men, don't you, sweet Suzie?" Her sister smiled. "Good idea. I'd thought of him myself. And also, how about the hotel manager? He's not that good looking, but I'd bet he's good."
Suzie looked bewildered. "But we can't have him, Cindy. He knows Daddy. He's the one who arranged our reservations."
"Right. But he won't talk. He's married with a bunch of kids, and no way he'd want it known. Besides, he's not really Daddy's personal friend. No reason he wouldn't like a little sweet young tail like ours, if offered. So, that's the list. We ought to be able to get at least two out of three."
They were interrupted by a knock on the adjoining door and Joey stepped quickly into the room. Just as quickly Suzie got her hand off her sopping pussy and zipped up her jeans, hoping he'd not seen.
Of course Joey had made a point to see as much of his sister's open crack as he could, but he played his role perfectly. Standing there already in his pajamas he yawned and announced his plans for bed. Happily Cindy wished him good night and guided him back to his room. Not, however, before she noticed through his unbuttoned pajama bottoms a swollen cock. She had seen him with that before and wondered often if he were really so naive as to not realize he had a hard-on.
With the problem of getting Joey to bed so easily out of the way, the two girls resolutely went to work. But not before first showering and cleaning their sticky young quims carefully.
Mr. Adolfus Butler settled back comfortably in his heavy easy chair and took a sip of his cold dry martini. It was the first of the two ho allowed himself every night before retiring. Officially, he'd been off work since six. But as manager of the expensive downtown hotel he knew he was actually on call all hours of the day. Invariably there would still be one or two calls in the evening to settle problems.
Tired from his long day he had taken a long hot bath after dinner and donned a casual pair of knit slacks and a sweater. He would have preferred to put on his pajamas and gone straight to bed. But experience had taught him that until at least eleven there was little chance of rest from his duties at the hotel.
In the next room he could hear the TV blurting stupid wise cracks of a family comedy. He hated television and didn't care much for his wife and three children who huddled intently in front of it. At thirty-seven he was still hard and lean, with a quick intelligence given more to serious reading and drama than casual evening entertainment and parties. And at thirty-three his wife was already thirty pounds too fat and given only to anything that would make her look like an up and coming socialite in the community.
The phone rang and Adolfus Butler grimaced. Probably for him. Quickly he downed the rest of his martini and waited. A shrill cry from his wife confirmed his guess, and resignedly he picked up the receiver by his chair. In a businesslike manner he gave his name and waited.
"Mr. Butler, I'm sorry to disturb you, but you said to call you if there was anything you could do." The voice was very, very young, but remarkably low and sweet. "This is Suzie Smith-in 218-Daddy Smith's daughter. I hate to call you but this is kind of an emergency-an embarrassing emergency." The voice seemed hesitant, a bit bashful or embarrassed.
Adolfus Butler smiled as he identified the caller and relaxed. He'd expected a bitchy matron complaining about an employee, or a nervous desk clerk concerned about cashing an out of town check. Quietly he spoke into the phone and assured the young girl of his willingness to help. He had met the girls before when their father had been there on business, and while he didn't care much for big slow-witted Daddy Smith, he'd always liked his cute young girls. When Daddy had called him the night before, he'd been more than happy to agree to look out for them.
"I'm glad you're so nice, Mr. Butler. Daddy said we could rely on you for anything. But, this is really kind of silly. When I was taking a shower I dropped my pajama bottoms in the toilet." There was a timid pause, before the voice continued. "I know this is silly, but I just did-accidentally. And since we're only here for one night I only brought one pair. I guess I could sleep only with the tops, but I don't know what Daddy would think if he ever knew. I thought maybe you might have some extras…"
Adolfus listened to the embarrassed teenager good naturedly. This was really a new one, but he was more than willing to try and help out the modest young girl in her exaggerated difficulty. Quickly he assured her that he'd loan her a pair of his oldest daughter's. They'd be a little big, but enough for the evening. He'd be up in twenty minutes,
A few minutes later Jack Hayes unbuttoned the brass buttons of his bright crimson jacket, leaned back in his easy chair and lit a huge cheroot. Just off duty, the handsome Bell Captain relaxed and began to contemplate how to find a piece of ass for the evening. His thoughts were interrupted by the jangling telephone.
"Damned," he muttered to himself, don't they know I'm off duty? What do they want now?"
But he quit grumbling when he heard the pretty voice on the other end. It was Cindy this time-and she was much more direct with him that Suzie had been with the manager. Efficiently and in detail she asked him to their party and told him what was up. From the way he had eyed the two girls when they registered, she wasn't afraid of his refusing.
"And if you don't want to come, that's fine," she concluded. "But don't you dare tell anyone about our invitation. If you do I'll lie and tell people you tried to molest us. You'll lose your job."
"Hold it sweetheart, hold it," cried Jack, hardly able to conceal his amusement. "I ain't gonna tell, and I love pussy. I'm as horny as you two, but I'm not going to talk about it. I'll let my dong do the talking. If you want it, you sure can have it. Be right up."
"No, make it forty minutes. We're expecting another guest first-one we have to warm up. Eight forty-five, room 218. And bring a couple of bottles of wine. Okay?"
"Great. This going to be an orgy?"
"It sure will if we can make it one. Just open the door and walk right in," concluded Cindy enthusiastically.
Cindy made a similar call to the desk clerk. Steve Fitzpatrick. There were no problems at all. He'd be thereon time. The girls' plans were working perfectly.
By the time the calls were finished it was already eight twenty. Time for Mr. Butler to arrive. Quickly Cindy checked the adjoining room. Joey lay soundly asleep under his covers. Quietly she closed the door.
As soon as the door shut, Joey jumped out of bed-fully clothed. In his pocket was twenty-two dollars he'd saved surreptitiously over the last year. At eleven years of age, Joey Smith had transferred his interest in planes to girls.
His pleas to go to the convention was only a ruse. He'd heard from the bigger boys in school that in the Capitol there were women who'd go down for ten dollars. He had enough for two women, plus a little extra for soda and candy.
In his naive mind, the young virgin boy had hoped to convince his father to let him go alone. That, of course, would have been impossible from Daddy's point of view. But with two young horny sisters as his chaperones, things were as good as could be hoped for. While Cindy and Suzie fucked their brains out in their room, Joey had plenty of time to find some nookie for himself.
Quickly he unlocked his outside door and headed down the hall. The elevator opened ahead of him and immediately he stepped into an alcove to hide. Mr. Adolfus Butler passed without noticing him. Discreetly, Joey took the stairs down to the main lobby rather than risk being seen on the elevator.