The Bayou Country Club was closed for repairs for a month. All the help except for a few guards were let go. The company which was building the apartment buildings next to the golf course protested when the trees began to be planted. They sought a court injunction but couldn't stop the land development corporation for doing what they wished with their own property.
Catch's first problem was finding a decorator that he liked to plan the decor for the new look he wanted for the Bayou Country Club. He visited showrooms and held interviews but he couldn't find what he wanted. One afternoon, he was passing Harrow's Department Store and happened to look in the windows. He was struck by the "now" look of the windows. He went inside and inquired in the office who was responsible.
The manager informed him that the windows were designed by a freelance decorator by the name of Starlyn Heywood. He got Miss Heywood's phone number and called for an appointment. She sounded young, earnest, and definitely interested in the job.
Around five o'clock he drove to her apartment and rang the bell. He walked up the three flights to the top floor of the Townhouse. Miss Heywood was waiting at the door. Catch did a double take when he saw her. She was a beautiful, raven-haired woman with a figure to match. She was wearing slacks and a man's shirt and there was a smudge of paint on her pretty cheek.
"Come in, Mr. Callahan. I was just doing some work."
Her apartment was small but tastefully furnished in a mixture of styles.
"May I offer you a drink?" she asked.
"A Scotch on the rocks will be fine."
"I think I'll have one too."
She went into the kitchen to pour the drinks. From where he was sitting he noticed that she used Dewars.
Good taste all the way!
After giving him his drink she sat down facing him. "I was surprised to get your call, Mr. Callahan. I didn't even know the Bayou Country Club still existed. You never hear about it."
"Well they're going to hear about it, Miss Heywood."
They clicked their glasses together and Miss Heywood continued.
"I've really done very little decorating except for a few store windows and an apartment or two. I've just graduated, and I guess this will be my first big job. Harrow's certainly is a good credit for me, but it doesn't pay all that much, and I only get to do their windows once a month."
"I liked what you did, Miss Heywood. I think you've got verve and imagination. That's what we're looking for."
Miss Heywood listened as Catch explained his concept of the new decor for the country club, ending with, "the only problem, Miss Heywood, is we can't spend a fantastic amount of money. You're going to have to do it on imagination and hard work."
"That's the way I work best, Mr. Callahan. It's easy to make something good by spending a lot of cash. But it's much more of a challenge to make something look terrific on a limited budget. The sooner I see the country club, the sooner I know what the rooms look like presently, the sooner I'll be able to get to work."
"What about now?"
"Just let me freshen up and I'll be with you in a moment. Is your drink all right?"
"Perfect. My favorite brand of Scotch."
"Good. I started off on the right foot."
By the time Catch had finished his drink, she had reappeared. She brushed her hair, put on a fresh coat of makeup and changed into a print blouse and a wraparound denim skirt.
On their way to the country club Catch told Miss Heywood about the advertising campaign he was planning to recruit the so-called "swinging singles" into membership.
"How stiff is the membership going to be?" she asked. "I like to think of myself as a swinging single but it's difficult to meet the right kind of men at bars. If it's not too expensive perhaps I may end up doing it."
"Miss Heywood, if you do a bang-up job I'll make sure you get a lifetime membership for nothing."
"Well, thanks, Mr. Callahan."
"Why don't we dispense with the last names since we're going to be working together. My first name, or rather my nickname, is Catch."
"Call me Starlyn."
"That's an unusual name."
"My parents believed they had an unusual child and so they named me according."
As they drove up the driveway leading to the country club, Starlyn remarked, "it's perfectly beautiful. I can't understand why it should be having financial problems."
"It's not the place, it's the clientele, Starlyn. The place has become like an old folks' home. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly not against old people, just let us say the particular people who have run things are very dull. You know the type. Middle-aged dowagers with too much money. Alcoholic old men who never had to work a day in their lives, and the like. It doesn't make for a fun place."
"All that will change."
They got out of the car and were greeted by one of the young guards Catch had hired to keep an eye on the grounds.
"Hi, Jake. I'm going to show Miss Heywood around the club."
"Do you need anything unlocked, Mr. Callahan?"
"No thanks, Jake, I've got my keys."
Catch opened the front doors of the country club • and went to the main light board and turned on all the lights in all the rooms. After a quick tour they went into the bar. Catch fixed them both a drink and asked, "well, what do you think?"
"It's really not so bad, Catch," she replied. "Architecturally, it's sound and I think it can be done cheaply. In most cases just a fresh coat of paint and having the Salvation Army pick up some of that horrid furniture. The building is well laid out. I think if you get rid of these tables there will be plenty of room in here for a disco, and it needn't cost all that much, just some good lighting and some groovy bartenders."
She began making quick sketches on the pad she'd brought along with her.
"I think we'll have to keep the decor light and airy and not go against the feeling of the building itself with a very modern look. I had in mind lots of rattan and plants. It's cheap, it's simple, and it's very effective. I'll make some sketches for you so you can visualize it better."
"I know the look you mean. Sort of Casablanca-like?"
"That's right. Play it again, Sam."
"How about a refill, Starlyn?"
"I wouldn't mind, Catch. You know you'd make a very good bartender."
"One of my earliest ambitions."
"What happened along the way?"
"I decided to make money instead."
Catch sat down on the bar stool next to Starlyn and clinked his glass against hers. "Here's to joining our forces."
She smiled and said, "oh, is that part of my contract?"
"No," he replied, looking into her great dark eyes. "It's a matter of choice."
Catch gazed around the room. Chairs were stacked on top of the tables and the place had a lonesome feeling, as if it had been abandoned. He set down his drink and let his hand come to rest on Starlyn's lap. She didn't move, but he could hear that she'd begun breathing faster. He slid his hand down to her knee and was surprised to find it bare. Her wraparound skirt had come open.
He massaged his fingers into the surface of her knee and began moving his hand up the inside of her thigh. Starlyn leaned her head against his shoulder and stroked Catch's chin.
"Are you sure the guard stays outside?"
"He'd have no reason to come in here."
He let his lips brush against the side of her face and she turned her head toward him. They could feel one another's vibrations and they were good. Catch wrapped his arms around her shoulders and stroked her hair as he continued to fondle her thigh. He pulled her closer and moved his lips along the side of her face and he kissed her throat, letting the tip of his tongue trail out of his mouth.
Starlyn's body quivered as he pressed his lips against her hair and touched his tongue to her ear.
"I don't want you to think I'm an easy woman," said Starlyn. Her voice was low and shaky.
"Well, I'm an easy man. You can have me if you play your cards right," he said jokingly.
"I'm no good at cards, Catch."
"What are you good at, Starlyn, besides decorating any room you walk into?"
"That's sweet." She pressed her lips against his and kissed him lightly. Then she began tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of her tongue.
Catch parted his lips and his tongue met hers. They stabbed out at each other in a warm, damp struggle. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth, and her tongue wrapped around it and caressed it. Suddenly she got up from the bar stool and walked away from him a few feet.
"I don't want to jeopardize my job, Catch. This means a lot to me."
"I never mix business with pleasure," he replied. He got up and followed her to where she was standing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her chin. There was a warm, shining glow in her eyes and an expression of anxiety on her face.
He slid his hands up to her breasts and cupped them, and touched his lips against the side of her neck. Starlyn sighed softly and pushed against him. Catch's cock began to stiffen into an erection as he pressed it against the curve of her hips. He moved one of his hands down her stomach and tugged at her blouse. It came out of the waistband of her skirt and he slid his hand inside it, feeling her smooth skin.
He ran his hand back and forth across her stomach, and then moved it higher, towards her breasts. Starlyn wasn't wearing a bra, which didn't surprise him. While he was massaging her tits, Starlyn undid the wraparound skirt and it dropped to the floor. Catch glanced down in surprise.
"I'm just trying to help you," she breathed.
He wormed his hand under her panties and cupped her pussy. He dragged the tips of his fingers back and forth over her vulva. Starlyn trembled as she leaned against him and clasped his cock through the fabric of his pants. She uttered a tiny shudder of delight as she felt the mammoth shaft of flesh.
Suddenly they began kissing each other all over the face and neck. Catch knew that there were more comfortable places in the country club to make love, but they were both so hot that it had to be then and there.
Still kissing her, he managed to get out of his clothes until both "of them were completely naked except for Starlyn's delicate wisp of underwear… her panties.
"Turn around," Catch said huskily, and leaned against the table.
Starlyn did as she was told.
He put his thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down. As he did he kissed her smooth buttocks lightly. Starlyn's legs were shapely, long and supple, and Catch liked that. He stood back up, put his arms around her waist.
Starlyn braced herself as she bent over the table. She pushed the chairs forward and rested her head on her forearms. Then she spread her legs wide apart and arched her back in a deep curve.
"I'm ready, Catch." The red lights of the bar spilled across her curvaceous form. Catch found himself trembling as he pressed against her. He began massaging her breasts with one hand as he slid the other down to feel her pussy. He spread her vulva apart with his fingers and began running the head of his cock over it. When the swollen head of his prick touched her clitoris he eased the tip inside her cunt. Starlyn arched her back even deeper, presenting her pussy to him. Gently, he slid the head inside.
Starlyn began shaking all over as his cock penetrated her, eased several inches into her moist cavern, then began rocking his hips back and forth, easing more of it into her. Starlyn spread her legs even further apart and braced herself more firmly against the table as she began thrusting back against him. Meanwhile his hands were busy, feeling her thighs, buttocks and breasts, while his cock steadily drove deeper into her.
"Oh, Catch, it feels so good," she sighed.
When his cock was almost all the way in he put his hands on her waist and held her fast as he began fucking her with swift strokes of his cock. The sensation of his prick sliding into her pulsating pussy and the sight of the beautiful woman bent over the table in front of him made his enjoyment more intense.
Outside, Jake, the young muscular guard's attention was drawn to the far end of the country club. He heard something moving among the bushes. He withdrew his.38 and quietly crept over the lawn towards it. He held his breath and listened.
Again the sound. Almost so faint as to be disconcertable. Slowly he approached the clump of bushes. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement as a jack rabbit jumped out of the foliage and hopped off in the direction of the golf course.
"Whew!" Jake said, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to turn and go when his eyes fell upon the window of the bar.
"I'll be damned. He's fucking her."
Jake eased through the shrubbery until he was flat against the wall of the country club. He stared through the small narrow slit of a window which overlooked the bar inside.
"Jesus Christ, look at the size of that cock!"
Unconsciously, Jake moved his hand down to his crotch and began squeezing and releasing his cock which was beginning to grow hard inside his pants.
Jake Mitchell was a stocky man with a bull neck, square jaw and shoulders as wide as a door. He was good-looking in a rough sort of way and could have had any number of young women who made themselves available to him. But Jake Mitchell was married, was very much in love, and he was a Catholic. However, that didn't deter his active fantasy life.
His eyes bulged as he watched the sex scene between Starlyn and Catch. He unzipped his fly and took his uncircumcised cock out and began stroking it. When it was about half hard, he spit in his hand and massaged it over the head of it, easing the foreskin back so that he could get extra stimulation.
Catch was moving quickly, driving his cock all the way into Starlyn's cunt. She moaned softly as she surged back against him. He slid one hand down under her and began to manipulate her clitoris with the tip of his finger.
The moans coming from her throat became louder and more demanding as Starlyn neared her climax. He fucked her harder and worked over her clitoris more firmly, hoping that she would reach an orgasm. After a while he decided that for some reason or other, perhaps it was the position, that it wasn't enough to make her reach orgasm.
Suddenly, Catch pulled his cock out of Starlyn and lifted her up and turned her around. Starlyn leaned back against the chairs as she watched him. Her face was flushed and drawn with passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid his cock back into her pussy. She quickly wrapped her thighs around him and began thrusting forward as he started fucking her once again.
"Jesus, Jesus," Jake moaned as he watched the switch take place. I wish that were me in there. I'd give her a good time, all right. As Jake stroked his cock his fantasies began to take over and the scene was played in a slightly different manner…
The sound of the rabbit hadn't disturbed him but the loud groans which were issuing from within the country club did. Jake hurried across the lawn and looked into the window. He saw Callahan and the girl fucking. He pressed his face against the window and Starlyn looked up. She saw him staring at them and she alerted Catch. They began talking between themselves and then they broke apart.
Starlyn stood staring at him, her legs spread wide apart, her cunt gaping open and dripping with juice. She motioned for him to come in. Jake glanced uneasily at Catch but Catch didn't discourage it.
He walked across the floor to the window. Jake could not help but notice the giant cock which swung between his legs, glistening and shiny with Starlyn's secretions. Catch opened the window and said, "Why don't you come in and join us, old buddy? There's enough to go around. Don't stand out there in the bushes with your dick hanging out. Come inside where you can put it in something warm."
"I'll be right in," Jake replied as coolly as possible.
As soon as he was out of sight he broke into a run and hurried into the bar. They were both standing there, having a drink and waiting for him.
"Hmmm, he's handsome," Starlyn murmured as she crossed the floor to Jake. She put one hand behind his head and drew his face to hers and kissed him. With the other, she unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock. "Nice equipment," she whispered against his lips. "Now take off your clothes and let's see how you're built."
Jake stripped out of his uniform and stood naked facing the other two. Starlyn glanced at Catch who gave her a signal with his eyes. She moved closer to Jake, took his cock in both her hands and knelt to the floor. Then she began covering his cock and balls with tiny little kisses, making his flesh tingle with excitement. She pulled his foreskin forward until it resembled a tiny little flower of flesh. Then she dug her tongue into the center of it and began licking. Her lips engulfed the entire head of his cock. When it was wet and slippery, she pushed back the foreskin and began sucking on the sensitive cockhead.
Catch had come over to stand behind Starlyn. He began rubbing his cock and balls over the back of her head.
"That's it baby, suck his cock! Suck it good!"
Starlyn opened her mouth wider and more of Jake's thick prick disappeared between her glistening lips until she had the entire thing lodged down her throat. She cupped his heavy balls in her hand and began squeezing them, gently pinching the pink flesh with her fingers. She slid one of her hands between his legs and began exploring his buttocks. She ran her finger down the crack of his ass and let it come to rest upon his asshole.
Jake wiggled his buttocks against her finger and it slid inside. He began bucking his hips back and forth, fucking himself on her finger and jamming his cock down her hot eager throat.
"Give his nuts a suck, Starlyn," Catch urged.
She let Jake's thick cock slide out of her mouth, pressed it up against his stomach with her face and began licking the velvety flesh which encased his egg-like balls. She sucked one of them inside her mouth and began chewing on the sac. Then using her fingers, she stuffed the other one in her mouth, taking its place beside its mate.
Jake began rubbing his cock over her face, his cock, which was still wet from her warm saliva.
Starlyn, tired of sucking his balls, let them slip from her mouth and pushed her hands against the inside of Jake's thighs, signaling him to spread his legs further apart.
Jake savored the softness of Starlyn's heavy black hair between his legs. Her tresses caressed his buttocks, his heavy testicles, and the underside of his cock.
Starlyn moved her head slowly back and forth, stroking his sensitive areas with her raven hair. Then she threw back her head, stuck out her tongue and trailed it under his balls between his legs. She slid her hands between his legs and clasped his buttocks, massaging them as she rubbed her face against his balls.
"Eat his ass," said Catch. "Go on, Jake. Turn around. She'll do it." Jake swung around so that his buttocks were against her face.
Starlyn chewed lightly on the fine hair which covered the cheeks of his ass.
"Bend over," Catch said, and pushed Jake on the back.
He braced his hands on the floor. She trailed her tongue down between his muscular buttocks. She pulled his cheeks apart, buried her face between them and pressed her lips against the soft opening of his ass, kissing it noisily. She ran her tongue around it before spearing it inside.
Catch watched her work and groaned with excitement.
Starlyn reached her hand through Jake's legs and jerked on his cock, using the same rhythm with which she was sucking his ass.
The blood rushed to Jake's head and he felt like he was going to pass out. Just in time, Starlyn asked him to stand up and turn around again. His thighs and calves ached. She put her finger where her tongue had been and coated his cock with saliva. Using her hand, she jerked on it.
"I'm commmming!" Jake shouted. His thick white load shot out of the head of his cock. The first spurt landed on Starlyn's cheek. She opened her mouth. Two more jets of come found their way into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his climaxing cock and sucked on it as she fucked his ass with her finger.
The image of Starlyn's face disappeared and Jake was left with a handful of come. He shook his head and realized that he was still in the bushes and not inside. He dug into his pocket for a handkerchief, wiped off his hand and his cock, then he looked back into the window of the bar.
Jake sighed, sorry that his fantasy hadn't been reality. But still, it had been good. He watched for a little while longer, then got bored and sauntered down the gravel path to check the grounds.
The table began shaking and the entire bar was filled with Starlyn's cries of pleasure. Catch was plummeting his cock in and out of her slippery hole with the speed of lightning. Starlyn's dark hair swung from side to side as Catch worked her into orgasm. She squealed so loud that he half expected the glasses on the bar to shatter. While she was still at her peak he concentrated and let himself go. His climax rushed into her flushing vagina, filling it and overflowing.
When he was at last expended, he carefully lowered her to the floor. His soft cock slid out of her cunt.
"Jesus, that was hard on my thighs."
"Not the most comfortable way to have sex, Catch, but by far the most satisfying I've had in a long time."
"A long time?"
"A long, long time."
Starlyn excused herself to go to the rest room and Catch did a full turn as he looked around the bar.
"Well, I guess that's the way to christen the place!"