Two days later Starlyn met with Catch and the poor gentleman who owned the Land Development Corporation and showed them her sketches for the new design of the Bayou Country Club. Accompanying the sketches were swatches of fabrics and other samples.
Starlyn and Catch had met earlier and the cost of renovating each room had been approximated.
"My God, these are good," said Kelly to the young decorator.
"Thank you, Mr. Kelly. I think they're going to be very appealing to a younger group."
"I particularly like this, gentlemen," said Catch, thrusting a sketch of the bar across the conference table. Starlyn had redesigned the bar along the lines of the set of Rick's bar for the movie "Casablanca." The walls were white stucco. Ceiling fans would turn slowly.
Palm trees and shutters completed the look, along with black and white tiles on the bar and the dancing floors. In one corner she depicted a white Baby Grand piano.
"That piano is going to be an expensive item," remarked the ever-pessimistic Corson.
"Not really," explained Starlyn. "The piano is there, it's in fairly good shape."
"Of course it is," exclaimed Keefe. "It hasn't been played in years."
"And I have a friend who is an expert at refinishing things and he'll…"
"I know," said Corson, "do it for a song."
"Wrong," laughed Starlyn. "A chorus of eight bars is enough."
The dance floor was separated from the bar by glass partitions which would help keep down the noise. On the glass an art deco leaf-like motif was indicated.
"You see," explained Starlyn, "nothing much has to be done to the dance floor with the exception of tiling it and getting some lighting effects and having some pre-recorded disco music."
"How about the cost of having someone play the tapes?" asked Corson.
"We thought of that," replied Catch. "The bartender can stack the tape decks and take care of that."
They spent the rest of the morning going over the different sketches, pausing only to convince Corson that their course was correct.
At the end of the meeting, Dwyer stood up and said, "I'd like to propose a toast to the two of you. You are going to make us rich!"
Miss Simmons produced a bottle of champagne and glasses and a toast was drunk to the success of the Bayou Country Club.
After the meeting, Starlyn and Catch went to the advertising agency which was going to handle the publicity for the club.
Starlyn and Catch walked the few blocks it took to get to the greystone building, a structure which catered to advertising agencies. Catch, after much deliberation, had decided to give the account to a small local agency called Reuben Reuben, rather than to a southwest subsidiary of J. Walter Thompson or BBD amp;O He was impressed with the owner of Reuben Reuben, a young energetic man named Reuben Slater, who not only gave Catch a better price for the agency's services, but seemed truly interested in the project.
When they arrived at the agency they were shown into Slater's office. The young man had forsaken his desk and was sitting at a drawing board. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and there were smudges on his face.
He jumped up to greet them. "Hi Catch, hi Starlyn. How about some coffee? I've been here since eight o'clock this morning working on these things. I had one of my visions during the night. I think you're going to love the layouts."
"Coffee would be fine, Reuben, we'll help ourselves," said Catch.
"I'm so anxious to see your layouts, Reuben," said Starlyn. "I think Catch made a good choice of your agency."
"Thanks. I hope so."
After getting their coffee they gathered around the drawing board and Reuben displayed his work.
"These are just charcoal sketches, of course, but I think you can visualize what the photos would look like. First, a series of spot ads which would be released prior to the initial campaign. The slogan will be "Release Your Inhibitions!" and as you can see I have three very youth-oriented sketches."
The sketches portrayed a young couple doing the hustle; three young people, two men and a woman, splashing in the pool; and a group of people talking animatedly at the bar.
"Those are great, Reuben," said Catch. "I just want to make sure we get young, attractive, hot-looking models."
"I know where to find them, Catch. I've also been working on a logo for the place. Something really spiffy. What do you think of it?"
Slater held up a sketch of the logo. The type was fat, bold and sensuous.
"It's terrific," commented Starlyn. "Almost erotic."
"That was the idea," smiled Slater. "Now, to the big ads. You said you wanted something for a two-page spread which would be released to the local newspapers and magazines. You see on the left-hand page a black background and cut-out cubes. Inside those cubes, heads of attractive models but not happy looking. The type reads, "Being single and alone," and the type of the next page reads, "Then there's being single and together!"
The sketch depicted the five separated people playing some sort of party game involving passing oranges from under one's chin to another. They were laughing, well dressed and looked like they were having one hell of a time.
"It's exactly what I wanted, Reuben," said Catch, as he initialed the ads. "Now get on it as quickly as possible. I want the main two-page ads to start in two weeks, so we've got to get the others scattered about the media, titillating the imagination of the public."
"Oh, by the way, Catch," said Reuben. "A friend of mine who's the editor of Wide Open Spaces just got wind of the project. He wants to do an interview and a big expensive spread."
"That's great, but what's Wide Open Spaces?"
"It's sort of a society-oriented magazine which is distributed throughout the Southwest."
"It's a very good magazine," said Starlyn.
"Then have your friend give me a call, Reuben, and thanks for everything. I knew you'd do the best job and I'm always happy when my instincts are right."
When they were back on the streets, Starlyn asked Catch, "did you really think they were great?"
"Sure I did. I don't jerk off with my mouth. The guy's hit it right between the eyes. I'm sure we'll be inundated with memberships. How about taking a drive out to the club, Starlyn? We'll see how things are coming."
"I'd love to… see how things are coming." She fluttered her thick, coal-black lashes.
"I imagine it's going to be a little crowded at the country club today for any kind of carrying on."
"How about my place later, Catch? I could whip us up a little dinner, crack open a bottle or two of Blue Nun, and we can see what happens."
"You know what happens to me, Starlyn, when you start giving me smoldering looks."
Catch grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the doorway. He kissed her warmly on the lips and pressed his pelvis against hers. Starlyn could feel his prick pulsating in his pants.
"Fuck the Blue Nun. We'll have champagne."
Catch parked on the driveway leading to the Bayou Country Club since the workmen were at work expanding the parking lot. He and Starlyn walked to the front of the building. Everything was getting a fresh coat of paint and next to the entrance to the driveway was a large sign which was being lettered by an artist. Catch caught him before he finished filling in the letters.
"There's no use doing that, old-timer. We've got a new logo coming."
The old man looked distressed.
"Don't worry. You'll get paid for your time. I'll have the logo sent off to you tomorrow."
"Yes sir, Mr. Callahan."
The entrance hall and all the rooms throughout the country club were being covered with black and white tiles that looked like marble. "They have a permanent finish, Catch. No waxing and the price was terrific," Starlyn was saying. "Now come into the different game rooms and I'll show you around."
Starlyn had used most of the existing furniture in the different game rooms but had arranged it in such a way, blending in with her original designs, that instead of seeming staid and cold, the rooms now had the warmth of invitation and intimacy.
"You'll notice I designed all the lights to flatter the skin tones."
"You should have done that for the old members," laughed Catch.
"Just wait until you see what I've done to the old greenhouse. Follow me."
Starlyn took Catch's hand and led him through the country club. Attached to the original country club was a gigantic greenhouse which in days past had once been used to grow orchids and other exotic flowers to use as table settings for tea dances.
The greenhouse was quite large and almost a story and a half high. When the popularity of the club had decreased, the door to the greenhouse had been locked and the few remaining plants were left to die.
Starlyn had the entire greenhouse cleared out. The broken panes were repaired and cleaned and the floor tiled.
When they entered, various men in overalls were arranging giant palms, fern, bamboo and other exotic plants in large white ceramic pots around the room.
"Incredible," remarked Catch. "What a difference it makes. It's going to be beautiful."
"I want to hang a lot of plants from the ceiling and string an arrangement of tiny bead lights just above them. That way, when we don't have stars at night so big and bright, we can have them artificially. There's room for a bandstand down there. I found those gilt chairs at a restaurant which was going out of business and I bought them…"
"I know," Catch laughed. "For a song."
"I think it will make a marvelous place for formal dances and special events."
"It's really elegant, Starlyn. I couldn't really imagine what you had in mind."
"I'm glad you trusted me enough to go ahead with it."
"How soon will it be completed? When that magazine, what's its name?"
"Wide Open Spaces"
"When they interview us I'd like to have this serve as a backdrop."
"There really isn't much more work to do on it, Catch. I found some interesting granite and marble statues which I want to set around here and there. They're very funky and very camp, in keeping with the room."
They stayed at the country club until nearly six o'clock then drove back into the city to Starlyn's apartment.
"Anything we need to pick up from the store?"
"I've got it all," replied Starlyn. "As a matter of fact everything's already made. I did the salad this morning and I'm making veal picata."
"Mmm, one of my favorite dishes, besides you."
Starlyn shut the door and turned on the lights and stereo.
"I feel like a bath before dinner. It's been a long, hot day."
"I'd like one, too."
"Then why don't you join me?"
They took off their clothes and hung them up. Catch grabbed Starlyn around the waist and pulled her toward him. He kissed her on the tip of the nose.
"You're a very accommodating hostess."
"Let me show you how accommodating I can be."
She wrapped her fingers around his huge cock and led him into the bathroom.
Catch, who hadn't been in Starlyn's bathroom before, was surprised by its size. The walls were white stucco and in the center of the room was a large sunken tub. Above the tub was a skylight from which baskets of plants hung. The tub was more than large enough for two.
"You surprise me," said Catch. "I didn't quite expect this."
"I had a boyfriend who was a very handy construction worker. He built it for me. Of course the owners of the building don't know anything about it."
Starlyn started the water in the tub and added a dollop of bath oil.
"You know something, Catch? You've just given me an idea. Later, after the club's open, I think we're going to install some of these things in the new gym I have planned."
"Oh, you didn't mention a gym before."
"Didn't I? I meant to. I figured that the young singles are also diet conscious and body conscious and we ought to have one. Co-educational of course."
"The same with the tubs?" she asked.
"Why not? It would be a great way for people to meet each other."
The tub was nearly full. The water was tinted a turquoise blue by the bath oil.
"Be careful of the tiles," Starlyn cautioned. "The oil makes them slippery."
There was a steep flight of stairs at one end of the tub which led down into the water. Catch went in first and Starlyn joined him.
"How's the water, Catch?"
"Perfect. Not too hot and not too cold."
Starlyn picked up a large natural sponge and rubbed it over a cake of soap. Then she began washing Catch's muscular chest.
"This is better than a geisha house."
"Ah so."
Once she had completed his chest she dipped her hands into the water and scrubbed his half-hard cock and heavy balls.
Catch turned around and she washed his back. Then he took the sponge from her and returned the favor, pausing to work his fingers in and out of her cunt. His fingertips touched her clitoris and Starlyn reacted immediately.
"I don't think I can wait until after dinner, Catch."
"Why wait?"
He pushed his body against hers. Their flesh was slick from the bath oil and the contact of skin against skin was incredibly exciting.
Starlyn's lips opened eagerly when Catch kissed her. She pulled and tugged at his tongue as he slid it into her mouth. Starlyn's breath was mint-sweet. His tongue probed at the sides of her mouth and over the edges of her teeth. He cupped her naked breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. Her skin glistened from the bath oil and was slightly slippery.
He let go of her left breast and ran his right hand down her back and felt her buttocks. She pushed against him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Catch let go of the other breast and began running his fingers through her hair. The tips were wet from the water. He'd never felt such luxurious hair before in his life. It was like ebony silk threads. They held onto each other for a long time in a torrid, passionate embrace. Finally they parted. Their chests were heaving as they gasped for air.
"Oh, Catch," Starlyn hissed between clenched teeth. "I want you so badly."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she cuddled her head against his damp chest. He tipped her chin up and kissed her once again. Her lips were wet with their mingled saliva.
When they parted she said, "We'd better get out of the tub. I'm afraid my ex-boyfriend made it too deep for much carrying on, unless you like to do it under water."
"I'll never be able to hold my breath that long, if I do what I want to do with you, Starlyn."
They climbed out of the tub and lay down on the thick shag rug next to it. Catch cradled her face in his hands.
"You're so beautiful, Starlyn, you could make a corpse get an erection."
She squeezed his cock. "I want to see what you're talking about."
She moved herself down until her face was next to his stomach. She began licking his skin and squeezing his cock. She ran her fingertips up and down his stomach and laced them through his pubic hair. Then she moved her hand down to his balls, cupped them in her hand and squeezed them firmly. Catch groaned as she began moving her hand up and down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.
The bath oil acted like a new lubricant and Catch had to reach down and stop her. He was afraid he was going to come.
Starlyn moved down a bit further. Her pink tongue slipped between her lips and she began caressing his cock and balls with the tip of it.
Her black hair spilled across his thighs as she pressed her lips against the base of his cock. Her tongue slid out and flicked the underneath side as she slowly moved it up to the head, leaving a small trail of saliva behind. She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue and accompanied her licks with gentle squeezes of his balls.
She opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside, holding it fast between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She forced her head downward on it. She kept moving down until the head of his cock was touching the head of her throat. Then she pulled her head back up and exerted a strong sucking pressure as she did.
Catch lifted himself to his elbows and looked down at the beautiful woman who was sucking his cock.
"I'm getting too close, Starlyn." She looked up at him and smiled as she pulled her lips away from his cock. He bent over to kiss her. She opened her mouth wide as her hot, damp lips tugged at his.
"That's all right. I want you to come this way, Catch. The first time, in any case."
"Whatever you say."
She lowered her head toward his cock once again and wrapped her fingers around the base of it. She gathered his balls in her other hand and opened her mouth once again to let his cock slide back into it.
He rushed her hair back so that he could see it gliding between her lips, like some strange aircraft entering its rightful hangar.
The sweet, clinging pressure of her mouth descended upon his prick once again. Every nerve in his body began tingling. Catch watched with fascination as the thick shaft disappeared between her lips.
"Oh, that's it, Starlyn. That feels wonderful."
Her head moved up and down with slow, deliberate movements as she wedged the cock firmly between her tongue and the roof of her throat. She began breathing in and out through her mouth and the feel of her hot breath surrounding his cock like a vaporous mist brought the sensations within Catch careening toward the climax.
"I don't think I can hold back much longer, Star."
She grunted in anticipation and looked at him, fluttering her eyelids in desire. Catch began pushing his pelvis up against her, jamming more and more of his thick prick down her throat.
Suddenly he threw back his head and emitted a deep groan of exultation. Waves of sensations coursed through his body like a fresh blood transfusion. For one brief, delicious moment his body was suspended in the never-never land between the peak of feeling and orgasm itself. Then he began to shoot. Thrusting his hips upward as her head bobbed up and down. He held her hair back with one hand and watched as she sucked his juice into her mouth and down her throat.
She squeezed his balls and sucked his cock until every last drop of come had found its way into her mouth. She continued sucking on him until his cock became lifeless. Then she let it slide from her mouth and crawled up beside him.
He wrapped his arm around her head and said, "Starlyn, you were aptly named by your parents. You're a star, a real star!"