Roy Henderson slammed the doctor's office door behind him and hissed a list of obscenities. Shit! VD! Now who in hell would have given him that? Samantha, probably… or was it Susan? Hell, how could he keep them straight. VD and he hadn't even got off on sex with those bitches. Just a couple of sleazy bisexuals who were looking for a quick lay.
But what did that make him? Damn, he wasn't any better, was he? He pressed the elevator button and waited for the red light to flash. Life was getting to be too complicated.
A wave of loneliness swept over him. What he wouldn't give to go home and find his sweet little Julie in bed waiting for him. Now that was love; that was real love, something those cheap sluts Samantha and Susan knew nothing about. Sex… that's all they could think about. Whew!
And that Ertha was no better, either. Who on earth Julie could call that witch a friend, he couldn't understand. Man, she'd built up a barricade twelve feet thick around Julie. No matter how many times he called Ertha's apartment, the response was always the same: "Sorry, Julie's not here."
But there had to be some way of getting hold of Julie, even if it meant breaking into that apartment and abducting her. Just to hold her in his arms, kiss her rosy cheeks and whisper sweet things in her ears…
The elevator door opened and he stepped in, his infected groin aching with every cursed step.
"You what?" Ertha sat straight up in bed. "Horny for, or even attracted to, but in love?"
Julie was sitting at the foot of her bed, and she'd just come back from another afternoon with Joshua. This thing of Julie's about Joshua was getting to be too much. Joshua was seeing her almost every day. But Ertha was worried. Julie had been running around with her head up in the clouds for two weeks now and she was obviously so intrigued with Joshua that nothing else interested her. Roy had phoned almost every day and somehow she'd managed to keep those heated conversations free of Julie's ears. All Ertha heard around the place with was Joshua this and Joshua that. She knew Joshua was one good lay, but she hadn't thought he was that good, for heaven's sake! Ertha wondered what would happen when Joshua showed his true colors to Julie, let her see what a fly-by-night lover he was… and what his true interest in her was. She knew Joshua couldn't keep his secret forever.
She wished that Julie would take her advice and not restrict herself to just one male… but it was impossible to talk to her about anything these days. Ertha decided, after this conversation now with Julie, to let the whole thing run its course without interfering. It would all come out in the wash soon enough, she thought, taking another sip of heir drink while she turned on the hair dryer again.
When Julie dismissed herself and the sound of the shower spray emanated through the adjoining wall, Ertha picked up her pink telephone and dialed Joshua's number. "Damnit, Joshua, quit fucking around and start setting up some tricks for Julie, would you? Man, don't play with her head that way, she's a sweet chick and she doesn't deserve this charade you've been playing with her."
Joshua listened, knowing Ertha was right. He hadn't been fair with Julie, misleading her as he had. "Okay, okay. Just give me one more night and I'll set the kid straight. Then we'll all be in business, again."
Julie sat waiting for Joshua's call. He usually called between five and six o'clock and since it was seven o'clock, she was sure he'd call any minute.
As the hours passed and still he had not called, she began to grow more and more nervous. He had not seemed terribly enthusiastic the last time they met and when she asked him if he loved her, he seemed surprised and answered very vaguely. Although she had accustomed herself to his secrecy, there was a mysterious occurrence that happened every time he set eyes on Ertha – almost as if they were exchanging thoughts whose subject was she, Julie.
"Love? Why I really hadn't thought about it! Have you?" had been Joshua's answer.
They had been in Ertha's "office", as they most often were during their progressively wilder sex scene and Julie had lain back on the silken pillow, turning her face so that he would not see her hurt. But afterward, he had taken her so passionately with such obvious relish and appetite, that she had been sure he was communicating his love in that manner, rather than saying it with words. For, like Ertha, Joshua was the type of person whose actions counted, not his words. It never occurred to her that Joshua was interested in her for any other reason than to adore her. Business and massage for money was the last thing she had in mind; though, had she paid more heed to those secret glances exchanged between her two best friends, she would have seen the true reason for his affection.
Ertha came out of her bedroom, dressed to the teeth in her new calf-length skirt and tight jersey. Now that Joshua and Julie were taking up the evening hours in her romper room, she had been forced to use a less appealing "office" set up in the back of one of the Broadway topless bars that Joshua managed on the side.
Ertha was beginning to feel sorry for Julie, since she knew that Joshua would make his last call tonight. Joshua wanted no involvement, she knew. Ertha felt a twinge of remorse about the situation she had gotten Julie into. She had picked her out thinking Julie was just the type of girl Joshua could use in his business, but it wasn't turning out that way at all… not at all! She watched as Julie downed another glass of wine which she had put in a water glass so she wouldn't have to refill it so many times.
The wine had helped ease the pain Julie felt to some extent, but there was a dull thudding in her head, replacing the mounting hysteria inside her. The prospect of the end of another love before it had begun was too cruel to contemplate. She began to think of Roy and how she'd love to be with him now… how good it would be to have a true friend who knew her well and would listen to her.
For a second she thought of phoning him, but the fear of hearing a feminine giggle in the back ground kept her from doing so. Time would bury the love for Roy…
She had about given up hope when Joshua called, but his request left her startled and confused. The wine hadn't helped keep her head clear, either.
"Julie, honey. I won't be able to make it tonight. But, listen. How about making some extra cash? I've got a couple of buddies who don't dig those massage parlor trips but who really get off on a good backrub. How's about doin' it for 'em, huh, baby?"
When Joshua used that tone of voice, he could ask her to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge and she'd comply. "Well… I…"
"Ah, come on, baby. You can do it. Shit, Ertha's been making her bucks that way for a long time, and she certainly hasn't suffered from it. Come on, do it for Josh, huh?"
"Oh, all right," she heard herself say. "I guess…"
Corby Lewis paid Joshua fifty dollars in cold, heartless cash and jumped in the taxi. Man, tonight he was going to get himself a fine piece of ass… clean hunk, too… none of this cheapo, kinky Broadway meat. If Josh wasn't lying – and he seldom did to his clients – the woman had to be tops. He only hoped she wouldn't fight too much when he socked it to her. That was one of the advantages of dealing with the small-time pimps; they were more selective with their clientele, and thusly, they weren't standing outside the door listening to every grunt and groan. Then, too, their clients kept coming back, once they got to know the girls.
The taxi left him off in front of Ertha's apartment building; Corby tipped the man an extra buck, since he felt generous after last night's cocaine deal. He rang the buzzer to Ertha's apartment and waited, adjusting the wide Brooke Brothers tie and pulling down the matching vest to his three-piece suit. He was feeling in good spirits tonight after splurging on his new wardrobe. He only hoped the anonymous woman inside would appreciate what he'd gone through to look good.
He pressed the buzzer again. Inside Julie gulped the last dregs of her wine and dizzily staggered toward the door, cursing Joshua as she struggled with the double lock. She didn't understand any of it… why he wasn't with her tonight, why he wanted her to go out with his friend… and making extra bucks? What the hell did that mean? Sure, she knew Ertha made her living giving massages, but that was Ertha. Ertha was always different.
The chain fell free of the lock and Julie stepped aside as she let Joshua's friend brush past her. Before she even saw his face she could smell the sweetness of his after shave lotion. Well, at least the guy had class, she thought with relief.
When he turned to introduce himself, a smile broke out on his face, a smile she didn't understand the motive for. True, looked vaguely familiar about him, but with those huge sun glasses covering half of his face, he could have been anybody she'd seen on the street.
Julie introduced herself, and squinted up at the man who kept leering at her. Her eyes were out of focus and she had a funny queasiness in her stomach from not having eaten that day.
"Hello," she said, slurring her words. "Sit down and let me get you a drink!" She waved her hand flamboyantly. She couldn't get a good look at the Puerto Rican no matter how close he came. He was sitting next to her now, and she decided she'd just give up trying to see him. She might as well make the most of the evening… be happy, she told herself.
"So you're Joshua's friend?" she said bitterly, camouflaging her hurt with a forced grin that came out a sneer.
"That's right, honey…" he said, taking the glass of wine from her, wondering when Roy's ex-old lady would recognize him. But he assumed the natty suit threw her off guard; then, too, she was three sheets to the wind already. No wonder she didn't recognize him. "How's about going dancing later," he offered, plotting his revenge for the woman who had refused him once.
Julie turned on the stereo and began madly gyrating her arms and legs in an approximation of dancing to the music. All sense of propriety had left her.
"Come on," said Corby grabbing her by the ann. "Let's catch a cab at the comer."
"Empress Hotel, driver!"
Corby sank down into the taxi seat with a sigh. Julie hadn't even heard the discrepancy in plans. That was good, but she was too snockered to know much of what was going on. He wasn't going to touch her until they got inside. This way, she'd never know who he was and, when Joshua came down on him for treating his girls roughly, he could deny the whole scene and even demand his money back. He'd just say she was gone when he got to Ertha's apartment. There was no proof.
The cab pulled up in front of the Empress Hotel, a ram-shackle building on Broadway with a neon sign blinking! "Rooms… Transients… Residents…"
It was just the place for what he had in mind, seedy and run down. Tonight's my lucky night… he thought as he handed the driver the money. This chick is so out of it I can probably get anything out of her.
He helped Julie out of the back seat. She was laughing at his attempts to extricate her from the low seat. "Well… where are we?"
"Is there a floor show?"
"Sure, honey, sure."
The cab driver leaned way out of his window, looking Julie up and down… "Nice looking broad you got there, mister!" he said. "Wouldn't mind having a go at her myself."
"You're welcome to when I'm through!" Corby offered. The more the better. It would serve the bitch right for refusing him once before.
"Hey, you serious?" the driver asked, a gleam coming to his eyes.
"It's not my ass… Ask the desk clerk for the room number…"
"Swell, buddy… See you later…" he said, stepping on the gas.
Parts of the conversation had reached Julie but she didn't really connect them with her. It seemed as though they were talking about someone else. Some girl they both knew. She was looking around her though, trying to figure out where she was. Before she could think about it too long, Corby had grabbed her by the arm and was hurrying her into the building.
A yellow light glowed from a naked light bulb as Corby passed the night clerk. He dropped two dollars on the desk and was handed a key in return.
"I think I'm gonna call Joshua now," Julie said, teetering against Corby's tall frame. "It isn't a very nice place… where's the bar?"
"Shut up!" Corby said and hurried her down the corridor to a room on the ground floor.
Once inside the door, Julie was sure that she wanted to leave… something was going on that she didn't understand, and she had thought, "Where's Ertha?" as she turned to face the bare room. Her dulled senses had misled her into thinking that Ertha, motherly Ertha, would be there to save her.
"I wanna drink…" she slurred as she turned around, lurching toward the door. But her departure was halted suddenly as Corby grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back toward him. When Julie tried to protest, Corby let his right hand fly and it landed flat across her cheek leaving a stinging red print on her white skin.
Tears streamed down Julie's face as the man pushed her down on the bed.
"You will leave when I'm through with you, Julie… and this time you can't say no!" And with that, he began tearing at Julie's clothes, pulling them off her until she wore nothing but her garter belt and stockings.
Julie had laid there motionless, unable to resist him, the blow across her face made her terrified of coming to physical harm.
"Now, baby… you're going to do just what I tell you, aren't you?"
"Hey, buddy, you in there?" It was the cab driver.
"Yea, friend… come on in… we're just getting started."
George Martin pushed open the door just enough to let himself in and closed it swiftly behind him. Man, what a setup, he thought to himself when he got a look at the naked beauty on the bed. I have landed in a pot of gravy!
"Have a seat," Corby said, pointing to the only chair in the room. "Come on, baby," he grunted to Julie. "Let's see you stretch those lips for our friend here. After all, he was kind enough to drive us all the way over here, now wasn't he?"
Julie sat up tentatively in the bed trying to meet the eyes of either of the men in the room. Why was this happening? she thought. How had this happened to her?
But Corby was in no mood for delay. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her off the bed, forcing her to kneel in front of him on the floor.
"Now crawl over to our friend!" he ordered.
Julie hesitated for a second and once again Corby's hands cracked across her cheek. Julie cried out, but began crawling over to where George sat. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between them. And when she was kneeling between his spread thighs, he tangled his hands in her short blonde hair and pulled it down, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already erect cock beneath the rough material of his pants.
"Pull it out for me," he said, still rotating his crotch up against her face.
She fumbled for a moment, but finally the huge fleshy instrument burst into the air through the unzipped fly. George grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few niches from her bulging eyes. Reaching around the back of her head, he pulled her to him until her closed lips were pressed tightly against the slippery, rubbery tip.
But Julie refused to open her mouth. She pressed her lips together as tightly as possible, trying in vain to pull away from George's grip.
Behind her, Corby had taken off his belt and he swung it at her, the heavy leather strap landing square across her buttocks. And as her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her quivering buttocks the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth.
Julie gagged as the huge fleshy instrument filled the entire cavity of her mouth, but Corby held her firm.
"Don't forget, baby," Corby hissed at her. "If at any time our friend here doesn't like what you're doing, my belt with will speak his disapproval for him."
The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound.
Corby moved close to them to watch the purring of her cheeks as Corby pushed up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt the cab driver made ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped his belt on the floor next to Julie's kneeling body and began exploring her body with his hungry hands, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into her wide-stretched lips.
Julie began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slimy lubricated head. She had loved sucking Joshua's and Roy's cocks, but this was different. She ran the tip of her tongue teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth.
Oh, God! she thought. He would cum into her mouth! No, her mind screamed… No! And in a moment of terror, her teeth closed tightly down on George's throbbing prick.
"Aaaarnggg…" he screamed, pulling on Julie's hair until she thought it might come out by the roots. "The bitch bit me!"
Corby picked up his belt from the floor and stood over Julie. The belt whistled through the air and landed across her already reddened buttocks. Tears of pain flowed down her face, but she began sucking on George's prick once more, making sure her teeth were out of the way. She would do anything, no matter what they demanded of her. They wanted her to be a whore… she would be a whore! They wanted her to suck, she would suck!
Her drunken mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations arising erotically deep inside her.
George skewered further and further into her mouth so that she could feel the hard rubbery tip of the head of his cock grazing smoothly against the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with warm, moist saliva and made a smooth hot sheath around his cock as it pumped faster and faster into her face.
He looked down at her, a lust contorted face that glistened of savage desire as he felt her begin to suck him with a moist, nibbling sucking motion as he crushed his sweating loins at her face and ground his fingers cruelly into the sides of her face. And suddenly he could hold back no longer. He thrust his thick glistening cock deep into her mouth and arched his pelvis up toward her face, pressing against her cheeks with the tips of his fingers so that her mouth was tighter around it and he could feel the full force of it. He gripped her head between his hands and with his balls exploding with their juices, rammed his cock deep into her throat.
Julie choked and sputtered for a long minute and finally George let out a low moan as his hot sticky sperm shot in a thick hot stream deep into her sucking mouth. He held her head in front of him with a vise-like grip until he had emptied himself completely far back into the defensively gulping recesses of her gullet.
Julie groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth.
George released his grip on her face and collapsed in the chair. His deflating cock slipped with a wet sucking noise from between her cum-covered lips, a thin string-like trickle of white still connecting them together.
Before Julie had even a chance to catch her breath, Corby was dragging her across the floor, pulling up to her feet and pushing her face down onto the bed.
"And now it's my turn, baby. This time you won't get away! Funny you don't remember me, Julie. I don't consider that much of a compliment. Here… look." He took off his glasses to reveal himself. "Now do you remember me?"
"Oh, God, nooo…" Julie's past came back to haunt her. "Oh, God, what do you want of me?" In that moment she hated Joshua, she hated him more than death itself. He had betrayed her… sold her. "What are you gonna do to me?" whimpered Julie.
"Don't you worry, baby… I'm an old hand at this back door stuff. Comes from bein' Puerto Rican… know what I mean, man?"
Julie's drunken mind didn't understand what he meant and she resolved herself to do whatever he wanted. If only it would… could be over soon!
"Man, what an ass!" Corby thought. "I'm gonna love this!"
Through her haze, Julie felt his hands opening her naked buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together, but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. As she felt the tip of his finger at the entrance of her naked rectum, she clenched the puckered tiny lips tightly in a desperate effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the knuckle.
Julie jumped forward from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. He moved it around in the tight expanding hole in preparation for what was to follow, sawing it in and out expanding the tiny anus more and more.
Corby dug another finger into her tight hole and this time the pain was almost unbearable.
"Aaaarrrgggghhh…" Julie screamed, her face digging into the sleezy sheets of the bed. But Corby persisted, holding one hand at the small of her back, pinning her to the mattress, his fingers digging cruelly into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight narrow hole. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit.
Then, as suddenly as his fingers had entered her virgin hole, they were out. They came out almost reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He pushed the cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the crevice. His tongue licked at the quivering hole teasingly, moistening the tiny hole in readiness for their next attack.
"Kneel up, you little bitch!" he ordered from behind her.
Julie hesitated for a moment and felt Corby's hands on her hips, jerking them down on the bed. Her buttocks were high in the air behind her, waving as it open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin.
"Tickle my balls, whore!" She was at his mercy and he intended to take full advantage of the situation. He was pleased that the cab driver was still sitting on the chair watching this triumph over this bitch. He was at his best when he could humiliate and especially if he had an audience.
Julie had reached back and was stroking his hairy balls, treating them like precious jewels, afraid she might hurt him and make him angry. His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and helpless completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of helpless frustration.
Corby's hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the long thick cock impress itself in the moist, naked split of her behind. It was huge! She would never be able to take that in her rectum without ripping her wide open.
Corby, in lewd triumph, sensed her horror and dug his hands into her shoulders, pressing them hard against the mattress; she could not move. His hands coursed greedily down over her defenseless buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered anal mouth stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness. And then suddenly it felt as if a tree trunk were trying to burst into her body.
"Oooohhh… NO! Noooooo!!" she screamed. "It's too big! Oh, my God! Noooooo!"
But there was no escape. His thighs thrust her thighs forward; his arms held her hips back at his. She was helpless.
"Push back!" he yelled.
She could barely think. Every way was pain and more pain. She pushed back and opened her ass as if by deliberate effort, that final centimeter. It was like flicking a Band-Aid off a wound. His penis surged right into her rectum, solid and painful, but at least he could not go any further.
Julie's breath hissed in and out from between her tightly clenched teeth. It was like having her asshole shored up with huge supports, like some giant battering ram. She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the rock hard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit.
Corby began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so low and debased in her life as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing cock into her with long smooth strokes.
"Aaaarrrggghhh…" he groaned. "God, it's tight!" he hissed, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the hot clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand the pain much longer. She had to end it, she had to and she prayed for the stretch to please him. She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his loins. She began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in tiny circles. She even began to feel excited through the pain.
Kneeling above her, Corby watched the reddish skin of the little round hole drawn back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want to come out. He watched his prick disappear right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed and then it moved about in her tight resistant passage with the knob straining out as if it were going to burst.
He began to rub rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps. He stared at her slender body as he spread the thighs wide and pulled her buttocks apart even more with his hands. He wanted to skewer her like a carcass, split her body wide open. His prick was huge and heavy, loaded with weight as if it had ripened in the last seconds.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave into the depths of her rectum. She knelt slave-like in front of him, her buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal hole, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned his final delight and collapsed on top of her, crushing her ravished body flat down against the mattress.
"I wanta fuck 'er now," the desk clerk's voice came from the doorway. "That is, if you fellas don't mind."
"Mind?" Corby panted. "Not if you give me my couple of bucks back for the room."