When Judy reported for work the next evening she found two other cocktail waitresses in the dressing room putting on their costumes. Judy eagerly introduced herself, since she hadn't had a chance to talk to the other girls yet and wanted to know how they felt about working for Tony Rossi.
"Do you really like working here?" she asked a tall blonde named Carol.
"Are you kidding? I love it," Carol said enthusiastically. "Where else could you make so much money for so little work?"
"The tips are great, too," said Barb, a statuesque brunette.
"I suppose you're right," Judy sighed, "but I feel kind of strange doing – well, you know. I'm married, and it would kill my husband if he found out."
"Honey, we're married, too," Carol said. "What your old man doesn't know won't hurt him."
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Barb said. "Both Carol and I had to go back to work when our husbands were laid off. We're just making the best deal we can for ourselves, that's all."
"Besides," Carol said with an impish grin, "sometimes the work here can be a helluva lot of fun."
Judy blushed because secretly she agreed with Carol. No matter how guilty she felt about being unfaithful to Joe, she had to admit that she really loved getting it on with other men. As she slipped into her black bikini costume, she could hardly wait to discover what man Tony had picked for her tonight.
"Hey, honey, a word of advice," Barb said as they left the dressing room. "Once in awhile you'll get a real rough customer, somebody who likes to hurt women. Don't put up with it. Get out of there, tell Mr. Rossi, and he'll take care of the guy – and I mean good."
Judy shuddered.
"Thanks," she said, "I'll remember that."
She'd worked the floor for a couple of hours when Rossi appeared and signaled her to step into the alcove for a conference. Judy obeyed eagerly. She'd been horny since the moment she woke up, and she could hardly wait for her next "assignment".
"There's an older guy I want you to entertain," Rossi said. "White hair, black suit, sitting over against the wall. He may not be pretty, kid, but he's loaded, so be real nice to him. Do whatever he wants, no matter how weird it sounds."
Judy felt nervous. Rossi had said the same thing to her yesterday regarding Howard, the mouse who turned into a tiger. "Mr. Rossi," she said, "what if I happen to run into somebody who tries to hurt me?"
Rossi frowned.
"It won't happen with this old dude, believe me. I know him. But if it ever does, you tell me and I'll see that he never hurts anybody again."
Feeling reassured, Judy went over to the old man's table and delivered his free drink. The guy was probably in his early sixties, with a thick head of white hair and a face like Santa Claus. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and portly, and despite his age he was still a very attractive man.
"Good evening, sir," she said, "my name is Judy. May I sit with you?"
"We needn't bother with that, my dear," he said. "I can see already that you'll do just fine. Come on, my car is right outside. By the way, my name is Miles."
Judy never did learn if Miles was his first name or his last, the guy moved so fast. They were out of the club and into his car before she knew what was happening. Miles took her to his penthouse apartment, which had a rug about a foot deep and a magnificent view of the city. He mixed up a pitcher of excellent martinis.
"Some people would call me a dirty old man," he told Judy, "but I like to think of myself as a fancier of lovely things. I think girls are lovely things, especially with their clothes off. So if you'd oblige me, my dear, I'd like you to undress and lie on the carpet over there."
Things seemed to be moving too fast for Judy. In the car Miles had slipped her a hundred dollar bill, and she knew she was supposed to earn it by doing whatever he wanted, but she'd hardly had time to catch her breath before he asked her to strip. Nervously she kicked off her four-inch black heels and started to untie her top.
"I just want to look at you for a while," Miles said, settling into a big easy chair and sipping his martini. "You may take your drink with you."
Judy shucked her bra and quickly skinned out of her panties and stockings. Miles watched her with a blissful little smile. She went to the place he'd indicated, just a few feet from his chair, and lay down on the thick deep carpet. She reclined on her side and tried to look cool and professional as she sipped her drink.
"Lovely," Miles sighed, "just lovely."
It made Judy nervous to have to just lie there while the old man ogled her naked body. His bright little blue eyes flickered back and forth between her round ripe tits and the flame-colored triangle of her bush. Long minutes passed and Judy had finished her martini before he spoke again.
"Tell me, my dear," he said, "do you like to fuck?"
Judy blushed hotly. She still wasn't used to hearing such words.
"Why, uh, yes, of course," she stammered.
Miles chuckled, "No, I mean really. You don't have to lie to me, because I paid for your services and I'm going to have you anyway. I just want to know if you really, honestly enjoy sex."
Judy's blush deepened as she replied shyly, "Well, yes, I do."
"I believe you," Miles said. "That's good. I hate phonies, girls who just fake it. I like a naturally lusty woman. And now I think it's time we went into the bedroom. Tony only lends his girls for an hour, you know."
Judy was glad it was only an hour. Something about Miles gave her the creeps. It wasn't just that he was old enough to be her grandfather. There was something very strange about his manner. She shuddered as she recalled Barb's warning about weirdos.
Still she did her duty and followed Miles down a hall to a huge bedroom with a mammoth bed covered in white fur.
"Lie down, please," Miles said, "on your back. I want to look at you while I undress."
Judy obeyed, trying her best to look cool and at ease. She climbed onto the huge bed and lay down in the soft fur. It was a very sexy feeling to have the fur against her naked body. Miles towered over her, standing at the foot of the bed and eyeing her curvy little body as he took off his clothes.
"Open your legs a little, dear," he said. "Yes, that's it. Now just stay that way."
Judy couldn't help blushing again when Miles asked her to show her pussy. She did as he ordered, however, opening her legs and drawing back her knees, showing him the rich red of her gash with its delicate fringe of coppery curls. Miles' little blue eyes twinkled lustily as he stared between her legs.
"You're lovely all over," he said. "I can hardly wait for this one."
Judy couldn't bear having his horny gaze focused on her naked pussy, so she looked around to avoid seeing him. Her blush deepened. On both walls and on the ceiling were huge mirrors, reflecting the bed. No matter what Miles was doing, or who he was doing it with, he could see all the action from every angle.
"You noticed the mirrors," he chuckled. "Actually they're quite a turn-on, once you get used to them."
Judy didn't know where to look now. In the mirrors she saw her own lovely naked body, the orange bush contrasting sharply with her creamy white skin. She saw her own pink-flushed and embarrassed face and her slightly quivering globe-shaped tits. She glanced back at Miles.
He'd just taken off his shirt, and his chest was very broad and thickly matted with white hairs. She couldn't help gawking as the old man lowered his pants. His jockey shorts showed no sign of a hard-on. He took down the shorts, and Judy eyed his cock with deep disappointment.
Miles' prick was perfectly limp. In fact it was hardly there, just a poor wrinkled little nub of flesh no more than an inch long, practically hidden in his thick white bush. His rosy balls were tiny, too, wrinkled and slack.
Miles didn't seem bothered by any of this. He marched confidently around to the side of the bed, his pitiful little limp cock wagging, and climbed on beside Judy. She felt not a trace of lust for him, and she wondered how in hell he expected to fuck her with that tiny soft cock.
"Open your legs as wide as you can, my dear," Miles said eagerly. "Don't be shy about it. There, that's excellent."
Reluctantly Judy had opened her legs to the maximum, spreading them wide and drawing her knees back to touch her big swollen breasts. She wondered what would happen next. It was bound to be embarrassing, because Miles' cock was still utterly limp and useless. Trying to fuck her with that soft little nub would be like trying to put a wet noodle into a keyhole.
Miles still didn't look a bit worried, though. He knelt between her legs and eyed her naked scarlet pussy with lusty twinkling eyes. He licked his lips in anticipation. Judy was really puzzled, because his poor little cock didn't even twitch. It just stayed dead and flaccid.
Then Miles shoved his face right into her pussy.
"Oh," Judy gasped.
She wanted to scramble away from him, but she remembered that she had a job to do, money to earn. Whatever crazy thing he wanted was all right, unless he hurt her. Still she felt pretty strange with his white head jammed between her thighs and his moist hot breath fanning her naked slit. What in hell was he up to?
Then she felt it, Miles' slick hot tongue lapping gently but steadily on the highly sensitive bud of her clit. For a brief moment she was shocked that he should lick her there, but her shock vanished in a powerful wave of pleasure. It felt absolutely wonderful to have her clit tongued.
"Oooooo," Judy squealed.
Now it came back to her, the things she'd read lately about different ways to make love. Oral sex had been mentioned, men and women using their mouths and lips and tongues on each other. Judy had skipped that part because she knew Joe would never go for it, but she'd been curious about how it would feel.
Now she knew. It felt fantastic. Miles lapped steadily on the tender hot shaft of her little red clit, and powerful waves of pleasure melted her belly. She'd never felt anything so delicious in her life. She forgot her uneasiness about Miles, forgot everything but the stunning joy of having her clit licked and tongued.
"Ohhhh, yes," she squealed, "yes, yessss."
Miles lapped harder and faster on her ultrasensitive little clit, and now the melting pleasure took in her whole body. Judy moaned and flushed pink with horny arousal. She felt her snug little cunt starting to cream hot sticky juice. The old dude was turning her on like mad with his steady clit-licking.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good," Judy gasped.
She simply couldn't believe the incredible pleasure of having her pussy eaten. Goddamn Joe anyhow, why did he have to be so old-fashioned and uptight about sex? She'd missed so much fun because of his hang-ups. Well, not any more. She could have men like Miles who'd do any crazy and wonderful thing to turn a woman on.
Now Miles intensified her pleasure by pressing his lips against her moist little joy button and sucking on it. Judy gasped and almost rose off the bed, it felt so good. A big molten flood of cream gushed from her hotly aroused cunt, wetting Miles' chin. She'd never known such ecstasy in bed.
"My God, YES," Judy whimpered, "yes, suck meee. Oh, it's so good, ohhhhh."
Miles' white head bobbed steadily up and down between her widely parted thighs as he sucked loudly on her juicy little clit. He really seemed to enjoy what he was doing, for he made hungry gurgling and snorting noises as he tasted her fragrant juice. He sucked her clit even farther between his lips, sucked it faster and faster.
"Ahhhhhh," Judy wailed.
The powerful orgasm took her by surprise, rocking her petite body, making her scream with pleasure and claw the fur spread. As she came Miles just went right on sucking her clit, intensifying her climax. Judy almost blacked out with pleasure. It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had.
"Ohhhh, my God," she panted when it was over, "that was beautiful, Miles. I never felt anything like that before."
Miles raised his cream-soaked face and looked at her with surprise. "How old are you, Judy?" he said.
"Twenty-five," said Judy.
"And no man ever went down on you before?" Miles said wonderingly.
"No," Judy said, "but I've only been with one man till lately, my husband. And he doesn't believe in that kind of thing."
"He's a damned fool," Miles said. "He'd better hurry up and learn, or he'll lose you."
Judy wondered if that was a possibility. She loved Joe now and didn't want to leave him, but she was getting more, and more turned on to infidelity, to the lovely things other men did to her in bed. Maybe Miles was right – Joe might have to clean up his act or lose her.
"Anyhow," Miles was saying, "forget about your husband for tonight, my dear. We're just getting started."
His white head dipped into her crotch again, and Judy moaned in horny anticipation. She'd just had a violent climax, but she was more than ready to have him eat her pussy again. As his white hair tickled her inner thighs and his hot breath fanned her slit, she sighed blissfully.
"Let's see how you like this," Miles said in an eager but muffled voice.
Judy felt his thick slick tongue exploring the plump steamy folds of her pussylips, and she squealed with delight. He might be an old man, but he sure as hell knew how to get a woman aroused. She creamed hot gobs as Miles tongued and tickled every little fold and cranny of her scarlet cuntlips.
"Ummmmm, yes, that's so nice," she sighed.
But there was something better to come. Miles' slick tongue tip began to rim the very mouth of her cunt, zipping rapidly around and around, teasing and lashing. Judy was nearly breathless with excitement. It was wicked of him to lick her there, but she loved it.
"Yes, yes, yes," she panted.
Then Miles shoved his thick wet tongue-meat right up her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," Judy screamed.
She'd never felt anything so exciting as Miles' tongue wriggling right up her box. He stuffed her with the thick tongue-meat, shoving it clear to the root in her red-hot creamy little hole. Judy wailed ecstatically, and her strong young cunt muscles gripped his tongue greedily, wanting it there forever.
"Oh, Miles," Judy wailed, "I just love it. Yes, yes, put your tongue in meeee."
Miles responded by jerking his fat tongue up and down in her boiling little box, working it just like a cock. Only it was more slippery and mobile than a cock, and Judy squealed with delight as he fucked her with it. She arched her little body up to take even more of his hot tongue-meat in her greedy little twat.
"Yes, yes, lick me," she panted. "I just love it, Miles. Oh, God, I think I'm going to come."
Miles picked up on her excitement and tongued even faster in her snug creamy box, jerking his thick tongue furiously. Judy gushed a steady load of steamy juice all over his face as she rose higher and higher toward climax. Then a dizzying orgasm shook her.
"Ahhhhhh," she cried, "Yes, I'm coming."
Miles went on tongue-fucking her hard and fast as the climax rocked her body for long delicious moments. Judy whined and moaned, clawed the bed, and nearly passed out with the stunning pleasure of having her cunt tongued. Then she collapsed, panting and gasping, and Miles eased his tongue out of her satisfied little twat.
"Oh, God, that was wonderful," Judy sighed.
"Thank you, my dear," Miles chuckled, "but that was just for openers. Rest a moment, and then I'll do something even better for you. Pussy-eating is my specialty, in case you hadn't guessed."
Judy stared wonderingly at the rosy-faced old man. He seemed to be having a ball just going down on her, getting nothing for himself. He grinned and licked his lips, lapping up her sticky hot cunt cream as if he loved the taste. It was very strange – but Judy sure as hell wasn't complaining. He could eat her all night if he wanted to.
When she caught her breath, Miles winked and dived for her pussy again. Judy moaned in happy anticipation, wondering where he'd tongue her this time. He'd already done her clit and her cunt. To her astonishment – and shock – she felt his slick hot tongue tip rimming the tight little mouth of her asshole.
"Oh, no, Miles," she gasped, "you mustn't lick me there."
Miles paid no attention to her protest. He seemed to find her pungent little brownie just as tasty as her clit and cunt. His slick tongue zipped around and around the clenched opening of her bumhole, and he gurgled and snorted hungrily. In spite of her shock, Judy felt a wicked pleasure in having her ass licked.
Then Miles popped his stiff tongue tip right into her asshole, swiftly thrusting his thick tongue clear to the root in her tight hot bung-hole. Judy gasped with shock. She was fully skewered on his slick hot tongue-meat, her brownie stuffed with it.
"Miles, no," she gasped, "that's too much. You mustn't do… Oh, oh, ohhhhh."
Miles was bum-fucking her with his tongue, working the fat slick meat furiously up and down in the tight pungent passage. All Judy's inhibitions went right out the window as she responded to the wicked pleasure of having her ass tongued. It felt fantastic, just as good as when he'd licked her cunt.
"Oh, God, yes," she shrieked, "I love it. Yes, yes, make mecome."
It wasn't long before Miles did just that. Another blinding orgasm washed over her, and for long sweet moments she writhed in ecstasy. Only when her spasms had died down did Miles finally pull his tongue out of her snug little asshole. He raised his flushed face from her crotch, looking perfectly content.
"Miles, you devil," Judy laughed, "it's been just wonderful, but can't I do anything for you?" Miles sighed loudly.
"My dear," he said, "at my age I'm not much of a stud. I come far too fast. I like to satisfy the lady first."
"I'm more than satisfied," Judy said. "What can I do for you?"
"Jack me off," Miles said almost shyly.
Without hesitation Judy reached for his little limp prick, fisted it, and began pumping. Miles flopped back on the bed with a blissful sigh. To her astonishment, his cock went hard in an instant, blossoming into a stiff thick five-inch rod. But he hadn't been kidding about how fast he came. She'd pumped his silky stiff dick less than a minute when he groaned and shot a gleaming arc of jism into the air.
"Thank you, my dear," he sighed. "Now the old man has to have his nap. Call a taxi to take you back to the club, and tell the driver to bill me."
Miles nodded off in blissful snores, and Judy dressed and returned to the club. When Rossi saw her flushed shiny cheeks and her smug little smile, he grinned and gave her an approving pat on the butt. Seeing her obvious satisfaction, he didn't need to ask questions.
"Nice old guy, that Miles, huh?" he said.
"Very nice," Judy sighed, "very nice, indeed."