Kalola awoke to a sense of well being. The raucous chatter of Myna birds had awakened her. From a distance came the sound of a riveting gun, indicating that another high-rise apartment was being erected. These were the sounds of Waikiki, and she smiled with contentment at this proof that she was home.
She considered her situation and decided it could easily be worse. It was true that, after paying one month's rent in advance, plus a cleaning deposit and a light and gas deposit, they were nearly broke. They had a month in which to raise more rent money, and when the time came that three pretty girls couldn't make out well enough to eat regularly, then Waikiki would really have changed.
She thought about her newly acquired friends and decided that they were plenty maikai… even if they were white and from the mainland. In her present, expansive mood, she was quite willing to forgive Ellen for goofing off with a bunch of surfers and forgetting her date with Mike Fuda. Still, there was the fact that something must be done about the state of their finances. She wrinkled her forehead and concentrated on the problem.
"Hey!" she exclaimed at last, "I betcha I know!" She threw back the sheet that had covered her, scrambled out of bed, her naked brown body gleaming in the soft light of morning, and ran to the other room where Lynn and Ellen slept. She found Lynn nude and sleeping on top of the bedspread, and she paused a moment to admire the white beauty of the redhead's seductively formed limbs and perfectly shaped breasts. "Yep," she said half-aloud, "she's just the one to pull it off. Lynn! Hey, Lynn, wake up!"
The red-haired girl stirred and opened her eyes.
"I gotta great idea," Kalola said excitedly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just remembered about Tony Nunez. He's a Portuguese guy who owns a big hotel out Pearl City way. He's got a big thing for white chicks with red hair. Any redhead can go ask him for a job and he puts her to work, no matter how dumb she is. Then, if she won't sleep with him, he fires her and hires another. They say he's got a Jap wife who gave him five kids and then crossed her legs when she caught him screwing one of the hotel maids. Come on, get dressed and we'll go to Pearl City. When you get him all set up, you bring him here and we take pictures… like we were gonna do with Mike and Ellen. How about it?"
Lynn raised an arm to look at her wrist watch, then turned sleepy, green eyes on Kalola. "At nine o'clock in the morning?"
"Sure," Kalola agreed heartily. "Like you guys on the mainland say: 'early worms are for the birds'. Come on, get up."
Lynn groaned and arose.
It took them two hours to dress, have coffee and ride to Pearl City on a bus that detoured leisurely down Hotel Street and the Kalihi District. The "big" hotel referred to by Kalola when she first mentioned its owner, Anthony Nunez, turned out to be a rather disreputable, third-rate establishment, but Lynn was not unduly discouraged. She had already been in Honolulu long enough to realize that rent being what it was, owning any hotel could be considered tantamount to owning a gold mine.
They crossed the faded carpet of the lobby to the desk where a fat Hawaiian woman, dark as any African, regarded their approach with silent suspicion. She admitted, although reluctantly, that Mr. Nunez was in his office.
"If you're looking for a job," she told Lynn with open animosity, "don't worry about it. He'll hire you, all right. You'll be the third one with red hair he's hired this month. I hope you remembered to bring your diaphragm."
"How sweet of you to remind me!" Lynn replied. "I suppose that was what you hotel girls used back in your day. Well, it's the Pill now, deary. But, of course, you wouldn't know about that."
Kalola giggled as they turned away from the desk. "Gosh, Lynn!" she whispered admiringly, "I'm going to learn a lot from you about being bitchy. This is the office. I'll wait down the street in the coffee shop. Good luck."
Lynn's knock was answered by a gruff "Come," and she opened the door to face the biggest, blackest man she had ever seen. That he was Portuguese she had no doubt. It showed in his classical features, his curly, black hair, and a certain Latin air, yet it was equally obvious that several other racial strains, all of them very dark, mingled liberally with the European blood line. She introduced herself timidly, overawed by his impressive bulk.
"I suppose you heard I hire redheads?" It was a question.
Lynn blushed. "Yes."
Nunez chewed thoughtfully on the dead cigar that jutted from a corner of his mouth. "And you figured you'd get next to me and then find a way of taking me." It was not a question. "Don't lie about it. They all got the same idea. You know what happens to them… those others who try that?" He laughed. "I give them jobs, fuck 'em and then fire 'em. If you want to play that game with me, it's okay. I'd like to fuck you, but don't get the idea you can make a sucker out of me. I'm too smart for you. Well, what do you say?"
Lynn didn't know what to say. She reasoned that she ought to be getting mad at him, but she wasn't. Kalola's scheme would have to be abandoned, that was certain, but what would she do right now? And yet she was reluctant to leave. Nunez was standing beside his desk, and she could not avoid noticing the growing bulge in the front of his pants. She wondered what it would be like to have his great bulk on top of her, and the thought brought an involuntary pelvic reaction that made her hips squirm.
"I won't deny that I had something like that in mind," she told him, "but I know when I'm beat. I'm broke and I need a job. I'd like to work for you."
He laughed, the booming sound of it filling the small office. "By God, you're all right!" he cried. "Okay, you got the job. You want to start tonight?"
"Oh, is it night work?"
He laughed again. "You better believe it." He handed her a key. "That's to Number Fourteen," he said, "on the top floor. Be there tonight at eight. Have your clothes off and your legs spread. I don't like to waste time. What's the matter? You think I was hiring you to scrub floors or something?"
"Nooo," Lynn admitted. "It's just that I'm not used to…"
"You'll get used to it," he interrupted. "Come here."
She took the two steps that brought her within his reach.
He didn't take her in his arms. Instead, he slowly and deliberately reached down for her skirt and drew it up around her waist, cocking his head on one side to study her exposed, lower body. "Yeah, that's what I like," he said with evident satisfaction, "good legs and hips. Turn around." He patted her on the fanny. "Nice ass, too. If I wasn't busy, I'd take you upstairs right now. Look here at this. You think you can take that much meat, huh?"
Lynn turned around to see that he had unzipped his fly and exposed the longest, blackest, biggest prick she had ever even heard of. It arched stiffly up, its circumcised head flat and broad, the shaft seeming to her as big as a beer bottle. She gasped at sight of it, her sharp intake of breath as much from surprise and interest as from dismay. She didn't want to touch it, but she couldn't help herself. Her hand stole timidly to the massive organ and cradled it gently, the slender, white fingers contrasting vividly with the velvety black flesh. She felt its warmth and the pulsing life in it and her crotch ached with sudden longing.
"I can try. A girl friend of mine is waiting, but she wouldn't mind an hour or so if you…"
"Sorry," Tony Nunez said. "Like I told you, I got business to take care of. You be here tonight. I'm a three-night-a-week man and I'll pay you a hundred bucks a week. Okay?"
Lynn nodded and reluctantly surrendered her grip on the ponderous penis. She accepted an advance and went out of the hotel in a kind of dreamy daze.
"I got the job," she told Kalola, "but we can't expect to do anything with him for a while. It will take a long time to gain his confidence… I think." She had no intention of telling Kalola the truth, which was that at the moment she could think of nothing except that massive, masculine body crushing her and that pachydermous prick plunging into her throbbing cunt. What the hell! On a hundred a week they could pay the rent and even eat a little, despite the prices she had seen in the windows of grocery stores along Kalakalua Avenue.
She took extra care with her bathing and grooming that evening, although she judged from Nunez' brusque, businesslike attitude that he would hardly be the type to notice. From her small wardrobe, she selected a mint-green dress that complemented her eyes and hair and clung with revealing sheerness to her figure. She had trouble doing her fingernails. She was trembling and she realized that it was from eagerness and anxiety.
Lynn was at the hotel at precisely eight. The night-shift desk clerk was a Hawaiian as fat as the woman who had been there that morning. He leered at her as she started up the stairs and called her over to the desk. "You the boss' new redhead, hunh?" he inquired, licking his thick lips and grinning knowingly. "You some doll. Maybeso when Tony get tired of you, you come see Buster," he said. "That's me, Buster Kahane."
Lynn smiled at him. "Maybeso, Buster," she said and went on up the stairs. She found the room surprisingly neat and well furnished. Contrary Tony's instructions, she did not undress, but she did kick off her heels and make herself comfortable on the bed, arranging the dress as though it had fallen carelessly around her hips to reveal the length of her bare legs. She wanted her undraped, lower body to be the first thing he would see when he came in. She was aware that the nylon crotch of her panties was soaking wet with the musk-scented body fluids that had been draining from her all day, for there had been no moment of that time when she had been free of the mental image of Tony Nunez. She was so hot that she felt all she would have to do was barely touch her clitoris with the tip of one finger to make herself go into a violent orgasm. It was a temptation to do so, and she wished he would hurry.
The door opened and he entered. He was wearing white trousers and a blue Aloha shirt. For all his weight, he walked as lightly and gracefully as a dancer across the room, the lust already lighting his face as he eyed her lovely, open thighs.
"You're some piece of stuff," he declared. "I've had some good-looking chicks, but damned if I don't think you top them all. If you can fuck as good as you look, I might keep you around quite a while." He stripped out of his pants, shirt and shorts, and she saw that he was not at all as fat as she had imagined. His body was overlaid with smooth bands of muscle under the satiny sheen of his nearly black skin. His dangling cock was already half-hard as he sat beside her on the bed and leaned over her to kiss her on the mouth.
Lynn had expected brutality, or at least a casual sort of roughness. She was amazed at the gentle touch of his lips on hers and the soft, light flow of his hand as it explored the contours of her thighs. "I'll get undressed for you," she whispered, her voice strained from growing passion.
"No hurry," he murmured. "I'll get your clothes off a little at a time. More fun that way." He disrobed her as he petted her, making a slow ceremony of removing each garment, and he studied the revealed flesh as though each part of her was a new miracle more wondrous to behold than what had been bared before. He toyed with each of her breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples into erection, before he bent his head to honor them with his wet, sucking kisses. When she was at last nude, her clothes a heap on the floor, he made a production out of covering her entire body, from forehead to toes, with tender, provocative kisses, neglecting neither the bubbling well that was her pussy nor the quivering, brown mouth of her anus. While he thus paid tribute to her beauty, her hands were eagerly stroking his cock and carefully fondling his scrotum.
"Oh, my God!" she cried, her voice nearly a thin scream of agony. "Fuck me now, Tony, honey! I can't stand more of this."
"Patience," he cautioned her. "Make it last. It's better that way." He continued to pet her and kiss her. Then, when he was ready, he warned her that he was big for her and that it might hurt.
"I don't give a damn!" she sobbed. "Just do it."
"Okay." He mounted her and began working his cock into her as carefully as possible. He had been right. It did hurt. From the moment the head of it entered her, the pain began and it grew steadily worse. It felt to Lynn as though someone was driving an iron post into her crotch, splitting her body inch by inch. Strangely, however, the pain did not diminish her passion.
"You going to be able to take it?" he grunted.
"Yes! Yes! Give me all of it, Tony. I want it all, I don't care if it kills me!"
He shoved it home, and the pain immediately subsided. There was left only the marvelous sensation of being filled, of being complete. When he began gently to rotate it and work it in and out, she felt every part of its surface in contact with the walls of her vagina. She clenched her legs around his huge thighs and surged upward with her hips, wanting even more. She impulsively set her mouth on his and ran her tongue between his lips.
The erotic kiss seemed to inspire him. He increased the tempo of his plunging prick and Lynn began to come. She sensed that she was approaching a climax of far greater power than any she had yet experienced, and the impending force of it frightened her, as though she expected her body to be consumed in the blazing inferno of her own lust, or her mind to snap from the tension of her tortured nerves. Yet it was irresistible, surging up from her loins like a great wave intent on sweeping all before it. She surrendered to the will-crushing might of the sensation and let her sanity and her humanity fall away like a burden too heavy to carry. She became all animal, a thing of primitive and unrestrained lusts. She was a body, tortured beyond all endurance and responding with naked savagery. She was a rasped nerve that cried for relief, a writhing, twisting, inhuman thing that was all feeling. In the throes of her madness, she bit and scratched the smooth, dark skin of her lover. She screamed like a wounded tigress when her orgasm finally came.
Before it was over, she felt the hot blast of his sperm deluging her inner body. The combined efforts of their frantically and spasmodically jerking muscles flung them around on the bed as though they were having a mutual convulsion.
Tony continued to fuck his own jism back into her until their frenzy of lust began to fade. His motions slowed until he lay quiet but for an occasional twitch of his buttocks.
After several minutes had passed, he raised his head to gaze down at her with dark, sleepy eyes still filmed with the shadow of his dying lust. "You did it," he murmured. "You sure as hell did it! Now you know why I never kept any of the others around very long – they couldn't take it. You're the first woman I ever got it all into, and the first one who ever gave me a decent hump. I'd marry you, if I could get rid of my wife. She won't divorce me, and if I boot her ass out, some of her relatives would get me for sure. I'm a strong man, maybe one of the strongest in the world, but I'm not bulletproof. She's got a brother who is a bagman for the Syndicate here, so you can figure how long I'd last."
"Don't take any chances like that," Lynn whispered. "I don't want to lose you. We'll just be lovers. Maybe someday something may happen to her."
"All right," he agreed. "I'm sorry I treated you so rough in the office this morning. I love you, Lynn."
She kissed him warmly. "I love you, too. You weren't really rough. You're the gentlest man I've ever known. After we've rested awhile, will you make love to me again? Can we stay here all night?"
"No. I'm sorry. If I'm not home by midnight, the little bitch raises hell and threatens to turn her brothers loose on me. You can sleep here if you want. I don't think I should screw you again, honey. Your pussy needs a rest after having me in it. But I want to suck you off. Do you like having your cunt licked?"
"I'd love it!" Lynn replied with enthusiasm. "I'll suck you, too – if I can open my mouth wide enough to take it. I wanted so much to suck it this morning when I had my hands on it. I'd have done it right then, gone down on my knees and sucked it, if you'd let me."
He shook his head. "I'm stupid. I wasn't that busy."
They lay side by side, kissing and caressing each other with hands and lips that grew steadily more avid. Lynn returned the compliment he had paid her earlier by making the grand tour of his body with her mouth and tongue, just as he had done to her. When she came again to his crotch, she gave herself the pleasure of kissing and licking at his asshole, his balls and the shaft of his cock. It was now erect and throbbing to the tune of his increasing fervor, a dribble of whitish fluid oozing from the slit. She licked it clean, then opened her mouth to its widest. She found that the head and only an inch of the shaft was all she could accommodate without choking. She licked and sucked greedily while her fingers played with the rubbery flesh and hair of his asshole. He pulled her hips closer to his face and, parting her thighs, thrust his tongue into the opening of her vagina. His tongue was large, long and very strong. It was almost like being fucked, she thought happily, but she was not disappointed when he shifted his attention to the small lump of her clitoris, agitating the sensitive gland expertly. She knew she was discharging heavily again, for the room was redolent with the fragrance of her musk, and she heard him gulp repeatedly as he swallowed mouthfuls of her body fluids.
She marveled at herself. Until her brother-in-law had taught her this, she had never thought she would want to become a cocksucker. Now she knew she was hooked, completely addicted to the erotic art. She loved Tony and would marry him if ever he gained his freedom from his Japanese wife. But she doubted if she would be true to him when there were so many cocks to be sucked in the world. She had loved her husband, too, but had not been able to resist the temptation to play with another man's cock at a dance. When she thought of all the fun she could have had in high school, she wished she had learned the trick earlier in life.
Tony's clever tongue was driving her closer and closer to the point of orgasm, so she redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded by feeling his muscles tighten and his bodily tension increase. Just as the first throb shook his prick, her own climax came about; then she was coming wildly as she jerked her hips in short, frenzied strokes to rub her cunt over her lover's face, yet not quite losing the contact of his tongue on her clitoris.
His hips shuddered convulsively as his pulsing prick began to shoot gobs of cum into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked and swallowed with all her might, loving the taste of him and as fiercely joyful that she had made him come as at the wonderful sensations that emanated from her clitoris.
Their mutual orgasm was somewhat more restrained than it had been the first time but, in compensation, was even richer in feeling and more prolonged. When it was over, they were finally and completely exhausted.
Tony left just before midnight, but Lynn was so sleepy she was hardly aware when he went. She had been sleeping soundly for several hours when she awoke because someone was sitting beside her on the bed and had the sheet pulled down. A soft hand was fondling her breast.
"Don't get scared. It only me, Buster Kahane," a voice whispered. "I got hot nuts fo' you, baby, but I think mo' bettah I wait 'til boss gone home long time. You give me fuck now, hunh?"
Lynn opened her eyes to see the fat desk clerk looming over her, his hands busy with her body. "Sorry, Buster," she said, "but you'd have a hell of a hard act to follow. What do you think you could do for a girl who'd just been made love to by a man like Tony Nunez?"
Buster sighed. "Yeh, all wahine say same thing. I no bigshot lover like the boss, but I got damn good prick. Whassa matta nobody want my prick, hunh?" He had pulled the sheet farther down and now had two fingers in her pussy. With his free hand he unbuckled his trousers and let his cock stand up. "Whassa matta my prick?" he repeated plaintively.
Lynn eyed the fat, smooth organ in the dim light and felt the saliva begin to run in her mouth. She licked her lips.
"Not a damn thing wrong with it, Buster," she said. "You just slide over this way so I can get it in my mouth… and don't stop finger-fucking me. I love it."