In the taxi on the way to the restaurant he did most o? the talking. It always took Toni awhile to unwind from her act, for her body to readjust itself. She felt spaced without being exhausted and enjoyed the sensation completely.
'Back home in Texas the girls don't dance like you were dancing back there at the, what's that place called?'
'The Tampa Lounge.'
'Yeah, well they sure don't. Does everyone in New York do it like that?'
'No I'm special.'
Edgar Lewis found out how special Toni was after a good meal, a bottle of champagne and several brandies when she invited him back to her apartment for a nightcap. The heady combination of sex and money spurred Toni to say in her most business like voice laced with just the right amount of lust, 'My fee's one hundred dollars.'
Without taking his eyes from hers he reached into his pocket and extracted a thick wad of bills and peeled off two one hundred dollar bills with a flourish and held them high above her head for a moment and then let his hand drop before pressing them into her palm. When she reached down to grab his crotch he saw the look of surprise at what she found lying there. 'You think you can handle that Toni?' he asked with a big shit eating grin on his face.
'For what you're paying baby, I had better don't you think?' He didn't bother answering.
Toni jumped out of her clothes before easing him out of his. He was particular and insisted on hanging his shirt, jacket and trousers on the back of a chair before they got down to business. He tucked his socks into his shoes like he had all the time in the world and nowhere else to go but straight on top of Toni. She could see a gigantic bulge straining under his jockey shorts and her skin wrinkled in anticipation of what was to follow. Tonight she felt like fucking rather than sucking but she figured she should do a little of the latter as a prelude to the former.
When he dropped his drawers Toni gasped at the size of his cock; her mouth popping open as her hands fumbled at her clothes. He helped her undress and he did it very softly too; not rushing a thing, stroking her hair and pecking at the corners of her ears, his tongue lapping at the line of her neck.
'He must be ten inches,' she thought as she reached down and squeezed at his fat cock. It filled her hand like a huge cucumber. She could feel it burning and throbbing like the heartbeat of some wild beast.
'I gotta warn you Toni I'm real full and very trigger happy right now so take it easy.'
He let out a pocket of air as though he were being deflated when she, slid her mouth around his cock. For as big as he was, the sides of Toni's mouth hardly touched the velvet smooth skin of his prick as she breathed wetly up and down on him; he had to look down at her to remind himself that it was a mouth wrapped around his cock; so sensational a vibration was being sent through his groin. When she finally clamped down on him and started sucking on his banger every fiber in his body began to twitch.
Toni got down on all fours and started twirling her body slowly around with his cock still in her mouth and proceeded to brush her crotch against his mouth but before he could respond she was already moving on like an over wound clock going at thirty miles an hour. She felt like a warm vacuum cleaner pulling at his cock with a lot of heavy lubricant to make it that much nicer.
'Ooo Wee!' he hollered as Toni attempted to stuff all of him down her throat.
Duane Sholes hadn't been shooting the shit when he talked about the mouth that had launched a thousand ships back in New York City. He was like the little boy who always cried wolf; every time he came back from one of his business trips he told the boys about his latest sexual encounter, what this one and that one had done, what she looked like and smelled like and tasted like. How he'd had it with the most beautiful call girls outside of the sovereign state of Texas and just this side of heaven. It was all part of their fraternity and no one much believed anyone else but they were always eager to swap anecdotes and addresses with the casual air of men exchanging the names of tailors.
He tried with everything he had to keep from coming, but it was no use. Toni had just gotten too carried away for her own good and he was just too hot to hold his load. The furnace of his prick boiled over and into the space between Toni's cheeks like hot jelly. He was too much even for her. She sputtered and gagged in at attempt to swallow him whole. The thick strands of come backed out her mouth and down his cock like an overflowing drain.
They had a drink and watched some television for half an hour before he got hard again, Toni sucked his cock until it was good and hard and then sat on it almost to the hilt. She had to raise herself off the mattress with her knees because the last two inches of him just wouldn't fit in. In a recreation of her stage act she top fucked him until he thought his prick was about to snap in half. It wasn't; he was just having an orgasm inside the nicest, tightest hot little cunt he had banged in at least a week.
'You know what I like the most?' he asked Toni afterwards as they lay there smoking cigarettes and watching the late news.
'What's that?' Toni asked without very much interest.
'A twosome.'
'Huh?'
'You know screwing two girls at the same time and watching them making it with each other!'
'Yeah, well so… '
'So do you think you could arrange it?'
'You mean you want me and another girl to do it with you?' 'That's what I'm saying. How about it?'
She had never thought about it before but it was a thought that suddenly sounded vaguely interesting.
'I'll make it worth your while,' he was pushing harder now, almost in desperation. 'I've never done it like that… '
'So now's the change.'
'When are you free?' Toni asked.
'Tomorrow afternoon.'
Toni knew a hard, bleached blonde little number named Tina who stripped at the three dollar burlesque houses and who had tried to make her several times without any luck. Toni had said 'no' in a way that sounded like she would think about it. She had. Tina was the same size as Toni and had a very beautiful body but everything else about her reeked of too many bad nights and lousy days. She looked cheap and talked tough and Toni was sure she'd be dynamite in bed.
Tina had one of those acts composed entirely of anal thrust and vaginal squats that drove the creeps bananas because it was done with such a vengeance, such a hatred for men, that it was a total turn on. She mocked them with every roll of her hips; she attached the musical accompaniment with a passion that spoke of a lifetime of disappointments and the promise of an even darker dawn, Toni's body was athletic but feminine while Tina's looked like it had been hewn from some perfect but frigid stone.
She knew where Tina was working that week and went down to see her and after she got off Toni explained what was needed and without having to think about it Tina shook her head and smiled showing teeth that were edging dangerously close to badness. Toni was sure she was on junk and that she had a pair of silicone tits. When she asked her as she was. getting dressed Tina laughed like glass shattering and said no. She stepped up to Toni and asked her to feel them.
'I hope you don't mind me asking,' Toni said, cupping them in her hand and squeezing lightly. They felt cold but real.
'Mind? I don't mind. I'm happy you asked. You like them?'
'Yes they're very beautiful, just like you,' she said describing the outer shell but making no reference to the thing that lurked like a dark shadow behind an ominous door ready to spring out at any moment.
'When are you on again?'
'An hour,' she said slipping into a skin tight sweater. 'Good. Let's go for a drink.'
Tina held her hand under the table and sipped her gin and ginger ale. Her eyes burrowed into Toni's with a metallic glint that scared her a bit She guessed her to be twenty-four, twenty-five at the most but she didn't look it. Her face had caught and held disturbing things. She noticed how cracked and transparent the skin seemed. It was a lot older than her body and her over bleached hair was dried and lifeless, a worn frame on an over painted canvas.
'Where do you live Tina?' she asked looking down at her drink, trying to break the look in her eyes, to divert
