She couldn't stop her hand from gravitating to his crotch; she didn't even bother to try. She watched the speedometer drop from fifty five to a comfortable thirty, a pleasant crawl. When her palm brushed against his cock it was already stiff and pounding, pulsing with life through the tight silk material of his suit. He looked at her and the side of his mouth dipped into a half smile.
Toni leaned into him running her tongue into the hollow of his ear, his woodsy cologne filling her nostrils with its rich scent. She felt his body snap, his cock pound harder with the growing excitement.
'I guess we've been headed towards this for a long time Louie,' she broke down in a confessional tone.
'It feels that way Toni. We both been showing a lot of self control but… '
'But what the fuck right?' 'Right.'
Her hand was playing with his hot prick now, impatiently pawing at the thick lump hidden from sight by his trousers. She watched her own hand going to work undoing his belt buckle. He squirmed to get himself free from the confining, cramped garment. Reaching through his underpants she hit the warm flesh and dragged it upwards and outwards. Her mouth hung open as his thick cock filled her hand, juicily visible in the glow of the dashboard. She stroked him gently with her right hand while her left hand doodled through his hair and down the back of his neck.
'You want me to suck that big, beautiful thing?' she asked-a stupid question.
'Only if you want to,' he said between wet lips. She didn't give him a verbal response. When her mouth sank down onto him he thought she felt just like golden honey wrapping him up, not like a mouth at all. His eyes craned outwards from his
skull as the car tooled upwards through the mountains and then fell to the head that had settled so nicely between his legs, the mouth that worked his cock into heat between the steering wheel and his belly button.
His cock tasted of cologne too, she thought as she sucked on him, squeezing at his thighs, licking at the underside of his prick in the cramped front seat and she liked it. The image of her sucking that sailor off on the Greyhound on that trip to New York so long ago came back as his cock brushed the back of her throat. It seemed that it was always raining when she found herself in these situations. The rain therefore was an ally; the good omen that heralded the beginnings of good things. Her move to New York was a positive move, going to Tahoe with Louie looked like it was a good move. His cock in her mouth moved good, real good.
He almost drove off the road several times as she sucked him off to a boiling climax; his come thundering up through his cock like an overheated valve blowing steam. She swallowed him down lustily, chomping on his cock until it had grown soft and satisfied, until it settled down like an opiated little worm into the recess of his trousers. He couldn't believe it either. There was no 'hurry up and get it over with quick' kind of a buzz from Toni at all. She was really enjoying her work, really enjoying Louie and that made Louie enjoy it that much more.
When they pulled into the hotel in Tahoe twenty-five minutes later, both of them were so hot to jump into bed that they practically started stripping in the elevator on the way up to the room. As the door clicked shut behind them Louie pulled Toni against him and shoved his tongue into her mouth, his hands crawling over her breasts like a huge spider. His cock slammed into her own hot crotch through their clothes, nestling against her, fierce with its insistence. She didn't remember either of them peeling out of their underwear, just flopping backwards onto the bed, Louie's weight crushing down upon her.
She opened her legs for him like some outlandish sandwich spread, his cock slipping into her wet cunt with the same ease it had slipped into her mouth thirty minutes before. Once inside her, Louie became an animal. Toni reciprocated with equal energy. It was one of those fast and furious fucks; both of them shooting their loads within five short minutes-all sweating and clawing and howling as their orgasms butted head on. A little later that night they made love again, this time savoring every inch of each other, drawing it out until the last sweet drop of come was extracted from their groins.
Toni and Louie maintained a low profile on their affair. 'It's better for business,' Louie kept telling her and under the circumstances she had to agree. This clandestine atmosphere that sprung up as a result made their sex even more exciting. Louie turned out to be a demanding, extremely, horny, but ultimately gentle lover. Ton! felt like she had everything going for her.
'So I'm going to make a supreme effort to get away to see you and Louie as soon as I can, OK?' Lisa said.
'It's OK with me I'm dying to see you. I love those publicity photographs you sent up with your press kit.'
'Aren't they something else? I get 'em all hot and horny before I even open my mouth and knock out the first note. I'm getting into a modified strip when we start on our new numbers just to liven things up a bit. Keep 'em panting is what I always say.'
Lisa's star continued on the ascendant for the next year and a half with an unbroken run of success. She worked every club in the state of Nevada worth working, but for some inexplicable reason was never able to break into the major rooms-The Sands, The Stardust, The Tropicana, all the places she had gloried in as a long legged showgirl. She blamed this partly on her manager and partly on herself, varying the degree of blame to suit her mood. Then without warning, without the slightest indication why, work fell off as sharply as the knife edge of a cliff, exposing nothing but empty space.
She demonstrated a surprisingly philosophical attitude to this sudden drop in her popularity. For someone who had risen from the ranks of relative obscurity to relative stardom and was then almost overnight returned to her former status, Lisa shrugged it all off with a toss of her blonde hair and a thrust of her tits to the wind. Lisa had done a lot of growing up in a very short space of time. She also had a sizeable bank account and was very much her own person. She wasn't worried and only slightly saddened when she said goodbye to the Verandettes and her life as a cabaret celebrity. It was time-to move on. She was twenty-nine years old.
Toni's dream of a life with Louie Alfono and a continuing career as a casino manager came to an abrupt end the night she walked in on him fucking the ass off of a melon titted, raven haired hooker that worked the clubs and who should have turned her soliciting license in years ago. It was an ugly scene as such things go.
She was working late that night and sent Louie home early because of his complaints of an approaching virus. 'Really honey, just go home and take a couple of aspirin and a shot of hot whiskey and crawl into bed,' she told him with maternal concern.
He looked so bushed and whacked out and nodded his head like a sick child and said 'OK baby see y'a later.' The only catch came when Toni decided to go home early herself to check on Louie's state of health.
He had taken her advice; he gulped two aspirin and swallowed more hot whiskey than had been recommended and gone to bed-only with someone else. Louie's ass was pumping away like a road digger's drill, a pair of legs were wrapped around his waist and pumping away with him when she walked in the door. Her entire body turned stone cold and her mind iced over in a sudden, hateful freeze. She stood there with the door open behind her for several seconds unable to move. Louie and his date didn't even notice her.
'You fucking two timing bastard mother fucker you!!!' she roared once her mind had collected itself and as the reality of the scene registered. The two bodies froze on a downward thrust, no one breathed. Toni crossed the room burning rubber on the plush carpeting. A stream of invectives began to flow from her lips at an astonishing speed. She exhausted her dictionary of profanity in five, solid minutes as she verbally destroyed Louie Alfono and his ten dollar tart. Then she walked out of the apartment and out of Tahoe and the casino business forever.
A day later she was in San Francisco and a week later had decided that none of it was worth getting her bowels in an uproar over. It was time to move on. She was twenty-eight years old.
Chapter 2
Thursday
The geezer with the twelve inch cock and his teenage nymph in room five were still there when Toni flipped the viewing screen on next morning. He was asleep and she was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her face as inscrutable as the day before.
'She's a weird one,' Toni thought to herself as she brushed the sleep from the corners of her eyes. 'I wonder what's going on inside that head of hers?'
