'I don't understand all this,' she confessed, giving him a quizzical glance. 'I mean, all these files and the pictures… '
He laughed. 'Welcome to the Group for Sensual Involvement,' he said.
'Huh?'
'I run an organization dedicated to the proposition that there's nothing better than a good fuck. Unless it's a good fuck with a good blow job, foot fetish, whip fest, lesbian clit suck, or whatever attached.' He moved closer to her and saw that she was staring at a photo of a black man sticking his cock up a middle-aged white woman's ass. 'Therapy,' he explained. 'That woman, Mrs. Fenster, had a thing about black males. She still does. Only now she can indulge her hangup without risk of public embarrassment, thanks to the services offered by GSI.'
'Oh.' The girl reached into the heap of material and pulled out a picture of an elderly man fucking a St. Bernard. 'And how about this? Isn't this kind of thing pretty hard on the dog?' She frowned. 'And it's so disgusting!'
'Repulsiveness is in the eye of the beholder. And, no, it wasn't hard on the dog in that particular instance. The animal, a female, is owned by a breeder in Fort Lee, New Jersey, and she's been specially trained for sex.' He thought about it for a moment. 'Sex with humans, that is. The breeder tells me she won't get near another dog.'
'God! And this picture, this one where the blonde is eating that… that shit! Is it really something that happened here? Or-'
'It happened.'
'But why?'
'Some people like that sort of thing.'
'Do you?' she asked worriedly.
'Hell, no.'
She sighed in relief. 'Thank God.'
'If you don't mind, Tess, I'd like to keep my files confidential.'
'You mean-'
'I mean that I'm going to put that material away and that I don't want you to get into it again.'
'I'm sorry,' she said, flushing in embarrassment. 'I don't want you to think I'm a spy.'
'I don't think you're a spy. I just think my patients are entitled to a little privacy.'
'Your patients? Are you a psychiatrist?'
'No.'
'Then what are you?'
He laughed. 'A stud,' he said. 'A guru, a counselor, an advisor, an entrepreneur and a stud.'
The girl didn't say anything while Romo went to work putting the photos and file folders back where they belonged.
'Just why did you ask me to stay?' Tess asked as they finished dinner which Romo had ordered up from a steak house a few blocks away.
'Charity,' he replied. 'An innate tendency to do the right thing.'
'Come on now. You just want to fuck me, don't you?'
He laughed, but didn't reply.
'Look, I don't mind, if that's what's bothering you.'
'Nothing is bothering me, Tess.'
'I won't do anything to make it nicer for you-like I said, I'm the passive type-but I won't stop you from doing anything you want.'
'Thanks, but no thanks.'
She stared at him, open mouthed. 'You mean that you don't want… to use me?'
'I didn't say that.'
'But-'
'Sure, I'd like to fuck you, he told her. But not on those terms. I don't want to fuck you unless I think you'll enjoy it.'
'Sex isn't my thing,' she said.
'Come on. I saw you glistening when you were jerking off for the camera… And your slit looked pretty good when you were licking Edgar, too.'
She blushed. 'That's different.'
'How so?'
'I didn't feel that I was being used.'
'What do you mean? I was paying you sixty-five bucks, wasn't I? Isn't that using a girl?'
'Well, you weren't trying to make love to me.'
He sighed. 'What if I charge you six bucks to stay the night here? Will that keep you from feeling used?'
'Do you mean it?' She jumped up and disappeared into the living room, returning with her purse. She opened the handbag, got out a wallet, and removed two bills-a five and a one.
'Here you are,' she said. 'SIX bucks.'
He took it grinning. 'I didn't think you would.'
'I hate being used,' she said, laughing. She seemed relaxed now, ready to accept whatever might come.
'What are we going to do now? Make love?'
'If you like.'
'I'd like.'
They went into the bedroom together, with Romo unbuttoning his shirt on the way.
'Hey!' Romo, who was kneeling between Tess's thighs as she reclined on the bed, thought of some thing.
'Huh?'
'You're supposed to be a beaver model, right?'
'Yes. Of course.'
'Yet you said-and I remember it distinctly-you said you hadn't done anything like this before. Like what you and the rest were doing this morning, that is.'
'Well, I-'
'How can you be a model if you've never let a guy fuck you on film?'
She blushed. 'Well, I'm a model, but… ' she stopped.
'Tell me,' he insisted.
'I model mostly in figure studios. You know, where men pay so much a half-hour to take pictures of you in the nude. There isn't any sex, not really.'
'Then you've never done any hard-core work until today?'
'Just a few split beaver things. You know, close-ups of my genitals without my face showing.'
Romo laughed. 'You're sure you aren't cherry?'
She bristled. 'Look at my crotch if you're so sure I'm a virgin.'
'Maybe you lost it playing tennis.'
She suddenly giggled, and with that Romo began to finger her cunt as he took her clit in his lips and moistened its sensitive tip with his tongue.
Ah, sweet teenie! You couldn't beat an adolescent snatch; at least, that's what Romo firmly believed. There was something so firm about a sphincter that: hadn't been fucked a thousand times, something so appealing about pubic hair that hadn't been around long enough to turn thick and wiry with age. This hair was young, fresh, still mixed with a quantity of puppy down; the girl was sixteen, but she hadn't yet turned into a full-blown woman, and Romo felt like a dirty old man-a very pleased dirty old man-as he tongued her cut until she tittered happily and followed it up by sliding the tongue tip into her juicy, tight-lipped hole.
So the girl hadn't had much experience… Well, that was fine and dandy. He was willing to bet that she'd never licked a cock before doing it with Edgar, and thus it was probable that she'd never taken a good four or five inches of penis into her tasty little mouth. There was a first time for everything, however; that first time-the first time she made a stab at cocksucking, that is-would occur very shortly. With Romo providing the guidance, of course.
'Tess?' He spoke softly, between licks of her clit and crack.
'Huh?'
