Finnelli retreated toward the door to the bedroom, backing up slowly without turning around, his eyes fastened on the.32 in Nikki's hand. 'I wish you'd put that gun away,' he told her quaveringly.
Nikki didn't bother to answer, but crowded up close to him and forced him to back up more quickly. She half-pushed him through the door of the bedroom and then stood transfixed, her mouth open, the revolver hanging uselessly down at her side, as she took in the spectacle before her.
The bedroom's primary motif was shocking pink, on the drapes and the walls and the canopy of a huge four-poster bed. It was counter-pointed liberally by a pale, royal blue, on the skirts and sheets of the bed, on the window trim and baseboards, and on the ceiling to provide the feeling of sky that was permanently, weirdly blue. The few pieces of furniture besides the bed were white and ornately trimmed in gold and gold leaf, and the floor was covered with an immaculate, luxuriant carpet of deep, pure lambskin, as white as a sheet of new, furry snow.
And on the bed, reposing like someone from a picture suddenly come to life, was a rounded, buxom woman with the goldest, blondest hair and the biggest pair of breasts Nikki had ever seen. She was leaning back against a mound of pink and blue and gold pillows, one thigh decorously crooked in front of her snatch, her huge, white tits spilling pendulously toward them as she turned to see who was at the door.
Somehow she seemed to be the only female, or the only type of female, who could possibly fit into a scene like that. It was, indeed, like something from a photographer's fractured fantasy… Nikki had the feeling, in fact, that it was almost intended as a joke, as a parody of the ultimate in ridiculously, excessively sexy bedroom decor. It was so extreme as to actually be a turn-off, rather than the sensual visual stimulant it seemed intended to be.
And the same thing was true of the girl-she was so extreme in every respect. She wasn't just the palest, blondest thing Nikki had ever seen-she knew without the slightest need for confirmation that the hair on the blonde's cunt was as gold as the hair on her head-she also had to have the largest set of white, pink-nippled breasts that could be imagined this side of a Wisconsin cow barn! And yet, at the same time, they somehow weren't so huge as to be repulsive-they were just-large enough to be a fabulous turn-on, and Nikki was sure she had an ass and legs and pussy to match.
She was tempted to make a crack about the classic example of a French whorehouse right in your own bedroom, but somehow it was too classy, too polished for that. And French whores hardly ever looked as sharp as that broad on the bed, Nikki was willing to bet on that.
At last she heaved a great, disbelieving sigh and murmured, still looking about the room: 'This is the most amazing goddam thing I've ever seen in my life!'
'Well… ' Finnelli said weakly, 'it is kind of unusual.'
'Fran-n-ki-e-e,' the blonde squawked from the bed. 'Who is that?' It sounded to Nikki like she, too, was about half-zonked. One thing was for sure-the blonde's voice had to be her weak point!
'I guess I'm the only one here who's not pretty well blitzed,' Nikki said to Finnelli, looking him up and down once and nodding toward the bed.
'Well,' he said slowly, '… we've both had a couple of 'lids.' He made a kind of apologetic gesture with one hand.
'Yeah,' Nikki said, looking back toward the bed where the blonde was trying to focus on the unfamiliar figure standing at the door. 'Well, look, Mr. Finnelli, I'm just an undiscovered model who was supposed to have a shoot with you-I thought and didn't get it, so I thought I'd barge in here while I was in the mood and force you to look at me… You know, I thought maybe if you liked me you could use me in something else… but after seeing this,' she glanced into the bedroom again, '-and her-I guess I'd better just keep my clothes on!
She lifted the snub nose and stuffed it into her handbag, then turned to leave. 'I'm obviously interrupting something here,' she told him, 'and I'm sorry. Let me just get out of your way!'
'No, wait a minute,' he said quickly, placing a hand gently on her arm. 'As long as you're here, wouldn't you like to stay for a little while?'
'Aw, hey, man,' Nikki said, shaking her head, 'I'd like to, but there's no way I can compete with that!' She flung a hand in the direction of the bed.
'No, hey… no… wait,' the photographer said dully, holding onto her arm. 'I'm serious… you are a nice- looking girl… we'd like to have you join us for a while… Please.'
Nikki looked at him. 'Really, Mr. Finnelli. You don't have to. I put my gun away.
'Hey, Frankie, please… Frankie,' he told her, his face registering a look that said he had a good point to make, but just lacked the alertness to hammer it. Nikki waited on him. 'And speaking of that… you're definitely the first girl who broke in here at gun-point… whom I… who was invited to stay!… So I must be serious, right?'
'Well' Nikki said with a slight chuckle '… okay, if you put it like that. I guess you've twisted my arm.'
'Excellent!' Finnelli said with a dazed smile, then peeled off his fancy bed jacket with one sweeping movement and tossed it away. 'Excellent!'
Nikki was surprised, but she tried to appear nonchalant as the famous photographer stood naked before her. He had a kind of delicately sculpted body that was, at the same time, fairly solid. His chest and belly were covered by a fine mat of curly black hairs, his legs and chest were both moderately well-developed and shaped as if he had the potential for a muscular, athletic build but not the interest.
Her eyes eventually fell on his dark-skinned cock, which appeared to be semi-hard and had a gooey stain around its eye. Now Nikki was positive she had broken in on a screwing session, possibly one that was fairly well launched at the time!
'Now,' Finnelli said, extending a graceful arm toward the bed, 'you're not only the only one… only one… who's not stoned… you're the only one who's not nude!' He smiled radiantly, as if he seemed to feel this was an extremely clever remark. Nikki patted his pecker as she stepped past him, then as an afterthought he suddenly asked, 'Are you bi?'
Nikki set her purse down on a chair, shed her coat and dropped it on top of the purse, then reached down and gripped the bottom of her yellow sweater. All the while she was studying the blonde on the bed, seeming to consider how to answer. 'Well,' she said, lifting the sweater over her head to reveal her 36-DDs barely contained by a push-up bra, 'you never know till you try… Right?'
Finnelli seemed to think this, too, was unusually funny, guffawing silently while Nikki removed her skirt and sat down to wrestle with her boots. While she leaned over to unzip them, Finnelli came over next to her and unsnapped her bra, whipping it out from her dangling breasts with a clean, practiced motion. Then his hands returned to cup her breasts, gently and with great respect, lifting and exploring them lovingly, then plucking at the nipples with deft fingers.
'Oh, these are lovely,' he said huskily, and Nikki felt a spark of arousal flicker through her loins. When she stood up, his prick was already on the rise, standing up much higher in its nest of heavy black pubic hair. Finnelli's eyes took in every detail of Nikki's boob flesh, then he stroked them both gently at the sides. 'Mm, lovely,' he repeated, and then led her to-the bed.
'Tiffy, darling, look what I've brought you,' Finnelli said to the blonde. 'What was your name, dear? '
'Nicolle,' Nikki said as the blonde dropped her thigh cattily, exposing her cunt for the first time. Her pussy was covered with a thatch of fine blond hairs as neat and golden as woven flax. Her muff was so orderly it almost looked combed. She let her legs fall apart slightly, as if by accident, and Nikki's nostrils flared furiously at the sight of her delicate pink membranes showing through the fleecy blonde fur. Her vulva was a sticky, irritated mess, the huge pink clitoris bulging angrily from the top of her slit, her inner lips showing through smeared and twisted in her dried juice; and down below was the dark, gaping joy hole, its open mouth looking abused and worked over.
If this wasn't a twat that had been fucked within the last ten minutes, Nikki had never seen one!
She raised her eyes to the huge, soft breasts, the nipples still partially wrinkled and semi-hard. From the doorway Nikki had thought the blonde's nipples weren't excited because they looked so large; now, up close, she saw that even in a state of partial arousal they were larger than hers were soft. God, this broad had a lot of meat! But her belly was comparatively trim. It sloped generously downward from her titanic titties, buxom and rounded, split in the middle by the gash of her deep, dark slit-navel, plunging finally into that dense swirl of honey-colored pubic hair.
Nikki realized suddenly how heavily she was breathing. She wondered if her tongue had been hanging out.
