get loose!'
Howard Friedman looked around at the soft, slender white ropes that now bound both wrists and both ankles to their respective brass bedposts. He studied the slim, layered knots that Denise had tied, and pulled at them tentatively. Yeah, there was no doubt this broad had done that crap before! He doubted seriously that these bastards would come loose.
Still, he exploded into a sudden barrage of bucks and heaves, kicking viciously and yanking with all the power in his aging arms, straining the ropes with everything he had and hoping that his goddam bed didn't break. Finally Howard collapsed back onto the mattress in exhaustion, his chest rising and falling like a bellows, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on his body. His bounds were all still intact.
He looked at Denise and suddenly felt extremely helpless. Why the fuck had he agreed to this?
'Oh, excellent, Sweetheart,' Denise told him, patting one of his large feet. 'I believe I've outdone myself this time! And now if you promise not to go away, I need to borrow your phone for a minute.'
'Phone?' Friedman croaked, his breath wheezing gustily. 'What do you need the phone for?'
But Denise was already gone, skipping gracefully out of the room and heading for the extension in the day room. Friedman frowned uncomfortably. Now why the hell would she do that? Why not just use the telephone right there on his desk, If she was just calling some horny little sidekick to come over and-oh, Christ! he thought. What if this was one of those fucking scams where she called up some thug to come over and ransack the apartment?
Oh, Jesus! He began kicking and twisting against the ropes again, in spite of himself. He knew they weren't going to give way, but he couldn't just lie there an-! In a few seconds he stopped, his whole body aching with muscle fatigue. Oh-Ho, Jesus, he was too old for this! He lay panting helplessly, his body bathed in sweat, his hard-on starting to quickly deflate.
God… damn! the talent agent thought petulantly. Why had he let this silly, little whore talk him into this? Jesus H. Christ! His mind began racing, trying to think just what he had in the apartment that was worth stealing. He didn't keep much in the way of cash or valuables-jewelry, stocks, shit like that. He wasn't a jewelry freak, and things like negotiable securities were either with his broker or in the safety deposit box at the bank. But of course, Christ-if she was working with some goddam nigger, there was all kinds of crap in here that could be pawned. A literal shitload of it! The main problem, though, would be how they were going to get a big pile of crap like that out past the lobby security guard!
And suddenly, thinking that, Howard relaxed measurably. Oh-h-h-h, Christ, he was really getting old! What was wrong with him? He now realized that they had an even bigger problem than that-how the hell were they going to get some scummy-looking nigger up here in the first place? Every visitor that the guards didn't know had to be personally cleared by the tenant of the apartment, that was building policy! And she might have him tied up, but, by God-!
Denise came back into the room, a small smile playing at her lips.
'Who did you call?' Friedman demanded roughly. 'What the hell is going on here?'
'Relax, Howard,' Denise said. 'We're just going to have a three-way party, that's all.'
'Yeah? Well, why didn't you say something about it before?'
'Ohh-h-h, Howard,' Denise cried in disappointment, a huge pout coming over her face. 'You're losing interest in me…!'
She was staring sadly at the huge droop in Friedman's ferocious hard-on. His big cock was now turgid only near the base, and the top four or five inches were slumping back toward the bed, the deflating crown looking like a small, leaky purple balloon.
Friedman glanced down at himself briefly, then said, 'Oh, bull-shit! I wanna know who you called!'
'It's an old friend of yours, Howard, to tell you the truth,' Denise said, rummaging through her spacious handbag. 'Thought the two of you might like to see each other again.'
'Old friend?' Friedman repeated, his eyes narrowing. '… Who?'
'Oh, Howard… '
'Well, male or female?' the agent demanded.
'Oh, now, Howard,' the girl said, pulling something wispy out of her bag and twisting it tightly around her hand as she approached the bed. '… you're going to spoil the whole surprise… '
'Aw, surprise, my ass!' Friedman snapped, then paused as he noticed the article in her hand. '… What the hell is that?'
'Oh, it's just a little hard-on helper,' Denise replied, unfurling a long, flesh-colored nylon stocking and whipping it gently back and forth.
Howard Friedman watched as the young, blackhaired hooker advanced and began trailing the soft, delicate fabric back and forth across his sagging stalk, making small, cooing sounds in her throat. It brought a swift reaction as the talent agent's tender, sensitive cock skin responded to the light, tantalizing stimulation. Blood began pounding through the drooping dong once again, and the softened head swelled and started climbing back toward the ceiling.
When Denise saw the old man's big, ugly pecker start to stiffen and rise again, she shortened up the tail of the stocking and began lashing it quickly back and forth across the hardening shaft. Friedman groaned and lay back, closing his eyes, his breath still whooshing noisily, his body responding in spite of itself to the soft,' teasing stimulation of his fuck-flesh. He felt the energy throbbing back into this thickening prick, and he decided what the hell-maybe he'd been worry for nothing. Maybe the broad wasn't trying to set him up for a ripoff, after all.
'Does that feel good, Baby?' Denise purred at him.
'You know it does, bitch!' Friedman gasped, his hips beginning to wriggle under the cool, gauzy assault of the wispy nylon. 'But you'd better telling me who's coming… augh!… coming over or else you'll have a hell of a time getting them in here!'
'Oh, yeah?' Denise asked throatily, working the nylon down to the base of Friedman's nearly erect cock with both hands, sawing it briskly back and forth, then suddenly looping the fabric and taking several quick turns around the upstanding staff. She pulled briefly and sharply at both ends, letting Howard feel the squeeze on his unprotected meat, then did it again, even harder.
Friedman gasped, his hips shrinking against the mattress in response to the bolt of pain in his rod.
'See?' she said gently. 'I have the feeling that I could probably persuade you, Howard… but I don't see why we have to be nasty.' She returned to a gentle sawing action on his turgid flesh. 'So I'll tell you… our visitor is another girl. She's about a year younger than I am… '
'Who is it?' Friedman asked.
'No-ope,' Denise said, shaking her head 'I'm not going to tell you… But she's got a lot sexier body than I do.'
Friedman looked at her. 'Where do I know her from? Is she in the-'
The intercom buzzer snored loudly and rudely beside the bed. Denise hopped to her feet and pushed the button for Howard.
'Yeah?' he croaked, staring at the ceiling.
'Sorry to bother you, Mr. Friedman,' a metallic male voice said; 'but there's another young lady down here to see you.'
'What's the name?'
'Uh… Denise Temple, Mr. Friedman.'
'Oh, Denise Temple, my ass!' Friedman growled,' snatching at his bonds. 'Did you check her I.D., Bert?'
Friedman felt Denise's long, sharp nails biting Into his scrotum. 'Ooh! Hey-that's okay, Bert! Forget it… send her on up!'
'Yes, sir.'
'Now, see, that was foolish, Howard,' Denise scolded, leaning forward to inspect the tender skin of his balls. 'You got yourself a couple of scratch marks here for nothing…!'
'Shortly thereafter, the doorbell chimed and Denise called brightly, 'It's op-pen-n-n-n-n!' Friedman gave her a sharp look; he hadn't realized the little bitch had taken his security off when she went to make the phone call!
He heard the door open and close, heard the other woman come in and move around, taking off her coat and making some other noises. Denise leaned around the doorsill and called a greeting, her naked ass flashing
