whitely as he watched. He heard the visitor talking quietly to her, but the voice was just an audible blur, too indistinct to recognize or identify.
The talent agent stared curiously as Denise kept her back to him, leaning into the other room and watching what the second girl was doing. He heard a lot of rustling and what sounded like paper being handled and rumpled. Then Denise turned around, her naked breasts and hairy black triangle fully exposed to him, her head still turned to one side as she smiled and extended her hand to the invisible woman, who suddenly stepped around the corner.
'Howard,' Denise said cheerfully, 'you remember Nikki, don't you?'
Nikki Newman was totally nude as she moved around the corner and waltzed into Howard Friedman's familiar office-bedroom. The talent agent gasped as he saw her, his eyes taking in the long, curly brown hair, the round, white 36-DD breasts, the big brown nipples, lean, flat belly and long, shapely legs as a framework for her neat symmetrical triangle of smoky brown pubic hair. He shrank and jerked at the ropes involuntarily as he watched this ghost come striding out of his past.
Friedman felt a stab of fear. He had never expected to see this broad again-ever-and now here she was, along with a sidekick, while he was lying here like the biggest dumb-ass in the fucking world, trussed up tighter than a Christmas turkey! It was unbelievable, but here he was… and now he was completely at their mercy!
'Su-u-u-u-ure,' Nikki said breezily, her eyes digging into Howard's, 'Howard remembers me. Don't you, Howard?'
Friedman stared back at her in silence, not sure how to react.
'Su-u-ure,' Nikki repeated, striding to the foot of the bed and resting something out of sight on the floor, then leaning over the brassbound footboard. 'Howard remembers me. I was another one of the many people Howard fucked,' she grated, placing nasty emphasis on the word.
'Remember, Howie, baby? First you fucked me in the mouth-and came-then you fucked me in the cunt-and came-then you fucked me in the ass! Remember, Lover? The big Baja shoot with Franco Finnelli and Amanda Trafalgar? The big Baja shoot that had already been finished more than two fucking months before? And you weren't even the bastard signing it by then, you'd gone around stepping on your dick so much! Oh, yeah, sure, Howard-you remember fucking me in the ass, don't you? Probably got a bigger boot out of that than anything else-right, you slimy bastard?'
The brown-haired girl leaned over the footboard, gripping it hard with both hands, her eyes flashing at Friedman.
'But you didn't cum that time, Howard,' she continued fiercely, '… I did! I came close to blowing your fucking head off!… And then I came back from the whole goddam, sorry fucking mess-somehow-and then I came out smelling like a rose! How about that, Howard? Three cums on one ass-fuck-not bad, eh? I'll bet you never did anything like that, did you?
'And now I've got one more. I came back here tonight… with a little help from my very capable, college- graduate friend here… to show you something, you turd-chewer! This is my fourth cum, Howard… four cums out of one sorry fucking in the ass!'
Nikki bent down quickly, her heavy breasts swaying, and stood up holding a large, wide cardboard rectangle. It was plastered with a crowded montage of color photographs, all featuring Nicolle Newman as the subject. As his eyes flicked over the numerous prints, Friedman saw Nikki in a variety of different poses, different outfits, different locales. In some she was wearing ski clothes, sitting on a chair-lift or laughing in the snow on some frosty slope; in others she was at the beach, sprawling languidly among some rocks or with a multicolored ball, her big boobs spilling temptingly out of a series of scanty bathing suits. A lot of them were studio shots involving a full range of sets, poses and composition. And before he had studied them very long at all, Friedman saw the distinctive, flamboyant, subtly artistic style coming through. As he looked quickly, unbelievingly at more and more of them, it was unmistakable. It was incredible! He tried not to believe it, didn't want to believe it, but he had seen too many other examples to be mistaken… this was definitely Franco Finnelli's work!
He raised his eyes to Nikki timidly, unbelievingly, full of hundreds of unanswered questions.
The model sneered triumphantly, tossing the oversized contact sheet aside. 'I see I don't have to tell you who took them, Howie, baby,' she said flatly, and leaned forward to grip the footboard again. 'These are going to be coming out in several magazines in the very near future,' she told him coldly. 'National magazines, asshole, with all the circulation and exposure in the world! Get it, Howie? I've made it, you slimy; puking worm! I made it in spite of your rotten, backstabbing ass, just as big as I thought I could with you helping me!… You couldn't louse me up now if you pulled every sorry, nowhere little string you ever had in the business, Shithead!'
Nikki left the foot of the bed and came around on Friedman's right side, the side opposite Denise. The agent's eyes followed her closely, his nostrils flaring wide and his breathing quick and shallow.
'I knew you'd see these eventually,' she told the spread-eagled old man, 'but I just couldn't wait that long, Howard! I wanted to come in here and show them to you now, while I still had the element of surprise… ' Nikki looked over at Denise and the two friends smiled at each other. 'And speaking of surprises,' Nikki said, kneeling on the edge of the bed next to Friedman, 'we've still got one more for you, Howie, baby… '
He looked back and forth from one to the other as he felt the mattress dip on Denise's side of the bed, also. The black-haired girl crawled onto the bed on all fours, and reached out to grab his cock. It'd shrunk to the same disturbed, drooping state it had reached a few minutes before. Friedman's sexual arousal had been heavily diluted by Nikki's appearance and performance. Denise squeezed it firmly several times, wringing a stale glob of sperm from the long, dark eye. Then she began a leisurely stroking motion while Nikki's fingers caressed Friedman's hairy belly and right thigh; gently, teasingly, then gradually worked their way down and began tickling his balls.
'You're going to have a real horny party here tonight, Howie, baby,' Nikki told the talent agent huskily. 'Just the way you'd planned… ' Friedman's breath sucked in blissfully as Denise dipped her head and pulled the knob of his stiffening prick into her mouth. Nikki watched her friend's head begin to rise and fall on the shaft of the old man's rapidly lengthening pecker. Howard's arms and legs tugged against the ropes as he reacted to the quirts of pleasure flowing from Denise's mouth into his heavy pussy-splitter.
'Only, you see, Howard… ' Nikki continued, her fingernails gently raking the underside of his nut-sac, 'it's not going to be quite the way you planned… '
Friedman opened his eyes and looked up at her, loving the way her large, white tits wobbled on her chest as she played with his sperm grenades.
'What… what do you mean?' he breathed.
'I mean, Howard,' Nikki said authoritatively, 'that things are only going to go so far.'
Friedman's big, ugly penis was now standing up thick and stiff and tall as Denise's tight, wet mouth continued to slide up and down on it.
'You've been doing a lot of cumming lately, Howard,' Nikki went on. 'You came in my mouth, you came in my box-and those are just the ones that I know about. God only sees how much you've been cumming with the other poor, foolish suckers you bring in here!… And let's face it, Howard-this just isn't healthy for an old bastard like you! Too much strain on the heart… too much strain on the old bag… '
A loud, obscene slurping sound from Denise interrupted Nikki's speech. The dark-haired head was pumping up and down on Friedman's prong at a rapid, machinelike pace. The agent was grunting softly and thrusting his hips up at Denise's face in an answering rhythm.
Nikki placed her hand on Denise's bobbing head and said tersely, 'Okay, Baby.'
The dark-haired girl pulled her mouth off Friedman's cock with one long, slow, final stroke and sat back panting, her mouth smeared with saliva, her tongue flicking sensuously around her lips. Howard bleated in frustration as his horny, throbbing penis was suddenly left naked in the world, stripped of the warm, wet, clinging confines of Denise's sucking throat.
'Hey!' the old man roared in anger. 'What the hell're you doing!'
'Now you're getting the idea, Howie, baby,' Nikki told him quietly, bending down and gripping his prick at the base. She leaned forward and ran her tongue teasingly over the puckered ridges of skin on the underside of his thick shaft, just below the flared purple head. Then she trailed her tongue upward to the nozzle of the bulging helmet, lapping steadily up and over the eye, until her gaze met Howard's across the top of his rigid, up jutting prong.
'We're going to keep you on the razor's edge of blowing your wad all night, Howie… ' Nikki whispered. 'And you aren't going to cum one goddam, sonofabitching time!-Wanna bet?'
