'I'm not going to tell you until you offer something better than head for this priceless information.'
'What about me?' Tommy asked. 'I want something too!'
'Aw, what it is my baby wants?' she cooed.
He thought a moment. 'I don't know just yet,' he said slyly, lacing his fingers behind his head bringing his eyes to her firm tits. 'But I'm thinking on it.'
'It would have to be something special,' Bobby insisted.
'Something that would turn on all three of us,' Tommy added. 'And I want to drink some good whiskey because I don't have to be to work until one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I want to play all night!' He slipped his arm around her and said, 'Ya know Bobby, we should have Paulette put on a little show for us.'
'Good idea!' Bobby gushed, slapping his knee with approval. 'And since I am your boss, my dear,' he told her with a huge grin, 'I am going to give you tomorrow off. How does that sound?'
'What kind of show?' she asked cautiously.
Tommy snapped his fingers. 'I got it! Let's have her do what we had Judy Connors do!'
'Great idea!' Bobby boomed. 'Fantastic!'
Paulette pulled her hand from their rigid cocks and sat warily between them, staring wide-eyed from one to the other, scared and wondering what she would have to do.
'Don't worry,' Bobby soothed. 'We wouldn't ask you to do anything you haven't done a hundred times before. All you have to do is suck a dick. That's all.'
Her small smile broadened and her eyes danced happily. 'That, dear sir, I am more than willing to do!' she laughed. 'Just tell me which one and I will give you the best blow-job you have ever had!' she promised, smiling eagerly at them. Then thinking of her hot mouth wrapped around a long cock for a brief second, she added hopefully, 'Just tell me which one-or if you want I will blow both of you at once!'
'Just one,' Bobby grinned, then added slowly, 'But not one of ours.'
'What?' she asked, suddenly serious. 'What do you mean?'
'It would be fun to watch you do your thing with someone new,' Tommy said. 'I'd like to see you blow a perfect stranger.'
'What?' she asked, thinking they were kidding. 'Who?'
'What we do,' Bobby explained, 'is to test you to see if you really do give good head.'
'How-I mean-what?' she stammered.
'Relax,' Bobby told her. 'We would be watching so nothing funny happens. Besides, you would be doing something extra-special for us, not to mention the free bottle of booze.'
'What booze? What are you two talking about?'
'Judy took care of every delivery boy in Pasadena,' Tommy said easily.
'What booze? What delivery boy?!' she gushed in exasperation. 'Will you two tell me what you are up to?!'
Bobby playfully ignored her question and asked Tommy, 'What kind of booze should we get?'
'Scotch,' said seriously. 'It's always good to toast a conquest with scotch.'
'O.K.,' Bobby agreed, and turning to Paulette he added, 'Your job is to get a bottle of scotch. You have to talk the delivery boy into giving it to you for free.'
'But we have scotch here. I have two bottles!'
'Not that scotch,' Bobby scolded. 'We want free scotch!'
'Free?' She stared at him. 'You mean-'
'Yes. But if you don't think you could do it?' he challenged.
'I can do it! But that's not the point!'
'You really think you could do it?' he asked quietly, his face a somber mask of doubt.
'Of course I could!'
'Have you ever done it before?'
'No! But-'
'Then how do you know you can do it?'
'I just know I could! But I don't understand why I should!'
'Because we want you to, that's why,' Bobby said sternly. 'Besides, you haven't heard the restrictions we are going to place on you.'
'What restrictions?' she asked quickly, feeling something obdurate in her very nature accepting his open challenge.
Bobby recognized the look. 'Tommy,' he said, 'call the liquor store while I tell her, huh?'
'Will do,' he said shortly, getting the phone from the night stand and setting it comfortably on his lap.
'What restrictions?' she asked again, dubiously watching Tommy dial information.
'Just that we set a time limit of say five or ten minutes. And you have to position him so Tommy and I can grade your work.'
'Grade my work!' she said incredulously. 'I have to get a stranger to fuck me for a bottle of scotch in front of you two guys?!' She stared unbelievingly at them.
'No-no-no. You're not allowed to fuck him. We will be watching from the bathroom to see that you only give him head for the bottle. That's the last restriction, to see that you blow him even if he is willing to trust you for the bottle when you tell him you can't find any money to pay him. Ya got that?'
She didn't answer, wondering what she had gotten herself in to. She watched apprehensively as Tommy thanked the operator and dialed the liquor store at the corner, ordering a bottle of Johnnie Walker scotch to be delivered immediately. She couldn't believe she had allowed this to have gotten so far out of hand. She was sitting bewilderedly when Bobby pulled her to him and slid her down so she was level with his hard cock.
'Suck that for awhile,' he ordered. 'It will keep your mind off what is to come.'
'This is crazy!' she exclaimed, wondering desperately how to stop this thing before she found herself kneeling before some delivery boy and sucking his dick for an absurd bottle of liquor.
'I think she is scared,' Tommy said.
'I am not scared,' she said, but her heart wasn't in it. The denial sounded flat, without conviction.
'It will be good experience for you,' Bobby assured her, pulling her head to his cock and watching as his long prick disappeared between her soft lips. 'You just keep sucking that for the next five minutes or so while you think of how you are going to seduce the delivery boy into exchanging a bottle of scotch for a good old-fashioned blow- job.' He laughed loudly, watching her practiced mouth mold his hard manhood before saying, 'Besides, after the way you handled Elliot Beaumont tonight I think you should be put in for a promotion. If you handle this delivery boy right I am going to move you into the Sales Department!'
She couldn't believe her ears. This was it, she thought wildly, rolling her tongue on his hard prick with a delicious desire to please, to repay him in part for the sudden promotion. She slid the cock furiously in and out of her smooth throat, giving the best blow-joy she had ever given, swirling her tongue on the broad head, licking it, sucking it, wanting it to come magnificently for her boss, stroked it for wad after wad of glorious cum for the man making her dreams come true.
'You fantastic bitch!' Tommy muttered, pulling open her legs and plowing his tongue far into her gaping hole, lapping at her steamy cunt as he brought her hand to his hard shaft, forcing her to stroke him as her mouth bobbed beautifully on Bobby's full cock.
She whined with ecstasy as her fiery clitoris clamored with a ferocious appetite for wonderful cock, hard, slamming cock that would pound at the walls of her open and tender vagina. Her velvety tongue rode the thick cock in her mouth with poetic precision, sucking the royal member with furious strokes and wedging the bulbous tip deeper and deeper into her clinging throat as she writhed her hot cunt against Tommy's long tongue, opening her frantic slit to him with complete abandon, imagining the two rock-hard cocks forced into her, pressed full into aching pussy and tight ass at the same time. Her thrashing orgasm began like a lumbering locomotive, moving slowly along the tracks of her being until it picked up momentum and sped crashing wildly into her loins.
And just as the crescendo of her shattering climax wrenched its way through her in blinding throes of release it was interrupted by the insistent ringing of the doorbell.
'No!' she cried. 'NO! Don't stop! Please!'
But Bobby was already off the bed and saying, 'C'mon. This is the big time for you, baby. You show me you can do this right and the sky is the limit for you.' He pulled her from the bed and walked her trance-like to the
