Wiley bit his lower lip and his body spurted away, draining his balls for the second time in less, than ten minutes.
'Oh, God, baby. What a fucking blow-job. I'd like to fuck you, but I don't think I've got one left in me.' He sank back, his eyes so heavy he couldn't have opened them even if he had tried.
He felt kisses on his belly and his chest and then the body was off the bed and the door was opening and closing.
She was gone.
He didn't wonder why or how or anything. He was pleasantly tired. He fell asleep.
Trina shook him awake the following morning. 'Wake up, sleepyhead. Mom and I are fixing breakfast. You're invited.'
He sat up and stretched. 'Thanks. I'm hungry as hell.'
'I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night,' she said. 'Morn heard us talking. I had to stay put.'
'What?' He was still half asleep. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs. 'You… you didn't make it last night?'
'Well, you should know,' she laughed. 'I'll bet you're not sorry, either.'
Wiley got out of bed. He saw Trina staring at his naked body He had his usual morning hard-on.
'Beat it. I'll go down as soon as I pee. See you downstairs.'
Fifteen minutes later, he found mother and daughter already seated at the Fine's dining room table. The father wasn't there, but Wiley could hear loud snoring from another part of the apartment.
As he sat, he scrutinized Laura Fine's face. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lower lip and winked at him. He grinned, salt and peppered his eggs, and dug in. So it had been the mother who had visited him the previous night. Well, he hadn't been disappointed.
After food, he felt better able to meet the day. Able to meet Celeste. He grabbed a cab and gave the driver the address that the girl at La Belle's had given him.
The elevator took him up to the ninth floor, where he hunted for Celeste's studio. Near the end of the corridor, he found it, her name in gold on the slot near the door. CELESTE HARPER.
The door was open, so he went in.
The front room was spacious, warm, with an elaborate fake fireplace. He walked into another room and pulled up, short.
This room was bare, except for a long table laden with tubes of paint, a bottle of benzine, brushes. A woman stood in front of an easel, brush in hand.
The young girl from LaBelle's posed on a small dais in the middle of the room.
She looked different, very different, than when Wiley had seen her the, previous afternoon. She was stark naked.
Her arms were raised and her conical breasts and furry crotch were thrust forward as if she were about to receive a man. Her breasts were full with long nipples. Her belly was flat, her thighs lush, the legs supple with finely curved calves. She stayed the way she was, as though Wiley were just another piece of the furniture.
Celeste Harper looked at him with raised eyebrows. 'Yes?'
Wiley mumbled something about having a portrait painted and waiting in the other room. He backed out, feeling like an idiot.
He smoked and waited for about half an hour. At last she came out, tall and coldly beautiful, with raven black hair loose and swinging around her shoulders.
'I don't like to be disturbed while I'm working. What do you want?'
'I'm thinking about having a portrait done… of a girl.'
'I charge five hundred dollars here in the studio.'
'This girl can't come to the studio. It would have to be done from a photo.' Wiley opened the envelope he carried and withdrew an 8x10 glossy. He held the picture side toward himself.
'In that case, it would be more… perhaps a lot more. It's hard to capture someone from a photo.'
'It's a very good photo.'
'Is that it?' She held out her hand.
Instead of giving it to her, Wiley flipped it around and pushed it in front of her face.
Bingo.
If Celeste Harper would have had weak bowels, Wiley was sure she would have shit right there in her mannish slacks. Her face went stark white. Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her tits and she took two steps away from him. 'Who… who are you?'
'You're not painting me.'
'How do you know this girl?'
'Why? Do you know her?'
'No! No, I… I've never seen her before. I'm sorry, I… I can't help you. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to work. Good day.'
She hustled back into the studio room before Wiley could say or do anything to stop her. The door locked behind her. He debated breaking it down and then thought better of it.
He'd found Celeste. Now he would take his time and find the man through her.
The elevator door was just opening when the little girl ran down the hall and slipped her arm through his. 'Boy, did you get to her!'
'Why?'
'Because she kicked me out without gettin' any!'
'Huh?'
'Use your head. I'm a working girl. I make a buck any way I can. Celeste has me model for an hour or so a week, and then pays me fifty bucks. But it ain't for the modeling.'
'What's it for?'
'She's gay. She digs my pussy.'
'Oh, shit.'
'After you left she practically dived for phone. I got the name and number.'
Maybe this was it, Wiley thought. 'Give.'
'No. You give. What's it worth?'
'Fifty.'
'Boy, you want it bad. But I can't take money under false pretenses.'
'So, give it to me.'
'You're a hell of a good-looking guy. I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you in my apartment. Right after you give me fifty bucks for my pussy.'
Her name was Edie, and Wiley found out fast that she was not only a part-time hooker. She was also a part-time nymphomaniac.
They were in the bedroom of her apartment, naked. Edie was oohing and ahhing and working his swollen dick like it was the first one she'd ever seen.
'Jesus. Damn. My fucking instincts are never wrong. God, what a cock! Beautiful, beautiful big dick!'
Her wide eyes on his cock made it harder. She stood directly in front of him, and he could almost smell her need. She could see his. Putting his arms around her, his hands moved lower, cupping her fleshy buttocks.
He pulled her to him. His hands began to move slowly around and around on the cheeks of her ass. The motion caused her full, flaring hips to rotate against his body.
He looked down between their bodies, between the heaving swell of her breasts. His cock was mashed against her belly, pointing straight up, the head pressing against her navel.
His mouth found her waiting lips. They kissed slowly, passionately. His tongue wormed its heated way past gleaming teeth into her mouth. He found a tongue as eager as his when they met and licked at each other furiously. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended, they were panting heavily.
'God, let's fuck,' she crooned. 'I wanna see what that big son-of-a-bitch feels like inside me!'
Wiley kissed the tip of her right tit. It swelled to an even greater size. Slowly he moved his lips around the bobbing nipple, then brought his tongue into play.
Edie squealed in delight and her hands became a blur on his cock.
