Jake savored the softness of Starlyn's heavy black hair between his legs. Her tresses caressed his buttocks, his heavy testicles, and the underside of his cock.
Starlyn moved her head slowly back and forth, stroking his sensitive areas with her raven hair. Then she threw back her head, stuck out her tongue and trailed it under his balls between his legs. She slid her hands between his legs and clasped his buttocks, massaging them as she rubbed her face against his balls.
'Eat his ass,' said Catch. 'Go on, Jake. Turn around. She'll do it.' Jake swung around so that his buttocks were against her face.
Starlyn chewed lightly on the fine hair which covered the cheeks of his ass.
'Bend over,' Catch said, and pushed Jake on the back.
He braced his hands on the floor. She trailed her tongue down between his muscular buttocks. She pulled his cheeks apart, buried her face between them and pressed her lips against the soft opening of his ass, kissing it noisily. She ran her tongue around it before spearing it inside.
Catch watched her work and groaned with excitement.
Starlyn reached her hand through Jake's legs and jerked on his cock, using the same rhythm with which she was sucking his ass.
The blood rushed to Jake's head and he felt like he was going to pass out. Just in time, Starlyn asked him to stand up and turn around again. His thighs and calves ached. She put her finger where her tongue had been and coated his cock with saliva. Using her hand, she jerked on it.
'I'm commmming!' Jake shouted. His thick white load shot out of the head of his cock. The first spurt landed on Starlyn's cheek. She opened her mouth. Two more jets of come found their way into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his climaxing cock and sucked on it as she fucked his ass with her finger.
The image of Starlyn's face disappeared and Jake was left with a handful of come. He shook his head and realized that he was still in the bushes and not inside. He dug into his pocket for a handkerchief, wiped off his hand and his cock, then he looked back into the window of the bar.
Jake sighed, sorry that his fantasy hadn't been reality. But still, it had been good. He watched for a little while longer, then got bored and sauntered down the gravel path to check the grounds.
The table began shaking and the entire bar was filled with Starlyn's cries of pleasure. Catch was plummeting his cock in and out of her slippery hole with the speed of lightning. Starlyn's dark hair swung from side to side as Catch worked her into orgasm. She squealed so loud that he half expected the glasses on the bar to shatter. While she was still at her peak he concentrated and let himself go. His climax rushed into her flushing vagina, filling it and overflowing.
When he was at last expended, he carefully lowered her to the floor. His soft cock slid out of her cunt.
'Jesus, that was hard on my thighs.'
'Not the most comfortable way to have sex, Catch, but by far the most satisfying I've had in a long time.'
'A long time?'
'A long, long time.'
Starlyn excused herself to go to the rest room and Catch did a full turn as he looked around the bar.
'Well, I guess that's the way to christen the place!'
CHAPTER NINE
Two days later Starlyn met with Catch and the poor gentleman who owned the Land Development Corporation and showed them her sketches for the new design of the Bayou Country Club. Accompanying the sketches were swatches of fabrics and other samples.
Starlyn and Catch had met earlier and the cost of renovating each room had been approximated.
'My God, these are good,' said Kelly to the young decorator.
'Thank you, Mr. Kelly. I think they're going to be very appealing to a younger group.'
'I particularly like this, gentlemen,' said Catch, thrusting a sketch of the bar across the conference table. Starlyn had redesigned the bar along the lines of the set of Rick's bar for the movie 'Casablanca.' The walls were white stucco. Ceiling fans would turn slowly.
Palm trees and shutters completed the look, along with black and white tiles on the bar and the dancing floors. In one corner she depicted a white Baby Grand piano.
'That piano is going to be an expensive item,' remarked the ever-pessimistic Corson.
'Not really,' explained Starlyn. 'The piano is there, it's in fairly good shape.'
'Of course it is,' exclaimed Keefe. 'It hasn't been played in years.'
'And I have a friend who is an expert at refinishing things and he'll…'
'I know,' said Corson, 'do it for a song.'
'Wrong,' laughed Starlyn. 'A chorus of eight bars is enough.'
The dance floor was separated from the bar by glass partitions which would help keep down the noise. On the glass an art deco leaf-like motif was indicated.
'You see,' explained Starlyn, 'nothing much has to be done to the dance floor with the exception of tiling it and getting some lighting effects and having some pre-recorded disco music.'
'How about the cost of having someone play the tapes?' asked Corson.
'We thought of that,' replied Catch. 'The bartender can stack the tape decks and take care of that.'
They spent the rest of the morning going over the different sketches, pausing only to convince Corson that their course was correct.
At the end of the meeting, Dwyer stood up and said, 'I'd like to propose a toast to the two of you. You are going to make us rich!'
Miss Simmons produced a bottle of champagne and glasses and a toast was drunk to the success of the Bayou Country Club.
After the meeting, Starlyn and Catch went to the advertising agency which was going to handle the publicity for the club.
Starlyn and Catch walked the few blocks it took to get to the greystone building, a structure which catered to advertising agencies. Catch, after much deliberation, had decided to give the account to a small local agency called Reuben Reuben, rather than to a southwest subsidiary of J. Walter Thompson or BBD amp;O He was impressed with the owner of Reuben Reuben, a young energetic man named Reuben Slater, who not only gave Catch a better price for the agency's services, but seemed truly interested in the project.
When they arrived at the agency they were shown into Slater's office. The young man had forsaken his desk and was sitting at a drawing board. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and there were smudges on his face.
He jumped up to greet them. 'Hi Catch, hi Starlyn. How about some coffee? I've been here since eight o'clock this morning working on these things. I had one of my visions during the night. I think you're going to love the layouts.'
'Coffee would be fine, Reuben, we'll help ourselves,' said Catch.
'I'm so anxious to see your layouts, Reuben,' said Starlyn. 'I think Catch made a good choice of your agency.'
'Thanks. I hope so.'
After getting their coffee they gathered around the drawing board and Reuben displayed his work.
'These are just charcoal sketches, of course, but I think you can visualize what the photos would look like. First, a series of spot ads which would be released prior to the initial campaign. The slogan will be 'Release Your Inhibitions!' and as you can see I have three very youth-oriented sketches.'
The sketches portrayed a young couple doing the hustle; three young people, two men and a woman, splashing in the pool; and a group of people talking animatedly at the bar.
'Those are great, Reuben,' said Catch. 'I just want to make sure we get young, attractive, hot-looking models.'
'I know where to find them, Catch. I've also been working on a logo for the place. Something really spiffy. What do you think of it?'
