It took a few minutes to convince Joe that the Nothing wasn't Nothinging on him and a few more for him to call an uncle and arrange for the restaurant to be taken care of in his absence. He disappeared upstairs to his apartment and emerged with a wok containing two pairs of socks, a change of underwear, and three philosophy books. 'This ought to do it for three weeks.' They stepped outside and hailed a checker cab. The driver, about forty and paunchy, gave them a funny look as they got in. As they sped uptown toward Sean's place the Princess took off her headdress. 'Jesus it gets hot under there.' She was lounging on a jump-seat across from Joe. She pulled her legs up and leaned back and closed her eyes. Joe did a double and then a triple-take.
It was true. She wasn't wearing underwear. The way she was sitting he could tell for sure. Her bushy pussy winked at him from between her slim, darkly tanned legs. Andrea, sitting next to him with Sean on the other side, felt him take a deep breath.
'Wink back at it,' she suggested.
Sean stroked his chin and contemplated the Princess's muff. 'Bet you didn't know what you were getting into, Joe.' He turned to Andrea. 'Pretty shrewd of the old Guru to send these two with us-to make sure we didn't slap out with his three thou.'
'That's not why we came,' Virginia protested.
'So why did you come?' Sean pressed. 'To help us pack? That's a good one.'
'Well, that and… we're supposed to sort of get you used to the… well, the atmosphere that's going to be on the boat. You know. Get your heads in the right mood for the cruise.' She attempted again to put on a seductive air. It was like Lucille Ball trying to play Sophia Loren.
Sean took another side-glance at the Princess's pussy and the trim cheeks of her ass bunched up beneath it. 'And how are you supposed to do that?'
'Like this!'
Virginia's blue gauze dress featured a zipper running all the way down the front. She yanked it halfway down.
Her tits were suddenly very white and very free. She shook her shoulders and tossed them at Sean as though she expected him to catch them. They bob-bled around, the wine-red patches of her nipples gyrating against the background like polka-dots on a movie screen, and then swayed, juggled, and jounced to rest. 'See?'
'I'd be blind if I didn't.'
'Well,' she asked, as though anxious to be sure she'd done things right, 'what do you think?'
'I think that's a hell of an initiation to mysticism.'
Virginia fingered her right nipple reflectively. Sean took a survey of her long, youthful torso and the hips that blossomed gently out below it. 'The Guru says that the road to true enlightenment lies not around the body but through it,' she recited hopefully.
'I'll bet.'
Virginia frowned. Next to her the Princess snapped her eyes open as though springing a trap and caught Joe staring at her hole. She grinned triumphantly. She leaned toward him. 'How'd you like me to suck your lolly- pop?'
By this time Joe had completely recaptured his composure. He smiled back sedately. 'I guess I wouldn't mind too much,'
Virginia pouted at Sean. 'Don't you like my tits?' She held them up and pointed them at him in a gesture he was soon to think of as characteristic. They were like two mellons in their bloated enormity. She caught him shooting Andrea an 'isn't-this-too-much-for-words' look. 'You two married or something?' she asked with alarm. 'I mean do you think there's something wrong with my… uh… being un-hung-up about my body?'
Andrea came back in the tone of a patient mother engaging in a Platonic dialogue with her child. 'Do you?'
Virginia got confused.
The Princess reached over into Joe's crotch to see what was up. It turned out to be plenty. She gave Virginia a conspiratorial wink and began massaging energetically. Joe regarded her with pleased equanimity. 'I never blew an oriental before,' she confessed.
'No time like the present.' Joe looked past her through the Plexiglas shield. The driver was cocking his ear and glancing into the mirror now and then. He obviously could hear some of what was going on and he was interested. 'You don't think that guy'll mind you giving blow-jobs in his cab?'
'I'll blow him too if he wants!' the Princess shouted.
The driver didn't have to strain to hear that one, and he had a pretty good idea who she was talking about. He almost ran into a beer truck. He stopped at a light and turned around.
The Princess was unzipping Joe's trousers and getting into position. Joe pointed to the driver's incredulous face and the Princess, gripping his organ firmly, turned. 'I said I'd blow you too if you want!' She made sucking motions with her lips above Joe's cock and pointed through the seat at about the level of the cabbie's own apparatus just in case he hadn't understood.
His mouth fell open. The light changed and horns blared and he drove on shaking his head and continuing to glance eagerly into the mirror at every opportunity.
Virginia was still trying to get it up to answer Andrea's question when Sean reached over and grabbed her boobs. She started and then grinned as though all were suddenly right with the world.
'Not bad,' Sean commented. 'Nice consistency. Just like pizza dough.'
'Pizza dough?' Virginia didn't know whether to be complimented or insulted. 'You Italian?'
Sean declined to answer. He kept kneading her tits methodically. They were nice tits. Really nice tits. There was so much of them. And despite Virginia's systematic idiocy she had a certain naive charm.
Suddenly, like the scatter brain she was, Virginia came up with an answer to Andrea's question. 'I don't think there's anything wrong with it,' she said defensively. 'I mean, you get your body for free, right? So why be cheap with it? And it's natural, so why cover it up?' Sean's massage was getting right to her. 'Mmmmmm. And besides, it feels so good.'
'That's peachy,' Sean muttered, but Virginia couldn't hear him over the sound of the Princess's lips smacking on Joe's dong. 'Ok, Virginia Vagina, let's examine your last name,' he said loudly.
'Huh? You mean you want to examine my vagina? My cunt? Sure. Wait a second.' She fumbled for her zipper and drew it all the way down, revealing a creamy white navel and then a pair of yellow lace panties. 'The Guru said I should wear these. Otherwise… well, this dress is pretty thin, and I might have got arrested.'
'Good philosophy,' Andrea observed. She and Sean were poking each other with their elbows and generally having a gas of a time.
'Yeah,' Virginia agreed, pleased that Andrea had said something mildly positive. She lifted her ass and started peeling her panties down. She got her fingers rolled up in the tight elasticized material and couldn't get them out. Sean helped her.
The receding cloth revealed an ostentatiously bulging cunt sparsely furred with curling tendrils of blonde hair, beneath which the flesh was as white as flour. Except that its slit, which was already hanging slightly open and spilling inner lips wantonly out, was baby's-bottom pink. It looked like it had already been meticulously greased for action.
Her panties gone, Virginia spread her legs wide and put her hands on her knees. She looked down as though checking to make sure it was the same cunt she'd had before. It seemed to be. She looked at Sean hopefully. 'Well, how do you like it?'
Sean was about to comment on her anxiousness for approval of her physical attributes-hardly standard for a dedicated mystic-but he refrained. 'I can't make a judgment yet. I have to refer the matter to my vagina inspector.' He turned to Andrea. 'Want to give me a report on this one?'
Andrea, who was being jostled violently from the other side by the Princess's attack on Joe, got into the spirit. 'Gees,' she gasped, 'I gotta make an inspection? Here?' She leaned toward Virginia. 'I mean, on visual inspection I'd say it's US Grade AAA Super-Prime Quadruple-Choice Fuckable. Maybe even good to eat.' She said this as though they'd come across an appealing-looking but unknown fruit in a strange forest. 'But you can't always tell. I mean, it might have a mousetrap inside or something.' She smiled patronizingly at Virginia, who had retreated into her favorite guise of blank bewilderment. 'Excuse me.'
She motioned for Virginia to spread her legs wider and draw them up. As the young lovely complied Andrea grabbed her pussy.
