Virginia's eyes opened wide and her pupils dilated till they nearly took over her baby-blue irises. She tottered on her jump-seat.
The cab stopped at another light and the driver looked back again. He caught a full view of Joe getting off into the Princess's mouth and a side view of Virginia's boobs and her cunt with Andrea's hand in it. He shoved his plaid cap back on his head and wiped his upper lip.
The Princess, still swallowing, whirled and waved at him. After a second her throat had cleared enough for her to shout, 'I said I'd do you too! You up for it?' She cackled gleefully and clawed at the partition.
The light changed and the driver charged ahead as though getting the last few blocks to their destination was a matter of life or death, but nobody could tell which one he thought it was.
'So,' Sean asked as Andrea got three slim fingers up Virginia and wiggled them around, 'how's it going?'
'Man, it's a big one,' Andrea said with the tone of a twelve-year-old who's hooked a five-pound bass. 'Shit, I bet you could get two cocks in there.' She felt Virginia squirming with pleasure. 'Just for the record, honey, you ever had two in there at once?'
'Uh huh,' Virginia moaned. 'Two medium-sized ones. Not two big ones. I'm working up to that. The Guru says you have to live up to your natural potential. Why do you think they call me Virginia Vagina? My real name is Ruthie Fleegerschmog. Hey-you like fingering girls' pussies?'
'Better than sheeps',' Andrea allowed, diddling with her clit. 'I most prefer my own, though. Only doing my job, honey. When you're inspector for a stud like Sean here you get a little jaded. I have to do twenty or thirty of these a day. You see, whenever a chick wants a piece of Sean, he refers her to me first. Lots of mornings I wake up and open my door and find five or six chicks combing their cunt-hair outside my door.'
'Really?' It took a long second for Virginia to catch the gleam in Andrea's eye and laugh. 'You fooled me.'
'I bet I'm not the first one.'
'Huh?'
The cab pulled up in front of Sean's building.
Joe yanked his pants up and Andrea pulled her hand out of Virginia's hefty sheath. 'Inspection completed.'
She held her hand up for Sean to smell. The odor was surprisingly faint. It reminded him of water-lillies in a shallow pool in mid-summer.
'The visual and tactual results are satisfactory. I'll leave the final decision on the olfactory aspects to you.' Virginia obviously had no idea what 'olfactory' meant. 'I still haven't devised a satisfactory test for the auditory aspects. And I really didn't do a taste test at all. Of course you can project that with fair accuracy from the olfactory results. But to do a proper job I'd have to perform thorough cunnilingus under laboratory conditions.'
Virginia's eyes lit up. That was one she knew. 'That means you'd have to eat me out, right?' she said with an anticipatory smile.
'Right. But we really can't do that under the present conditions… '
Joe got out of the cab. The Princess followed him and went up to lean against the driver's door. 'You want a quickie in the cab, or you want to go up with us and take your time?'
The guy sputtered and grinned and frowned. 'Well… what the… you mean you're really gonna blow me?'
She stuck her head in the window and half-shouted into his ear, 'I said I was going to blow you, didn't I? I'm going to suck you off! Take your penis in my mouth and manipulate it, causing you to ejaculate! Now… you want a quickie in the cab, or… '
Sean could tell the cabbie wanted to go upstairs but he was leery of going into strange apartments with strangers this strange. Funny how New York made you paranoid. Or maybe he had to meet his wife right away. Finally the guy said, 'I gotta get back downtown pretty quick for a… '
'Fine.' The Princess cut him off. 'I'll give you a quickie in the cab. Special service in the comfort of your own golden chariot.' She yanked his door open. 'Move over and whip it out. I suppose you'll want to feel my pussy or my tits or something while I'm doing you?'
The cabbie shoved over on the seat and gazed indecisively at his zipper.
'Shit, if you can't get it out, I can.' She proceeded to unpack his pants. 'Hey, not a bad one,' she exulted, fingering his uncircumcized member lightly. 'I sort of dig them au naturel. You want it lying down or sitting up?'
The driver loosened up fast under the preliminary massage but was still visibly thunder-struck.
Virginia and Sean and Andrea got out, Virginia pulling her dress around her but not bothering to zip it up. Joe sat on the steps of Sean's brownstone holding the Princess's headdress, his wok-suitcase by his side, laughing his head off. As the others joined him they could see the driver's hulking body moving clumsily around inside the cab, getting into position beneath the flitting white material of the Princess's dress. It seemed he had decided that he wanted the Princess on top of him in the sixty-nine position. Just before her ass lowered onto him two thick hands loomed up and grabbed it and pushed her dress off it almost desperately. Two skinny, hollow-cheeked buttocks, girlishly firm, loomed in the window and then disappeared, pushed down by the pressure of fat fingers.
Joe shook the Princess's headdress and watched feathers fall off it as the cab shook gently. Occasionally the buttocks appeared in the cab window. Virginia sat higher up on the steps eyeing the philosophy books in Joe's wok curiously and singing, 'Ra-di-o, Ho-ho-ho, Wa-vies Come and Wa-vies Go' to herself like someone who couldn't get a particularly catchy tune out of her head. Sean and Andrea lounged against the rail patiently. All in all it was a weird scene for John Fuocoforte a theater manager about Sean's age who lived across the hall from him, to run into on his way home from a Mets game.
'Hey, man, what's going on?' John asked as he saw everyone's attention focussed on the cab. He gave Sean an inquisitive look and copped a quick stare at Virginia, who held her panties in her lap and neglected to keep her dress-such as it was-securely around her.
Sean took the headdress from Joe and waved it at John as though it were an answer to his question. 'A friend of ours is giving our cabbie his tip.'
'Oh. Yeah. Well, I guess I'll… '
The Princess's ass made a particularly long and vivid appearance in the cab window.
'Whaaat?' John's curiosity, to say the least, was aroused.
'There's a chick in there giving the cab driver a blow-job.'
'Yeah. Sure. Huh?'
'Do I have to explain a blow-job to you?'
'You don't have to explain it to him,' Virginia cut in sweetly. 'I'll give him a demonstration.' She eyed John lasciviously.
John stared at her as though she'd come from Mars.
She pulled her dress open and grabbed one of her tits and pointed it at him. 'Bang Bang! You're alive!'
John stared at the tit until she said, 'Look, I've got more shit inside this dress too… ' and swept the cloth off her lap.
Just then the gentle rocking of the cab ceased. The Princess's smiling face appeared. 'Mission accomplished!'
The driver sat up looking as if he'd just had a far-out accident. The Princess patted him on the shoulder and climbed out of the cab, leaving him to puzzle over how to tell the steering wheel from the gas pedal.
John and Virginia engaged in an animated but incoherent conversation as the party, now six strong, clomped up the stairs and gushed into Sean's apartment. They were supposed to be packing for a trip but it was obvious that Virginia and the Princess meant to take most of the night initiating the Guru's new staff members to standard procedure. Virginia threw her dress over a lamp and flopped down onto Sean's immense water bed. She drew her legs up over her head, yanked her pussy open, and yelled, 'Free fucks! Come and get it!'
John was thinking about taking her up on it when Andrea stepped in front of him. She'd never met John before but he was tall and dark and handsome, well-built, with swarthy skin and bushy black hair. He had a genial smile and a gregarious, innocent sort of air about him. And he looked like he'd know just what to do with a piece of ass. Besides, Andrea thought it right that Sean should have the first crack-so to speak-at Virginia. After all, she'd been inspected. So she said, 'Pardon me, but I think that cunt is taken. However, I've decided that I'm not going to get any cock unless I get with the crazy rhythm around here. So I offer you a substitute for that bit of plastic pulchritude over there.'
