possessions of one another. I…'
Ralph suddenly stopped his talk, and was looking over across the still crowded cocktail lounge. 'Ah,' he said. 'Here they come.'
'Who?' Howard asked, afraid he knew already.
'Our fun for tonight,' Ralph said with a wink. Howard's mind tumbled crazily from Ralph's strong words of wisdom, his explicitly stated faith in his salesman, and the strong drink. He stared over his shoulder at the two women who were approaching the table. He wanted to get up… to run home and bury his head in his wife's breasts and forget what was happening… but it was as if he had grown roots to the chair.
'Now don't let me down, my boy,' Ralph whispered. 'I'm counting on you.'
Counting oil you… counting on you… the words burned home. The women were now at the table, and Ralph made room for one, a short, highly developed brunette in a thin sheath. Howard suddenly found a tall, lithe blond haired girl beside him, her luminous green eyes sparkling and her tightly encased buttocks against his. 'Hi,' she said musically, 'I'm Bonnie.'
'He… hello,' Howard replied. 'My name's Howard.'
'Call him Howie,' Ralph said. 'And this here's Linda.'
'Pleased to meet you, Howie,' Linda said, smiling. 'Where's my 'laughing widow', Ralph?'
Ralph snapped his fingers and gave the waitress an order for two more double bourbons and two 'laughing widows'. Howard asked what the hell a laughing widow was and Bonnie giggled, explaining that it was three dashes of bitters, one part gin, two parts vodka, and a pearl onion. Howard grimaced, which caused more laughter.
They fell into easy conversation, far easier than Howard had thought possible. Both girls were witty, intelligent people, both divorced, and both had jobs as 'models'. Neither girl was anything except vague about their work, preferring to talk about what the men did. This, in spite of the fact it was obvious that Ralph was on intimate terms with Linda. Howard had an awful suspicion just how intimate, too. The drinks came, Howard sampled the 'laughing widow' and promptly handed it back, and then there was another round… and another…
'Gee,' Linda said at one point, 'I'm sure glad you could take care of my friend Bonnie, tonight, Ralph. Like I said, since she's new in town, we had to come together or not at all. Sure nice you had a dream-boat of a friend like Howie-baby.'
Howard reacted with pure horror. Even in his now liquor fogged mind he was able to see clearly that this had all been a trap, a gigantic plot by Ralph right from the very first to suck him down here, get him drunk, and palm off this Bonnie so that he could make time with Linda. Yet, as he looked at the flashing eyes and enticing young all- woman next to him, he suddenly wasn't mad at his boss. What the hell; everybody was having a good time, weren't they? No harm done…
There was another round, and then Linda said, 'Well, let's get the show on the road, fellows. We've got to get our beauty sleep.'
At first Howard thought that was the signal to break up the evening and say good-night to the girls. But he was wrong. Oh, so wrong. He found himself linked arm-in-arm with Bonnie, walking out of The Arabian Knight, across the lobby and into the elevator. He looked around confusedly. 'What?' he said when Bonnie said something to him.
'I said, the party's going to move to my room now, Howie-baby. Just a private party, for us two!'
'But… but what about Ralph?'
She giggled. 'They'll be right next door if Howie-baby needs help. I heard that this was your first time, but…' and here she paused, breathing hotly and wetly into his ear,'… but I don't think that you're going to need any help at all. I can tell you want me.'
Wild-eyed he looked at Ralph for help, but Ralph was pressing Linda against the otherwise deserted elevator car, kissing her hotly… and Linda was kissing back with the same ardor! Numb, he staggered from the car and down the hall, his mind screaming for him to stop, but his will to resist was eroded beyond comprehension. As Bonnie put her key in the door lock, he cried out hoarsely, 'Ralph! I–I I…!'
'Remember what I said downstairs, my boy,' came the dark almost ominous reply. 'Remember about sticking with me and going places, and about the fun which can be had. I paid for both of them, my boy… now don't let me down. Show her — and me — that you're a real man!'
With that, Howard was propelled inside the room and the door shut by Bonnie. He was alone… in a strange hotel room with… with a whore! But as he sat on the bed, staring weakly up at this beautiful prostitute, Howard had to admit that she was one hell of a woman, bought for or not. She exuded pure animal sex, and he had to admit it would be sort of tempting to take her in his arms and kiss her, love her up a bit… oh, nothing more. He wouldn't fuck her or anything, but Lord, it would be nice to kiss those cherry-red lips, caress her breasts to hardness…
He felt his cock jerk into instant rigidity as if it were alive and independent of him. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his bourbon-filled head, but it remained throbbingly swollen. Guiltily, he looked away.
Bonnie chuckled. 'Howie-baby's got a hardon.' She was smiling at his bulging pants. 'Howie-baby's got a great big hard-on because he knows he's going to fuck me…'
Howard had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious language. 'Bonnie… cut it out, for Christ's sake!'
'You're going to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…' She came to him, and her breath was like a white-hot firebrand on his cheek. She touched his knee lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth, and then she reached higher, higher… and touched the throbbing protuberance down between his legs!
'Ohhh God!' he managed to breathe, almost leaping off the bed in a convulsing reaction. He could feel his testicles ache with a sudden pressure of sperm, and will as he may, he couldn't pull away from her caresses. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth, and her hand continued to rub his uncomfortably swollen penis.
'It's purely physical,' she droned on, mesmerically, hypnotically. 'You want to get your big cock into my wet pussy, and I want it, too…'
'I… I love my wife,' he protested weakly.
'Sure you do, Howie-baby. All of them do. But that doesn't have anything to do with us, with here and now, with fucking.'
This is wrong! his tortured mind screamed. I'm a married man… what would Cindy say? I can't go through with it…! He wrenched himself off the bed, his heart hammering, and he was aware that his prick was still granite- hard and seeping hot droplets of excited lubrication. He had to compose himself! To somehow make an excuse and leave, Ralph or no Ralph…
Bonnie's husky voice whispered, 'Howie-baby…'
He turned, gathering the courage to reject her, but then the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged.
She stood before him, stripped completely naked!
The lovely prostitute had unhooked the one article of clothing, her dress, and it lay puddled at her feet. Neither panties or bra were evident, and as he gazed transfixed at her white sculpted body, he could see she didn't need any artificial supports. She smiled at him, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The hair-lined lips of her cuntal valley were displayed for him like an Aztec sacrifice, the golden down glistening lusciously in the pale glow of the hotel light. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, startlingly alabaster white against the tan of her other parts, jutted out like ruby-crested mountains, and her long, slender legs seemingly trembled with her desires.
'Well, lover? You like what you see? Would you like to kiss me? Here?' Her hands had moved to her golden triangle, and when she said 'here', her fingers blazed a trail down through the soft, pink lips of her vagina and spread them slowly, slowly apart, revealing the tiny trembling bud of her erect clitoris. She began to stroke it back and forth, round and round.
It was a lust maddening sight to Howard. The thought of kissing, of licking her sweet young pussy set his prick into a wild dance. 'Bonnie… please,' he moaned, his breath all but stopped.
'And I'll kiss your cock, Howie-baby. I want to kiss and suck your cock… I love to suck cock, did you know that?' On and on she went, and the one sure way of building Howard to a point where he couldn't say no, couldn't leave this whore, had been used. He'd been denied oral love by his wife… and he had wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pussy as it opened to his mouth with lusting desire… if only his wife understood that, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth… oh, God! He could feel his swollen penis palpitate wildly.
