At that moment Toni was wondering if someday some customer would ask her to put a whip to him-as her mother had to her father.
Gino laughed, a funny sort of laugh. He waved his big meat at the redhead, moving it ll in a circular motion. "Sure, you'll get it, baby. Really need it, eh? You're a funny whore, know that?"
Toni felt damp shame when Gino said that, and wanted to crawl away and hide somewhere. She wondered if Sharon felt the same.
"You have to suck it first," Gino said, smiling with big white teeth.
Sharon moaned softly as Gino placed one of his hands on the back of her head and brushed the purple head of his cock across her trembling lips. Sharon didn't resist when he pushed the wet, rubbery knob into her mouth. Toni had spit in her mouth, and she wondered how that tasted. Clean and slick and salty, she guessed, and found her own hand holding tight at her crotch.
Sharon began running her tongue all over the head, munching the entire knob with her lips and clamping her teeth ever so lightly about the crown. Taking the shaft of it in hand, Sharon began to slide herself up and down over it, and Toni could see the tight skin grow heated against Sharon's tongue. Then the redhead reached underneath her chin and began massaging his big, full testicles. The technique worked almost at once.
Gino grabbed her head with both hands and tried to ram it all down her throat, but Sharon clamped her teeth around his shaft and prevented him from chocking her. Rapidly she worked her palms over the sides of the organ, rolling the cylinder between her hands, extracting from it the very ultimate it could give. He gave it to her, a giant blob that washed over her tongue and rolled down Sharon's throat. And although Toni could hardly believe it, it was easy to see that Sharon was having an orgasm herself, and she continued to suck on Gino's cock, pulling the head as hard as she could, getting every drop, and causing him to become more erect.
It was the first time in her young life that Toni had seen come. She had no way of knowing at the time how important that creamy white substance would become in her life, just a few months later.
Gino lay down on the floor, his shaft as tall and straight as an iron pole. Sharon cried out in fake passion as she roughly rammed herself with it, moving her hips down hard, wriggling the head of Gino's cock against her cervix.
Waves of lust rolled within Toni's brain, and. she had to hold her hands tight to keep from diddling herself. She watched them fuck in that position for a long time, but Gino wasn't so quick this time. Then he put his hands on Sharon's hips and lifted her off his stiff muscle. Keeping a hand on her perspiring ass, he crawled out from under her.
"Stay by the bed, girl," he said. "Get on your knees and lean over it. I wanna do it to you from behind!"
Sharon got into position and Gino got behind her. Toni waited and watched, wide-eyed, drawn up tense.
Gino shoved, all in one motion-Woooooshhhh! "Right up to the balls," Gino croaked when Sharon begged him to give her more.
Toni could almost feel the big Italian's stuff shoot into her own insides, and her stomach turned insane with the sheer pleasure of the thought. Then Gino pulled the limp thing out of Sharon.
Sharon got up, obviously thinking the trick was over. "No!" Gino said. "Don't wipe it off; I'm going to eat you and I like it good and soupy."
Sharon smiled again and got on the bed, spreading her legs. Gino quickly went to work, getting between her thighs and…
When Gino was dressed, he turned to Toni, who was still sitting in a stupor. "How do you like the way I fuck, girl?"
"Huh? Oh…fine. Fine."
"Listen, I been watching you. You ain't a whore. You look like a nice kid."
"Now he's gonna give you that 'what's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this' bit, Toni," Sharon said, sitting up. "Lay off the kid, Gino. It's her first trick."
"Listen," Gino said, "I work right next-door, across that alley by your window. Moore Cosmetics. If you decide you want no part of this meatloaf operation, come over and see me. Name is Gino Lentini. We need a girl in the office…can you type?"
"And take dictation, too," Toni said, coming to life.
"Don't pay much, but then you won't get your ass-hole buggered all night by slobs like me, either."
"Will you leave her alone, Gino?" Sharon said. "Just pay your money and leave the help be. Well see you next week for your usual visit"
"No, I'm serious, Sharon. Wouldn't you like to save this kid from what you have to put up with?"
"I'm not looking to save anybody from anything. All I'm trying to do is save my own ass. Now get out."
Toni got up and walked to the window, looking into the offices across the way. "One thing nobody thought to ask me," she said, still not looking at their faces. "I'm a virgin."
"What!" Sharon slapped her forehead and fell back on the bed.
Toni just stood there, and never felt so stupid in her life.
"There! You see!" Gino said. "Look, kid, you think this over good before these people throw you to the wolves. I'll talk to Wendy Moore…she owns the place where I work. I'll bet she hires you in a minute. Gee, you could walk right next-door to work. Think about it. Look, here's one of the company cards. Come see me if you're interested. I gotta get back to work before Miss Moore starts looking for me. S'long girls."
Sharon told the madame what had happened and the two of them rushed back to Toni's room and talked to her for an hour.
"A nineteen-year-old virgin in New York! I can't believe it! You're putting me on, right, girl?" the older woman asked. Toni assured her she was not.
"Listen, Toni girl, that cherry of yours is worth money, and money is what you need right now, right?"
Toni had to agree.
"I know a guy that will pay a grand to pop a cherry. His name is Angelo Mantelli, pretty high up in the Mafiosa, but you don't have to worry none about that. He's a dirty old man, gets his jollies over young girls. Let him pop your cherry and you've got yourself five hundred bucks for a few hours' work. Then you can decide for yourself if you want to stay in the business. At least you won't be broke."
"Five hundred?" Toni said. "I thought you said he'd pay a thousand."
"Fifty-fifty split. I've got expenses, too, you know. Yes or no?"
Toni's answer, after a long and painful moment of silence, was a tiny, trembling, and self-conscious, "Y-yes."
Angelo Mantelli looked Toni over carefully. His smooth lips slid themselves into a pleased, if pompous, grin. He remembered the thirteen-year-old cherry he had popped the month before, a golden-haired child brought to him by her mother. It cost him five hundred, but it had been worth every penny. But this was no child! This was a full-grown woman-virgin!
He pictured a squeezed-up oozy slit under pink panties. Her legs were long and the skirt was short and the whole squashy promise had fresh saliva sprinkling itself inside his mouth. A tingle of newfound warmth swept its way into his sleeping cock. She was everything Rosy had said she was, and she had traveled from her downtown hotel to his Central Park West apartment just to please him.
"Rosy said… " Toni began.
"Yeah, yeah. We'll talk business later. No problem with money. Your old bitch madame knows there's never any trouble with me about money, ask her. I pay for what I get. Now, let's see what you've got."
"I'll try to please," Toni answered.
"Good. So? Please then. I guess Rosy told you who I am."
"Yes…and I am impressed, Mister Mantelli."
"Hah! You've got class and an education. I like that. You like how I live?" he blew his cigar smoke up toward the ceiling.
"It's…gorgeous. I didn't realize there were apartments like this in New York. Except in the movies… "