"All right, dammit," he said, "you win. I promise you'll be in the show. Now will you come here and quit wrestling with me?”
"Uh-uh," Sharon said, "I gotta see it in writing.”
For the first time, Lake smiled. "Just so happens I'm prepared for that," he said, reaching into his jacket. "This ain't the first time I've run into a situation like this. Here, this is a standard contract. We'll both sign it. Then maybe, for chrissake, you'll put out.”
Lake produced a piece of paper, a pen, and a penlight. Sharon approached him cautiously and read the paper. Then she grinned broadly and signed. Lake signed and handed her the contract, which she tucked away in her purse. She didn't try to avoid him now. He reached out and touched the great thrusting cones of her tits, and she just smiled.
"You satisfied now?" he grunted.
"Yes, Mr. Lake," she purred.
Lake hurriedly unbuttoned the top of her sequined dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her huge snowy breasts came tumbling out of their confinement, overflowing Lake's nervously pawing hands. He moaned and squeezed the big creamy jugs. Sharon's expression of feline satisfaction didn't change.
"Oh, man," Lake sighed, "you're gonna knock 'em dead in that act, baby. It don't matter if you can dance or not-all they'll see is your tits.”
"It happens I’m an excellent dancer, Mr. Lake," Sharon said haughtily.
"Yeah, yeah, Fm sure you are, honey," Lake wheezed. He wasn't interested in any more talk. He slipped the gown off her shoulders, and it wafted to the ground in a glittering sequined puddle. Sharon wore nothing at all underneath it.
"I thought we might come to an agreement tonight," she said, grinning, "and I didn't wanta waste any time.”
Lake didn't answer. He was gawking at her large triangular flaming red muff. So she was a real redhead. Lita almost gasped in admiration as she eyed Sharon's gorgeous tall body. She'd never seen a more spectacular figure. Lake was right-it didn't matter if this girl could dance or not. Who'd notice?
"It's kinda cold out here," Sharon said. "You wanta get with it, Mr. Lake?”
"Sure," Lake sighed. He unbuckled his belt, still gawking hungrily at her tall dancer's body with its red curly bush and enormous pointed breasts. There was a stone bench nearby, and Sharon went to it, leaning over and resting her palms on the seat. Her round firm butt was presented to Lake as he undressed.
He didn't take off all his clothes, just his trousers and shorts. With his big belly and small slim cock, he didn't appeal much to Lita. His skinny little pecker couldn't have been more than four inches long, and his rolls of pasty-white fat weren't appealing. Maybe that was why Sharon chose to turn her back on him and be balled from behind. Lita didn't blame her.
Lake's cock might be short and skinny, but it was plenty hard as he wheezed his way over to the stunning redhead. He was already moaning with excitement before he got to her. Lita had a good view of the whole thing-and a hot moist feeling of excitement in her crotch. It had been twenty-four hours since her first fuck, and she was more than ready to repeat the experience.
Well, soon she'd go look up Tony, but right now she wanted to watch this scene. Lake made it over to Sharon, grasping her firm hips to steady himself, and began poking his rigid little dick around in the deep red flesh of her slit. Sharon just stood there, submissive but unexcited, like a wax doll. Lita could see her face, and it had no expression whatsoever.
"Oh, Jesus, I been waiting for this," Lake panted. "Wanted you so bad… Where's your goddam cunt? Can't find the damned thing… ”
Quickly and efficiently Sharon reached around, seized Lake's stiff pale rod, and wedged the swollen purple head into the shadowy hidden mouth of her cunt. She took her hand away, and Lake squealed shrilly as he pushed into her. Sharon winced a little, but her blank expression didn't change.
"Awwwww, Christ," Lake whined, "you're so goddamn tight… Never expected that. The way you dancers fuck everything in pants, I thought you'd be loose.”
"Male chauvinist pig,” Sharon snapped, losing her composure.
"Huh?" said Lake. "Whaddya say?”
“I said, That I really dig, " Sharon replied quickly.
Lake chuckled. "Yeah, I bet you do," he said. "All you broads do. Nothing like a good stiff cock, huh, baby?”
Sharon didn't reply. As Lake whined and fucked her in short little jabs, she made a hideous face, then went blank again. She bent there and endured it, Lake's skinny short prick working fast and noisily in her tight little box, Lake whining and moaning like a rutting animal. Clearly the girl felt nothing but disgust.
"Awwwwww," Lake bawled, "awwww, baby, so fuckin' tight… Gettin' me so turned on… You dig it, honey? You dig this stiff meat?”
“Fantastic," Sharon said listlessly.
Lake's fat pale ass jiggled in the moonlight as he balled the girl faster and faster. His reaming cock made a lewd slurping noise in her tight little twat. At last he gave a shrill whine and came, his jetting come overflowing her little box and streaming down her long legs. Lake sighed and staggered backwards.
"I better get back to the party," he said. "There's people I gotta see. You report for work on Monday, doll. You and me will get together again real soon.”
"Sure," Sharon said dully.
When Lake left, she opened her purse, took out a hanky, and rubbed furiously at the sticky sperm on her legs. She was crying softly… Lita slipped away on the other side of the hedge, feeling sorry for the girl. She hoped SHE never had to ball an ugly fat man to get ahead in her career. That was no fun at all. A person should only fuck for the joy of it, Lita thought.
She walked farther into the private woods, hoping to see more exciting action. She wasn't disappointed. There were so many couples making out in the bushes, she couldn't choose between them all. It seemed as if she heard panting and sighing and moaning everywhere. These people were something else. Sex seemed to be their major occupation.
Sneaking around, Lita saw plenty of couples in the missionary position, but she was hoping for something more unusual. She found it in a small clearing a good distance from the mansion. Sneaking up and concealing herself behind a tree, she discovered two men and a woman. The men were squaring off, preparing to fight.
"Oh, jeeze, will you knock it off?" the woman said wearily. "I come out here to get balled, not to watch a goddam fight.”
"She said she wanted me," one of the men said.
"Yeah, but she's my date," said the other.
As Lita's eyes got accustomed to the shadowy night light, she saw that the woman was a petite blonde in her thirties, pretty but nothing special. The men were quite ordinary. The only thing that held Lita's attention was the contest to see who would get the woman. The men had taken off their jackets and were cautiously circling each other.
"Hey, wait," the woman said. "I can take care of you both,”
She stepped between the two men and quickly stripped. They both gawked at her, forgetting their quarrel. She had a pretty, curvy little body with pert round tits and a golden puff of fur at the base of her belly. She was also quite drunk, hardly able to stand.
"Goddam men," she muttered, stepping dizzily out of her panties. “I’m so horny I could scream, and you guys wanta fight. Ain't no reason for it. Take care of you both… ”
Her speech was slurred, but she knew what she was doing. She knelt before one of the men and unzipped his pants and drew out his long limp pale prick. The other man, not to be left out, took off his pants, too. The blonde began to lick the first man's cock. He grinned at his rival.
"Hey," said the rival, "what about me?”
"Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' there," said the blonde. "Let's lie down.”
The first man lay on his back, and the little blonde knelt beside his lap. She bent over him and stuffed his doughy pale cock into her mouth. Her sucking was fast, wet and loud. Her pert little ass was thrust up in the air, and the second man didn't have to ask where his place was. He stared at her exposed pink slit, grinned, and hurried over to kneel behind her.