Flair's reward was to get a chance to harmonize with Texas Bunny in one of the songs. Flair had a pretty good voice and liked that. For this show Texas lost her cowboy hat and part of her name. She'd wear a shimmering, silver gown and be accompanied by a trio in white tie and tails. She'd appear as plain Bunny Long. Phil pointed out that the imitation of Texas Guinan that George tried for lacked class, in Bunny's case. There was only one Texas Guinan.
Everybody was happy except George. On that night after the kids were dismissed and Phil and George sat alone in the office George said he'd miss the old show. He looked frowzy in a rented dress suit, compared to his usual sweater and baggy trousers.
"George, you've got to learn class," said Phil.
"Class is like beautiful women," sighed George. "I can't connect. I tried for Flair before you came along and only got laughs. You knocked her off in only one day. I tried to help Texas Bunny with her throat problem. She shucked me off and used the whale sperm Vic buys for her."
He rose sadly. "You lock up, Phil. I'm going out to see if any of my two dollar whores are left in town."
George left but came back almost immediately. "Guess who's standing in full costume by the tank, weeping her heart out. Our singing star, Texas Bunny."
"What's her problem?"
"I dunno, Phil, but in my book that one's a candidate for Nut College. It's your show, you handle it." George slid to the side door, waved and was gone.
A single light shown on the stage and sink. A single figure stood there disconsolately, weeping. Still dressed in her long silver satin gown, with her platinum hair in wild disarray, Texas Bunny looked like a princess who'd been deserted at the Royal Ball.
Phil paused a moment before hurrying to her. Damn, that was one gorgeous creature, especially with all those curves tightly held and displayed in shimmering satin. She told Phil she'd lost her ring. It was a very important ring, since it was a gift of Vic Singleton, and she dared not go back to the yacht without it. He'd think she'd hocked it, or, worse, given it to some male lover. Vic was very jealous.
"Did you look in your dressing room?"
"It's not in there." The soft voice sounded shattered, the brown eyes expressed utter misery. "I looked real good."
"Then it's got to be out here," said Phil. "Did you have it earlier."
"Yes."
"I notice you sometimes wring your hands when you sing," said Phil. "Maybe it slipped off then." He peered about the floor.
"I've looked everywhere, except…"
"Except, where?"
"In my clothes." She turned her back to him. "Feel down me. It might've got into my clothes."
Phil looked down the gleaming figure and hesitated. He was tired, he just wanted to close up and go home. He surely didn't want to fool around anymore with Vic's girlfriend, not after the sperm episode. He had big plans that meant staying in good with the ex-bootlegger. Besides there was no place in that tight-fitting gown you could hide a pin, let alone a ring. He'd seen the ring. It was a lustrous pearl that she wore on her long finger, so at least she wasn't fooling him, because now there was no ring on those slender, white fingers.
"Can't you feel for it?" he asked. He could already sense her body heat and was getting somewhat aroused.
"I can't feel my back!" she protested. "Please, won't you help me?"
It was sheer disaster for him as he felt down her torso, under the armpits, across the breasts. The stroking made her nipples hard. He quickly felt down to her belly but that was just as sexy, with the warm, loose flesh teasing his hands under the smooth satin.
"My thighs."
He felt her thighs. Oh, she was so well shaped! His cock was hardening in his pants.
"Behind."
"I… I…" He didn't want to touch her rear. That incredible fanny burned in his mind many a night after the shows.
"Phil! Please. It's life or death for me!"
He felt down her back, wondering if she sensed how his breathing quickened. How silken! Finally the top slope of her buttocks. He swallowed nervously. He felt the yielding firm flesh under the slick satin. He was rock hard now, as his hands passed over the exquisite roundness of her bottom. The combination of that magnificent ass and its satin covering was almost too much for mortal man to bear. In spite of himself he dug his fingers into her mounds and squeezed. She gasped but made no protest. For giddy seconds he played with her hams, even feeling into her crack. And thrilled. Was he perverted to be so taken with her butt? He liked a pleasing rear but had never felt such a desire before.
He broke away, breathing hard. "It's not there, Bunny."
"It's got to be in my clothes. Unbutton me!"
"Oh, no!" he moaned. "I… might attack you, Texas."
"If I don't find that ring I'll be dead by morning," she wailed.
The only way out was to humor her. But when he unbuttoned her gown, she quickly worked it over her hips and let it drop, a gleaming pool at her feet. He hoped she'd wear some kind of underwear, but he knew from his earlier feel that she did not. Sure enough, she was stark naked except for her high heels.
She muttered and began pawing over her dress, standing there with her legs slightly apart, her gorgeous body totally exposed. Phil stood like a statue, transfixed. Most of the girls he'd had to do with were firm and flesh, softly muscular. The yielding softness of this woman's body fascinated him because it was strange and new. Her skin was clear and white and he felt that if he hugged her, that soft flesh would melt into his body.
"It's probably inside," she said.
"What!"
She turned to face him. "Feel inside, please." Little girl earnest, brown eyes gleaming.
"Oh, no, Texas, you d-do it."
"I can't bear to touch myself there," she wailed.
He took a deep breath. "This is my last shot." He put one hand on her warm, bare hip. He put the other between her legs, and felt up the satiny inner thighs to her cunt. She was wet. She was swollen. His fingers slid easily into her warm cunt passage to be met by her intense interior body heat and rich lubrication.
"Uh," she went as he dug fingers deep into her cunt.
"Oh," he said, "oh." He gasped at the sexy sensation of feeling around inside her private sex passage. So tight, so hot, so slick! God!
"It's not in there," he said, hearing the sex thickness in his voice.
"It's got to be in there!" she insisted. "Feel some more."
He pulled his fingers out of her as she moaned at the friction. They gleamed with sex oils. Her face was slightly red with a blush of lust, wet lips parted, big eyes hungry. He knew the struggle was lost, because his whole body was on fire, his prick trying to burst out of his pants.
They looked at each other. Then he undressed quickly, aware of her gasp when she saw his rock hard rod. She quickly eased to the stage, presenting her rear.
"Yes!" she cried. That was the position he wanted to fuck her in, dog fashion, with those sexy buttocks flexing on his thighs. Quickly he knelt behind her, fitted his eager cock to her cunt, then shoved.
"Oh!" she cried.
"Oh!" he echoed.
Both of them shuddered in delight as the big cock oozed up tight into her cunt. For a few seconds he hugged her, holding her still, reveling in his possession of her, of his sensations of delight as those gorgeous hams caressed his naked thighs. He wanted more. He reached under her belly and slid a hand up the smooth skin to cup one of her ripe tits, hard nipple lovingly pressed to his palm. His body glowed and thrilled in joy. He'd missed a lot when he limited himself to pronging hard-muscled girls. He felt as if his big, stiff cock could tear open her entire soft body to make her scream in taken ecstasy.