3 comments/ 8652 views/ 9 favorites An Evening at the Copa By: melanieatplay Author's Note: This is a fictional story that I wrote to enter into a 'Historical Erotica' contest at another website. Of course... I want to thank my friend and editor Pete. I've told you a million times, but I'll say it again. I appreciate everything you do. I hope you enjoy it. Mel ====== "Thank you Sir, here's your ticket," I said politely as I handed the older gentleman the small stub of paper in exchange for his coat. He very subtly looked up and down my body appraising my curves while handing me his coat. I knew I would have received a much longer, lingering review had his wife not been directly behind him. After the man gave me a very affable smile, his wife looked directly into my eyes and delivered an unmistakable, yet unspoken message of 'Back off, I know your kind' and quickly pulled him away towards the slot machines. I looked down at my watch, it was almost nine o'clock and my shift was nearly over. I sighed as I hung the man's coat in the designated spot of the large closet and then filed his ticket stub so his coat could easily be retrieved later by the girl who would soon relieve me. It was a pretty simple job really. I was one of the 'Coat Check Girls' at the Sands Casino in Las Vegas, and trust me, it didn't require much mental ability. It took my boss all of fifteen seconds to explain the job requirements: Give the guest a big flirty smile, get his coat, give him his portion of the ticket stub, and then file our portion of the stub in the rolodex. A monkey could do my job, but we weren't exactly hired for our intellectual aptitude anyway. My co-workers and I were something pretty to look at when the guests arrived, but the focus was to get them to the casino floor so the Sands Corporation could begin relieving them of their money. I knew I was destined for greater things, but at 18, this was a job that I could do in the evening after my high school classes were over and on the weekends, that provided extra money that helped my mom support me and my little brother. At first she was furious that I had even applied to work at a casino. God, she didn't even talk to me for a week! However, when I brought home $11 in tips for just one night's work, she quickly changed her tune. My boss didn't even look twice at my application form because I had everything he was looking for: I was tall, blonde, big boobs, and I had a pretty smile. As an added bonus, I could hold a coquettish, thirty second conversation with our guests as I took their coats. That of course, wasn't a job requirement in 1960 Las Vegas, but it did help me get better tips than all of the other girls. Thank God, Mary is finally here to take over, and she's only five minutes late. "How are you Doris?" she said, emphasizing every syllable in my name in her usual smug, nasty tone. Bitch. "I'm doing wonderful Mary," I purred in a syrupy sweet voice while flashing her my best fake smile, "it's Friday night and the guys are tipping so well sweetie," making a very blatant point of showing her the coins and even some dollar bills in my tip jar. "I know you'll make a lot of money tonight, have a wonderful evening." She rolled her eyes and gave me another vile look. I tried, probably unsuccessfully, to keep some of the condescension out of my voice as I grabbed my money and garment bag and walked towards the bathroom without giving her a second look. She'll be lucky if she makes a tenth of what I made tonight. No one likes a bitch. I proceeded to the bathroom that was just off the coat check area and immediately went into one of the stalls to change out of my simple work uniform and shoes into what I was going to be wearing for the evening. I looked down at my watch, shit. Mary's tardiness had made me late and I didn't have much time. I opened the garment bag and retrieved my new clothes: A flapper style, short, black sleeveless chiffon cocktail dress. The very sexy little frock had two layers of accordion style pleated chiffons that fell on my upper thighs and the dark black color was the perfect contrast to my long blonde hair. I also purchased a very sexy, red lace, panties and matching bra that would go perfectly with my new dress I again rummaged into the bag and found my new pair of four inch, beaded ankle cuff, dusty pink, open toe, ankle wrap sandals and expeditiously put them on. After getting dressed, I stepped out of the bathroom stall and heard the clicking of my heels on the opulent marble floor. Approaching the sink, I quickly checked my look in the mirror. The pins were holding my stylish beehive hairdo up immaculately and I touched up my bright red lipstick that perfectly matched my painted toes and fingernails. No one would have ever guessed I had just completed an eight hour shift in a stuffy, hot coat room. My mom thought I was going to my friend Jenny's house to spend the night with her once I finished working. In reality, my plans for the evening were a little different than what I had told her this morning. Walking past the coat check area, I gave Mary another sweet smile while she took the heavy coat from a man who had just approached her station. I watched as she silently mouthed the word, 'whore' as I walked by. I gave her another sweet smile and extended my middle finger up to my nose, pretending to scratch a spurious itch. I inwardly smiled upon witnessing the shocked, horrified look on her face after she observed my little finger gesture. "Doris, you look good enough to eat," exclaimed Jimmy, the evening concierge, as I approached his desk. "Well, aren't you just full of compliments tonight," I said sexily, while handing him my garment bag for safe keeping. He spoke to me in almost constant sexual innuendoes, but I didn't mind. He was a nice guy who looked out for me and threw me these jobs when he could. Of course, he got his cut, that was just how Las Vegas worked. "He's in room 1705," Jimmy said, in a hushed tone, making sure no one overheard what he told me. My eyes widened, "The 17th floor?" My heart suddenly skipping a beat, "You mean in one of the Penthouse Suites?" "Yeah, I don't know much about him, his people said he wanted someone young and I immediately thought of you. The only other thing they told me was that you needed to ask for Sam." Jimmy didn't need to say anything else. If he was staying in the Penthouse, then he was a big deal. "You had better get going, they want you there by 9:30 and that only gives you a couple of minutes," he said, while stowing my bag in one of the drawers in his large oak desk. "Thank you so much for thinking of me Jimmy," I said nervously. "Relax, you look amazing, and you'll do fine." I forced the best smile I could and hoped he was right. I turned and proceeded through the casino towards the large bank of elevators. The flashing lights and sounds of the slot machines immediately caught my attention as the gamblers fed them with an almost religious zeal. I could also see and feel the hungry eyes on me as I made my way through the table gaming area. I always received some looks from men in my conservative work uniform. However, this short, little black dress took the lustful gazing and gawking to a whole other level and frankly, I wasn't used to it. I could hear loud cheers and boos as the gamblers won and lost tens of thousands of dollars playing blackjack, craps, and roulette. The whimsical excitement of people risking their fortunes on games of chance was a very welcome diversion from the nervousness I was feeling. To be honest, I had only done this three other times before. Through casual conversation, I had told Jimmy a month ago how difficult things were financially for my mother and I. Admittedly, I was aghast when he approached me a couple of days later with his solution to my monetary troubles. Two of the guys he set me up with just wanted to eat dinner and talk with a pretty girl. They were businessmen who were on the road and missed their families and wanted some friendly company to help them deal with the loneliness associated with being so far from home. The other guy wanted much more than just friendly conversation over dinner. I enjoyed sex and even though I was too busy with work and school to have a steady boyfriend, there were a couple of guys in my high school class that I loved messing around with. This was a very different situation though. The guys that Jimmy set me up with were much older than me, and being paid too... well, you know. That was still taking some getting used to. The elevator opened onto the 17th floor and I was almost immediately met by two very large Italian looking men, and even in my heels, they stood a few inches taller than me. They were dressed impeccably in dark pin striped suits and unlike almost everyone I had passed on the way here; they appeared to be impervious to how I was dressed, or what I looked like. Were they bodyguards? "Can I help you Miss?" one of them asked in a calm, even tone. "Jimmy, the evening concierge sent me. He told me to ask for Sam in room 1705," I said hesitantly, almost of afraid of their impending reaction. Knowing smiles broke across their faces and for the first time they seemed to notice my appearance and how I was dressed. "Yeah, of course, follow me," one of the burly guys said, while the other remained at his post outside of the elevator. They were definitely bodyguards, or at least some type of security. What the hell did Jimmy get me into? The burly man knocked three times, and then slowly opened the door to the suite and held it for me. Hesitantly, I walked through the door and was immediately met by another large man. "It's Ok Vinny, she's here to see him," the man standing behind me said just before shutting the door, to presumably return to his post by the elevator. I couldn't help but feel awed while taking in the views of the massive suite. It had to be twice as large as the small apartment that I shared with my mom and little brother. The suite had a large living room area that had two opulently upholstered brown leather couches with a matching loveseat. Sitting comfortably on the furniture were two other large men who were reading the paper. While observing the layout of the expansive space, I couldn't help but notice that the men's eyes had been diverted from the periodicals and their subtle yet amorous, attention was now focused on me. To the left of the living room was a large oak bar with four bar stools. Behind the bar was at least fifty bottles of every type of liquor imaginable. Directly behind the living room area was a kitchen and a large black oak dining room table where a smaller man was sitting in one of the chairs and also reading a newspaper. "Follow me Miss," said Vinnie. Circumspectly, I walked past the two men sitting on the couch while they continued to, not so subtly, sneak glances of me. A few seconds later I was in the back of the suite and standing in front of the large dining room table. The small man lowered his paper and acknowledged my presence. "You're late doll,' he said, smiling, while appraising me from head to toe. "This is Sam Flood, Miss..." Vinnie said, in a low grumbly tone, until he stopped talking when he realized he didn't know my name. "I'm Doris and it's nice to meet you Sam," I said in a smooth, confident inflection that I clearly wasn't feeling. "Have a seat and Vinny will get you a drink, we still have a couple of minutes before we have to leave." That immediately made me wonder what was on the agenda for the evening, but I decided to be patient and not ask too many questions. "I'd love a rum and Coke Vinnie... May I?..." I asked, while pointing at the chair beside him. "Take a load off," he said in a comical, yet somehow ominous tone. In the seconds that it took to sit down, I made a quick study of Sam. He wasn't a particularly handsome man, but he wasn't necessarily unattractive either. Like the rest of the men in the room, he had olive colored skin reminiscent of Italian ancestry. He had a large nose that seemed to dominate the features of his face and he wore black, horned rimmed glasses that were very much in style this year. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties and despite the gruff inflection in his voice; he had kind eyes that helped to put me at ease. After sitting for several seconds, I broke the silence. "Are you in town on business Sam?" He was still drinking me in, taking in my form. Notwithstanding, my question startled him slightly and his eyes moved upwards from my breasts until they once again met mine. "Business and pleasure doll, this is Vegas after all." I smiled warmly as Vinny placed the drink in front of me. I politely thanked him while Sam continued to inspect me. I took a long sip of my very strong beverage to help settle my nerves. I wasn't sure why, but he struck me as the type of man who did what he wanted and made no apologies for it. That perception had a dual effect that was both frightening and simultaneously arousing, because I wasn't used to being in the presence of a man that projected such power. "And what do you do honey?" "I work in the casino at night and take college classes during the day." He looked down at his watch which thankfully ended his questions concerning my background. I had my lie down pretty well about being a college student, but I never liked getting into too many specifics. I reasoned the more detailed of an answer I gave, the greater the risk that my story would fall apart and I'd be discovered for who I really was. "We had better get going if we are going to make the curtain," he said abruptly. I quickly finished my drink and stood up with him. The other men in the room immediately began getting themselves ready to leave. In all the excitement, I couldn't help but wonder where he was taking me and what was in store for the rest of the evening. I walked through the casino on Sam's arm surrounded on all sides by what I was now certain to be his bodyguards. All eyes on the casino floor were now on us and we had to be an intriguing site: A tall, provocatively dressed, young, blonde girl on the arm of a shorter, older Italian man surrounded by five hulking behemoths. The only way we would have drawn more attention to ourselves is if we would have been naked and our hair on fire. I quickly put the embarrassing scene out of my head once I discovered our destination. Oh My God! We were going to the Copa Room! The Copa Room at the Sands was the center of the entertainment universe in Las Vegas. All of the prominent movie stars and politicians lined up to get tickets to the Copa to see all of the trendy musical acts and comedians. I had wanted to go see the entertainers who performed at the Copa for years, but of course, I was too young. Additionally, tickets were incredibly expensive and very difficult to come by. It was almost impossible for the average person to acquire them, even if you could afford them. Once I realized where Sam was taking me, I was ecstatic and found it almost impossible to contain my excitement. Not only was I going to the Copa, which was something that I had all but given up on, but I was going to get to see Frank Sinatra and the rest of the 'Rat Pack' perform. Everyone in town knew from reading the various stories in the 'Review Journal' that Frank Sinatra and his friends were in town shooting some movie about eleven friends who were going to rob some Las Vegas casinos. The fact that I was going to be able to watch them perform tonight was like some sort of dream come true and it took several minutes for me to settle myself down from the excitement. As we approached the box office, I could see from quite a long distance that a very long line that had formed. I securely clung to Sam's arm as I watched people present their tickets to the doormen and others who were trying unsuccessfully to purchase them. We had only waited a couple of seconds when a man in a very stylish dark suit approached us. I knew that he was one of the executives of the Sands Corporation because I had seen him on the casino floor while I was working, but I didn't know his name. Thankfully, he didn't recognize me. "Mr. Giancana, we're delighted that you could join us this evening. Would you and your party please follow me." Giancana? Sam Giancana? Where have I heard that name before? I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind as we followed the Sands executive up the stairs and into the main foyer. Sam pulled me possessively close to him while I tried to take in my surroundings. The foyer had large beautiful crystal chandeliers and very intricate crown moldings and on the walls were large marquee signs announcing acts that would be performing in the upcoming months. Our party was met almost immediately by an usher in a dark black tuxedo. "He's a VIP," the executive said in a voice barely above a whisper. The usher nodded his head in acknowledgement, "If you'll please follow me Sir." Vinnie and the rest of the entourage remained in the foyer while the usher led Sam and I into the massive Copa Room. My jaw dropped open as I took in the enormous space. There were rows and rows of tables and I knew from newspaper articles that the massive showroom could seat nearly four hundred people. The walls were painted a very stylish color of lime green and were broken up by large wood columns. People were beginning to file in and the room was very quickly starting to fill up, as our usher led us down to a table that was front row, center stage. Sam pulled my chair out for me so I took my seat and then he moved his seat right next to mine. Almost immediately, we were met by a pretty cocktail server who asked Sam for our drink order. "The lady will have a rum and Coke and I'll take a dirty martini," he said nonchalantly, dismissing her with without even really looking at her. I smiled politely at him after feeling his arm wrap securely around me and pulling me to him, eliminating the space between us. I gently rubbed his knee, "Thank you so much for bringing me here tonight Sam," I said appreciatively. He gave me an apprehensive look and I could feel myself inwardly start to tense up. Shit. I need to act like I've been in the Copa Room dozens of times, not like some star-struck high school girl. "So, just what is it that you do here?" he said, in a suspicious, uneasy tone. "I'm a cocktail server in the high rollers area," I deadpanned back in a confident, dismissive inflection that I clearly wasn't feeling inside. "The next time I see you there gambling, you had better remember to tip me good," I said with a playful, sensual, flirty smirk. His solemn face split into a wide grin. "For you doll, I'd burn down the fuckin' joint." God, that was too close. It was approaching ten o'clock and the seats were rapidly filling. Two tables to the left of us was Ann-Margaret who was accompanied by a handsome young man that I didn't recognize. Sitting right next to Sam at the table to our left was Angie Dickinson who must have been on a girls nights out because she was sitting with three of her friends. I read that she was also going to be in the casino heist movie that the Rat Pack was currently filming. I found it difficult to contain my excitement being in the midst of such Hollywood royalty, but I tried to keep my cool because of Sam. The lights dimmed and the curtain began to rise. Sam pulled me closer, leaned in and whispered into my ear. An Evening at the Copa "You'll love this honey, the ten o'clock show is funnier and much more risqué than the eight o'clock dinner show." The next hour and a half flew by in what felt like a matter of minutes. Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin's fresh, hip crooning instantly enthralled everyone in the audience. Then, there was double threat Sammy Davis Jr. whose amazing singing and dancing was a true joy to behold. The guys masterfully played off the orchestra and each other perfectly and the songs were broken up by Joey Bishop's wonderful comedy routine, while the guys gently ribbed each other and interacted brilliantly with the audience. It was truly the most amazing performance I had ever witnessed. The performers were taking their final bow and the audience was on its feet giving them a rousing, standing ovation, when a young man approached Sam. "Mr Giancana, Mr. Sinatra asked if you and your friend would care to join him in 'the lounge' for a night cap." "Tell Frankie we'd love to," Sam replied. While the rest of the audience were filing out the auditorium doors, the young man led us in the opposite direction. We first went backstage and I was able to catch a fleeting glance of the famous 'Copa Girls' while they sat in front of mirrors doing their hair and makeup, getting ready for their upcoming late night performance. At the rear of the dressing room was a door that went directly into a private lounge. I had overheard other Sands Corporation employees 'whisper' about a secluded, private VIP bar where headlining performers could drink and socialize, away from the prying eyes of the public and press. I always had my doubts that such a hidden refuge actually existed, but obviously, it did. The room wasn't that large, but big enough that twenty or thirty people could comfortably congregate. There was a large oak bar in the center of the room that was surrounded by eight tables. At the far end of the space was a small dance floor and several couples were dancing provocatively to Count Basie's big-band swing music. The lounge was very extravagantly decorated, with large oak columns in the ceiling that matched the bar, and there was even a small fireplace inlaid into the wall, that was encompassed by opulent marble masonry. Aside from the oak dance floor, the rest of the room had thick, cut pile, beige carpet and it felt like I was sinking in several inches as I walked on it. I had never been in such a luxurious room in my entire life. All of the members of the 'Rat Pack' were drinking and laughing as they talked boisterously to each other. There were also about a dozen tall, beautiful women milling about, as they sipped their drinks and chatted up the men. They looked like they had just come off a catwalk at a Paris fashion show and I immediately felt anxious and apprehensive when I noticed their eyes meeting mine, while they haughtily sized me up. Thank God Sam didn't notice my reaction, because his attention was immediately drawn to the most important man in the room, Frank Sinatra. "Sam, how are you?" Sinatra belted out, causing the room to momentarily go quiet. "I'm doing great Frankie, and it's been too damn long," he said, moments before they affectionately embraced. "Seeing you Sam reminds me how much I miss Chicago." "Chicago huh?" Sam said, smiling. "The only way I can see you now is to come out to the Desert." Their conversation was momentarily put on pause when Sinatra's eyes moved from Sam's to mine. "And just who is this stunning young woman?" "This is my friend, Doris," Sam said, a slight smile breaking across his face while he watched Frank indecorously inspect me. "It's such a pleasure to meet you Mr. Sinatra," I said, gushingly. "Your performance this evening was just amazing." His eyes met mine and then traveled slowly to Sam's. It was as if the old friends were communicating using a visual, unspoken language. "I'm glad you enjoyed it baby and call me Frank," he said nonchalantly, his eyes briefly meeting mine before they resumed their travels up and down my body. "Why don't you get us some drinks honey," Sam said, as I felt his hand glide deftly along my ass. "Of course Sam," I said smiling, as I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek while my eyes never fully broke contact with Sinatra's. I stepped up to the bar and ordered drinks for Sam and I. Almost instantly, I could feel the heavy stares and gaping eyes of the other women. I immediately got the feeling that they were all vying for the attention of Mr. Sinatra and my presence was somehow upsetting the social hierarchy of the women in the room. While waiting for the drinks, I glanced behind me and nonchalantly watched Frank and Sam who were now in a deep discussion whispering into each other's ear. Obviously, I had no idea what was being said, but every few seconds, they shot glances in my direction which made me suspect I was the central topic of their dialogue. I felt Sam and Frank's eyes on me as I walked towards them carrying the drinks. I knew that look: That lustful, hungry, libidinous stare that made me both nervous and giddy in anticipation of what the rest of the evening might bring. "Thank you doll," Sam said, as I handed him the drink and slid against him, feeling his arm wrap securely around my waist, pulling me into him tight. Before I could ask Frank another question about his performance, Sam broke the brief silence. "Frankie invited us back to his suite for a nightcap." Even though Sam didn't blatantly come out and say the words, I knew full well the implications of agreeing to go to Frank's suite with Sam. The look in their eyes told me that both men were expecting much more than just a drink. God. Two men at once. That was something I had never done before, or honestly even contemplated. My slight hesitation had sent the wrong message. The look on both of their faces told me that I had sent them the unintended signal that I wasn't interested. "Trust me baby, we'll make it worth your while," Frank said smoothly, giving me a boyishly handsome smile. Money? That was the last thing I was thinking about. "Of course I'd love to get a drink with both of you," I said shyly, my heart racing at the implication of my words. I couldn't help but feel a measure of vengeful pride while witnessing the malevolent looks from the women in the lounge as I exited with Frank and Sam. These men could have had any of them, but for some reason, they chose me and that gave me a feeling of exhilaration and consternation as I wondered how the rest of our evening would play out. A private elevator whisked us from the backstage of the Copa Room up to the 17th floor and within minutes, the three of us were inside the Presidential Suite. It was even more opulent and more extravagantly decorated than Sam's suite, something that I wouldn't have imagined possible. Frank walked to the bar and poured each of us three fingers of Jack Daniels. "Sam and I have some business to discuss doll. Why don't you go into the master bedroom and freshen up and we'll join you in a few minutes." I leaned in and kissed Sam hard on the mouth, taking him a bit by surprise. I then took my drink and downed it in one gulp, feeling the bourbon burn all the way down to my toes. I playfully rubbed the front of Frank's trousers, feeling his cock twitch and come to life inside the confines of his pants. "Don't keep me waiting too long boys," I said saucily, before turning and walking towards the double doors of the master suite, my heels clicking on the white marble floor. I felt buzzed and relaxed; the alcohol was definitely giving me confidence that I would not normally had. The bright lights of the Las Vegas Strip were shining through the large floor to ceiling windows. There was a large king size bed in the back of the large room and dark oak furniture on either side. I walked into the bathroom and took the pins out of my hair letting the 'beehive' down as my long blonde locks curled gently around my face and down over my shoulders. I slipped out of my little black dress and began to remove my bra, when I stopped and paused for a moment. Leave something to the imagination and let them unwrap their present. I decided to leave my heels on as well. If they wanted them off, they could take them off too. I applied a bit more red lipstick and gave myself a quick once-over. The sexy red lace bra was holding my large breasts up perfectly and even letting just a little of my milky white flesh spill out over the top. The sexy little red lace panties were hugging my round hips impeccably. Perfect. Hesitantly, I walked back out into the master bedroom. Sam and Frank were both sitting up in the bed, their backs resting comfortably on the headboard while the sheet covered them to the waist. Immediately, their eyes began to drink me in. "Got room for one more boys?" I said playfully. Both Sam and Frank faces split into huge grins. I could tell they liked my bold, saucy attitude. Thankfully, the alcohol was helping me give them what they wanted. "C'mon in baby, the water's fine," Frank said enthusiastically while tapping the empty space in the middle of the bed between himself and Sam. I walked over to the foot of the bed, sexily crawled between them and then over to Sam to passionately kiss him, my tongue lustfully dancing in his mouth. Dance with the one that brought ya, I thought. I barely noticed Frank sliding over towards us, and moments after I broke the intense embrace with Sam, he possessively pulled my head towards him; our lips and tongues meeting hotly. Seeing that I had been momentarily tied up with Frank, Sam slid out from underneath the covers exposing his naked body and swiftly moved behind me. As we continued to kiss, Frank reached up, unhooked, and removed my bra in one smooth, deft motion. I moaned as his hands roughly played with my exposed breasts and nipples. Almost immediately, I felt Sam slide my panties down my thighs until they reached my knees. I attempted to spread my legs further to give him better access, but my panties were now limiting the further expansion of my loins. While Frank continued to play with my breasts and roughly assaulted my mouth with his probing tongue, Sam was behind me aggressively nibbling and licking the cheeks of my derriere. I cried out when Frank broke our hot kiss and then twisted my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while Sam almost simultaneously ran his teeth lewdly over my bottom. I had never experienced anything like this. The boys I had been with in high school were never this aggressive. Although it was a bit disconcerting at first, their forceful style was far from unwelcome, once I relaxed and adapted myself to it. Frank broke our passionate kiss and then lay back until he was resting on the headboard of the bed. He then opened his legs wide revealing his long, throbbing shaft that was dripping in anticipation and I instantly knew what he wanted. While I was settling between Frank's legs, it hit me that they were both naked in bed together before I had entered the room. Not that there was necessarily anything wrong with that, but it did make me wonder how many times they had shared a woman, since they were obviously comfortable with each other's naked bodies. "Get that fine ass up in the air doll," Sam said huskily, from behind me. I took Frank's engorged cock in my mouth while complying with Sam's request. He wasn't the longest I had seen, but he had a very thick shaft with a beautiful mushroom head and he tasted magnificent in my mouth. While I tried to relax my throat muscles and work Frank down deeper, Sam roughly got my panties off, which was no small task, as he worked the intricate lace over my heels which were still on. Frank was moaning and gasping by virtue of the nice slow rhythm I settled into while working his cock in and out of my mouth. My tempo was interrupted though when I felt Sam's hands on my cheeks spreading them apart and sinking his tongue into my vagina. My body spasmed almost uncontrollably when Sam's tongue penetrated then licked the walls of my vagina. Involuntarily, Frank's cock slipped out of my mouth when I let out a low moan from the endeavors of Sam's very talented tongue. "Get that cock back in your mouth baby," Frank said smiling, in a faux irritated tone. Cautiously, I got Frank's shaft back into my mouth and I continued to fellate him while trying to ignore Sam's very talented ministrations to my pussy. His cock was throbbing inside my mouth and throat when I expelled it to run the tip of my tongue along the thick veins on the underside of his penis. "Fuck, she has a hot little mouth Sam," Frank said, between grunts while I coated him in my saliva. "You should taste her hot little pussy Frank, I haven't had anything this good since Phyllis." It surprised me that they were talking about me like I wasn't even in the room, and honestly, it just made me hotter and want them both more. I engulfed Frank's cock into my mouth while Sam was licking the secretions from the inside of my thighs. I was so hot and wet I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted one of them inside me. God, Sam had the most amazing tongue I have ever felt. Compared to the guys in my high school who would seem to haphazardly lick me, Sam was an adept expert in the art of cunglingus, who seemed to know exactly where to put his mouth that would give me maximum pleasure. However, it was as if he could sense when I was about to orgasm, and when I was close, he would withdraw his tongue which would take me right up to edge, but never let me go over it. After several minutes of this abhorrent tease, I just wanted release. "Please Sam," I whimpered and begged moments after Frank's cock slipped out of my mouth, "just put your cock inside of me, please." "You think I should give this little tramp what she wants Frankie?" "Hell no, I like the sound of her begging, make her beg some more." Sam withdrew his tongue from my hot, wet vagina and ran it upwards over my asshole causing me to shake and moan in anticipation. "She's been a good girl Frankie, and I have to know what this hot, tight little pussy feels like." I promptly took Frank's cock back into my mouth which caused him to moan. The last thing I wanted was for Frank to talk Sam out of giving me what I desperately needed. I felt Sam position himself behind me and run his cock over the engorged, puffy lips of my vagina, splitting them. He then found my opening and slowly sank into me in one, long, hard thrust which caused me to cry out. He didn't feel as long as some of the boys I had been with, but he felt incredibly thick. Sam rested his hands on the sides of my ass and began roughly pistoning in and out of me. I gasped with Frank's cock in my mouth and pushing back on Sam, meeting his hard thrusts. "My cock had better not come out of your mouth baby," Frank said between gasps. I quickly took his length down as far as I could into my throat while Sam continued to pound me hard. I was so worked up from his talented tongue, I couldn't hold my orgasm back and I shook violently as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Upon recovering, I was ecstatic to learn that Frank's cock hadn't come out of my mouth. Sam seemed to be spurred on by my orgasm and started to fuck me even harder; something that I didn't think was possible. After several more minutes of very intense hammering, Sam started to tense up behind me. It was something that Frank must have noticed as well. "Don't you dare cum in her," Frank said, as he smiled at Sam. Sam withdrew his cock from me and caught his breathe. "Let's switch. You have to feel this tight little pussy and I've been dying to know what her mouth is like, from the moment I saw her." I watched in amazement as the two men traded places in the large bed. It was like a perfectly choreographed movement and I couldn't believe how seamlessly both of them moved beside me as they exchanged places. They had definitely done this before. I took a second to inspect the new cock in front of me. Sam's penis looked just like it felt. It wasn't overly long, but it was very thick with a large head that was much bigger and much veinier than Frank's. Without hesitation, Sam thrust himself forward and his cock slipped between my lips and entered my mouth. I was taken aback by the contrasting taste of the two penises, until I realized I was tasting my pussy on Sam's cock. Experiencing the tangy, sweet flavor of myself on him added to what was already a very lubricious evening. Just as I was settling into a nice rhythm with Sam in my mouth, I felt Frank press his cock onto the petals of my vagina. "God, she's so fucking wet Sam," I heard from behind me. I looked up into Sam's eyes, but they were closed and he appeared to be in another sensuous, carnal world of his own as I fellated him. Frank withdrew his penis and I felt his fingers enter me instead, causing me to gasp. He moved them in and out of me for several seconds before retracting them. I then heard loud sucking sounds as he licked my wetness from his fingers. "Goddamn," he said approvingly. Seconds later, I felt the head of his cock press against my aperture again. Frank very smoothly split my lips and entered me. He wasn't quite as thick as Sam, but God, he still felt amazing. He placed his hands on the small of my back and very slowly and exquisitely began moving himself inside of me. His style was nothing like Sam's hard, pounding, rutting. Frank took his time and settled into nice and easy pace. It was a welcome change and I could very easily work Sam's cock in and out of my mouth in time to Frank's leisurely, unhurried movements. After several minutes, I could feel my orgasm start to build and I moved my hand between my legs to find my clit. With just a few gentle rubs I felt a very powerful orgasm quickly build and overwhelm me. Once I had recovered, I noticed that Frank had quickened his pace. Also, Sam had his hands in my hair and was forcefully pulling my head forward causing me to take his cock deeper into my throat. He started to buck his hips wildly and I decided to just remain still and lock my lips around his shaft so he could control the pace. Frank was now pounding me incredibly hard. His hand had also moved from the small of my back to my ass and I felt his thumb slide into my asshole. There was some pressure and a bit of light pain, but almost immediately an incredibly erotic sensation overtook me. His cock felt so much larger in me now and my moaning and grunting had become noticeably louder with the introduction of another appendage in my last orifice. "Oh yeah, Sam, she loves having her ass played with," Frank said between low guttural grunts. Sam was in another world as he continued to fuck my mouth hard and fast, pushing himself closer. I could feel the men start to stiffen up and I knew both were close. I once again reached between my legs and rubbed my fingertips over my clit. The three of us went over the cliff together. Sam's hand held my head steady as he erupted into my mouth shooting ropes of his semen across my tongue and down my throat. Almost at the same time, Frank grunted and his hips bucked wildly, as I felt him ejaculate deep inside me. The three of us collapsed in a pile on that huge bed and it took several minutes for our labored breathing to return to normal. The men poured themselves a drink from a bottle that was on the bedside table and it was almost as if they had forgotten I was there. They began talking about some Senate subcommittee hearing and I felt it was a good time to take my leave. An Evening at the Copa I slipped into the bathroom, cleaned up as best I could and tried to make myself presentable. After getting dressed, I walked back out into the bedroom, which caused the men to finally acknowledge my presence. "I'm going to be back in town in a few months baby, and I'm definitely going to be asking for you," Sam said, as his face broke into a wide smile. "And anytime you want to see a show, just ask for my assistant and he'll be more than happy to provide you with tickets doll," Frank said, between sips of his whiskey. "I'll never forget tonight, thank you both," I said, as I tried to force the best saucy smile I could while fighting back the urge to yawn. They had both completely worn me out, and all I wanted was a few hours of sleep. I began walking towards the bedroom door and Sam's voice broke me out of my reflection. "Don't forget your money baby, it's on the bar in the other room," Sam said, without looking at me, and then he continued listening intently to Frank talk about some FBI Investigation. That's right, the money. I took one last look at the naked men lying in the bed, drinking their whiskey, and reminiscing about better times, then I walked out of the bedroom. When I stopped at the bar, my jaw dropped. After counting it, I stuffed ten one-hundred dollar bills into my bra. It was quite a walk down the hallway to the elevator, and then through the casino towards the cab stand and my tired brain raced while playing back the events of the best evening of my life. As I approached the coat check area, I paused for a moment and watched Mary struggle with two large winter coats. Just outside her door, two older men were frowning while they waited impatiently on her. She'd probably be doing that mindless, thankless job for the rest of her life. After the amazing evening that I had just experienced, being a whore for a couple more years didn't sound all that bad.