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Bad Sex

By: Malinov



Ben looked up from his book, a thick black Penguin with age tinted pages. The silver bus, a dusty behemoth with black tinted windows and a guttural engine, pulled into the small station drive.

"There she is," said a man to his wife. Ben turned to look at the couple, the only other people waiting for the bus. The silver-haired man looked at his watch and then pulled their tickets from his jacket pocket. The wife, a small, tight-lipped woman, held a big orange bag with a hug in her lap. "C'mon, Beth," said the man, rising. The woman stood slowly, trembling slightly. 

Ben closed his book and pushed it into his jean pocket. Diesel fumes belched into the stale summer air as the driver shut off the engine. Ben coughed and stood up, stretching his long limbs high toward the pale blue sky. The sun blazed over the gas station building across the street, starting the early morning with a bright stroke of heat. The driver, a sturdy serious looking man in a blue cotton shirt, opened the door of the bus with a pneumatic rush and stepped out. The couple stood waiting at the bottom.

"Make yourselves comfortable," the driver said. "We'll be leaving in about ten minutes." Clipboard in hand, he walked into the station. Ben watched the driver pour a cup of coffee before he leaned over the counter to speak with the big red-headed woman. Ben walked down toward the street, away from the thick blue-grey cloud of hovering smoke.

"I'm going to be in that trap long enough," he said, squinting as the sunshine bit his eyes. "No reason to rush in." The grey-haired man helped Beth mount the steps into the bus. Ben looked down the long empty road. "Damn," he said. "I'll be glad to get out of here."

"All right," the driver said loudly. Ben turned to see him wave. Walking back up the drive, he pulled the old book from his back pocket and clutched it familiarly. The tall silver bus roared to life. Ben lifted a foot up on the black rubber mat as the machine shuddered. "Ready to roll?" asked the driver with a smile.

"Let's lose this place," said Ben, climbing into the dark, cool cabin. "Next stop, Paradise." The driver chuckled and closed the door behind him.

The couple sat in the third row back on the right, behind the driver, close enough to see the road and far enough to have some privacy. Ben nodded to the man as he passed and kept moving down the aisle until he reached the very back. Plopping down on the bluish-grey seat, Ben leaned back and ceremoniously opened his book. At least, he thought, there would be plenty of time to read.

Ben quickly lost himself in the tale of old Russia as the dusty American plains rolled past the tinted windows. The heat of the day slowly infected the faintly cooled cabin of the bus until Ben could feel his t-shirt begin to cling to his chest. He sat up and looked out the window. Flat fields stretched out for miles, broken only by the rhythmic cycle of three oil pumps and a thin line of oaks near the white farm house. The dusty plume of an unseen pickup, hidden by the silver shimmers of wheat, traced a intersecting course toward the highway. Ben shifted to the left and opened his Turgenev.

Twenty pages more had gone by when the bus stopped. Ben looked out the window to see the small station, very like the one they had just left. A sign above the door read, "Rotenburg". Ben smiled, imagining the abuse such a name would incur. A dozen passengers began to embark. Ben opened his book and stared intently at the yellowed pages. More than anything, he feared the companionship of some talkative yokel during the next three hundred miles. Ben exuded anti-social vibes.

Ben didn't dare look up, but he could sense the presence of someone nearby, and felt them sit down across the aisle. Sneaking a peek up the bus, Ben relaxed slightly. Everyone had taken a seat. The bus bounced over a curb as the angry engine growled and Ben stared again into the old tale of the disrespectful son.

Miles drifted by and the chatters of quiet conversation began to drone in Ben's ears. The words seemed to stop and linger as his thoughts faded into a lethargic descent toward sleep. Ben closed his eyes and let the cool pause comfort him. The bus jumped as it changed lanes to pass, and Ben could feel the stiffness growing in his back. Ben shook his head vigorously and stretched.

She sat across the aisle, scribbling in a notebook perched upon her thigh. Ben stopped and stared for a brief moment at the pretty girl. Thick, fine hair of a pale brown that flirted with being blonde hung down past her shoulders. A bony knee pushed out of a tattered hole in her faded jeans. Her dark painted lips seemed to recite something as she wrote. She hunched over her work, shrouding her chest between her thin bare tanned arms, cast in a dull pink t-shirt with a faded tiny bow at the end of her short sleeve.

Ben looked back into his book, holding it so that the title would be visible to the girl across the aisle. He didn't want to talk to her as much as he wanted her to admire his literary choice. She popped a bubble. Ben looked up. She looked the other way, stretching. Full breasts, firm and round as ripe citrus, pressed forward, clad tightly in dull pink. Ben's eye's widened and focussed. The circular impression of underlying nipples in the cotton of her shirt sparked a burst of fire in Ben's blood. She turned back and Ben buried himself in his book.

Ben couldn't read a single word of _Fathers and Sons_. It might as well have been written in Russian. He peeked back across the aisle, unable to contain himself. The nipple of her right breast seemed like a shadow under the faded t-shirt. Ben looked back at the book. His heartbeat pounded in his ear. He looked back over, to see the profile of her breast as it jiggled in the steady gentle bounce of the bus ride.

"Magnificent," he thought, his gaze enchanted by the vision.

"Good book?" she asked, smiling. Ben jumped slightly.

"All right," he said.

"I can't read in a bus," she said.

"Yeah," Ben said, turning over the book to look at the cover. "Usually I can, but I can't seem to concentrate today. Probably should have brought something lighter."

"I just can't," she said. "It gives me a headache."

"I've heard people say that," Ben said. "I don't have any trouble."

"You're lucky," she said. "Reading would be a good way to kill this ride."

"Yeah. But you can write?"

"Well, the bouncing ruins my handwriting."

"I'll bet," said Ben, smiling.

"Besides," she said. "I just jot down words. It's not really writing."

"Sounds like writing."

"Yeah," she said. "I guess so."

"My name's Ben," he said, reaching across the aisle.

"Kathy," she replied, grabbing her purse and scooting over. "Do you mind?" she asked.

"Come on over," he said, pushing over toward the window.

"Going anywhere?" Kathy asked.

"Yeah," said Ben. "I have a friend in Des Moines."

"Hey, me too," she said. "I guess this is a good time for visiting."

"Long overdue," said Ben.

"You know what I think," said Kathy in a hushed voice. "Long bus rides remind me of bad sex."

"Really," said Ben, flushed and eager. "I can't say I ever made that comparison. How do you mean?" His eyes cast a glance down, to see Kathy's nipples tighten.

"Well," she said, laughing. "It's a bouncy ride which seems to last forever. It makes my butt sore and I feel lucky just to get it over with."

"The scenery is dull and it makes me sweat," Ben added.

"The noises are awful," Kathy added. Ben laughed.

"I guess you're right," he said. "The bus to Des Moines is a lousy lay."

"But good company can almost make it worth while."

"I don't know about that," said Ben. "I guess we do what we have to and enjoy what we can."

"I like that," said Kathy. 

"You have a lot of bad sex?"

"More than I want to remember. You?"

"Hell," said Ben. "All I can remember."

"Why do we do it?"

"Bad sex is better, on the average, than no sex."

"Just barely," said Kathy.

"Besides, we can't tell it's bad until we get there."

"So you leave a relationship if the sex is bad?"

"No," said Ben, thoughtfully. "I guess I don't always. I'm always hoping, I guess, that one of these days she'll relax and have some fun."

"Frigid?"

"I wouldn't say that. Just unimaginative."

"Wow," said Kathy, "that's it exactly. Boring."

"How boring?"

"Bam, bam," Kathy said, jerking her pelvis up with each stroke, "bam bam bam."

"Ooh," said Ben, "what a waste." Kathy blushed and laughed.

"Some guys think a hard dick push is all a girl wants."

"You want variety," said Ben.

"Variety," said Kathy. "Imagination."

"I've had girls reject anything that even smacks of creative."

"So stupid."

"You know what the bored cannibal said? 'Missionary? Again?'"

"Good one. Really? Just lay back and spread their legs?"

"You know it, sister. I have this one friend," Ben paused. "She absolutely refused to get on top."

"No," said Kathy. "I love to be on top. Control the beat."

"Yeah. I wanted to see those titties bounce." Ben felt the sweat roll down his cheek and looked at Kathy. She turned away, shyly, and he stared as her nipples hardened beneath the damp cotton shirt.

"You like tits?" she asked in a whisper.

"I love them," Ben said seriously. "Sometimes I think I could squeeze and suck her tits all night. Just loving them."

"Oh," said Kathy gently. She squirmed slightly.

"She won't let me behind her, neither."

"Wow," said Kathy. "But at least guys can get blowjobs." Ben shook his head slowly, smiling. "Jeezus," she said. "I didn't know there were girls like that still running around."

"More than you'd guess. I've had a few who would suck my dick, but they hardly even know how to get started. Only one or two really got into it. None of them will swallow, anyway. I'd love to have a girl who would. One always spit it out. I hated that worst of all. It made me feel filthy."

"I can't believe it. I mean, I love giving head. Really and truly. It's like playing a musical instrument. You hit the right notes and . . . I love the taste." Kathy licked her lips. "I swallow," she said softly.

"Mmmm," said Ben. "I would, I mean, I love to drink a girl's juice. The taste of a hot pussy is one of the best things I know. And I've known girls who wouldn't let my tongue near them." Kathy struck Ben on the arm.

"You're lying," she said with a laugh.

"No, I'm not," said Ben, rubbing his bicep. "She will not let me lick her. She tells me it's just gross." He mocked her shrill voice.

"Wow," said Kathy. "I've had head once, I mean real make me squeal head. He left me. I've regretted that one ever since."

"Yeah, good sex is hard to find."

"Damn hard," agreed Kathy.

"It's not just the dull ones, either. Some chicks are just a little weird, you know lots of leather and rubber and shit."

"I've known some creepy guys," said Kathy. "Although I don't mind a little spanking and tying, you know, if I really know the guy."

"I understand," said Ben. "I don't think that's weird. I've done a little spanking myself."

"What bugs me is the power games."

"Like?"

"Well, some guys seem more interested in being the guy that fucks me. You know, showy stuff, dominating stuff."

"I had one girlfriend who always wanted to do it in public. You know, at picnics behind the bushes, or at ball games or in the theatre. Once she gave me a blowjob at a restaurant, getting under the table."

"No shit?" asked Kathy, her nipples tight, the aroma of her musk permeating the bus.

"It was wild. I think the waiter knew, but he kept cool. She was a trip."

"I'll bet. Imaginative."

"Definitely imaginative."

The bus rolled rapidly down the long, even highway until it reached the outskirts of Des Moines.

"Look, Kathy," said Ben. "Do you think maybe you would want to get together, you know, while we're in town?"

"It's probably not a good idea," said Kathy. "I mean, I came to see this friend of mine for the week, and I don't think I'll be able to get away."

"Yeah," said Ben. "I guess that's true. Still, I've really enjoyed our talk. We should really get together sometime."

"Are you taking the bus next Saturday?" she asked.

"Sunday."

"Change buses and go back on Saturday," Kathy suggested. Ben smiled.

"I'll try."

The bus pulled into the station, a slightly larger replica of the others. Ben looked out the window. Standing on the platform, he saw Susan standing patiently in a soft white frock. He smiled quietly. It had been so long since he had seen her, and Ben tried to feel enthusiastic. Kathy leaned over him, pushing a firm breast softly against his cheek. Ben kissed the supple cotton.

"Ooh," said Kathy. A tall, muscular boy with sandy blonde hair stood waiting in a white t-shirt and jeans. Kathy leaned back into her seat. She opened her notebook and ripped out a page. Scribbling furiously, she handed the paper to Ben.

"I'll be at my uncle's place," she explained. "Call me in the morning and we'll see what we can manage." Kathy put her hand on Ben's lap and squeezed his stiff prick. He kissed her. Kathy shook her head. "I don't know how much bad sex I can stand. Call me."

Ben folded the paper and pushed it between the pages of his old Penguin. He followed Kathy, watching the smooth circles of her bottom as she walked down the aisle. As he reached the doorway, the blast of July heat steamed in. Ben took a quick glance at his book and caught a glimpse of the scrap of white paper hidden within. He nonchalantly pushed the paperback into his pocket, confident. There wasn't a chance unimaginative Susan would ever read between the lines. 

Bad Sex



Well first off, this is set in the Jazz Age, otherwise known as 1920-1930. Plenty of things said won't make much sense to anyone born after then. So here is a little listing of said terms and an explanation.

baby grand-muscle bound, not quite but same idee

bimbo-This is a guy, more or less a heavy or bouncer

breezer-convertible, that is a car for the dim

icebox-fridge, fairly sure most know that

cut a rug, wiggle-dancing

gigolo-guy dancing with a woman

gasper, fag, ciggy-cigarette

jalopy-car, any old car, and not always an old car, just what is said about any car you see

ankle-walk, as in instead of take a walk, it's go for an ankle

junk-opium, wasn't illegal but many places wouldn't let you use there

joint-store, diner, really any building that is not a house or apartment building

juice, hooch-alcohol

brown-whiskey

brown plaid-irish whiskey

belt-drink of alcohol, used to talk about a shot or glass of, along with drinking it

neck-making out

nookie-seriously you need an answer to this, oh fine it's sex

pol-polish

celestial-chinese though usually all oriental

mick-irish

shine box-place where blacks go as customers, good portion of the band members are black

colored-come on seriously, fine a black person

burlesque-strippers, that didn't strip fully, not even to panties only, at least for this time period

vaudeville-comics, jugglers, magicians, tap dancers, so forth

check-in this instance it is about promising something later, kissing or sex

dough, simoleans-cash you dork

ace-dollar bill

coffin varnish-bad hooch, may or may not be dangerous to drink

monitor top-earliest fridge that I found a listing of online, look it up

skirt-woman

fella-holy crap, you lot are dense

Think that is all of them, if I skipped one my apologies though all of them can be found online with an explanation on what it means, how I know most of them. One other thing, to tell you when this is set, there is mention of the arrest of Hatry, that happened around thirty days before Black Tuesday and the start of the Great Depression. 

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The lot of us are holding the pose and breathing heavy, the crowd is clapping and some cheering, when the curtain goes down. Finally we lose the pose and scram. For my part I want a gasper and get in my do rags, got a new joint. Hopefully it is gay and not some cheap joint with coffin varnish.

Reaching my section of our closet our boss calls a changing room I drop in the chair and pull out my bag. Ciggy in hand I lean back to let my heart stop dancing a jig when there is a face over me, and hands to my shoulders. All sudden like so I am so going to have kittens. Also squeak at a good volume getting everybody to laugh.

"Mary don't you be having kittens, want a fag. Got someplace hip to the jive?" Fish out my hope chest and offer up a gasper.

"Got word on a new joint. All down low on it though so no idea if it's a line or Jake."

"Is it a shine box?" Look over at Amanda and shrug.

"All's I know is it's a new joint and they want Jane's to show."

"Well come on spill, who told you?"

"A celestial was going around talking to skirts. He came over and shined it on thick but apparently it will be a hip joint with good hooch and Jazz."

"So taking a taxi?" Shake my head.

"My dogs are good enough to ankle, and it's not that far, four streets."

"Mary your place is five streets." Look over at Amanda and wink.

"Different path, though I would be two streets off mine. Once I blow the joint the place with Jake joe is on the way home."

"Well get in your glad rags I'll come along. Joe's on me if it's a stinker." Smile up at Britney.

"Sounds Jake." Look over at Amanda and she shakes her head.

"Pass, do want to hear about the joint on the morrow. Do be sure and not get taken for a ride."

"Not me, even the hood like me."

Get in my glad rags then spend a bit to get the munitions off. Chorus line makes us lay it on thick and not in a pleasing way. Warpaint off I lay out my munitions and get it on then Britney grabs my arm and we scram. Going ankle isn't a fast path, also have to watch out for the drugstore cowboys, many of those are rummy or a piker.

Still we make our way, pass a bull here and there, but for the most part it's clean sailing. Just a bunch of regular joes, mostly going nowhere. This is not a place for joints, why a juice joint is proper. Hide it in a place there ain't joints, hopefully the bull don't take an interest in closing it. At least if it is Jake anyway.

Reaching the place we find they have a doorman. Course he is sitting on the stoop with another at the door, both sucking on a gasper. Looking for all the world like a couple fellas that live here. It is a big building and the doorman is eyeing us as we get closer.

"Howdy dolls."

"Howdy right on back, we are looking for a belt of brown plaid." The fella smiles and stands up, he is a baby grand bimbo that is for sure.

"Well come on in, shall lay it out first though. Don't bring or use junk here. Don't take to that, if you enjoy do it elsewhere. You may want to lay off the brown plaid, we got high end hooch. If you be wanting nookie pay no particulars, ain't got a side room."

"Sitting Jake with us." Britney puts in and nod along with a smile.

We get a smile back out of the bimbo then he is opening the door for us. Inside it is the definite bee's knee's. Got a band set up in the back, bar is to the left, and they got tables to the right. Small tables with chairs all over so you can find a place to sit if you get tired. Then the band is starting up and they got a good band.

They are beating out a good beat, makes me want to get on out there and find a gigolo. Britney pulls me after for the bar. Suppose a good belt is a right proper start, make sure they got the high end here. Bartender is easy to get and he lays us a couple martini. Britney wants a gasper so fish out the hope chest and we both get one, then the fella next to wants one.

Have to say, the juice in this joint is high end, makes a gal almost goofy for it. Decide to see about getting me a gigolo now so go on out there and put the wiggle on. Get me a fine fella right off, dressed to the nines in his suit. A brown suit with vest and necktie, even has him a fedora. We cut the rug for a while.

Finally we head over to a table and park it there. Wave my hand at my face some since I am tired, been a long day. Then I get his fedora so wave that at me. 

"Glad days, not often a fella hands over his top to fan."

"This fella is half thinking of taking it back, you don't stop." Giggle and hand his fedora back.

"Dancer here, chorus line girl."

"With the skirt you blew in with?" Nod and smile.

"Think the whole line will come tomorrow, not a shine box and good hooch."

"Wish I was sticking around, going on the lam tomorrow."

"What did you do?"

"Not done yet, hitting up a bank."

"Lay off the lines, you don't have to shine one on." He smiles and shakes his head.

"God's truth."

"Well I'll be sure and check the paper. Rested enough to get the wiggle on again?" He pulls out a pocket watch and checks it then smiles at me.

"Due back in a couple hours, let's go cut some more rug."

Grab his hand and back out there we go. He can definitely cut a good rug, we are out there dancing so well we get space to really cut it. Cut it we do, twirls, leans, and leaps all come in and our fellow dancers are just grungy at our antics. The band keyed in on us rather quickly and gave us a lively tune.

Finally though we stop again, to plenty of clapping as we head for a table. Sitting down he fans me with his hat, in between doing it to himself.

"Definitely going to sleep well tonight." Giggle and shake my head.

"Not if you are a fish."

"Not a fish, third hit. Just the first here." Reach across the table and grab his hand.

"Well then nervous is understandable. Also fairly sure you should blow this joint." He fishes out his pocket watch and sighs.

"Yep, I should scram. Just was hoping for nookie." Smile at him then look around and hold up a finger to him.

He doesn't move as I drop below the table and crawl over to him. He starts when I grab the buttons of his pants. Then I am opening him up, boxers give me trouble on getting him out in the air but he is sitting tall and ready in no time. Spit shine him some, tastes good and can check, he doesn't look dangerous or anything.

Just bob my head on his lap for a while. He tastes good and this is sort of fun, though I need to get him in me so I'll stick with the teachings of God. His hands in my hair guiding me on the moving is nice enough, then his hips are bouncing and I better climb on. Climb up him until I am atop his knees then work on getting my dress up above my cooch.

Bared to his cock I slide forward then grab hold and rise above. Lining us up I settle atop then bounce him in fully. Do that since I wasn't fully ready for a cock, never am though do find the men I give nookie handsome. Finally perched atop his legs with him buried fully I just sit there and move my hips.

Need to get more juices going and it feels good anyway. He is smiling at me then I start moving in earnest and this is nice. His cock moving in me feels nice and I am bouncing away happily. Fairly sure most of the people in the place are watching me bounce on him. Do know my bubs are moving, this makes my dress move so it's quite evident I am moving heavily on him.

My bouncing seems to be doing a number on him. His hands are going from helping me bounce on his cock to pinching at my nipples. Dress doesn't make it that easy to do but he is managing and I am feeling nice. Then he jerks and shoves up into me and I feel the warmth of his release. He keeps going, and pinching on my nipples.

I am quite surprised when I reach orgasm. Moan and collapse against him feeling very nice, and rather happy. Usually I have to take a hand to myself later to get off. He set me off so that is nice, though still not that wonderful of a time. Not that I will tell him that, he is going on the lam soon and I got a job so he won't ask me to come along and I probably won't see him again.

We just stay joined on the one chair for a bit then I am getting off. Get my dress in order then sit down knowing I will have to get it washed later. He is busy fixing his pants then he gets up and comes closer to grab my head. Moan into the kiss, it is a very nice kiss then he pulls back.

"Thanks doll." Smile at him.

"Thanks back, that was fun. Don't be taking no wooden nickels."

"Definitely not, hope to see you around."

"I'll be around."

Get left there, he has to get back and to bed after all. Look around and not seeing Britney so head for the bar. Same bartender as before so park on a stool and wave him over.

"Belt of brown and have you seen my friend?" He nods and goes after the hooch first.

"Skirt you got a martini with?" He asks when he returns so nod.

"We work together and I shared this joint so she ankled with. Figured we would share my bed for the night."

"Well skirt had a different opinion, left on the arm of a fella. Fairly sure he was one of the made men so she's pretty safe." Make a face.

"Depends on who made him, though at least us skirts are not shot at much." Bartender nods and leans on the bar right there.

"Honest I'm half jealous of that, my street is on the border so both side come along shooting some."

"My condolences. Give me another belt, bout time to blow this joint." He smiles and gets me a different bottle of whiskey.

"This will put a little hair on your chest." Can't help giggling and he makes himself a glass.

"Here now barkeep give me a belt of that one to." Older fella scoots over to sit next to me.

Bartender does him a glass as well so we all take the glass in hand. Raising it high we offer up a salute to late nights and good hooch then toss it back. Bout then I realize I know the fella next to me, he is a bull.

"Here now, aren't you supposed to be shutting these places down?" Get a smile out of him.

"Would lass, if I was not off duty. Most all of us come in to joints for a nice stiff belt now and then."

"Or every day." Bartender says and we all laugh.

"Have a bottle of medicinal for every day. So who was your friend?"

"Pleasant enough fella, good dancer. He perhaps shined one but I was agreeable to giving him nookie."

"Shined one about what?"

"Keep it down low, I liked him, but he made as how he is hitting a bank tomorrow." The bull frowns for a moment.

"News like that I should toss up, though do know you liked him, got to watch. Honest station not be hearing this from me, asides you never said which bank."

"He didn't either, mentioned how this would be his third hit so probably not the big banks." Both of the fellas frown at that.

"Honest I'm thinking they will hit one of the big banks, small banks don't have the dough." Bartender says with the bull nodding.

"I'm going with him on this. So how was your day?"

"Long, four sets today. One of the acts had a problem so we had to go out and do our set an extra time. Not to mention three hours of practice today, we got promised an hour of practice tomorrow."

"Here's to hoping, go on lass get on home."

Pat him on the shoulder and smile at the bartender then I am up and heading outside. Give a hug to the doorman, he whistled at me, then down the steps and off for the joe joint. It is a nice walk, little chilly so we are soon to winter time here. Not many people out, it is late after all and many work during the day.

Reaching the joe joint I go inside, it is actually a diner which is great because I am hungry. They got a new soda jerk, this one is colored so probably not popular with folk around here. Get a wave out of Frieda then she points for a booth so I go there. Sitting down as she comes over and I get a cup of joe right away, nice to come in often.

"You are late."

"New joint, it's a great place, good hooch." Frieda snorts and sits with me.

"So how was the nookie?"

"It was alright, fella said he will hit a bank later today so remind me to check the paper."

"Right there with you on that. Sorry about the not good nookie, you will find him eventually."

"Here's to hoping, though I got off with him so wasn't a complete wash." Take a sip of the joe and it occurs to me. "New jerk?"

"In a way, he was working in a different joint and it was trashed, he was not there at the time, so came around to ask after work here. Boss liked him, or rather his skill so we got a new jerk. Frank was moved to mornings, should be in shortly I think."

"Tempting me to ask for a malted. I am hungry though so you got anything special?"

"Got some old sinkers, man for those is coming in a few hours so need to get rid of them. I'll give you the lot for a nickel."

"Tempting to be sure, glazed?"

"Half are glazed."

"How many are we talking?" Frieda smiles and looks up.

"Dozen I think, round that many anyway."

"Alright, I will take that and you both are allowed to partake with, don't need a dozen."

Frieda hops up and gets the donuts on a plate for me. When the plate gets to me there are ten donuts, the new jerk took a couple with a bow to me. Was a funny bow, he put the two donuts, both glazed, on his head so he looked like Mickey Mouse. Frieda joins me in the booth and we have a fun time eating donuts, drinking joe, and just punching the bag.

Sun is coming up when I head for home. Be hard to be up in time though today we are coming in late, only an hour of practice after all. Number of fellas are off to work at the same time, makes me feel better since it's not that safe for a skirt out alone in the wee hours. Then I hear a scream and hot foot it.

I'm not going to let some horrible man do something to another skirt. Unless it is a made man, one doesn't go against them unless you are a made man. Even then it doesn't happen that often, they don't just kill each other as a general rule. Then I get closer and realize they are shouting at each other, an older fella and a skirt.

Doesn't look to be a married couple, though fairly sure the fella has a manacle on his finger. Then he is pressing the skirt up against a wall and they are getting up close to yell more. So whistle getting the fella to turn to look.

"Lay off the skirt."

"This is not your concern." He even points his finger at me so get to see he's got a manacle, definitely a married man, and seriously doubt it is to her.

"It is my concern since she is not your wife, lay off the skirt and get nookie out of your wife."

A few fellas have come closer, one even starts talking about calling for a bull. The fella let's go of the skirt and takes a few steps away from her.

"Fine have your girlfriend."

So saying he turns tale and walks away so I hurry over to her. She has slumped to the sidewalk and is crying now. Take a knee in front of her and shake until she looks up at me.

"Thanks, though he was just yelling." 

"Really should get a bull over, fairly sure he was after more than words." She shakes her head.

"He was my Pa."

"Doesn't always make a particular. Course I suppose I better ask, are you in need of a bed?"

"Yes, what the yelling was over." One of the fellas comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"She going to be alright?" Look up at him and nod.

"Going to take her home with me. Let her get on her feet."

"So long as you can afford to, fairly sure Father McMichael can find a bed for her."

"I can afford, I'm on a chorus line. Get her work so she can afford her own place, mine isn't big enough."

He nods and smiles then heads off for work. Look back at her and get a smile so help her up. Then we head for my apartment, it is a small apartment but the walls are not paper thin. Nice building even, and the street where we are is nice so there's no dangers. At least unless someone brings it along, which happens more often than should.

Not that it matters right now, the bad sorts are asleep now. Rest are going to work or will be soon. Don't see Mr. Smythe so will have to tell him about her later. Then we are at my apartment, fourth floor so it is a walk but cheap.

"I got a phone there if you want to call someone. Icebox is empty and no ice, I make enough to afford eating out."

"I can't dance." Smile and shake my head.

"I wasn't thinking you would join the line, full line anyway. At my theater you may find work at the snack stands, taking tickets, or perhaps even helping out one of the acts."

"What if I want to cook for you?"

"Well that would be welcome, do miss having a regular meal. Not sure how often I would be here for that, most days I get up and go to the theater for practice, spend a good portion of the night there then find a juice joint for dancing, some nookie."

"Could at least make breakfast." She has a point.

"Well in that case you need to talk to Mr. Smythe, manager of the building, and have him get a block of ice for this apartment. Do need to go down and collect it, also need to tell him you are staying for the time being."

"Why?" Sigh and roll my eyes.

"If there is a fire he will know how many lived in the building and can do a head count. Also if the bulls come around looking for you he won't yell at me for hiding you."

"So when is the ice going to be here?"

"Fairly soon I think, they get up early and start delivering before the sun is up. Takes a while to get here, their factory is north of town."

"So I should go run and find him?" Shake my head.

"I want to get to bed, been up all night and half the day before." She looks around and I sigh, it's not the cleanest.

"I'm not tired, so if you have some money I'll get the ice and groceries."

"Alright, pick up a paper as well." Go through my bag and hand over a buck fifty, after a moment I add in a quarter. "See if you can get the milkman, he is here in about an hour. Cleaning supplies in the closet there. Oh and what is your full name so I won't be a bunny when I see Mr. Smythe?" She giggles and holds out her hand to me.




Bad Sex



"Keelan MacGruder, pleased to meet you."

"Mary Appleton, pleased to make your acquaintance." We shake hands and I head for bed though stop at the door. "Oh shoot, bathroom is that door there. I have spare dresses if you want to wear something else or finding a job takes longer than we thought."

"What if I like staying here with you?"

"Well I suppose that would work, I get nookie at the juice joints and don't bring a fella home. Still be odd if one of us finds a fella. Suppose if us living together is agreeable all around we can find a bigger apartment." She smiles and waves so off to bed I go.

Wake up before my alarm, but not by all that much. Still blinking at the ceiling when it goes off. Roll over and reach out to turn the thing off, then I'm getting out of bed. Do stop to make it though have to turn around since I was halfway to the closet. Pulling out a great dress I then grab up clean garter and hose before heading for the shower.

Turn absolutely scarlet when I head for the bathroom because Keelan is sitting on the sofa. She was reading the paper then looks over at me. She turns back to the paper and I hot foot to the bathroom with plenty of sorry's filling the air. Shower taken I get to work on getting dressed, do skip makeup since I have to don the heavy duty stuff at the theater, waste of munitions let alone lipstick.

Back into the living room to sit next to Keelan. She doesn't say anything at first, and I do the same, so turned into a bunny since I can't think of what to say. Finally do think of something so turn to her.

"I am sorry I did that, I forgot you were here."

"Suppose we need to get used to that, only one bed and bathroom."

"Need to buy a nightshirt as well." Keelan giggles and shakes her head.

"I need the same, suppose we can make do without. I want to know what it's like in a juice joint."

"Well it's nice, plenty of fellas in them taking an interest in a skirt. You get your pick of fellas to give nookie to. Most wouldn't mind keeping a skirt so it is possible you won't need a job that long."

"So we only go to give out nookie?" Shake my head.

"I'm not a quiff, we go to a juice joint to dance, have a belt now and then, and talk to fellas. If he is an agreeable sort to you give out the nookie. If you are not interested just say so, though do say why. I find it is best to say you will take a check on nookie."

"So no simoleans to us?"

"No, juice joints are fairly good for meeting a fella. If you want to get a manacle on him you need to meet other places, they are just good for meeting him to begin with."

"Why have you not gotten goofy over a guy?" Sigh and look down.

"I keep meeting good fellas that don't give me good nookie. No reason to stick with a fella that gives bad nookie." 

"Not what Pa has been saying."

"Fellas don't care if a skirt enjoyed the nookie, they only want her to give it out. Father McMichael enjoys my confessions, complains if I don't get nookie at least once a week."

"I've always had a different Father. May as well make breakfast now."

Hop up with her, and get looked at so giggle some then we go make breakfast. We get a good breakfast, she got bacon, eggs, and sausage. Even get biscuits, these were made up and cut out then left on the pan. Get it all cooked up then to my table, that came with the apartment. Partly furnished is so nice, especially when the stove, table, and icebox are so big, along with heavy.

"Why did your pa give you the bum's rush?"

"Refused to marry the fella Pa picked. He was yelling about how I'm a three letter woman."

"You like fellas?" Keelan nods and shrugs.

"So long as he's not a dewdropper."

"Oh yeah those are terrible, do watch out for drugstore cowboys, not all of them live as well as their get up says, if it is nice still."

"What do we do if I can't get a job at your theater?"

"Well then we can try the other theaters, and if nothing else you can work in some other joint, diner perhaps."

Keelan nods then we finish off breakfast. Dirty goes in the sink, we can wash it later, like say when we get back or in the morning tomorrow. Course my morning is in the afternoon most of the time but then morning is when you get up anyway. Before we go I look over Keelan's dress, it is nice, but not really something you wear to a juice joint.

So we collect a good dress for her to wear tonight and that goes in my bag. Not a good fit but it does go so down the stairs we go. Talk to Mr. Smythe some to make sure I did want Keelan to move in and get ice along with milk. Then we are off shopping, Keelan needs a bag of her own. Get her a nice one like mine, not too big but big enough.

After shopping it is off to my theater. She is looking around at everything as we go in, then I get to guide her to management. Oddly enough I get pointed to a chair with her.

"Mary did you not get told there is a later practice?"

"I did get told that, Keelan here has just moved in with me. Family problems and she needs to get work. I figured we would ask here first." He grabs his chin and looks her over.

"Not in need of line girls."

"Keelan can't dance anyway, I was thinking snack stand or collecting tickets."

"Perhaps assisting one of the performers." Keelan puts in and we both look at her, then I look at him.

"I'm not sure on the performer part, we let them find their own people. Do you think you could make popcorn?"

"If you got someone to show me how once then yes I can make popcorn." Wave my hand.

"Don't forget about coneys." 

"I know how to cook those, just don't ask me to make one."

"Well then, let's go check the snack stands. Last time I just hired a skirt I got yelled at."

Us skirts are giggling as we all get up and out of his office. Find Olga in the big stand setting up the condiments for coneys. She looks at us when he whistles, I get smiled at, he is frowned at, and Keelan is just looked over.

"Least you learn lesson." I can't help laughing then pull out my hope chest to get a gasper. "Oh yes, one for me please." 

"Olga, Keelan here swears she can do popcorn after being shown how once, and can do a coney." Olga looks up from getting her gasper lit.

"Will find out. Why is asking?"

"Family troubles. I am helping her out but need to get her a job, I don't make that much." Olga nods and smiles.

"Yes this good. Come will show popcorn."

My boss swipes my gasper as we follow them to the stand itself. I get another one out while Olga explains how to make popcorn, it is easier than I thought. So then Keelan makes popcorn, adds the melted butter and salt as Olga directed before she started. Olga is smiling after and nods at us.

"Yes, hire she is agreeable."

"How much will I make?" Keelan asks before he can say anything.

"Well your job doesn't pay well, three aces a day. Payday is on Friday so you won't get much this payday." Keelan frowns and looks at me.

"Should I find another job?" Shake my head.

"Unless you decide to get your own place this pay is fine. Besides for all we know you will find a right fine fella to marry tonight." Olga snorts.

"Not all place are expensive like yours."

"I didn't want to live with Germans, I'm not German so I'd probably get beat anyway." Olga snorts and we both giggle."

"You said your place is cheap." Look up at my boss and wink.

"It is cheap, I live there alone and can afford to eat out every day. Course Keelan wants to at least make breakfast so bills went up."

"Well she is helping pay the bills now, give me another fag." Pull out my hope chest to find I'm low, three left so better go buy another one.

"You horrible man, smoking my gaspers." 

"Go buy another one. In fact buy me one."

I get handed enough for a hope chest so exit out the front door. Got a market down the street luckily so head that way. Step inside the market and get two, then pick up a chocolate bar. Olga always likes chocolate, I want some, and Keelan probably wouldn't mind. Exit the market heading back for my theater.

Reaching the door a skirt comes to the door with me. Look at her and she looks tired, along with perhaps in need of work.

"Just hired a skirt for snack stands so I don't think we are hiring." She shakes her head.

"I am here to get on the chorus line."

"I'm on it, we are full but come on. Boss probably knows the theaters that do want a dancer."

She follows me inside and over to snack stand where I pass over the candy bar to Olga. Leave her smiling, I'm smiling since I got a piece. Then we are at the office and in we go. Boss man is staring at me, then tosses up his hands.

"Mary stop bringing in skirts, we got enough." Roll my eyes then go poke him.

"I know that, I brought her in because she is looking to join a chorus line and I figured you would know the theaters looking."

"I don't, but I can make some calls. Did you not get me fags?" Roll my eyes then pull out a hope chest and drop it on his desk.

"I got you gaspers, now make with the calls." I sit next to her while he rolls his chair over to the phone and starts calling.

"So your name is Mary?" Nod and reach my hand out to her.

"My name is Mary and it is nice to meet you." She smiles at me.

"My name is Fen." 

Start then look closer to realize she does have the slanted eyes. Also has straight black hair which I am jealous over, my hair is curly. She has long hair, mine is trimmed short since it is manageable this way. Not that I can't have long hair, I just have to braid it when it is windy, or I am going to sleep.

"You did not realize?" Shake my head.

"I didn't really look close, noticed you are a skirt and coming to the door at this hour, only means one thing."

"Can you tell me of places to go?"

"Not from around here?" She shakes her head.

"Came up from Boston."

"Well there is a new juice joint, went to it last night and it is hip to the jive so planning on going back. I live over there and don't even have a jalopy so I know over there and this street." Fen smiles at me.

"Yes have apartment same way."

"Must be farther to go than mine." Fen nods and shrugs.

"Eight streets, did not wish to have Chinatown place, been assured they cost more." Boss man hangs up and moves back to his desk with a snort.

"I've heard the opposite on Chinatown. I got two theaters that are looking for a line girl, first is next door and the other is a quarter mile that way." Fen nods and stands up to bow, to both of us.

"Thank you for the help. I shall go and try to get work now. Will see you tonight to visit this place you mentioned." We watch her exit then boss man points at me.

"I should yell at you about bringing in skirts to get jobs but we did need Keelan. Honestly I would have hired Fen if we had any problems with customers. Celestial skirts tend to bring in fellas."

"Why not have a colored line then?"

"Can't, the other theaters and governing board would toss a fit. I see it the same way mind, colored line or members of the line would be fine. Probably get us more fellas in like a celestial, problem is they would expect our colored or celestial skirts to be quiff."

"Some people." Boss man snorts and waves his hand.

"Go on out there and find something to do, I need to go over the report from last night still." Stand up then stop to ask.

"Is the performer going to perform today?"

"He better, not real sure what the problem was last night. Already told him another no perform and we will advertise for a new." 

Nod and exit the office to get at the chocolate bar. If Olga hasn't eaten the whole thing yet. I'm not sure how often she buys chocolate but it can't be that often as fast as she eats them when I share. Find Olga and Keelan eating popcorn and I got half a chocolate bar left. Break it up into three pieces and we stand there eating chocolate and popcorn until the rest of the line comes in.

Then comes practice followed by getting the warpaint on. We all call it that, something of a joke. Course we put on so much munitions and then lipstick taking a knife to our face isn't so easy. At least it seems that way since we lay it on thick. Finally though we are going out to do our set before half the performers.

Happily the wayward performer of the night before performs without a hitch. We only do three sets and us dancers are all happy. End of the performance sees us all back to our closet where I share my experience at the new juice joint fully. Then I get to corner Britney to figure out what happened to her. Course mostly I want to know if he was made and good to her.

"Spill it." Britney giggles.

"I got with a made man, he was quite sweet to me. No manacle so I wouldn't be the mistress."

"Honestly I think I'd rather be the mistress, wouldn't be cheated on." Britney tilts her head to the side.

"That is true, and would let me stay working here."

"Keep in mind you are not Italian so most likely you are either a friendly skirt to bide time with until he finds a wife, or he has a prospective wife and wants a mistress first."

"I'll ask, he said he would pick me up there tonight. Did you really run to save Keelan?"

"It was when the sun was out so plenty of fellas going to work. Safe enough for me to run there, go to church with most of them." Britney sighs and shakes her head.

"Mary you are so brave to do that, fellas out and about or not."

"The area where a skirt is offed is south of us, up here the worst that can happen is a fella forces his attentions on. With two skirts the chances of it happening are low on account we double team him."

"Unless she is broken down or runs for it. I swear you are a saint."

"Hey we are going to get a taxi, you two coming?" 

"I am waiting for Keelan, you lot go on. May be a celestial skirt out back, name is Fen and I am showing her the juice joint." Amanda waves her hand.

"I'll check, if she is out there I'll bring her in."

"I'll go in on the taxi with you skirts."

Britney goes with the rest of us and Fen does come in. So we go check on Keelan to find she is still cleaning. Snack stand skirts get to clean the floor in the lobby. So we help her and the other two with that to get going faster. Not to much longer and we are on the way.

"How does one dance at a juice joint?" Put my arm around Keelan and give her a half hug.

"It is easy, you just go on out to the dance area and wiggle. Just watch what everyone is doing and do that. Don't worry you are a skirt so you don't have to dance well, just go out there and smile at the fellas, they will come to you."

"What do I do if I get knocked up before picking out a fella?"

"Make as like the fella you do pick is the pa. So long as you manage to find a good fella in a couple weeks of the blessed event." Fen snorts.

"Different for us, if fella you pick is not pa of first child you give up child or fella."

"Speaking of that, I thought you got arranged marriages."

"No, well mostly no. It doesn't happen often and when it does it's for a political reason, most of the time. Sometimes a marriage is arranged before either can walk, heard of marriages arranged before birth. Most part though we go and pick out our own fella to marry, if we want."

"Oh I never asked, did you find work?" Fen nods and smiles.

"Next door, so we can walk home together."

"Most nights see me to a juice joint. I like this one, good hooch, good band. Stop off at a diner as well, Jake joe and good food. Last night had sinkers, got a dozen for a nickel."

"Look at that, you made me go and buy groceries then you talk about going to a diner."

Keelan's comment has us all laughing. No more conversation on the trip to the juice joint. Reaching that we find the same two out front. Bimbo on the steps stands up as we get to him, looking us over.

"A celestial skirt. Just in case the dolls haven't shared, no junk inside. We don't hold to that here. If you want to give out nookie pay no particulars, we don't have a side room. As an aside find a fella and stick to him, most will assume you are a quiff." Fen waves her hand.

"Much experience with that, dancer from Boston." Bimbo smiles at Fen.

"Well then come on in."

Up the stairs and in we go where I guide us for the bar. Get a round of martinis so Keelan can watch the dancing. Drinks downed we all get out to dance. All three of us get a fella right quick so plenty of dancing. When I go and sit with the fella I got he's after nookie and I don't want to oblige. He takes it well at least though do need to find a new fella.

Doesn't take long to get a new fella and cut a most impressive rug. Oddly enough he is not after nookie but is a most wonderful fella. Also something of an Ethel, which is not as bad as it sounds. At least we would agree on most things to be done with the decorating. In this case though I'm fairly sure this Ethel is actually a three letter man and not after a skirt, wonderful dancer though.

Keelan finds a made man, this one is Polish oddly enough so she may end up being his only avenue of nookie. If it works out alright for the two of them. Though it looks good, she leaves with him. Fen doesn't go off with someone so we end up walking to the diner together. Inside we get a booth and sit, Frieda is being slow on joe.

"Do you think Keelan will come back?"

"Definitely, that was a made man. Surprising on him being a pol though at least she would be his wife and no mistress, probably." Fen makes a face then Frieda is there with a couple cups of joe.

"Sorry, was in the back helping clean up." Smile up at Frieda then wave my hand before grabbing my cup.

"No problem, got a dumb Dora in every crowd. Heck I've been her a few times. So what do you got special today?"

"Only two sinkers today, he made less. Usually we got two fellas for it but we lost one so he has to come in more often and wasn't used to it. If you both want a burger it's a dime each." Fen looks lost for a moment.

"Just a burger?" Frieda shakes her head.

"No sorry, burgers come with fries. Course our fries are closer to wedges, management won't get the press." Can't help giggling then wave my hand.

"Honestly I like the fries here better than the ones done with the press." 

"So two burgers?" We both nod then I point at the new jerk.

"May as well try him out, give me a chocolate malted." 

We pay up, Fen has the coin for her burger and joe. Surprised a little though I shouldn't be, chorus line girls are paid well. Better than performers even though we are, also the big draw. The performer that comes on after us is always groaned about. Luckily for them who comes on next varies, so the show is always different.

The jerk brings my malted over to put on the table. When he goes to leave again I grab his hand.

"Here now, you are allowed to sit and talk. I'm Mary, and that is Fen." He smiles at me then pulls a stool over to sit on, but not too close.

"I'm Franklin and it is an honor to meet you both."

"Why are you sitting over there?" We both stare at Fen a moment.

"He is over there because he is colored and we are not. Someone coming by sees him sitting with us they call a bull because he is being uncouth." Fen frowns and shakes her head.

"Not been a problem with me sitting by a colored in Boston."

"Because you are celestial, though at a distance you look the same. I'm sure you had fellas walk closer then walk away with a snort."

"Have had that, never did know why but not asked neither." Franklin snorts.

"They as take offense reckon us colored fellas are trying to steal their skirts away. You being celestial means you are a quiff anyway, we are in the same boat." We all giggle and chuckle about that then Frieda comes back.

"Oh it's like that is it. Well if you are taking a break then I am too. Scoot over a smidge Mary." Scoot over then have Frieda sitting next to me.

"So how long before we get our burgers?"




Bad Sex



"Be a bit, didn't have any fries prepped."

So we sit around punching the bag some. Then our burgers are done so we get that, Frieda sits with us and enjoys her plate of fries. We all give Franklin some fries as well and it is a swell time. Sun is coming up when we leave to get home. Just walk along for a while, getting close to my place before Fen says anything.

"How come nobody sat next to me?"

"Frieda doesn't know you that well yet and Franklin can't sit with us. No slaves or not there is a definite line between colored and us. Not as much with you but you look the same at a distance."

"What's wrong with being a quiff anyway?" Giggle then give Fen a half hug.

"Perceptions, and of course usually a quiff takes money to give out nookie. The not paid quiff are only called that because she will say I'm goofy over you then give out nookie to a different fella. I give out nookie many nights and nobody calls me a quiff. Mostly that is because I never give a line on serious about a fella. I'm just sampling a fella until I find one that gives me good nookie then I'll get serious."

"I'm not sure I want to put a manacle on a fella."

"I know how you feel, they are always nice to me but that is when we are at a juice joint dancing and he is after nookie. No idea how a fella is outside of there since the only one I see regular is the boss man."

"Say what are you going to do if Keelan picks out that pol?"

"Have more room, I only have one bed." Fen snorts and we part ways, me up to my place and her off to hers.

Find Keelan asleep in my bed. Don't hold it against her, she has been up all day yesterday and a good portion of the night. Pondering on if she gave him nookie in his jalopy sees me out of my dress and stockings. Climb in beside her then work on getting comfortable, which proves hard because Keelan rolls over and I am snuggled up to.

Alarm wakes us both, I did help since the alarm is on her side of the bed. Went to turn it off and ran into her which hurts, she was moving as well so our heads butted. Plenty of giggling along with rubbing of our heads then we are getting up.

"So how were things with the pol?"

"Tiring, gave him nookie there at the joint and then again in his breezer. He mentioned taking me to meet his ma. I'm unsure on that, little fast don't you think?"

"That is a little fast, but then if he wants nookie often and you are the same it's best to grab hold of each other. Not everybody can manage that often."

"I don't know on that part, we didn't discuss it though I did enjoy myself with him."

"Well that is all that matters, keep seeing him and perhaps you can be knocked up with a manacle."

"Yeah but then I would have to stop working."

"He should make enough to not worry about losing three aces a day. Besides you don't know yet. Do ask him if he is going to want a mistress, made men tend to have them. He is not Italian so he may not but he may as well."

"What if he does?"

"Well then you get to decide if you can stand that. If you can't stand that he will have a mistress, be the mistress or tell him to scram."

"He would do that?"

"Of course he would, if you ask a fella will come clean. If you decide it is not something you can stand doing, he will scram. There are plenty of skirts in this city."

"Why do made men have a mistress?"

"Honestly I have no idea, though some of the reason may very well be he wants nookie more often than the wife. Probably they all do because they all do." Keelan snorts and we both giggle.

"Fellas, oddest sorts."

"Do like them though, I make good dough because they keep coming to watch our show."

"Have you noticed that the skirts go for snacks while you are dancing and the fellas the rest of the time?" Shake my head and giggle.

"Nope, though not surprised. Fellas come to watch us skirts dance in basically nothing. Everyone else comes to watch the performers, they are pretty good. We watch just off the stage at least once a week. Rest of the time we are talking to each other right there. Go on and take a shower."

Keelan heads for the shower and I go check on the supplies. Surprised to find oats, and there is brown sugar so I get oatmeal going. Got bread, and cheese so whip up grilled cheese to go with the oatmeal. Have it all on the table when Keelan gets out of the shower.

"Here I figured you didn't know how to cook."

"Oh yeah, here I sit a skirt that didn't grow up, just appeared one day living here."

We both laugh and get to work eating breakfast. After breakfast I leave Keelan to deal with the dirty while I get cleaned up a little. Dressed and looking presentable we head for the theater. Find our boss waiting for me, and the rest of the line on the stage. This is not good, at least probably. We are all rather nervous standing there until the last of us shows up.

"Alright, first to stop the worry, we are not closing. You are all not being fired, mostly this is an announcement. Our neighbors are going to burlesque, apparently what they wanted Fen for. Before anybody says anything, we are currently not doing the same. If we lose customers however it may happen." Put my hand up and step forward.

"If we are going to add burlesque I'll do that. Not any different from what we do already."

"It is different, you would be out here alone. Still thank you Mary, easier to have the skirt for it already. We will need at least two more, current thought is after each performer. Don't need to say anything now, if it happens say then, we will hire more dancers regardless of you doing burlesque or not. Lot of you do your practice, Mary if I could speak to you for a moment."

Head for him and follow off the stage. The dancers behind us getting into line and practicing. My absence is a little good, changes the feel. Then he is sitting down in the seats so sit next to him and we just watch practice for a few seconds.

"Mary are you sure you can do burlesque?"

"Boss man burlesque is not any different from dancing the line or at a juice joint. Don't bare my body to anyone anyway." He is silent for a while then sighs.

"Alright, I'll pass up that we have at least one skirt willing. To be honest I think it was in the plans to do burlesque here already. We are not a playhouse so we do vaudeville but we are not filling well."

"Vaudeville is dying." 

"Yeah, talkies is the big scene now. Go on and practice, may add burlesque next week so try and figure out a routine."

I get up on stage and join the line and we do practice for a while before making way for one of the performers. Apparently their new prop was late in coming. Also makes for a good performance so we shout encouragement. After we go out and do the opening set of the night us skirts are nervous. Not so much me but the rest because many don't want to do burlesque.

Remind them that we will hire new dancers anyway. That goes over well, not that I blame the skirts. Doing burlesque can get you labeled as a quiff, not to mention what the fellas think. Doesn't bother me since I'm basically a quiff anyway, I do give out nookie to nice fellas on a regular basis. Doesn't mean anything beyond it's how I look for a fella to get a manacle on.

Not the best of methods but really, it's a better idea than what most do. Most go with is he nice, can I stand to look at him, if yes then he is the husband. Nookie bad or not not even entering into the thinking. Grew up to that very thing, Pa was not good at nookie for Ma, they had arguments over it some since she tried to guide him now and then.

Avoiding that being the best of ideas, Ma even said this. So I act a bit like a quiff and give nookie out to most fellas. Every skirt I talk to about this calls it a good idea. Fellas just want to have some nookie anyway. After the show Fen helps Keelan and me clean up in the lobby, then we head for the juice joint.

"I'm nervous." Fen helps me give Keelan a hug.

"Don't you worry none, the pol will confess his plans. I'm thinking he will ask for your hand at some point, offering to meet Ma already says as much." Fen is nodding along to that.

"Thinking the same thing. He looked tasty and definitely happy to meet you." Keelan giggles.

"I gave him nookie, anyone would be happy to meet me."

"Yeah but he is also talking about meeting his ma. Unless she says you are filth he is going to try and make you goofy on him."

"Are you sure he won't be thinking mistress?"

"He's a pol, mistress is something Italians do. Just a warning though, you probably won't be popular at their get togethers."

"Because I'm not Italian?"

"Mick name, to some that will mean you are a plant for the bulls. At least to start, don't worry they will warm up to you."

Keelan doesn't seem to be reassured but also not trembling. Reaching the joint we get a wave out of the bimbo and up the steps. Inside we lose Keelan immediately since she heads for her pol. Pull Fen along for the bar, didn't ask if she is doing burlesque and perhaps she has tips. Get a couple martini and sit together at the bar so it is a good time to do the asking.

"Fen are you doing burlesque or did you replace someone on the line?"

"Both, there is a new uniform. Are you going to change?" 

"Yes, according to our boss we need three and probably will happen next week. I already said I would so he wants me to think up a routine."

"So you keep the line and have burlesque separate dancers?" Nod and sigh since we are crowded now.

"Fellas come on, we are not doing that here so let us have a talk, we will dance later." Chase the fellas off with a little help from the bartender. "What was said to me is we keep the performers and do burlesque after each set. Suppose means the chorus line comes up at the start and end now." Fen nods and I get a belt of brown set next to me.

"Glad I don't have to put up with that." Snort and take up the belt given to me.

"It's not all that much different than dancing here or on the line. The part that has me worried is the label that will come." Fen shakes her head.

"I was never called a quiff in Boston, did burlesque there."

"I'm going with the skirt on this, you only get labeled if you show all of you. Perhaps it is better on a celestial but I don't think so." We both look at the bartender then giggle.

"I think it is better to be a celestial, she can sit with a colored fella. Don't have to give out nookie in a darkened room that you snuck in to."

"You didn't." Nod at the bartender then smile.

"I did, it was nice but he didn't give me good nookie so still looking. Was a while ago, didn't know it was a shine box but they had good Jazz, even did some of this stuff they called Blues but not like on radio and it was good."

"At least they let you in."

"Yeah I was told about that, they don't like letting the fellas in since they are only after a colored skirt. I got in since I am a skirt and wanted to listen to the music. The nookie was a surprise, fella kept after me and he was so nice about it."

"Bunch of fellas was after you until you stuck to him?" Fen asks and I get the feeling she has experienced that.

"Yeah, seems the colored fellas want us whites, celestial is close enough I suppose." Fen nods and shrugs.

"It is rather nice to have happen to you, but then you have to pick someone. They get on a toot fast so you don't pick and you probably will be picked by many."

"Why I'm only half jealous of you skirts. Fellas don't do that to fellas."

"I think the Ethel I danced with yesterday would like that to happen." Bartender stares off for a moment then grins.

"Far as I know he's got a three letter man, part of a playhouse and he goes around to dance with skirts so folk don't think he is."

Has Fen and me giggling, then we go dancing. I get a tight man right off who wants to get me to nookie right out on the rug. I'm not adverse to that but still make him dance for it. We cut the rug for a good long spell before heading to a table and he barely even let's me sit down. Course he sits me down on the table.

My dress is pulled up then I'm parting my legs for him. I don't have anything against nookie with him, though do grab hold to stroke and make sure there isn't anything bad. Find he is perfectly fine so let him come to me then groan at his shove in. I don't part for his cock all that wonderfully but I did part and I am making fluids so he is free to move.

Good thing to that since he is moving right away. Feels good to have him moving within and I am bouncing a goodly amount. His hands are busy holding me in place for his cock so my hands go up and pinch at my nipples. Have to admit this fella has a good cock, thick and long enough the end of him is only a fullness inside.

Bounce around at a nice speed, then he speeds up. I am really moving and I redouble my efforts since he is going to finish soon. I am not close on orgasm and he seems ready to finish any moment. I try hard, but just don't make it when he is shoving at me. Feel his warmth inside me and moan for that, may as well let him think he got me off, not that I think he notices anyway.

In no time he has left me sitting on the table. My dress is bunched around my waist and he is even starting to leak out of me, and he just walked away. Hop off the table and sit, this was definitely not a good experience. He was only after me for the nookie and thought nothing of doing it and gone, definitely not a nice experience.

Just sit there a short while pondering this, may not be called a quiff but seems to have been what the fella thought of me. Finally I get up, get out a gasper, and leave. May as well just go on to the diner and forget about this. Definitely do not feel right after that, I mean there is asking for nookie cause I'm tight, and then there was that fella, really get the feeling he only wanted the nookie.

Really, that is insulting. I'm not good enough for anything but getting his dick wet. Don't think so and suppose I won't give out any nookie for a spell. Make them understand I'm not some quiff or whatever that fella was thinking. Then I'm at the diner and going in, just trudge right over to a booth and sit.

"What's wrong?" Look up at Frieda and tears come.

"Went to the juice joint, fella was dancing with me and after nookie right there on the rug. Tight fella so I wasn't against, though did make him dance for a while. When we went to sit he perched me on the table, pulled up my dress, and went to town. He went fast then faster to finish and just left me there."

Frieda frowns, sets down her order pad, grabs my head, and leans in to kiss me. It is a very good kiss that leaves me excited, like there is a cock in me moving around. Just Frieda is a skirt like me and this is against the teachings. Then she is gone and I have no idea what to say, which is good since she went to get me a cup of joe.

Returns with the joe and then asks what I want to eat. Takes some prodding but I remember where I am and get a burger again. Frieda sits with me and we punch the bag, though I have no idea what we talked about. Leave before the sun is up, I left the joint early after all. Though I don't really remember anything after the kiss until crawling into bed, no Keelan this time.

Wake and head for the shower. Keelan gets to make the bed without me, I am still struck dumb by that kiss. I can't figure it out in the shower then I am out and sitting at the table. Keelan made oatmeal again though we get sunny side up sandwiches today.

"What is wrong?" Sigh and sink a little lower in my chair.

"Last night a fella was after me for nookie when we first started dancing together. Nice enough looking so give him the nookie, though was not quite my choice in that. He set me on the table and pulled my dress up then in. He went for his finish and didn't seem to care if I enjoyed or not." May as well talk about the part I can put into words.

"That is horrible, I have some good news if you want to try and get happier."

"Please."

"We talked and he put it plain, he is after me for a wife since the guys are pressuring him to have one. I asked after a mistress and he shook his head, doesn't want one. Promised to make me his wife and mistress if the guys make him have one." Just stare at Keelan a bit then giggle a little.

"That is good news, so are you getting goofy on him?"

"I don't know, he has a great breezer and definitely enjoy the nookie."

"Where do you go to give him nookie in the breezer?"

"Central Park. Get a big gap between us and any other jalopy so it's not bad."

"You give him nookie in the juice joint, there's not even a side room."

"I only look at him during so it's easy to forget."

"That is true, come on I want to go shopping. Not going back for a few days so I need to get something I can make for dinner."

Keelan frowns but we do get up and get the dirty in the sink. I'll wash it tonight while I get dinner cooking. Not even sure what I will make, though do at least have pots and pans. Pondering on if I want to get a roast, steaks, or just make a stew sees us to the store. Looking over what is there I decide on getting stew meat.

Add in what else I would need for that then off to the theater. Change into my costume then off for the office. Find my boss in here going over paperwork until I shut the door behind then he looks up.

"Do you got another skirt in your pocket?" Shake my head and go sit down.

"This is about the burlesque thing, Fen is doing it over there. She said the line has a new costume that she does burlesque in." His hand goes up so stop there.

"So you are wondering if we will do the same?" Nod to the question then he continues on talking. "As it was explained to me we want three skirts for burlesque and a full chorus line. Not gotten the costumes for burlesque yet however so you may all wear the same. Going to put a sign out for Monday, Tuesday when you come in there will be practice of the routine. We will not until Friday however so you are not doing much." Frown for a second.

"Wait, so we are going to add burlesque?"

"Yes, got the call earlier today, most of the other theaters are going to add or have already. Before you ask you will get paid like you are on the line still. Pay may go up for burlesque dancers but not yet, want to see if we get better attendance."

"So new changing room or same closet?"

"Same changing room sorry, will get a little more crowded with three but you skirts should manage."

"Yeah we can handle that, there is room still, do give us three more stations though."

"On order for Monday. You skirts can fix the room on Tuesday."

"Guess I'll go share the news, unless you want to do that."

"Think I'll leave that to you, I may get lynched if I do it."

Giggling I exit the office and head for the stage. Recruit one of the performers to give me ratings on the moves and try to do a burlesque routine. Which is how the rest of the line finds me, so share the news though most of us got it right off. Some groans on three more stations in our closet but otherwise it goes over well.

Nobody else wants to do burlesque though so it's me and two new skirts doing it. Unsure on how I feel about that. Suppose it points to the fella last night having a point, I seem to only want to give out nookie. At least if you go by the standard thinking on burlesque dancers, even though it is all the rage.

Best to put the thinking aside and work on practice, then we are doing our first set. Lose myself in the routine of our work then. Not even sure if we talked in between dances or what the performers did. Then we get to go home so I help Fen and Keelan clean up the lobby then we are off. In my case I am going home with the groceries.

Fen and Keelan are heading for the juice joint. In Keelan's case she is meeting her fella and Fen is perhaps looking for a fella to give nookie to. At least I think she is, we've never talked about her nookie experiences. Course that brings me around to Frieda, and the kiss. Mostly Frieda since I have no idea what to think about the kiss.




Bad Shopgirl



Folding clothes. God almighty I got so tired of it. And the click of the hangers on the metal racks. Hour after hour, day after day. The piped in music helped a little at first, but that got to be mind-numbing after a while too. 

I worked in the men's department at a big clothing retailer. I don't work there anymore. My boss fired me after I'd been there about a month. "That's unacceptable behavior!" he yelled, in full view of some customers. I knew that it was, right from the start, but I couldn't help myself. It seemed like a dream when it was happening, like I had no control over it all, and it still seems like a dream today...

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"Excuse me," a man's soft voice said.

I looked up from the bin of shirts I was sorting through in the 'foyer' area of the men's dressing room. A nice looking man was sticking his head out of one of the stalls.

"I'm afraid I've been hooked by a pin," he said. "Every time I try to get it it bites me."

He was pointing at his back, and smiling with the most beautiful teeth I'd ever seen. I walked over silently and unhooked him.

"How did that get there?" I said, holding the pin. "These things are sneaky."

As I said it he stripped off the shirt and was looking at it.

"I hope I didn't get blood on it," he said.

We both looked it over and I could smell him, a mix of spicy deodorant and male perspiration. His bare chest and shoulders were beautiful and muscular, and he looked like he could pin me down with ease.

"It looks all right," I said. "Did you want it?"

"I don't know," he said. "I didn't get a good look at it yet."

He quickly slipped it on and buttoned it up as I watched.

"What do you think?" he asked, and he turned slightly to look at it in the mirror in his stall. 

I didn't know quite what to say. We were told, in no uncertain terms, not to fraternize with the customers, especially us women who worked in the men's department. It was fresh in my mind because I was new and it was my first day working the floor alone.

"I think you could wear just about anything," I said with a little smile, and I went back to the bin to sort out the rest of the tried-on clothes for re-stocking.

He came out dressed in his very handsome street clothes. "Thanks for the help hun," he said with a million dollar smile. "I could have bled to death in there."

His scent perfumed the air behind him as he walked away and a soft moan escaped through my nose. Damn he was a good looking guy!

Later that same day I went back in the dressing room to sort out more of the day's rejects. Another cute guy, this one a bit younger than me, came in with a pair of pants to try on.

"I didn't think pretty girls were allowed in here," he said with a smile.

I'm normally pretty thick skinned, but for some reason his comment made me blush like a school girl. I could feel the intense flush on my face and I couldn't come up with a single word to say. He winked and went into one of the stalls.

The stalls are about seven feet tall, and open at the top all the way up to the ceiling. The doors are louvered and open at the bottom. Pretty much every sound made in there can be heard from outside. I suddenly found myself folding silently and listening intently. I had never done it before, and it gave me a tingle to be a voyeur like that. The sound of his pants coming off and the sight of his bare ankles under the louvered door triggered my hormones, and my heart raced.

I heard him slip the new pants up his legs, the zipper going up enclosing his crotch, and even the button being fastened. I could see his feet as he turned to look at his ass in the mirror, and then the whole process was reversed. The sound of the zipper going down shot through me like an explosion. Before I knew what was happening he was walking out and I was standing there watching him in full blush mode again.

"Sorry, not today," he said. He winked as he handed me the pants and walked away.

Sorry, not today? The pants? Is that what he was talking about, or did he sense that I had been listening and think that I wanted more? Did I want more?

That night I masturbated. It was the older guy with the bare chest and the muscles. He pinned me down just like I thought he would and fucked me until his spicy sweat dripped all over me. My red rubber dildo never had such a workout.

———————

For a week after that I found myself in the dressing room more than I should have been, watching legs under the doors and listening. The men were nice for the most part, but a few shot me dirty looks, like they didn't want a woman anywhere near their dressing room. When that happened I left them in peace and went out to straighten shelves on the floor. Most of the time though, guys didn't seem to mind me being in there. Quite a few were flirty, and some were downright forward.

"Wanna help me with my pants sweetheart," one slimy looking guy said.

If I was gonna help anybody like that it would be that guy over there, I thought to myself, looking out the dressing room opening at a cute guy flipping through shirts on a rack.

As soon as I thought it he walked toward me, smiling as he passed, and he went into the stall at the far end of the dressing room. He had quite a handful of clothes, and I was supposed to stop him and count them before he went in, but it was like I was in some kind of a trance and his beautiful smile just breezed on by me.

The slimy rude guy came out and didn't even hand me the clothes. He just threw them in the bin I was working on like a rude guy would. Suddenly I could hear Cute Smile down at the far end. I knew he had pants and shirts and I pictured him in nothing more than some little skimpy briefs as he tried things on.

I found myself checking stalls for stray clothes, working my way down the line of them until I got to the one next to Cute Smile. There was nothing in it, but I went in anyway, and stood there silently. He went silent too, and I could hear him breathe. My heart started pounding and I had to hold my breath so he wouldn't hear me, but I guess I did it too late.

"Would you like to join me?" he said softly.

I heard the creak of his stall door opening, and then silence again. He wasn't going to force himself on me, he was too nice for that. He was just giving me the chance, if I was so inclined, to do what I'd daydreamed about for the last week.

That same trance I felt when he'd walked past me overtook me again I guess, because the next thing I knew his cock was in my mouth. He was up against the wall with the mirror on it and a nice hard six-inch dick was tickling my tonsils, as my old high school friend used to say.

Turns out he didn't have skimpy briefs, they were boxers, but he looked just as good in them as I'd imagined, and even better with them down around his ankles.

The whole thing happened pretty fast—he came quick thank God—and I was back out on the floor straightening shelves just a few minutes later. I watched Cute Smile check out, and he looked back at me when he left with, you guessed it, a cute smile.

It was funny, the whole thing didn't even strike me as that odd. It felt like it was meant to be that way or something, which my friend says is 'delusional behavior' or some such thing. I went about my business as if nothing had happened, and was soon back in the dressing room, listening to zippers going up and down.

It was a few days before it happened again. For the life of me I don't even remember how it happened that time, just another cock in my mouth, one that was bigger and uncircumcised. It had a funny sideways curve to it, so it felt different in my mouth, and it hung between the legs of an older guy, sixty, maybe sixty-five years old I guess. He was real handsome. I do remember how it ended. He whimpered when he came, sorta like my momma's dog does when you rub her belly, and right in the middle of it his wife—I guess it was his wife—called back to him.

"George? Those pants fit?" she said.

"I don't know yet dear," he said. He was holding my head in his hands when he said it, his cock still spasming a little in my mouth.

"What's takin' so long?" the wife said. "I'll be over in housewares when you're done."

There were three or four more blowjobs over the next two weeks. There could have been more I'm sure, but the trance only overtook me every once in a while. I never knew when it was gonna happen, there was no pattern with a certain type of guy or anything like that. I just found myself in their dressing room swallowing their cum.

One thing that did change was the way I dressed. Pretty early on I learned that it was even more fun if I could show the guys a little tit or something, so I started wearing shirts that would open easily, and front clasp bras. As soon as their cocks went in my mouth I unbuttoned and let my girls out for a little air. They'd reach down and squeeze 'em, and my hormones would shoot up to the next level.

The next stage was when I started wearing skirts and dresses and stopped wearing panties. When I'd squat in front of the guys they could see my puss, and a couple of them got a nice feel before I pulled away and scolded them with my best dirty smile.

There was one guy that was just begging me to let him fuck me. He was making a spectacle of himself and I didn't want to get caught, so I told him he could if he'd shut the hell up. He was real quiet, just breathing super loud until the end, and then he slapped the wall and made a loud noise with his mouth, like a bear in the woods on one of those TV nature shows. I was back out on the floor a few minutes later and felt his cum dripping down my leg. There's a bin for soiled clothing that people have tried on, stuff that smells like sweat or whatever, so I wiped myself clean with a polo shirt that was in there, and tossed it back in. 

Letting that guy fuck me sorta opened up the floodgates. I think that's what they say, isn't it, when it all sorta goes crazy? By that time there was repeat customers, although some of them I shouldn't call customers, because they didn't buy anything I don't think. They just came in to see me.

Cute Smile came back, a bunch of times. He was real happy when he got to fuck me, and I was real happy too. He wasn't as big as some of them, about six inches like I said, but he sure was good looking and he fucked real good. I could of stayed in there for hours with him, but it had to be quickies because of the situation.

This one guy came in, with the biggest blue eyes. They weren't the only thing that was the biggest. He took the prize for biggest pussy stretcher. My goodness, it must have been nine inches long or more, and twice as big around as some of the other guys. Getting the whole thing in my mouth was a real challenge, but I did it, and when I rubbed my nose back and forth against his belly he made one of those bear noises too. I got spit all over my clothes that day—something about having a cock that deep in your throat makes all this sticky spit come out. It was making a real mess, but it was fun.

I bent over for him in my usual position, with my hands on the big mirror so I could watch, and he somehow got that monster prick in my little body. It was the most amazing feeling. I was pretty much gone from the world while he was doing it, but I could still hear the P.A. system calling for help in the men's department. It was weird, like a good dream and a bad dream mixed together. None of it really registered. I mean the pleasure did, I came real hard, which I didn't often do in the dressing room, so that part registered nice, but the rest of it, like when I heard my manager's voice, and Blue Eyes pulling up his pants real fast and leaving, that part seemed more like a dream.

My manager standing outside the open stall door, me with my tits out and cum running down my leg felt like a dream too. I even smiled I think, like I often do in my dreams.

"Cover yourself up young lady!" he said.

I remember thinking he was talking way louder than he needed to, and then I started to realize what was happening.

"Collect your things and get out of here!" he said. "Your fired!"

I stepped out of the stall in a daze. I stopped at the re-stock bins and wiped my leg with a shirt. Blue Eyes really had a lot in him. My manager stood there and watched me, his face redder than anybody I've ever seen. It was like he was burning so hot inside his voice wouldn't even work anymore. I was out on the main floor of the store before I realized my tits were still out, and he finally spit out some more words.

"That's unacceptable behavior!" he yelled.

I reined in my girls and buttoned up as I walked toward the employee area in the back, and then I went out into the sunshine. 'That was a big fuckin' cock!' was pretty much all that was in my mind.

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I never did see any of those guys again. I was kinda hoping I'd run into a few of them, Blue Eyes or Cute Smile, or maybe even the older guy with the muscles and the spicy sweat. I never did get to fuck him or even blow him or anything, and he was hot.

I was unemployed for a few weeks and then a friend of mine got me an interview at the University. It's just a maintenance job, on the janitorial crew. They hired me and I start next week. They told me I have to start with the worst job, cleaning the football team's locker room. I don't know if I'll like it there. We'll see how it goes.



Bad Sister



Linda spent the afternoon in the narrow winding lanes of Raval, Barcelona's red light district. Returning to the hotel--it actually had the look of an old private residence--she carried several designer bags filled with toys. And she had a tremendous fire in her loins, a fire she blamed on her ex-lover. Leaving her goodies on her bed in her room, Linda slipped down the hall to the suite where Brad and Nina stayed.

It was after 7:00 in the evening and she knew from what they had said downstairs that Señor Adams could be found in his room. Knocking gently, she waited. No answer came and she knocked harder. Again, no one came to the door. Putting an ear to the door, she heard the steady sound of someone snoring. "Bastard," she muttered angrily. Brad Adams was the soundest sleeper she knew. Trying the door, she found it locked.

In a rage, she headed back downstairs, her short red skirt swishing against her hips. In less than twenty minutes, Linda stood back outside Brad's room, the taste of the Spanish clerk's cum in her mouth. After a demonstration of her ability to deep throat his inadequate cock, inadequate in comparison to Brad's throbbing muscle, the clerk had happily gave her Mr. Adam's key. In addition to the key, she carried one bag of toy's from her Spanish red light run.

The big man lay sprawled across the bed. His pants were flung aside. She noticed that he hadn't bothered to wear shorts underneath them. It looked like he had showered and fallen into the bed. Too many late nights fucking Nina, she thought bitterly. And as she stared at his erect cock, a familiar tickle of desire began to grow deep within her. Damn, she thought. The man even sleeps with a hard on. Taking out several sets of soft cuff shackles, she gently locked each wrist to a bed post. A strong man, no doubt with work he might free himself. But for the moment, she thought, as she next locked his legs to the posts, this deep sleeping motherfucker is mine. Carefully, using a delicate multi-hued Spanish silk scarf, she blindfolded her man.

Slipping out of her minuscule skirt and pulling off her matching top, she slipped off her thong. It carried an exotic blend of perfume and her own natural scent. She then climbed on top of him and began to lick his nipples. When he opened his mouth and began to shout, she casually stuffed the thong into his mouth, allowing it to act as an informal gag.

"Hush," she whispered into his ear, "you're mine right now baby doll. And momma thinks you're going to be a little late for dinner." Brad erupted in a powerful explosion of futile, masculine muscle as he suddenly awoke. The bed's brass frame rattled, but the shackles held and Linda casually raked her nails across his chest leaving broken lines of scarlet, a scarlet that matched the blood-red polish of her nails.

As Brad spat out the thong, Linda slapped him hard across the face and settled herself firmly on his swollen cock, guiding him into her body. She felt engorged with power, overflowing with sexual heat as he slid firmly inside her, stretching her like only Brad could do. "Go ahead and scream, let Nina find me mounted on her new husband, you faithless motherfucker," she spat out.

"You fucking pig," Brad said. Linda just smiled and began to ride him up and down, casually running her hands across his warm, beautiful body, as she did so, digging her nails in every now and then to draw blood. Her cheeks felt flushed, her pussy a voracious out of control fire. It was like mounting a defenseless doll with a living lance, her sex so open, so wet. 

She leaned over and covered his mouth with her. Her lips hungering for Brad's touch. He fiercely bit her lip drawing his own blood, but then began to return the kiss. His body strained against his bonds as if he wanted to kill her, hug her, possess her. She inhaled his tongue, trying to swallow him whole, sucking down his spit.

At the same time, his cock pulsed and exploded. Crazed with lust, Linda moaned out her own orgasm, squeezing down on his cock, crying out an angry pleasure. Lifting herself from the now semi-erect cock, she reached down to her now sopping pussy and dampened her palm with Brad's semen and her juices. Running her hand across his face, she left his beautiful visage coated in the sticky excesses of their sex. She then kissed his forehead and said, "My sister can have you now."

Before she left, she wrote in lipstick across his chest, "Linda's fuck toy, you cock stealing bitch."




Bad Situation



What happened and why was beyond comprehension. What had I done and how could I ever make up for the confidence lost? I had to do something, yet fear held me in place. I tried to rationalize the events but even my best mind games wouldn't get me past this situation.

I wallowed in my misery wishing I could disappear from the face of the earth. In the midst of it all I heard a gentle tapping on my bedroom door. The only other person at home was my sister and she was the cause of my present condition, my bad situation.

"Go away and let me die in peace," was all I could muster as an answer to the knock.

"It won't be that easy," she said as she turned the knob and entered.

She had cleaned herself, showered, and dressed in her usual shorts and T-shirt. She looked like the sweet little girl she used to be until the dastardly thing I did to her a couple hours ago.

My sister was just 19, her birthday today. I was the older brother at 20, almost 21. I wanted to give her the perfect gift for a newly christened adult woman and spent way too much money getting her the photo equipment she wanted. When she saw everything laid out neatly on her bed, she came soaring into my room with heaps of thanks, hugs, and kisses. I responded by raping her and stealing the one thing she could only give once.

She is such a beauty, in my eyes anyway. She is very cute, attractive, about five feet five inches, maybe 115 pounds; with a womanly form that I think is properly proportioned. Her blond hair and blue-green eyes top off the package. Her lips are designed for kissing, her body for loving.

"Michael, we have to talk, you know that don't you? We have to talk about what happened. The evidence needs to get cleaned up." Her tone was not angry. She wasn't wielding a butcher knife to chop it off. Her face was aglow with life.

"Michael, it really felt good, not the hymen part, that hurt, but the rest felt good. Don't be so rough next time." She sat sideways to me, one leg dangling just off the mattress, her other leg bent at the knee, she spread her hips virtually inviting me to try again.

"Make it feel good this time, please, Michael."

"Slowly, sweet sister," as my arm snaked from under the sheets touching her leg at the ankle, and taking a gentle feel of her calf, "so slowly." She responded straightening her bent leg fully outward.

I thankfully recalled I did shower after I didn't rape her? My confusion stopped when my lips parted and I drew my tongue over the top of her foot. 

"Michael, remember those old armed forces radio tapes dad has? Remember Casey Kasim?"

"I won't stop until I reach the top."

"Michael, everything in between is open territory."

My focus on leg kisses was distracted by the rustling of clothes as her T-shirt slipped over her head. I rarely call my sister by her given name; she has all my life been my sweet sister. Now I gasped, "Katie!"

Katie scooted up the bed until she was face to face with me. "Let's start with kissing and other words that end with 'i-n-g' later."

Katie settled her warm body next to mine, our noses just touching. I felt the pucker of her lips and knew the kissing part was underway. We only touched lips, hands to ourselves was a mutual torture, we couldn't put much pressure into the kisses.

Katie kept her lips touching mine while her arms and hands rustled her shorts down her hips. "Touch. Feel how smooth I am? I shaved it all off."

"Katie, teach me to feel you," I whispered between kisses.

I'm not naive, I know about zones of a woman's body. But this is Katie and itÕs her pleasure I want. Katie began giving me a fingertip-to-fingertip tour of her body.

Katie became very excited as we both touched her where she wanted to be touched. I took over the tour and began using my mouth to tenderly lick, suck, and nibble at her nipples. I continued the tour lower over her stomach stopping to lave out her belly button. She reacted strongly to her navel being licked, how would she react when my mouth is on her velvet pussy lips?

Katie convulsed and tightened as my tongue made its first contact with her tiny clit. She screamed as an orgasm overwhelmed her. I let her calm before having another taste.

I probed with my tongue, "Does it hurt if I use my tongue?"

She panted, "No." 

I slowly licked and poked into her with my tongue until she arched and had another orgasm. I didn't let her calm this time. I inserted a finger and probed for her g-spot, kept my tongue on her clit and took her over the top for a powerful orgasm that left her limp.

Katie pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and guided me slowly and smoothly into her waiting pussy. A little pain registered on her face as she accepted me a second time. Her pain lapsed into sighs and moans as she fully sat on my hips with my cock completely in her.

Katie's breasts swelled with her excitement. Her nipples were stiff eraser points that she rubbed and pinched. I brought my hands to her hips and filled each hand with her butt flesh as I tried to draw her tighter on me.

After a few moments, Katie began moving on me slowly up a little and back down. Her movements became more determined with her building excitement. I ascended new heights as Katie climbed to her heights.

"Oh, Michael," my sweet sister called, "cum with me!"

Katie's eyes glassed over as her peak arrived. She dropped her weight on me and immediately clamped my cock. I didn't know a voice could reach such a high note as Katie squeaked before exhaling a scream of orgasmic bliss.

As she asked, I came with her. My cum bathed her depths in waves of molten sperm propelled from my cock by my own strong contractions. Katie's glow in post orgasmic high spread an aura that enveloped us both.

"Katie," I sighed deep in sorrow for forcefully taking her virginity, "I raped my sweet sister. Why didn't you stop me? I hurt you so much."

My cock dislodged from her and I felt our combined mess begin puddling on my stomach.

"Michael, I didn't stop you because I wanted it too. Maybe not exactly how it happened, the way you ripped through my hymen, but I feel all womanly now full of cum and lots of orgasms." She lightly kissed me between words. 

We both knew that our sex was done for the day; our parents would be home soon for her official birthday party.

"Sweet sister, we have time to shower together before we are interrupted by mom and dad." Katie gathered her clothing darting off to the bathroom; I followed. On standing, our cooled mixed spice began slipping over my cock.

I entered the bathroom just in time to hear my sweet sister expel the rest of our cum. She saw the mess on me and beaconed close to her. She licked me clean. I almost fainted when her tongue began lapping; I went instantly hard. 

"Everywhere in between is fair territory," I panted in repeat of Katie's line only a little while earlier. We both knew it was too risky to go further and opted for the shower rather than discovery.

We were dressed in much more proper attire for dinner out. My sweet sister was promised a banquet for her nineteenth birthday. Our parents wasted nothing on her night out.

It was probably 9:30 or later when we got home. Katie brought out the camera gear I got for her. "I bet he spent a half a paycheck," she joked. It was almost three paychecks and a few hundred from savings.

"Michael asked me to take him out to show how I can get some of those night shots. Can we? Its not like I'm going out late some guy you don't know."

Mom piped up, "No harm, not like Michael would hurt you."

"I remember her hurt me once today." Her tone sounded hurting to mom but playful to me.

"What! What happened?" Mom went into protection mode.

"You know how he gets sometimes. He was acting goofy teasing me about turning 19 and he bumped into me kind of hard. It really hurt for a while. I made him be sorry for a while."

I called from the door, "Are you going to teach me some photography or will I have to just imagine it?"

We drove off toward a destination only I knew about. Katie became instantly inquisitive, "What's out this way? Where are we going?"

I kept silent until I came to a turn off and the car headlights illuminated an older looking house that had some recent work done. 

"I bought this place a couple months ago. I saved as much as I could and bought a place of my own. I did it for me, before today. It could be for us, your secret escape to do photography work."

"This is not a good night for photography, Michael. Maybe you should show me around."

We walked wrapped in the others arms as we approached the door. There I stood with key in hand, placed it in the lock, and turned to my sweet sister. I kissed her with as much passion as I could, turned the lock, swooped her into my arms and carried her across the threshold. I showed her the entire place and her bedroom, for appearance after today.

"When will you move, Michael?" Her question had an edge of concern and maybe loss that I am moving away from home.

"I can move any day. I wanted you to see it first. Even before today, I wanted you to be the first to see it. IÕm serious about your room, too. You can move some of your stuff here if you want." 

My sweet sister surveyed the surroundings carefully. She pulled me by the hand with her as she took more of it in. "Where did all the furniture come from?" Katie had many questions for me to answer and I answered as best as I could.

The one question we both wanted answered was how long before we made love on my bed in my house. We lingered in my bedroom knowing that tonight was not the night.

"I am telling mom and dad this week about the house and moving this weekend. They will want to help and, I'm thinking by Saturday afternoon I'll have everything moved. Saturday night might be a good time for my first overnight guest." Katie was satisfied that she was included in my plans.

I broke the news the next day and sure enough, dad called in a debt and had movers getting me settled in my own house. We took a drive to the address and mom and dad surveyed the house. They were satisfied that the house was in good shape and livable.

"I was even thinking about Katie. She can stay here nights if she wants to in her own room. It isn't like her bedroom at home but she can make it her own." Having movers helping get me settled, it was only Thursday afternoon. "Katie can even stay now if she wants."

"Can I," she begged. "I have to go home to pack a few things for a couple days. I want to help Michael settle."

Decisions made, mom, dad, and Katie left. Katie returned about an hour later with the few things she needed for a long weekend.

We both knew clothing would become optional before the evening played itself out. Within five minutes of Katie returning, we were kissing and hugging. My work schedule and Katie's school schedule kept us apart during the day and evenings at home with parents around meant we could only steal an occasional kiss or intimate hug.

Katie and I were anxious and nervous wondering how long we could keep our newfound lust for the other a secret. Since we were always close growing up, we knew we could a secret for a while. All the time we knew that at some point we could slip up.

After putting away her clothes in her bedroom, I was an interested bystander; Katie moved to me I silent recognition of how our lives changed in just a few days. "Caution to the wind," she said in a hushed tone.

I waited for the wind to blow a gale force and it came quickly. With like minds, we scrambled out of our clothing and connected skin to skin. We were liberated from the thought of getting caught. The crisp clean linen on my bed was about to get stained.

We tumbled to the mattress as our foreplay continued. We touched and kissed, groped and pinched, until we could withstand no longer.

"Take me, Michael. Make love with me."

Katie took position on her back, legs bent at the knees, and legs spread wide. I continued to tease and tickle a bit longer. "Fuck me, Michael!"

She took my cock in hand and wedged it between her folds. I thrust in completely and settled in her. The shock of my sudden thrust surprised her as Katie lay beneath me wide eyed and deeply penetrated. She circled my waist with her legs and her arms held me tight to her chest.

I flexed my hips and withdrew a bit before thrusting back. Each movement was met by a satisfied moan, groan, and sigh. Soon, Katie was getting into rhythm as we worked our bodies together.

We were both close to orgasm and begging the other to cum. When it happened, it was lightening bolts and jerking spasms. Katie clenched my cock, called my name, and punctuated it with a scream as her orgasm detonated and overwhelmed her consciousness. My cum jetted into her in deep sprays.

The realization that my cum was in my sister for a third time made me worry. "You could be pregnant, Katie. We have no protection."

"You'll protect me, Michael."

"Katie, I came in you. That's not protecting you." Worry must have shown on my face although none showed on Katie's. She began playing with my cock already slippery from her cum. I was getting hard again.

Katie swung a leg over my stomach and squared on my almost stiff cock. It must be true that a guy has enough blood to think with one head at a time, I forgot my fears of pregnancy and we made love again.

As I shot another load of my cum into her wishing well, Katie sighed, "I'm on the pill."

Another surprise, "Mom let you start birth control!" It wasn't a question, rather an exclamation.

"I use them to control my periods. They were crazy and the only way to control them is the pill. So, I'm on the pill. Why do you think I came back to you after the first time? I wanted you in me."

After two cums, I took more time to recover and suggested we clean up and have some dinner. I grilled some steak and grilled some vegetables on the side. We had a nice repast and talked long into the evening.

Katie told me some of her fantasies and I told her some of mine and we vowed to use the information to our mutual satisfaction. We were off to bed, together.

In my, our, bedroom, low lights accentuated our nerves. No, we were not nervous, we were excited to know that on top of all the taboo things we'd already done, we added sleeping together, sans clothing.

We hadn't decided on side of the bed to sleep and Katie went left so I went right. We rolled into the waiting arms of the other as our bodies touched the mattress. Our energized beings began exploring body parts. We kissed and groped our way into a 69 position and I smelled Katie's musk. Our senses kicked in and in a simultaneous moment we tasted the other.

Katie opened her mouth and gave the head of my cock a tentative lick. My tongue snaked out to lick at her labia. My tongue touched her nerve center, her tiny nerve filled clit. As I tickled her with my tongue, Katie opened wide and took my cock in her mouth. The sensations we gave each other drew deep groans of satisfaction. 

Katie licked and sucked me as she became better acquainted with the art of sucking a guy. I knew I was desensitized by my orgasms of the day and was not concerned with cumming too soon. I concentrated on licking and kissing my sweet sister until she exploded in my mouth, begged me to fuck her, or both.

It didn't take long before Katie began bucking her hips against my face. She bucked hard and stiffened after another couple minutes. She came hard and long, screaming out her lust and cum. I added a finger in her and found her little g-spot. I rubbed that little gland and she gushed more of her fluid.

I was on my back with Katie on top sucking me. She spun to mount me and my cock disappeared into her cum soaked pussy. She was beyond making any sense. She just mumbled nonsense words as she slid my cock out until barely the head was inside her then she pressed down with great force. At the bottom she held me deep and squeezed my cock. Again and again she did this routine until her eyes glazed over and she screamed, "Fuck me my brother! Fuck me Michael!"

Katie scrambled to her knees, leaned forward, and presented her pussy to me. I drove my cock deep with the first thrust. Katie pushed with equal resolve. We worked our bodies hard; I held Katie's hips pulling her onto me, me into her. She buried her face in a pillow and screamed again as another orgasm slammed her. How could she cum so hard and so often?

One hand left her hip and smoothed over her butt cheeks. Her butt was soft to the touch but firm in tone. I let a finger explore along her butt and into the valley between her twin globes. Katie must have anticipated my finger poking around her tiny butt hole as she relaxed into feeling her yet unexplored butt getting poked by a finger.

"Oh fucking god, Michael!" My finger penetrated her sphincter with ease, she was so wet from cum. Katie launched into uncontrollable spasms, her body jerking against me begging, "Fuck me!"

Beyond the point of no return, our bodies connected by sex, I came in my sweet sister again. It was as though we had some kind of awakening of unknown or undiscovered pleasure. It was more than cumming; it was as though we were mentally, physically, and emotionally joined in one body.

Our bodies were drained as we collapsed to the mattress and slept the sleep of lovers. Waking in the morning we barely had enough time to shower and dress for work and school. "We need an alarm clock," we laughed.

Katie's college schedule was only two class periods today and she arrived at my house much earlier than I from work. She set about doing some more cleaning and organizing and made a simple dinner for us. 

When I arrived, my sweet sister was in her usual garb, gym shorts and T-shirt. "Michael, I can't believe how my classes went today, I was energized and excited all day."

"It was a good day at work for me, too. Too bad we have to return to normal Sunday afternoon." One of us had to face the truth.

"I can stay here with you, in my room."

"Katie, what about appearances? Wouldn't people, you know mom and dad, figure out what's going on. You don't date, I don't date. Why? Because we don't want to bring home a date and disturb the other?" 

"I'm off the market to boys. I only want to disturb you." She walked over to me, turned her back to me, and rubbed her butt into my crotch. "I have one virgin opening, Michael. And, your little finger can't fill it."

My sweet sister, barely 19, and a master manipulator. I slid her shorts to the floor.

Katie walked me to the bedroom; I began removing my clothes as we walked the few paces.

"Make me wet, Michael."

Presuming she meant lick her, I leaned down on her exposed butt hole and probed with my tongue.

"I meant lube, but tongues are much nicer," Katie panted.

Slowly we edged closed to the bed. When close enough, Katie bend her torso forward over the mattress spreading herself open. I knew it was time to make a rear attack.

I guided my cock over her twin globes and stroked up and down her valley. My cock connected with her butt hole and Katie relaxed to the feel. I pushed gently against the strong muscle. When my cock head penetrated, it felt like it popped in. Katie moaned. 

"It hurts. I'll stop."

"No you won't," she answered as she pushed against me. More cock disappeared.

We controlled the penetration, as Katie grew accustomed to my invader. One of Katie's hands snaked down to her pussy; she was masturbating herself in time to my slow movements. 

My sweet sister was working herself to orgasm and she pushed hard into me; I was fully engulfed as she came. She cried out loudly, "Fuck my ass!"

There wasn't much moisture left and I knew we had no lube to ease our movement. I withdrew slowly and rode my cock back into her just as slowly. After a few strokes, moving in her tight butt became easier and we moved against the other with more speed. Katie continued masturbating.