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When she was next to him, a naked woman wearing nothing but a yellow-glow G-string came over to their booth. " Whadayah want to drink?" he asked her, blowing smoke from his nostrils.
" Nothing," Allison said. " Give us two Easy Lays," Sid said, ignoring her request, " and make hers a real easy lay." He chuckled. The naked woman smiled at Sid, then gave Allison a smug, put down look.
" She thinks you’re competition, " Sid explained, after the waitress left. He crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray. " Did you do what I told you to?" he asked, after a pause. This time he was certain she blushed. Up close, he could see her cheeks darken slightly.
" Yes." " OK, let’s see. Take your coat off." He watched her freeze. A thrill raced through him, stirring his cock to life. " No." " No?" he mocked her. " Why?" The tone of her voice was that of a child not wanting to do something its parent has ordered but knowing it will have to anyway. Petulant.
" Because I have to make sure you’re not wired." That was the truth, in part, but he also wanted to see her naked. " I can’t," she pleaded. " Not with other men watching."
But you would if we were alone wouldn’t you, you little slut? he was thinking. " Relax they’ve seen plenty of naked women before. You’re nothing special. They’ll just think you’re one of the strippers or somebody auditioning."
At that moment, the yellow-glow returned with their drinks. " Here drink some of this." he said, pushing a glass over to her. " It’ll make things easier." She took a couple of sips, then, waiting until the waitress was gone, slowly began unbuttoning her coat.
" OK," she said, when she had it unbuttoned. " No. No. Take it all the way off. I have to make sure you aren’t hiding anything." She hesitated, then reached up with her hands and pulled the coat off her shoulders, letting it slide down her naked back, then leaned forward, her nipples touching the cool, plastic surface of the table, as she shrugged her arms out of the sleeves.
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She had suddenly become the centre of attention. The few men sitting at the tables focused their gaze upon her. The waitress, was grinning snidely. She took a large gulp of her drink. Anything to kill the humiliation she was feeling. It seemed to help. Feeling a momentary need for defiance, she stared at Sid. In the blue, neon glow, the skin of his face seem cadaverous. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a black tie. She estimated that he was in his late fifties. There were heavy bags under his dark eyes. He was stocky, with broad, powerful-looking shoulders. His hair, which he probably dyed, was coal black, combed straight back into a short pony tail. The hands were thick and the stubby fingers were decorated with flashy diamond rings.
Hands and fingers to make a woman...what? she wondered fleetingly. Oddly, the word ‘beg’ came to mind, but for exactly what she wasn’t sure. The palms of his hands moved over her tits. They were hard as if he had walked on them for years. The fingers expertly tweaked and kneaded her nipples, making them swell.
" Nice." he said. " You like that don’t you?" She looked away. Across the room, she could see yellow-glow feed the jukebox and began swinging her naked body from side to side, arms over her head, as the thumping beat of Venus filled the room:
...summit of beauty and love, and Venus was her name. She’s got it. Yes, baby, she’s got it. The leathery palm moved slowly down to her stomach and began making warm circular motions, fingers gripping the firm flesh gently, then releasing it. He leaned to her and kissed her on the neck, just below her earlobe. She could feel the moist heat of his tongue and breath. She turned her mouth to him, and he filled it with his tongue. She gasped softly, quivering.
He lowered his hand farther. It warmly cupped her newly shaved cunt " You follow orders well." he said. His thick fingers spread the tight labia. He felt her whole body shiver then go lax. He pushed his fuck finger up inside her to the knuckle. He held his ear to her throat, listening to the faint murmuring sounds she made, like a small, wounded animal.
His hand moved around behind her neck and pushed her head down while with his other hand he unzipped his pants. The cock was thick and stubby, like the man. The foreskin slid back revealing a glistening head. There was a faint scent of ammonia in her nostrils. She felt his hand nudge the cheek of her ass. She raised her hips, off the leatherette seat and felt his finger slowly sink into her asshole. With his other hand he stroked her clit. She had never felt so hot in her life. Like the drink’s name, she was proving to be an easy lay. She was humiliated, ashamed, but she was powerless to resist. With a sense of breathless awe, she realized she would, probably, do anything he asked. Anything.