"Nick has a very warped sense of humor, Ken," she said as she started to strip.
Nick's eyes focused on Cindy's body as she tossed her skirt aside and prepared to remove her filmy blouse.
"Hey, you've got a great shape, baby," Nick said. "Maybe you could stay after a little while tonight, if you know what I mean."
Nick winked and Cindy shook her head.
"I'd better run the kid home," she explained. "We don't want to get him in any trouble. His folks would wonder what was happening if we kept him out too late."
It was apparent to Ken that Cindy was displaying some concern over his welfare and he appreciated it. Ken began undressing.
"Now the two of you give us a real nice performance," Nick smiled. "I've got to go downstairs and tend to the guests. They'll be drinking up the best booze if I don't watch them, if you know what I mean."
After Nick had gone out of the room, Ken told Cindy quite bluntly that he didn't care for him.
"Few people do," Cindy admitted, "but he's worth a lot of money. And that's where it's at."
Cindy noticed that Ken was unhesitating to undress further. He still had his trousers on.
"Aren't you going to take your trousers off?" she smiled.
As she worked her panties down her legs and removed them, Cindy watched Ken easing out of his trousers and slowly sliding out of his shorts. Looking at his throbbing cock hanging between his legs, Cindy smiled down at him.
"Hmmmm, Ken, you look good enough to eat."
That remark triggered Ken's desires.
"Do you want to get down there and suck on it?" he asked her.
Shaking her head, Cindy explained they had to save that sort of thing for the exhibition.
Once the two of them were completely naked she came over to him.
"Sweetheart," she told him, "you've got to have it real hard. Here, let me pump on it."
Reaching for his turgid penis, she began pulling on it. The mouth-watering sight of his cock got her so excited she was trembling.
"Do you like it?" he asked her.
"You bet your sweet ass I do," she said, patting his bare buttocks.
At this point she embraced him. Pushing her bare breasts against his firm, muscular chest she kissed him hard on the mouth. She could feel his hotly swollen prick pressing against her smooth belly. His arms swept around her and then he reached down to squeeze her buttocks.
"Wouldn't it be fun if we could just fuck right here and not have anybody watch?" he smiled.
Shaking her head she told him no.
"I've got to slip into some black stockings and wear a garter belt. That turns some of the old boys on. You could wear a jock strap. Once we get out there and they give us some good applause I can slip out of my black stockings and toss the garter belt aside. Then you can remove your jock strap."
Looking at her shapely legs as she slipped into her black stockings fascinated him. However, his balls were so hard now that he realized it wouldn't be much longer until his penis was throbbing with desire for her.
She couldn't take her eyes off his rigid cock. Cindy imagined how delightful it would feel to have him stabbing it inside of her.
Cindy went over to him now and patted his shoulders affectionately.
"You're so handsome, honey," she told him, "I hate to share even the sight of you with those evil, foul-minded men."
For a moment Ken thought she might be suggesting that they slip away from the despicable exhibition performance that he did not care to become involved in.
"Why don't we get out of here… just you and me?" he pleaded.
Shaking her head, Cindy explained why she couldn't.
"Sorry, baby, but I've got a lot of bills coming due next week," she explained, "and like it or not, it serves a purpose."
He slipped into the jock strap that she'd brought with her. Ken couldn't resist reaching out to cup one ripe pink-tipped breast in his hand, squeezing it possessively.
"Hhmmmm," Cindy reacted to the masculine contact with her body.
Cindy realized it was important for them to go downstairs and display themselves naked before the men who'd come to see them performing together. Reluctantly she pulled him to the door.
"When we get down there, baby," she explained, "they are going to suggest different things for us to do. I know it's going to be depraved and disgusting, but I want you to remember one thing, Ken."
Ken was certain she was going to express some feeling and love for him and he could hardly wait for what she had to say next.
"What, baby?" he asked anxiously.
"Remember the money we're getting paid for our performance," she said in a sanctimonious manner.
That was hardly what he wanted to hear, but he nodded.
"Oh… yes," he agreed. "That's… that's a good thing to remember. I'll try to remember it when I'm forced to perform these vile acts."
Ken imagined how exciting it would be if she would slip into her see-through panties.
"Why don't you wear your see-through panties?" he suggested.
Cindy thought about it for a long moment.
"Yes, why not give the old boys a real start?" she giggled.
Cindy slipped into her black lace see-through-crotch panties. Combined with her garter belt and her long black stockings, she did make quite a spectacle. Her naked bosoms swung before her, the red nipples distended enticingly. Reaching out Ken pinched at her nipples until she blushed.
"You shouldn't do that," she grinned.
Reaching down, Ken let his fingers probe around her pussy. Dropping to his knees he pressed his lips on her crotch. He loved having his tongue sliding along her sticky crease. Ken enjoyed this contact of raw feminine meat against his tongue tip. And Cindy enjoyed having him sucking on the succulent nest of wet feminine hair.
Parting her pussy lips with his thumbs, Ken looked at her inciting pink, glistening cunt. His probing finger found her tiny clitoris and in seconds he was pumping in like his finer was a cock. Her clitoris twitched with the sexual excitation.
"Oh, Ken, I love it. I'm so hot. Oh, baby, I would love having your big prick between my legs. Oh, honey, why don't you fuck me?"
Getting to his feet, Ken was about to insert his manhood in her mound when the door swung open. Nick stood there, angry and disgusted.
"Where the fuck have you two been?" he complained. "You know what you're supposed to be doing. These people have paid plenty to come here and watch you fuck and suck. Now don't do it here in the bedroom where no one can watch."
Realizing that she had broken one of the first rules of being a good sex exhibitionist, she apologized to Nick.
"I'm really sorry," she bubbled, "but this young kid got carried away with my cunt."
"That's a poor excuse," Nick told her. "Business is business," he said gruffly. "Now get your twitching ass out there and let them see how delicious it is to suck your cunt."
Nick did have a disgusting way of talking about beautiful, erotic sex and it irritated Cindy.
"You've got such a crude mouth," she complained.
"That's too fucking bad," Nick laughed.
Cindy followed Nick out the door and Ken walked behind her. Downstairs in the sunken living room a mattress had been placed in the middle of the floor. A red spot was focused on the mattress and the rock music coming from the stereo was coordinated to produce a very erotic scene for the hot naked men who were there to get their fill of the spectacle.
At first Ken felt fearful and nervous. How could he do such a thing? It was disgusting. But as he looked at beautiful blonde Cindy with her hair falling around her shoulders, her buttocks on display in the black lace panties and her lithe long legs encased in the black stockings looking so appealing, he didn't care what anyone thought.
The men applauded drunkenly and some of them even resorted to taking heroin and marijuana to add to the pleasures of the moment.
Cindy was no stranger to the men and some of them called out to her by name. But Ken, who had slipped on a mask just before he went out the door, was glad they didn't know him by name. They simply called him the kid.