"I said to get your ass out of my room," he repeated. "Now!"
"Gil, you can't mean what you're saying."
He jumped up, went to his pants and withdrew his wallet. He withdrew some bills, placed them in her hand, then gathered her clothes and opened the door. Still naked, he shoved her out into the hallway and threw her clothes after her. "I gave you a tip," he said. "You asked for two-fifty, right? Well, there's three. It's more than you're worth. Think of it as a tip. Thanks for the lay."
He slammed the door.
Connie stood with tears streaming down her, cheeks, trying to cover her nakedness with her clothing and glancing from side to side. Fortunately, there was nobody in sight. She unclenched her fist and stared at the bills. They were one dollar bills. Just as he had said, plus a fifty-cent tip.
"You rotten son of a bitch," she said. "You dirty, rotten son of a bitch."
CHAPTER FIVE
Closing night at the Lucky Nuggett went extremely well and Gil Turner was easily able to negotiate a five-hundred dollar a week raise for Sherry's return engagement in September. It was three days later when they arrived at the Alpine Hotel in Lake Tahoe. Sherry and her father flew, as always, but their accompaniment, The Sunbeams, made the ten-hour drive by auto. Victor Redgrave rented a car at the airport early that afternoon and by late afternoon the group had set up and rehearsed briefly in the Alpine Lounge.
Gil Turner had stayed in Las Vegas on business with another of the acts he handled but he had been able to secure a similar raise in salary for Sherry at the new gig, too, and this made her and her father happy. Greg Jennings, the entertainment director at the Alpine, verified the raise upon their arrival.
"Despite the fact that he drinks too much, Gil's a fairly good businessman," Victor said to Sherry as they drove to their motel. The Alpine, unlike the Lucky Nuggett, did not furnish rooms for lounge acts and so they had rented a luxurious, rustic apartment overlooking the lake and just a five-minute drive from the Alpine.
"I wonder how he and the cocktail waitress, Connie, made out?" Sherry asked as they arrived at their motel.
"Who knows," her father said. "Probably just another piece of ass to Gil," he said. "Along with the usual pack of lies, of course."
When they had finished unpacking, Sherry said, "Daddy, I don't feel like a nap. It's still early yet and I don't feel like just hanging around the motel. It's so nice to be back among the tall trees and the water. Could we just take a walk and dig nature?"
"All right," her father said.
They went out and began walking along the shore of the lake for perhaps a quarter-mile, then headed through the trees inland up a slight incline. They hiked several miles and below them the lake was deep blue. A slight breeze had come up and there were whitecaps riding the surface. A few small craft, mostly sailboats, skimmed the surface, their sails full and white against the darker water. Victor paused to catch his breath, leaning against a big pine tree for support. Then, suddenly, he pushed Sherry behind the tree and held his finger to his lips to indicate silence. Silently, he pointed and Sherry peered around the tree. Not twenty-yards distant lay a handsome dark-haired man in his early twenties. He lay on his back on the ground, his pants pulled down to his ankles, and his brownish hard-on stood straight up in the air. Sherry gasped, holding her hand to her mouth. The man's prick was easily the most immense male organ she had ever laid eyes on. On either side of him was a young girl, both very young and both very beautiful, and the girls were kissing his face adoringly and running their fingers through his hair and over his stomach. The girls wore hot pants and Sherry could see that they wore no bras beneath their skimpy, silken blouses.
"Good Lord," Sherry said. "You'd think they'd go to a motel or something."
"Shhh," Victor said. "Let's watch."
The girls were beautiful – gorgeous – and, from their hair and enormous breasts, Sherry guessed them to be showgirls. The man seemed totally relaxed, allowing them to have their way with him, except each of his hands was up under their blouses fondling their ample tits. In a moment, one of the girls – a redhead – grasped the man's huge cock and massaged it while the blonde tickled the man's breasts and soul-kissed him passionately. The scene was making Sherry's pussy mushy.
The girls went on that way for several minutes treating the young man as though he were some kind of sultan and they were his sex slaves. Then both girls stood up and stepped out of their shorts, revealing perfectly rounded asses. The redhead curled up beside the man with her face next to his monstrous organ and began showering it with worshipful kisses and fondling it as though it were a treasure. The blonde, following the man's instructions, bared her breasts and wiggled them back and forth across the man's face.
"Oh, Tony!" Sherry heard her shout as the man kissed and lapped at her aroused nipples. "Tony, I've wanted you for so long, darling."
Whoever he was, this Tony was quite a lover, Sherry thought, to rate two such devoted and lovely devotees. She wished her father weren't with her. She wanted to reach down and stroke her clitoris as she watched the sex scene. Tony was so handsome and his cock so enormous! He was the absolute epitome of virility and she secretly wished she could join the girls and make the orgy a foursome.
Now the blonde whose titties Tony had been sucking sat directly on his face with her legs spread wide apart. She was a natural blonde all right, Sherry saw. Her pubic hair and the fuzz rimming the cleft of her ass was blonde, too. She propped herself up with her hands on the ground on the pine needles and slowly ran her vagina all over Tony's face while his hands kneaded her ass and he lapped at her cunt. She stared up at the cloudless sky, a look of abject rapture on her delicate features as though she were praying Tony's tongue would never cease its delicious laying mission on her genitals. Once, as the blonde scooted up on Tony's face a bit farther to give him better access Sherry caught a glimpse of his lapping tongue as it flicked all the way around to the blonde's anal cavity. My God! she thought. Even Tony's tongue is longer than most men's pricks! He was some kind of freak of nature, but if he was a freak he was easly the most handsome freak she had ever seen.
By now, the redhead was running her tongue all up and down the giant, bronze cock that stood as tall and proud as a small tree here in the forest – a stout, firm tree though without branches, just smooth flesh reaching majestically for the heavens (it was God-sent all right!) with two beautifully symmetrical testicles the size of large avocadoes at rest below.
Sherry thought she would go mad as the redhead tried vainly to get Tony's balls in her mouth. They were just too large, so the poor girl had to compromise by bathing them with her tongue. It was a difficult job. Her futile act resembled a midget attempting to wash a pair of two-ton trucks! And her tongue was of normal size! She did manage to get most of his penis into her mouth though and Tony's firm hips responded by slowly thrusting his member as far as it would penetrate to the back of her mouth. And then Tony did a most unusual thing. He released his grip from the ass of the blonde on whose cunt he was feasting, flung both arms out to the side, turned his head free from her snatch and emitted a long note of such power and beauty that Sherry was astounded. His voice was magnificent, the vibrato and timbre obviously that of a trained singer. It was as though he were in Switzerland amidst the Alps instead of the mountains of Lake Tahoe yodeling with unrestrained joy. No, he wasn't yodeling. His voice was far too beautiful for that.
But he was expressing the joy and passion he felt at this moment in the best way he knew how. His big balls, the source of his deep voice, literally bounced as the long note resounded through the mountainside and tickled Sherry's ears.