"Dad," Tina said dazedly, "what happened? I felt so good!"
"You came, baby," said Bill. "Had an orgasm.
"Oh, wow," she sighed, "so that's what it's like… Man, it's out of sight."
"Yes," Bill agreed, "but now it's time to go to sleep."
He got up and started for the door. Tina was frowning. At last she said, "Hey, Dad, wait! That wasn't fucking. What we did-it wasn't what I wanted to know about."
"That's right," said Bill, "and I can't teach you. Someday your husband will."
He left her pouting. He had heavier things on his mind right now. What if Lynn found out that he'd made love to their daughter? My God…
He'd just have to trust Tina to keep their secret.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Lynn arrived for her second evening of work at the Pussy Cat Club, Ed Green called her into the office. He didn't seem happy, frowning at her as he chewed his big black cigar.
"Look," he said. "I had a complaint about you.
"A complaint?" Lynn was surprised. She'd only had one customer, fat little Arthur, and he'd seemed quite pleased with her.
"Yeah," said Green, "that customer yesterday said you weren't adventurous enough."
Lynn's heart pounded. She didn't want to lose this job. "I'm sorry, Ed," she said, "but since it was only my first night, I really didn't know what to do. How can I improve?"
Green flashed her an evil grin. "It's simple, baby. You gotta put out."
Lynn blushed. She remembered Hazel's remark:
"This ain't nothing but another cathouse." Lynn had tried to forget that remark. But now Green was reminding her.
He laughed harshly. "What's to forget? You gotta fuck if the customer wants it. You do anything the customer wants. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," Lynn said miserably.
She could admit to herself that she hadn't minded jacking off Arthur the other night. It had been something she'd wanted to try, and it wasn't going too far. But to actually fuck other men? That was more than she'd bargained for.
There had to be some way around it. She planned to get the men so aroused and excited that they'd be content with a hand-job. She was bored with Bill in bed, true, but that didn't mean she was going to be unfaithful to him. She loved him and didn't want to wreck her marriage.
After her talk with Green, Lynn went back to the massage rooms to change into her costume. Hazel was there, working a big wad of gum as usual.
"Hi ya," said the big blonde. "How's it going?"
"I'm not sure, Hazel," Lynn said nervously. "Ed just chewed me out. He says I didn't do enough with Arthur. To tell you the truth, I didn't really expect I'd have to, well, go all the way with the customers. Do very many of them ask for that?"
"Nah, not too many," said Hazel. "Most of 'em are like you-they think it's just a massage place with some jacking off. They don't know enough to ask for more. But when a guy does ask, you better come across. Ed would can you in a minute if the customer isn't pleased."
"Oh, God," said Lynn. "I don't know if I can do it. I've never been unfaithful to Bill."
"Well, take my advice," said Hazel. "Do it. You need the money, and-" she giggled- "it really ain't that bad. Sometimes a girl needs a little variety, you know?"
Lynn blushed. Hazel had hit the nail on the head. If anyone needed variety and novelty, it was Lynn. Bill had fucked her exactly the same way for fifteen years. Still, she felt very uneasy about cheating on him. She really didn't know if she could do it.
Her first customer that evening was a gaunt lean man in his fifties, so silent and sour-faced that Lynn imagined he must be an undertaker. He responded with occasional grunts as Lynn massaged his cold smooth back. She wondered what he was doing here. He didn't seem the type to get aroused by massage parlors.
"You can turn over now, Mr. Hinley," she said when she had finished with his back. He was the formal type and hadn't told her his first name.
Hinley rolled over, and Lynn couldn't help gawking at his prick. Other men's cocks were still a novelty to her. Hinley was really well-hung. Even in its limp state, his long pale dick seemed huge to her. What a waste, she thought.
She began massaging his thin chest and shoulders, wishing he was friendly fat little Arthur instead. At least Arthur had let her know she was pleasing him. Hinley only stared coldly at the ceiling. He might as well have been a corpse.
Lynn's hands approached his crotch, and she felt her palms growing sweaty with nervousness. At this moment she always had a frightening fantasy of Bill walking in and catching her in the act of pumping a strange man's cock. She also felt a little prickle of naughty excitement.
She picked up Hinley's long drooping prick and laid it on the palm of her hand. Like the rest of him, his cock was cool and lifeless. She began to pet it softly but got no results. He didn't make a sound.
Christ, she thought, what does this guy want, anyhow?
The terrible notion came to her that Hinley might ask her to fuck him. She shuddered. Not with this sour-faced skeleton… She determined to jack him off quickly, before the idea entered his head.
"Uh," Hinley grunted.
Lynn had wrapped her fingers snugly around his long limp dick and begun pumping it swiftly. Remembering what she'd learned with Arthur, she used her other hand to cup his balls and gently and rhythmically squeeze them. At last Hinley showed some signs of animation. His bony face colored slightly, and the faintest smile twisted his thin cruel lips.
Lynn pumped harder. In a moment she felt his cock growing stiff and hard in her fist. Good. She'd be rid of him soon. His pale prick swelled to impressive length and girth, and she felt his huge nuts ballooning in her palm.
"Uh, uhhh," Hinley grunted.
Hot cock-juice bubbled out of his slitted knob and ran over her fingers. Lynn was very pleased with herself. She kept one eye on the Kleenex box, expecting to use it soon.
"Wait," snapped Hinley.
Lynn frowned at him. It was a bad time to stop, when she had him so near coming. "Yes, sir?" she said.
"Do exactly as I say," said Hinley, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his long yellow teeth bared as he panted. "Take off your shirt."
Reluctantly Lynn let go of his monstrous stiff prick and quickly pulled the transparent T-shirt off over her head, tousling her long gleaming brown hair. Hinley opened his narrow eyes for a glimpse of her big wobbling jugs, and he grinned wolfishly.
"Put my dick between your tits," he ordered.
Lynn felt disgust, but she obeyed. It was better than fucking him. She seized his long hot throbbing prick and eased it into the plump warm cleavage of her swelling jugs. When she leaned forward over him, her tits came tightly together to trap his cock in silky flesh.
"Good," said Hinley, his feverish eyes glued to her great melon-shaped boobs. "Now just hold still."
He kept his eyes open, much to Lynn's embarrassment, and he began to jerk his hips, working his wet drooling prick furiously in the tight hot cleavage of her big knockers. He watched his own performance, grinning wolfishly. She felt contempt for him. No doubt he couldn't get his rocks off in the normal way. He liked to humiliate women with kinky acts like this…
"Uhhhhhh!" Hinley's lean ugly face contorted with pleasure as he came.
Lynn felt his hot sticky jism on her chin, neck and tits. She resisted the strong impulse to wipe the stuff off immediately. She sensed that messing her up was part of his kick-and she was right. As Hinley slipped off the table and began to dress, he kept his eyes on her, chuckling softly at the sight of her cum-splattered tits and neck.
He left without a word.
Frowning with disgust, Lynn wiped the sticky jizz off herself and washed up. What a creep, she thought. A good honest straightforward fuck would have been less distasteful than that. Yet she still wasn't sure she'd be able to do that. She was willing to perform a few kinky acts in the course of massaging a customer, but she hadn't signed up for this job with the notion of becoming a whore.