"Where is this? It looks like a motel room."
"It is. My motel and that's what's going on in room number one. Not very interesting. Let's see what's happening in Two."
Lisa left the sleeping woman and the man in the bathroom on the screen but turned the volume down and pushed the second on-off button of the adjoining screen. The room was empty. "Hmm, I don't like that," she said and reached for a large knob on the bottom of the panel and turned it. "Room three."
Room three had something happening. What was happening wasn't exactly clear for several seconds as Lisa fiddled with the fine tuning and contrast knobs. A fat, florid faced man of about fifty with a crew cut sat on the edge of the bed in his underpants and a sleeveless T-shirt furiously smoking a cigarette and gulping liquor from a paper cup. Directly in front of him clad only in panties and a black lace bra was a girl of no more than nineteen.
Between sips on his drink and puffs on his cigarette he pawed her none too delicately; his hands running the length of her body, then resting on her crotch and breasts which he kneaded roughly, shaking his head and muttering into her body. The girl stood perfectly still. "Looks like a hooker and her John," Lisa commented.
"I'd say over half my business is shack-up jobs. Never have any problems with the police and the straights don't seem to know what's going on. Next week there's a convention in town and I'm booked solid." She folded her arms and stepped back.
"You mean to say that you've got those three rooms completely bugged and no one knows about it?" Toni asked incredulously.
"Honey I've got all the rooms bugged and of course no one knows about it. You don't think I'm about to tell anyone do you?"
"But isn't that a bit off Lisa, I mean eavesdropping on people like that?"
"I suppose it is but it's harmless really. I mean I don't tape any of it and at the same time it allows me to see what's going on in my own motel. You can't hold that against me can you. After all I'm just protecting my own property. And some of these people too. I stopped a woman from being murdered in that very room once. A hooker just like that who picked up a real sickie. Just as I tuned in on them he had her down on her knees and was waving this blade at her that looked like a sword. He was out of his fucking mind, impotent and crazed and just ready to work her over. Well we busted in there just before he did any damage and saved her and ourselves a lot of aggravation. Afterwards she asked me how I knew what was going on and I told her it was just good old ESP. Now if I had a murder here that would have been great for business wouldn't it?"
"I see what you mean."
The girl turned her back to the man and walked over to the dresser and opened a bottle of beer from the large, wax ice bucket and took a long drink. She was very heavily made up and her eyes were hooded with boredom and drugs. She fished around in a patent leather handbag and retrieved an Aspirin jar that contained what looked like Tuinol. She took two and lit a cigarette and then walked back to the man, "Show me that cunt of yours," he rasped at her with his sandpaper voice, "Y'a wanna see my cunt huh?" she asked with the cigarette stuck into the side of her mouth, her head tilted back to escape the stream of smoke working its way to her already heavily blurred eyes.
"Yeah that's what I want to see," he said running his hand over his crotch, "and it better smell good too. I don't like no smelly cunts." The girl shrugged and eased herself out of her panties and tossed them onto the bureau. With the beer bottle in her right hand she walked up to him and thrust her pussy against his mouth. He rubbed his lips against it and began to moan softly. She stood there pulling on her beer and giving her head little tosses to remove the hair that was falling about her face.
"And take that goddamn bra off too."
"You take it off for me lover," she said turning her back to him and making a face right into the camera. He fumbled for several seconds before he managed to undo the clasp.
"Nice body she's got." Toni said as her bra tumbled to the floor and she stretched and yawned.
"Umm," Lisa said pulling up two easy chairs.
"Bend over baby and spread your legs," he said and she bent over and spread her legs. He placed his face between the cheeks of her ass and began lapping her noisily. He moved his slobbering mouth between her asshole and her cunt with fitful, jerky bobs of his crew cut head. The girl kept sipping on her beer.
"What a fucking creep," Toni breathed, lighting a cigarette and passing the pack to Lisa. He kept rubbing his hand across his cock as he continued to eat the girl from behind.
"Anything yet?" the girl asked over her shoulder dropping the dog end of her cigarette into the empty beer bottle.
"Shut up," he rasped looking up from her crotch, his mouth dripping. I'll give you somethin' you won't forget, just gimme a minute."
"I hope so," she said and turned her head and looked straight ahead. The expression on her young, debauched face was a blank. "Maybe if you took off your pants it would be easier," the girl offered.
"Yeah maybe you're right."
His huge, bloated body drunkenly dragged itself up from the bed and he pulled at his yellowish jockey shorts. The exertion of this small output of energy had him huffing and panting. He reached for another cigarette and refilled his empty cup. The girl looked at him indifferently; his shriveled, red little cock almost invisible between the blubbery thighs and his overhanging stomach.
"He's in great shape," Toni said laughing.
"Yeah, I think we should call in Charles Atlas immediately," Lisa added. She stood up and went to retrieve the cigarette papers, the marijuana and the Cocaine in the living room.
"Hey, bring some lemonade too while you're at it," Toni called after her.
When she returned with the supplies the girl was down on her knees sucking on his lifeless, puckered dick. "Uhh," Lisa spat, her nose curling up with distaste. The girl
kept her eyes closed and moved him in and out of her mouth in a way that would have made most other men blow up and then burst in minutes flat.
"Poor chick," Toni said, taking a hit on the silver Cocaine spoon.
"See, this is a helluva lot better than television," Lisa said, her eyes glued to the viewing screen.
"Yeah, I like this. I see what you mean. This is fun!" Toni said bending over the Coke spoon again.
In room one the man in the bathroom finished brushing his teeth and blowing his nose then settled down next to his wife and started reading a magazine. In room three the girl was still on her knees sucking away without much success. The man stood over her weaving unsteadily on his feet groping at the top of her head for support. She stopped sucking, looked up at him and said: "Maybe you'd be more comfortable lying down."
He looked at her crookedly, "Yeah that's a good idea,"
He tottered back and his legs bounced comically up off the mattress. He sloppily rearranged the pillows for support and spread his legs open in invitation.
"How gross," Toni said. The girl got onto the bed and and pushed his legs apart and dipped her head over his cock and began guzzling on it. He lay there breathing heavily and pulling at the sheets.
After another five minutes the girl stopped and shook her head. "It's not your day baby. Too much of that," she said her eyes moving to the half empty bottle of Rye next to the bed.
"Wadda y'a mean," he growled without much menace in his voice, "I always get it up! I've never passed on cutting the mustard, you unerstan' that you, you," he fumed taking an ineffective swipe at the girl, his arm crashing into the head board and bouncing down onto his sweating chest, "you bitch! I bought you a steak dinner and grave you seventy five fucking bucks so don't tell me I can't get it up!"