"What is she going to do? Fuck herself up the ass with the other bottle?" Lisa asked, her voice tinged with excitement. Toni was lost in the spectacle and remained silent. That's what she did.
She placed the half empty bottle below her ass and carefully sat on it. She hadn't bothered to remove the label. She groaned loudly as it penetrated her. Bela Lugosi was having a hard time procuring willing bodies for his vile and somewhat strange scientific experiments. She worked the beer bottle up her ass from behind her while her left hand rolled in wide circles at her cunt. She flung her head up with a start and her face seemed to swell the viewing screen with an image of indescribable ecstasy. Her eyes were locked shut and the skin on her face was pulled tightly around the bone structure, sweat touched at her hair line.
Lisa and Toni could see the words forming on her lips, almost feel them being wrenched from deep down in her stomach through her taut thighs; "Yes baby, yes," she seemed to be saying, "I'm coming right now!" Her orgasm passed upwards through her body like a shotgun blast tearing through wood. It rocked her from side to side and seemed to be tearing and pushing outwards at her skin. She was babbling to herself and her torso contorted in a series of twists and turns. She bounced back onto the bottle jammed up her ass and this caused her to buck forward slamming face downwards onto the chair. As she did this the bottle up her cunt sunk in deeper and she jerked backwards in a desperate attempt to escape all that divine pleasure clawing her apart.
Somehow she managed to get the two bottles out from her ass and cunt while she was still climaxing. She was coated in sweat and as the last ripple of her orgasm played itself out she smiled as far and as wide as her mouth would go. Lisa watched with mixed emotions as she knocked the half empty beer bottle over onto the carpet; it dripped sluggishly in spurts against her leg. The exhausted girl collapsed onto her back and blinked at the ceiling several times before she curled up and rocked herself to a standstill.
"Hey, that was something else!" Toni proclaimed jumping out of her chair and placing her nose two inches from the screen looking at the girl on the floor with the beer bottles.
"Yes I must say," Lisa said, snapping out of her trance, "that got me quite hot."
"How on earth did you get into this thing Lisa?" Toni asked still watching the girl twitching convulsively.
"It started out with a ham radio set. Some guy I was seeing was a nut about them and before very long he had me hooked. Then I got bored with it because basically nothing very exciting seemed to ever happen. Just a lot of crackling static and garbage about wave lengths between jerkwater towns. Then I got a video tape machine and started playing around with that. Then one day I just got the idea to see what it would be like to look in on some of my customers. At first I just hooked up one room and believe me it's not all that difficult. I just bought all the components and put them together from a blueprint."
"Incredible."
"The only real tricky part was putting this piece of equipment together and ironing' out the kinks," she said patting her ceiling to floor console. "You're the only other person who has ever seen this thing."
"I'm honored."
"Basically I think I'm a frustrated movie director. This thing cost a lot of money."
"I bet."
"And what it is really is just the same kind of surveillance unit they use in banks and large department stores and places where there's too much going on to check it all out with security guards."
"I'm knocked out and I mean the idea that you would ever get involved and actually do it leaves me speechless."
"Not bad for a girl eh?"
"You said it."
"While we're on our feet do you feel like seeing the rest of the Silver Cactus Motel?" "Of course."
The first thing you saw once you pulled off the highway was the Olympic size swimming pool with its two diving boards jutting up like antennae from the blinding slash of its sparkling water. At the shallow end was a green and red stripped slide for the children and a scattering of aquatic toys and rubber floats. The driveway veered off to the left and deposited the weary traveler at a vibrant pink stucco and log cabin that was the check in desk.
Inside it was decorated with Indian blankets and Frederic Remington prints. The desk itself was a mahogany wonder that had once been the bar in some western saloon. It was blissfully air conditioned with tinted green windows and even with the
blinds drawn against the desert sun the entire room glowed from the superb maintenance of paste wax and elbow grease. A large coke machine stood to the right of the desk with a revolving rack of post cards of Reno and Las Vegas. Behind the desk to the left of the key board were shelves that housed a variety of cigarettes, and magazines.
Lisa showed Toni the back room where a huge ice machine turned out cubes with monotonous regularity by the pound. "That's John out front on the desk," Lisa said jerking her finger over her shoulder at the grizzled, Gabby Hayes type they had just passed. "He's been with me since I started out and he's good as gold. I can trust him with the running of this entire place." Behind the ice machine was a fully stocked kitchen, a bunk bed, easy chair and television set. The bathroom was set off to the right of the small but comfortable back living quarters.
Separate from the check-in cabin were twelve cabins all facing onto the pool, then the motel proper. Lisa showed the one room that had been converted into the maid's quarters. "This is where I lived when I first took over here. I keep two maids and one of them is always on the premises." Toni looked around at her at the well kept room with a wall full of cleaning supplies behind a beaded, hanging curtain. There was a full kitchen and bath, a small living room with a television and two bunk beds.
"And that's about it honey," Lisa said jangling her ring of keys. "There's sixteen rooms all with tile stall showers, air conditioning and color television and when you've seen one motel room you've just about seen them all. "They walked outside and Lisa opened a vacant room and led Toni to the back window. "Have a look," she said pointing to the dense wall of Cactus that separated the motel from her own living quarter's. "Can't see a thing, huh?"
"No you sure can't. That's great. It's like having your very own compound. You see what you want to see and nothing else."
"Of course," Lisa said lifting her shoulders and sticking out her tits-the proud owner of an A One motel.
When they walked out of the room they could see three kids stacked up on the slide preparing to descend into the pool. A man with a Buddha like belly in baggy, plaid shorts was waving a finger at them and saying, "Now you be careful understand?" They shrieked with delight as they zipped down the slide not paying him the slightest bit of attention. Lounging in a deck chair buried behind wrap-a-round sunglasses was a middle aged woman with blonde hair and a good figure sipping at a bottle of coke and smoking a cigarette looking from time to time at a young couple ten feet away from her necking openly and giggling almost as loud as the kids flopping around in the water.
The whole place was bathed in soft sunlight and the kind of tranquility you find only in the desert. Toni stood for several seconds looking up and down the length of the flagstone walk at all the cabins with their brass knockers and hand painted numbers and at the swimming pool and over at the funny looking but quaint log cabin that had a garish but effective neon sign in the shape of a cactus.
"A real nice set up. Lisa, I've got to hand it to you. Makes my little office seem like a drop in the big drink by comparison."
"Well all you need is a small office for what you do right?"
"Yeah, you're right, but there's something about having your own motel that's well, great!"