"I'm starving to death!" she replied, taking her clothing and putting them on quickly.
Sheila followed Robbie out of the room and down the stairs.
There was only a handful of people outside. Sheila counted about nine or ten people. The others were nowhere in sight.
Neil and Lou were both standing in front of the open grill. Wearing aprons, they were preparing the steaks and setting them on the plate that Carol held out for them.
"Grab a steak," shouted Neil when he spotted the blonde. "The baked potatoes are in the pot on the picnic table. The booze is on the drink table. Help yourself."
Sheila did not wait for his invitation. She picked up a plate, found, some silverware, and helped herself to a thick, juicy steak, potato, and a double bourbon. She swallowed the drink in one long gulp, got another glass, and downed nearly all of it. Then she cut into the charcoal meat and ate until she was stuffed.
Twenty minutes later, she sat back in her chair, lit a cigarette, took a sip of her drink, and relaxed.
After supper, everyone but Neil, Sheila, Robbie, Lou and Carol left the house. The remaining five – some continued to relax in chairs on the patio.
"How'd ya like my party?" asked Neil, smiling. Sheila smiled back at him. "Best party I ever went to in my life!"
"You're not mad at us?" asked Robbie cautiously.
"For what?" asked the blonde.
"For tyin' ya up in the bedroom," he explained. "At first I was," she said, smiling, "but I got over it."
"Ya got it all over the fuckin' sheets, too," commented Neil, laughing. Everyone laughed.
"Do ya do that to everyone?" asked Sheila.
Robbie shook his head. "Some broads get awfully pissed off when they're tied up."
"It's no fun if they don't enjoy it," explained Lou.
"I enjoyed it," said Sheila.
Carol laughed. "We know, honey. We know."
"What's next on the agenda?" asked the blonde, looking at Lou.
"I dunno," he replied, shrugging. "I'm awfully tired right now."
"Poor baby," teased Carol.
"I know just the thing to perk you up," laughed the blonde, giving him back his own line.
Lou laughed.
"Anybody in the mood for some clubbin' tonight?" asked Carol suddenly.
Neil shook his head.
"Got some work to do tomorrow," commented Robbie.
"Too fuckin' tired," growled Lou.
"I'm game," replied Sheila anxiously. "You're always game," laughed Neil.
"Where can we go, honey?" asked the blonde, looking at the redhead.
Carol waved it aside. "If nobody wants to go…"
"I do," protested Sheila. "Fuck them if they can't get it up anymore."
Carol suddenly had an idea. "Ya know," she said, "it just might be a lot of fun if the two of us went out lookin' for some action tonight."
"What's the town like?" asked the other girl.
"Lots of action," replied Neil. "It depends what you're lookin' for."
"Cock," squealed Sheila. "We're gonna look for some cock."
Lou made a face. "Didn't ya get enough cock for one day?"
"Fuck, no!" she shouted. "Anyway, you were the one who said that I couldn't take it."
Lou grumbled a weak reply.
"The Paradise is prob'ly the best place in town for a pickup," suggested Robbie.
"Yeah," agreed Neil. "Every time I went to the damned place I scored."
"All the perverts hang out there," explained Carol, smiling. "They even have rooms upstairs!"
Lou shook his head. "Stupid bitch," he snorted. "Those rooms are for the hookers."
Carol shrugged. "So what? If no one's usin' them, I don't think anyone would mind if…"
"Do they have any male hookers?" asked Sheila.
Neil shrugged. "I dunno. Best thing you can do is ask."
"Why the fuck should ya wanna pay for it, for Chrissakes?" asked Robbie curiously. "There's enough free cock in this town for any broad in the world."
"I don't know," she replied. "I think it would be exciting. It would be something new."
"It's your money," he said shortly.
"How 'bout it, honey?" asked Sheila, turning to Carol.
The redhead was excited. "Let's go get ready, baby," she said, getting up.
"Didja bring your own car?" asked the blonde.
"Uh-huh. I have a change of clothes in the car. We'll take you back to the hotel. Would it be okay if I got ready there?"
"Of course," replied the blonde. The girls went back to the house.
Five minutes later, they came back outside.
"I guess I'll be seein' you guys again," said Sheila, looking down at them.
"Ya comin' back later tonight?" asked Lou.
She shrugged. "I dunno. It depends on what happens at the Paradise."
"I get it," said Neil, acting hurt. "If ya don't find any action, you're gonna come back to see [missing text]."
"Something like that," snickered Carol. The two girls laughed.
"One thing about women," announced Lou. "If ya don't want anyone to hurt your feelings, don't go near 'em, for Chrissakes. They'll do it every damned time!"
Giggling, the girls went down the walk and headed for the parking lot.
"I just don't understand women," said Robbie, shaking his head. "Ya treat 'em like a queen and they'll shit on ya every time."
"They're cruel," commented Neil.
"And heartless," added Lou. "Don't forget that. Women are heartless."
Silence.
The men began to sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Sheila and Carol entered the club at precisely eight o'clock.
They both looked ravishing. Sheila had showered and had put on a lacy, sleeveless mini-dress was so short that her blonde thatch of pubic hair was almost visible between her legs.
Carol had put on a tight pair of red hot pants, white, knee-length boots, and a tight, black bikini-top. They looked voluptuous, hot, and ready for action. Even though there were only two or three people at the place when they entered, all heads turned toward them, and shocked eyes popped out of straining sockets.
"When's this place start jumpin'?" asked the blonde as the two lovely creatures sat down at a table only a few tables up from the dimly-lit stage.
"It starts filling up around nine o'clock or so," replied the bosomy redhead.
The waitress approached their table and took their order. She was gone in a flash.
The girls lit their cigarettes and surveyed the room for an interested man. There were none.
"The place is bound to be packed pretty soon," reassured Carol. "Just wait."
Sheila nodded.
The waitress brought them their drinks.
At eight-thirty, the place was still far from filled. About a dozen people had staggered in, most of them couples or small groups. Carol and Sheila began to get restless. The blonde had already had four drinks; the redhead had had three. Their ashtray was stacked with dead cigarette butts.
"I'm gettin' tired of this place," said Sheila, shifting uneasily in her chair. "And I'm horny as hell."
"If you'll just…" Carol never finished her statement. Both girls had noticed the young man who had crossed the big room and made his way to the stage. He was very tall and slender, with light-brown, shoulder-length hair. Once on stage, he went to the electric bass and inspected it closely. He seemed totally absorbed with his instrument.
Without taking her eyes from the young musician, the blonde said softly, "Have you ever been fucked by a musician?"
"No… but I'm game if you are," replied the smiling redhead.
As if he felt someone's eyes on him, the young man looked up. Then he saw the voluptuous girls sitting at their table. The blonde was motioning for him to join 'em. Smiling, he set down his bass and went over hi their table.
"Are ya with the band?" asked Carol.
"Yep," he replied, smiling and sitting down.
"What time do ya start playin'?" asked the blonde, sighing and making her big tits push upwards.