Maybe, just maybe, he would last a lot longer than any of the others.
The reflection winked back at her, and the fingertips of that glass figure lovingly stroked the taut inner flesh of its thighs. She caressed herself until she felt excitement building almost to the pressure point. She felt his creamy cum oozing into her hand from the still syrupy lips of her pussy, and suddenly wished that be were there still, his rigid cock poised above her willing cunt, ready to strike.
"Ohhhh, shit," she groaned, and tore herself away from the mirror.
She glanced now and then at the mirror, her audience, as she dressed. First the panties, snug over her lush curves, hugging her ass and hips and shadowed belly; diaphanous so her pink, skin gleamed through the material. She imagined a man sitting across the room watching her, slowed her movements to tease him with his reverse strip.
Next came the bra. She slipped her arms through the straps and leaned forward so her breasts swung into the cups. Then she straightened and curled her arms behind her to fasten the hooks. Her imaginary man was staring wide-eyed as the brown tips of her breasts disappeared behind the cloth. She could almost swear she heard him moan with disappointment. Well, she was disappointed too. If that man were real instead of imaginary, she would be taking off her clothes instead of putting them on.
Because that was what she did: strip. Among other things. Chile Day and Chile's girls were the rage of every high-class, expensive convention from San Francisco to New York, and Maine to Miami.
She struggled the hooks closed on her bra and winced at its tightness. She hated bras. They cut into her tender skin and held her in like a girdle around her chest. But she knew that, if she didn't wear one, she'd have half their men in the city following her around, just to watch her tits bounce.
It was nice of the guy who owned this apartment to have a vanity table and mirror, she thought as she sat down and combed her hair. Her purse was on the dresser, and her coat in the living room. Quickly she checked to see that she wasn't leaving anything behind. Then, on impulse, she took her lipstick out of her purse and scrawled a message to the unknown benefactor who'd lent them the apartment.
"Thanks for the use of the bed," she scrawled on the mirror. "Sometime I'll return the favor."
She admired her handiwork for a moment, then snapped her purse shut and locked the apartment door behind her. Out in the street she hailed a cab. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and she planed the rest of her day as she rode.
She hoped the three other girls would be in the apartment when she arrived. She wanted to tell them that she had found the answer to their problem.
The four of them had been together for almost two years. Natalie Ferris and Ellie Leamon, Chile had found working in a strip joint. They were actually working their way through college bumping and grinding for pennies. It hadn't been much trouble convincing them that a few years on the road with Chile and they could buy a degree. The only hang-up they had was taking all their clothes off instead of just a few.
Betty Hayes was another matter. Chile met her through a personal friend who acted as an agent for actors and actresses in porn movies. When Chile asked Betty to join her group, she thought she was enticing her with the fact that she could make the same money and she wouldn't have to fuck for it.
Betty surprised her by saying that she liked to fuck for it. She enjoyed making the movies. Her only objection was the fact that she wasn't making enough money fast enough to start her own porn production company.
Chile saw an opening. "Then come with me. You can combine business with a lot of pleasure. The guys at these conventions all want to fuck after seeing the show. I usually turn them down, but what you do on your own time is up to you."
Betty quickly became quite an attraction since she always went a little further on stage than the other girls, and word got around that if the gifts were of a large enough amount, her body was available later in the evening.
Chile herself wasn't beyond getting a little extra cocking when the girls were on the road. But the men on the road just never seemed to fill the bill for her. Chile liked to dominate, to be in command. She liked to feel that she, not the man, was doing the stalking, and the eventual conquering.
In the cab, going across town to the apartment, Chile compared Barry Price to all those men. They all came in a very poor second. It wasn't that Barry's cock was thicker, longer, or so much firmer than any other man she had ever met. It was just that he knew how to use it so much better.
Yes, ma'am, she smiled to herself as the cab rocked to a halt, Barry Price had a definite talent for using the equipment that nature had given him-and nature had given him an enormous supply. It was a supply that Chile planned on getting the most out of during the three-month tour ahead.
The cab pulled to a stop, and the uniformed doorman opened the door. "Good afternoon, Miss Day," he said.
"Good afternoon," Chile returned.
She paid the cabbie and walked through the door that the doorman held open for her. The apartment building was plush, and it set them back forty-five hundred bucks a year to use it only one or two months. But it was worth the money not to have to stay in a hotel when they were in town.
The elevator operator whisked her up to the fifteenth floor and almost bowed her out of the car. The thick carpet in the wide corridor deadened the sound of her feet. In a moment she was slipping her key into the lock. Inside, the drapes were drawn and the apartment was dark. Chile looked around, decided that the girls, were out somewhere, and dropped her purse and coat on a chair near the closet.
It was a large, three-bedroom apartment. Chile had the master, Betty a single, and Natalie and Ellie shared the third. That was no problem since the two girls dug each other and did no outside entertaining.
Chile remembered, with a slight twinge in her own pussy, the time she had first seen the two girls doing each other. It had been quite a shock to discover they were lesbians. They'd been together on the road for three weeks, and Chile had come back to the hotel early from a date.
The man bad been one of those on-again-off again rabbits, and he'd worn himself out early. Seeing a light under their door, she walked in without knocking. The two girls had been so engrossed in their pleasure that they didn't even notice Chile until they were finished.
She stared, wide-eyed, watching them. She was surprised and engrossed at the same time. Her philosophy was that a girl was entitled to whatever kind of kick she liked. If these two dug eating pussy instead of cock, it was their business.
They had been embarrassed at first, until she explained that she didn't give a damn. And in the months that followed, Chile had spent more than one hour with her eye to a keyhole watching them make love. Looking at them do it excited her, and held her with a strange kind of fascination. But she couldn't understand how they reached completion with nothing but their lips and hands.
Chile started taking her clothes off in the living room and moved into the hail toward her own bedroom. As she passed the second bedroom door, she heard a noise and stopped.
"Hmmm," she whispered to herself. "I guess there's someone home after all."
The sound came again, muffled by the closed door, and she knelt to put her eye to the keyhole. She grinned and felt her excitement begin to rise when she saw the two naked bodies intertwined on the bed across the room.
Ellie was kissing Natalie's breasts and Natalie was squeezing the other girl's thighs, her nose only a scant inch from Ellie's gaping cuntal lips.
As Chile watched, the two girls separated. Natalie stretched out on the bed on her back, and Ellie raised her body to her knees to straddle her. She slowly lowered her dripping cunt to Natalie's darting tongue and pursed lips.