“But he’s a he!” Penny protested. “How come I room with a man? Why can’t I room with one of the other girls?»
“Watch who you callin’ a man!” the nubile Nubian lad called “Puppy” told her. “Ah’m top cat ’round heah.”
“Yes. Puppy’s just one of the girls.” Madame X smoothed things over. “And one of the most popular ones in our little establishment. Actually, you should be honored to have a roommate who’s in such demand.”
“Yeah, white gal. I’se the queen heah.”
“I’m sorry,” Penny apologized. “I didn’t realize you were a— That is, I didn’t know —” She floundered in her attempts to put it diplomatically.
“As a three-dollah bill,” Puppy chortled. “An nevah ’thout mah fairy wand.” He dangled a limp wrist and laughed. “But don’ fret, sugah. Ain’t no hard feelin’s. Ah’m gonna wise you up on the scoah ’round head.”
“That’s very nice of you, Puppy,” Madame X said. “Then I’ll leave you two to get acquainted now.” She left, closing the door behind her.
“I really would appreciate any advice you can give me,” Penny said honestly. “You see, I’ve never had any experience in this line before.”
“ ’S’all right, sugah. They’s a fust time for eva’thin’. Heah comes Puppy tell how to bang-bang so them mothahs gonna come back for more. Now, start off, you’s a amateur, right?”
“I’ve never made love with a man in my whole life,” Penny confessed primly.
“Foah real? You mean nevah, right ’nuf? I be cawn-cobbed! Weah you been? End gal in a nunnery or suthin’? She-it! How you ’splain sech silliness?”
“The best planned lays of mice and men gang aft agly,” Penny misquoted deliberately.
“An’ you one mouse nevah had no tail? That so, we best start at the beginnin’. Fust off, you lie on youah motherin’ rump for fuggin’. You-all got that?”
“I always sort of assumed that was the proper position.”
“She-it! You ass-sumed right. They’s other ways, but you-all gotta l’arn to crawl ’fore you kin walk. Now, you layin’ youah rear an’ ’long come Mr. Charlie. What you-all gonna do next?”
“Umm. Separate my legs?” Penny suggested brightly.
“Wrong! She-it! Wrong! Fust thing you do is smile real pretty like at the mothah an’ hol’ up youah han’ fo’ the bread. ’Til tha’s tuckaway, you don’ fugaway. You heah? You jes’ keep youah legs crossed ’til then.”
“But then why do I lie down first? Why don’t I ask him for the money first?”
“She-it! You pretty stupid! You lie down so’s to advertise what you’s sellin’. You get him all hot and mothahed so’s he be gen’rous. You wriggle ’roun’ on youah tail make him come an’ go fas’ too. Ah does the same, on’y on my stummick. Ah wiggle right good, but Ah keep it tight ’til he pay. Once Ah got da bread, then Ah spread.”
“I see. After he pays, what do I do then?”
“You does what he want, what you-all think? You fug-fug. He go slow, you go slow. He go fas’, you-all go fas’. He make circles, you make circles. He make waves, you make waves. An’ alla time, you a-moanin’ an’ a-groanin’ an’ a-sighin’ what a great mothah-fuggha he be, like he the greates’ evah. ’Member that, they all the greates’ evah. An’ oh yeah, if he white, you tell him what a big one he got. You tell him it the bigges’ you evah did see. All ofays sorta got ’feriority complexions ’bout bein’ peewees. So you-all ac’ like he totin’ ’roun’ a ’tomic cannon in his jeans.”
“All right,” Penny said. “You know, I can hardly wait,” she confided. “At last I’m going to hear the ‘liquid sounds of love-making’. At last my body will ‘burn with passion’. At last I’ll know what it’s like when ‘the sweet aroma of animal desire dilates my nostrils’ .”
“What you-all yakkity-yak? Fug-fug don’ soun’ liquid. Lessen the mothah got a bellyfull o’ beah, it soun’ moah like when you-all get suthin’ stuck in the vacuum. An’ her body staht burnin’, you bettah see the Madame fo’ shuah; she get you some sulphah stuff, that fix you up. An’ dat ain’ no sweet ’roma you’se gonna smell. Clientele we gets heah, they smells moah like they fobgits to change theah diapahs. Dat kinda nonsense ain’ gonna git you noweah. You jes’ ’member to push when the mothah push an’ pull when he pull.”
“I’ll remember that,” Penny promised.
There was knock at the door. “Penny, it’s your trick,” a voice called.
“Heah comes Penny,” Puppy grinned. “Time foah to feed her pussy. Things get rough, you-all jes’ let that cat nip. That cool the mothah down. Fug luck, sugah. Fugalug!”
“Thank you,” Penny told Puppy. She smiled bravely and closed the door behind her, ready to meet her fate.
A moment later Penny found herself in a small cubicle, alone with a man. “How do you do?” the valiant girl said with a determined smile. “I’m Penny Candie and I’m here to serve you.” And with this, Penny stripped off her mink jacket and stretched out on the bed, being very careful to follow Puppy’s advice and keep her legs crossed.
“Greetings, Penny.” The scraggly-bearded young man blew a riffle on the trumpet he was holding. “My handle’s Bix. Bix Bittervetch. You want a stick of tea?” His eyes dilated telltalefully and bounced around in their sockets like pinballs as he took in Penny’s blushing nude beauty.
“I’m not thirsty, thank you,” Penny said. “But I’m ready if you are.” She held up her hand for the money.
“Oh, yeah. I dig. You want the bread. Sure thing, chick.” He pressed a twenty-dollar bill into her palm.
“Thank you.” Penny waited, but he just kept looking and occasionally sounding a note on the trumpet. “Shall We uhh—” she suggested after a while.
“Nah. I ain’t out for uhh tonight. I don’t feel like uhh-ing. I’m in the mood for something French.”
“Shall I have the Madame send one of the other girls? Fifi Fofum is French. Perhaps you’d prefer her?” Penny couldn’t help sounding disappointed.
“You read me wrong, Penny. I don’t want another chick. I’m ape for you all right. It’s just that after blowing this trumpet all night, I’d like the favor reciprocated. Dig?”
Penny didn’t dig until Bix explained just what sort of specialized service it was that he wanted. When he did, she was very disappointed. Once again, it seemed, her virginity was to be left intact. Still, she managed to hide her disappointment and set about obliging Bix.
Remembering Puppy’s advice, she didn’t comment on the fact that it was indeed small and limp when she fished it out of Bix’s clothing. Anyway, her little pink tongue soon changed that. It grew with amazing rapidity and to formidable proportions as Penny went about the avid sort of licking she had heretofore reserved for ice cream cones.
Finally it was quivering red and manly in the air and Penny rested a moment, wondering idly if it was possible to contract tonsillitis in this fashion. Bix took advantage of the pause to sound a few chords of Blow the Man Down on his trumpet. As Penny resumed her task, her lips gently encircling what her tongue had inspired, Bix responded with a long high note that bespoke his feelings better than any mere words could have.
Instinctively, Penny kissed and suckled like a bee drawing pollen from a flower. But no pollen came. She changed her tactics, nibbling and biting like a woodpecker seeking sap from a tree. No sap came. She tried a push-pull motion, like a farmer milking a cow. No milk came. Finally, her jaw muscles aching, she rested again.