It was their argot, the language of the underground, and for some reason, not one of them had ever used any obscenity when they were on the air. She never had to hit the bleep button with the young boys and girls. But once they were off the air and rapping between themselves, the four letter words flowed. Sally Sue had hardened herself to it and no longer blushed.
"Now you all stay tuned in and turned on to the Sally Sue Show! I promise we'll knock off the chatter and lay some smooth music on you for the next hour. Not a word! Promise!"
The raven-haired girl scampered up the steps to her tiny studio, punched buttons on the console and heard the soothing music of Mantovani flow. Fine! For an hour it would be interrupted only by the required station breaks. No commercials.
As far as live air went, she was through for another night. She still had to tape fifty minutes with the teen set at Rosie's, but that would be broadcast later, sounding like it too was live and direct. All she had to do was get it on, then drop the long play reel on the Sony. When the station was ready, somebody would hit a switch and she'd be back on.
Slung from a shoulder strap, her mini recorder smacked hard against her swinging hips as Sally Sue Bennett slipped out of the rear door of the club and into the pizza parlor, her nearly bare breasts bouncing. She hated to expose herself this way to the teenage boys, but there was no time in her schedule for a change into a more modest costume than the cocktail lounge demanded. But, she thought, she could always take care of herself with the teens. Most of them were her friends, and the girls dressed a lot sexier than she did, with see-through blouses and micro-mini skirts that were hardly wider than a belt… and now some of the more daring had completely discarded panties for G-strings. Sally Sue felt almost overdressed, even in her own scanty attire. Once she had found herself wondering what the younger generation was coming to and then laughed when she realized she was dating herself, even though she was still a couple of years from thirty.
"Time do fly fast," she muttered.
Sally Sue was greeted with shouts and whistles and a multitude of frantically waved invitations to join various groups at the trestle tables or in booths, and with her genuinely friendly smile waved back to let them know she'd stop for a short rap all around. But the rich aroma of thin crusted pizza and minestrone soup assailed her flaring nostrils, and she realized she'd had nothing to eat for twelve hours and was ravenous. Well, that would have to wait – seeing the hour, she knew she had work to do or she'd face a ten cent lecture from Harold Eaton when she showed up at the teakettle station in the morning. Sally Sue loved pizza loaded with everything and could eat a huge amount without putting on an ounce.
Terry Claff intercepted her before she'd taken a dozen steps. He was a ruggedly handsome boy of about fifteen with a tongue almost as smooth as Sally Sue had trained her own to be. He had longish but not shaggy, dark brown hair and melting that suggested Latin blood. He had a broken family and ran on sheer guts or. as Bob would have bluntly put it – on pure bullshit! Somehow he had acquired forged credentials which said he was old enough to work nights in a place that served drinks. Starting as a busboy, Terry had quickly worked his way up to waiter. Sally Sue knew the handsome youngster never got to bed before three in the morning, yet was hiking to school at seven. She recognized in him the same savage need to be his own person that she felt.
She was aware that the broad-shouldered youth, just coming into his maleness, wanted her, and she tried to slide out from under his desire.
But the beautiful divorcee found it hard to keep her eyes from the bulge that formed in his tight jeans every time she came into the restaurant. It had been so long since Bob left her with no warning. There had been no arguments. He had just packed up and left with the fat old bag in one of the most expensive cars in the world, taking with him what had to be one of the most magnificent penises ever grown.
The nights had been so empty since that terrible day.
Sally Sue's cunt had been so empty!
But in her heartbreak, she walked alone. feeling in her smashed heart that somewhere there was a man who would love her, not use her as Bob had done.
He'd actually wanted her to go to bed with his customers!
Sally Sue knew the word. He was a… Pimp!
Oh, Bob had been so smooth!
Teasing and enticing her just before guests were to arrive, then leaving her hung up and aroused, panting to have him fill her yearning pussy while he told her that the big sale would be ding-donging the doorbell in a couple of minutes and, for Chrissakes, be nice to him! Bob Bennett made his real pitch to the fat old bags who happened to be married to guys who might buy a fleet of boats or trucks or a thirty thousand dollar motor home, or anything he happened to have for sale.
Sally Sue flatly refused, even on the night when, slipping away from a paunchy but nevertheless likeable man called Flash, she went down a dark hallway toward the bathroom and passed an open bedroom door. A dim light was on, and on the bed she saw her virile husband eagerly licking the cunt of the woman Flash had brought with him, a stunning blonde who may or may not have been his wife. At the same time, the blonde's sensuous lips were tightly ringed around the thick shaft of Bob's cock, and both their heads were plunging up and down ravenously as their tongues licked each other. The musky scent of rampant sex filled the air, and her ears drummed with the slurping of their avid mouths.
It was unbelievable!
If they had to be such – such – animals! they might at least have closed the door!
For a moment Sally Sue had an insane urge to give tit-for-tat! Return to the other room and drop to her knees in front of Flash and fish his penis from his pants and suck it until he choked her throat with his cum. She knew how much he wanted her… and how sweet it would be if Bob stumbled in and found her with his thick cock buried in her gulping lips when she so often denied him.
But Sally Sue couldn't, despite the bitterness welling inside her. Silently, she tiptoed away, freshening herself in the bath and returned to play the part of the cool hostess, and she felt sorry for the aging man called Flash because only when she put off his advances did she realize Bob had arranged the whole thing as a swap for the night, to make a deal. Flash read it all on her face when finally she returned.
"You saw what's going on back there," he said in a soft tone.
"Oh, God! Yes!" she gulped, her dark hair tousled by her distressed fingers. She felt great compassion for this older man. "How – how can they?"
"It's easy when you're young," Flash said sadly. "The flesh and spirit are still willing. Now, I don't have much but the spirit.. the flesh is weak. There was a deal made." Flash said, rubbing his thinning gray hair. "I didn't think you had any idea… and anyway, I couldn't carry out my end of it… I'm one of the over-the-hill bunch, I suppose." He sighed. "That girl is precious to me, and I can't satisfy her. If I want to keep her, I have to find studs… and I don't blame her… She's so young and beautiful… and she's good for me… so… I do things like this. I'm a corrupt old man, I guess."
Impulsively sitting beside him, Sally Sue said, "I think it's all in your head! You are a nice man, and I think you'd be a magnificent lover!" She leaned over to kiss Flash tenderly, and her hand brushed over the hardness of his aroused penis, and through her mind came the thought that maybe she should do it, make love with him! Not seeking revenge, but to ease the tensions of someone who had turned out to be a very nice guy.
But no! If she did, she'd be no better than Bob, rutting away with the sultry blonde in the spare bedroom. She could lie back on the smooth naugahyde couch, could drop her panties and open her legs and give her body… or she could be daring and actually try sucking Flash. But, Sally Sue thought either would be over-reacting.