There was a moment of puzzled silence, then somewhere someone snickered, someone else began to frankly laugh and in a second the whole hall was roaring with laughter. People were clapping and drumming their feet on the floor. There were even a couple of Bravos!
God, they thought it was part of the act, June realized. Her beautiful face flamed with anger and despair. She stretched out her hands pleadingly and screamed in a powerful voice that cut like a knife through the din. "It's true! I'm telling you the truth. We're prisoners of a gang. You've got to help us!"
The applause turned to jeering hoots and catcalls. "Cut the crap, sister!" someone yelled at her and another voice called out, "Quit talking and start sucking!"
"Yeah, suck! Suck! Suck!" They all took up the chant and June realized that there were women in the audience too. She had thought it would be exclusively made up of men, but no, there were women out there too… women so depraved and perverted they wouldn't even help one of their own sex. Tears welled into her magnificent brown eyes and she turned her back on the audience just in time to see Tiffany, also stark naked, advancing toward her with exaggeratedly mincing little steps.
"Poor dear sister!" the young blonde exclaimed in an artificial flute-like voice when the noise died down again. "You don't have to worry. I shall seduce the guard, and while he's busy soiling me with his filthy sperm, you can slip out of this horrible dungeon and alert the police."
"They're paid off!" someone in the audience yelled and the crowd broke into laughter again.
Unabashed, Tiffany went on with her stilted dialogue, stagily encircling June's supple waist with her slender arm and leading her toward a spot behind the bed where she would be practically invisible to the audience. "Now you lie down here, darling sister," she cooed to June soothingly, "and pretend that you've fainted. I shall call the evil guard and whilst I am seducing him on the bed, you can sneak out the door."
"She'd rather stick around and watch!" somebody heckled from the rear of the hall to another chorus of guffaws and titters.
June stopped in mid-stride and stared bewilderedly at her sister, "What do you mean… while you seduce him?" She realized confusedly that Tiffany was carrying on with the skit and supposed that under the circumstances it was the only thing to do. But surely both Pimple Face and that horrid little man had both said very clearly that it was June who was to do the seducing. The failure of her appeal to the audience had left her in a state of semi-shock, and she gazed dazedly around her, vaguely aware that the stage set crudely depicted a sort of medieval dungeon with various instruments of torture hanging from the walls.
"Yes, darling," Tiffany went on in her artificially pitched voice. "I shall do it for your sake because I know you are still as pure as the driven snow whereas I have lived, my dear. God, have I ever lived!" She raised her arm melodramatically to her brow.
"Bring on the guard!" the heckler yelled, then another deeper voice shouted, "Let the brunette do it!" and others took up the chant, "The brunette! The brunette! The brunette!" That deeper voice sounded like Borman's June realized, and suddenly she was certain that not only were Nina and Axel in the audience, but that they had engineered the whole treacherous plot. Her first hunch had been right!
Just then the rickety dungeon door with bars painted on it banged open and in lurched Cliff Farrow, clean shaven and in a freshly pressed dark blue suit, but very definitely drunk. He staggered across the stage to the two girls, clutching his pint of gin and growled. "Where's my Goddamn clue? Huh? Where's my clue? I mean cue. Shut up!" he yelled at the audience which was good-naturedly booing him.
"What are you doing here?" June flared angrily at him. "Are you in on this too?"
"I'm the guard, baby, and you're gonna suck my cock!" Cliff leered lopsidedly at her as he began to rip off his clothes. "And it's about time, too, Goddamnit!"
"No…" Tiffany said firmly, stepping between them. "You leave my poor sister alone, you brute. I am going to suck your cock."
"Out'a my way, you little ball-breaker!" Cliff snarled at her. "I can't get it up for you, remember? But for June I can. Brother, can I ever!" He ripped off his jockey shorts and his long thick cock arched upward, swiveling toward June like a radar-guided anti-aircraft gun. With squinting bloodshot eyes he took in all her nakedly luscious curves and the dark shadowed "vee" up between her legs. Even though he had courted her for a year and made love to her three times, it was the first time he had ever seen her completely naked. "You're gonna pay for all the times you held out on me, you cold-hearted bitch!" he growled at her, stroking his thick foreskin lewdly back and forth over the swollen angry-red bulbous head of his ever-burgeoning cock. "I'm gonna ram this baby so far down your throat and pump you so full of cum, it'll come squishing out your ears!"
"Cliff…!" Tiffany hissed venomously at her ex-lover. "I'm going to do it! There are talent scouts — Hollywood agents — out there, you fool. Get out of here!" she snapped viciously at June. "Get off the stage!"
Of the two of them June was the least dumbfounded and the first to recover. The way Tiffany had been preening herself on the stage had made her suspicious. "What!" she cried out in a dramatic outraged voice. "You mean you're not really the prisoner of some gang! It's all a joke? You like acting in these plays?"
"You double-crossing little cunt!" Cliff swore when the meaning of what Tiffany had said finally penetrated the fumes of alcohol in his reeling brain. "We were gonna go off and live happy ever after, huh! I'll teach you, by God!" With surprising agility for a man in his drunken state he sprang over to the wall, seized a heavy rawhide bullwhip which was hanging there and advanced menacingly toward the now thoroughly frightened blonde teenager.
Obviously he had handled such a whip before because with a flick of his wrist and forearm he made the long plaited lash snake out and pop like a pistol shot in the air. "I'll count to three!" he roared, cracking the lash dangerously close to the unprotected golden "vee" between her slender legs. "One…! Two…!"
With a little moan of fear and frustration Tiffany ran awkwardly off the stage into the wings where she watched, her pretty young face contorted by jealousy and hatred, as Cliff positioned himself on the bed in the middle of the scene and ordered June to suck his cock.
"We've already had the Wright brothers," he sneered, making the long lash zing out so that it coiled like a python around June's slender waist. "Now we've got the Wright sisters! The nympho and the prude. A great act! C'mere, you bitch, and start sucking." Dropping the butt of the whip on the floor, he pulled her nakedly struggling body toward the bed by the lash, hand over hand.
June let herself be drawn to the bed and hunched down on all fours between his hairy out-sprawled legs without the slightest feeling of apprehension or disgust. During all the preceding excitement her eyes had hardly ever left the blood-engorged head of the thick erect shaft of his penis… and she had experienced something like a moment of truth. She realized that not only did she want that big hard cock in her mouth, but also she wanted all those people out there in the audience to see her sucking it!
A lurid thrill chased down her spine as she reached out and gently cupped the tightened sac of sperm-heavy balls in one hand while with the other she pulled the creamy foreskin up so that it almost covered the glistening cone-like glans of his penis, then pulled it all the way down until her fingers were buried in his thick brown pubic hairs and the naked member throbbed agonizingly under its taut silky-pink skin. It didn't matter that it was Cliff's cock… or that he was drunk and reeked of cheap gin… all that mattered was that the penis was big and hard, and she was going to put on a performance for all the people out there beyond the footlights like they had never seen before. She felt nothing but sympathy for them now. Who was she to be critical? Didn't she share their perversion… loving to watch? And now she was finding an even more shameless and perverted zone of pleasure… being watched!