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That could be very embarrassing for her. And it might be very embarrassing for Thompson, too. Denise had no idea who these people might be. She doubted if the pastor of any church would be calling on the gambler, but one couldn't really tell.

A second consideration was the fact that Denise hadn't been paid yet. She didn't mind getting screwed twice as long as it was done as expertly as Thompson had done it. But she had to face the harsh reality of life. Without any money, she couldn't live.

If she was going to be a successful prostitute, she couldn't give her only product away without some payment. The sheer enjoyment of fucking was nice, but it didn't put food on the table.

And, Denise reminded herself, she didn't even have a table any more.

The brunette pulled the towel up around her bulging tits and tucked one corner of the fluffy fabric under so that the towel would form a sort of a sheath around her.

She glanced in the mirror and was horrified at what she saw. She had almost walked out dressed – or undressed – in the towel. It covered her symmetrically shaped boobs nicely. The bottom of the towel barely reached the center of her pert, rounded ass. The white flesh gleamed in the naked light of the bathroom and seemed to taunt her. The woman turned to fully face the mirror and found that her cunt was totally exposed. Her dark thatch of pussy hair wasn't even covered by the towel.

She hunted around in vain for a larger towel.

Denise was trapped in the bathroom unless she could sneak out and into one of Thompson's bedrooms and find his clothing. Then, she could put on something and get the hell out of there. Money or no money, she wasn't about to go trotting out in front of his guests in a towel that exposed her no matter how she arranged it.

Denise's dilemma was solved for her by the gambler. He poked his head in the small bathroom and said, "You all dried off? Come on out and join our little patty. Going to be a great orgy, you know?"

"Orgy?" Denise repeated, dazed and confused. "Yeah. About six, eight people swapping around. Hey, what's the matter with you?" Thompson said when he saw the shocked expression on her face.

"I… I… never mind. Could you get me my clothes? I'll be getting back to the hotel, I guess."

"Like hell you will! After I bragged what a good lay you are?"

He studied her face for another second, then added, "Okay, look, I'm sorry I forgot. You're such a hot one, my mind's all tied up with fucking you instead of other things, you dig? I'll give you four hundred to stick around."

"Four hundred to do what?" Denise didn't want to be sucked into a scene she didn't have any control over.

"What you do for a living, dammit! Just let whoever wants fuck you. And if somebody looks lonesome, go get his cock hard, then let him fuck you. That's an."

Denise's mouth almost watered at the thought of the four hundred dollars. That'd be more than enough to let her live simply until she could get a job and start making some honest money.

"All right. I'll do it. For four hundred dollars."

"Sheesh!" was all Thompson said as he started down the hall. He stopped when he was almost to the living room. He called back, "Get your ass out here!"

Denise decided the towel was useless so she dropped it to the floor of the bathroom and boldly walked out. She was shaking inside, but outwardly the woman seemed very cool and aloof.

The assembled "party" was already as naked as she was. There were three other women and five men. The disproportionate ratio of men to women was being taken care of in a couple of simple ways. One man was taking a redhead up the cunt while another fucked her ass at the same time. Another woman was screwing a well-hung dude on the far side of the room, a wet sucking noise erupting from her juicy cunt every time the man pulled his prong from her pussy.

Still another woman had the two remaining men's cocks in her mouth. Denise wondered at the woman's jaw muscles. She was sure that having her mouth pulled apart like that would hurt like hell. But the chick seemed to enjoy sucking two dicks at once.

And Denise had to admit that watching the two guys' dongs getting stuffed into the woman's mouth was something of a turn-on. She'd never tried it. Her sex life had been too rigidly controlled, too limited in scope. Between the dull and somewhat unimaginative Ray and the only slightly more adventurous Clark, she had learned little of the different sex acts a person could perform.

But every time she saw a new sex act, one that she hadn't ever considered, Denise wanted to try it.

However, Thompson was the only available male around, and his cock hung loosely between his legs. Denise smiled a little at the thought that she might have milked him for all he was worth today. He had fucked her ass, then balled her again in the shower.

Coming twice in less than an hour should have worn him out. Denise perversely wanted to find out just how much of a stud Thompson really was. Besides, she was getting paid four hundred dollars to do something. Since everyone else seemed to be pleasantly occupied, Thompson was the only one she had.

And Denise wanted to earn her money. That familiar itch deep down inside her cunt was returning. She needed a long, hard cock to satisfy her increasing sexual desires. It seemed that the more she fucked, the more fucking she needed.

That didn't seem to be so bad to the woman. Just something of a bother when Thompson probably wouldn't get a hard-on for another fifteen or twenty minutes.

"Well, tiger, looks like it's you and me!" Denise dropped to her knees and grasped his prick in both of her hands. Like a worshiper giving an offering to her God, she cradled his balls in cupped palms.

She wiggled her nose against the dull red of his knob to tease the man, then Denise pulled him towards her and stuffed his limp prick into her mouth. She tasted a variety of things on his cock. There was the unmistakable tang of Thompson's cum. Denise lapped and licked eagerly to remove the last trace of this tasty reminder of their passionate fucking in the shower.

The cum flavor was mixed in with that of the petroleum jelly. Denise didn't care for that so much, but there was another taste that, did excite her. For a moment, she couldn't identify it. She licked and sucked and ran her agile tongue up and down Thompson's slowly stiffening cock in an attempt to figure out what the tangy, slightly salty taste was that so appealed to her.

It finally dawned on Denise that this was the flavor of her own cunt juice!

She had never before tasted her own twat cream, and it was a real thrill for the gorgeous chick. She began to eagerly slurp and suck on Thompson's prick in an effort to get every bit possible off it.

By the time his dick was standing at attention and beginning to grow even more rigid with lust for the sexy cocksucker, there was nothing but the familiar tang of man musk left an his cock. Not that Denise minded in the least!

She enjoyed sampling the gambler's prick almost as much as she liked having it crammed up her cunt or asshole.

Thompson moaned and ran his fingers through her still damp hair. Denise didn't worry about tangles in her long locks of hair. She was too busy sucking cock.

A deep, resonant voice boomed out and startled Denise. Luckily, she didn't bite down on it.

Thompson's cock in reaction to the sudden voice. "Room for another?" came the vibrant voice again.

Keeping the gambler's cock firmly in her mouth, Denise rolled her eyes up slightly and turned to see a powerfully built black man standing beside them.

He had his hands resting lightly on his hips as if to frame the massive hard-on sprouting from his crotch.

Denise almost gasped when she saw the size of the man's cock. It was huge. Fully ten inches long and possessing a thickness to match the gigantic length, Denise wondered what it would be like to have a whang like that fucking into her poor, tight little pussy.