Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

"Stop, you bastards! You'll kill her!" He jerked one of them up and gave him a swift punch in the jaw and reached down and dragged another one up. She slithered out from under a man who had fallen on top of her in a sudden drunken heap, leaped to her feet and ran through the door into the kitchen. There she collapsed against a table. Someone shoved a glass of whiskey in her hand. Behind her the waiters were guarding the door and bringing in the other girls one by one, each more disheveled than the last.

Cursing all men, they went off to a back room, got dressed and returned to the kitchen. The man who had hired them was there, wiping the back of his neck with a handkerchief. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, it's all in the game, girls. You can't say you didn't get paid well."

He signaled to Cynthia and the black-haired girl who had been in the cake.

"There's a couple of the boys would like to meet you two." He laughed. "More than a couple, but these two asked me to give you this." He handed them a note. They opened it and read: "Hope you're okay. How about skipping this brawl and going out on the town? Fred and Pat."

The girl looked at Cynthia, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure, what've we got to loose? Okay by me. I can't handle fifty, but I sure as hell can handle one."

Cynthia hesitated. "Yes, I guess so."

Turning to the man, the girl said, "You tell 'em we'll meet 'em out front. I'm not going out there with those drunken apes again." She turned to Cynthia. "Come on, sugar, let's blow this joint."

They got their coats, left by a back entrance, walked around to the front of the building and entered the lobby.

"My name's 'Honey'," she said, "what's yours, sugar?"

"Cynthia."

"We've probably got a long night ahead of us. We'd better hit 'em for the same thing. What do you think they'll go for?"

"What?"

"What do you think they're worth? What's the matter? You new in this game? You look pretty green at that."

"Yes, I guess so. This is the first time I've been out like this."

"Jeez! Honey always draws 'em!" She sighed. "Well don't worry, kid. We're all in it together and for the same thing. But for God's sake don't act green and spoil our pitch. You couldn't have gotten this far without somethin' between your legs besides a Tampax."

Honey opened her purse, took out her compact and dabbed at her nose.

"I'll figure they'll go for at least fifty. Watch me and I'll give you the tip-off."

"Fifty dollars? Apiece?" Cynthia exclaimed.

She snapped her compact shut. "What did you think? Fifty cents? Jeez, sugar, where you been all your life?"

She took out a comb and ran it through her black hair. "Maybe more. Look, when I get up and go to the can, come with me and we'll talk it over." She looked down the hall. "This looks like it might be our mighty heroes now. At least they don't have white hair and aren't crawlin' on their knees."

As Cynthia watched the two men approach, she grew more and more nervous. When she had read the note, it had never occurred to her then that going out with them would entail more than having a couple of drinks at some bar or nightclub. It was only when Honey had mentioned the fifty dollars that she realized they wanted more than a few sociable drinks with her. At first she had almost backed out on the deal, but then she thought how surprised and pleased Frankie would be if she returned with an extra fifty.

They went to a nightclub. After a couple of dances with Fred, Honey said she was going to powder her nose, so Cynthia got up and followed her to the Ladies' Room.

"How you comin' with your Joe, sugar? He said anything yet?" Honey said.

"You mean about tonight?"

"Natch."

"Well, he's hinted around at it, but nothing direct."

"You'll soon learn to make 'em lay it on the line," Honey said. "No use screwin' around if they aren't goin' to shell out. Anyway, it's all set. They want to do it together, so I told 'em it'd be seventy-five bucks."

"Seventy-five? Really?"

"Yeah. You game to do it together?"

"You mean in the same room?"

"Natch."

"Why, yes, I guess so," Cynthia said hesitantly, a cloud of doubt and dread coming through her mind. She had never expected things to reach this stage and just hoped against hope that she could go through with the arrangement. She just couldn't go home to Frankie like this with no money and if she were careful in what she said, he would never know how she really got it.

"There's a hotel where I work a lot a couple of blocks from here. We'll get a kick-back from the manager if we take them there. That'll be another five bucks."

"A-Alright," Cynthia forced herself to smile. She wished with all her heart there were some other way to do this but she had gone too far now to back out. Besides, one time wouldn't hurt and she could explain to Frankie that they had been given an extra big tip from the other job.

"Look, kid," she could hear Honey saying through her thoughts. "Just play it cool. Those aren't exactly in the prime of life, so if we play around a bit and wear 'em out, they're already so stoned they won't be good for more than one time around. Okay?"

Cynthia nodded her head in agreement and Honey took them in a cab to the hotel she had mentioned earlier. They rented two adjoining rooms and then all moved into one of them. Pat, the guy that had taken a liking to Cynthia, had a bottle of Scotch and rang down for some ice. Cynthia drank hers quickly in spite of the disapproving look from Honey when the men had prepared the drinks. She had to have some kind of fortification if she were going to go through with this ordeal. Making love in private was one thing, but with other people watching, that was something different. Pat was delighted to see her drinking so heavily.

"Hey, I think I got a hot one here, ole buddy," he said loudly to the other ruddy complexioned man. "Look at 'er swill that stuff down."

It felt good and she quickly drank another, feeling her inhibitions lessening with each further drink. The men were delighted and it wasn't long before they were stripping the girls of their clothing and pulling their own off at the same time. By this time, Cynthia was feeling no pain. The alcohol had done its job and she shifted her position with each further piece of clothing that Pat stripped from her to aid his fumbling hands. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the man with Honey peeled her clothes from her body at the same time. She was surprised to see that the girl was still built so solid and well after the time she had been in the business. She was well rounded and firm in all the critical spots and did not sag at all like some of the strippers Cynthia had seen in the club Mike had taken her to.

When she was completely naked, Pat pushed her to one of the single beds and she let herself fall back without resistance into the softness of the mattress while he finished stripping his remaining clothing away.

She looked to the other bed and gasped slightly to see that the other man had wasted no time. He had pried Honey's willing legs open and was poised on his hands over her body. His long thick cock hanging down between them caused Cynthia to shift her body nervously down against the mattress. She had never seen one so huge. It was absolutely monstrous and she was glad Pat had chosen tonight. She didn't know if she could have taken the other man inside her without being split wide open. Pat joined her on the bed and curled his arms around her, pulling her close to him.

"Let's watch ole Fred give it to your girlfriend first, shall we baby?"

Cynthia nodded her head, feeling his hand close over her breast. She was surprised as suddenly how nice it felt with this complete stranger.

"Ooooooooh, Daddy, take it easy," Honey groaned as Cynthia saw the huge, thick rod of flesh sliding slowly down into her girlfriend's vagina. She gasped as she watched the tight pink lips of her cunt being stretched wide, wide apart and Honey kicking her legs out wider to open her loins more for the giant entry. It stopped for a moment, about halfway in, as though it could force its way no farther and Cynthia held her breath, squirming her body back against the man lying next to her in her sudden excitement at the obscene but captivating sight going on right next to them. Faraway memories of the bull in the pen flickered through her mind as she saw suddenly the back muscles of the man fucking Honey tense, and a hoarse moan of passion ripple from deep in his chest and then with one mighty lunge he speared his white rod of flesh all the way down to the thick pulsating base between the widespread legs of the quivering girl beneath him.