Norma Egan - Wet and ready wife

"Yes, Mr. Rossi?" Judy said.

"That tall guy sitting at the bar," Rossi said. "You take care of him."

"All right," Judy said listlessly.

She didn't like the guy's looks at all. In fact he reminded her of an undertaker, tall, bony and gloomy-looking. He was well-dressed, though, and not too old, perhaps forty. Judy planted a big smile on her face and went over to him.

"Good evening, sir," she said, "I'm Judy. I'd like to offer you a drink on the house and a little talk, if you're interested."

He didn't smile.

"Sure, sit down," he said coldly.

Judy got him the drink he wanted and attempted to make small talk with him, but all she got was his name, Fred Olson, and his occupation, real estate salesman. He didn't seem at all attracted to her, and Judy wondered why Rossi had sent her over to him.

Then Olson said abruptly, "Cone on, we're going to my place."

Judy followed him obediently, but she was hardly excited about the idea of going to bed with that sourpuss. He drove them a few blocks away to the hotel where he was staying. In the room, he didn't even offer her a drink. He just handed her fifty dollars and started to undress.

"Come on, come on," he said, "take your clothes off I didn't ask you over here to talk."

Judy wanted to tell him that fifty dollars was a lot less money than she was used to, but she decided to let it pass. The main thing here was to ball him and get it over with, so she could get back to the club and find more generous and attractive customers.

Judy got out of her costume quickly, not trying to make a show of it. Fred Olson's eyes flickered from her round thrusting tits with their soft pink nipples down to her copper-colored bush, but still he didn't look especially turned on. He continued to undress, and soon he was down to his shorts.

Judy was repelled by the man's body. He was bony and pale all over, his muscles slack, his chest hairless. Still she felt her usual curiosity as he lowered his shorts. He had a very long but skinny cock that waved stiffly and heavily from a small brown bush. Judy decided that even his cock was ugly.

"Get down on your knees," Olson snapped.

Judy didn't like the tone of his voice – no warmth in it at all, no honest lust. But she obeyed, dropping to her knees before him. Olson stepped up close to her and pushed the hard purple head of his cock roughly against her lips. Judy breathed a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't going to have to ball him.

Relieved that that hard bony body wouldn't touch her, she willingly opened her mouth for his stiff skinny cock. Far better to give him a blow job than to have that ugly cold man pressing his body against hers. But when she opened her lips, Olson savagely rammed his erect dick right into her throat.

"Uhhhhhh!" Judy gasped.

Olson grabbed her head and held it in place, brutally fucking her mouth and throat in hard deep lunges. He didn't want a blow job, Judy realized – he wanted to rape her mouth, to choke and hurt her. And he was succeeding. She couldn't breathe, and her throat was painfully raked.

Olson towered over her, his face absolutely cold as he rammed his rock-hard cock-head again and again into her tender throat. Judy felt she'd faint if she didn't get some air, if that awful pain didn't stop. Job or no job, she had to get away from this sadistic creep.

Judy managed to get one foot against Olson's belly and she pushed with all her strength. He stumbled backwards, his erect spit-soaked prick popping from her mouth. He sat down hard on the rug. Judy snatched up her clothes and threw the fifty dollars in his face.

"I don't have to go with any man who tries to hurt me," she said angrily. "You can have your damned money back."

But before she could put on her costume again, Olson recovered his breath and was leaping on her, slapping her hard across the face. Judy was stunned by the blow and the next thing she knew Olson had her on the bed, on her back, and was slamming his rigid skinny prick into her dry and resisting cunt.

"Nooooo," Judy wailed.

"Shut up, bitch," Olson snarled. "I paid for you, and I'm gonna have you."

The pain was just as bad as when he'd fucked her throat. Her narrow twat was dry and unprepared, and Olson's hard cock raked and bruised her as he balled her in swift deep savage hinges. Judy screamed and tried to twist away, but he pinned her wrists and held her in place.

"Oh, God, no," Judy sobbed, "please take it out. You're hurting me."

Olson slapped her in the face again, and this time she'd had enough. She stopped struggling and just lay there and let him complete his brutal rape. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as having her teeth knocked out. Olson fucked her harder and harder, his face perfectly cold.

Judy could hardly even tell when he came. He made no sound, showed no pleasure. All she could feel was the hot gush of his come in her bruised little box. Instantly Olson withdrew and reached for his clothes. Judy staggered off the bed and found her costume.

"I'm not paying you, bitch," Olson said. "You didn't cooperate. Tony Rossi's gonna hear about this."

"Fuck you," Judy spat. "He'll hear about it, all right, and you'll be sorry. He doesn't let anyone hurt his girls."

"We'll see about that," Olson said, reaching for the phone.

Judy didn't wait to hear his call. She walked all the way back to the club in her costume, drawing whistles and stares. She didn't care about that. All she wanted was to tell Rossi that one of his customers was a dangerous sadist. When she got to the Flamingo, she went straight to Rossi's office.

When Judy burst into the office, Rossi was already there, sitting behind his desk and chewing on a cigar and frowning. "Mr. Rossi…" she began. But Rossi signaled her to be quiet.

"I just got a call from a pal of mine, Fred Olson," he said angrily. "He told me you wouldn't do what he wanted. What the hell's the matter with you?"

"Mr. Rossi, that's just what I wanted to tell you," Judy said earnestly. "He wanted to hurt me. He DID hurt me."

"Aw, bullshit," Rossi said. "The guy just wanted a blow job, and maybe his dick was a little too long. It happens. You gotta take a little discomfort now and then in this business."

"Discomfort?" Judy squeaked. "He almost choked me. Then he raped me. I don't call that discomfort."

Rossi ground out his cigar and rose from behind the desk, his face dark with anger.

"If you think that hurt," he growled, "wait'll I get through with you. I'll show you what real pain is, baby."

He seized Judy by the wrist and dragged her into the private bedroom behind his office. Judy sobbed and protested, but Rossi was far stronger than she was. He flung her into the room and locked the door with the special lock that only he could open. Judy was trapped.

"You insulted a customer," he told her, "so you gotta be punished. Get your clothes off."

Sobbing with fright, Judy obeyed. She recalled when Rossi had told her to report any man who tried to hurt her. He hadn't meant a word of it. The customer was always right, even if he was a brutal sadist. And God knew how many more sadists Rossi might send her to.

When Judy was naked, Rossi's dark eyes flicked briefly over her curvy little body, but there was no warmth in his glance. "Get over here and undress me," he snapped.

Judy obeyed without a murmur. Only Rossi could unlock the door, so she was stuck here till she did everything he wanted. She might as well just obey and get it over with. She removed his jacket and shirt and tie, then knelt down to help him out of his shoes and socks.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson, cunt," Rossi said icily. "I'm gonna show you what happens to my girls when they don't carry out orders. You won't forget in a hurry, believe me."

Judy's hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. His pants slid down to the floor, but there was no bulge in the crotch of his jockey shorts. Judy pulled down the shorts and saw that his cock was wrinkled and limp. At least he couldn't punish her with that. "Okay, stay on your knees," Rossi said when she had him completely naked. "You're gonna blow me, and you're gonna do it right, just like I taught you. You understand?"