Clint Murdock - Naked Nikki

Nikki couldn't be angry or disappointed with her.

"So what the hell are you going to do now, you silly floozie? You're going to pick up some guy and screw him down in the visitors' locker room or something?"

Denise's ready smile again slipped over her slightly prominent front teeth. "Hey, that's something I ought to keep in mind for another time," she said. "But I didn't think it'll work out too well right now; it's too close to halftime."

She turned about and leaned back casually against the railing, seeming to glance blankly at the stream of passersby. She turned her head and studied the crowd standing in line at the refreshment window down the way, then said in a low voice without ever changing her expression:

"I can see about half a dozen likely prospects down here without even moving an inch."

Nikki turned and followed her gaze toward the refreshment line, searching through the milling lines of fans. "Yeah…? Like who?"

"We-e-ell, take that guy there with a pork-pie hat, for one. See him'? God, he's an ugly monster, but I'll guarantee you, he's got money. And he thinks he's a big deal too-a guy like that'll probably give you twice your price when you ask him for money, just to show you how much it doesn't mean to him!"

Nikki gazed at her friend in amazement.

"Okay, the goofy-looking clown in the muffler and the-whoops, scratch him; I didn't see that he had a kid with him… Although that can be done at times, too… "

"Oh, yeah? Corrupting the morals of minors while you're at it, huh? Well, hell, as long as you're out here-"

"No-o-o," Denise said evenly, a tiny smirk showing only in her eyes. "But sometimes men with kids can be persuaded to return them to somebody else and then rush off to some emergency or other."

"Ah-h, I see," Nikki said, shaking her head. "An emergency in your little crotchless see-throughs, no doubt… "

Denise lost her concentration completely and burst out laughing once more. "Damn you, Newman, you've got the crudest mind I've ever met! And here you are, giving me hell for being a social degenerate and everything!"

Nikki laughed richly with her, then asked a question. "Well, look, how do you meet these jackasses? Stumble up and spill your drink on them or something?"

"Well, that's a little extreme," Denise told her, "but it has the right general flavor, I guess. Look, you want to see how it works?-I'm going to go take a shot at Mr. Supercampus there who's been out of school eight or ten years. See him? With the brown deerskin coat and the red plaid-"

"Yeah, yeah, I see him," Nikki said, her voice suddenly low and breathless, like the two of them were planning to break into somebody's home while they were out for the evening, or something. "But what're you gonna do?"

"I'm going to try to pick him up and get back my expenses for this trip down here," Denise replied simply, glancing at her image in a small compact mirror.

"But where are you gonna go?"

"Back to the room," Denise said, and pulled an alligator key case out of her slim purse. "Here are the car keys. We'll either go in his car or I'll make him get a cab. If you want to, go ahead and follow us. Wait about ten minutes, then see if you can get in. I'll try to leave the door unlocked."

"But, Denise-"

"Go ahead, for God's sake. Why not? Put some adventure in your life!"

And then she was gone, strolling casually down the large, open walkway toward the line where her quarry stood, unwittingly studying his program. Nikki was still amazed by the firm, sure, businesslike way that Denise had spoken to her after picking out her target. It was like she was another person almost; so confident, so businesslike-so different from the girl Nikki had always known.

She watched transfixed as Denise moved up to the tall, reddish blond man, who was still absorbed in the pages of his program. Denise caught his arm and leaned close in a helplessly feminine way, apparently asking something about the program. The man stared at her, reacting favorably when he saw the young, clear face set off by her long, black hair and dark eyes. Then he held out the program to her, but she waved it off and got him to look something up for her instead.

Nikki spun around involuntarily to hide a huge smile. Christ, she didn't think she could watch this!

Denise poured over the program for several moments, then cocked her head and asked the man something. Nikki watched carefully' but she could spot no sudden, surprised reaction, no mask of suspicion, no air of aloofness descending on the tall man's face. Apparently Nikki hadn't popped the big question-

And then, amazingly, she was leading him away -taking his arm in an almost conspiratorial manner and letting him walk her toward the nearest exit ramp leading to the parking lot!

Goddam! Nikki couldn't believe her eyes! How could she have done that? -What do you suppose she had said? It had been just like they were old friends or something; the guy had never batted an eye all the way through!

Fortunately they were heading the other way toward the exit; if Denise had waltzed him past in front of her, Nikki wouldn't have known whether to shit or go blind!

She stood motionless for several moments, jiggling the trim, expensive key case in her hand. There was a wild, wanton churning in her belly. She couldn't avoid a mental picture of Denise and the reddish blond stranger grappling together naked on the motel bed. A tangle of thoughs tumbled through her mind-it had been a long time since she'd seen Denise naked-maybe there was something different about her that made her more attractive-she'd bet the tall man had reddish blond hair on his cock-maybe she could learn a few tricks from watching Denise in action-God, this was voyeurism; did she really want to do this?-there was no way it could possibly go further than watching, was there?

Nikki gave the key case a final, decisive squeeze and hurried toward the exit. She didn't really have to decide anything now, she told herself-she could call the whole thing off any time.

Nikki Newman looked at her watch.

She sat in Denise's gray-over-blue Eldorado, parked at the back edge of the side lot, directly opposite their room. There were two other lines of vehicles in front of her, so she had been completely inconspicuous when the two of them pulled in. Hell, she thought, she'd watched enough episodes of Rockford Files to be able to handle a little thing like that!

They'd been in there about ten minutes now. Nikki was still mystified as to how Denise had handled the whole thing.

What the hell-you couldn't just come up to some jerk on the concession line and say, 'Hey, may I glance at your program?' 'Yeah.' 'Thanks a lot. Want to fuck?' Good God, already-there were other people standing there! And what about the money? That was the real punchline right there! When did she ask him for that? That must be later, Nikki decided… at least after they got outside, or away from the flapping ears of all the other people.

She shifted on the seat and glanced at her watch again. Shit, she still wasn't sure she should do this… but thinking about it for more than half an hour had sharpened her curiosity to a keen edge. She could feel the nervous excitement throbbing in the pit of her stomach. Oh, what the fuck, she thought-Denise might not've been able to get the door unlocked, anyway.

Nikki opened the car door, locked it, and made her way slowly between the rows of cars, trying to check all around her without actually seeming to. She didn't really notice anyone in the immediate vicinity. She held onto Denise's alligator key case with both hands, like a kind of security blanket.

They'd been in there about fifteen minutes, now, Nikki thought as she approached the door. The first thing her friend would do is collect the guy's money: Nikki knew enough about these operations to be sure of that! She guessed that might involve some haggling depending on what type he was, how much he liked Denise, and what kind of sex he was interested in. But they should have had plenty of time to get down to business by now…