Lane Novak: Full-bodied babe

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the disembodied voice of the M.C. announced in the darkness, "and welcome to Club Cato. Tonight, we are pleased to introduce five young ladies with a bad reputation. Will you please welcome the hottest band the law will allow-Babe!"

Applause, hoots, hollers and whistles greeted the five shapely silhouettes that appeared on stage. Suddenly, a red spotlight illuminated a glimmering electric guitar that erupted in a blaze of hard rock music. The deafening intro was followed by the rumble of a bass drum thumping out the beat. Then came the vibrations of a bass line and the bluesy refrain of a sassy keyboard, each musician commanding her own spotlight.

Finally, a hot white light caught the image of the lead singer, a statuesque redhead in a skintight black leotard and high-heeled leather boots.' Caressing the microphone between her breasts and running her wet pink tongue over her dark red lips, she flung herself into the song:

"Never had to worry, never had to cry, Never needed anyone to keep me satisfied. It don't take much to find a boy willing to be true, But I want more than tenderness and I've got my eye on you.

A hard man is good to find,

Show me yours and I'll show you mine. In any place, at any time, a hard man is good to find. "

Offstage, lingering in the shadows, Mike Murphy puffed on a fat cigar and watched as Babe McKay, the lead singer, held the audience enthralled. As owner of the club, Murphy had been skeptical about booking an all-girl band, but apparently it had been a wise decision in more ways than one. Initially, Murphy had no intention of hiring the group, but Babe promised him that if he allowed them to take the stage tonight she would personally demonstrate her gratitude in the privacy of his office after the show.

Now, as Babe seduced her audience in a torrid spotlight, Murphy explored her body with his leering eyes. Her voice was raw and sultry, her movements sensuously serpentine. She was using the microphone stand as a phallic symbol, grinding and pumping her pelvis against its long, hard shaft, thrusting her full, firm breasts and wiggling her shapely ass. The bitch was hot and Murphy couldn't wait to sink his throbbing prick deep into her juicy slit.

"Don't want a man who's gentle, Don't want a man who begs, I see you've got potential by the bulge between your legs.

"So take me in your lovin' arms and let me feel the heat.

We'll rock and roll the night away and never miss a beat.

A hard man is good to find,

Show me yours and I'll show you mine. In any place, at any time, a hard man is good to find. "

At the end of their song, the group received a tumultuous ovation. It took a few minutes for the noise to die down and when it did, Babe addressed the audience. "Thank you, thank you.

How's everybody feeling tonight?" she asked.

The crowd hollered back any number of responses, some of them profane.

"Sounds good to me," Babe laughed. "Before we continue, I'd just like to introduce the band.

On guitar…" She pointed to the attractive strawberry blonde to her right Kiki James! On bass.

.." She motioned to the raven-haired fox to her left. "… Suzy Simmons! On keyboard…" She turned to the sleek, black beauty behind Kiki. "… Julie Paris. And on drums…" She smiled at the cute, moptop brunette behind her Candy Collins!"

"What's your name, darlin'," someone shouted out.

"Elizabeth Maryann McKay," she shot back. "But you can call me Babe."

Buoyed by the cheers of the crowd, the band launched its next number and as Babe belted out the lyrics to "Anyway You Want Me," Mike Murphy retired to his office to eagerly await his grateful employee.

After their set, the girls adjourned to their dressing room and celebrated with a bottle of domestic champagne.

"I don't even like champagne," Candy giggled as Babe popped the cork and poured the overflowing bubbly into five paper cups.

"It's the thought that counts," Suzy maintained.

"Right," Babe agreed, serving each of them, except Kiki who preferred a swig straight from the bottle. "We were great tonight and we deserve to toast ourselves."

"May I?" asked Julie, raising her cup. "To Babe, the best girl band… make that the best band in rock and roll history. Tonight, Club Cato. Tomorrow, the Hollywood Bowl!"

They all drank to that. Then Babe put her cup down and excused herself.

"Where are you going, party pooper?" asked Kiki.

"I have to see Mr. Murphy about extending our engagement."

"Hey, give him our thanks for booking us into the Club," Candy suggested.

"Don't worry," winked Babe. "I will."

She found the door to Murphy's office wide open. He was sitting behind his desk, signing papers, oblivious to her arrival. She waited a moment, then cleared her throat.

Murphy looked up and smiled. "Come in," he said, gathering his papers and putting them aside.

"Shall I lock the door?" asked Babe.

"Yes… we don't want to be disturbed."

Babe nonchalantly closed the door and turned the latch, then wandered toward the desk.

"Well, now…" she sighed in a soft, playful voice. "How can I ever show my gratitude for letting us play here tonight?"

With a smirk Murphy replied, "You can start by playing with this." He leaned back in his chair, unzipped his fly and released his swollen member from his pants. His cock stood firm and high, eager to be pleased.

Surprised by his bluntness, but nonetheless titillated, Babe obediently knelt at his feet and reached for his towering tool. Her fingers gently caressed his throbbing penis, stroking its hard yet tender shaft.

Then, while watching his eyes, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the bulbous crown of his bulging manhood. A drop of semen formed at its tip and Babe licked it with her wet, pink tongue. Murphy took a deep breath as she lusciously lapped his taut stem, sliding and twirling her drooling tongue until his cock was thoroughly drenched.

Next, she wrapped her juicy lips around the hearty head of his raw meat and plunged down, absorbing its full length. Murphy moaned as she succulently devoured his wad. Her tight lips slid up and down his flesh pole in long, leisurely strokes. She sucked him so intensely that Murphy closed his eyes and began to writhe, placing one hand on her head while he pumped his prick up and into her submissive mouth.

"Oh-h-h! Yeah!" he gasped, caressing Babe's face as her head bobbed slowly up and down.

"Suck me, Babe! Gimme that good head!"

Happy to oblige, Babe yanked his rod with her slippery lips, whittling his dick for all it was worth. Murphy's ecstasy was unbearable, yet he struggled to sustain his pleasure. It was the best damn blow-job any woman had given him and he wanted it to last. But then he realized that she had so much more to offer. So before he allowed himself to come in her mouth, Murphy withdrew his cock, closed his legs and forced Babe to sit straddling his lap.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled down her leotard. Babe's big breasts popped out, her pert pink nipples pointing in his face. The elastic garment was left clinging to her elbows, binding her arms to her sides, leaving her defenseless as he ravaged her tantalizing tits with his hands and mouth. Babe shivered as he cupped and squeezed her full, firm mammaries, his fingers pinching and tugging on her throbbing nipples until they were hard and erect. While Murphy juggled her jugs, Babe squirmed on his lap, squeezing his cock between her thighs.

"O-o-o!" Babe shuddered, "you're getting me hot!"