Kathy had become the most regular of regulars, for over two years the Bartender kept people away from "her" table, he would place a triangular reserved sign on it as the appointed hour approached. The city bus she rode to a stop several blocks away, made her very predictable.
There was a smile on her face, she was a woman now! Her eighteenth birthday had been two days before. Life was grand.
The Bartender, having become her de facto stepfather, kept men away from "her" table, men who did not measure up. Mostly with the standard line: "She is the owner's daughter."
The House Dick would approach, the man would back down. In effect, the Bartender had selected all of Kathy's lovers over the last couple of years. She had never rejected any of his choices. She looked up smiling, to see who tonight would be.
It was the House Dick. He had never before come to her table. "Do you come here often?" Probably not the world's most perfect pickup line, but they knew each other well.
"Yes", she said in a very quiet voice, designed not to carry. He looked at her, unblinkingly, she knew what he wanted. She replied in an even lower voice, as there was good acoustics in the triangle the room made, around her tiny table.
"Two days ago, I am eighteen now." He slowly sank down into the chair opposite her, "Can I buy you a drink?" She looked at him, she liked him, she knew she could say no, without giving offense, he would not throw her out of the bar, life would go on as before.
The problem was, he was a constant, not a variable. She had only been having sex with men from out of town she realized with sudden insight, the Bartender had been doing this for her. "Where you from?" bartenders asked the question all the time. Having sex with a "local" man changed the rules.
Kathy thought it over for a moment, as an underage girl she had had one set of rules, now as a woman, new cards were being dealt to her.
"Do you intend to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" "Is that what is required?" "No." she said in a tiny voice. Piano bars, play music with good reason, it makes it harder to eavesdrop. If they played popular music, conversation would be impossible. This is fine for the very young, who have nothing to say to each other.
"What is required?" "That I not get you in trouble." "You trust me?" "Yes." no hesitation "Then wait a couple of minutes, go through the lobby door." he pointed with his chin "Turn left. Go down the stairs," "I will be waiting."
It was a long three minute wait, she returned the Bartender's smile, which was kindly, not a leering or cruel. She returned the similar smile, on the face of one of the other hotel security staff people. She knew him fairly well, one of his regularly scheduled duties was to cover for House Dick, during his lunch hour. Kathy was legally a woman now, but she had much to learn it did not register in her conscious mind, that it was hours before, the regularly scheduled lunch break was due.
The agonizing three minutes had passed, she was through the French doors, the grand lobby, with marble columns stood before her. She did not see it. To her left nestled in the extreme corner of the grand room, concealed behind furniture and plants, was a wide circular staircase, it was not hidden, it was rather merrily made not obvious. Kathy started down, her hand sliding along the railing, as though she was afraid she might fall.
At the bottom, were all the things you would expect to see, gift shop, barber shop, beauty salon, all closed, dark. Down past, the commercial part the hallway narrowed, a normal hotel hallway, with rooms on either side. Almost at the end. A door had been propped open held their by a rubber wedge, frustratingly the efforts of the door close mechanism. She's slipped past, as he waited, recovering the rubber wedge.
There was an awkward moment, as they embraced, exchanging their first fumbling kiss. They were friends who had known each other for over two years, but it did not know any of the little things. Like, are you a nose left, or a nose right sort of person, are you one of those vulgar people who will try to stick their tongue down an esophagus.
This was unlike anything Kathy had ever done before. If she had a brother, agreeing to have sex with him, would have this same type of electric feel. He whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea what you have been doing to me, each time you leave the piano bar following some fellow to his room?" "Oh." she said, it had never occurred to her that her actions could affect others so profoundly.
"Is there any way I can make amends?" she deadpanned.
He did not reply, he had slowly undone her top, button. Most of the men she encountered were so filled with excitement they would have undone all the buttons in frantic haste, like Young Studley from light years ago. Kathy had grown to appreciate men, especially the ones in men's bodies. She reached over undoing his top button. Silent auctions can be most fun.
Soon they were standing there admiring each other he was wearing regular cotton boxers, the kind you get at JCPenney's, his huge erection holding the fabric out in front in a most notable way.
Kathy was standing there, tall and proud in panties and bra they were not elegant things she would wear later in life as her underwear had also come from a store in a shopping mall, but it looked lovely nonetheless.
Looking down, she said "My underwear looks nicer." "Yes it does." "Why don't you reach over getting mine out of our way" No man had ever asked her to take is underwear off for him, they had all more or less leapt out of them.
"It is my pleasure" she announced as she fumbled with the elastic top, trying not to scratch him with her fingernails. The unworthy garment was soon around his ankles, he lifted one foot then the other.
Kathy stood there, she enjoyed this part, men looking at her this way. He shared the moment with her, she turned around slowly, so he had access to the clasp behind her. He had no trouble with the mechanism. He pulled, her matching white cotton panties down while he was there she did the one two step as well, turning slowly to face him. She expected him to nod his head so he could kiss her nipples. He surprised her, he held out his hand waiting Kathy slid four of her long fingers into the offered palm, the thumb close gently, as he led her to the queen size bed. Where he admired her breasts, as was required, gently kissed each nipple. Kathy expected, gentle kissing, that rapidly turned into French kissing. He surprised her again, the kiss was brief. He crawled backwards. The length of her long slender body, positioning himself between her legs, Kathy had always lubricated well, she was more than ready. But he did not scoot forward as expected, He began slowly lowering his face toward her marvelous womanhood. Kathy had received this marvelous blessing men can give, before. But not nearly as often as she would have wished.
Her normal, visiting out-of-town businessman, bereaving she must be some form of total slut, did not wish for their tongue, to boldly go where thousands of men had gone before.
She had never before encountered a man who would take the time, having the skills to do this. He used his tongue, and his fingers slowly, expertly. After the shortest a momentary pauses, that went unnoticed by Kathy, he began giving her enormous clitoris an expert blow job, she gasped, orgasm, bucking like a bronco. He stuck four fingers into her as a handle, so she could not move around and escape his attentions, contented sucking on her clitoris, while being she became almost frantic, to get a moment's relief for her poor, throbbing love bud. No man has ever done this to her before, when her clitoris had become overly sensitized, and she cried out they would stop. This maniac was not stopping, this was sexual torture. " Oh please stop. I will do anything you ask" she gasped realizing with considerable insight that she had a speaking part in this drama.
He scooted up taking her completely balls deep in one forward lunge. Kathy was not an overly vocal girl, some women provide the vocal effects for "barbarians rape loot and pillage" on being penetrated. The gasp she gave was deep, involuntary, had the adjoining room been occupied, she would have been heard.
He was able to come twice, before duty called, he had to return to work, there was a limit to how long, his is good buddy would cover for him.
They began a weird form of "going steady" they never talked, exchanging stories or ideas the way lovers do. But once a week, they would meet in this very room, screwing each other silly. No more you do one button, and I'll do one button. They would get out of their clothes as rapidly as possible immediately setting to work, seeing how many orgasms each could squeeze out of the other in their allotted interval of time. Foreplay for Kathy was slowly walking down the spiral staircase sliding her fingers along the handrail.
[ 17. The pack acquires a new leader ]
Things went along happily for a month or more, Kathy was to naďve to realize the situation was not, never could be dynamically stable. Good Buddy, covered for House Dick, who covered for him? There was a ripple effect through the entire eight-man security detail. Once or twice, sure anything for a friend, but you are fucking that beautiful blond silly while we walk around with hadrons. While there was no overt hints at blackmail these men had known each other for a long time, all good friends. Their wives were good friends. The threat did not have to be made.
Kathy was lying in bed, he had had one orgasm, she her usual three or four. House Dick had slipped out of bed, mumbling something about a glass of water. He soon return to bed, but not to love making he was on his back, next to her with the covers pulled up around his chest.
Kathy had opened her mouth to make some Ozzie and Harriet joke, her mouth remained open. They were not alone, the door into the adjoining room was wide open hugely smiling men, were filing through it taking up positions that made a semi circle around their bad. It was, what is usually described as a pregnant moment. She knew these men, knew them well, she had the entire Grand Hotel guard force in her room.
She could tell from their hopeful smiles what their fantasy was, but they lacked the courage to take any kind of initiative. Kathy was a lovely young lady, not a slut. It was a Mexican standoff. The moment dragged becoming painful.
Kathy slowly lowered the covers, the eyeballs in the room were riveted to her lovely breasts. They stood there, unmoving. Kathy never know what possessed her to say it, sometimes a casual word, has life-changing implications.
"Well, either get in bed or handcuffed me." An electric shutter ran through the room, quick glances were exchanged, all cops share an almost identical set of fantasies, It is what defines them as cops.
They did a, cop style compromise, they did both, Kathy was astounded by the speed and lack of wasted motion in what followed. Eight strongman had no trouble hoisting her into the air, four pair of handcuffs, seemed to appear out of thin air She was handcuffed, spread eagle to the bed before she had time even to question the proprietary of the event.
There was no embarrassed hesitation now, this was young boys undressing, racing to the swimming hole. "Last one is a ..." Kathy could never remember clearly who the last one in, was that night.
The regularly scheduled event continued as before same room, same time, same station.
Kathy found she had a speaking part in this new melodrama as well. As soon as she entered the room her wrists were gently but firmly grasped. "You're being arrested!" she never got around to asking what for. She had a speaking part in every cops ultimate fantasy. A voice from the back of the room would always speak up. "Strip and cavity search. The prisoner!" her wrists and ankles were gently but firmly held, so the prisoner could not escape, Kathy had learned not to wear panties, on this night of the week. A surgical glove was produced, KY was smoothed over the knuckles, ever so gently, with four fingers and part of a thumb her womanhood was expanded. When it became obvious. The fist would not be a problem it disappeared from sight, none of them ever fist fucked her deeply, although anyone in the crowd who felt the cavity search had not been conducted with proper diligence, could step forward, without a glove on his hand, making sure, there were no switchblade knives or bags of heroin concealed. In years of trying they never able to find concealed contraband.
She was hoisted like a bag of potatoes and dumped in the center of the bed, firm hands holding her ankles and wrists continuously, it goes on your permanent record, if you allow a prisoner to escape.
What followed was not slow passionate lovemaking. The "prisoner interrogation" had to be conducted rapidly so at least some of them could return to duty before it became obvious the entire hotel guard force was AWOL. It usually took about forty five minutes, before the prisoner was unshackled, ordered to stand up.
The first night created a problem "I can't." she said. "Why not?" "I'll leak, bring me an ashtray." The ashtray was provided and filled to the amazement of the audience.
The basics retain, remained unchanged for some time these were uncomplicated men. They did not have constantly changing visions their basic cop fantasy. The standard fantasy was just fine, thank you very much.
The only noticeable event, was the week, when no ashtray could be found, a hotel bathroom water glass was presented to her, for consideration. Kathy had learned a new trick from some visiting conventioneers. If you are young and limber enough, it is possible to roll far back onto your head, neck, and shoulders with the elbows, providing the necessary upward thrust. Gravity pulls at the internal organs as this is done they normally primly closed, slit of a vaginal opening rapidly morphs into a gaping pink tunnel. A loud noise of eight men sucking air between their teeth was followed by a profound silence, Kathy reached up with one hand, inserting the water glass in to herself. open part first. It went in easily, in fact, it slid out of sight. There was a collective gasp. Kathy lowered herself holding her thighs together, her gaping pink orifice and the water glass had both disappeared. Deadpanning the entire event as though she did this every night preparing for bed. She scooted over to the edge of the bed, levering herself upright on the floor. She performed a quick vertical corkscrew motion, shake, reminiscent of the one a wet dog makes. Her pussy muscles had delivered the now upright glass to the mouth of her vagina, she had but to hold he fingers over herself in a parody of modesty, she had of course turned to directly face the semi circle before her. As she gradually spread her thighs, the water glass magically reappeared in her fingers.
The glass was about one third full of runny milkiness, undercooked tapioca. She held the glass aloft in a parody on the motions of wine snobs, she had observed. "Lacks legs, not aged properly." She sniffed, the glass. "Not a great vintage, but an adequate one." She had intended to set the glass on the bedside table.
She never knew what came over her that night she had never swallowed cum before, had always passed the opportunity up. In the quick motion, movement, used to drink a straight shot of tequila, she tossed the entire contents into her mouth, raising her face vertically she gave one convulsive swallow, the deed was done. She turned away to hide her expression. She was fearful the contents of the glass might return, explosively. Her body did not betray her, she was able to turn slowly with her usual Mona Lisa, shy smile.
"You guys need to drink less beer, and take more vitamins." she declared sweetly. The silence in the room was profound. No one moved, no one seemed capable of movement.
"Which one of you guys can hold my panties, while I get into them?"
These men had obviously not studied how to dress, naked women at the police academy. But any deficiencies in technique, were overcome by enthusiasm.
There was a subtle difference. The following week. it took Kathy, a couple of weeks to put her finger on what the change was, it was subtle, hard to observe. Packs of wolves are sometimes lead by the alpha female. This pact had a new leader now. They still worked for the Grand Hotel, but they had a new leader now, who could lead them to the ends of the earth, they would follow willingly. An eighteen-year-old girl, now led a pack of men who would gladly dive on a hand grenade for her.
