Lane Novak
Full-bodied babe

CHAPTER ONE

"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!"

Murphy responded by pressing her breasts together and flicking his tongue from one nipple to the other.

Babe threw back her -head, let her curly mane of red hair dangle and groaned with delicious delight. A stain appeared in the crotch of. her leotard as Murphy's intimate stimulation set her love juices flowing. As he sucked her tits, one at a time, he stripped her to the waist, freeing her long slender arms which wrapped themselves around his neck and pressed him closer to her bosom.

Murphy ran his tongue up Babe's long, delicate neck and nibbled on her ear. "Oh, Babe! You're good enough to eat!" he said with convincing passion.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she lustfully replied.

They undressed each other as quickly as possible. Then Babe leaned back against the edge of his desk and spread her legs apart. Murphy fell to his knees, as if in adoration of her exquisite body, his mouth watering at the sight of the sparse, red pubic hair shrouding her wet, pink, gaping gash. Placing his hands on her creamy white thighs, he leaned forward for a taste of her scrumptious snatch, parting her tender rose petals with his lips and sliding his tongue along the moist crack of her cunt.

"M-m-m… Sweeter than honey," he remarked, savoring her warm nectar.

Babe quivered to his touch as Murphy probed her inner recesses and tantalized her excitable clit. "Eat me!" she begged. "Suck my juicy pussy!"

Murphy's tongue proved to be an experienced and nimble tool. He flicked it, twirled it, twisted and flapped it up and down, in and out, drenching his face in her cream, teasing and pleasing his demanding mistress. In no time at all, he had her grinding her hips and clawing his back, a bitch in heat if ever he ate one.

Just when it seemed that Babe was about to come, Murphy stood up and swiftly impaled her cunt with his firm phallus. She gasped as he forced his hard cock deep into her hot, horny lovehole, penetrating her until his balls were flushed against her slit.

"Unh!" he grunted. "Just the way I like pussy-tight as a fist and simmering like hot gravy!"

"Oh-h! Drive it home!" cried Babe. "Fuck me good and hard!" She reclined on the desk, lifted her legs and wrapped them around his bulging waist.

Murphy planted the palms of his hands on Babe's buxom boobs and began humping her in long, slow strokes. His broad hips swivelled and slid back and forth, driving his dick deep into Babe's gaping gash, sparking her ecstasy with the friction of hard flesh surging within her. As his potent prong plowed her throbbing pussy, Murphy massaged Babe's bountiful breasts and yanked her bullet-shaped nipples. The combination of pain and pleasure, titillation and tenderness, made her whimper like a puppy. Engulfed in a tide of desperate desire, she clawed his ribs with her fingernails and entwined her long, shapely legs like serpents around his flexing buttocks.

Relishing his conquent, Murphy prodded he with his prick faster and faster, the momentum of his thrusts calculated to raise their torrid passion to a fever pitch. Again and again, his spear pierced the creamy lips of her scintillating slit and plunged to the core to her hungry cunt which greedily accommodated every inch of his manhood. Murphy had fucked many an aspiring performer, but this one definitely had star quality.

Babe, too, was enjoying the ride. As far as she was concerned, nothing, not even rock and roll, was better than sex. And if putting out for a club owner meant landing a job, so much the better. If she had to fuck her way to the top of the heap, she was going to love every minute of it.

Impetuously, she unwrapped her legs, hoisted them high and rested her ankles on Murphy's brawny shoulders. Her maneuver enabled him to delve even deeper into her tantalizing twat while running his hands over all her riveted body, raking her breasts, clutching her waist, stroking her smooth, shapely thighs as they pressed against her belly. Lecherously gloating, Murphy clutched her calves against his bare chest and vigorously churned his raw cock in and out of her luscious love box.

"Oh-h-h! Ah-h-h!" Babe moaned incessantly, writhing between him, squeezing her own breasts in delirious ecstasy as Murphy's muscle of lust savagely skewered her succulent sweatmeat. "Don't stop! Gimme all you've got! Oh-h-h! I want your hot cock! Yeah! Oh-h-h!"

"Don't worry, Babe," he assured her with lascivious glee. "I haven't even begun to fuck you! Now roll over on your belly and spread your legs!"

Murphy momentarily withdrew his jutting joystick and Babe obediently turned over on his desk, setting her legs wide apart. Lifting and separating the firm cheeks of her beautiful buttocks, he guided his trusty tool back into the gratifying grip of her juicy crack. Then, clutching her hips, Murphy rammed his rod full speed ahead. Babe flinched, then wept with rapture as he gored her throbbing pleasure pit.

"Ah-h! Ah-h! Ah-h!" he gasped, slamming his belly against her ass, grinding his meat in he; snug, saucy slot. His groaning and grunting punctuated each jab of his relentless cock, which demanded more and more and more of her slick, submissive squeezebox.

Squealing and squirming to the perpetual prodding of his prick, Babe propped herself up on her hands, allowing Murphy to fondle her dangling tits. His rough, greedy hands grappled with her ripe melons and tugged on her taut nipples as he shoved his glistening shaft in and out of her yawning orifice.

"Sing for me," Murphy suddenly demanded.

Babe glanced over her shoulder. "Huh?"

"That dirty little song of yours. The one you opened the show with tonight. Sing it to be, Babe. Let me hear that chorus again."

"A hard man… is good to find, "she breathlessly crooned to the tempo of Murphy's persistant penetration. "Show me yours… and I'll… show you mine. Oh-h! In anyplace… at any… time… a hard man… is good to find… "

"Again!" he commanded, taking Babe's curly red mane in both fists and pulled her head back.

While she sang, Murphy slowed the pace of his copulating cock. Every inch of his throbbing love muscle slithered back and forth, in and out of her torrid twat, fanning the flames of passion, guiding her slowly but surely to the brink of ultimate ecstasy. With their mutual satisfaction in mind, Babe flexed her sugar walls to tighten her grip around his plunging prong. It became a duel between them, each one trying to hold out as long as possible but determined to make the other one come first.

"Uh-h-h-, fuck me!" Babe implored. "Shoot your hot come into my cunt! Come inside me!"

"Not until I'm good and ready, honey!" he replied. "Better brace yourself because I'm heading into the homestretch! Here comes some furious fucking!" Murphy drilled her like a jackhammer, his darting dick running her sex socket ragged. The faster his blade ripped into her lovenest, the louder Babe cried out with undeniable pleasure. "AH! AH! AH!" she gasped, quivering within and without, surging toward climax. "AH! You bastard! AH!

Fuck me! Fuck me! AH-H-H-H!"

Just as Babe exploded with ecstasy, Murphy thrusted his pleasure tool hard and deep into her luscious pussy and came with a growl of supreme gratification. He withdrew his cock from Babe's redhot snatch and anointed her battered buttocks with its spewing residue.

He collapsed in his chair, panting like a frisky dog, semen oozing from his petrified pecker.

Shivering in the ebbing tide of passion fulfilled, Babe fell to her knees between his gaping thighs and orally administered to his raw manhood. Her lapping tongue hungrily devoured every drop of his seeping seed and cleansed his cock from bottom to top.

"M-m-m… " she moaned, not only savoring his hot sauce but the warm, wonderful feeling he left between her legs.

"Damn!" Murphy exclaimed when he finally caught his breath. "That was the best piece of pussy I ever had!"

"There's more where that came from," Babe promised, cuddling his testicles with her big tits and tickling the tip of his tool with her wicked tongue.

Murphy grinned and stroked her cheek. "Name your price."

"A week's engagement."

Murphy considered the proposition. No one had ever played Club Cato for a whole week, especially not a girl group. Babe was asking for quite a lot. Then again, she had quite a lot to offer. "Provided you make it worth my while each and every night," he insisted.

Babe rested her cheek against his thigh and smiled. "You've got a deal."