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CHAPTER THREE

As usual, Cliff Henderson was late for his next appointment. To make amends he called his business associate from the telephone in the back seat of his stretch limousine. "Lew? It's Cliff. Sorry I'm late, but I'm sitting in traffic."

Sergio, the driver, glanced up at him through the rear view mirror. Henderson gave him a sly wink. The limo had just pulled away from the curb and was breezing along the city streets.

"Yeah, I won't get there for at least another fifteen, twenty minutes," Henderson lamented.

"Okay. See you then. Bye."

As he hung up the phone, the successful manager of the hottest rock band in the world loosened his tie and sighed, "What a business."

"Care to change places?" Sergio offered with a smile.

"Not on your life," laughed Henderson.

The limousine proceeded onto a riverfront drive where, as luck would have it, they suddenly encountered heavy traffic that eventually slowed to a full stop and a bumperto-bumper delay.

"Oh, well," Henderson philosophized. "At least I have a legitimate excuse for being late."

"Sorry, sir," Sergio apologized.

"It's not your fault. I'll just place another call to let them know we'll be indefinitely detained." But as Henderson was reaching for the car phone, the door to the back seat suddenly opened and in hopped an attractive young woman in a tight, white halter top and red hotpants. At first, Henderson thought she was a hooker.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

"My name's Babe McKay," she pleasantly introduced herself, as if there was nothing peculiar about her entrance. "May I have a word with you, Mr. Henderson?"

T"How did you know my name?"

"I'm in the business. I'm an admirer of your work."

"Is that so? How did you know where to find me? I mean, how did you know I happened to be in this place at this time?"

"I followed you from your office in a taxi," Babe confessed. "When we got stuck in traffic, I thought it was a great opportunity to drop in on you."

"Oh, really?" Henderson remarked. Angered, he turned to his chauffeur. "Sergio! How many times have I told you to lock the doors when we're driving?"

Sergio cringed and glanced at his benefactor in the rearview mirror. "Sorry, Mr. Henderson.

Would you like me to get rid of her?"

"Oh, please, Mr. Henderson," Babe beseeched, placing her hand gently on his thigh. "I've gone to great lengths to meet you."

"So you have," Henderson noted, not at all objecting to her touch. "But I do have an office and a phone. Couldn't you arrange an appointment?"

"You wouldn't have seen me," Babe scoffed.

"That depends. What did you want to see me about?"

"I'm in a band and we've got this terrific demo… "

"You're right," declared Henderson, jumping to conclusions. "I wouldn't have seen you. I'm not in the market for any new bands."

"But we're hot!" Babe insisted. "Jay Reno played our song on the air the other night and his station received three hundred calls in one hour! Everybody loved it!"

"So what do you want from me?"

"Well, for one thing, we need a manager." "Yeah, well, send a copy of the demo to my office and I'll see if one of my colleagues will be willing to work with you."

"We want you," said Babe emphatically.

"Honey," Henderson sighed, "I happen to be a little busy at the moment. I'm planning a world tour for my top act. Perhaps you've heard of them," he said sarcastically, "The Boys. They've sold twenty million albums in the last eighteen months, had four number one singles in a row."

"That's the other thing I wanted to discuss with you," Babe interjected. "I read in the trade papers that you're looking for an opening act for the tour."

"Don't tell me-you think your band would be perfect."

"We would. We're a hard-rockin', all-girl band. We'd complement The Boys just right."

"Let me explain the facts of life to you, sweetie," said Henderson condescendingly. "Allgirl bands are a novelty. That may be sexist. It may be unfair. But c'est la vie. "

"We're gonna' change that," vowed Babe. "We're gonna' shatter that perception. We write great, we play great, we sound great and we look great."

"Great!" shrugged Henderson. "Maybe you will revolutionize the industry, but you won't revolutionize it with me."

"Aw, come on. Don't be so resistant,' Babe pouted, moving her hand further up his thigh.

"Give in a little."

Henderson looked down at her hand, then cast a shrewd glare at her smiling face. "Listen, honey.

If you want to take advantage of my weakness for gorgeous chicks, that's more than okay with me.

But it's only fair to warn you, whatever happens between us doesn't constitute a binding agreement."

Babe shrugged. "Then let's just do it for the fun of it." She began stroking his leg, arousing him.

"Even if I were willing to… invest some of my valuable time to consider you as a client, I doubt I could convince The Boys that your band ought to be their opening act."

"Bet I could convince them," Babe grinned.

"Yeah, I bet you could," Henderson agreed, taking one of her breasts in his hand.

"Where would I find them?" Babe inquired.

"They're sequestered at Derek's suburban estate. They're rehearsing for the tour. They don't want to be disturbed. The place is heavily guarded. They don't even want to hear from me."

"I find that hard to believe," Babe scoffed. "I'm sure you could do something on my behalf … especially if I do something for you."

"You have a lot to learn, young lady," smirked Henderson. "You can't get ahead in this business simply by spreading your legs."

Testing his calm, Babe placed her hand on his crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"On the other hand," said Henderson, "it's a great way to make friends."

"I have a feeling this is the beginning of a long, productive friendship," Babe predicted, unzipping his fly. As she yanked it out of his pants, Henderson's cock swelled in her grasp. Babe knelt between his legs and began sliding her wet lips up and down his shaft, gliding her mouth around and around its bulbous head before consuming the entire bulk of his throbbing tool.

As she sucked his dick, Henderson leaned his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the moist warmth of her luscious mouth. Her head bobbed slowly, her hands meticulously unbuckling his belt and loosening his trousers, stripping him below the waist without missing a stroke.

When Henderson opened his eyes, he noticed Sergio watching them in the rear view mirror.

"Hey, Serge. Keep your eyes on the road," he suggested.

"But we're not moving, boss," the chauffeur replied.

He was right. They were still stuck in bumperto-bumper traffic. In fact, that made things all the more interesting. Concealed behind tinted glass, Henderson and Babe were visible only to Sergio although surrounded by motorists. "Just don't get into an accident," Henderson warned.

Sergio tipped his cap and went right on watching as Babe whittled away on Henderson's meat whistle.

Suddenly, she paused. Hastily, she removed what little clothing she was wearing and remarked,

"This is gonna be good!" Then she resumed, squeezing her tits together and wedging Henderson's cock between them. She moved up and down and each time his taut member prodded her chin, Babe would hang her head and tease the tip of his prick with her drooling tongue.

"O-o-o-o!" Henderson shuddered, pumping his pecker through her bosom. "You are a hot little honey!"

"Wanna' suck my pussy?" she bluntly asked. "I want to suck it and fuck it," he just as crudely replied.

Babe reclined on the seat facing Henderson's, spread her legs wide and slid her gaping crotch toward him. Henderson stared in awe at her tempting pink gash, sparsely garnished with her fluffy fleece of pubic hair. Falling to his knees, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and lowered his lips to her luscious slit. He traced the tender petals of her pussy with the tip of his tongue and tasted the bittersweet nectar of her succulent cunt. Then he gently licked her throbbing clitoris, sparking Babe's desire. She moaned softly as he twirled his tongue around her lovebutton, plunged into her hole and vigorously lapped her creamy mound.

"Oh-h-h-h, that's so-o-o-o good!" she gasped. "Don't let up! Eat me! Eat my pussy!"

While he tamed her twat with his wicked tongue, Henderson squeezed and teased Babe's writhing tits, taking her hard nipples between his fingertips and tugging. Tingling. from the sensation, Babe placed her hands on the back of his head and smothered his face in her juicy crack, grinding her horny clit against his upper lip as his tongue slithered like a snake deep into her warm, vibrant vagina.

"Uh-h! Uh-h!" she panted. "That's the way I like it! M-m-m! Uh-h!"

After working her into a frenzy with his wet whip of a tongue, Henderson came up for air.

"Oh-h, don't stop!" Babe implored. "You know what I want and you know where I want it!"

"Yeah," Henderson grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You want a stiff cock and that's just what I intend to give you." He reached down, took his dick in his hand and guided it into Babe's eager beaver. Her cunt was so saturated that all eight inches of Henderson's manhood penetrated her like a hot knife slicing through butter.

"Uh-h-h-h!" cried Babe as she absorbed his lovepole. "A perfect fit! Now fuck me! Fuck me deep and slow!"

Prying her thighs even farther apart with his big hands, Henderson pumped his prick in and out of Babe's smooth orifice. After several hearty strokes, he glanced up and caught Sergio watching them in the rear view mirror.

"Eat your heart out," said Henderson.

"Damn it, boss," Sergio muttered, squirming in his seat. "You're a real cockteaser, you know that?"

"Hey, when was the last time you had a piece of ass like this one?" Henderson asked.

"Shit, I can't remember when," Sergio admitted.

Pitying the horny bastard, Henderson came up with a suggestion. "Why don't you get off at the nearest exit, park the car and join us? I'm sure the young lady wouldn't mind taking care of both of us. Would you, sweetheart?"

"The more the merrier," purred Babe, raking Henderson's buttocks with her fingernails as he continued to prod her pussy with his potent prong.

Sergio jockeyed his way through the stagnant traffic and managed to drive the limo down a deserted backstreet. There, he came to a stop, switched off the ignition and removed his driver's cap. Then he transferred to the back of the car and stripped as fast as he could.

"Good grief!" Babe exclaimed when she got a look at this extraordinarily muscular torso and his huge hunk of trouser meat. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen!"

"Well, you know what they say, it's quality, not quantity," Sergio modestly maintained.

"Bullshit," said Babe, estimating his taut tool at fourteen inches in length, twice the size she was accustomed to, "it's both!"

To accommodate the two of them, Babe got on all fours. While Henderson stashed his slick dick in her gash from behind, Sergio slipped his monumental member into her hot, hungry mouth. "M-m-m… " Babe moaned, savoring Sergio's stiff meat while Henderson skewered her scintillating slit.

At first, she could only consume the bulging knob of Sergio's cock, then a few inches. He was a patient lover, however, stroking her hair and her face as he slowly pierced her tight lips and slid his prick over her drooling tongue toward the back of her throat. As she sucked, Babe massaged his dangling balls and raked his flexing buttocks with her sharp fingernails.

As his passion intensified, Sergio forced more and more of his mammoth manhood into her mouth. His hips rocked back and forth, faster and faster, plunging his demanding dick deeper and deeper down Babe's warm, delicious throat.

Competing for her pleasure, Henderson drove his pole of a prick into her throbbing pussy with relentless fury. As he rammed his rod harder and harder into her saucy, submissive slot, he reached forward and clutched her tits, pinching her pert nipples. He then slid his hands along her writhing rib cage, around her waist and pried apart the cheeks of her ass. He slammed his hips against the back of her thighs again and again, jamming her juicy joy box with his jutting javelin.

"I'm gonna come soon," Henderson warned. "Me, too!" gasped Sergio.

Babe abruptly withdrew from both of them. Instead, she took their cocks in each of her hands and jerked them off. "Let me know when you're ready," she said. "I want both of you to come in my mouth!"

With each of them kneeling on the seat on either side of her face, Babe yanked their cranks with her fists until Henderson and Sergio were about to erupt. At the last second they both gave the word, Babe opened her mouth wide and received their spurting seed. Greedily, she swallowed every squirt of their hot cream and licked their cocks clean.

Henderson collapsed on the floor, panting with exhaustion and ecstasy. But Sergio was still hard as a rock. "Ready for seconds?" asked Babe hopefully.

"Go for it!" he enthusiastically replied.

Babe encouraged him to lie on his back while she mounted him and rode his sturdy lance.

Babe worked her way up from a slow bounce to a furious gallop, flapping her tits, sliding her saturated snatch up and down the entire length of Sergio's horn of plenty. While her cunt was busy conquering the biggest piece of hardware she had ever encountered, her hands were busy exploring his incredibly muscular physique, clawing his bulging shoulders and chest, pressing against his hard, rippling belly.

Suddenly, Sergio grasped her wrists, sat up and forced Babe backwards. In a split second, he assumed the superior position, pinning Babe to the seat and hovering over her, his broad hips wedged between her gaping thighs and his rod of iron buried to the hilt in her tight tantalizing tool box.

"Fuck me!" Babe demanded. "Fuck my pussy, you animal!"

Sergio spared her nothing. He balled her mercilessly, repeatedly thrusting his fleshpole into her helpless honeypot, gouging and grinding, driving her to tears of joy. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Ah-h! I'm… I'm gonna come! Oh! Oh! You fucking bastard! Give it to me! Oh!"

As she soared toward climax, Babe lifted her legs and wrapped them around Sergio's buttocks.

His lips came down on her mouth and she sucked on his tongue, crushed beneath the weight of his powerful body, his flesh burning into hers.

Then Babe began thrashing her head from side to side, riding the crest of a devastating orgasm.

"Ah-h-h! Ah-h-h!" she screamed. "Ah-h-h-h-h! "

Sergio withdrew, then came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave, exploding inside of her, filling her with his manly essence.

When Babe finally opened her eyes, she saw Henderson staring down at her. Sergio had collapsed in her arms and was unable to move. "So," said Babe, untangling herself from his listless limbs, "about the gig with The Boys"

"Oh, yes, the business at hand," Henderson smirked. " As I told you… people come to see The Boys. It doesn't matter to them or me who's the opening act. I'm not the one you've got to convince.

It's The Boys."

"Fine. When can you arrange for me to see them?"

Henderson shook his head. "I can't. When The Boys are in rehearsal, they won't see anybody. Not even me. Not even the President of the United States. I'm afraid you're on your own."

"Thanks a lot," said Babe sarcastically, pushing Sergio off of her. The chauffeur tumbled to the floor with a thud.

Henderson shrugged. "Can we drop you off anywhere?"

"Right here will be fine," Babe replied.

She was barely dressed when she got out of the car. As she was leaving, Henderson said, "Good luck."

"Thanks for your time," she grudgingly remarked.

"Oh, by the way," said Henderson. "What did you say your name was?"

Babe glared at him.

Henderson smiled. "I was only kidding."