Juliet Gladstone
Twice As Nice

Chapter 1

Jeff Clausen sat at the tiny table in the dim room and watched the girl on the stage. She'd begun with a slow tempo, sensual and sinuous. He'd found it exciting; and as the girl picked up speed and began the featured part of her dance, he felt the familiar pressure between his legs, his cock pressing and straining inside his tight pants. Christ, this was a hell of a place to get a hard-on.

He watched the girl. She was naked now, every curve and movement of her body erotic and meaningful. He'd seen a million topless and naked dancers, and he should be used to them by now, but he wasn't. They still turned him on.

It had been three months since Rhoda had left him. The lawyers were still haggling about dividing up the property, and the actual divorce was still months away. Jeez, the way they'd been fighting these past couple of years, he'd thought he'd be glad to be rid of her. He envisioned himself as leading a wild, swinging bachelor life, with as many girls as he could handle whenever he wanted them. It hadn't worked out that way.

He sighed, licking his lips and draining the watered drink in front of him. Maybe when you get to be forty-five you're living on memories…

The girl on the stage moved toward him, her hips swaying and her legs apart. She was dancing to a calypso beat, and her huge tits bounced and jiggled like a couple of ripe melons on a vine. He figured her for about forty-four at least, big jugs that made his mouth water. She was bending back then, arching her body so she could move under a limbo stick.

Christ, his balls ached! He could see right into her pussy when she spread like that, see the red, wet lips that seemed to wink at him invitingly. Her snatch hair was thin so it didn't hide much of the view. He licked his lips and lifted the empty glass to them. He needed a cunt, Christ how he needed one!

Jeff glanced around the room but no one was paying any attention to him. Every eye in the place was on the girl-that's what they'd paid their money for and that's what they were watching: He wondered if the girl would go to the hotel with him, if he bought her a couple of drinks. She probably got plenty of invitations like that. Did she accept them? Was every man in the room thinking the same thing?

He shifted in the chair to try to ease the pain in his groin. If he didn't start getting some regular pussy, his balls were going to burst. What the hell was the matter with him anyhow? It wasn't as if he'd been true blue to Rhoda for the twenty years they'd been man and wife. Hell, he'd had chicks on the side, a number of times. During the last couple of lousy years when they'd been really drifting apart, he'd carried on an affair with a secretary from the office for almost a year. Why couldn't he get back into action now? Since the breakup with Rhoda, he'd only had his nuts taken off four times-four lousy times in three months!

The girl on the stage had lowered the limbo stick so that her body had to be only inches from the floor to clear it. He stared at her, still thinking about her pussy. Actually, he'd had a better view of it when the stick was higher and she could spread her legs more. Now her knees blocked part of his view. He wished he had a table right in front.

A spotlight came on and bathed the girl's cunt in soft red light. Jeff's breath caught and almost strangled him. She was under the stick, turning now without rising, giving everyone in the room a good look at what she had. He moaned softly, but no one in the barroom noticed. Every man was having the same problem.

Jeff was sweating by the time the dance finished. The house lights came up and he stumbled away from the table, pushing out through the curtained doorway of the backstage room and to the bar it-serf. He ordered a double shot and gulped it neat. Then he looked toward the door that had to lead to the dressing rooms behind the stage.

No one stopped him as he went in and down the short hall. The place was grimy and dim and smelled of sweat and make-up, with an overlay of booze odor from up front. Most of the doors were open and he glanced into each room, looking for the girl who'd just come off the stage. What the hell was her name? It had been on the poster outside when he'd stopped to look and been drawn into the bar.

Dawn Flame. Yeah, that was it.

She was in the last room on the hall, a place the size of a small closet. She was sitting at a dressing table that was covered with jars and tubes of make-up and creams; everything was dusted lightly with powder. Clothes hung on hooks along the walls, over chairs, and over the lid of an open trunk crammed into a corner.

She saw him in the mirror and looked at him questioningly. "Yeah?"

"I-I saw your dance." He felt like a stupid kid, his face warm and his voice stammering.

"Yeah?" Her eyes moved down his image in the glass, as though she wanted to check him over. Did the gaze linger at his crotch or did he imagine it?

"You're very good."

"Thanks." She began wiping cream on her face, glancing from her own reflection to his from time to time.

He forced himself to go on. "I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed it. I was wondering-" He broke off as her gaze met his and held it frankly.

"Wondering what?"

"Can I buy you a drink?" he blurted before he lost his nerve.

She laughed and the sound was pleasant. "Sure, why not? Gimme a couple of minutes to get dressed. That was my last show." She got up and the robe she had pulled over her nude body when she ran from the stage fell open, giving him another glimpse of that full ripe body. She saw him stare but she didn't bother to cover herself. Hadn't he just seen more than that a few minutes ago on the stage? If there was one thing Dawn Flame wasn't, it was shy about her assets.

She grabbed a tissue from a box and began to wipe off the cream, rubbing at her cheeks with fresh tissues until her face shone and was devoid of make-up. She was older than she looked on stage, Jeff guessed maybe thirty or close to it. She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her without the painted beauty she needed for her profession. When she finished with her face, she crossed to the trunk and pulled out a few filmy garments, then dropped the robe from her shoulders and let it fall across the chair. For a moment she posed unconsciously and let him admire what really had attracted him-her figure. Then she began struggling into a very lacy bra that did little more than caress her tits and push them upward even farther. Next she donned a pair of black lace pants that covered her ass and crotch without hiding them. The lace looked like a dim shadow on her flesh.

Jeff felt the pressure in his loins again. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. He was amazed at his luck so far; now if it would only hold…

They had two drinks at the bar, and he knew that he was paying top booze prices for soda pop for her, but he didn't care. They talked, and she seemed friendly and willing, so he finally got up enough courage to ask her if she wanted to have another drink at his hotel.

Her cool green eyes appraised him, then she grinned. "Why the hell not? You're all right, Jeff."

There was no pretense of detouring to the hotel bar when he'd parked the car and they entered the lobby. She turned toward the elevator at the merest touch of his hand to her arm, still smiling. In the room, she dropped her purse and the thin shawl she'd draped over her shoulders to a chair and stood at the window staring out over the city.

"I like L.A.," she said, turning to look at him. "You from here?"

"No, San Francisco. I came down to visit my sister for awhile."

"Oh?" Her face was full of questions she didn't ask.

Yet he felt compelled to explain. "I just went through a lousy divorce and need a change of scene."

She nodded, staring at him frankly, then smiling all at once. "You're a pretty nice guy. Most of the jerks I meet in that bar are pawing all over me- can't keep their hands off."

Jeff felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that was exactly what he'd wanted to do since he first saw her.

She laughed. "You've been nice about it, treating me like I was a date. I like that."

He glanced around the room, not sure what to say but knowing he wanted to undress her and feel her hot flesh on his, feel his cock sliding up into that ruby red pussy he'd glimpsed when she danced on the stage.

She walked slowly toward him, still smiling. "Hey, don't look scared-I know why we're here."

"I don't know what the hell is the matter with me," he said. "This divorce-"

"Yeah, well forget it now." She was close and he could smell her perfume. It filled his head and made him slightly dizzy. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer and his loins ached again.

She touched his arm, caressing it slightly, looking up at him, her lips parted and a pink tongue flickering behind white, even teeth. "I like you, Jeff."

He pulled her into his arms and to him, covering her lips with his own. Hot and hungry, he worked at her mouth and it opened willingly, letting his tongue in to meet the hot passion of her own. She was pressing hard against him now, hot and sensuous, her big tits twin mounds of passion at his chest. Her hands were scrambling to unbutton his coat and pull it back. Then they were under his shirt, searing his naked flesh, arousing him to white heat. Every few seconds her fingers would slide under the waistband of his slacks and tease his ass. She was driving him crazy.

"God." He pulled from her and stared, shaking with need. She smiled and began to unfasten his slacks and belt. She never took her eyes off him as she dropped his pants and pulled down his shorts. His cock was at half-mast already, readying itself for her, wanting her, needing her. She flicked a glance at it, smiled at him, then sank to her knees in front of him.

He watched her. She was staring at Ms penis, studying it as though it were inspection time. Then she reached for it, closing her cool hand around the semiturgid organ, lifting it and peering at the still drawn foreskin covering the head. She licked her lips and leaned to it.

Jeez… His whole body quivered as she kissed the cockhead, gently and softly at first, with warm dry lips. Then her tongue flicked at the puckered foreskin, licking up the tiny drop of moisture she found there. She moaned softly as though she'd discovered heaven. Then she opened her mouth and took the very tip of the cock in her mouth.

Jeff shivered, wanting to shove his tool at her face and force it deep into her throat. Building passion was filling him now, straining at his loins and heating his whole body. He wanted her, and he wanted to come!

She began to let his prick sink deeper into her mouth, accepting the stiffening column of flesh as though it were the best treat she'd had in a long time. She was working at it faster and harder now, forcing the foreskin to open and pull back to allow his cockhead to pop out. She ringed the head with her tongue, licking and lapping at it, pulling back with tight lips so she seemed to be trying to pull it off. He was going out of his mind now.

"Jeezzz."

"Mmmmm." She.cupped his balls with one hand, lifting their heavy weight and fondling the twin love bags. Her fingers were hot now, searing his flesh and adding to his own heat. Her other hand was around his ass, cupping, squeezing, feeling for his asshole, then finding it and teasing it. His buttocks tightened and trapped her there. All the time, she never lost a beat on his now swollen dick. Her head was bobbing back and forth like a bell clapper, her saliva was dribbling at the corners of her mouth. Christ, she was going to make him come!

Dawn knew he was going to come, and she wanted him to. He was really one uptight guy. Christ, she couldn't remember the last tune she'd been with a man who hadn't ripped her clothes off and practically raped her on the floor as soon as a door was closed behind them. He hadn't tried to pay her either-she liked that. Christ, some of the creeps came in flashing fifty dollar bills under her nose like they were buying some prostitute. She hated them and could no more suck them the way she was doing now than she could fly to the moon.

Jeff was different. Maybe all his hangups about, the divorce did it. Whatever, she had him rock hard now and she could feel the tremors along the length of his prick that were the warning signals of his impending come. Any tune, baby, anytime…

Jeff groaned and sucked air through his mouth. His body was on fire, his belly a raging inferno filled with hot lava ready to pour out.

"Yeah, baby, take it, ohhh Christ, take it. Now. Take itnow!" He grabbed her head, clutching his fingers into her hair and working with her, pulling her to his body so his cock slammed all the way into her waiting mouth. He felt the first tiny warning spurt, and the girl whimpered and gobbled it down greedily. Her fingers were digging into his ass now, pulling him forward in her own haste and need. Her hot mouth was devouring him; he could feel her wet lips press against his balls and against the damp thatch of pubic hair above his cock. He could feel her warm breath damp on his flesh. Then he exploded into complete orgasm, shooting off a load of come that she drank down with huge, noisy gulps. It kept coming, pouring out of him like a dam had broken and she was his only salvation. She took everything he had to give her and kept sucking for more.

Sweat filmed Jeff's body and he let himself sink in the glory of the moment. His cock was still hard, still trying to drain any hidden drops of love juice into her eager mouth, on her hot tongue. Then she was lapping him all over, cleaning him like a cat cleaning a kitten. Her tongue was smooth and loving, touching him on every inch of flesh. He was so weak he could hardly stand up any longer.

Dawn felt the sudden rush of his joy juice and timed her thrusts with her breathing so she could gulp his stuff down without missing a beat. He shot the heavy, hot load, spurting the thick, tangy slime into her throat. She gulped it down, enjoying the taste and the feel of its, thickness. She could barely hear him whimpering over the sound of her own pounding heart. God, nothing turned her on like sucking off a hard dick! She could feel the heat between her legs, feel her cunt juice dampening her lace panties, feel the tingling pressure of the lace on her clitoris as she strained her body. Lord, she was hot for him now.

His cock was delightfully hard, even after he finished coming. That was good. He'd come back fast, be ready for plenty more. She liked that in a man. Once she had the joy of fellatio and got herself turned on, she liked a lot of loving.

She flicked her tongue over his cock, licking up the last delicious remnants of his come. She labored over the ridge of the cockhead where the stuff clung in tiny crevices, making sure she got it all. She caressed the silky head with her lips, pressing against it and making little nibbling motions with her mouth. She heard him let his breath out in a.long sigh.

When she finally backed him off and got to her feet, he was grinning, helping her up and then stepping out of the slacks and shorts bunched around his feet. He kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his shirt.

She stripped the knit dress over her head and took off her shoes. His eyes went from her tits to the shadow at her crotch. She'd let him take off the bra and panties, she knew he'd like that. What was there about a woman's tits spilling out of a bra that excited men so quickly?

Jeff saw the dark circles of her nipples under the filmy cloth. God, she had big ones. Thinking about them naked and bouncing while she danced made his mouth water. He went to her as soon as he skimmed the shirt off his arms and tossed it aside. His cock was still rigid, thrusting forward and only slightly limp after the working over she'd given it;:o;he fullness of his orgasm. He was already building a new head of steam, and it would be good in her, he knew.

He grinned and fumbled for the bra hooks behind her. She pulled her shoulders back to ease the strain on the straps, then breathed deeply when he freed her breasts. The huge tits bounced out of captivity, swaying across her ribs like twin pendulums on lily white flesh. The nipples were taut, beginning to jut from their silver dollar-sized rosy patches.

He put his hands to her hips and began to roll down the black lace bikini panties. He was staring at her tits, licking his lips and wanting to taste them, but knowing that he wanted her totally naked first. He wanted her ready for him, ready to be fucked when he got hard and driving again.

The panties fell around her ankles and she kicked them off, stepping out with one foot, then the other. She was smiling, breathing through parted lips that glittered wetly. She wanted him too. The thought made him hotter than he already was.

They came together in naked embrace, hot flesh on hot flesh, his cock stabbing into her cunt hair and sliding between her legs. She was tall, and she fit him perfectly, her crotch riding on his cock with just enough downward pressure to keep them both agitated. She clamped her legs tight against his erotic flesh and moved her body very slowly, encouraging him. Her tits were hot and heavy between them. He worked one hand over one of the flesh hills, grabbing at the turgid nipple and rolling it between his fingers. It grew harder at his touch.

She was panting now, preening her flesh on him, demanding without words. Her green eyes were coals of fire now, and he knew she was plenty hot.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me."

"You're gonna get fucked baby, you're going to get fucked ten ways to hell arid back."

She nodded, breathless and eager. "Yes-I want to feel you all over me, in me."

"On the bed." He stroked her ass and moved her backwards until her legs touched the bed. Then they fell together, still flesh against flesh, and rolled in tight embrace. His head moved to her breasts, and he was sucking one of-the marvelous boobs. He could taste her perfume now, and he was getting drunker on it than he had on booze.

"Mmm, I like that," she whispered. "Harder."

He tongued the turgid peak, licking and rolling the tip on his tongue, pulling at it to savor its sweetness and heat. She was moaning softly now, humping at his dick and still holding it between her legs. He could feel her crotch hair scrape on his swollen, wet, erotic flesh.

"Ohhh, God, Jeff-"

Her hips beat a faster tempo at him. His cock was hard against her clitoris, exciting her, making tingles dance along her spine and filling her cunt with hot juices of love. His prick scraped past the swollen and tender labia on each thrust and strained hard to enter her. The pressure on her clitoris was driving her crazy, and she flung back her body, pulling her tit from his lips with a loud smacking sound. "She grabbed his body and pulled him atop her, spreading her legs and welcoming his dick into her cunt. He heaved at her, sinking his heavy flesh deep into her twat, feeling his balls slap her soft, erotic flesh, watching her face contort with pleasure and need. Then he was balling her, driving his cock in and out with measured strokes that delighted both of them.

Dawn felt the hot poker enter her, and her entire body tingled with hot joy and anticipation. She was already on the brink of orgasm, and it was only seconds before she catapulted into it. Her fingers clawed at his naked flesh, demanding the release of her come. Her bare heels drummed on his ass, her thighs clamped tight to his hips as she rose and rode him to her climax.

"No, oh God, now-"

Her head bobbed in furious need. Suddenly her body arched, and her eyes glazed, half rolling back under heavy lids.

"Now, God, now!!!" Then she was coming, the hot heavy waves of delight filling her entire body, boiling like oil in a cauldron in her belly, sending aftershocks down her legs and across her pelvic region. He grinned, watching her. She was making it as he had done a while ago when she sucked him off, wildly and completely. His balls strained and a new load of come was already pressing hard to explode. Seeing her this way made him really hot, and he was ready to come again.

Her orgasm lulled, letting her slide back into the warm security of fucking. She liked the hard, hot feel of a cock in her after her orgasm. It was comforting, and exciting at the same time. If he kept this up, she'd be ready to come again in no time. She smiled at him, wondering what he was thinking. God, she didn't even know the guy and she was already hoping he'd ask her to spend the night. Or maybe he just expected it without asking, A hell of a lot of guys did just because she was a nude dancer in a sleazy strip club.

"You like it, baby?"

"I like it… mmm, very good." Her passion was beginning to build again. She could feel her muscles becoming taut, feeling the tingling delight of his body pressure on her-clitoris. He was good. She wondered again why he had to go out looking for it. Some guys were like that, though. Maybe he liked a lot of variety in women. She wondered if he was just going to take her straight in the missionary position. The way the night had begun, she rather expected he'd turn on to a lot of different ways, but he seemed to be content just humping at her. Maybe he was still a little uptight and relieving his own hangups.

No matter. It was good, and she was ready to again.

"Yeah, honey, ooohhh, I'm all hot and juicy for you again."

"You sure are, Dawn. Christ, you've got a nice tight twat. It's good fucking."

"You fill me."

He nodded, the sudden surge of heat filling him. She was staring at him, her eyes wide and eager, begging for more of what he was giving away.

"Mmm, fuck me hard. I like the way you do that." Her face showed her tension, the building excitement that preceded another orgasm. He recognized the symptoms and he knew they meant she was close. He was too. His cock felt like it was ready to burst. He could feel every inch of the wet, thick lining of her cunt, feel the tightening of her muscles around his tool. She was as wet as though he'd already come in her, and her pussy made slurping noises that triggered his passion even more.

"I'm ready to come, baby-"

She nodded furiously. "Me too, oh God, yes, me too!"

They came together, riding the crest of the huge wave of passion and staying on top for what. seemed like a very long time. Jeff felt his ejaculation spurt into her hot hugging tunnel, felt his own hot slime mix with hers, boil to a new heat. Her cunt hugged him and gulped at him. It was like sinking in hot quicksand, drowning and suffocating in her hot love juice. She writhed under him, thrashing her head on the bedspread so her hair flopped from side to side like thousands of silken whips. Her body fused its heat with his, totally and wonderfully. Her coming was even better than the first one. She licked her lips and recaptured the taste of his come as well as the feel of the new one in her cunt.

Jeff slammed hard into her, letting the fury of his drive carry with it all the frustrations he'd felt these past months. This was the first time he'd felt totally relieved, spent.

"Jeeeeezzz!!! Take it all, baby, take it ALL!!!" He lashed his cock into her, spilling his come and filling her with it. His body filmed with.sweat and he gasped for air.

For several moments, the room was filled with moans, the sighs of relief as each found complete satisfaction. After a very long while, Jeff slowed his fucking motions and lay atop her. Dawn twisted her arm so she could stroke his heated naked flesh, easing and washing away any fragmented tension that remained.

He sighed and rolled off her, flopping back to the bed and covering his eyes with his arm. He'd never even turned off the light. He heard the girl get up and go into the bathroom. He was too tired to follow her, tempting as the idea was of standing under the shower with her and having her again.

The long drive down from Frisco had tired him more than he'd thought. Now, totally relaxed, he wanted nothing but sleep. If the girl stayed, there'd be more sex. Funny, but he didn't want her to stay. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he wanted to sack out alone. He didn't want a stranger hi bed with him when he woke up in the morning, not that she hadn't been damned good.

He sighed and sat up, reaching for a cigarette and finding none on the nightstand. He got up and picked up his clothes where he'd dropped them and found a pack in his pocket, and lit one.

By the time she came out of the bathroom, he was dressed and waiting for her. He smiled. She was still naked, holding a towel in front of her that only partially covered her huge tits and thatched cunt. She looked surprised as hell when she saw him dressed.

"I'll drive you home," he said.

"I thought-" Dawn gaped at him.: Just like that, he was finished with her. No explanation, no consultation. Fury filled her. The bastard! Without a word, she pulled on her clothes while he smoked his cigarette. She didn't trust herself to talk, even to ask him a question. She was ready to strike out at him, slap him, try to hurt him back, but she knew she was no match for him. She opened her purse and found a comb and lipstick and repaired her face quickly. Then she whirled to face him. He was sitting with his eyes half-closed, relaxed and self-satisfied. The dirty fucking bastard.

"Never mind the ride," she said angrily. "I'll take a cab." With that she turned and pulled the door open and went out, closing it firmly behind her. She heard his quick rush of motion toward it, and she darted down the hall, sliding into the stairway instead of waiting for the elevator. She thought she heard him call her, but she was too mad to stop- or to see him again.

Rotten bastard. He was like all the rest.