Angel Love (2 page)

“
I think I’m going to like
having my partner in crime back. Let’s get dressed and
go.”

Chapter Two

E
ach of us picked up two sexy Mardi Gras style masks each and
ordered two more from catalogs.

Afterward, we headed to my favorite Italian
restaurant, Oreganos—the one nearby on Shea Blvd—and ordered two
salads and a small cheese pizza.

After what I’d just did I shouldn’t have
doubted her, but I was finding all the things Helen…I mean April
and Randy had done…well, they were unbelievable. “He fucked you in
Railroad Park? With people watching?”

“
Ah-huh. They watched me
suck him off first.”

“
Oh…my…God! I couldn’t do
that.”

She swallowed her bite of salad and took a
sip of her iced tea. “Yes you could. You just fucked six men and
you’re invigorated. You’re an excitement freak just like me. You
watch, he’ll have you out somewhere in public fucking your brains
out and you’ll be loving it.” She laid her elegant hand across mine
and glanced around conspiratorially. “This will kill you. The best
sex I had with Randy. Totally uninterrupted in which he gave me
three climaxes, was in front of Herbie.”

I thought my jaw would hit the table it
dropped so much. Wide eyed, I asked, “No! Your husband? You fucked
Randy in front of your husband?”

She nodded ardently. “And he wanted to do it
again.”

“
Randy?”

She shook her head. “Herbie.”

I shook my head in disgust. “Jesus, that’s
unbelievable. Now tell me about the gynecologist chair.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh! That’s what I was
going to tell you. Randy started themed gangbangs, I’ve been a cop,
Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, a nurse in a gynecologist chair and
I was fucked on a pool table. The pool table was neat, but chair
was the pinnacle so far.”

My interest must have been transparent as I
leaned forward and rested my chin on my fist. “Go on.”

“
Well Randy didn’t tell me
there were seven until today. I lost track.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I know how that can
happen.”

“
Anyway, he would let two
guys in at a time and after they undressed, most of the johns,
rather than just wait their turn, would join in. Playing with my
breasts, sucking on my nipples, flicking my clit, doing anything
they could to warm up for their turn to shove their swelling need
into my you know what. Needless to say, the feeling of having extra
hands and mouths exciting me for hours while I was being fucked in
one of the most optimal positions ever was a thrill.”

“
I’d like to try that. The
pool table, too.”

“
Tell Randy. I told him
about one I want to do and he’s going to arrange it next for
me.

“
What?”

Before April could answer, my phone rang.
“Excuse me. It could be my husband, Marc. Hello.”

“
Ten o’clock. The Swank
Club. Dress up sexy, no panties, no bra. Oh, bring your
mask.”

“
Randy, I fucked six guys
today.”

“
Don’t back talk me! Ten
o’clock. Swank Club.”

I couldn’t believe the excitement I felt.
The beat of my heart had sped up and I could barely catch my
breath. “That was Randy. I have to go. I need to get ready.”

April looked incredulous. “For what?”

“
He wants me at the Swank
Club at ten o’clock.”

She glanced at her watch then pointed at it.
“Angel, it’s only seven.”

“
You’re right. He wants me
to bring my mask. I wonder why?”

“
Huh. That is strange. He
must have something else planned for you.”

Remembering my husband, I started to panic.
“What am I going to tell Marc?” Then, I sighed a breath of relief.
“Oh. Thank God, he’s going straight to a poker party at the country
club tonight. Come home with me, please. Help me get ready.”

At nine-fifty, I sashayed into the Swank
Club with one of the fancy masks I’d bought resting in my purse.
Per April’s suggestion, I wore a short, full skirted, low cut, red
and white dress and matching four-inch heels. I took a stool at the
bar and revolving the stool, panned the club. I didn’t see Randy
anywhere. Then as if I was under scrutiny, my cell phone rang.
“Hello.”

“
Go to the stairs near the
entrance that lead to the mezzanine. Did you bring a
mask?”

“
Yes.”

“
Put it on and
hurry.”

I slid off the stool and rushed to the
entrance. The stairs were to the right. I looked up and saw him
leaning over the banister a smile on his lips and a black mask over
his eyes. He pointed to his mask and then me. Pulling the mask from
my handbag as I darted up the stairs, I donned it as I reached the
landing.

He stood there glaring at
me, a crazy grin like Batman’s Joker on his face. He pulled me up
the four stairs to the balcony and squeezed me hard enough to knock
the breath from my lungs. Then his lips aggressively crushed mine
in a bruising kiss,
while his satiny
tongue intruded, swirling across my mouth.
He backed away. “I’m in a wicked mood. What shall we
do?”

“
Fuck,” I
volunteered.

“
Yes but later. What
should we do now?”

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.
“I don’t know.”

“
Let me give you a little
hint.” He unzipped his slacks and pulled his oversized, ready for
action, shaft free. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his
manhood. I began to stroke him. “That’s it. Let’s go over by the
railing.”

I panicked. “People will see us.”

His Joker grin returned. “That’s why we’re
wearing masks. We’re going to start a new fad.” He grasped my hand
so hard it hurt and nearly yanked my arm out of the socket as he
dragged me toward the railing. With one arm on the rail, he
surveyed the club. “You’re going to suck my cock and then I’m going
to fuck you. Are you game?”

Did I have a choice? I’d seen this side of
Randy in Vegas. He might ask your opinion, but you’d better agree
with him. ”Sounds like fun.” I got down on my knees in front of God
and everyone. Thank God, no one was looking yet. But they would. My
lips surrounded his staff and my mouth ingurgitated it. Then he
held my head still and began to fuck my mouth. In and out, in and
out, my mind wandered…seven years ago…back to Vegas.

* * * *

Randy broke our kiss and smirked. “So you
and…what’s her name?”

“
April.” I grabbed and
squeezed his big cock.

He got a dreamy smile on his face. “Ah, yes,
April. So you and April are spending your spring break here in
Vegas, building a little nest egg of Ben Franklins for
college?”

“
Ah-huh. You’re my only
freeby.” His cock was getting hard again. “Would you like to go
again?”

“
In a little bit. You
know, I’ve kind of been watching you girls, admiring you from
afar.” He furrowed his brow. “Isn’t there a gorgeous black haired
and a stunning brunette Hispanic girl with you, too?”

I nodded. “The black haired girl would be
Mysta…Mysta Ree, spelled M-Y-S-T-A, R-E-E.” I raised my hands, a
sign of incomprehension. “She’s packing up and going home. Says she
doesn’t feel right selling her body anymore.”

He chuckled. “Mysta Ree, that’s cute. When
did she get this epiphany?”

I laughed. “Really. About an hour and a half
ago.”

Randy furrowed his brow and appeared to be
thinking. “Angel. How much do you girls charge?”

I teased, “Why, are you planning to start
paying me?”

“
No, I’m sure I couldn’t
afford you. Humor me.”

“
I try to get a thousand
an hour or two thousand for a night. Usually, I get it and even get
a tip. Sometimes I settle for a little less, but never lower than
eight hundred an hour or fifteen hundred a night.”

“
What if I could set up
your dates and get you twelve hundred an hour.”

Dollar signs ran though my brain. “That
would be great, but how could you do that?”

“
The Bell Captain is a
friend of mine. We would be taking some off the top, but you would
be in for twelve hundred an hour.”

“
Sounds good to me. Let’s
do it.”

“
Do you think Mysta and
April would like a deal like that?”

“
Maybe, but Mysta may have
left already.”

“
What room is she
in?”

“
Sixteen-fourteen.”

“
I’ll go see, then I’ll
talk with my friend.”

He rose and started to dress.

“
Hey, aren’t we going
to…ah, fuck again?”

“
When I get back
baby.”

About thirty minutes after Randy left, a
knock came on my door. Though I was still naked, thinking it was
Randy I ran to and opened the door. I was shocked to see Tina.
She’d been crying and she looked scarred. “Come in.” She stepped in
and turned to face me as I shut the door. “I thought you’d be
gone.”

“
I was packing when your
friend visited me.”

“
Randy?”

“
Yes, Randy. He can be
persuasive. At first, I told him I was going home and he blew up.
It scared me. He wanted to fuck me and I thought if I let him, he
would cool off, so we did. God, he can fuck! Nevertheless, instead
of dropping his pimping idea he got this devilish Jack Nicholson
smile on his face. I became afraid again, so I agreed to stick
around for another four days.”

“
Oh, I’m so sorry.” I
embraced her.

“
I wanted you to know,
even though I agreed to stay, I may slip away, so please don’t tell
him anything about me. Name, address, phone numbers, email,
nothing. And you should do the same.”

* * * *

As Randy pulled his cock from my mouth and
his arms raised me up, my befuddled mind rejoined the present, on
the mezzanine in the Swank Club. Behind my mask, my eyes grew wide
as, standing below us, I observed about thirty people, mostly men
clapping, whistling and catcalling below us.

Randy’s hands went to my
shoulders. He slipped the straps off my shoulders, onto my arms.
His fingers reached in behind my breasts and pulled the dress down,
exposing my breasts. Everyone went wild. As the crowd below
doubled, he instructed,
sotto voce,
“Bend over and place your crossed arms on the
railing.”

I did as he said, turning
my head to the right toward the stairs, where I noticed a half
dozen men and two women had taken occupancy. I felt cool
air-conditioning on my naked breasts and bare ass as he lifted my
skirt over my back. Two or three of Randy’s thick fingers slid into
my slippery slit, working it in around and out. I knew what was
coming when he pulled his fingers out and sure enough, he placed
his sheathed pride at the entrance to my hot, liquid filled
haven.
I held my breath as the
anticipation was killing me, then as Randy rammed his super sized
instrument into me, stretching the walls of my pussy, a delightful
pain engulfed me. I shuddered and gasped as
every inch of his cock pummeled me
while the audience roared it’s approval.

Randy rearranged my location so the audience
could see his cock stroking me. He turned me parallel with the
rail, placing one hand the rail and one on my knee. After a dozen
thrusts, he pulled out and shoved his cock through the rail. I
turned my head and watched as the throng oohed, ahhed, applauded
and whistled.

One not too bad of a looking girl stepped
forward and said, “I’ll fuck you. Suck your dick too.” I snickered
as a man came out of the crowd, grabbed her hand and dragged her
away.

Another girl occupied the vacant spot and
raised her shirt flashing a large pair of tits. “I’ll do you and
suck you off too.” She yelled.

Apparently, Randy was
through showing off because he shoved his cock back into me. He
felt good. The friction from Randy’s bold cock, acting like a back
scratcher, alleviated the gentle, but insistent sweet ache within
my greedy pussy.

I saw Randy’s arm extend, his hand holding
two black Halloween masks. A girl ran up and grabbed them and ran
back to the group, handing one to a young man, apparently her
boyfriend, who shook his head. She nodded, but when he didn’t
respond she took it back and jokingly threatened to hand it to
another guy, but he grabbed it back and put it on.

Was it only four hours ago
that April said,
You watch, he’ll have you
out somewhere in public fucking your brains out and you’ll be
loving it.

I did love it, especially when Randy wrapped
his hand around my hip and began to stroke my clit with his finger
in time with his deep penile strokes. Each thrust of his ten-inch
wonder sent waves of pure pleasure throughout my body. I felt like
I was floating and then the first wave of my orgasm hit. Thrashing
my head like a head-banging like a rock star, I yelled out the joy
of my bliss loud and clear. To my utter embarrassment, the applause
grew louder to cheers of “Fuck her hard” and “She wants it,” among
others.

Before I had even finished convulsing from
my orgasm, I felt his hefty shaft pulsating within me, spurting
shots of seminal fluid into the latex barrier. I tensed as his cock
buried itself as deep as possible to the very depths of my
womb.

When my orgasmic fog
lifted, I giggled because the masked girl knelt before the masked
boy, sucking his cock, not five feet away.
We’re going to start a new fad.
Randy’s prophecy seemed to be coming true.