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Amateur Night
By
Dee Dawning
Copyright © 2011 Dee Dawning
Smashwords Edition
Prologue
Things were getting a little warm for Sally and Hermie. No, no bodies were ever found, but too many men were starting to be missed in three of the four state quadrant. When somebody checked all the states and found out just how many men were missing, alarm bells went off.
Part One
Sally sat at the bar sipping a Pina Colada through a straw in a dance club called ‘Frenzy.’
Hermie set his empty beer bottle on the beat up bar, threw a pretzel in his mouth and asked, "See anything interesting?"
Sally and Hermie were in Tennessee—Dyersburg, Tennessee. They'd visited Missouri last week and Mississippi the previous week. Every week they crossed the Mighty Miss or the Missouri border from Piggott Arkansas.
They’d travel to a nearby town, where she’d lure some local dude to their motel room and fuck him for money. Sally preferred her clients to be young and good-looking. At five-eight, long blond hair, baby blue eyes, she had the face of an angel and a body to tempt the devil.
She surveyed the room. "Not really. How come we’re in a dance hall anyway? It’s a lot easier to pick up someone in a saloon."
"You’re the one who said pull in here. Besides, there’re a lot of men here."
"And a lot of women and half of them are with men."
"Just start batting them baby blues and see what turns up."
In seconds a short bald man with a moustache asked Sally to dance.
"No, thank you, I’m waiting for someone."
As he walked away she heard a voice to her left. "I heard that, Hot Stuff. You must be waiting on me."
She was pleased to find a tall, handsome black man smiling at her. "Maybe, you have the looks I like. I’m Sally and this is my half-brother Hermie."
He shook Sally’s hand and then Hermie’s. "Roscoe. Pleased to meet you-all."
"And I’m pleased to meet you, Roscoe. What are you about six-four?"
"Good guess, six five, two twenty-five. Ya wanna boogie?"
"Sure." She slid off the stool and Roscoe guided her to the dance floor with his hand on her ass. At the dance floor he pulled her into his arms and squeezed. "My-oh-my. You have some body."
"Why thank you. You’re not a cop are you?"
"Heck no. Why do you ask? You’re not a hooker, are you?"
"Ah-huh. Two-fifty an hour. Are you interested?"
"I would be if I wasn’t broke."
She pulled back and started to walk away, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "Where you going in such an all fired hurry?"
"I don’t have time to waste on broke johns. Too bad, it could have been fun." She pulled away again and made sure he didn’t pull her back. She made her way back to the bar.
The little guy asked, "How’d it go?"
She shook her head. "No money, let’s get outta here before he comes back."
In the parking lot Sally suggested, "The nude bar we saw on the outskirts of town had a banner about an amateur nude contest, let’s try there. I’ll drive."
"Are you up to that?"
"Why not. It wouldn’t be my first time and you know I’ll win the prize."
"Probably, but everyone will get an eyeful of you."
"Is that so bad?"
"Only if they put you in a line-up."
"Fuck it. I feel like showing up the local dogs."
She pulled their 1979 Ford F150 into the full gravel parking lot. The parking lot was full. Sally peered at the billboard JEZABEL’S ‘G’ SPOT Topless Saloon. Lower on the billboard read Thirty Luscious Babes. Below that was Two Mostly Naked Girls Performing at All Times. Across the parapet of the building hung a banner. One half had fallen down, but was still readable. Amateur All Nude Contest every Friday, $500 Nightly Prize, Monthly Grand Prize $2,500.
She reached behind the seat and pulled out the bag containing one of her stripper outfits. As she strutted to the club, two men, one young and one older came out. "Wow, look at them jugs, the older one said.
"I know, and get a load of her ass. Maybe we should stick around."
"Do you work here, sweetheart?"
"Fuck no, I wouldn’t work in a shit hole like this, but I am going to enter the Amateur Contest and show it all. If you want to ogle my shaved pussy you’d better stick around."
They glanced at each other, about faced and watched Sally’s fine ass, as she glided into the club.
Sally went straight to the bar and grabbed a stool. She pulled a cigarette from her purse and stuck it in her mouth. As she searched purse for her lighter, the bartender lit her cigarette…and her fire.
"What’ll you have, babe?"
The winsome grin of the handsome bartender welcomed her. "Do you have Pina Coladas."
He threw a napkin down in front of her. "Sure, I’m multi-talented."
Sally laughed. "I’ll bet you are." He wore a black vest over a long-sleeved white shirt. Black gay nineties arm garters wrapped around both upper arms. Sexy looking and a personality, too. Mmmm, a winning combination. She read his nametag—Nick.
He flipped another napkin on the well-worn bar for Hermie, who’d eased in next to Sally. "What’ll you have, partner?"
Hermie sneered at Nick. He sneered at every man who was better looking than he. In other words, everyone with a dick. "I’ll have a Bud."
"Pina Colada and Bud, coming right up."
As Nick set the drink down, Sally licked the bottom of her top lip languorously with her tongue. She raised her long fingered hand and rubbed Nick’s cheek with her knuckles "Tell me handsome. What time does the amateur all nude contest begin?"
Nick eyed her grapefruit sized cha-chas, and then scanned what he could see of her body. "You missed the preliminary round, Doll. The final round is in forty-five minutes."
Her brow furrowed deeply. "Dang. I did so want to win. I could use the five bills."
"Couldn’t we all," Nick reflected. "I’ll tell you what. Obviously you would have made the cut, so I’ll let you participate with the four other girls."
He surprised her. "You can do that?"
His smile almost made her crème. "Sure, I’m the judge."
God she wanted him. "And do I have to sleep with the judge to win?"
He laughed. "Only if you want to. You already won." He winked.
She curled her forefinger motioning him closer and he leaned partly across the bar. She whispered so Hermie wouldn’t hear. "If I was to say I wanted to, what time do you get off?"
"By the time I kick the stragglers out and close up it would be almost two-thirty. But I get a thirty minute break." He glanced at his watch and puckered his sexy, luscious lips in a mock kiss. "In about three minutes."
She looked down into her lap and knew exactly where she had to have those lips, but first she had to do something about Hermie. Her strange little brother who bore a remarkable resemblance to Dr. Frankenstein’s helper, Igor. She whispered, "First, let me get rid of my brother."
She turned to Hermie. "Sweetheart, I seem to have left my compact at the motel. Would you be a doll and check our motel room and see if you can find it?"
He glared at her, but she knew he’d go. "It’ll take at least an hour."
"That’s okay."
He glanced at Nick and then at her, nodded and left.
Nick hitched his chin toward the hallway at the end of the bar.
She slipped off her stool and sashayed in that direction. The thought of fucking this Lothario had her pussy humming.
He waited for her at the hallway.
When he guided her into the corridor, she felt a twinge in her twat.
"So that little guy is your brother?" They sauntered down the hall.
"Half-brother. He watches out for me. What’d ya think? He was a date?"
"Not hardly. I didn’t know what the connection was, but date never entered my mind."
"Where're we going?"
"To the bedroom. You didn’t think a dive like this would be without a bedroom did you?" They stopped at a door. He swung the door in to a very sexy bedroom. She glanced around. It had a four post bed with a red satin bedspread. Setting the atmosphere, the walls were covered with red flocked wallpaper and bawdy gay nineties paintings.
Mmmm, I can’t wait.
She took off her dress while Nick locked the door and he ogled her bod as she dragged her panties to the floor. A flush of heat passed through her when he licked his upper lip.
She wiggled her breasts and hips. "You like?"
He shrugged. "What’s not to like? You’re perfect." His attention and centered on her loins. He shook it off and stepped up to her. "I’d love to taste your pussy, but we don’t have time."
His subtle scent wrapped itself around her brain, closing off everything but Nick. "Then let me help you undress." While he unbuttoned his shirt, she unbuckled his belt. Then she pinched the tongue of his zipper, and dragged it down. He shrugged out of his shirt as she parted his pants, exposing checkered boxer shorts.
She ssavored his well-muscled, slightly haired, naked chest and rounded pecs. Warm dampness emerged between her legs, and urged her on. She dragged his slacks to the floor, and he quickly lifted his feet out. She reached into his shorts for the object of her lust. Her entire body tingled and the walls of her pussy leaked crème in preparation for its desired visitor. When his hand wandered over one of her breasts Her excitement soared. She pushed into his hand as, his fingers twisted, pinched and rubbed its distended nipple.
His cock protruded above the waistband. As she licked the exposed part of his member he laid his hands on her shoulders and tensed. Her fingers slipped behind the waistband and drew briefs down. His entire shaft stood out bold and arrogant. She inhaled it’s musky masculine aroma and sighed. The itch within in her core craved this cock.
As her lips surrounded his hard, silky appendage, he stopped her. "I would love you to do that for me, but we don’t have time. Let me feel inside you."
As he pushed gently on her chest, she reclined and scooted further onto the bed. His eyes smoldered as they worked over her curves and warmed her flesh. After rolling a condom down his manhood, he edged forward until he lay between her legs. As his lips found hers, her hand found his pride and aligned it for entry.