" He pulled Trudy up and dragged her over to Pauline, looking down at the boundwoman, " Now dike bend your head forward and show us how you lick cunt.... Pauline spat, "Go to hell." John held Trudy, "Trudy dear let me make this clear if your nightdress ain'tup and your legs arn't wide open with her tongue stuck a long way up your cuntby the time I count to ten, then one of those pretty girls is coming down thosestairs." Trudy's eyes opened wide in panic, "Please Pauline just do it, for god. She said nothing and I pretended to work for a few more seconds, then looked up at her. "Black, if you please," I said, handing her my coffee mug.I was completely matter-of-fact. I knew it couldn't be performed much better, but for all my acting, she made no move and we simply looked at each other. And if anything, she wore a slight smile, as if amused.My heart was beating and I knew I wasn't home yet. "Is there a problem?" I asked.Still we stared at each other and I felt nerves overtaking me.. The frantic teenager's vocal cords seemed to be in rebellion, as stiff and unyielding as his prick. His lips moved again, but only a whimper came out. Across the room, the Alsatian echoed the sound with a whimper of his own. Not selfish or jealous, the faithful doggy did not begrudge the boy the same treat that he had so recently had from Catherine's magic mouth.Catherine slid her tongue out and bobbed her head forward. She tapped the tip of her saliva drenched tongue against the underside of. He glared. He glared hard, and suddenly the man with theSpanish voice flailed his arms."She's a no trained chicata bitch." He bellowed and left, andthrough the mirrors Joan saw him melt into the boiling crowd onthe dance floor.The barkeep smiled and gave Joan another martini. Joan litanother cigarette and sipped on the filter, feeling giddy.Thoughts roiled through him. I'm a slut, but not anyone's slut.Not everyone's. Not always.The club was hopping now, people dancing, the jazz band.