Slocum 419 (7 page)

Slocum stopped by a small store that advertised
LIQUOR & SUNDRIES
on its front window in blaring red paint. Inside, he bought a quart of Old Mill, a 90-proof Kentucky bourbon. He walked the dark street to the hotel, which was the only building that boasted an outside lamp. Yellow light sprayed from its front windows.

Across the street, under the awning of a darkened theater, The Western Globe, Clara and her daughters huddled in a pool of shadows.

“That's him,” Clara whispered to Lacey and Stacey.

“My, he's very tall,” Lacey whispered back.

“And very handsome,” Stacey tittered
sotto voce
.

They stood in front of a faded poster announcing that Junius Booth was playing the role of Macbeth, a painting of his visage and body dressed in Elizabethan costume.

They watched Slocum slowly stroll into the cone of light from the lamppost in front of the hotel. He paused there for a moment and looked up and down the street. He carried a package under his arm. The cartridges on his belt glistened golden in the spray of yellow light. Bugs and moths flitted around the coal oil lamp and batted their bodies against the gleaming glass.

The women under the shingled overhang stared at the tall man in black, their coats wrapped tightly around them against the chill of evening. The moon had not yet risen and the street was bathed in darkness except for the spot where Slocum stood.

They watched him turn and stride into the hotel.

“This is going to be fun,” Lacey said.

“Ummm. I could go for him,” Stacey said.

“Hurry, girls. Get across the street and go inside. Smile your prettiest smiles and show him some bare legs.”

The girls left their mother and hurried across the street to the hotel as Slocum walked across the lobby to the front desk.

Slocum laid a five-dollar bill on the counter in front of the elderly man who stood there with an expectant look.

“I'm John Slocum. I want another room, but I don't want it on the books. Right next to the one I have. Just one night and you don't give out that room number to anyone who calls. You give out the number of the room I'm now registered in. Just one night. You keep the change.”

“Just a moment,” the clerk said. He consulted the register and his records. He found the name of John Slocum. “You're in Room 6. I don't have a vacancy next to it, but I do have one directly opposite, across the hall.”

“That's fine, Mr. . . .” Slocum said.

“Armand, sir. My name's Jules Armand.”

Slocum looked at the man, who appeared to be in his fifties. He was short, thin, with an aquiline nose, and wore a black string tie and a white shirt, striped gabardine trousers.

“From New Orleans?” Slocum asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“In the morning, I'll pay for any damages to either room,” Slocum said.

“I understand, Mr. Slocum. I'll take you on your word.”

Armand handed Slocum the key to Room 7.

“Just remember I'm not in Number 7; say I'm in Number 6.”

“That you are, Mr. Slocum. ‘Discreet' is my middle name.”

“Do you smoke, Jules?”

“I enjoy a cigar now and then.”

Slocum fished out a cheroot and handed it to Armand as he slipped the key into his pocket.

“Why, thank you, Mr. Slocum. This was what I smoked down home in New Orleans.”

“Enjoy it and think of home, Jules.”

Armand smiled. “Indeed I will.” Armand looked past Slocum at the front door. He saw two young women enter and loosen their coats. He opened his mouth to say something to them, but Slocum waved a finger in front of his chest to silence the man.

“That's probably the company I'm expecting, Jules.”

“They're very young, sir, but also very pretty.”

Lacey and Stacey removed their coats and slung them over their arms. They were dressed in ankle-length blue dresses and wore patent leather shoes with straps around their ankles. Lacey wore a pink blouse. Stacey's blouse was mauve. Their rhinestone and turquoise bracelets glittered in the glow of the lamplights.

Slocum walked toward them.

“And twins at that,” Jules whispered behind him.
“Sacre bleu.”

“Good evening, ladies,” Slocum said.

“Good evening,” the girls chorused.

“Are you staying here?” Slocum asked.

“Not yet,” Stacey said. She walked up close to Slocum. Her low-cut bodice revealed the rounded contours of her breasts, and her smile was as sweet as a spring sunrise.

Lacey came close on the other side and touched Slocum's arm.

“Will you pet my little pussy?” she whispered, and he gazed down at the mounds of her soft white breasts.

“Does it meow?” he whispered.

Both the girls giggled at his joke.

“It might,” Lacey said. “It might bite you, too.”

“Follow me,” he said. He held out his arms as he held the package in his left hand. The three of them walked out of the lobby and down the hall. Small candles in glass globes lit their way.

Slocum stopped in front of Room 7 and dug the key out of his pocket. He slid it into the slot and turned it. The door unlatched and he pushed it open.

“Oh, it's so dark in here,” Stacey said.

“Light us a lamp,” Slocum said as he escorted Lacey through the door behind Stacey, who ventured into the dark room and headed for the nearest lamp on a small table next to the wall.

Slocum and Lacey heard rustling and the sliding cover on a box of matches. Then there was a scratching sound and Stacey held a lit match in her hand. She lifted the chimney and touched the flame to the wick. She slid the chimney back in place and turned the knob that made the wick rise. The lamp grew brighter and light sprayed into the shadows, made them slink away in retreat.

“There, that's better,” Stacey said.

“Now, we can get a better look at this gorgeous man. I'm Lacey,” she said to Slocum.

“Hello, Lacey.”

“And I'm Stacey.”

Stacey slunk over to Slocum and batted her eyelashes.

“What do we call you, kind sir?” Lacey asked.

“John,” he said. He walked over to the bureau and unwrapped the package. He set out the bottle of bourbon and turned to the twins.

“They gave us three glasses,” he said. “You girls like a drink?”

“Sure,” Stacey said. “Just a little taste.”

“If you're having one, John, I'll drink with you,” Lacey said.

The girls threw their coats down on the floor, next to the wall.

Slocum poured bourbon into three glasses.

Stacey approached the bureau and Slocum handed her a glass. She held it to her nose and sniffed.

Then she ran a hand over Slocum's belt buckle, the one that was attached to his gun belt.

“You're a mite overdressed, John,” she cooed.

“What did you have in mind, Stacey?”

“I want you to be comfortable. I want to see more of you.”

“I want you to pet my pussy,” Lacey said. She flashed Slocum an enticing smile.

“Maybe we ought to play strip poker,” Slocum said. “If either of you has a deck of cards.”

Stacey's hand slid down to Slocum's crotch. She felt the bulge and began to rub her fingers over its contours.

“It looks like you're petting my hound dog,” Slocum said to her.

Stacey giggled with delight.

“Ummm. Is he a big dog?” she asked.

“He grows on you,” Slocum said. He handed Lacey her glass and sipped from his.

“I'll be he does,” Stacey said.

“Maybe we could all sit together on the bed,” Lacey said. She sipped her drink and walked over to the bed and sat down on it. She unstrapped her shoes and kicked them off.

“Shall we join Lacey?” Stacey removed her hand and grabbed Slocum's free hand. She led him over to the bed as Lacey began to unbutton her low-cut blouse.

“You girls look pretty young.”

“We're old enough,” Lacey said. “And we're not virgins, if that's what you mean.”

“No, I didn't think you were,” he said.

Lacey set her drink down on the nightstand, then took off her blouse. She reached behind her back and began to unsnap her brassiere. She flung it to the floor, and her pert breasts were in full display.

Slocum gawked at them.

“Nice,” he said.

“Well, you're still wearing your gun and have your pants on, John. And I still want you to pet my pussy.”

“Ever have two girls at once, John?” Stacey asked, setting her drink down next to her sister's.

“I don't kiss and tell,” he said.

The twins both laughed as Slocum began to unbuckle his gun belt. He removed it and then buckled it again. He hung it on the bedpost beside one of the pillows.

When he turned around, Stacey removed her shoes and pulled down her skirt. He unbuckled his trouser belt as she slid her panties down her slender legs and let them fall to the floor. He sat down and pulled off his boots, then slid his unbuckled trousers down and kicked them off on the floor.

Lacey finished undressing and lay back on the bed.

Slocum sailed his hat across the room and took off his shirt.

Both girls looked at his male equipment with eyes that grew wider as his cock began to unfurl and extend.

Stacey slid onto the bed, stark naked.

Slocum climbed up and lay between them. He reached over and touched Lacey's dark thatch. Her hips rose to meet his touch, and he slid his index finger into her slit and flicked it up and down.

His shaft hardened and grew longer.

Stacey reached over and clasped his stalk in her hand. She squeezed her fingers together and Slocum's penis grew harder and longer.

“Who's first?” he asked.

There was a sudden silence as the twins looked at each other.

Slocum wondered if they were going to go through with it before there was a loud knock on his door.

He thought that the girls were maybe wondering the same thing.

But there was no knock and he was ready to mount either twin.

Stacey leaned over and bent down to gaze at Slocum's manhood. She gripped his stalk gently, her eyes wide with wonder and admiration.

“Can I kiss it, John?” she asked.

“Just don't bite,” he said.

Stacey snickered. Lacey squirmed as Slocum fondled one of her breasts. One finger rubbed a nipple and it grew in size.

Stacey took the crown of Slocum's member into her mouth. Her tongue laved the slit and all around the throbbing head of his cock.

Slocum felt the swelling in his shaft as blood engorged it. The veins swelled into blue scrawls all along its length.

“Umm,” Stacey moaned as her tongue swabbed over the mushroomed warhead that began to seep precoital fluid. Then she began to suck Slocum's cock, pulling the head into her mouth and sliding her mouth up and down his shaft.

Lacey reached over and pulled Stacey's hair.

“Suck, suck, suck,” Lacey said.

Stacey spewed Slocum out of her mouth. Her eyes flashed.

“It tastes good,” Stacey said.

“I want you to fuck me, John,” Lacey said, pouting.

Slocum patted Stacey on the top of her head.

“Can't do everything at once,” he said. “You'll have to take turns.” He looked at Lacey.

“I want you inside me, John,” she said. “All of it, now that Stacey's slobbered all over it.”

“Oh, Lacey, you little bitch,” Stacey said. “You always spoil everything.”

“I do not.”

“Now, now, girls,” Slocum said. “Don't fight. Take turns. Lacey, you first. Stacey's already had a small taste.”

“That's right,” Lacey said. “I'm ready, John. Put that little doggie in my pussy.”

Stacey huffed, but she propped herself up on one elbow as Slocum rose above Lacey and lowered his hips to position himself for entry into her pussy.

Lacey reached out and guided him to the mossy portal of her sex. He pushed against her labia and she let go. He slid inside her, slow and easy as Stacey looked on in envy.

“Smooth,” Stacey said.

“Shut up, Stacey,” Lacey snapped.

Slocum slid up and down her steamy tunnel, and Lacey responded with hip movements of her own. She rose and fell beneath him as his strokes increased in speed. Then she cried out in little gasps of breath as her body quivered beneath him.

“He's giving it to you, Lacey,” Stacey said.

“Ummff,” Lacey said as she thrust her hips upward, taking Slocum's cock deep within the hot folds of her cunt.

Stacey inserted one of her fingers into her pussy and began to stroke back and forth, stimulating her clitoris with the tip. Her hips began to undulate in time with Slocum's strokes. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened as she gazed at Slocum taking her sister on a wild sexual ride.

“Ummm,” Stacey intoned.

Lacey gasped with pleasure. Her arms enfolded a large portion of Slocum's back, and she slid her hands to his neck, pulled on it to bring his head down close to her. She kissed him on the lips, and he felt her tongue stab into his mouth and wobble across the tip of his tongue.

Slocum took Lacey up to dizzying heights of pleasure. Her body bucked and rippled with spasms as she climaxed half a dozen times. She cried out each time she reached a climax, much to Stacey's annoyance.

“Enough,” Stacey screeched. “Get off her, John. It's my turn.”

“Sorry, Lacey,” he said. “Your sister is clamoring for attention.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” Lacey exclaimed. “Go to her, then. I'm floating, John. I'm floating on a cloud.”

Slocum withdrew from Lacey and sidled over to Stacey.

Stacey spread her legs and Slocum mounted her. He plunged into her without any need of guidance and Stacey shrieked with delight. He stroked up and down. Her body met his on every rise and fall of his hips. He kissed both breasts, and she clutched at him like a drowning woman.

If anything, Stacey was more eager and more active than Lacey. She thrashed and moaned with each deep penetration, and her fingernails clawed at his back, leaving red streaks that crisscrossed each other like a crude etching.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Stacey exclaimed. “Oh, John, it's so good. So very, very good.”

Lacey just watched, out of breath and sated. But the excitement of watching Slocum fuck her sister glittered like sparkling diamonds in her eyes.

Stacey climaxed again and again. Each time was more savage than the last, and her legs bobbed up and down like a mad marionette's. She screamed and cooed and clawed like a wildcat. It took all of Slocum's resolve and mental control to keep from spewing his seed into her womb.

She became wetter inside with each climax, and Slocum felt his blood surge into his member, swelling it to enormous proportions. He felt her excitement, and his own pleasure mounted with each stroke, each shattering orgasm that ripped through her loins.

“I'm coming again,” Stacey moaned in breathy excitement. “Give it to me, John. Shoot your milk into me. Quick, quick. I want it.”

Slocum let himself surrender to Stacey's wild passion.

He sped up his strokes as she clutched him tightly to her breasts. He felt the blood swell in his cock and the jolt of electricity in every fiber of his body. Then he felt that rush of pure pleasure as his seed exploded from his sac and erupted through his penis. He shot into her and Stacey screamed low in her throat as his warm sperm splashed into the deepest recesses of her pussy.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she exclaimed.

Slocum floated on a sky filled with brilliant stars and exploding fireworks as he climaxed and spurted his seed into her warm and brothy cavern. He spurted his last, and his diminishing member oozed from her like a dying grub worm.

He lay between the two girls, breathing hard, still enraptured from the dizzying heights of his own orgasm.

Lacey rubbed a hand over his belly.

Stacey entangled her fingers in his long hair.

“That was the best I ever had,” Stacey said.

“Don't brag, Stacey,” Lacey said.

“I'm full. I feel full. And completed,” Stacey said.

“Well, you've used John up, sis,” Lacey said.

“Oh, he'll come back, won't you, John?”

He panted his answer.

“In a while maybe.”

It was then that he heard footsteps in the hallway. The tromp of boots on thin carpeting.

“Somebody's coming,” Lacey whispered and shrank into a mummy of a woman, her hands across her breasts, her legs closed tight together.

Stacey took her fingers from Slocum's hair.

He slid over Lacey and stood up. He reached down and jerked his pistol from its holster.

“What are you going to do, John?” Stacey asked, suddenly afraid.

“Keep quiet,” he said. “Both of you.”

A thousand thoughts crossed his mind. He tried to count the number of footfalls in order to discern the number of men.

Was it a hotel guest returning to his room or a couple of killers coming to shoot him down?

All he could do now was wait, either for a knock on his door or the sound of a boot kicking it in.

But there was neither.

Instead, Slocum heard the scrape of metal as a key was inserted into his lock.

Slocum cocked his pistol and strode to the dimmest part of the room. He hugged a shadow there, knowing that he still stuck out like a sore thumb.

The lock made a click.

Then he heard and saw the doorknob slowly turn.

A lifetime flitted by in those brief seconds. Both women huddled together on the bed, clasping each other tight, their eyes shadowy and wide with fear.

Then the door slowly opened.

Slocum raised his pistol and sighted down the barrel.