inside all right. He knew she was on an erotic edge, that any moment she'd explode. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before she let loose. In his short relationship with Kelly London, he knew her that well. But then too, he'd known lots of women like her.
Just as Tad predicted, once inside the elevator, Kelly's chilly wall came down. "Here, just do it here," she said turning to him.
"What? Jam the elevator?"
"Whatever works," she answered. She opened her coat and tore away the stretch pants that had replaced her tiny shorts. With them off, she was naked underneath her coat, the sweet triangle of her cunt glistening with sweat and female juice.
It was a five minute fuck, if that. Just in and out banging, and clenched bodies, and a hickey on either of their shoulders and a wrenching climax. She would have screamed, but it was the middle of the night and the neighbors would wake up. Instead there was just a long finishing groan. Once he pulled out, they dressed. Tad unjammed the elevator and they proceeded to her apartment door as if nothing had happened.
"You're sure you want to go through with this?" Tad asked.
"Yeah, I'm really sure," she replied with a sensuous smile. She was actually smiling warmly, giving him a decent, intimate kiss on the lips to say good-bye. And for that instant she could feel her real life returning, replacing the one she’d left behind at the bar.
On the second night, Kelly got her first real piece of solid information.
It was the night Juno showed up. Polish and refinement, a hard thing to find in the Blue Lady, he seemed out of place in his slick suit, starched shirt and neat tie. Close clipped dark brown hair, aquiline nose and tanned face, he looked as if he'd just come from a game of tennis or polo. And yet his refinement seemed fake. Kelly couldn't put her finger on why, but she was just sure that there was a lot to the man that was hidden and not at all refined. On the one hand she was fascinated, on the other, her instincts told her to keep her distance.
Juno entered the dressing room at the Blue Lady as though he belonged there.
"So, you're new?" he asked Kelly as he walked up to her, having spotted her in the commotion of dancers and waitresses that were getting ready for the night.
"I started last night," she answered him.
He had his hands on her upper arms, inspecting her. "You should be dancing," he said. "Those legs."
"I don't want to dance," she replied.
"And why not?" he asked. "You've got the hips for it. I think dance is all in the hips, don't you? It's about sex and sex is between these thighs." His hands moved to hers, and she was too afraid to balk. "And here?" he said, one hand on her pubic mound that looked practically naked in her costume.
"I'd rather you not," she said, trying to shake away.
"Get your hands off her, Juno," Cass said, as the motherly woman pushed her way between them.
"She's going to work out fine," Juno said, unfazed.
"Yeah, well you keep your grimy hands off of the girls, if they want you, they'll come to you."
"I just want to make sure that she knows what I offer."
"Just great, asshole," Cass said. "You keep it under wraps where it belongs," she whispered as though she was afraid to be overheard. "Out on the floor, girls," she said, hustling the waitresses to the door. "And you," she pointed back to Juno, "you too."
"Who is he?" Kelly asked as they moved down the hallway into the lounge.
"An ass mostly. But if you want additional work, Juno's the one that keeps you safe."
"You mean turning tricks?"
"For some of the girls it's the only way they make ends meet. But don't you get involved. As safe as you think it is, a girl from this place ends up dead every year."
There was a lot more Kelly was dying to ask her, but they had work to do. Maybe at their break they'd get another chance.
Break time was crazy. Kelly didn't have a minute with Cass alone. But at half past two, closing time, it was just she and the buxom redhead in the