Chapter 9

Billy Rose introduced the first aquacade to the American public at the Cleveland Fair in 1937. Nothing quite like it had ever been seen before. The moon, the stars and the sky served as an overhead setting for his ten thousand seat amphitheatre, with the waters of Lake Erie as a stage, or part of the stage.

A water curtain of dancing fumes, colored by lights served as a curtain. When it was turned off the audience saw a long line of performers clad in white, skin-tight bathing suits, well over a hundred of them. Slowly they peeled off into the water in majestic domino fashion.

Early in the show Eleanor Holm appeared in high heels, wearing a sequined swimming suit and royal cape to match. In seconds she was in the ice cold water showing her world famous backstroke, spurred in her efforts as the cast knew, but the public didn't, by little schools of minnows that sometimes got stuck in her suit. Not that the beautiful swimmer, later to become Mrs. Billy Rose, needed extra help in speed swimming. She was a 1932 Olympic champion. Johnny Weissmuller, an Olympic swimming champion of earlier years, made the hearts of the women in the audience beat faster before he went on to a second career as the film hero, Tarzan.

Serious and comic diving and figure swimming by specialty acts and a chorus of champion swimmers held the audience spellbound. Barges manipulated an actual stage more than three hundred feet wide and about sixty feet deep when it was necessary to cover the pool for music and dancing. Best of all, the prices for seats in this spectacular ranged from forty cents to ninety nine cents. Billy Rose had mastered the technique of serving brilliant spectacles to the masses at prices they could afford in depression times. From Jumbo in 1935, he'd gone to the fabulous Casa Manana show at Ft. Worth in the Texas Centennial Fair in 1936 which won him the Cleveland assignment and opened the door to still greater triumphs to come. The Cleveland show was both a milestone and an unforgettable innovation in the history of show business.

The Austin Sisters barely made the cast by virtue of the fact they were both beautiful and could swim elegantly. Without Texas Bunny, their singing was strictly of the show business average variety.

Phil came in off the road to try out for the big extravaganza, and looked up both Maddy and Flair. The two young women gave him the distinct cold shoulder, so he left Cleveland without even an audition.

After the show, George and the two girls headed for Buffalo where Flair's father, Vic, had recently bought a radio station. The West had not agreed with the New Jersey ex-bootlegger. "Not enough people," he groused. "Not enough audience for a real radio station." His goal was to buy into the New York market, but so far Buffalo was as close as he could get. While the girls rested in Vic's Buffalo home, George went to see his old friend.

"You can forget the Austin Sisters," said Vic. "They ain't going anywhere. Not without Bunny."

"She hasn't exactly burned up the majors either," said George. "Neither has Phil Griffin. We're all just treading water, you ask me."

"Forget Griffin," said Vic. "What those girls need is marriage, good husbands. Maddy's thirty-two, for Christ's sake, and Flair's thirty-one."

"They still look like eighteen," said George.

"Still young and hot," nodded Vic. "That's why I told Flair and Maddy they had to get married while they've still got it. We need to get married, too. This show business is a killer."

George's eyes gleamed. "What did you have in mind, Vic?"

"Flair for you and Maddy for me," said Vic. "We can pop up to Niagara Falls and tie the knot, as Winchell says."

"Holy Christ!"

"Listen, we need sexy young wives and those two kids are spinning their paddles. So let's get the act together. I told the two of 'em yesterday. We should've done it ten years ago, like I was going to marry Maddy at Catalina."

George glowed all over. "They'd never hold still for it, but..."

"Sure they will. A woman gets sick of all the one-night stands, cheap hotel rooms and loneliness. Not to mention smart aleck young guys. They need mature men with a few bucks in the bank. Like you and me."

Maddy came awake feeling a hot mouth covering hers. As she sleepily kissed back, dreaming it was Phil, a wet tongue snaked into her mouth. Her nipples were caressed, starting fires, and she felt warmth, smooth, moist skin.

Then she came awake to find Flair nibbling along her jaw. Flair was naked and had pulled open the robe Maddy slept in.

"Oh, cut it out, Flair," said Maddy. "We've done that too often in too many hotel rooms."

"Better than nothing." A pink tongue teased, thrilled her ear.

"Not much."

She put her hands on the sweet slope of Flair's back and caressed down the flesh, her fingers pleased by the muscles and the yielding softness.

She knew she'd get aroused. She and Flair would have each other. They'd each feel loved and sexual tension would be relieved. Yet as she dreamily stared at the sunshine coming through the window she realized this was the first time in a year they'd slept in a real house. At home, even if it was just Vic and a couple of servants. As Vic said yesterday when he brought up marriage, the road was a killer. There were night club patrons that wanted to toss you for a one-night stand. Besides that there were only musicians, who had their booze and their reefers and who were always broke. You died wanting guys. So it was only natural, even if perverted, to crawl in bed with your best buddy, even if she were female, and hold somebody who cared and have somebody who cared hold you. Once in a while, not too often, she and Flair slipped into pussy love.

Almost absently she bucked her loins as Flair dug fingers into her cunt and made her hot oils run. Flair's belly kisses skittered some excitement across her flesh, but really now.

"I've got something new," murmured Flair.

"You've always got something new," said Maddy. "Single dildoes, double dildoes. Fingers poking rear holes, cunt balls, feathers, candles."

"This is different."

"Bring me something called "cock" with a real, loving man attached, Flair."

"You want to marry my father, again?" murmured Flair.

"He's terrific," said Maddy with a rush of deep feeling. "But I guess you couldn't stand George."

"Sure I could stand George," said Flair. "Why not? He fucked me once on a train, and it wasn't too bad. He loves me - us. He'd go crazy being faithful and he has a few bucks, too. Don't let those sleazy looks fool you."

Maddy could believe Flair. Flair never reacted like other people. She could probably marry George and be happy. And she? With Vic? Why not?

"You've still got it for Phil," said Flair.

Maddy frowned. She began to buck her belly real fast. "Do me! Do me!"

Flair laughed and began to suck her cunt. Maddy lifted up and groaned in pleasure, going hot and wet. Flair caressed her big breasts and Maddy got hotter. She was into it now, wanting the breathtaking surge of orgasm. Then Flair eased up and straddled her head so she could eat Flair's cunt. As Maddy dug her tongue, her mouth into the soft, wet chamber she thought of Phil, his strong body, his big, powerful prick-stick, loaded with liquid flames. Oh, Phil, Phil, she thought gobbling Flair's clit, making the big blonde moan. Flair meanwhile kneaded her own breasts with the swollen nipples and rose to peak.

They were both close to orgasm now. Maddy knew Flair's next move was to lie back down on Maddy's body while they stroked pelvises and cunts to glory, hugging.

Flair rose. "Here comes the new thrill," she warned. "Ready?"

"Whatever it is," said Maddy.

Flair spread her legs, her crotch over Maddy's high breasts. The stream of piss started slowly and then began to gush, golden liquid spraying on Maddy's tits, her cleavage.

Flair thrilled to ecstasy to release her urine stream on Maddy's lovely body. She could see, and hear, the bubbling stuff strike the silken flesh, spread, body-warm, on Maddy.

"Oh, my God!" Maddy's eyes went big, her whole being frozen in shock.

"T-told you it was new!" cried Flair.

Squatting she slowly worked down Maddy's body, decorating her with the streaming girl piss, feeling the thrill of her emptying bladder, letting everything go against all the wise rules of mankind. Down over the belly, the abdomen.

"Almost there!" gasped Flair, wild-eyed. The act of pissing just about made her come. Maddy's body was a blanket of urine now, golden and shiny. "Ahhhhh!"

The last squirts shot onto Maddy's dark pubic hair and cascaded down over her oil-wet cunt. Flair was empty. She stared down at Maddy with hotly gleaming eyes.

At first the body-hot stuff shocked Maddy to stillness. She felt the sting of the piss, smelled the smell. Suddenly she wanted the whole humiliating experience, to feel Flair's bladder completely emptied on her nudity. She gasped as if she'd dived into a pool. It was the ultimate outrage.

Flair gave a cry of delight, fell on top of Maddy's body and hugged her, the pee serving as a hot stimulant between their bodies. Flair's cunt rocked on Maddy's. Maddy surged up, crazed with the freak sex act for the moment. The girls clung together, wallowing in Flair's piss, rising in perverted ecstasy to orgasm. Then they both broke.

"Ahhhhh." Throb, throb, throb, went Flair.

Maddy's cunt expired with ecstatic squeezes as she reveled in the tight body lock and the unspeakable fluid that sealed them together. She worked off her spasms crying animal grunts. Then everything faded into the sweet afterglow of sex.

Then Flair rolled off of her and laid back, her face shocked, her big luscious body smeared with her own piss.

"Jesus, what have I done?" wailed Flair.

Maddy got up slowly, inevitably. "Ruined your father's bedclothes and maybe a mattress," she said. "Also you've reached the limit, Flair. Ended it, once and forever. We won't have sex again. The next stop would be the nuthouse."

She walked to the door, heading for the bathroom, her body smeared with urine, her thighs still wet with oil and more of Flair's piss.

"I'm going to marry your father," she said. "You'll marry George."

Lying there Flair knew Maddy was right. There was a point when wildness with sex got dangerous. Her flaunting of taboos was over.

A week later the two couples were married in a double ceremony, Flair to George, Maddy to Vic Singleton, thus completing a courtship that had begun over ten years ago. George was in seventh heaven; the girls mellow. When Maddy asked Flair who had torn up her wedding gown at Catalina, Flair confessed that she had, and everybody laughed. So much for ancient, knife-wielding passions!

There was no question about where to go for a honeymoon, or two of them. Niagara Falls was only twenty miles away. The two couples spent the afternoon ogling the majestic vistas of the two great falls, the American side with its famous separate Bridal Veil Falls and the much wider Canadian Horseshoe Falls. The guide told them the American side was 167 feet high and about 1,000 feet wide, while the bigger Canadian Horseshoe was 158 feet high and 2600 feet wide. He added that several people had actually gone over the falls in barrels and survived, while some had not.

"Right now there's another nut planning to go over. He wants to swim the rapids above, reach his barrel on Goat Island, between the two falls and then go over. Naturally the authorities will try to stop him, but if a man wants to commit suicide, it's pretty hard to prevent it. The guy may make it; he's some professional swimmer named Phil Griffin."

The two couples looked at each other. "Holy mud!" cried Maddy. "We ought to stop him!"

"I say let him go," grunted Vic. "At least he won't be screwing some poor guy's newlywed wife, making sex trouble for a change."