Chapter 3: Luck of the Draw

Ted and I each took a swallow of our drinks, which had sat there unnoticed during the entire performance.

"Wow," I said, "that was something. And you say this goes on every night?"

"Just on Fridays and Saturdays," Ted replied, which I already knew but had momentarily forgotten. "Sometimes they have special events, but most weekdays it's just the flicks and the raffle. And whatever else you feel like buying."

"So all these girls are for hire?" I asked.

"Not the waitresses, but, yeah, they're all available," Ted said.

We chatted over our drinks for the next few minutes, glancing at the porno movie from time to time. We were interrupted by the sound of a gong and the dimming of the house lights again. The spotlight once again picked up the floor manager who was striding toward the platform where the urn of tickets waited; the tote board beside it was once again flashing -- this time with $500. Following close behind him were two topless females -- a beautiful, tall black woman wearing red hot pants and very high heels, and an equally beautiful, somewhat shorter blonde dressed in an ice- blue bathing suit bottom and platform sandals.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've accumulated enough raffle tickets for a double," the floor manager announced. "Won't you welcome our two prizes -- Miss Jennifer and Miss Andrea!" There was an enthusiastic round of applause from the house as first the blonde, then the black woman bowed as they were introduced. Both were stunning. There was a rustle throughout the room as members found their ticket stubs and prepared for the drawing. I arranged my two tickets in front of me.

The floor manager put his arm inside the urn and stirred the tickets around. "Miss Andrea, would you please draw a ticket?" he requested. The taller woman reached a dark arm into the urn and quickly withdrew a ticket, which she handed to the floor manager.

"The winning number is... two, oh, seven, one, nine." He repeated the number and asked "Do we have a winner present?"

I was staring in stunned silence at my two tickets -- 20719 and 20720. I looked up at Ted, my mouth gaping open.

"Don't tell me," he said. "You won on your FIRST DRAWING?" I nodded numbly. He stuck his hand up and waved at the floor manager. "Over here!" he called. Then, quieter, he urged me, "Go on, dummy. Go get her!"

I stood and began to walk toward the floor manager, clutching my ticket. Applause, catcalls and envious looks surrounded me as I made my way to the front. When I reached it, I handed my ticket to the floor manager, who compared it to the one he had in his hand and then gave me a big smile.

"YES!" he shouted, "we have our first winner!" Holding the microphone against his chest to muffle it, he said "Stand over there next to Miss Andrea, if you would, sir, while we draw the second winner."

I walked toward the black woman, who held out her hand to me and guided me to stand between her and the floor manager. While he was having the other girl draw a ticket, I looked more closely at the one standing next to me. Her hair was long, straightened, and drawn back into a tight ponytail. With high cheekbones and arched eyebrows, she could have looked haughty, but she was smiling widely, her generous red lips open to reveal her white teeth. She was very beautiful.

Below the neck, she was equally gorgeous. Her naked breasts were large but not excessively so, projecting boldly from her chest and scarcely drooping despite the lack of support. Otherwise, she was slightly thin, and her torso tapered over her ribs to a narrow waist. Her hips flared out from there, and her ass was slightly enlarged as is common with black women. The red hip-hugger shorts fit her tightly, the swell of her pussy mound clearly evident between her muscular thighs. Her long legs tapered downward, swelling nicely at the calves. In her high heels, she was nearly as tall as my own six feet, but I guessed her to be about 5'8" without them.

Meanwhile, the other girl, Jennifer, had drawn a ticket and a second winner was on the way toward us. He was short, dumpy and nearly bald, and I caught an amused exchange of glances between the two women, in which Jennifer ran her eyes down my own fairly well kept body, then smiled ruefully at Andrea.

The fat man's ticket was quickly checked and confirmed. The floor manager grabbed one of my hands while Andrea took the other and Jennifer was doing the same at the far end of our little line. They raised our hands high in the victory salute.

"Congratulations, gentlemen!" crowed the manager. "Enjoy yourselves over the next several minutes. Miss Andrea, Miss Jennifer, would you please escort our winners to your studios!" Jennifer led us through the nearby door, pulling her winner behind her, followed by Andrea and then me. Behind us, applause and shouts rolled through the room, suddenly muffled by the closing of the door.

Andrea took my hand with a smile and led me to the second door on the left. Inside, the small room was dark except for one red and one blue bulb, each inside a small shade, that were located in opposite corners near the ceiling. There was a queen-sized pallet on the thickly-carpeted floor along one wall, a padded side chair without arms, a dresser with various brushes and cosmetics, and an alcove with sink next to a door into her bathroom. The rest of the room, walls and ceiling, were covered with panels of mirror.

"Come on over here, honey," Andrea said, leading me to the alcove. "Now, just what did you have in mind?"

"Uh... I guess... uh..." I said, trying not to be nervous but stuttering anyway, "how about a... a blowjob and... then maybe just a straight lay to finish off?" This was not the first time I had used a whore. It was the second.

"Half and half," Andrea said. "You just get to cum once, you know."

"Yeah," I said. "That's fine."

"Okay, honey," Andrea said, "let's get you cleaned up. Unfasten your pants, okay?"

While I unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down, she turned to the sink and started hot water running. I stood there feeling foolish while she tested the water's temperature, pulled up on the lever that lowered the stopper, and ran a couple of inches of water into the basin, testing it with her fingers. She shut off the water, picked up a washcloth and bar of soap, and turned back to me.

"Pull your pants down, baby," she said smiling. "I can't wash it through your shorts."

Feeling stupid, I pushed my pants and underwear down over my butt to mid-thigh. My dick hung there limply.

"Ooh, you got a nice one," Andrea said, and while I didn't believe it was anything but part of her routine I couldn't help feeling a little pleased. She took my prick in her light tan palm and milked it, looking carefully at the end for any sign of leakage.

Satisfied, apparently, she dropped the washcloth in the basin, wrung it out, and turned back to me with a small plastic basin in one hand. "Here," Andrea said, "hold this under here." She positioned the basic under my dick to protect my clothes and her floor and proceeded to wash me with soap and water, then rinsed out the washcloth in the basin and cleaned the soap off.

"There you go, honey, all nice and fresh for me." Andrea took the basin from me and set it on the sink counter. "Why don't you slip those pants off?" she said, pointing toward the chair.

While I kicked off my shoes, then sat down and pulled off socks, pants and underwear, Andrea quickly tidied up the wash basin. We finished about the same time, and she turned to find me watching her. Smiling, she walked over and stood in front of me.

"Like what you see, baby?" she asked, putting a hand under either breast and bouncing them gently with her palms. Then, squeezing slightly, she ran her thumbs down the tops, catching the nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulling on them. "Oooh," she said, "I'm in the mood myself. You're my first one tonight."

Andrea dropped her hands to her thighs and then ran them up to either side of her mound, pressed inward, and dragged her fingers along her pussy. "Um, yes," she sighed, "I'm glad you wanted some pussy, not just a blowjob. I'm definitely in the mood."

Her fingers move to the button on her hotpants. Andrea popped the snap and pulled the zipper down. Sliding her thumbs into the waist, she wriggled them down over her generous hips, rocking from side to side to help. My eyes were all over the room, watching her reflection in the mirrors, then the real person in front of me.

She was not wearing any panties. Her black, curly bush was trimmed into a narrow, inverted triangle that was small enough to hide under a bikini. The shorts dropped around her ankles, and Andrea stepped out of them daintily, still wearing her high heels. She squatted down to pick up the shorts and tossed them onto the dresser, then turned back to face me, hands on hips.

"Come on, honey," Andrea said. "It's okay to touch." She jutted her hips toward me, making it clear where she wanted me to touch. Obediently, I put my hand on her leg and ran it up her thigh. When it bumped against her pussy, I cupped my palm over her mound and let my middle finger slide between the lips. She was slippery, whether from natural or artificial lubrication, and my finger went in easily. I pushed it up her vagina as far as I could and wiggled it inside her.

"Oooooh," Andrea moaned faintly, "that's the spot. That's definitely the spot." She rolled her hips in a circle, helping to work my finger inside her pussy.

Keeping her legs spread so that my hand had unimpeded access to her crotch, Andrea leaned forward and began to unfasten the button of my shirt. "Let's get this off," she said, "so I can feel your chest against my tits when you fuck me." She continued to work her hips back and forth and around and around while she unbuttoned my shirt. Her large lips were puckered in a moue of sensuous enjoyment as her fingers worked down my chest and over my stomach. "Yes, baby, yessss," she murmured, "that's right, push your finger in there. I like that."

I dragged my finger forward over her clitoris and was surprised to feel it prominently large, as big and as firm as a child's fingertip. She jerked when I flicked it and sucked in her breath. I had assumed that Andrea's apparent arousal was just an act, part of her professional services, but it's impossible to fake an erect pleasure bump.

She slid her hands inside my shirt just under my armpits and pushed inward, making my chest swell into small tits, then leaned forward to lick and suck at my nipples. I raised my other hand and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing gently and pressing upward. Andrea wriggled from side to side, moving her chest against my full hand.

With a sigh, Andrea began to sink to her knees, slowly pulling my finger out of her pussy and my hand away from her breast. She knelt in front of me and scooted forward between my legs. Her tits brushed my thighs, the nipples hard and projecting. She lifted her tits and laid them on top of my thighs.

"I believe you wanted me to suck on this thing a while," she said, taking my cock in both hands. "I want to get it good and hard so you can fuck me with it. I like it hard and deep."

With her hands covering all but the head, Andrea lowered her mouth to my dick. I watched her in the nearest mirror, which showed the view from the side. Opening her lips, she extended her tongue and licked the underside like a lollipop several times. Then she lowered her head more and took it into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cheeks hollow while working her tongue back and forth underneath and rocking her head from side to side. I couldn't help giving a little moan of appreciation.

"Oh, you like that, honey?" Andrea said, popping her head off my prick. "Then you'll probably like this, too." She put her mouth back around the head of my dick, let go with both her hands, and in one smooth move slid her tightly gripping lips all the way down the shaft, taking my cock into her throat. She proved that she had it all by working her lips at the bottom, sucking on the base. Then, bending the stem downward so that she could look upward and catch my eyes, she worked her throat on the head, as if she was trying to swallow it whole. Thank god it was still attached.

Sliding back up my cock until just the head was in her mouth again, Andrea wrapped a hand around the shaft and began to rock back and forth, keeping her fist close to her lips so that mouth and hand formed one long tube. Her slim, clutching fingers slid up and down my prick and jacked me off into her mouth, the thumb sliding along the underside all the way up to the twin bumps on the bottom of my cockhead, while her tightly pressed lips clamped my lovestalk and her tongue lashed back and forth. It was wonderful, it was exquisite, it was as good a blowjob as I had ever had. I'm afraid I moaned again. And again.

Andrea slipped my prick out of her mouth and smiled at me. "Now, don't get to liking it too much," she said. "After all, you're supposed to put this cuntsticker in my pussy and fuck me silly with it, right?"