Mustang Sally
An Anita Reaming Mystery
By Magda McKune
Chapter 1
It was a typically noisy and busy evening at Big Jack's Gentleman's Club. There were plenty of customers groping and pawing my bare boobs and buns and drooling over my lady lover Laymee as she twirled around the silver pole on the elevated stage.
Big Jack's was little more than a glorified tittie bar. They called it a club because it sounded classier. But anyone -- man or woman -- who flashed a few bucks at the front door and signed the register book was allowed into the club. Not very selective when it came to refining our clientele. I didn't care. Leering ladies were just as good at tipping as slobbering leering young men out to drool over female flesh. I didn't mind their pawing of my body clad only in a skimpy red thong and high heel shoes so long as they slipped me a few bucks for the privilege.
Plus, it was easy work. As long as I was a beautiful woman in my mid twenties with a fabulous figure, why not use it to my advantage? I could always get a desk job when I got older.
My lover and housemate Laymee strolled up to me. She was a beautiful slender Asian girl with petite breasts, a nice tight booty, and long silky black hair hanging to the middle of her back. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you alone tonight," she said. "I met a couple of cute young sailors named Chip and Skip. They're shipping out tomorrow and will be stationed on a submarine for the next four months." She girl gave me a knowing grin. "I was hoping to give them a proper sendoff."
I chuckled and shook my head at my insatiable nymphomaniac companion. "One wild night with you would probably last them for the next four months."
Laymee grinned and nudged my side with her hip. "You got that right!"
"Take my Honda Civic, darling. My car keys are in my purse. I don't want to worry about you hailing a cab from the No-Tell Motel at three in the morning."
"What about you?"
"I'll hitch a ride home with one of the girls." I gave her a knowing leer. "Or maybe Big Jack will let me spend the night at his place."
Laymee returned a naughty grin. "Just thinking about you and the boss rolling in the sack gets me all wet."
"Think of it as my way of warming you up to properly serve our proud boys in the U.S. Navy."
My lover gave me a smooch on the cheek. "Love ya', Neets."
I gave her an affectionate pat on the tush. "I love you too, baby."
Laymee was both my housemate and my sexual partner. We met a few years ago and formed a fast friendship that blossomed into a loving relationship. We dearly loved each other and usually had mad passionate sex every night after work. And quite often before work. And sometimes even during work. Living with a nymphomaniac was undoubtedly beginning to rub off on me.
My lover was wild and exciting and spontaneous. But quite often was too much for me to handle alone. That was when I had to call in additional assistance by inviting a girl of two from the club to join us in a wild sex orgy. Or we may pick up a customer if he was cute enough and go to his place. Laymee and I were both bisexual, humping men and women alike. Neither of us minded the other having different partners, so long as we ended up in bed together when the night was through.
Laymee dearly loved me and I absolutely adored her. We were soul mates, thrown together by divine appointment. She used to be an accountant and I was a cop before we got this gig strutting our fine figures almost buck naked at the local tittie bar. We rented a small ranch house together and soon became lovers. And though dancing and waitressing was enough to pay the rent, there was still an element of excitement missing from our lives. Laymee convinced me into taking the test to obtain my Private Investigator's license and we converted our stand-alone garage into a makeshift office. Anita Johnson - Private Eye, open for business. Laymee handled all the necessary forms and paperwork while I did most of the investigating. It was fun and adventurous and gave us something to do in the afternoons and on our days off. Plus, the thrill of the chase almost always got Laymee hot and in the mood for wild sex. Come to think of it, just about everything did that for her.
She scurried off to tend to her two young sailors.
I wandered to the bar to chat with my friend Sally. She was what we in the erotic entertainment industry affectionately refer to as a real knockout. Sally had wavy black hair hanging a few inches below her shoulders, deep bedroom eyes and a full voluptuous 38-26-36 figure. The gal preferred to tend bar rather than pole dance or wait on tables. I guess she was more into conversation with the customers than physical contact. But the men really loved ordering shaken cocktails from the busty topless barmaid.
"Kind of quiet tonight," Sally observed, setting a glass of club soda before me. She knew I didn't usually like to drink during working hours even though the boss allowed it. In fact, Big Jack encouraged the girls to have free cocktails whenever they wanted in order to loosen them up and make them feel less inhibited around the customers. Personally, I didn't need any booze to have a good time with the clients and I knew my perpetually horny companion Laymee certainly didn't. That girl was always in the mood for someone to paw and grope her naked body. And to have them pay her for the pleasure made it even better.
"Why don't you cut out early?" Sally suggested. "I'm sure the other girls could cover for you."
I sipped my drink. "I already gave Laymee my car keys. Would you mind terribly if I hitched a ride home with you?"
The woman's eyes lit up. Sally and I had sex a few times before and undoubtedly thought I was inviting myself to her home. "I wouldn't mind at all. It'll give you a chance to check out my new car."
"New car?"
"Well, it's almost new. Hardly used at all. Very low mileage. I got it for a steal!"
"Sounds great!"
"Since it's kind of dead around here, I can ask Muffy if she'll cover the bar for me and we can split this scene early."
"Fine with me."
Sally and I dressed in our street clothes before leaving the gentleman's club. I didn't mind flopping my perfect 34-inch hooters for the customers, but that damn thong I have to wear feels like I have a wedgie up the crack of my ass. I threw on a red tube top and black mini skirt sans panties and went out front to meet my ride. Sally was waiting for me in a blue short sleeve blouse with the tails tied in front over her navel and white denim shorts.
"Ready to go?" she grinned.
"Let's hit it!"
My friend led the way to a fire engine red Mustang convertible with wide black racing stripes down the hood and along the sides.
"Sweet ride!" I nodded with approval.
"This is my little baby! Hop in!"
I jumped into the passenger seat as Sally slid behind the wheel. "Yeah baby!" I laughed as she revved those wild horses to life. "Wooo hoo!"
The girl dropped the shift lever into gear and we roared from the parking lot leaving a cloud of dust and gravel in our wake.
We sped along the dark streets, Sally's long hair whipping about her face. I turned and grinned at her, my hand resting on the back of her seat. "You look like one sexy woman driving this hot car!"
Sally flashed me a bright smile. "Would you believe I only had it for two days when some guy offered to buy it from me?"
"You're kidding!"
"I was at a stop light and this black van pulls up beside me. Some black dude with gold teeth and a dozen gold chains like some gansta' rapper leans out the window and offers me twenty grand for it."
"No shit! What did you say?"
"I said thanks but no thanks. Let me get some fun out of this buggy for a little while before I think about selling it."
"Well, it certainly suits you. A sexy hot car for a sexy hot woman!"
Sally smiled seductively at me. "I was watching you dance tonight. You know how much that turns me on." She dropped her hand from the steering wheel onto my bare leg. "I imagined you were dancing just for me."
I chuckled and stroked her shoulder with my fingertips. "With a such a lean crowd we had tonight, I think I was."
My partner slid her hand along my bare thigh. Her fingers slipped under the hem of my short skirt. "You ever make out in a convertible?"
"Not lately."
The girl gave me a wry smile and turned off the main road, heading up the side street. I knew where she was going. Laymee and I sometimes went out there when we felt the urge to be intimate under the stars.
Lookout Point.
Lookout Point was a well-known hangout for young lovers since the Great Depression. It was a wide clearing at the crest of a high hill overlooking the lights of the city. On any given night you could find a couple laying on a blanket gazing up at the stars or some young lass losing her virginity to her boyfriend in the back seat of his old man's borrowed Buick. Lookout Point was the place where everyone knew what everyone else was there for and they left each other alone. It was the one place where young and old lovers alike could be intimate under the stars.
Sally pulled her car between a gray Ford sedan and a yellow Chevy pickup truck. I could hear a girl giggling from the Ford and her bare feet sticking up in the back seat. I surmised she wasn't alone. Then again, maybe she was.
Sally shut off the engine and the headlights and turned to me. She reached over and fondled my tittie in the tight tank top. "Damn, I'm so hot for you," she panted lustfully.
I hooked my hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth onto mine. We kissed passionately, my free hand tugging the knot of her blouse open. I reached my hand inside, my palm cupping and squeezing her full breast.
Sally dropped her hand from my tit to between my legs, her fingers rubbing over the sensitive folds of my vagina. I was really wet! Damn! I couldn't believe how hot I was for this sensuous siren! I guess I was looking forward to getting frisky with the curvaceous beauty more than I imagined.
I groped her tit, my tongue probing her mouth. "Too bad this car doesn't have a back seat," I panted breathlessly. "Or I'd be eating your hot pussy right about now."
My partner pressed her finger into my damp snatch. "You are so wet."
