A Doll's Foot

Chapter 9

"MAYBE HE WAS TRYING TO SAY IT WAS MEAT from a big horse, not a little pony." Marissa was leaning forward to yell in Beatrice's ear, over the heavy metal blasting from the stereo in the little Fiat. Beatrice was in the front seat, as usual. Nestor had gone off with Javert in the tiny Citroen in search of - what? Fresh whore's meat most likely, live and on the hoof. The fact that he had departed so casually, no goodbye kiss, not even a hug or an

au revoir...

Her phone pinged - payment from him, along with an itemized breakdown of services rendered.

"What's the matter now?"

Beatrice handed her

amica

the phone.

"Over a thousand euros and you're complaining?"

"I thought he liked me. The things he did to me, did

for

me, why would he do those things? Why would he make me..." Beatrice stopped short of saying 'love him'.

"Oh, now you have a crush on him? Like you did on that teacher? Signore Castalini? Who was married and wanted nothing to do with you?"

"That's not true. Once he came up behind me and put his arms around me and held my breasts."

"And?"

"He moved my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck and said '

scusa'

."

"Sorry? What was he sorry for? That he was embracing you? Or that he wasn't going to fuck you?"

"I don't know."

"Look, suppose you did have another night with Birdy. What would either of you do as an encore?"

"You of all people would say that? My

amica

? You who have shared my bed so many nights?"

"Bea, you are a little girl who barely made it out of high school. He was probably at the top of his class in high school, at university, in his profession. How would you hold his interest for more than an evening?"

"Oh, I'm sure he and Javert are having a very refined conversation. They're probably inside there," she waved to a strip bar they were passing, "to do anatomical research. Who would think there'd be a market for a strip bar here? A live sex show? So what? Even for our little shows. Is there anything we do you couldn't see on the swinger beach?"

"People watch our shows from all over the planet," Rocco said. "Who knows, maybe this teacher, Signore Castrati..."

"Castalini."

"Signore Castalini. Maybe he's a fan now. You never told me about him."

"What? You're jealous? He had this beautiful beard, and he always dressed very elegantly, in a three piece suit. I used to watch those vintage movies, where the men are wearing three piece suits and they pull their cocks and balls all the way out of them and sodomize their ladies. When Birdy was doing that last night I was thinking

at last

.

At last

!"

"No beard though. I bet the beard would tickle if he was kissing you. Especially the way Birdy was kissing you."

"He was nice and smooth, like a girl. But such a powerful tongue. When are we doing the show?"

"At six."

"At this rate we won't be home by six." They had barely moved a block in the last ten minutes. "No time to get cleaned up."

"We can do a shower scene to start."

"That's not what I mean. To prepare ourselves for the anal." Which of course, she had neglected to do the night before. "Unless you're going to do it like the Japanese where they film all that."

"Maybe skip the enemas," Rocco said.

"The sheikh is paying us a fortune for a messy private show. You want to do a free one?"

"Okay. Okay. If there's to be any anal it's with Rachel."

"She was messy this morning."

"I told her to be ready for the show."

"And she knew what you meant?"

"Hopefully."

"This is going to be such a disaster."

They found Rachel waiting for them on the same bench were Andre had been sitting. She had removed the little waitress apron. Whatever clothes she might have were in a backpack sitting next to her on the bench. She looked very hot, very tired, and rather annoyed. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"You would not believe us," Beatrice said. "Did you know that our bodyguard is dead?"

"Yes, it's all over the news. But I got a text from Steve that you were still doing the show."

"We had to go to the morgue. Then Risa, I mean Trish, had to fuck the corpse so we could turn it over."

"What? You aren't making any sense."

"I told you that you wouldn't believe us."

They entered the apartment, and Risa emptied her shopping bag out onto the coffee table.

"What the fuck?" Rachel picked up the largest of the dildos. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Watch!" Marissa took off her shoes, pulled up her skirt and got up on the table, squatting over it. But it wasn't budging.

"Lube?" Beatrice handed her the huge dispenser that was sitting right on the table.

"Yeah, I guess," Marissa grumbled. She dabbed just the barest amount on the top of the gigantic thing. You couldn't really call it a tip, it was a round half globe bigger than a tennis ball. Some of the dramatic effect was ruined, but she wasn't going to give up now. She put a hand on either side, then lifted her legs up and sideways. Impressive enough on its own, but then she lowered herself onto the gigantic thing until her inner thighs were on the table. "Just like that!" But she didn't dare take it back out in front of them. Instead she sort of waddled into the bathroom holding it inside her.

"Showoff." Beatrice went over to the sink to get a sponge to wipe up the drips, hopefully mostly of lube, left behind. "Good thing it's glass." Then she noticed a few more drips trailing off to the bathroom. Rachel was leaning over the table, trying to get her legs to do what Marissa's had. But she couldn't get them up far enough to clear the table top. It made her wonder how many couples had wound up in the emergency room trying to imitate Marissa's antics on the cam shows.

Rocco was looking at the clock up on the mantelpiece. They were running late and the ladies were running amok. "I still have everything set up from last night. Just have to do the logins and we're good to go. Why don't you three ladies get set up for a shower scene?"

For Rachel that meant talking off her shoes and socks. Not much more for the other two. The apartment building was actually meant to be a time share connected to the swinger hotel, with a hot tub on the balcony, and a huge walk-in shower in the master bathroom with shower heads at each end.

"Can we come in?" Beatrice knocked at the door which Marissa had closed.

"Sure." Marissa opened the door. Her sundress was hanging on the hooks on the back of the door, and the dildo, freshly cleaned, was sitting on the counter next to the sink. "Want to give it a try?"

"I, uh, need the toilet first," Rachel said. There was, of course, one in the bathroom, along with a bidet.

"If you need to pee, save it for the show and do it in the shower."

"On each other?"

"You've never watched one of our shows? It's not too late to back out. Rocco, I mean Steve, likes to pee in our mouths. Have you ever done that?"

"No. That's disgusting."

"Of course it's disgusting. Do you think we would get big tips for doing things that everyone does?"

"I need to do more than pee."

"There's another bathroom down the hall."

When she came back, Marissa had the dildo on a mat on the floor. Rachel straddled it tentatively. She didn't even need to squat for it to be hitting her groin. She was having second thoughts. Rocco was the biggest cock she had ever tried and this was at least twice as thick.

"How much lube do you want?" Beatrice had a big tube of it, but maybe that wasn't enough to cover it all.

"Just the top to start. I want to be able to hold on to it." Which she did, first to keep herself from letting it jam into her, then just the opposite, to add to her weight to try to get it to move.

"Relax. You're trying too hard. Just pretend it's a giant turd." Then without warning Marissa tugged on her hips, and the thing slid into her. A quarter meter or so.

"Now you have to get past the second portal."

"No, it's in. It's just so big." Squatting was doing nothing. She tried jumping and managed to get it in to almost half a meter. "Almost there."

But then Rocco came to join them. "We don't have time for this." He pulled Rachel off the dildo.

How did he look, compared to Nestor?

Beatrice thought, Taller. Hairy. A bit flabby. Bigger cock. Poor Rocco, he was starting to get closer to middle age. Rocco was the only male body she had ever touched, before last night. Nestor's body was, literally, rock hard, like living stone, his skin as smooth as polished marble. She gave her brother a poke in the belly, into flesh that had a bit of cushion to it. He poked her back. Well, of course, women were

supposed

to have some cushion to them, except for Risa who was so skinny. "We need to do some more running."

We

.

"Yes," Risa chimed in, "you're both getting fat."

Fat. Old and fat, like her parents, her grandparents. Beatrice had a sudden terror that she might have already peaked, at age nineteen, that her glory days were behind her.

"You should take a waitress job for a few weeks to burn the calories off - on your feet all day," Rachel said.

"Except when you're getting fucked."

"I'll bet in a week you'd lose a couple kilos. I go for a run every night too, just to relax."

A couple kilos? "I'd be too skinny then."

"And I'm sure you'd get a lot of extra cash on the side. They say a woman can never be too rich or too thin."

"And you?" Beatrice gave Rachel the belly poke. No give. She was almost as hard as Nestor. Maybe it was the running. There were a lot of chubby waitresses.

"I come from a poor family. I get room and board at the hotel during tourist season, but the rest of the year I have to live on what I make over the summer."

"So if you could make some money from the shows it would help."

"It would help a great deal."

"Here's the thing." Beatrice poked again, a bit lower this time. "We get money from tips. People watching the show ask us to do things, and they tip us as a reward. Disgusting things. Do you get my drift?"

Rachel didn't bother to answer. She bolted down the hall with the dildo to clean up again.

"She's going to be dirty," Beatrice fretted. But Rocco held his fingers up to his lips. A little light over the vanity was flashing. The show was live.

The apartment was filled with microphones and cameras. Each room had a large screen that could display all the camera views, and Rocco had a little tablet that allowed him to select which one was active. He tapped that to select the one with his image, and began his introduction.

"Hello all and Hail Satan."

"Hail Satan?" Rachel whispered from the doorway. "What the fuck is that all about?"

"We hope that you are having a truly evil morning or evening or whatever, depending on your location on the planet. As for us, we have had one hell of an afternoon. But now this evening we have a special guest, Raquel. Assuming that she has not fled in terror. No, here she is. Isn't she lovely?"

Rachel preened a bit to the vanity, and the magical tip bell began to chime. "Show them your pussy," Marissa whispered. "Spread your lips Turn around and show them your asshole." The tip bell rang some more.

Rocco looked at the notepad, handed it to Rachel. "The fans have some questions for you."

"I work as a waitress at the swinger resort next door. Yes, we are allowed to fuck the diners. In fact, it's part of the job, although we keep all the proceeds. For tips? Not exactly. We are on the menu. How much? Ten euros a minute. Why so cheap? Well it's usually a few minutes. Plus we have a surplus of prostitutes here. No, it's a flat rate for whatever, but we can refuse some requests. With Steve? Yes. That's how we met. Just anal. No, Trish did the licking. I didn't like it. What?"

She handed the notepad to Marissa, who started to giggle, then turned her back to the vanity, leaning over to spread her cheeks. That was enough to start the tip bell.

"I have never licked a woman's butt, let alone a guy's. There were some Japanese who wanted that but I said no, not in the restaurant. It was going to ruin everyone's appetite."

Beatrice whispered in her ear, "Any money that comes in for tips if you do this is yours to keep. Understand?"

Marissa turned sideways for Rachel to kneel down behind her. Marissa was used to being licked. Beatrice did it for her all the time. She knew how to relax so that Rachel's tongue did not have to fight to probe her. Not that it needed much loosening after the intrusion of the giant dildo. The first lick produced a cascade of tips.

"Stick it all the way in," Beatrice whispered. "Like a deep kiss, what do the English call it, a French kiss? Yes, you should be good at that. Rub her pussy while you're doing it."

Marissa started to gasp, for real or not didn't matter, and the tip bell went into a frenzy.

"Now they want you to switch," Rocco said.

"I need to rinse off first." Rachel got to her feet and made a move to the shower, but Rocco held her back. "At least the bidet?" A shake of the head.

"

Mon Dieu

!" Rocco was pulling her sideways in front of the vanity, distracting her by shoving his penis into her mouth. While behind her, the vanity had one of these three sided mirrors so she could actually see it out of the corner of her eye, Marissa was kneeling down, pulling her cheeks apart, starting to lick. More than lick, to fuck her with a very experienced tongue. And now Beatrice was down on the floor, lifting her head to lick on the other side of her. The tip bell was going crazy again.

Rocco pulled away from her. Had he come down her throat and she hadn't even noticed? No, he was turning around, bending over, backing into her. Hairy. Smelly. She was going to lose her lunch. But the tip bell was clamoring. She started to lick, she reached out a hand to run along his erection, to feel how moist the tip was already, then to feel the spurt of semen as he came. Had the camera caught that? Obviously he was too busy to be doing the shot selection. But the tip bell was dinging away.

"

Dio mio

! Look at that!" Beatrice was looking at the master monitor, at the screen view for the living room. "Lock the door!"

"What? Why?"

She tapped the image to make it full screen. Lying on his back in the middle of the living room coffee table was Andre, still naked. His erection had returned, seemingly bigger than ever. Doing a handstand over his legs was Marissa. Marissa who was right beside them, who was giggling as her doppelganger flipped over with her legs out to her side to be impaled.

"It's not so funny," Rocco said. "We've been hacked. That's what's going out on the show."

"So?" The tip bell was going crazy. One of the cats came wandering out into view. "Sekhmet! No!"

But Beatrice's pleas were to no avail. The cat jumped onto the middle of coffee table, ruining the illusion.

Instead of the tip bell, there was an angry warning buzz.

"We just got kicked off the site."

"

Dio mio

. What about the tips?"

Rocco was pecking away at the notepad. "They just got donated to UNICEF."