"What the hell are we s'posed to do?" Karen shot back. "Speak softly, blush, bow politely – and stay in this fuckin' place all night?"

Diane sighed and sipped her drink.

"We always had good luck before," Karen continued. "It always got us cock, you know. Maybe we were too bold… but it always got us cock!"

Before they could look up and see them coming, the girls heard the rough-looking man's voice as he and his friend took seats and sat down at their table.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed his friend, who was a great deal shorter and heavier than the other man. "Wade, you really hit the fuckin' jackpot!" He stared enthusiastically at both girls, eyeing each square inch of their half-naked bodies as though he were in France.

Karen smiled at them and said, "Where the hell were you two? We were just about to leave."

Wade laughed shortly. "I couldn't get him away from the fat hooker at the other place. He wouldn't believe me when I told him about you two."

"Wade's a fuckin' bullshit artist," replied his friend. He looked at Wade. "What the hell did you expect me to do, anyway?"

Karen drained her glass and said, "Do we have to stay here much longer? I'm gettin' awfully horny."

Diane reached into her purse and took a twenty-dollar bill from her wallet. She put it on the table and didn't notice the severe look of interest from the two men. "Let's go," she said, and the four of them got up to leave.

"Christ, Wade," whispered his friend as they headed for the door. "You couldn't be done better in a million years! My fuckin' jism's boilin'!"

Wade laughed and they followed the girls outside.

CHAPTER TWO

Karen got into the back seat of the car. The smaller man followed her inside and in no time at all was all over her, his hands and mouth busy. He reached underneath her top and covered her round tits. "Christ," he mumbled hungrily, his prick rising up his trouser leg. "They're bigger'n cantaloupes!"