The Honey and the Hustler

She came to play...and she had her eye on some very high stakes. Jerry was a skilled pool hustler. But was he skilled enough to take Stephanie Crystal at her own game?

 

(FM, exh, FF, nc)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

Los Angeles, 1956

The pool cue snapped out and sent the cue ball careening across the table into the eight. The black ball came smartly off the rail and across the table into the corner pocket. Jerry slicked back his hair and whistled. “I didn’t think I was gonna make that. Whoo.”

The big man shook his head. “Son of a bitch. I thought I had you that time.”

“You almost did; that’s for sure!” Jerry laughed. “That couldn’t have been any closer, I don’t think.” He sidled up to the bar and took the forty dollars Sully laid out.

The big man moved off, and a slender figure slid into view. “Nice stroke, stud,” she spoke in a smoky voice.

“Thanks.” The woman was tall, graceful, gorgeous. She had luminous blue eyes, like nothing Jerry had ever seen before. Her dark hair tumbled around her face casually. She was young, but probably a little older than Jerry. And she had a pair of tits that threatened to pop out of her tight, button-down sweater.

Jerry gathered his wits and thought fast. “You’re Stephanie Crystal,” he said.

“I sure am,” the beauty smiled. “I’ve been watching you, kid, and I like your style. How about a little fun?” she asked, stroking a cue stick where it lay on the table.

Jerry smiled. This was his chance to play a pro instead of hustling Joes out of a day's pay. “I don’t play for fun,” he said.

Stephanie reached deep into her cleavage and pulled out a wad of bills. “How about a thousand dollars, stud?”

“Whoa,” Jerry said, backing away.

“It’s okay, Jerry,” came a voice across the room. “I’ll back my boy, miss.” It was a portly man, Joseph Keegan; Jerry’s patron. He usually stayed in the background and backed the kid—and made sure he got out alive after a big sting—for a healthy cut.

“Who are you?” She knew exactly who he was. This was the cigar-sucking son of a bitch Stephanie had come for.

“Let’s just say I’m a good friend of Jerry’s—a really good friend.” His own good friend slithered up next to him, a pretty little brunette with red, red lips and tits like torpedoes.

“Okay,” Stephanie said. “A cool grand on one game of straight pool.” She smiled. “Then if I make my bet with your friend here; how about if we make a little side bet?”

“O-okay,” Jerry said. He held his stick in front of him and couldn’t stop stroking it like a cock. The lady pool champion moved like a cat. His prick was practically jumping out of his pants. “How about a...kiss? A nice long one.”

“Just a kiss, stud?” Stephanie smiled. “Okay. How about this. If you win, you get a long, wet, sexy kiss from me.” He couldn’t help but grin. “And if I win,” she continued, “I get a long...hard...fuck from you—right here on the table, in front of everybody.”

“What?!” coughed old Joe Keegan.

“Lady, you got a deal!” the kid exclaimed.

 “Joe, is she serious?” the doll asked, petting him.

The thick-faced thug brushed her off. “Lay off, Mona.”

“Surely you don’t object to a side bet, Joe.”

Keegan jerked the cigar out of his mouth and stabbed a stubby finger at his hustler. “Boy, if you lose this game, I’ll break your knees, you hear me?”

Jerry swallowed hard. “All right, Joe. All right. Don’t worry.”

The bald man’s forehead shined with perspiration. He wore a foul grimace. “I mean it, kid.”

Stephanie leaned on the table, showing off her cleavage. “So do I, kid. Rack ‘em up.”

The money passed to Sully behind the bar, who stopped all bartending and tucked a piece into his waistband.

 

The match was tense, but the kid was rattled. If he won, he’d pick up a big kiss and a fair piece of a thousand smackers on top of beating one of the best lady pool players on the circuit. And if he lost: he’d have to cough up his piece of the thousand and get his legs broken...but he’d also get to ride this sweet piece of ass all the way to heaven. What was a boy to do?

“Eight in the side, stud.” Click-click. Thump.

...Lose, of course.

 

“Sorry, stud. Looks like I win, fair and square.” Stephanie put down her cue stick.

Jerry took a step back, looked at Keegan.

“Go ahead, kid,” Keegan grumbled. “I’ll wait till later to break your legs.” The doll, Mona, squirmed uneasily on her stool beside him, eyes wide.

Stephanie took the wad of hundreds from Sully and stuffed it in a little pocket on the side of her belt. Then she got up on the pool table. “I like it nice and slow, kid,” she told Jerry with a little smile.

To his astonishment, she hiked up her skirt and popped the buttons on her sweater. Her tits bobbed gently in her half-cub bra, nipples just peeking out. Her panties were white.

“Come on, Jerry,” she teased. “Whip it out. You’ve got a bet to settle up.”

Mona squirmed again, rubbing her thighs together, biting her lip nervously. “Jeez, lady, are you really gonna go thru with this?” There was just a hint of hopefulness in her tone.

“Honey, I made a bet and I’m gonna collect,” Stephanie said. She worked her panties down over her hips slowly. Her pussy was dark and trim, already moist and eager. “Ready stud?” she cooed. She let them drop onto the floor.

Jerry nearly busted out of his trousers. Dazzled by her eyes, aroused by her heavy breasts, her smooth thighs, the kid pulled out a rock-hard cock.

Stephanie’s breath came short and hot. She felt her mouth begin to water looking at the young stud’s prize member. She produced a rubber. “Put this on. It’s okay, honey.  It’s just you and me.”

But it wasn’t. The other players and patrons in the hall had gathered around and were watching the spectacle intently. Jerry pulled her close and positioned his rubber-coated hard-on at Stephanie’s moist slit. She took it in her hand and pulled it into her, rubbing it against her wet lips and taking it fully inside her, grasping his buttocks, pulling him toward her, eyes locked with his, glossy lips parted. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Ooh, yeah.”

Jerry leaned heavily on the pool table and pushed into her, letting his cock sink deeply, fully to the hilt, gulping air and savoring the feeling of her silky smooth pussy squeezing his dick inside her. He groaned softly as he thrust, slowly at first, building gradually.

“Oh, yeah, honey,” she encouraged him. “Nice and slow. You’re so hard; so hot inside me. Yeah. Yeah, go. Go, baby.”

“Oh, f-fuck,” he breathed. His body rocked hers back and forth, spilling precious sex on the felt, staining it with cunt. Her breasts rolled up and down, shaking out of their demi-cups and pointing out with hard, red nipples. Jerry bent and licked them, pausing in his rush to orgasm, sucked them, flicked them with his tongue.

“Oh!” the woman moaned. “Oh, oh! Fuck me, stud. Give it to me all the way!” She pulled at him again, thrusting against him, begging him to return again to giving her pussy his full attention.

He did, suddenly banging her hard and heavy, pulling her hips toward him with each thrust. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, honey,” she squealed. She rose up and supported herself on her arms.  “Oh, yeah! Fuck me! I’m gonna come, honey! Keep it up! Make me come!”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, crushing her breasts against his chest. Together they rocked back and forth in short, sharp thrusts, harder and faster, grunting with each motion. “Uh! Oh, uhhh!” he groaned and thrust hard. She groaned with him and clenched her legs around him, her eyes rolling back in her head, lips trembling, a tremendous storm of an orgasm coursing thru her body, seizing up every muscle, pulsing in her pussy even as his balls pumped load after load of semen up into the rubber.

The hall was dead silent. The lovers held one another for a long moment while the shock of their ecstasy drained away. Slowly, they parted, every muscle relaxing, breath returning, pounding hearts slowing to normal.

“Thanks, honey. That was worth it,” she breathed.

“Gosh,” he murmured. “That might even have been worth getting’ my legs broken.”

She looked over his should at Keegan. He was rubbing his thick jaw. And Mona was rubbing the thick bulge in his pants.

Jerry pulled out and stuffed his cock back into his pants, rubber and all. Then he excused himself to go to the restroom to clean up. But Stephanie sat on the edge of the pool table, legs spread, pulling down her skirt. Her tits still hung free of her bra, big and beautiful.

“How about giving the kid a second chance, Joe?” She asked.

“What? Why would I do that?”

Stephanie pulled up her bra. “Tell you what: if he wins, you get you half your thousand back. If I win, the kid keeps his knees in one piece.”

“No dice; the kid’ll throw the game in a minute.”

“He’s not here. Let him think he’s playing to keep his legs,” the woman said, buttoning her sweater again.

Keegan rubbed his jaw again and sucked on his cigar a minute. “I want the whole thousand back.”

Stephanie looked him over. Then she looked Mona over. Mona was a pretty little piece; full lips, tits bigger than Stephanie’s. “If you get the whole thousand back,” Stephanie said, “then I get something extra if I win....”

“What’s that?”

“If I win, I get a round on the table with your little dolly there—”  She looked at the girl with those icy blue eyes.

“Mona,” the doll squeaked.

“Mmmona. Just the two of us—girl to girl. You like watching two girls, Joe?” She picked up her panties from the floor and laid them a bar stool.

Keegan set his jaw and ground out his cigar. “It’s a deal.”

“Joe?!” yelped Mona. “Gawd, I ain’t never done anythin’ like that before—with a girl.”

 

When Jerry came back from the men’s room, Keegan coolly told him he was getting a second chance at saving his kneecaps from a round with a ball peen hammer—the kid’s knees for the thousand. Everybody in the room was dead silent.

Now the kid thought he had to win this second game to get back in Joe’s good graces, but actually he was being taken for a ride. If he won, he’d still get his legs broken. It was a cold setup, and everybody knew it. But everybody was keeping their mouths shut too, because every man in there—and pretty much all three or four of the dames too—wanted to watch Mona play dyke with the pool-playing honey.

Meanwhile, little Mona sat quietly beside her sugar daddy and chewed her lip.

 

Jerry played hard, played like his life depended on it, in fact, but Stephanie took advantage of a weak safety shot and dropped the eight ball clean.

“Shit,” Jerry muttered.

“Aw, shit,” Mona muttered.

Jerry turned to Keegan with a look like he was going to bolt. But Keegan had a big smile. “I’ll be a son of a bitch, kid. You couldn’t even come thru when your legs were on the line a second time.” Keegan explained, much to the kid’s astonishment.

It was Mona who tried to sneak out, but Keegan grabbed her arm and pulled her close. “Joe Keegan don’t welsh on a bet, baby. You got a job to do.”

“But Joe...!” the girl whined. But it was no use. Keegan coldly told her in no uncertain terms that if she wanted to stay with him, she’d have to make good on the bet. “Besides,” he sneered. “don’t pretend you ain’t played kissy-face with another dame before.”

Mona turned red as a brick and looked away. She practically fell into Stephanie’s arms. “It’s okay, toots,” the pool player teased. “I’ll be gentle. All you’ve got to do is lick me like a lollipop.” Mona looked up, caught her gaze, stood mesmerized by Stephanie’s shining eyes. “I’m as sweet as candy, honey,” the beauty said.

She led Mona to the table, calmed her trembling nerves with kisses. Mona could hardly take it. She panted so hard she nearly passed out. Stephanie unbuttoned her blouse and skirt. Mona bit her lip and covered herself, but it didn’t do any good.

The whole room watched; and she watched them, looking all around at the men—and a few women—who were enthralled by the show. Stephanie unhooked her bra and pulled it off, revealing Mona’s fantastic tits, big, heavy hooters that sagged under their own weight. There were low murmurs all around. Keegan looked almost proud.

Stephanie asked Mona to take off her sweater, and the girl obliged. Off it came, and the little bra with it this time. When her skirt came off, suddenly Stephanie was nude: she had never put her panties back on. She peeled off Mona’s panties too; now the girl wore nothing but stockings. She curled up away from the crowd, a shy girl for such a gangster's floozy. Stephanie wore nothing at all—her smooth, olive legs needed no silk to look and feel as soft as a woman should be.

Stephanie kissed Mona on the mouth for the first time, savored the moist softness of her lips, licked her teeth, her tongue. Mona started breathing heavily again, gradually giving in, letting Stephanie kiss her way down her naked body, suck those marvelous breasts, slide a long finger between her pussy lips.

“Mmmm! Uhn!” Mona mroaned. “Oh!”

“You like that, honey?” Stephanie whispered. “I’m gonna make you come. I bet I can make you come right here.” She slid down between the brunette’s legs and parted her hairy cunt. She flicked her tongue into the musky folds and found the pink button that can drive a woman wild. She sucked and tongued it, making the girl writhe and thrash desperately.

“Mmm! Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, lady! Oh fuck!” Mona gasped again and again, forcing Stephanie’s head between her legs, fucking her beautiful face and coming hard, her legs hanging over the edge of the table and shaking with powerful orgasm after orgasm. “Jesus! Oh, jeez!” she cried. “Unh!” And she came again on Stephanie’s tongue, rising and crashing hard in the kind of total, extended, repeated ecstasy she had never known before.

At last, Stephanie rose from between her legs and kissed her full on the mouth, a wet, musky kiss of sex and come. “That’s how I want you to do me, honey.”

Mona couldn’t trust herself to stand. She helped Stephanie onto the pool table and spread her legs. The others watching didn’t faze her now. She was lost in the other woman’s penetrating eyes and the haze of afterglow.

She kissed Stephanie’s olive skin, leaving little lipstick kisses. She flicked her tongue across the other girl’s belly, and slithered down between her thighs. She had never really sucked another woman’s pussy before, but she was eager now. She dived into the pink slit and tasted the tangy juice of pussy. She sucked it hard, lapped it up, tasted the residue from the rubber and Stephanie’s cunt all mixed together. The scent and the taste made her head spin. The sound of Stephanie moaning above her made her all the hotter to please her.

Mona found Stephanie’s clit, hard and tender, so sensitive still that Stephanie pushed her away at first, but quickly let her in to suck it and tease it. Mona knew what she liked, so she pleased Stephanie with the same gentle flicks and licks that drove her wild. Soon, Stephanie was groping Mona’s hair, pulling her hard into her cunt, fucking her face the way Mona had.

“Uhn! Oh, honey! Oh, suck me! Suck it, Mona! OH! AH! OH!” Stephanie came hard, wracked with spasms that make her whole body shivered, shaking her tits and making all the watchers salivate. She pulled Mona up to her and kissed her hard, sucking her own pussy juice off Mona’s mouth. Their tongues toyed with one another for a few long moments, then they parted.

Mona rolled away and cast about for her blouse and skirt, clutched them to her bosom like a naughty girl caught playing with herself. Stephanie sat up and panted softly, naked and unashamed, her legs spread carelessly.

In a dark corner, one of the girls who had been watching was going at it with her boyfriend. Her skirt was up around her waist and her tits were out. He was giving her the business up against the wall like they’d done it that way before. Stephanie smiled.

“How does it feel, Joe?” Stephanie asked as she put on her skirt again. “Your boy gets fucked. Your girl gets fucked. And you’re out a thousand bucks, so you get fucked too.”

“Fuck you,” Keegan spat.

“I’m all fucked out, Joe,” Stephanie smiled.

Keegan set his jaw. “Get out of here before I slap you around.”

Stephanie pulled her panties on this time. “You like slapping girls around, Joe?” she asked. “I know you like slapping fellows around.” Keegan gave her an odd look. Everybody stayed quiet. “You slapped Jack Kulzar around didn’t you?” Keegan’s face fell. “You slapped him around so hard he’s suckin’ dinner thru a straw.”

Keegan was a stone. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Sure you don’t, Joe. I’m sure that’s what you told the cops.” Joe didn’t answer. Everybody knew what Joe was like. He was the kind of guy that would break his own hustler’s kneecaps, for one. “What you didn’t count on was Jackie Kulzar living and breathing. And he’s going to tell the cops everything.”

“You little bitch. You little dyke slut.” Keegan finally rose from his stool. He was massive—something over six feet for sure and thick all over. His bald head shined with sweat.

“Run for it, honey!” Mona shouted, half-dressed and clutching her blouse. “He’s crazy! He’ll kill ya!”

“Shutup!” he barked and cracked Mona across her pretty mouth, reddening her lips with blood now.

Mona grabbed her clutch purse and slunk behind him as he crossed the room toward Stephanie. Stephanie went for her own purse, too, but she jerked a shiny pistol out of it. That stopped Keegan cold. Silence filled the room like cigar smoke. Nobody moved; nobody spoke.

“Easy, lady,” the bartender said at last. From behind Keegan, Sully had pulled the revolver out of his waistband.

Joe Keegan went red in the face. The scowl he’d been wearing turned to a mask of rage. “Nobody pulls a gat on Joe Keegan,” he growled. “Nobody.” Stephanie backed away, out toward the door to the stairwell that led down to the street. All the patrons backed away toward the walls.

“Don’t move Joe. The cops’ll never think twice about putting you in a pauper’s grave.” His eyes got wide, and his mouth bent out of shape. “What’s the matter, Joe? You think anybody in the world is going to claim your sorry corpse?”

That was all it took. Joe Keegan rushed her like an all-star linebacker. But Stephanie stuck the pistol out and shot a hole in the table between them. He stood before it, gripping it like iron, panting like a gorilla, staring down the barrel of the little automatic and weighing his chances of taking a bullet and still beating her to death with his fists.

Stephanie backed out the door. Mona was behind her, taking the stairs two at a time. Stephanie stood her ground, unwilling to take her eyes of Keegan. Then she heard Sully in the background. “Forget her, Joe. It’s over.”

Keegan spun around and picked up a barstool. He locked his rage onto a new target. “Shutup!” he screamed. Stephanie took the opportunity and dashed down the stairs toward the street.

But even as she did, she could hear the commotion behind her: Keegan advancing with the barstool; Sully saying, “Put it down, Joe. I’m tellin’ ya....” Then BAM! The powerful report of the revolver. Stephanie was out the door before Joe Keegan hit the floor.

“Mona!” she called out to the fleeing girl. “This way.” And she snatched open the door of her Chevy Bel-Aire coupe.

“Oh Jesus,” Mona said, rushing back to her. “Do you think he’s dead? Oh shit! Do you think they killed Joe?”

“I don’t know honey,” Stephanie said. “It would only be what he deserved.”

“Shit,” Mona fretted, sliding into the passenger seat. “Can we go by my place and pack a bag, honey? Jesus, I hope the son of a bitch is dead."

They tore out like bandits with Mona, ass in the air, peering backwards over the seat to watch the door.