Constrained s*x

CHAPTER ONE "Don't you get tired of flying this run at night?" Maxie asked. "Oh, it's not so bad, Mr. Sarman," Duncan replied with a smile. "Usually I have a load of real characters and they keep me amused. Guys heading for a whorehouse are pretty funny. Half of them climb aboard with a big hard-on pressing out of their slacks like a guide post. Others are nervous and act silly. They all laugh and joke. Even though I've heard it a thousand times, I still get a kick out of them." "They been keeping you busy?" "So so. I'm not getting rich with these runs. If it weren't for the side money you and Mr. Sadler and the others kick in, I wouldn't be able to keep this heap in the air. I ain't kicking, though, Mr. Sarman. This is the life for me, and if I break even I'm happy." Maxie looked down at a group of twinkling lights perched near a rocky slope on the desert floor. It was Jake's place, the Big p***y Rancho, and Sadler's would be a few minutes ahead. Little groups of lights spotted here and there on the vast expanse of nothing called Northern Nevada. "How's business for Jake Roster and Mickey Sadler?" he asked. "About average, I guess," Duncan replied, banking the plane to the left to head for the Bar Nothing Ranch. "Business at your place has been down, but the others seem to be holding their own." "That's why I'm going up there, Bob," Maxie said. "Got any idea why my business is down? You heard anything?" "They don't tell me anything, Mr. Sarman. Those clowns just climb on board and tell me where they want to go. If anything, I'd say that Mr. Sadler's place is the most popular right now. It runs in spells, you know that. Your business will come back up." Maxie was only mildly concerned. The Bar Nothing Ranch was only a very small sideline, something he'd used for the past two years to entertain some of his biggest gamblers when they wanted to get off in some remote spot for a wild s*x orgy. He enjoyed going up now and then to get his tubes cleaned out himself, but it wasn't a big profit operation. First of all, it was too damned remote. You could only get there by air and there was no drop-in traffic at all. He had to laugh to himself when he thought about the Nevada laws. Prostitution was a local option, legal everywhere except in Washoe and Clark counties. That took in Las Vegas and Reno, where there were more prostitutes working day and night than in all the rest of the state. Why would some guy want to go all the way out to some godforsaken joint miles from anywhere when he could get any girl he wanted in Reno or Las Vegas? Yet Maxie had heard some hints that Jake and Mickey were picking up some real bread on their ranch operations lately. What Bob Duncan had just said seemed to confirm it. Well, he'd see what Edna had to say. He needed a night away from the hectic pace of Reno anyway. "Any trouble with drunks lately?" Maxie asked. "Nope. Won't take them on board if they're drunk. There's too much to do to run Bessie as it is, without having to worry about some slob behind me. Oh, I get some drunks coming back, especially from Mr. Sadler's place, but they behave themselves pretty well. They've been laid good and that usually keeps them in line." Maxie joined Bob in a short laugh as he let the plane down and flew close to the buildings that made up the Bar Nothing Ranch. They buzzed the main building and then circled back in a wide arc. By the time Bob leveled out, small torchlights lined the small landing strip. The plane eased down and Bob Duncan made one of the smooth landings he was famous for. A short, misshapen man hustled to the craft as Bob cut the engines. He pulled himself up on the wing and opened the cabin door to let the cold Nevada night air rush in. "Hi, Hank," Maxie greeted the ugly dwarf. "Hi, Maxie," Hank responded, a warm glow covering his scarred face. "No customers?" "No customers, Hank, just me. How're tricks?" "Fine, just fine, Maxie," Hank replied with a large smile creasing his crooked mouth. Hank never forgot what Maxie had done for him, how he gave him a job and helped him along. He'd been just a kid following the rodeo circuit with his famous father when the accident happened. A wild bull had broken his pen and the crazed animal caught young Hank hanging on the gate. The bull tossed the child in the air and then trampled him without mercy until the men had been able to divert its attention. The mass of broken and fractured bones left on the hard dirt had been rushed to a hospital miles away as quickly as possible, but the doctors were lucky to even save the child's life. They couldn't mend his body and he was left deformed for the rest of his life. His father died three years later, drunk and broke, and Hank made his way from relative to relative until he was old enough to take odd jobs and make his own way. Nobody would have him around for long. They said he was ugly to look at, and his rambling, hopping walk made them nervous. Women couldn't stand him. They said he was nasty and that he smelled bad. It was something about his glands and the secretions of his body, and Hank had to bathe in cologne to keep his offensive odor to a minimum. When he got a job with Maxie, working odd jobs and cleaning out the rest rooms in the casinos, Hank was happy for the first time in his life. He was able to work alone, away from people, and Maxie treated him like a human being. Then, when Maxie built the Bar Nothing Ranch, Hank found an even better life. He did all the chores, took care of the lights on the landing strip, and handled any customer who got out of line. Edna and the girls were used to him now, and they treated him well. Hank owed a lot to Maxie. "I'll spend the night here, Bob," Maxie said, getting out of the co-pilot's seat and hefting his tall frame to the cabin door. "What's your first run tomorrow?" "I pick up the mail at ten and then I have to run a load of booze up for Mr. Sadler. I should be here at about eleven-thirty." "Okay, pick me up then. Anything you need up here, Hank?" Hank handed Bob Duncan Edna's weekly shopping list and then helped Maxie alight from the plane. He insisted on carrying Maxie's small overnight case and the two of them made their way to the main building where Edna was waiting for them at the door. "No customers?" she asked, repeating Hank's question. "Nope," Maxie replied. "Business a little slow?" "It's okay, I guess, but we could use a few more customers during the week." Edna, in her mid-thirties, was still a good looking woman. Her face was hard, and the lines on her forehead and under her eyes showed the marks of a rough life. Maxie appraised her body, as he always did in full appreciation of what he considered one of the best frames on a woman her age that he knew. Her t**s were still high and firm, points that jutted out of her sweater like beacons. Her legs, still firm from years of dancing on a Reno chorus line, were perfectly shaped, rounded and tapered to small ankles. Maxie was pleased to see she hadn't gained any weight. Most of the girls did, over a period of time, but Edna managed to keep trim. Her waist was tiny, which accentuated her flaring hips and pointed breasts all the more. Her hair is perhaps a little too blonde, especially since her cunt is as black as the ace of spades, Maxie thought, but you have to give her credit. She looked as good as she did ten years ago, when he first met her. He followed her into the dimly lit living room of the ranch house with Hank just a few paces behind. The room was neat, not fancy but finished in tasteful western decor. A large fireplace in the center of the back wall glowed with a warm fire to cut the cold of the desert nights. A number of couches and chairs were grouped around the room and a knotty-pine bar was set in the corner near an area kept clear for customers who wanted to dance to music from the stereo tape machine resting on an end table. Eight doors were scattered at various points along the walls, leading to small, warm bedrooms with individual baths. Three girls were seated around a small table near the fire playing cards and talking in low, subdued tones. Maxie stood near the door which Hank had closed behind him and slowly looked around the huge room. "Nothing seems to have changed much, Edna," he commented, his eyes still roaming around the gabled roof and the room's furnishings. "No, everything's pretty much the same. Here, we can't have you standing there like that. C'mon over here and sit down and let me get you a drink. You still like your Presbyterians don't you?" "Sure, Edna, thanks," Maxie answered, taking his topcoat off and tossing it to Hank. Edna finished making the drink and walked over to hand it to her boss who was sitting comfortably in one of the lounge chairs. "How long you going to stay, Boss?" she asked, taking one of the chairs near him. "I hope that it's for a few days. We don't get to see much of you up here lately, seems good to have another man around for a while." "I'll only be spending the night. Bob's picking me up around eleven-thirty. You know how it is, lots of things to attend to down in Reno." They talked on into the night, discussing the operation of the ranch and the minor problems of everyday business. When the cold desert wind came up and whipped against the building, Maxie yawned and turned in his chair to look at the girls. That's one of the fringe benefits of owning a place like this, he reminded himself. It not only turned in a small profit and took care of those important gamblers who needed a little different party now and then, it gave Maxie all he could f**k--and any way he wanted it. He smiled to himself when he remembered the time he spent an entire weekend up here having two girls lick and suck and f**k him until he was drained dry. For a moment he thought about taking on the new girl, Vickie. She'd only been up here a month and Maxie hadn't tried her out yet. But he was homier than that tonight! He was in a mood for a real orgy. Why not take them all on? Even have old Edna join in. Edna liked it with a girl, but hell she could put on a little show for the others with one of the girls. She and the little blonde, Honey, licked each other all the time anyway. Yeah, he said to himself, a real good orgy would be just what the doctor ordered for his hard balls. He could feel his c**k growing and pressing against his undershorts as he thought about it. Edna watched Maxie as he undressed the girls with his hungry eyes. She could see the bulge growing in his pants and she knew him well enough to recognize that he was in a mood for s*x. "Need a good lay to blow out your tubes, Maxie?" Edna asked with a big smile. "That's exactly what I had in mind." "Which one of the girls do you want? They're all eager to show the boss a good time, aren't you girls?" "I had a big party in mind," Maxie replied with a chuckle. "One we could all have some fun in." "Hey, that would be fun!" Tillie said, jumping up so that her bright red hair bounced in rhythm with her heavy breasts. "Let's have it in here by the fireplace where it's nice and warm." "We can scoot these two couches over by the fire," Honey said. "That will give us plenty of room." "Me too?" Edna said softly to Maxie. She'd never had an orgy with the boss and she was certain he knew she was gay. "Why not?" Maxie replied. "You and Honey can have an eat-out contest while we watch." Vickie watched the others push the couches over and bank up the fire in preparation for an orgy, but she made no move to help. When some of the others began taking their clothes off, Vickie stood up and started walking to her room. "Where are you going, Vickie?" Edna asked.