by Steve Shadow
Her cocksucking finally got to me and I shot a load of frozen spunk into her weary jaws. Jim let out his load too and she fell to the floor; a fucked-out mess. All the people were on their feet clapping and we took a few bows. Just then a man in the back of the hall went berserk with lust. Before we could stop him he had charged the stage and leapt upon it. Honey was lying on the mattress, a crumpled up heap of fucked out flesh. This man tore off his pants and leapt up on her. She screamed but he plunged his massive rock-hard cock into her. Bill and I tried to pull him off but he had this legs locked around her and was pumping like crazy. She was biting and hitting him but he would not stop. His ear was bleeding and the blood was dripping on Honey’s face. The crowd loved it and I guess they thought it was part of the show. We didn’t want to hurt a customer so we let him finish his mad fuck. He screamed as his ejaculation came and he flooded her already loaded cunt with a gallon and a half of sperm. It was gushing out of her and cascading down her legs. He jumped up began bellowing like Tarzan. The whole place was laughing madly. The crowd was getting out of hand and I was getting worried.
Bill and I grabbed Honey and made a mad dash up the aisle. We got about halfway when the crowd attacked us. They tore Honey out of our hands and were grabbing and kissing and licking her like a pack of mad dogs. Betty and Ronnie were suffering the same fate. A large crowd of men had them both on the stage and were holding them down while they took turns fucking them. They were both screaming but to no avail. We had created a monster and it had now turned on us. I raced up to the lobby and got on the phone to call the police. I was afraid they would fuck the girls to death. Bill was racing around naked, trying to restore some order but all he got for this trouble was a kick in the nuts. I got the call through and told the desk sergeant what was happening. He sent two squad cars over. Unfortunately, they were followed by some newsmen. I let them in and they had a wild melee trying to restore order. Quite a few heads were bashed but order finally returned to the Roxy. The girls were all a bloody sight to behold. Betty’s ass was torn apart and bleeding. Ronnie Lunt had one of her tits almost chewed off. Poor Honey Pie was knocked cold and was a black and blue bruise from top to bottom. Three of her teeth were knocked out. Luckily no one was hurt too bad.
Our problems did not end though. Some of those fucking newsmen had cameras and when the news hit the radio and TV we were in big trouble. We all got arrested and the city made a big deal out of the whole thing. We were forced to close. It took all of Bill’s money to get us off and keep us out of prison. We held a small post mortem at the theatre when it was all over. Bill and I said good-bye to all the help and closed the doors of the Roxy for good.
It had been a hell of a year and I had to regrets except that I was out of a job. I started to say so long to Bill when I saw a little sparkle in his eye.
“Say, Steve,” he chirped. “I just got a great idea.”
“Just a minute,” I cautioned. “The last great idea you had nearly cost us our lives. You lost the theatre, I have no job, and you’re facing lawsuits for the next eternity.”
“No. No, this is great. What about opening massage parlors with beautiful chicks giving the rub-downs? They could do hand-jobs and blow-jobs and we could split the money. How does that sound?”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Bill, this is where I came in.”
