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From the backstage wings of the Lucky Nuggett lounge-stage Victor Redgrave studied Sherry Trent (that was her stage name) as she held the boozed and gambling-weary Las Vegas audience spellbound. Even at sixteen, his daughter Sherry had stage presence that some veteran singers might envy. Guitar in hand, her fringed, white western attire so tight-fitting it had the male members of the audience open-mouthed, Sherry held the entire audience in a near-hypnotic trance. Charisma, some critics called it. Victor knew it was sex-appeal. Whatever it was, Sherry had it -- in spades -- that and an incredible vocal talent that had raised her Nevada price to four-thousand dollars a week.

Sherry possessed a rare if not unique combination of qualities that ensured her success. To wives in the audience she was as naive and wholesome as a TV margarine commercial, while to male viewers she was sex personified. Yes, there probably wasn't a normal male in the audience who secretly didn't want to fuck Sherry Trent, ravage and devour every curve and swell of her ripe, young body. But their chances of realizing this dream were next to impossible, for Victor Redgrave, Sherry's business manager and father, had been taking care of that department for some time now -- in fact, ever since Sherry was twelve. With regularity. Their relationship made Lolita look like something out of Alice in Wonderland.

Sherry had just finished a haunting, slow version of the ballad Brown Eyes with the stage dark and a single spotlight on her; now she was finishing her final forty-five minute act of the night with a bright, up-tempo rendition of Wabash Cannon Ball. The audience was clapping its hands in time to the music. After Sherry's soul-rendering Brown Eyes, there probably wasn't a dry female eye in the crowd, nor a dry male crotch either. Sherry pranced about, inviting the audience to join in, her stage-smile fixed but sincere as her rump wagged and her breasts bounced. Happy, fast dosing tunes were common with any act. In Sherry's case they were nearly essential. They gave the hard-ons of the males a chance to fade away.

The black, velvet curtain began descending and Sherry blew kisses to her "wonderful audience" and thanked her accompaniment, The Sunbeams, for a terrific job. The Sunbeams were a semi-competent trio who traveled with Sherry wherever she played and, thanks to Victor's sound business principles, earned the minimum rate of pay. They were Rex, on guitar; Joel, on drums, and Phil, fender bass. Thanking them at the close of the act always drew out the applause, which was a good tactic, but they might as well have been The Moonbeams or any other kind of beams because they didn't matter.

Sherry Trent was the whole show.

The stagehands quickly moved the risers out of the way in preparation for the next act and Victor led his slightly perspiring daughter out the stagedoor and into the coffee shop of the Lucky Nuggett for a snack before retiring for the night. Sherry greeted the small group of fans who had assembled outside the door, signed a few autographs, and then she and her father settled into a booth and ordered the dietetic special which consisted of a hamburger patty and cottage cheese and hardboiled eggs and other high-protein foods calculated to keep an up-and-coming star from getting overweight.

"Good audience," she said to her father as she sipped her nonfat milk. Victor drank Sanka.

"Yes," he agreed, "for a week-night they were nice and responsive. The closing number was a little too fast, though. I'll have to speak to Rex about that tomorrow. Aside from that, every thing went fine." Sherry seemed tired. When their food arrived, they ate in silence. Then Victor paid the check and they went to Sherry's dressing room where she changed into street clothes and went upstairs to Victor's room. They always rented two rooms wherever they went, but Sherry always stayed with her father... Now Sherry watched herself as she shed her clothes until she was completely naked. She liked to view her firm, young body in mirrors wherever they stayed, which was all across the country. She liked to palm her high, full breasts and run her hands over the curve of her hips and thighs. She knew she was sexy and men wanted her and she was pleased that she was a success at the age of sixteen.

"Daddy?" she called to her father in the bathroom who was still humming her closing number, the Wabash Cannon Ball, as he prepared to draw her bath. Never taking her eyes from her reflection in the mirror, she heard him turn on the water faucet and the sound of running water.

"Yes, love?" he said.

"Do you think I should start wearing sexier clothes -- I mean, see-through tops and things like that? It might, help the act."

Victor exited the bathroom and stood in the doorway, totally naked himself. For a man of forty, he had a remarkably full scrotum and a long, though slightly narrow penis. "For now," he said, "the act is doing fine as it is. More daring costumes would only remove the air of mystery about you, love. Four-thousand a week is four-thousand a week. I think it best that we maintain your present image for a few more years." He ran his dark blue eyes up and down the length of his delectable daughter's body, pleased with what he saw. "Leave everything to me, sweet. Trust me."

"I always have," she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Whatever you say, Daddy."

Already she was beginning what she called "the mushies". The mushies came over her boy, making her feel passive and willing and eager whenever it was almost time to have sex with her father, which was often. Ever since she had been twelve and her father had indoctrinated her young body to the pleasures of sex, she felt this same anticipatory tingle run through her body when she was all alone with her Daddy just prior to bedtime. She listened to the water running in the tub and knew that in a few minutes she would be in the hot water and Daddy would be scrubbing her back, cleansing her carefully from head to toe, and then she would wash him too, everywhere, and then they would laugh and fondle each other's genitals before drying and getting into the king-size bed to make love. Fucking Daddy and doing all the beautiful things they did to each other was even better than getting applause on stage because it was their very special secret.

Actually, it was an extra quantity of applause a long time ago -- that had led to her first sexual experience with Daddy. Her mother was a hopeless alcoholic and no longer traveled with them, so after the divorce it was just herself and Daddy. They traveled alone then, making a meager living in the lesser clubs across the country. She and Daddy slept in separate rooms then and money was scarce. She remembered vividly that night Daddy had come into her room wearing a shabby robe and slippers and sat down on the bed beside her. She was just beginning to get breasts then and the critics were beginning to call her things like a "remarkably talented young girl" and a "refreshing novelty on the country-western musical scene".

She had broken in a few numbers that night and the audience had responded particularly well. She had even had a standing ovation which had pleased her and made her cry with joy backstage after. Listening to the water running in the bathroom now, her mind raced back to that momentous night when she was twelve.

She was there again and she could hear her father's words dearly, as though he had spoken them only yesterday.

"Well, my darling," he had said, "you proved that you're star material tonight. I was talking to Gil Turner after the performance and he thinks he can get us considerably more money from now on. That means we'll, be staying in better hotels and not having to skimp any more. I think such applause deserves a reward. After all, you're not just a little girl any more."

A first, Sherry had been surprised, even a little shocked, when her father had slipped out of his robe and climbed into bed beside her. But as he held her close, cuddling her and massaging her back as he spoke of the wonderful future that lay ahead for both of them, she loved the warmth of his body and reassuring words and for the first time she had felt truly secure.

"Yes," he had said, "you deserve a reward -- a very special reward -- because you gave a splendid performance tonight and because you're old enough now to know better than to mention our personal affairs with anybody, absolutely anybody. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied, feeling for the first time a man's erection pressing against her tummy. She felt no fear because she trusted Daddy and his warm hands that stroked her hair and back and bottom and, finally her budding breasts. She liked the nice things he was telling her about what a good girl she had been, and when he kissed and sucked on the nubs of her breasts she knew that he must love her very much to give her such a nice reward for tonight's applause.

"Yes, you're getting to be a big girl now," he said, "and it's time you learned a few very personal and private things. Private and secret things. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, feeling her breath coming faster and Daddy's, too. He kissed her for a long time on the cheek as he tongued her breasts and ran his hands adoringly over her entire body. Then be kissed her full on the lips and told her he would always love his beautiful, beautiful daughter. She said she loved him too and that was the first time she had gone all mushy inside. Mushy was the only way she could describe it.

When he told her to lay on her back and spread her legs a little she obeyed willingly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. And that was when she really fell in love with Daddy. She lay there on her back with her legs apart while he gently rubbed the mound where she was beginning to get hair, just above her hole. He did that for a long time, and it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. He rubbed her legs and knees too and patted her bottom. His hand sort of half-tickled, half-rubbed all up and down her lower body, especially up and down the inside of her legs, until she thought she would die if he didn't touch her hole.

Finally he told her that she had been such a good girl and gotten so much applause that he was going to play with her pussy a little. That was the first time she had ever heard the word pussy but she immediately knew what he meant and when he slowly dipped his finger into the juicy top part of her pussy and began rubbing it she knew that she must have been a very, very good girl to deserve such a wonderful reward.

"Daddy," she said, "that feels so good. Oh, Daddy."

"Yes, sweet," he said. "I know. Just lie there and Daddy will make you feel even better." He massaged her whole pussy with his palm, softly running his palm up and down until she could hear wet, smacking sounds, but mostly be concentrated on the top where it felt best. At the same time be kept sucking on her breasts and whispering in her ear all the nice things she had wanted to hear: "Daddy's proud of his girl... she's a fine singer... she's very, very pretty... she always minds her Daddy... never tell their secrets... she's going to be rich some day, too, because Daddy is saving all the money she earns... Daddy loves her very much and wants to make her happy..."

"Yes, Daddy," Sherry breathed. "Yes, Daddy. Oh, I love what you're doing to my-my pussy!"

"There are lots of nice things to do, sweet," he said, "and Daddy's going to show them to you because you're such a wonderful girl and sing so beautifully. I have to teach you a lot of words, too -- secret words. Here," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his erection. "This is called a prick. Or you can call it a cock or a hard-on or any special word you want to make up for it. The real word is penis, though. It feels good when you play with it just as good as when I play with your pussy."

"Oh, it couldn't feel as good as when you play with my pussy," Sherry said. "Does it really?"

"Yes, it feels just as good," Daddy assured her.

"I know what I'll call it," she said. "It seems to want to push and poke... I'll call it my poker, okay?"

"All right, sweet," Daddy said. "You can call it whatever you want. And you're right. It does want to poke inside you -- between your legs. See how big and stiff it gets, and see how wet your pussy gets? Well, that's the way nature made men and women. The poker is supposed to go inside the pussy and it feels better than anything in the whole world."

"Are you going to put your poker inside my pussy?" Sherry asked.

"Yes, dear -- pretty soon -- but first it's nice to play and do other things, don't you think?"

"Ummmm, yes, it's wonderful playing this way, but I can hardly wait for your poker to poke inside my pussy and feel what it's like."

"You will, love. Just be patient. Oh, yes, there are other words for a pussy, too. Some people call it a cunt or a snatch or a twat. There are lots of nicknames for your hole, just as many as there are for penis. But the real word for it is vagina. Whenever you go to the doctor or anything you must call it your vagina, all right?"

"Yes, Daddy," Sherry said. "Vagina."

Sherry lay there while her Daddy kept rubbing the thing that felt so good at the top of her pussy. He called it her clitoris or clit, but she called it her tingle button. She ran her hand up and down his prick just the way he showed her to, jacking him off as he called it until pretty soon her tingle button got so tingly, she could feel tingling sensations all over her body, like little electric currents, and she shuddered and shook and cried out that the most wonderful feeling she had ever known had happened to her body -- all over.

He told her that is normal -- the very best part -- and that it's called coming. He told her men come too and they squirt white juice when they came and it feels just as good to men as tingling does to women. Almost everybody calls it come, be explained, but the correct word for the love juice is sperm. Sperm makes babies, he said, and it comes from the two balls in the sac beneath his penis. He told her the correct word for balls is testicles.

"Are we going to make a baby?" Sherry asked, a little frightened.

"No, you're not old enough for that yet," Daddy said, "and anyway daddies aren't supposed to make babies in their daughters. That's what I meant when I said that this is our secret. But you've been such a good girl and making the audiences so happy with your singing I thought you deserved this special, secret reward."

"Oh Daddy!" Sherry said. "Yes, thank you, thank you! You're the most wonderful, considerate Daddy in the world. I love you," and she showered him with kisses. "Shall I keep on jacking you off?"

"Yes," he replied. "I'm going to come soon and I think you're old enough now to see what it's like when a man comes. Keep going up and down duly just a little faster."

He turned on his side then and flicked on the bedside light. Then he lay on his back and watched his daughter's hand slide up and down his hard-on under the bright light. "Watch the tip," he rasped. "Pretty soon the sperm will come shooting out the slit at the top."

Sherry leaned closer, curiously inspecting the slit he referred to, waiting for her Daddy to shoot out his sperm. He crossed his ankles then, stiffened somewhat, and began thrusting his hips to meet the motion of her hand. Then he said, "Watch closely, Sherry. It's coming now. It's going to come out. Oh, oh, there it goes... it's coming out now... there... there..."

Sherry watched, wide-eyed in wonder as the cream burst from her Daddy's jerking prick, spouted up in rapid bursts as he moaned and his face contorted in pleasure. His balls kept moving too, as though they helped to fling the sticky fluid out his poker. His poker became noticeably softer in her hand then as his juice stopped flying up into the air and just oozed out the end down onto her hand and his balls. Instinctively, she dipped her forefinger into some of the liquid and tasted it. "It's sort of tasteless," she said. "It doesn't taste like much of anything."

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Daddy said. He was very much out of breath and he was panting and his eyes were closed.

"Did it feel good?" Sherry asked.

"Coming is the very best thing in the world," he managed to mutter. "For men or women. There's-there's nothing like it -- nothing like it. Yea, it felt marvelous."

"Are you still going to put your poker in my pussy?" Sherry asked.

"Yes, sweet, but people always rest for a while before they come again." He lit a cigarette and she stared down at his poker, which had returned to its normal size now. Then she cuddled up close to him and inhaled the masculine scent of his body. She ran her fingers over his eyebrows and his chin and the lines in his face. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she said. "That was the most wonderful reward you ever gave me. I hope I deserve lots of rewards. I want people to applaud and scream and love the way I sing so you'll give me rewards the rest of my life. I'll make you proud of me. Every night want a reward just like this. Ummmm. You'll see, Daddy. I'm going to make you so proud of me you'll want to give me rewards three times a day. During intermissions even!"

"Yes, I'm sure you will, dear," Victor Redgrave said. "I'm certain you will." Insatiable, he thought, just like her mother -- before the booze got to her.

About fifteen minutes later he instructed his daughter to play with his prick, to fondle it lovingly so that she would know how a penis grew and prepared itself to fuck a woman's pussy. Sherry liked the words fuck and screw from the very beginning. They were such descriptive words! Much better than sexual intercourse. While Daddy played with her tingle button again and fondled her titties she caressed his sleeping piker and marveled at the way it grew and stood up so straight and hard, just like a snake. Daddy explained some of the technicalities which created the male erection to her -- all about blood filling the tissues inside a poker -- but she liked the part where he said that "mainly a poker naturally wants to slip inside a hot, slippery pussy. It knows when a pussy is getting hot and wet and it just naturally wants to go inside there."

"You're right," Sherry said. "My pussy's getting all wet and ready for the poker, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, my love."

He instructed her to put her mouth over the end of his poker for a moment and kissed it. She did and she could feel his poker get even harder as she did so. Then he told her to move her mouth slowly up and down his thing, just the way she'd done when she'd jacked him off, and she did, that for a while, too. She rubbed his balls, too, and she could tell he liked it. "A girl's mouth feels almost like a pussy," he explained. "I'll let you do that longer some time so that you'll become very good at it."

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "It sure makes your poker nice and stiff. You could even squirt your come inside my mouth, couldn't you?"

"Yes, dear," he said, "but we'll save that for another time when you've got lots and lots of applause."

"All right, Daddy."

Sherry lay there wondering what came next. Pretty soon her father turned off the bedside light and went over and turned on the bathroom light. He closed the door part way so that the room was not bright but so you could still see. "Some things are even better in a sort of dim light," he said, returning and lying once again beside her on the bed. "Lie back down with your legs parted." She obeyed, wondering what be had in mind. She soon found out Daddy began playing with her titties and her tingle button again until she thought -- she thought she would come for the second time.

"Men kiss women between their legs, too," he said, "just the way you were doing to my poker. You've been such a good girl I'm going to show you one more secret before I fuck you. This feels wonderful and you should like it very much."

Already Sherry could imagine her Daddy's tongue where his finger now stroked and she could hardly wait to see how this new sensation he described would feel. He kissed her breasts for a while, then began moving his head lower and lower, licking her tummy and belly button and hips and legs with his tongue before he finally began licking her tingle button. Where before there had been only friction, now there was friction plus hot and wet there at the same time!

"Oh, Daddy," she said, running her fingers through his thick hair. "Ohhhhh, that feels soooo wonderful... Oh, Daddy... Daddy... Daddy..."

She spread her legs wider and scooted her heels across the sheet up to her buttocks and began to rotate her pelvis as the hot, darting tongue gently dabbed at her little nub of flesh. "Does everybody do this?" she asked, panting. "It-it feels so wonderful I don't see why people don't just do this all the time."

"Yes, sweet," Daddy murmured, his voice far and muffled sounding as he tried to talk and continue the work with his tongue. "Everybody does it -- at least almost everybody -- before they fuck."

Victor Redgrave had never enjoyed licking a pussy as much as he now enjoyed licking his daughter's. He had never dined on such a young, delicious cunt -- so young, so firm, so tight, so perfectly tasty. He let his mouth take frequent departures from his daughter's clitoris and bathed his daughter's entire seething nest, taking great care to deposit long, cleansing kisses on each cunt lip and probe the little interior lips -- he thought of these inner lips as little filets because they were so tender -- so that Sherry would know the ultimate in oral delights. As he tongued her tight little anus, she bristled for just an instant, shocked, but then she relaxed once again and let him have his way as she realized that Daddy intended only feelings of pleasure and delight for his daughter. A reward was a reward and certainly Daddy would not do anything unworthy of her.

Just like her mother, Victor caught himself thinking as he thrust his tongue as far as it would go into the channel of her vagina. Christ, Sherry's mother could lie there all day while he licked her cunt. In fact, he sometimes wondered if she didn't prefer to come via his tongue than his prick. She had always said that she enjoyed his oral ministrations no more than conventional kicking, but he had noticed a distinct preference to achieve her orgasms while he was mouthing her rather than fucking her, especially toward the end when her alcoholism had progressed so pitifully.

Now Sherry had slipped into the same kind of trance her mother had once displayed when he licked her pussy. Heredity will out, he thought as he felt her fingers digging into his hair, her hips thrusts increase in tempo, listened to her steady, near-demented wail of ecstasy as his tongue bathed her clitoris and he gulped down great mouthfuls of thick lubricant. Just when he knew that she was ready to come, a somewhat sadistic urge came over him. He decided suddenly to save at least a few delights for their next session. No, he didn't wish to take all the wonder and mystery during their first love bout.

For now, kicking his daughter's tight, young twat; depriving her of her virginity; deflowering her once and for all, would be sufficient. Besides, it had been a long time since he had imbedded his cock in a cunt and he didn't want to ruin her response by making her come with his tongue. Oddly, too, he had never kicked a virgin -- who kicked them all, anyway? -- and he longed to feel the cunt walls clench his thrusting meat as he probed the secret depths of his own daughter's cunt. Yes, his own daughter! His own daughter! He reveled in the unspeakable vileness of the act he was about to perform. He would make a sex slave of her to do his bidding. Beautiful, beautiful incest... the forbidden luxury of the Gods and the ancient Egyptians... for Victor Redgrave.

Victor had very long and sensitive fingers as well as long fingernails. He began finger-fucking his daughter, allowing his finger to penetrate farther up her vagina with each thrust of his hand. Expertly, he pressed against the thin partition of flesh that marked her as a virgin.

He felt its resistance, savored the elasticity of the thin partition of flesh, then severed the thin membrane with his fingernail. There would still be slight bleeding, no doubt, but he guessed that this would be the best way to prepare her tight cunt for the entrance of his prick. He had heard that often prior to wedding nights brides visited doctors and had them break the obstacle of their vaginal membranes with a scalpel so as to insure a more trouble-free sexual encounter with their husbands.

"Ouch," Sherry said.

"It's all right, sweet," he said. "Daddy's just preparing you for our kick. It's all right."

"Did you do that to mother the first time, too?" she asked.

"Everybody does it slightly different," he answered, not answering her question directly. Hell, Sherry's mother had probably been kicked a hundred times -- maybe a thousand -- by the time their wedding night had arrived. "Just relax now while I put my poker inside your pussy."

He spread her legs very wide apart, then raised himself on knees and elbows above her and began running his rigid cock about in her hot honey chasm. Now and then he inserted the head of his member partly into the chasm to prepare her both physically and psychologically for what was to follow.

"Oh, Daddy," Sherry groaned. "You're really going to put your poker inside my pussy, aren't you? I can hardly wait to see how it feels," she said. "Why don't you stick it all the way in so I can feel it way up. Hurry, Daddy, and fuck my pussy!"

"I will, honey," he said. "But you must be patient. I'm preparing you. This is your first time and I don't want to hurt you. It may hurt just a little this first time but from now on it will feel wonderful. I promise. I'll be as gentle as I can. If it hurts you must tell me, all right?"

"All right, Daddy."

Sherry could gradually feel Daddy inching the full length of his poker in her pussy now. He was trying to be gentle and patient, she could tell, but she also sensed that he was anxious to get all of the poker inside her. It was a struggle for poor Daddy, so she decided to help him. She had once seen dogs kicking and she had noticed how anxious the male had been to get his poker in the female and she knew it must be absolute hell for Daddy holding back this way.

She remembered the pitiful look on the male pig's face as he pumped, trying to find the female's hole and then the complete satisfaction and look of fulfillment of the dog once he'd found the hole and stuck it all the way in. Poor Daddy was suffering now and she decided to help him. She reached down and took his poker with her hand and then shoved up hard with her hips so that almost all of his poker went up inside her.

The act proved to be something of a mistake because she suddenly realized that her unfucked hole was very tight and the stab of pain brought tears to her eyes. "Ow! Ow!" she cried.

"You shouldn't have done that, honey," Daddy said. "I was trying to save you pain by putting it in slowly. I didn't want to hurt my baby's pussy. Did it hurt much?"

"Just a little," she lied. "But-but now it's okay. I wanted it all the way in, Daddy. I-I couldn't wait."

Gradually the pain subsided and gave way to pleasure as Daddy slowly began a rhythmic movement with his poker. His hand was on her bottom now and he was shoving his poker all the way up inside her and breathing very hard in her ear. He kept saying, "Oh, my baby, my beautiful daughter. Oh, that beautiful, tight, tight pussy."

"Does it feel good inside me, Daddy?" she asked, responding with little pelvic thrusts of her own.

"Yes, darling. It's very hot and tight inside your pussy. I hope this reward isn't hurting you. Is it?"

"Oh, no, Daddy," she said. Actually it still hurt her just a little, but it was beginning to feel better all the time. It was a nice kind of hurt now and feeling less painful all the time better... better. "No, it's a wonderful reward, Daddy. Fuck me!"

His poker was really poking now and she knew what he'd meant when he'd said that sticking it in her mouth was almost like fucking a pussy.

She was glad that he had stuck it in her mouth first because she knew now exactly what it was doing down there inside her hole. She could visualize the head poking inside the darkness of bar and getting ready to spurt sperm into her pussy. She imagined it in her mouth again, felt the smooth foreskin slightly bunched up and then unbunching as it poked inward and then unbunching again as it went on the backstroke.

Having it in her mouth had been a good idea because now she understood the mechanics of what the poker was really doing inside her cuntpussy-twat-snatch-hole. She imagined it in her mouth and she could taste it as it kicked her pussy.

Her father transferred his weight now to one side more, so that his left hand was free, and then he began stroking her tingle button as he kicked harder and harder. Boy, he really must be getting ready to shoot his sperm into her, she thought, because he was grunting and holding her bottom hard with his other hand and talking about coming inside her tight little slit... coming... coming...

His fondling her clit made the fuck even better. She felt that she would come the way she had the first time with his mouth as his finger worked on her tingle button. Strangely though, there was another nice feeling, different but very, very nice, beginning way inside her pussy. It was a much deeper feeling and she was sure that it was the plunging poker that was causing it. Suddenly the deeper feeling began spreading, spreading all over her body and it was frightening how good it felt.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy," she began calling very loud, much louder than she wanted to yell and she didn't want to yell at all because the people in the next apartment might hear her but she couldn't help it... it was so good... so wonderful... like nothing she could compare it to. The finger worked on her tingle button, too, and that was bringing on another kind of come at the same time but it was that deeper feeling that was driving her crazy and making her scream now. Finally, the feeling rose to such intensity that she knew she was going to come again, only this time it was two comes she felt one on her tingle button and one far, far inside from the stabbing poker.

"I'm coming now, Daddy," she squealed. "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming now... all over... I'm coming now... two ways... two ways two kinds of comes at once... Ohhhhhhhh, da-ddddd-eeeeeee!"

Victor had been holding back, but he drove savagely into his daughter's tight quiff muff box. Strange that those words that he hadn't taught her entered his mind at the precise instant that he came. It was easily the best, most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. His daughter's long legs locked tightly behind his own and he felt her shudder all over as she reached the heights and squealed, "Daddy, Daddy," over and over again in his ear. It was not only the tightness of the virgin cunt and the gushing slipperiness of her vagina that made it a milestone in his sexual life. No, although he could deny that the mechanics of this copulation were better than anything he had ever dreamed of, he realized that it was the psychological aspect that made this like no orgasm he had ever attained before. It was the fact that he had fucked his own flesh and blood. He had fucked his own virgin daughter! He had fucked his twelve-year-old daughter and now he had years and years of continued fucking with her. He would watch her mature, watch her breasts blossom and her body take on the swell of total womanhood, and all the while he would be fucking her, teaching her every nuance of the sexual act. He would make her his total sex slave to do his bidding whenever and however he wanted. Yes, be would create an inseparable relationship that would make her forever his and only his.

They both lay there panting, resting. Finally, he withdrew his dwindling manhood and lay beside her. He lit a cigarette.

"Thank you, Daddy, for the wonderful reward," Sherry said. "There's nothing in the whole world like that feeling. I'm sure. Coming is better than anything -- anything!"

She cuddled up close and held his soft cock in her hands lovingly. "It's my poker, Daddy, isn't it? You won't put it in any other female's pussy ever, will you?"

"No, sweet," Victor said. "But that works two ways, Sherry. This is our secret and you mustn't let any other man put his poker in your pussy either, right?"

"Oh, no, Daddy," she said. "Never. Never. I just want yours."

Just before he drifted off into a deep sleep, Victor knew that at the moment Sherry meant her vow to remain true to him. She didn't have any idea how tenacious and persistent young men could be with a lovely girl, and Sherry certainly promised to develop into something males would be after. Well, he thought, I'll worry about that later. For now, I have a few years to create the sex slave of my dreams -- to prepare Sherry for the inevitable outsiders.

CHAPTER TWO

Her father's voice jarred her from her memory of that first night almost four years ago when he had introduced her to sex. "Nice and warm. Not too hot and not too cool. Just the way you like it."

"Thanks, Daddy," she called, examining her body once more in the mirror before turning and padding toward the bathroom. She stuck her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Then she slid into the tub and began soaping the wash cloth for her bath. Daddy went back into the main room and turned on the piped-in music then adjusted the lighting low. A soft version of I Get A Kick Out Of You wafted its way into the bathroom and Sherry began humming as she soaked and scrubbed.

Her father's preparation for lovemaking in the other room brought on the familiar mushy feeling deep within her vagina (she still liked to think of the feeling as mushy even after all these years). Sherry Trent and The Sunbeams, she thought up and coming musical act. The thought pleased her -- that and the fact that agent Gil Turner had told her father he thought he could get more money for the act from now on. She sudsed each breast carefully with the wash cloth, appraising and admiring their firmness as she did so. Then, raising her buttocks slightly so that her vagina emerged from the water, she gently let the soapy cloth run up and down the length of her cunt. She let the cloth trail down so that it tickled her rectum at the same time. She liked the feeling of the warm cloth against her genitals and she did it whenever she bathed because it felt good.

"... Still I Get A Kick Out Of You," she hummed, washing her legs and stomach now. The thought of Gil Turner reminded her that she was a big girl now and had to be increasingly careful of her father's jealousy. Males were becoming more open in their advances now and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to explain why she wouldn't date any of them. More than any of them Gil Turner was becoming increasingly suspicious of the relationship between herself and her father, because it was with Gil that she had had the only sexual encounter with anyone other than her father.

That had been a little over six months ago. Her father had flown East to attend the funeral of his sister, her Aunt Carrie, and had left Sherry at Lake Tahoe in Gil Turner's care to finish out the engagement there. Her father trusted Gil completely which was foolish because on the very same night he had left Gil had gotten her tipsy on martinis in his room and they had made love. It had been the first time she had fucked with anybody other than her father and, secretly, she had wanted to have sex with another male for a long time anyway. For companion. The martinis had removed all trace of inhibition and she had yielded willingly.

The reason she guessed that Gil suspected her relationship with her father was because she had never let him approach her after that single encounter, even when the opportunity presented itself. The reasons for Gil's suspicion had to go even deeper than that though, she knew. Only a fool -- and Gil was by no stretch of the imagination a fool -- would think that Sherry had not had considerable sexual experience prior to their copulation. The martinis had brought out her skill. She had sucked his cock, fucked him in every imaginable position and uttered every four-letter work known to man on the night of their affair. No, Gil was no fool and since she never dated males he had to guess the origin of her sexual finesse: Daddy and daughter. She had literally fucked poor Gil to a state of exhaustion that night and before staggering to the door to say good night he had said, "Good God, Sherry... I never would have guessed we can't ever breathe a word of this to anybody... ever... it could blow the whole act... kaput... and you know why never a word to -- to anyone..."

It was his remark never would have guessed that had provided the clue to Gil Turner's insight. Naturally, her father would have raised hell if he had guessed that Gil had fucked Sherry, but it was the fact that Victor Redgrave had been fucking his own daughter that was the real revelation. If Victor knew that Sherry's agent had screwed his daughter, naturally Gil would be out of the scene. Sherry sensed his fear as she had left his room that night and so she had taken care to establish two important points. First, they would never fuck again. Second, just in case Gil ever decided to use his new-found information as a form of blackmail (to increase his ten percent agent's fee, for example) she would swear that he had raped her. Gil had departed swearing never to utter a word to anybody about anything, fear and shock written all over his plump but handsome features. After that, whenever he was in Sherry's presence, he seemed to stammer a bit, as though he were doing an imitation of Hugh Herbert.

Her departing words to Gil that night had been right to the point and insured his secrecy. She had not co-habited with her shrewd and opportunistic father for all these years for nothing. A few of her father's tactics had rubbed off on her.

But most important, she had learned some thing of extreme importance that night. She had learned that she preferred sex with Daddy to any other male. True, at times she still felt fleeting sexual fantasies regarding other men, but she felt certain that no one but Daddy could totally satisfy her. Nobody but Daddy knew just what she liked in bed and just how she liked it. Nobody but Daddy knew how to use his tongue or vibrator the way Daddy did. No body knew the special words that sent tingles down her spine or how to fuck her so that she could come as many as three or four times in one session. She could not imagine what it would be like to fuck without saying the words dadddeee... dadddeee in a lover's ear. Yes, her Daddy had tutored her from the beginning. In a way, he had shaped the channel of her vagina so that it was a kind of glove, a glove that would fit only the hand of his prick and his prick alone. She hadn't even been able to have an orgasm with Gil Turner that night. Only Daddy could produce those marvelous, exquisite feeling in her body. Dadddee... dadddeee...

"Ready for your back now," Victor Redgrave said, standing naked in the bathroom door.

"Yes, Daddy," Sherry said, aware that her voice was high-pitched. She always consciously spoke in a high-pitched voice to him. Somehow it added to the excitement and secrecy of their incestuous relationship. He liked it, too. She could tell. She wanted always to be his little girl and act out again and again the delicious sexual feelings of that first fateful night so long ago. He always spoke to her patiently and paternally, too. This was a kind of unspoken agreement which they practiced -- unless of course they were in the presence of others.

Victor sat down on the tile bathtub beside his daughter, took the wash cloth, soaped it, and began cleansing his daughter's smooth, blemishless back. After a while, out of habit, she stood up and permitted him to carefully wash between and her breasts and her incredibly pert. She had already washed herself thoroughly but he always liked to wash her private parts himself. It felt good to her and it gave him pleasure also.

When he had finished, he climbed into the tub with her and they sat facing each other talking about the events of the evening and the next engagement. Finally, he raised himself and she dutifully and maternally washed his cock and balls and back. Although her Daddy was forty-four now, he was remarkably firm and looked much younger. His black hair had grayed only slightly at the temples and this gave him a distinguished look. He played tennis fairly regularly, often with her, and his shoulders were broad and fine. Even his pectoral muscles were firm and there was not hint of a paunch above his prick. He usually won games on the tennis court and she was always proud at his agility and good-sportsmanship and of the way he slyly disguised the real nature of their relationship.

To the outside world Victor Redgrave posed as the ideal, conventional father. In fact, many people had commented that they conducted themselves as brother and sister.

They stood in the tub now, carefully dried each other with the thick turkish towels, and then went to the bed and lay side by side. Victor read the newspaper for a while before tossing it to the floor. Then be turned to his side and palmed his daughter's cheek. He brushed her slightly damp hair from her forehead gently and gave her a fatherly kiss on her lips. "I love you, darling," he said.

"I love you too, Daddy," she said, the mushy feeling coming on strong now.

"Would you like the vibrator tonight?" he asked.

"Ummm," she said. "That would be nice."

"Both of them?"

"Yes, Daddy," she cooed. "I think I'd like both of them tonight."

Her father kept two vibrators; one a conventional type that strapped about the hand and the other a cylindrical one that was shaped like a penis and, could be inserted either in her rectum or her vagina. Each morning he removed them from the nightstand and placed them carefully in a suitcase in the closet and each night he put them beside the bed in case she wished to incorporate them into their lovemaking. Sometimes she didn't want them, but tonight she did. Moving them back and forth from suitcase to nightstand kept strangers and the clean-up maids from seeing them. Her father was very efficient in matters like that.

She beard the flick of the on switch and then the faint humming of instrument. Even before his vibrating hand touched her back she felt her juices gurgling within her vagina. The sound of the buzzing vibrator was like saying the word candy to a child. A conditioned response. She lay there on her tummy, legs slightly spread on the cool, clean sheets and closed her eyes as Daddy's soothing palm moved over her back, neck, buttocks, legs. He ran the machine up and down her inner thighs, too, and gently massaged her anus and the rear of her pussy. When he had finished her feet she knew it was time to turn over on her back so that she could work on her titties and tummy and pussy -- all over her front.

He talked to her soothingly and lovingly as his hand moved, as always, without haste over every inch of her body. Instinctively, she reached for his prick which was by now, again as always, firm and dribbling. She clasped and unclasped her hand tenderly about its stout warmth until the vibrator moved well down between her legs and settled on her clitoris. Then she reversed herself on the bed so that she could take her Daddy's organ into her mouth. Sometimes she used the vibrator on his penis too but usually by this time. She wanted only to have his cock in her mouth so that she could taste his drippings and nurse slowly up and down its beautiful rigidity and tickle his balls. By now, their love making had become a ritual, a ceremony which she never tired of (Tired of? No, yearned for!), a ritual which Daddy still managed to keep fresh and filled with unexpected variations to thrill and delight her.

After a few minutes, Daddy fetched the other cock-shaped vibrator from the nightstand and placed the regular vibrator on her hand. As she began massaging his prick and full scrotum with the regular vibrator, she felt the prick-shaped vibrator pressing against her cunt lips, ramming up and down from her clitoris to her asshole. She encircled her legs about the instrument that she could feel the full force of the thing tingle against her genitals and rectum. For a long time she clamped it hard between her legs as she jacked off Daddy's penis. Finally, she spread her legs and placed the back of her hand against her forehead and wet her lips. She began wagging her head back and forth involuntarily and groaning, knowing that in a moment the buzzing, prick-shaped instrument would slip gently past her cunt lips and then vibrate every core and fiber of her vagina to the depths. Yes, there it was, going in, farther, farther, way up, all the way in and delivering unspeakable, tantalizing ecstasy. Daddy let it linger there, buzzing all by itself for awhile before he slowly pushed it in and out, in and out until she thought she wouldn't be able to stand the pressure a second longer. But she knew she could. She always did -- at least so far. Sometimes she was fearful though that one night the indescribable feeling would reach such a peak that she would die, literally fade away from pleasure, perish from orgasmic waves that racked her body.

Daddy momentarily withdrew his stiff meat from her mouth and bent down and began lapping with his tongue on her clitoris as he continued to slide the artificial, humming cock inside her dripping love nest. She had come twice already and wan growing weaker. Soon it would be time for him to fuck her.

As thought he had read her mind, he asked, "You want it in your ass tonight while I fuck you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned without even thinking, "but-but don't come inside my pussy unless you-you really want to. I'd rather you came in my mouth."

"All right, love," be said.

Daddy almost always din what she asked of him. Only a few times had he over-ruled her in his choice of orgasm. He carefully eased the cunt-slick vibrator up her asshole, then just as carefully, scooted around and eased his poker into her eager pussy. She felt the two stiff instruments -- one flesh and the other plastic -- probing her as they slid between either side of the thin partition of flesh that separated her two holes.

Now was the time she had to be careful. On several past occasions the combination of the two probers had caused her to pass out. Her pleasure plateau had reached such a level that she had simply blacked out in a state of near fitful bliss. She did not wish to pass out tonight. For one thing, she often missed, a final orgasm that she could only describe as Godlike in nature, and for another thing when she passed out it meant denying Daddy his own orgasm.

No, tonight she wanted to feel his sperm shoot into her mouth and swallow it. She had already had her share of climaxes and she longed to ingest his male fluid. Somehow, with her tummy full, she slept better, too, like a child after a late snack. Mainly, though, she had learned that Daddy liked her to swallow his come. To him, it seemed to represent the ultimate act, the final and most loving thing she could do for him. She had told him again and again that she actually liked to swallow his sperm, but no matter how sincerely she had explained he still thought of it as a favor to him, a kind of sacrifice.

The buzzing instrument continued its mission deep inside her as her father's tongue stabbed at her clitoris. It was odd that she had enjoyed swallowing her Daddy's sperm from the very beginning. Maybe it was a kind of sacrifice on her part. But if it was it was unconscious. Because she really liked to swallow his come, really liked it when it came shooting out and he groaned and held her head hard as she took all the love juice down into her stomach. She had often told him she would suck him off as many times every day as he wanted her to, but he didn't to believe her. "A hundred times a day," she'd told him, but he'd only smiled as though not really believing her. Maybe he wanted to think of it as something special. She didn't know.

It did puzzle her that she liked to swallow come. She had even liked swallowing Gil Turner's load. Really. The only thing was that Gil Turner drank a lot and she had detected a faint flavor of alcohol in his sperm the thought she had sucked him off. That had really surprised her. She had had no idea that alcohol could even affect the way a man's sperm tasted.

Another thing that surprised her was that a lot of girls didn't like to swallow sperm. She had talked to a few girls and their opinions on the matter ranged from not even putting a man's cock in their mouths to it's okay to suck a cock as long as the guy doesn't come that way. Then there were some girls who didn't mind a man coming in their mouths but they would always spit it into a Kleenex or run to the bathroom and get rid of it. Sherry didn't understand this at all. She'd even talked to one girl who had practiced swallowing raw eggs for a long time so that she could be able to swallow her boyfriend's come and make him happy. But it had taken her weeks to be able to take her boyfriend's whole load down without gagging. That had really surprised Sherry. She guessed that they hadn't been as lucky as she was. Their daddies had never made love to them and taught them all the good things about sex. Yes, they didn't know what they were missing, she'd thought, although she hadn't breathed a word about having sex with her Daddy to them because it was a secret.

Now Sherry reached her fourth orgasm and she very nearly passed out. She somehow managed to stay conscious even though a million pinpricks of delight stabbed at her body. She pushed at her Daddy's head, indicating that she had finished and he stopped licking and withdrew the vibrators. Then she curled up with the head of big hard-on inside her mouth and rested herself until she could gain the necessary strength to begin sucking him off. Even though she felt totally spent, she toyed with his balls and twirled her tongue around the end of his prick to keep it nice and hard until she was ready to begin working on him. She could hardly wait to give him the best blow job of his life. She wanted to hear him grunt as he sat up on her chest and slammed his ramrod deep into her throat. She loved it when he fucked her mouth that way because she knew he liked to watch his own stiff prick slide in and out of her mouth and talk to her about shooting his load there and her swallowing it. He always talked to her about giving her dessert -- that her dessert was coming pretty soon, and he referred to his cock as her very own vanilla ice cream cone. He liked to hear her grunt and hear her muffled replies as she tried to answer his questions while he talked to her and fucked her mouth.

He always kept asking her if she really liked to sack him and swallow his come while he drove his wanger between her lips. It was almost as though he really didn't believe she really liked it and he had to keep reassuring himself that she did. So he kept asking and asking and she kept saying yes as best as she could even with the prick, stabbing her mouth until he finally let his beautiful load go and filled her whole mouth brimful of delicious love cream.

Sherry felt rested now. She turned over onto her back so that Daddy could get up on top of her, sit on her tits and then stick his prick into her mouth. As usual, he took a long time putting it in. He liked to watch her tickle his little cock slit with her tongue and flutter her tongue up and down his shaft before he really got down to seriously fucking her mouth... Sometimes too, he liked to jack himself off slowly and have her watch him. Tonight he did that for a while, and then she knew he was ready. Slowly, he fed his meaty monster (which, incidentally, was at least two inches longer than Gil Turner's) deep into her mouth and she began sucking just the way he liked it. Then be began asking her the questions, too -- the ones he knew she couldn't answer with his prick filling her mouth up.

"Take it all in, baby," he said. "Take it all in and swallow your Daddy's come."

"Ummmm... arrghhhh... ergghhmmm," she responded, holding his shaft so that she could manipulate it inside her mouth with greater friction and, with her other hand, massaging his great sac and tickling his asshole. He liked her to play with his balls and finger his butt hole lightly but he didn't like her to stick her finger inside his ass for some reason. It was about the only thing he didn't like and so she didn't try to do it any more. They had never talked about his reason for not liking her finger up him so she just tickled him there while he fucked her mouth. She didn't care. Whatever Daddy wanted was okay with her. Anything at all.

Now he did something he often did just be fore he was ready to come. He took strands of her long, auburn hair and wrapped them about the base of his cock as he thrust. He thrust very hard now, gyrating his ass in all direction and plunging his stiff poker so that it struck all different parts of her mouth.

"Dessert time, baby!" he yelled. "Dessert! Dessert!"

"Argghhh... ummmmin... ummmmm," she answered to spur him on and let him know she was ready.

And then he came, holding onto her throat so that he could feel her throat constricting as she swallowed his spend. Shuddering all over, he stared down at her hollow-cheeked efforts until he was certain she had drained him dry. Then he collapsed beside her and she cradled his head on her shoulder, patting his head until she knew he was asleep. After a while, she turned out the light, and prepared for sleep herself. Tomorrow they would go swimming or play tennis or maybe even go water skiing. She doubted if he would call a rehearsal for tomorrow. Maybe he would even take her for a stroll along the Vegas strip and look in all the nice shops. Sometimes he did that and bought her a new outfit if they did go swimming she hoped he wouldn't get jealous when all the men stared at her in her skimpy bikini. It wasn't her fault that her body had turned out so curved and nice. She yawned.

Well, whatever he decided to do would be all right with her.

Life was wonderful with Daddy.

CHAPTER THREE

Sherry Trent and her father, Victor Redgrave, lay in the lounge chairs beside the immense swimming pool behind the Lucky Nuggett Hotel. They lay face up, eyes closed, facing the Nevada sun. It was hot, even for July, but a slight breeze made the beat bearable. Sherry liked to sport a tan. For one thing a suntan made it unnecessary to apply so much stage makeup at night under the heat of the stage lights performers perspired and their makeup appeared streaked and ran onto costumes, staining them. Also, a tan contributed to her whole some image.

The breeze diminished and Sherry sat up shielding her eyes from the bright sun with her hand and surveyed the deck. Two young men, both in their twenties she guessed, were staring directly at her. Mouths agape, they made no pretense of not staring directly at her breasts and the indentation of her vagina in the skimpy crotch of her bikini. Sherry loved Daddy, true, but she was a born performer. She spread her legs just a little farther apart, tugged at her halter, and smiled at them. It was just a friendly smile, not seductive, but the taller lad -- the one with the erection nearly fell backwards in to the pool. Only a grab by his friend -- whose crotch was somewhat swollen too -- saved him from plunging into the blue water.

Sherry lay back again, feeling their hungry eyes fastened to her, and enjoyed her sunbath.

"How many times have I told you that a performer, especially one who hopes to be a star, is supposed to remain aloof? That was cheap, Sherry," her father said. "Being friendly is one thing. Tantalizing is quite another."

"Sorry, Daddy," she said, closing her parted legs. "It's just that I felt sorry for them. They looked so -- pitiful there."

"Well, let them find some cheap tramp to sink their meat in," he said. "You're Sherry Trent and don't forget it!"

"Yes, Daddy." Her father's awareness regarding the presence of other males often amazed Sherry. When it came to other males he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, an eerie intuition.

Connie, a cocktail girl from the lounge, came over in a few minutes and said, "Hi." Sherry had chatted with her briefly a few times during intermissions and they had struck up something of a friendship. Victor didn't object to her being friendly with females. In fact, he often encouraged her being nice to the "little people" wherever she worked, particularly if they were female or married men who didn't seem to pose any threat to her relationship with Daddy. It was good for her image, he said. Good public relations. In fact, she often caught her father feasting his eyes on the more sexy girls.

With long, straight black hair, large breasts, and enormous blue eyes, Connie was very sexy. Without invitation, she spread her towel on the sundeck next to Sherry and began chatting in her smooth, purring voice. She struck Sherry as something of a social-climber -- the kind of girl who liked to hob-nob with celebrities and semi-celebrities and might be on the look-out for an affluent husband. She certainly had the manner and looks for it.

The three of them sat there baking lathe sun for perhaps twenty minutes when Gil Turner came over wearing a very flowery pair of swimming trunks. "Hi, gang," his deep voice boomed. "Mind if I join the sweat brigade?" he asked.

"Not at all," Sherry said.

"Hello, Gil," Victor said, squinting at him. Gil held a tall drink in his hand, his inevitable prop. Ice tinkled in the glass as he sat down cross-legged on his towel next to Connie.

"Gil, this is Connie," Sherry said, introducing them. "She works here in the lounge. She serves cocktails. With your consumption, you two should get along famously. Gil is my agent," Sherry added.

Gil grinned, taking in Connie's full, ripe body. "Very nice to know you," he said seductively.

The word "agent" seemed to perk Connie up considerably and Sherry guessed that her appraisal of Connie as an "important people seeker" was correct. She gave Gil a fetching smile, revealing perfectly capped teeth and said, "It must be wonderful and exciting representing real talent," she said. "Traveling all over and seeing interesting and exciting places." Her voice raised a full octave in pitch.

Gil took a long sip from his drink, then contemplated Connie's remark as he chewed ice. "Yes," he agreed, nodding, "and then sometimes it's a lot of shit. Pure, unadulterated bullshit."

Gil had had quite a bit to drink, Sherry could tell, and Connie didn't know just how to react. There was a nervous trembling about the edges of her fixed smile. Gil liked to shock people with language when he'd been drinking. It was one of his favorite games. But of course Connie didn't know that. Victor propped himself up on one elbow grimacing. "Please forgive Gil," he said. "When he's hitting the sauce he has a tendency to try to startle people. You don't find dealings related to our act distasteful do you, Gil?" Victor asked.

"Of course not," he said somewhat apologetically. "I'm talking about entertainment directors and all the crap you have to put up with in dealing with the no-talents. It's the mediocre ones who demand the moon. Sherry here is just ripe."

"I'd hoped so," Victor said, relaxing on the chair again.

"Language like that doesn't bother me," Connie insisted condescendingly, sensing tension. "I'm a cocktail waitress, remember? I hear all kinds of language every night, believe me. Don't worry," she said. "I'm a big girl."

"Yes, I can see that," Gil said. He ran his eyes over her crotch and breasts lecherously. "You're a big girl all right. Are you twenty-one?"

"Yes," Connie answered blinking in surprise. "Why?"

"Never mind," Gil said, taking her by the hand. "That means you're old enough to have a drink and -- and everything. Come on, I want to talk to you, honey. Come with me."

Connie looked a little helplessly at Victor and Sherry but nevertheless permitted Gil to lift her to her feet. "Where-where are we going?" she asked, glancing at Sherry for approval. Sherry could see through Connie's false reluctance to depart with the agent of Sherry Trent. She would probably go anywhere with anybody she thought was important.

"Go ahead," Sherry coaxed. "Gil just wants to show you around, convince everybody that he's not in his forties." She winked.

"Well, if you think it's all right," Connie said. "Okay then. We'll talk later, okay?"

"Sure," Sherry said. "Have fun, dear. Gil's really quite harmless." She remembered the night she had made love with Gil and her comment was directed somewhat cruelly at Gil who had not been able to make her reach an orgasm.

"Bye-bye," she said, as Gil tugged her by the hand toward the hotel.

"Catch the act tonight," Gil called as they walked away.

Victor stared after Connie who was literally tripping as Gil whisked her away rapidly. "God, I hate Las Vegas," he said.

"Gil's just lonely," Sherry explained.

"You mean horny," her father said.

"Well, I guess they're the same thing," Sherry said. "Speaking of horny, what time do you feel like taking our nap?" An afternoon nap prior to the first show had become a ritual with them, as it was with many performers. Sometimes a nap was just that, but sometimes it meant fucking too. If they planned on fucking they began the nap earlier. Sherry wanted to get the schedule set in her mind.

"Let's nap early," he said, which meant he wanted to fuck. He glanced at his wrist watch in the cement beside him. "By now Gil's probably screwing that tramp Connie's ass off," he said, grinning.

"Does the idea excite you?" Sherry asked. "Does picturing them doing it together make you anxious to fuck me? I bet you wouldn't mind sticking your wanger in her yourself -- for variety's sake, would you? Why don't you go up to Gil's room and watch them fucking and sucking?" She was baiting him in a very hushed voice so that no one could possibly tell the subject of their conversation. Often she did that just to read his reaction. "Fuckee, fuckee, fuckee," she sing-songed.

"You know that's ridiculous," Victor said. "Nobody does the things we do together and we both know it, dear. After you, making love to Connie would be like..." -- he groped for words -- "... like..."

"Jacking off?" she said.

"Precisely," he said. "I couldn't have said it better."

"Good," she said, not daring to touch him in public. "That's what I wanted to hear. Yes, they're probably just bungling away, like a couple of dogs or horses. No finesse."

Victor nodded. Their conversation sometimes took an entirely different tone when they were in public. Sherry abandoned her little girl role and became the precocious girl she actually was and he spoke frankly just as he would to any other adult. "Yes," he said. "Mere copulation. Sheer getting one's rocks off. Grunt, grunt and it's all over."

"Do you really think they're already doing it?" Sherry asked.

"Who knows?" her father said. "With Gil anything's possible."

Upstairs, in Gil Turner's room, they were not doing it -- at least not yet. Gil had just mixed a pitcher of martinis and Connie sat primly across the room sipping her drink. Her legs were crossed and she jiggled the top leg slightly.

It was a nice leg -- long and smooth. Gil lay on the bed staring at her.

"You operate sort of fast, don't you, Mr. Turner?" she said.

"Always," he affirmed. "Whether in business or in pleasure I don't believe in fooling around. If an act has promise I sign 'em and work my ass off so everybody makes money. If I see a girl I like I tell her so. Why not?" Connie was wearing casual shoes but they had heels. "Stand up and walk across the room," Gil said. She stared at him briefly, surprised, then tilted her head to the side and set her martini down on the table beside her. "Why not?" she said, rising and strutting slowly about the room.

"Do you like me?"

"You wouldn't be here if I didn't," he said. "Got any boyfriends?"

"Casual dates -- you know."

"Do you swing for money or what?" Lots of the cocktail girls in Vegas, Tahoe, anyplace where there's gambling are part-time hookers. Connie certainly had the looks for it and Gil wondered if she supplemented her income with extre-curricular fucking.

"No, Mr. Turner. Some of the girls do, but I do not." Her voice was a bit icy. "It isn't my scene."

"What is your scene?"

"Right now I really don't know. I suppose someday I'll meet someone I dig, preferably with money, and get married."

"Naturally," Gil said. "The reason I ask is, I travel a lot and I get lonely. There's a lot of paper work that has to go back and forth from me to my office in New York. I could use someone like you to travel with me for a

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