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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?

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The Honey and the Hustler
(FM, exh, FF, nc)
By: Punchinello


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 through 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 through 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 through 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 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 open 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, and Stephanie 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 phase 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
Jerry's jism 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 with
up against the wall like they'd done it that way before. Stephanie
smiled.

"How does it feel, Joe?" Stephanie asked putting on her skirt and .
"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 through a straw."

"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. "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, "Don't do it, Joe. Put it
down. 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."



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