As
my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see she was very cute and
overly made up.  Suddenly, she sat up, got up and stood rather close
to me and said, "What can I do for you, honey?  You sellin'
somethin' or buyin' somethin?"

     With that I told her about my reason for being there and wanted
to know if I could show her mommy some samples and, of course, give
her the free gift.

     "Cut the mommy shit, junior.  Mommy don't live here anymore.
And, as far the free gift, I'll take it before any of the other
kitties come down from upstairs.  If the gift is nice, I got a free
gift for you, too."

     I gave her the gift, she looked it over carefully and said,
"Hey, honey that's nice for keeping girlie secrets in.  Thank you
very much.  Now, for your free gift."

     I stammered and stuttered that nothing like this had ever
happened before, but I couldn't accept a free gift from my customers
and, besides, I wanted to show her my samples.

     "Hey, honey, that's great.  You show me your samples after I
show you my free samples."  With that, she reached up and opened the
sweater to display her rather large titties and immediately closed
the sweater again.  In one smooth move of her hands from sweater to
the top of her dungaree shorts, she slipped the shorts down far
enough for me to get a good look at her pussy and then immediately
pulled the shorts back up and said, "There.  You saw what I got to
offer and now you show me what you got to offer and maybe we can
make a little deal.  Would you like that, pretty baby?"

     Man, oh man.  Julie didn't cover any situation like this and I,
truly, didn't know what to say or do.  I was beginning to wish I had
stayed in my territory and avoided crossing this damn street.  Just
as I was stammering out some crappy nonsense about showing her my
sample case three more girls came down a flight of stairs all in
various modes of undress.  One with just panties and a brassiere,
one with just an open kimono on that hid nothing and the other was
dressed in a little short ballerina type skirt with, obviously, no
panties on underneath.  By this time I was not only stammering and
making no sense, I was beginning to sweat profusely.  I had no idea
what I had walked into, but I was wishing like crazy that I could
get the hell out of there.

     The one with the sweater said, then, "Honey, you look nervous,
but you got a big bulge in your pants.  Do we turn you on?"

     Jesus, what do you say to a question like that?  So, I blurted
out with, "It's nothing.  I'm just nervous, that's all."

     The girls nearly fell down laughing with that dumb remark and
the one with the open kimono said, "Katie just showed you her free
gifts, you can see mine and, by the way, my name is Karen, the
gorgeous blonde here playing the ballerina bit is Sue and the one
with the bra and panties on is Allie.  Now that you know who we are,
what is your name, sweet thing?"

     I could barely get it out and, even then had to stop and think
what my name was.  Finally, stammering and stuttering and blushing
like a dolt I muttered, "Mike."

     "Girls, meet bashful Mike.  Well, honey, what do you have to
show us?  All of our goodies, well most of them, are on display and
we haven't a clue as to what your goodies are.  Why don't you unzip
that fly and let us take a look at your goody machine or, perhaps,
you have something else to show us.  Come on, Mike, don't keep
secrets from the four.  We just want to make you happy, don't we
ladies?"

     As the other three chorused what sounded like "we sure do" or
something like that, I opened the sample case and started into my
opening sales pitch.  As I was doing this, I passed out the
catalogue and handed each girl one and told them to follow page by
page as I introduced what I had to offer.  This caught their
attention rather quickly and all four of them sat down on various
settees and chairs, all displaying titties and pussys like there was
no tomorrow.  All sitting in very unlady like positions.  Man it was
difficult trying to get the spiel out especially when one would find
something of interest and yell out, "Hey, Karen, look a t the cunt
on page 22.  She's got bigger tits than you have and Allie, look at
that ass on page 19.  Don't you wish you had an ass like that.
Jeez, what a pretty butt."  This, of course, elicited rebuttals and
cat calls and cries of, "let the kid talk fer cripes sake."

     On I went until, finally, Karen just stood up, dropped her
kimono on the floor and balls ass naked, walked up, took a pair of
panties out of my display case and as quick as a wink slipped them
on and went parading around the room.  While I was trying to recover
from this, Allie took a bra and some stockings and put the m on and
then the free for all began.  Each girl taking something and putting
it on, removing it and trying something else and I was losing all
track of what was going where.  Here I am, trying to be businesslike
in a room with four goofy females parading around stark naked at one
time, stockings and nothing else the next, panties and bra the next
until I could stand the mess no longer an d just sat down and wanted
to tell them all to go to hell.  I had no idea what sort of setup
this was.  Finally, they all settled down with what they had chosen
for themselves and Karen, who seemed to be the spokeswoman, said,
"Girls, stop it.  Ya' got the kid all upset and his hard on has
disappeared.  Shame on you all."  Turnin g to me she said, "Sweet
thing, we'll take all ya' got in that case.  Now how about that
girls?  Ya' wanna give the kid a break.  Buy what ya' got in your
hand or buy more if ya' want and need it.  These things are really
nice lookin'.  Bettern' anything any of us own right now for sure.
How about that, honey?  Ya' wanna talk a deal?"

     Deal?  What the hell was this place?  So, I said in a quavering
voice, "What kind of a deal?.  What is this place a sorority house
or what?"

     Sorority house broke them up and they did an, almost,
hysterical round of laughter and thigh slapping and pounding the
arms of their chairs.  Sorority, indeed.

     "Honey, you really are naive.  You really don't know what this
place is do you?"  I shook my head no and she went on with.  We're

pussy peddlers, honey, this is a cat house.  I guess my ignorance
showed, because she went on by saying, "You don't know what a cat
house is, either, do you?"  Another shake of my head and she said,
"We haul men's ashes in here; we sell female goodies to men who need
that sort of thing; this is a cunt cafeteria; a pussy parlor; a
whorehouse, honey."

     Oh, Jeepers.  A whorehouse?  Jesus, how do I get out of this?
As I stood there dumbfounded, Katie, out of her cutoff dungarees and
sweater and dressed, now, in one of our better nighties, stood up
and said, "Mike, I been sittin' here gettin' prices out of the
catalogue on all the stuff the girls got.  Between the four of us,
we got nearly $260 dollars worth of stuff.  Here's our offer.  Each
girl is a specialist in somethin' or other.  Me, I like to fuck
better than anything, but I dabble in blow jobs and around the
worlds.  Karen, takes it anyway you can find to give it to her.  Sue
is a contortionist and can give you a screw that really looks like
your bein' screwed, man she can twist into all sorts of pretzel
shapes while you slam it home.  Allie is our aristocrat an d does it
kinda cool like.  She uses ice cubes and kitty cats.  She'll give
you a thrill like you ain't never had before.  Now, with $260
dollars of credit, that's 130 visits here. Whatta ya' say?  Is it a
deal?"

     "Man, no, it ain't no deal.  Jesus, I gotta replace all of that
stuff and it ain't for sale in the first place.  130 visits, my ass.
That would take me a year, even if I was able to come 2 o r 3 times
a week and I know I won't be able to do that.  No, sir, ladies.  No
deal!"

     "Okay, no deal.  Tell ya' what, though.  Let's do this.  We
keep what we got.  We pay you for your samples, whatever they cost,
and, as we ain't busy right now, we play a little game.  Russian
roulette via the pussy method.  No,no,no,no..just listen fer a
minute and I'll explain before you start bitchin'.  Here's how it
goes.  We blind fold you, we all get situated and can move whenever
we want, but not out of this room.  In other words, we will change
positions and chairs and all that stuff, but there will be somebody
in each chair or settee just as you see us now.  We won't cheat you.
Now, what you do is this.  You go from one to another and using any
method you want try to identify each girl; by smell, by feel of her
titties, her pussy, her hair or whatever.  When you feel able, just
put your hand on each one and say this is so and s o and this is so
and so and for each one you get right, that girl will have to pay
you for the things she wants to buy right here an d right now and
you can go home broke or wealthy.  In order to give you every chance
each girl will stay right where she is right at this moment and you
can go to each one, smell her hair, feel her pussy, smell her
perfume, her armpits, her ass, her cunt, her feet

or whatever.  Feel her tits and get an idea of the size of each
girls breast; notice, none of us has the same size titties, feel her
crotch and get an idea of how the hair feels and that sort of thing.
You can tell a lot by that.  Put your dick in each girl an d test
for the depth of her twat.  You can tell a lot by that.  Kiss
her and feel her tongue and lips; you can tell a lot that way.  Use
your imagination, have fun and, maybe, identify each of us and
collect the entire amount here, now, on the spot.  Game?"

     No, I wasn't game.