Kazimierz Golonka sat hunched over the bar, leaning on his elbows and idly swirling the ice that was diluting the remains of his vodka tonic.

Kazi, you dumb bastard. You just had to help yourself to an extra crate. And now you can’t show your face in Buffalo or Toronto. He patted the train ticket to Montréal in his breast pocket with a sigh. And if this little detour doesn’t work out, you’d better start learning French.

A young couple stepped up to the bar, interrupting his self-flagellation. “Could we get a pitcher of gin rickeys?” the young woman asked the bartender. “And four glasses. We’re going to the soaking pools.”

Kazi stole a glance out of the corner of his eye. Now there’s a ripe tomato, he grinned inwardly, noting her fashionably short black hair and navy blue bathing costume under her robe. I’d sure like to give her a squeeze. Her companion was tall, with tousled red hair, wearing a black and white striped bathing costume, tanktop and shorts, under his robe. Christ, get a load of this beanpole, Kazi thought with an audible snort. He looks like he’s on the swim team at Sing Sing.

“Gesundheit,” Tommy quipped, then called to the bartender. “You can charge it to Room 98.”

“Isn’t that Jules and Lloyd’s room?” Daphne whispered, too low for Kazi to hear.

Tommy chuckled softly. “Don’t worry; I’ll pay them back,” he muttered under his breath. “Just playing a little joke.”

The bartender returned, glancing at a copy of the registration list. “Room 98, certainly. I’ll send the drinks up to the soaking area right away, Mr. and Mrs. Campbell.”

Tommy winked at Daphne, escorting her up the stairs out of the basement speakeasy. Kazi drained his glass, swung off the barstool, and slapped a 1923 Monroe Doctrine Centennial half dollar onto the bar. “Thanks for the drink, mac. I gotta see a guy about a horse.”

—

94, 96… Here we are. Room 98.

Kazi made short work of picking the lock, then eased the door open and slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes took in the room, noting the scattered clothes on the floor and a towel lying in front of the closed door to the washroom. Lazy slobs. Hope you’re having a good time at the spa. He crossed the room to the dressing table and picked up a thin gold pendant necklace, its single diamond sparkling. Not bad, he grunted with satisfaction as he thrust it into his pocket, then reached for the drawer. What else have we got?

Just then he heard the squeak of a faucet being turned. Whipping around, he panicked for only a second. No time to make it to the door. He dove under the bed as the washroom door opened.

“Do you think they’ll still be down there?” a pair of men’s feet padded out.

“Oh, I’m sure,” a pair of women’s feet followed, their toenails painted bright red. “Mrs. D could spend all day in the tub if you let her.” The bedsprings groaned as she sat on the bed. “And now that you’ve licked those two loads of cum off my tits, I’m ready to soak in the baths myself.”

Kazi almost whacked his head on the underside of the bedframe.

“I’m always glad to be of service. Shall we go?”

“Hang on, let me take off my rings. I don’t know what the mineral water will do to them.” She stood up and Kazi heard the clackety-clack of metal on wood. “Huh, I thought I left my necklace here on the table.”

“You don’t think—”

“What?”

“Curtis wouldn’t have taken it, would he?”

“After that story about his mama? No way.”

“Hmm. Maybe Daphne borrowed it?”

“Could be, although we usually check with each other first before taking anything. I’ll ask her.”

The two pairs of feet exited the room, and Kazi heard the door close and the lock snap into place. He gave it a couple of minutes before rolling out from under the bed and dusting off his dark pinstriped suit. Humming a merry little tune, he swept the rings off the tabletop, plucked a pair of diamond stud earrings from a velvet box, then removed the billfold from the trousers on the floor and emptied it. Not a bad haul, he grinned as he checked his hair in the mirror and slicked it back again. I’ll take the cash to the track and keep the ice as a little insurance policy.

He put an ear to the door. Hearing nothing, he slipped out into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind him until he heard the snick of the lock. He sang quietly as he strolled away, his pockets jangling.

“Camptown ladies sing this song, Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
Camptown racetrack’s five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day!”

—

“Honey, I thought you were watching your drinking,” Delilah said with a frown as Daphne picked up the second pitcher of gin rickeys and began refilling her own glass. They were seated opposite each other in a small soaking pool in a private room, with Tommy and Harvey lounging at the other two cardinal points.

“You seem to be watching it enough for both of us, Mother,” Daphne needled her. “But I’ve learned what my limit is. Two drinks should be fine.”

Harvey cut in with a chuckle. “Darling, she’s well chaperoned. She has both her father and her, uh—” he flailed, waving a hand in Tommy’s direction, momentarily at a loss for words.

Daphne immediately filled the awkward silence, squeezing Tommy’s arm at the waterline and mooning up at him. “My beau. My Romeo. My sheik. My dreamboat. My Don Juan. My loverboy. My swain. My milkman. My soda jerk—”

“Mercy me!” Delilah tittered. “Although I know he serves one heck of an egg cream!”

“Ugh!” Daphne groaned, then turned to Tommy. “See what I have to put up with?”

Tommy darted his eyes from side to side like a trapped animal as his ears burned red.

Harvey attempted to come to his rescue. “Lay off the poor fellow, would you?” he laughed. “Although, Daphne, you did leave out My Valentino.”

“Aw, Father, have a heart! Valentino died just a couple of weeks ago. Didn’t you see it in the papers?”

“I generally skip the gossip pages,” Harvey admitted.

“This was front page news! A hundred thousand people turned out for the funeral. Pola Negri was draped all over his coffin, wailing like Cleopatra at Antony’s tomb.” She took a sip of her drink before sneering, “Good thing asps aren’t native to the East Eighties, or we might have lost her too.”

“Oh, well, if the funeral was on the Upper East Side, it’s no wonder I missed it. That crosstown traffic is a nightmare.”

“Honey,” Delilah interrupted, returning to the subject of Tommy’s ejaculate, “you can’t blame a gal for being curious. I didn’t really get to check out the goods when you blew all five of the Culligan boys.”

“Mother, enough!”

“Come on, honey,” Delilah badgered her daughter with a devilish smile. “I just want to look, not touch.”

The gin was hitting Daphne harder than expected. “Just like old times, huh, Mother?” she said bitterly. “Re-enacting New Year’s Eve on Labor Day weekend?”

“What are you proposing?” Delilah purred. “That we each blow somebody, side by side?”

“Sure, why not?” Daphne agreed with a surly laugh. “I’ll blow Tommy, and you’ll blow…” She looked at her father and stopped herself. “...somebody else. Do what you want. I don’t care.”

Harvey was already climbing out of the pool. “Let me get dried off, then I’ll find someone.” He took a moment to towel himself off. “Will you be needing me for cleanup duty?”

“Maybe,” Delilah laughed. “Unless Lloyd shows up first.”

Harvey threw on a robe and left the soaking room, trying out different phrases in his head as he strode along the corridor. Good afternoon, sir; would you care to be serviced by my wife? Too formal. Meased to pleat you, sport; how’d you like to skull my old lady? Too collegiate. He turned the corner and collided with a man wearing a dark pinstriped suit.

“Oof!”

They both staggered back a step or two but recovered quickly. It took Harvey a second to place his face.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Charlie Palooka!”

“Excuse me?”

“My apologies; I believe you were calling yourself Jack Frost that night. April fifth. My wife’s fortieth birthday party. The Wisteria Ballroom in Manhattan.” Harvey paused for emphasis before lowering his voice to a growl. “You got Julia Culligan coked up and then pimped her out for five bucks a pop.”

Kazi’s eyes widened. “I— I—”

Harvey chuckled, not unkindly. “Actually, I have to thank you, Charlie. Julia and I would never have gotten together if it weren’t for you.”

A bead of sweat ran down Kazi’s temple.

“So, no real harm done, in the end,” Harvey continued. “Remind me your name?”

Kazi’s shoulders slumped. “Kazimierz Golonka, sir.”

“Harvey Davenport. So what are you doing here in Saratoga? Aren’t you supposed to be cooling your heels in Buffalo?”

“Well, some business associates convinced me to take a little vacation. For my health.”

“That appears to be a recurring theme with you.”

Kazi nodded glumly. “Look, Mr. Davenport, I remember what you did for me that night. You saved me from getting a mouth full of bloody chiclets—”

“Or worse.”

“Or worse. Look, I promise I’m not going back to New York. I’ve got a ticket to Montréal in my pocket if you don’t believe me. I stopped off here to play the ponies and try for one last score. I’ll be gone tomorrow and you’ll never see me again. I’m not going within a hundred miles of that Culligan girl. Scout’s honor.”

Over Kazi’s shoulder, Harvey saw Julia and Lloyd descending the staircase at the far end of the hallway. “C’mere, you knucklehead,” he said as he yanked Kazi around the corner. “I don’t have time to explain, but I need a favor.” He sighed. “My wife needs to suck somebody’s dick.”

“Come again?”

“Sure, if you’ve got two of ‘em in you,” Harvey replied. “Bottom line—if you help me with this, I’ll do my best to convince the Culligan crew to let bygones be bygones.”

“Is this on the level, Davenport? Your wife polishes my knob, and you get the Culligans to lay off? Sounds like a win-win for me.”

“On the level, Golonka. Scout’s honor.” Harvey took Kazi by the shoulders and turned him in the proper direction, then gave him a gentle shove in the back, propelling him down the corridor. “Soaking room number three. Tell ‘em Harvey sent you.” Turning the corner, he feigned surprise. “Lloyd, Misty, there you are! Say, would you two mind escorting me back to my room? I’m feeling a bit peaked and need to lie down.” 

—

Kazi entered the soaking room without knocking and did a double-take. A pile of swimming clothes—navy blue, black and white stripes—lay on the deck next to some robes. The tall red-headed man—Mr. Campbell?—was standing in the pool with his bare ass exposed, while his lady friend—Mrs. Campbell?—was in the pool, bobbing her head on his erect cock. An older woman—the birthday girl—was seated beside them, eagerly watching the proceedings and rubbing her enormous bare breasts that floated on the surface.

Kazi cleared his throat. “Harvey sent me?”

Delilah tore her eyes away from Tommy’s glistening cock and sized him up. “Hmm, I think you’ll do, handsome,” she giggled. “Come on in.”

Kazi quickly stripped off his clothes and eased himself into the pool. Delilah took his flaccid dick and began stroking it. “Let’s whip this thing into shape,” she smirked as it began stirring and growing in her hand. When it was sufficiently hard, she sank her mouth onto it and worked her head up and down as he groaned his approval.

Regaining his usual bravado, Kazi decided to lay it on thick. “So…” nodding in Daphne’s direction, “Do you and your sister make a habit of doing this?” Daphne rolled her eyes and continued sucking Tommy’s hard cock, but Delilah lapped it up like a kitten in a creamery.

“Aren’t you a charmer?” she giggled before plunging her head back onto his stiff dick, keeping one eye on him and one eye on Tommy’s tool.

“You’re the charmer, miss,” Kazi replied shamelessly. “A real snake charmer, if you get my meaning.”

Daphne popped her mouth off Tommy’s bouncing boner. “Mother, are you blushing? I swear!”

“There’s something special about this fella, some kind of spark.” Delilah shrugged. “Too bad you’ll never find out.”

Daphne, with an assist from two potent gin rickeys, fell for it. “All right, Mother, that does it! We’re switching places.” She sloshed over and pushed Delilah out of the way, then slid Kazi’s slick cock between her lips and began pumping it for all she was worth.

Tommy looked down at her and chuckled lightly. “Well, Daph, we had a pretty good streak going there. What was it, five, six months?”

Continuing to jerk Kazi’s dick with one hand, Daphne pointed at Tommy with the other. “We’re still together, you and I,” she informed him in a slurpy voice. “This is just a—what do you call it?—a furlough. Mother, would you hurry up and blow my boyfriend so he quits complaining?”

Boyfriend? Kazi wondered. Not husband?

Delilah maneuvered her ample frame around her daughter and engulfed Tommy’s hot cock with her salacious mouth.

“Oh, damn!” Tommy groaned in ecstasy. “Mrs. Davenport!”

Delilah caught Daphne’s eye and waggled her eyebrows. Honey, there’s only one queen bee in this hive.

Daphne rolled her eyes again, and proceeded to suck Kazi’s cock like an electric Hoover. (The vacuum cleaner, not the Secretary of Commerce. Although, who knows what he had gotten up to at the house on H Street? Anything was possible during the Harding administration.)

Delilah matched her stroke for stroke, pounding Tommy’s prick with her hot mouth. As both men began moaning and flexing, she pointed at her chest and then at Daphne’s with an inquiring look.

Daphne nodded her agreement. Both Davenport women redoubled their efforts until—

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Kazi yelped as his Polish sausage shot six thick trails of sperm onto Daphne’s tits.

“Daaamn!” Tommy roared as his dancing dick drubbed Delilah’s big boobs with half a dozen fat lines of jism.

Both men fell back against the edge of the pool, spent. In an unspoken agreement, mother and daughter switched places again, then rose from the water like U-boats stalking a pair of crippled battlecruisers in the North Sea.

“Time to swab the decks,” Delilah grinned wickedly.

“Wha-?” Kazi croaked, just in time to get a fat cum-covered tit jammed in his mouth.

“Clean it up, you little punk,” she hissed, pinching his chin between her thumb and forefinger. Kazi complied, dutifully licking and sucking Tommy’s cum off her huge hooters.

Daphne presented her goopy girlies to Tommy with a smile. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” she laughed. He shrugged and bent down to lick her tits clean of Kazi’s creamy cum.

Everyone took a moment to catch their breath before clambering out of the pool.

“What’s your name, stranger?” Delilah asked as she dried herself off.

“Kazi.”

“Well, Kazi, it’s always nice to make new friends on vacation. Harvey and I are in Room 94 and those two are in Room 96 if you’re interested in dropping by later.”

Kazi’s mouth was one step ahead of his brain. “Don’t you mean 98?”

“No,” Delilah answered with one eyebrow raised. “Lloyd and Julia are in Room 98.”

Kazi’s heart skipped a beat. “Ju-Julia?”

“Julia Culligan, but she’s traveling as Julia Campbell if anyone asks,” Delilah tittered.

“Julia Culligan,” Kazi echoed blankly. “In Room 98.”

“She’s Tommy’s cousin,” Delilah added, nodding in Tommy’s direction as he wrapped himself in his robe. “I swear, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a Culligan around here.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” Kazi replied in a strained voice, gathering his pile of clothes while taking care that nothing spilled out of the pockets, “I gotta see a guy about a horse.”

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