His dark pinstriped suit, already betraying a slight sheen at the elbows and seat, was rumpled and creased. His sweat-dampened collar was loose and his necktie was jammed in a pocket. A wayward lock of oiled hair bobbed over his forehead as he hurried up the stairs, and the waxed cotton shoelaces of his cap-toed Oxfords were unraveling, just like his luck. To put it bluntly, the sharp wasn’t looking so sharp anymore.

Kazi, you sure stepped in it this time. Lifting rocks from that Culligan dame, of all people? You must have rocks in your goddamned head. Her uncles almost took you for a long walk off a short pier after that first stunt you pulled, and now this. Dupak!

As he crept along the hallway towards Room 98, familiar voices emanating from 94 caught his ear. He stopped for a moment to listen.

“Heaven knows I’m no angel,” a light female voice declared with a laugh. “Mr. D can attest to that.”

Still doing that Fallen Angel bit, huh?

“Julia’s right, Lloyd,” a man replied ruefully, the man whose wife and daughter had been sucking Kazi’s dick just a moment ago. “The devil himself would give up the keys to his kingdom for just one night with her.”

Kazi scarcely dared to believe his good fortune; if Julia and Lloyd were in 94 with that old bird Harvey Davenport, then their room should be empty. The coast was clear; all he needed was one minute.

Picking the lock on 98 one more time, he emptied his pockets, spreading Julia’s rings out on the dressing table, placing the diamond stud earrings back in their box, sliding the cash back into the billfold, and tucking the gold pendant necklace on the floor behind the leg of the table. Nobody’ll even know it was gone. He cast a critical eye over the scene and nodded, satisfied. In and out in sixty seconds, he congratulated himself as he stepped into the corridor and pulled the door closed behind him, a slight tremor in his hand. But I sure could use a fuckin’ drink.

The conversation in Room 94 continued as he shuffled by on his way to the basement speakeasy.

“You aren’t still carrying a torch for me, are you, Mr. D?”

“I plead the fifth, your honor,” Harvey defended himself with a hollow laugh.

“Aw, Mr. D, we agreed to put that all behind us.”

“I know. It’s not so much that. I’ve been having… uxorious problems.”

“Huh?”

“Mrs. Davenport and I haven’t been… intimate. Since her Fourth of July pageant.”

“Jesus, Mr. D, that was two months ago!”

“Don’t I know it,” Harvey laughed bitterly.

“That was the day Lloyd and I, uh, became acquainted.” She turned to Lloyd. “How many times would you say we’ve been intimate? Ten? Fifteen?”

“Thirteen, including today,” Lloyd grinned. “I’ve been keeping a log.”

“Thirteen!” Julia exclaimed. “And poor old Mr. D’s spent the whole summer with balls bluer than a jar of huckleberry jam!” She paused for a second, making a decision. “Lloyd, we gotta help him out.”

“We?” Lloyd inquired.

“Well, okay, I’ll help him out, but you can also get off at Saratoga for the fourteenth time.”

She turned back to Harvey. “So whaddaya say, Mr. D? Want me to play Misty for you, for old time’s sake?”

“Misty?” Lloyd asked, puzzled. “That’s the second time you two have said that.”

“It’s kind of our thing,” Julia giggled.

Harvey stood up, revealing the raging hard-on poking through the front of his robe. Julia’s eyes lit up and she shrugged off her robe, then stood up and let both men admire her dark green two-piece bathing costume with its mock turtleneck, short skirt, and peek-a-boo cutout in the chest. Harvey peeled the top up over her head, causing her grapefruit-sized breasts to tumble free, while Lloyd knelt and eased the shorts down her legs, revealing her springy red tuft and saucy bottom.

Julia settled herself in a plush chair and spread her legs, displaying her pink pussy to her paramours. Harvey staggered forward and fell to his knees, worshiping at her altar. Inhaling the woodsy scent of her snatch, which everyone agreed had the distinctive smell of a freshly sharpened pencil, he sighed contentedly.

“Mmm, Dixon Ticonderoga,” he breathed, stealing his wife’s joke from their tryst some four months prior.

“Well, more like dicks in Saratoga,” Julia corrected him with a languid smile. “Ticonderoga’s farther north of here, up past Lake George.”

Harvey buried his face in her cunt, snuffling and slurping it while she grabbed the back of his head and rocked her hips with her feet in the air. Lloyd, meanwhile, had shed his clothing and was standing next to Julia’s chair.

“Mrs. Campbell,” he smirked. “Time to suck your husband’s cock.”

“Jumping the gun a little bit with the Mrs., wouldn’t you say?”

“Just trying it out. It has a nice ring to it.”

“Easy with the ring talk, wise guy.”

“Sheesh, just suck my cock already!”

Julia laughed and grabbed his stiff dick, feeding it into her sultry mouth inch by inch. Lloyd placed one hand atop her head and stroked her copper curls while gently pumping his hips.

After a few minutes, Julia withdrew her mouth from Lloyd’s cock and rasped, “Let’s move to the bed.” Harvey sat back on his haunches and wiped his soggy beard with one hand as Julia stood and wobbled unsteadily across the room with Lloyd’s help.

“Mr. D, come here and lie down on your back. Are you familiar with the sixty-nine?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he replied as he crossed the room. “I wasn’t born until ‘76.”

Julia sighed to herself—This is what you get for necking with a guy who’s fifty years old—then smiled softly. “Just lie down, Mr. D. I’ll show you.”

Julia lay on top of him with her fiery bush in his face and her face in his fuckstick and said simply, “Behold. The sixty-nine.”

Harvey grinned up at her gaping gash. “Ah, I see. Like the Oriental yin and yang—two halves fitting together, each feeding the other.”

“Uh-huh. Now, don’t be shy down there. Lloyd?”

Lloyd stepped up and sank his bare cock into Julia’s unprotected pussy. Julia groaned and then began licking Harvey’s prick like a madwoman, tonguing the shaft and then swirling all around the head. Harvey tried licking her pussy but was having a difficult time with Lloyd’s cock sawing in and out. Ah, he finally realized. Don’t be shy.

He tilted back and extended his tongue, letting the shaft of Lloyd’s cock slide along it as he thrust in and out of Julia’s hot box. Tilting farther back, he tentatively tongued Lloyd’s balls. Lloyd sheathed his cock into Julia’s scabbard all the way to the hilt and held still, allowing him clear access. Harvey licked Lloyd’s salty scrotum, taking one ball at a time in his mouth, while Lloyd squirmed and held Julia’s waist, grinding his hips against her alabaster ass.

“Doing all right down there, fellas?” she teased, pumping Harvey’s dick with her hand. “I want you two to make me cum now. Eat my pussy, Mr. D; don’t hold back.”

Harvey began lapping her clit and Lloyd resumed pounding her pussy, his dick sliding along the tip of Harvey’s nose and his balls dragging across his forehead.

“Th-That’s it, Mr. D! Now p-pinch my tits!”

Julia held his cock in her mouth while he rolled her nipples between his fingers and lashed his tongue in her hood, all while Lloyd continued slamming into her from behind. When Harvey reversed his grip and caught her nipples between his knuckles and stretched them downwards, she lost it.

“Jesus! Fucking! Chriiiist!” she wailed, her cunt spasming and splashing onto Harvey’s face. As soon as she regained control of herself, she greedily devoured his dick and hammered her face up and down on it.

“Oh god, Misty!” Harvey whined as he unleashed two months’ worth of pent-up frustration into her mouth. Julia swallowed the first mouthful, then aimed his spurting cock at her tits while burping and slurping her encouragement.

“Cum on my fucking tits, Mr. D! Give me—urp—Niagara Falls! Give me Ballston fucking Spa!”

His prodigious load sprayed everywhere: her forehead, face, shoulders, arms, chest, his own stomach and legs. It was a veritable crime scene: assault and splattery.

With a roar, Lloyd pulled his cock out of Julia’s swollen slot and beat his dick mercilessly, flinging four long ropes of cum up onto her back and ass before collapsing beside her. 

After a minute’s rest, Julia rolled onto her side between the two men, jiggling her tits in Lloyd’s face and her ass in Harvey’s. “You two have been naughty, naughty boys. You’d better clean me up so I can go have a vinegar rinse without dripping all over the carpet.”

Lloyd groaned wearily and rolled to face her, sucking the slippery cum off her tasty teen titties.

“That’s it, Mr. Campbell,” she cooed, with more of Harvey’s cum oozing down her face. “Clean it up. Clean it all up.”

Harvey ran his tongue down Julia’s back from her shoulders to her waistline, noisily vacuuming up each line of Lloyd’s cum.

“Some of it leaked down into the crack of my ass, Mr. D,” she informed him, laughing softly. “Get in there, daddy. Clean up your little Maid of the Mist.”

—

After freshening up and getting dressed, Harvey wandered down to the basement bar and found his old pal Kazimierz Golonka sitting with Tommy and Daphne in a corner booth, holding court.

“I got my finger in a lotta pies,” Kazi was boasting as he swirled the ice around in his glass.

“That’s funny,” Harvey remarked drily as he slid in beside him. “Tommy does it the other way around—all of his fingers in just one pie.”

Daphne crossed her legs self-consciously under the table.

“Ferinstance,” Kazi went on, undeterred, “I know a guy in Tampa. Says there’s a lot of money to be made in real estate down there.”

“Go on,” Tommy prodded him. “What’s the catch?”

“Some of it’s legit—beautiful beachfront property. Pass-A-Grille, Treasure Island, Gulfport… You can flip it for double what you paid. Heck, you could probably buy it back and sell it again for even more! It’s a real feeding frenzy down there.”

Harvey quickly ran the numbers in his head. Pay a hundred, sell for two, profit is one. Buy again for four, now you’re down three. Sell for eight, profit is five… “Probably better to just hold it for longer and flip it for eight, but I see your point.”

 Tommy brushed a piece of lint off his trousers. “You said some of it’s legit.”

“Heh heh,” Kazi snickered as he leaned forward. “The other approach is deeding swampland sight unseen to suckers who can’t tell their ass from their elbow without an anatomy chart. It’s a fly-by-night operation, but you can make a big score before you have to pull up your tent stakes and skip town. All you need is a local number and a postbox, with one guy on the ground to answer the phone, pick up the mail, and deposit the checks.”

“Tempting,” Tommy mused, “but not really our style. Mr. Davenport, your thoughts?”

Harvey thought for a moment. “If there were still some way to scoop up beachfront property at decent prices, that would be my recommendation. Keeping it strictly legal, just capitalizing on investors’ fear and greed. That’s the fuel that’s always driving the economic engine—fear and greed.”

Tommy laughed gently. “So, all we need to do is invent a time machine and go back to last year?”

Harvey shrugged and spread his hands.

“We’d also need some seed money to get started,” Tommy pointed out.

Daphne yawned. “Well, if you geniuses are going to act on this, you may want to wait a few days. I heard on the squawk box—”

“On the what?” Harvey asked, confused.

“On the radio, Father.”

“Oh, on the wireless.”

“I heard on the radio,” Daphne began again while trying not to grind her molars, “there’s a huge storm brewing in the Caribbean, heading for Florida. Who knows what it’s going to look like down there next week.”

Harvey stared. “Daphne, I think you’ve got it!” He looked at his wristwatch and blanched, scrambling up out of his seat. “I need the telephone,” he explained as he dashed away.

All three of them stared in surprise.

“What did I say?” Daphne asked, bewildered.

“Beats me, doll,” Kazi laughed. “He’s not trying to cut us out of the deal, is he?”

“Nah,” Daphne dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand. “He doesn’t have the cash; he’s been spending it on jazz bands like you wouldn't believe. He can’t even afford to buy a refrigerator for our apartment. And besides, he’s my father; whatever money he makes, he’s going to have to spend it all on my wedding.”

Tommy gave a sputtering cough as Daphne batted her eyelashes at him. Kazi dropped his eyes to the table and grinned to himself as he slowly swirled his drink. Remember that pearl necklace I gave you, doll? Consider it an early wedding gift.

Harvey returned a moment later, out of breath but grinning like the cat that ate the canary. “I rang up the Weather Bureau in Washington for the latest bulletin.” He turned to Tommy and handed him a slip of paper. “I need you to wire one of your uncles, right now. Whichever one holds the purse strings. The markets close in twenty minutes, and won’t open again for four days.”

Tommy glanced at the note before leaping up from his seat and dashing up the stairs.

FLORIDA HURRICANE STOP
CROPS IN DANGER STOP
BUY FUTURES IMMEDIATELY STOP
SPARE NO EXPENSE STOP
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