“Okay,” she said, “keep your finger in your ear. It’s starting to look attractive that way.”
Stone took a big slug of his drink. “God, I needed that.”
“You know,” Dino said, “this is the funniest evening I’ve ever spent in this joint. I’ve never laughed so much.”
“It’s good for you,” Elaine said.
Stone looked up to see Mitzi Reynolds walk into the restaurant, and she headed for his table.
She gave him a kiss. “Don’t tell me, you’ve lost the little wire, and you’ve got your finger in your ear so they can’t hear you downtown.”
“Drop it,” Stone said.
She leaned over and whispered in his left ear. “Rita Gammage is outside in a limo; why don’t you and I join her, and we’ll go down to your house and have some fun.”
“What, with this thing in my ear?”
“I’ll show you how to get it out without the wire,” she said.
“You’re on,” Stone replied. “Will you excuse us?” he said to Elaine and Dino before tossing back his drink.
“What, you’re not eating?” Elaine said, looking shocked. “You took up a whole table, and you’re not eating?”
“Dino’s the one taking up the table,” Stone said, “and he’s eating. Maybe I’ll eat later.”
“What’s going on?” Dino asked.
“Something’s come up,” Stone replied.
Mitzi leaned over and whispered, “Something’s going to come up.”
They left the restaurant and got into the rear seat of the limo. Rita was there, and she kissed Stone and continued to kiss him as they rode downtown, while Mitzi unzipped his fly and got a hand inside.
“This is working,” she said.
Stone still had a finger in his ear. They got to his house and upstairs. “How do I get this thing out?” he asked. Rita was working on his buttons.
“Stand over the bedside table,” she said, “with the right side of your head down. Stick your finger in your left ear, hold your nose with your right hand, take a deep breath and blow, but hold your breath in.”
Stone followed the instructions and the bug popped out onto the table. “Thank God,” he said.
Rita had his shirt off, and Mitzi was getting his trousers down. After another few seconds of the frantic shedding of clothes, the lights were turned off, and they were all naked in bed.
Stone lay on his back while somebody kissed him and somebody else had his penis in her mouth. He couldn’t tell which was which in the dark, but it hardly mattered. He did what he could with his hands, then somebody mounted him and somebody else sat on his face. He could not remember such a medley of sensations.
AFTER A WHILE, they all lay in a heap, panting and sweating.
“So, Stone,” somebody asked, “how was that?”
Stone was panting too hard to reply.
“Again?” the other voice said.
“You’d better start without me,” Stone said, and they did, while he explored their bodies with his fingers, entering here and there. The two girls were talking to each other and to him, issuing instructions while they played, then they both seemed to come again, nearly simultaneously.
“Let’s order a pizza,” someone, perhaps Mitzi, said.
“What kind?” Rita asked.