Ace in the Hole (5 page)

Arliss Morgan decided to hone his poker skills a bit by playing in one of the smaller saloon games. Clint decided to go back to his room to make plans for this new job. Playing small-stakes poker wasn't going to do him any good. He also took the opportunity to clean his weapons.

He had finished with his rifle when there was a knock on the door. His grabbed his pistol, which was hanging in its holster on the bedpost and newly cleaned. He held the gun behind his back and went to the door.

“Who is it?”

“Andrea,” a voice said.

“And Loretta,” another voice said.

He frowned, then smiled. He hadn't thought Andrea was really serious about what she'd said, but apparently both women were. He opened the door and found them both standing there with smiles, shawls covering their dresses, bare shoulders and cleavage.

“I'll bet you thought I was kidding,” Andrea said.

“Actually, I did think that,” he said, “but I'm glad you're not. Come in, ladies.”

They entered and Clint walked to his holster and replaced the gun.

“Were you going to shoot us?” Loretta asked, removing her shawl.

“I would have shot anyone but you,” he said.

“You're sweet,” Andrea said, removing her shawl. “Do you have anything to drink?”

“I'm afraid I don't.”

Andrea brought a bottle of whiskey out from behind her back. “I swiped it from behind the bar. They'll never miss it.”

“Did you bring glasses?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I thought we'd all get naked and pass the bottle around.”

“That works for me,” Loretta said, slipping out of her dress first.

“Here,” Andrea said, handing the bottle to Clint, “you open it and start while I get undressed.”

He accepted the bottle, opened it and took a drink while Andrea's dress dropped to the floor. Both women were now naked, and Clint blessed the God that made women in a variety of sizes and shapes.

Loretta was long and lean, pale-skinned, with small breasts and brownish nipples. The patch of hair between her legs was like fire.

Andrea was shorter than her friend, even paler, with wide hips and big, rounded breasts tipped with pink nipples. Her pubic hair was like gold.

“Your turn,” Loretta said.

Clint handed Andrea the bottle. She took a sip and handed it off to Loretta while Clint removed his clothes. Since he'd been in bed with both women before, there were no surprises here, but they all still stared at each other with approval.

Loretta handed Clint the bottle. Andrea ran her hand over Loretta's hip and asked Clint, “Doesn't she have a beautiful body?”

“You both have beautiful bodies.”

“I'm so fat,” Andrea said. “I wish I was long and lean like Loretta.” She ran her hand across her friend's flat belly.

“You're not fat,” Clint said. “You're lovely.”

As if to prove it to her, he handed Loretta the bottle, then took Andrea into his arms and kissed her. She squirmed against him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. When they broke the kiss, he reached out and pulled Loretta close. When they kissed, she passed some whiskey from her mouth to his.

“Mmm,” he said as some of it ran down his chin, “it's even better that way.”

Andrea licked the whiskey from his chin and said, “Oh, you're right. And I bet I know another way it's good.”

She looked at Loretta and the two women seemed to transmit a thought to each other. They pushed Clint to the bed and down onto it, then got on either side of him. Loretta poured some whiskey into his belly button, which Andrea slurped up. Then the blonde took the bottle and poured some of the liquor onto his penis, and the redhead licked it off. By the time she was done, he was fully erect.

“You missed some,” Andrea said. She leaned over him and engulfed him in her hot mouth. At the same time Loretta bent and kissed him. Then she poured some of the whiskey onto his chest and began to lick it off. With both women's tongues and mouths working on him, he began to squirm.

Andrea released him from her mouth and said, “Come on, Loretta, honey, you're missing out.”

Loretta got down between his legs and took him into her mouth, after passing the bottle to Andrea. It was nearly empty, so she finished it and tossed it away, then moved up to sit on Clint's chest so he could lick her. He slid his hands beneath her ass and started working on her vagina enthusiastically. She reached out to take hold of the bed rail and moved her hips, moaning as he licked her. Meanwhile, Loretta was fondling Clint's testicles and sucking him avidly. He couldn't see her, but suddenly she released him from her mouth, and then he felt her straddling him. She took hold of his penis, guided it to her vagina and then sat right down on him. The two women were now both riding him and he thought that if he had a heart attack and died right there, he'd die a happy—and lucky—man.

Later the two women woke him up by passing his rigid cock back and forth to each other. At one point they were both licking it, and he had one hand on each of their heads. Finally, he decided to turn the tables on them. He got to his knees and flipped each of them onto her back. First he buried his face in Loretta's crotch, at the same time sliding his fingers in and out of Andrea's pussy. He sucked on Loretta until she screamed and pushed him away, and then he switched to Andrea, who opened her legs wide for him, holding onto her ankles. He ran his tongue up and down her wet slit, every so often driving it into her like a small penis. Finally, he concentrated his actions on her core, sliding one finger in and out of her, and then two, until she was gushing all over his face. She grabbed his head and pushed him away as Loretta had done. He got to his knees and looked at both of them as they tried to regain their breath.

“Oh, God,” Loretta said, “he's tryin' to kill us.”

“Yeah,” Andrea said, “but what a way to go.”

“Just give us a few minutes, big boy,” Loretta said, “and we'll take care of you.”

“We have to get some sleep, girls,” he said. “We need to call a truce until morning.”

Andrea smiled and said, “Well then, snuggle on up here between us, you beautiful man.”

“Okay, but no tricks,” he said.

“No tricks,” Loretta said, “honest. We promise. You tired us both out.”

He slid between them and they pulled the sheet up over the three of them. Each of the women pressed herself against him, putting her head on his chest, and he encircled them both with his arms. Their hands strayed—he ran his middle finger along the cleft between their buttocks, while they rubbed his belly and brushed against his penis—but it was all halfhearted, and finally the three of them fell into a deep sleep…

Arliss Morgan came home and found his wife sitting in the living room with a glass of wine.

“There you are,” she said, without getting up from the sofa. “I was about to send the sheriff to find you.”

“I was at the saloon.”

“Did you see Mr. Adams?”

“I did.”

He walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of wine, then joined her on the sofa.

“Is he going to do it?” she asked.

“He is.”

“Oh, darling,” she said, “that's wonderful.” She held her glass up and he clinked it with his. “That's just what you wanted. I'm so happy for you.”

“For us,” he said. “This will mean a lot of money for us, Diane.”

“I know, darling,” she said, “but it's all due to your cleverness.” She leaned over, laced her hand on his crotch and kissed his neck. She kneaded him through his pants until she felt a stirring.

“Uh-oh,” she said into his ear, “I think someone needs to go upstairs.”

“No,” he said, “right here.”

“Here? In the living room? How decadent you are, Arliss.”

He didn't want to tell her that he was afraid that by the time they got upstairs his penis would be soft again. Her hand through his trousers had aroused him and he didn't want to take a chance on missing out.

Obediently, she got to her knees in front of him and undid his trousers. He lifted his hips so she could slide them off, then took his semi-hard penis into her hands. She stroked it, and cooed to it, but it refused to get fully hard until she finally took it into her mouth.

Arliss Morgan put his head back and let out a contented sigh…

Diane worked her husband's penis until he was ready to burst, then she took him from her mouth and began to stroke him with her hand.

“No,” he said, “in your mouth—”

“I want to see it, darling,” she lied. “I want to watch you…please…”

“Oh, all right,” he said. He couldn't refuse her anything when she had him in this state.

The truth of the matter was she didn't want her husband ejaculating into her mouth. This was good enough for him. She could hear his breathing quickening and then he lifted his hips, groaned aloud, and his penis shot a small amount of semen, which simply trickled down his shaft. It was all he was good for these days, she thought, no matter how hard she tried.

“There you go,” she said, hoping he wouldn't want her to lick it off. “Now how about some leftover roast? And then you can finally tell me all about your plan.”

Clint killed time for the next two days. He sat on a chair in front of his hotel during the day, went to the saloon in the evenings, and spent his nights with either Andrea or Loretta or both. It was amazing to him to be able to find two women who were such good friends that they could share a man.

He also went to the livery and found a horse to rent for the banker, although he was wondering if he shouldn't get a buggy for the man instead. After all, Morgan was in his sixties and had spent many years behind a desk. He decided to ask him about it the day before they were to leave.

He picked out what supplies they'd need and told the clerk at the general store that they'd be picking them up at the end of the week. The man said since it was for the banker, Morgan, he'd open early Friday morning and have it all ready for them. Since there was only about a gunny sack full, Clint didn't see where this was such a sacrifice for the man to make, but he didn't say anything.

Tito Calhoun rode into Virginia City the day before Clint and Morgan were scheduled to leave. He had answered Tom Kent's telegram immediately with a simple reply of “I'LL BE THERE.”

Kent had no idea what Calhoun's attitude would be when he arrived. Would he be angry that he'd spent time in prison? Angry at Kent for being a lawman and part of that system? Happy to be out of prison? He knew he'd just have to wait until his one-time friend arrived.

Kent was seated in a chair in front of his office when Calhoun rode down the street on a worn-out looking dun. He rode right past the lawman without looking at him, which Kent had expected. They didn't want anyone to see them together. Calhoun also rode past the more expensive hotels in town and stopped at the far end, at a hotel that looked as if it would fall down with the first good wind that came along.

Kent got up from his chair, but when he stepped into the street, he went in the opposite direction, toward the house that Diane shared with her husband, Arliss Morgan.

All Tito Calhoun knew was that he'd received a telegram from Tom Kent asking him to come to Virginia City “for work.” Since he was just out of prison and had no money, he decided to answer the call. He stole a horse and rode to town. By the time he arrived, the horse was stove in and ready to collapse.

“Here,” Calhoun said, handing the liveryman the reins, “you can have it.”

“Mister,” the man said, “this horse ain't no good no more.”

“I know.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I don't care,” Calhoun said.

Calhoun knew the liveryman was judging him by his clothes, which were the same ones he'd had on when he was arrested three years ago. They were as worn as his holster and his gun. He needed to replace all of them. Maybe this job would enable him to do that.

They'd given him three dollars when he got out of prison. He still had a dollar, enough for a meal but not a hotel room. Still, he'd checked into the cheapest hotel he could find. He figured when he took this job, Kent would pay for the hotel. Hopefully, he'd also pay for new duds and a new gun and rig.

“Don't you want the saddle?” the liveryman asked.

“Sure,” Calhoun said, “keep it aside for me. You sell horses?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I'll be back,” Calhoun said.

He left the livery and went to his cheap hotel room. Run-down as it was, the bed was still better than what he had slept on for three years in Huntsville. He lay down on his back and waited.

Kent realized that Arliss Morgan was home, so there was no way he could get to Diane at that moment. Instead, he decided to perform his rounds, which eventually brought him to the hotel Calhoun had checked into.

“Got a stranger checked in today, Sheriff,” the middle-aged clerk said.

“That a fact?”

“Looks like a hard case just got out of prison,” the clerk said. “His clothes is all wore out.”

“Guess I better see what he wants in Virginia City,” Kent said. “Thanks, Orson.”

“Sure thing, Sheriff.”

Kent went upstairs and knocked on Calhoun's door.