The book details a sequence of adventurous events in the lives of two interesting men, York Kelsey and Biff Hardy. Both are well built but Biff is taller and more muscular and possesses more of a streetwise countenance. Two of the initial episodes take place in interesting cities---New Orleans and Miami---and in dynamic centers of these cities---Bourbon Street and Calle Ocho. In Miami they became acquainted with the beautiful Latin Maria and she and Biff initiate a longstanding relation. Three of the adventures describe how Anna, a woman York loves, who is a Clinical Psychologist, as well as the two men, Biff and York, lose their virginity. The three enjoy telling these stories to one another.
Biff and York join the US Army and after going through a rigorous 16-week infantry basic cycle, they are assigned to Fort Knox, Kentucky. In Louisville they meet a sloe-eyed beauty named Laura and two attractive sisters, June and May. June is a buxom blond who is Louisville city tennis champion. Their next military assignment is to the Dew Line Project that takes them to Point Barrow, Alaska.
York is able to regress to earlier periods of his life through dreams and day dreams.
York Kelsen and Biff Hardy first met at The Southeastern Business Administration Conference
in New Orleans, Louisiana. The conference was held at the famous, luxurious Monteleone Hotel, which is located on Rue Royale, just
a block from Bourbon Street, hence is at the beginning of the French Quarter. This hotel gave special conference rates. But all of
the rooms were doubles, so that if a person stayed without a roommate, the price would be for a double room. If two persons shared
a room, however, they would each pay half that amount.
York came to the city first and registered late in
the afternoon. He posted a message on the bulletin board saying that he was looking for a roommate. By the time he went off for a
bucket of ice and unpacked his belongings, there was a message for him. It was from a fellow named Biff Hardy from Miami, Florida.
York was from Miami, too. It wasn’t long before Biff moved in with York.
After a while York said, “Shall we explore the French Quarter?”
Biff
said, “I like the idea. Let’s do that.”
They strolled up and down the Quarter noticing the many attractive restaurants, the stores
devoted solely to the selling of masks, as a carryover from Mardi Gras, and the establishments offering sexual pleasures.
York said,
“When dusk falls, the police insert metal poles in holes in the road at the ends of the Quarter so that cars can not enter the area.
This makes it possible for people to walk along the center of Bourbon Street, some of them singing and dancing and drinking beer from
plastic cups.”
Music was coming from everywhere, much of it traditional jazz.
York and Biff stopped and read some of the menus,
which were posted at the entrances to the restaurants. Biff said, “Let’s leave the bright lights and music of the French Quarter and
walk uptown, down by the Mississippi River.”
York agreed and said, “Why not take one of these carriages?”
There they found a more
low key and inexpensive restaurant called High Note New Orleans Grub that served favorite local dishes, such as crawfish pies, stuffed
artichokes, smoked Cajun sausage, shrimp Creole, blackened redfish, Cajun Gumbo, and Jambalaya.
Apparently, in New Orleans, going to
a restaurant isn’t something you do before you go out; it is the reason you go out.
After a sumptuous meal of seafood platters at The
High Note followed by key lime pie, they returned to their room and played cool jazz CDs, such as that emitted from the horns of Chet
Baker and Miles Davis. They occupied the twin beds and read a bit.
York said, “I suppose we should attend some meetings of the conference.
After all, that is the main reason we are here in New Orleans.”
The men decided to eat away from the Monteleone again for a late
evening meal. As they exited from the hotel a black, stretch limousine with darkly tinted windows pulled up. The chauffeur came around
and opened the back door. He was wearing a sharkskin suit and shiny, black, patent leather shoes and must have been seven feet tall
and weighing over 300 pounds. His black shades made it impossible to see his eyes and a shiv was sticking out of his side pocket.
He wore a scowl and was not a fellow York and Biff would want to cross. Two absolutely stunning Black women wearing fur coats emerged
from the limousine. One of them stood right in front of Biff and pressed herself against him.
She said, “Would
you like to have some fun, tough guy? I like your looks.”
Biff said, “You tempt me, daughter. How do you feel
about this, York?”
York said, “This sort of thing sounds to be far more important than anything else we had
planned for the evening.”
The men took the beauties by the hand and all four went back into the Monteleone
and rode the elevator up to their floor. On entering the room, the women gave the men a pleasant surprise by opening their fur coats
and revealing that they wore nothing underneath.
Biff picked up his woman and carried her to the bed nearest
the window, and York took the other lovely Black woman by the hand and led her to the vacant bed. Biff’s woman, who was named Lila,
was tan skinned and had a pleasant lilt to her voice. She may have been from the islands. And York’s girl friend, Whitney, was ebony
skinned and had scrumptious breasts that pointed up and out with dark nipples the size of a Kennedy silver dollar.
The two men stripped down and their arousal was evident.
Whitney was lying on her back and she said, “York,
stroke me for a while to get both of us warmed up. That’s it. Yes! Just like that.” She surprised York by suddenly flipping him over
so that he was lying on his back and she was sitting on his belly. This “woman-on-top” position was satisfying to her.
Lila said, “Biff, place that nice white, puffy pillow under my bum to give us some elevation.” He does so and they caress each other
for a while and then she too induces a switch. Lila ends up on her hands and knees and Biff is behind her, mounting her. All four
are naked now. Biff complies and they are locked in sexual joy. As he pushes forward with his hips she backs against him, until her
buttocks are pressed against his belly. And the delicious cycle repeats over and over.
Whitney is the first of the four to enjoy orgasm
and her eyes are rolling back in her head. The other three soon follow suit, Lila emitting a shriek. The two men were proud of themselves
having brought the two professional prostitutes to orgasm.
After the culmination of the sheer pleasure and
a leisurely cooling off period the two lovely women said, in chorus, “Time to pay up boys.”
Biff said, in
his gruff, tough guy voice, “Pay up for what?”
Lila said, “For the pleasure we have just given you.”
Biff said, “And didn’t we give you some pleasure too?”
York said, “And how much would we owe you gals?”
Whitney said, “The total bill will be $500.”
York said, “We can’t come up with that amount.”
Lila said, “How much can you come up with?”
finally said, “We
can pay you $75 each--- $150 dollars in all.”
Whitney pushed a button on her caller and the women went into
a huddle. Soon there was a loud knocking on the door. Whitney said, “The door is unlocked. Come in.”
The huge
chauffeur barged in and sized up York and Biff. He confronted Biff, the toughest of these two Miami denizens, and said, “I understand
you gentlemen are not willing to pay for the excellent service you received.”
Biff stood up to him, although
he was nowhere near the chauffeur’s size in height or in weight. “We cannot and will not pay $500.”
Biff attempted
to block the chauffeur’s fist, but he wasn’t quick enough and ended up with a broken nose from which bright red blood spurted. Lila
stopped the flow with a scarf.
Whitney and Lila, like York and Biff, didn’t want to see any more violence.
Lila said, “I have a solution. During the next several days you two visitors to New Orleans will serve us as pimps and will answer
to our super pimp, this chauffeur. His name is Twobow. You two Miamians are friends or at least acquaintances of a number of the professionals
attending this conference and so can drum up business for us.”
And she extracted a pile of glossy photos
from the pocket of her fur coat. They were professionally done and showed Lila and Whitney at their best in various stages of dress,
including nudity.
Whitney said, “You will show these photos to your friends and colleagues and tell them about us. Some of them will
be loaded with money and can easily afford our services. In the meantime, give us the $150.” The two beautiful women took the money
offered by the two denizens from Miami and they and their chauffeur left the room.
By looking at the Directory
of Conference Members in attendance, together with background information concerning academic or industrial affiliation, York and
Biff gained some knowledge of potential customers for the two Black women. There would probably be an advantage to dealing with professionals
from industry, rather than the academic, as they would be better situated financially. The spending that was permitted of some of
them would essentially be unlimited. Some could put almost any amount of money on their accounts. Others would have to play it closer
to the cuff, but still might be tempted.
As the two gentlemen from Miami circulated at the various convention
meetings, including the parties and other social gatherings, they were shocked by how many customers they were able to interest in
the girls. The photos were a great enticement. Some of the men said they preferred Black women, such as those depicted in the pictures,
to White women or Latins or Orientals. One or two said they preferred men. A few indicated that money was no problem. One highly successful
business president paid to have all of the men in the upper echelon of his business structure served by the two attractive Black women.
Whitney
and Lila received some tips much larger than the $500 base fee. A number of the businessmen wanted to see the two eye catching Black
women more than once.
After a week, the two high-class prostitutes were delighted. Money was pouring in so
readily that they even gave York and Biff a sexual freebee. Even Twobow was impressed with the business flow that the two men from
Miami had created. He tried to entice them to stay on in New Orleans after the business convention ended, offering them an impressive
fixed salary.
But Biff and York left after the last day of The Southeastern Business Administration Conference. They took an afternoon
non-stop flight to Miami. The girls said they would visit them in Miami, and gave York and Biff some money. Twobow just scowled and
looked the other way.
Lila and Whitney related to Biff and York their most fervent desire,
just before the
men departed. They viewed prostitution as a temporary vocation. In reality, they were taking night courses, studying design. Their
main interest was to design clothing and jewelry. They displayed sketches from a thick pat of drawing, revealing some of their main
ideas.
The denizens from Miami encouraged the women’s ideas, asking them to write to them in Miami from time
to time, telling of their progress along these lines.