“Just wait,” Macy said, shaking her head. She reached out to grab my wrist before I could flip the power switch on the radio. I looked at her, and she smiled with a weak optimism. “Let’s just see what happens.”
I nodded. I didn’t really want to put our clothes back on and return to work just as we were starting to loosen up and really enjoy ourselves. Not with Macy looking so good in just her bra and panties. I’d never seen this fun-loving adventurous side of her before. We’d always kept things professional, collegial, student-affairs appropriate. But there’s something intoxicating about the dead of night that makes people do things they wouldn’t normally do in the light of day. I wasn’t ready for our fun to end.
The ad played twice more. “Indio’s Italian Pizza, serving Clinton City since 1982. Come and get your pie!” There was another silent gap, but only for a few seconds this time. Tommy Tanqueray announced his return to the microphone with a solemn clearing of his throat. “Sorry, ghouls and bogies. We had a, uh… technical glitch there…” Tommy announced. His voice was his, but also not. It was weary and distracted, completely absent of his earlier bravado. The exaggerated Southern drawl was gone, replaced by a tamer, almost mid-Western accent with a sad, bitter tone. “No, you know what? Fuck it!… No, I don’t give a shit if the station gets fined. Fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck!… You want to know the truth, ghouls and bogies? Old Tommy here is gonna give it to you straighter than a broken dick in a splint. They’re shutting us down. The Fox One-Oh-Two-Point-Four has been purchased by the UniComm Group. We’re going to be strictly top-forty format starting this Wednesday. No more Tommy Tanqueray broadcasting to you ghouls and bogies out there in the boneyard. Just interchangeable, indistinguishable, mass-manufactured, repetitive as fuck, copy and paste, dance-pop bullshit. Ugh! Fuck!”
There was a loud bang as if he’d slammed his hand on the broadcast desk.
“Is it a joke?” Macy asked me, looking dismayed. “It’s got to be a prank or something.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “He sounds pretty pissed.”
“So, it looks like the end of the road here for Old Tommy Tanqueray. There ain’t no place in the corporate world for the King of the Boneyard. After tonight, they’re gonna lay my old bones to rest…” A tremor entered his voice and Tommy paused for a second to collect himself. When he spoke again, his voice was louder, firmer, regaining its former bluster and deep Southern accent. “But your ol’ pal Tommy ain’t about to go gentle into that good light. No, ghouls and bogies, he is not. Let’s rise up, all together now, and rage against the dying of the night. I want you all out there in the boneyard to get up, go to your windows, look up at that big bright ball in the sky and howl. AWOOOOOOO!!!”
Tommy howled into the microphone loud enough to blow out the sound levels, pinning the needles in the red for several seconds. Then there was silence again. After a moment, there came a response, distant and quiet, from somewhere across campus. A single voice calling out wordlessly in the night. Then another. And another. I had no idea how popular Tommy’s show was, but more and more voices joined in. Even Penny’s voice howled over the phone, over the air. The sound grew over the course of a minute, coming from every direction. In it, I could hear years of pent up rage, sorrow, frustration, and deep grief over every cool local coffee shop that had been turned into a Starbucks, every mom and pop hardware store run out of business by Home Depot, every unique landmark torn down to build yet another faceless big box Walmart surrounded by a hot black sea of asphalt, every decent record and book shop anywhere going out of business as the world turned a sickly shade of Amazon blue.
Feeling strangely compelled, I jumped up from the table, and rushed to the window. I threw it open, desperate to add my own voice to the cacophony of protest and lament. “AWOOOOOOO!!!” I cried out into the night at the top of my lungs, not caring who heard, only feeling the need to be part of something bigger than myself, finding common cause with humanity everywhere. Macy came and joined me by my side, both of us still dressed in nothing but our undergarments. The air outside was cool against our exposed skin. We didn’t care. “AWOOOOOOO!!!” I put my arm around her shoulders in camaraderie, as we stood at the window hearing the night come to life. “AWOOOOOOO!!!”
“Amen,” Tommy concluded solemnly when the noise had died down. “Thank you children. Ol’ Tommy can feel you out there. I feel you, all you ghouls and bogies. They might put down the Fox, but they ain’t gonna kill our spirits out here in the Boneyard. And you know why they ain’t? ‘Cause in the words of the late great Balon Greyjoy, ‘What is dead may never die.’ And you know that’s right, brothers and sisters! Ol’ Tommy’s goin’ off the air, but we ain’t goin’ nowhere, my beautiful bogies and ghouls. You stay right where you are, my lovely little creatures of the night. Never let ‘em forget you’re out there…. Are you still out there, my pretty little Penny?”
“Yeah, Tommy, I’m still here,” Penny chimed in.
“Ooh-wee, alright!” Tommy’s voice fully resumed its former flamboyant character. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me lonesome, Penny. Not after all we’ve been through. You ain’t gonna walk away now, are you, darlin’? What you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna let ‘er ride, Tommy!” Penny shouted giddily.
Macy clapped excitedly at Penny’s continued participation. The game was back on! She looked at me excitedly, and I returned a smile to her as we listened intently to the radio.
“Yes ma’am. We’re gonna ride all the way to the end of the line! You with me girl?”
“I’m with you, Tommy.”
“That’s right. Now, my pretty Penny, you were at thirty-two dollars. Let’s say we get a little wild and double it up to sixty-four. But I’m gonna tell you something, Penny.”
“What’s that, Tommy?”
“This ain’t even about the money no more. You get me? We’re going for the glory!”
“Yeah, Tommy, I get you. What do you want me to do now?”
“Last I recall, you were wearing a cute little pair of blue cotton panties and a bra. You still got ‘em on?”
“Uh huh.”
“Not much longer. I’m gonna give you sixty-four dollars, and all you gotta do is slip off that pretty cotton bra, and slide those light blue panties with the little yellow flowers on em’ right on down to the floor. You gonna do that for us pretty Penny?”
“Um…” Penny hesitated for a second then came back confidently. “Yeah, okay. I’m gonna do it… Okay, there goes my bra.”
“Still playing?” I asked Macy, with a challenging smirk.
“If you are…” Macy nodded.
I looked down at my bare chest. “I’m already topless, so…”
Macy looked at me with a delighted gleam in her eye. I smiled back at her, and watched as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. With a simple shrug, the cups fell away from her breasts. I couldn’t help but stare. They were far more modest than the gigantic pair of tits I was picturing on Penny, but they suited Macy’s body well. When she finally caught my gaze again, I smiled.
“Nice,” I complimented her.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling and leaning back in her seat, so that her breasts stood out from her chest even more prominently. She was clearly enjoying being admired by me.
“Unleash those puppies,” Tommy encouraged Penny on the radio. “They been caged up far too long! What do they look like, Penny? Describe ‘em for us.”
“They’re uh… they’re my boobs.” Penny said, at a loss for suitable descriptors. “They’re, you know, round, pretty big…”
“What about those nipples? Give me a picture I could wrap my mouth around, pretty Penny.”
“Yeah, they’re big, too, and… kinda sticking up right now.”
“Oh boy!” Tommy crowed. “Bet they’re just dying for a little kiss.”
Penny giggled a little. “Maybe.”
“Sounds like you got you some beautiful big’uns on you, my pretty Penny. Ever try suckin’ on ‘em?”
“My own boobs?” Penny laughed. “I mean… no… not really.”
“Let’s see if you can do it, girl. Why don’t you lift that tig ol’ bitty up to your lips and give it some lovin’? Ol’ Tommy’d do it for you if he could. Believe that, my pretty Penny. But since I ain’t there to give you the kinda attention you deserve, you’re gonna have to do it all by your lonesome. Think you can manage it, girl?”
“Yeah, Tommy. I think I can do it. Hang on.” The line went quiet as Penny presumably put her phone down so she could use both hands.
I watched as Macy attempted to lift her own nipple to her mouth. She wasn’t exactly built for the challenge. She had to exert herself, stretching her neck down as far as she could and sticking her tongue out until it barely made contact with her dusky nipple. She didn’t look sexy so much as like a deranged mental patient. I just laughed, and after a second Macy gave up and laughed along with me.
A moment later, Penny came back on the air. “Okay, I did it!”
“You got that sweet little nipple up between your lips? Give it a little taste of your tongue?”
“Uh huh.”
“Just the one?”
“Yeah,” Penny acknowledged.
“You playin’ favorites there, Penny? Don’t you think the other one’s gettin’ jealous? Don’t tell me there ain’t room in that big ol’ heart of yours to love ‘em both.”
“Ha! Okay.”
“And Penny?” Tommy cut back in.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t leave all our listeners in the dark, girl. Let us hear you.”
“Oh, yeah, sure… I’m lifting up my boob now.” There was a soft giggle, and another pause as Penny sucked the other nipple. This time, she kept the phone close, and we could hear the sound of her warm breath and the wet crackle of the spit in her mouth coating her nipple. “Alright, I sucked them both.”
“I’ll just bet they were super succulent, weren’t they, darlin’? How’d they taste?”
“Um, fine, I guess…”
“Feel good?” Tommy tried again.
“Uh huh. It was okay. I like it better when guys do it, though.” She laughed.
“Ha! I’ll bet you do, my pretty Penny. How long has it been since a guy has given your big beautiful tits that kind of attention?”
“Too long,” Penny admitted.
“Well, ain’t that a low-down cryin’ shame and a half? I tell you Penny, you’re gettin’ old Tommy Tanqueray all worked up over here. If I were there, I’d be on ‘em like an asp on Cleopatra’s royal tit if you catch my drift.” She giggled, but it didn’t seem like Penny had read much Shakespeare. “Alright, my pretty Penny. You’re only about halfway to your sixty-four dollars. You know what you need to do next, don’t ya darlin’?”
“My panties?” Penny asked.
“Does the pope shit in the woods?” Penny had no answer to that. Tanqueray just carried on. “That’s right, my pretty Penny. They’re all that remains in the way of all the glory the good lord of everlasting fuck gave your beautiful young body. Don’t keep your light hid under a goddamned bushel, darlin’. Go on and let it shine! Get ‘em off, girl!”
“I um… Alright Tommy. I’ll do it.” The line went quiet again. There was only the soft whispering of fabric sliding against skin, and all the secrets that sound told.
Macy stood up and walked to the middle of the room. I was aware that beneath the table, I’d gotten pretty hard again. When Macy gestured for me to join her, I hesitated. But we’d come too far to start backing down now. I stood up, watching as Macy’s eyes went immediately to the erection tenting my boxer briefs.
“Sorry,” I apologized.
“No, it’s fine,” Macy said, greedily eyeing the prominent protrusion at the front of my underwear. “More than fine, actually.”
Tommy narrated over the silence. His voice had dropped into a sexy tone with an almost hypnotic rhythm. “I can just imagine Penny’s hands sliding down over her body, fondling those gorgeous tits again, pinching her nipples, going slow, going down, down over her belly, feeling her smooth soft skin until her fingers encounter the elastic waistband of those cute little blue panties…”
Standing in the middle of the room, we followed Tommy’s instructions, watching each other as our hands ran over our own bodies and began to tug downward on our respective underwear.
“Her fingers just playin’ there at the edge of naughtiness,” Tommy continued. “Slippin’ down below, just probing into that secret place. Yes, Penny, ain’t no shame in being curious, girl. It’s only fatal to cats, you know, but every pussy’s got nine lives, so let your fingers explore a little more, girl. So soft, so warm. I bet you’re just dyin’ to take ‘em off right now. It’s okay, darlin’. Ain’t no one here but you, me, and the ghouls and bogies out there in the boneyard. You know what you gotta do, Penny. Just slide those panties down slow, right over that beautiful round butterball ass of yours. Take ’em down inch by inch. All that soft pink flesh is just dying for the hard spank of a firm hand, ain’t it? Don’t tell no lies, you bad, bad girl.”
Macy turned and bent over at the waist, showing her ass to me. She pushed her panties past the horizon of her ass until I could see the small pink mound of her pussy peeking between her thighs. The sight of it made my breath catch in my chest. I’d never anticipated anything like this when we first agreed to work together on the grant – though I may have fantasized about something like it on more than one restless night when sleep refused to find me.
From Penny’s end came a sharp smacking sound followed by a soft moan. Macy likewise smacked her own ass hard enough to leave an angry red hand print. Helplessly grinning, I stripped out of my own underwear, yanking them down to my ankles and kicking them off of my foot. They went sailing across the room, landing on a branch of the fake plant by the window. I turned around, bent over, and gave a rough slap to my own ass while grinning idiotically at Macy over my shoulder. She laughed.
“You’re such a goofball,” she said.
“That’s it, Penny. You gotta do for yourself all the things you wish ol’ Tommy was there to do to you. Let us hear it, darlin’.”
There was another louder smack, a deeper moan from Penny. Macy was about to smack herself again, but I stepped forward and caught her hand. She turned to look at me, confused and curious. I shook my head and positioned myself behind her. Then I raised my hand and brought it down with a stinging connection on Macy’s bare buttock. She yelped, but when she turned to face me again, she was smiling.
“That was nice,” Macy said.
“Your ass is nice,” I returned, smiling back at her and soothing the sore spot with a tender touch. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
“No offense taken,” Macy replied invitingly.
“You started off so sweet and innocent, my pretty Penny, but underneath it all, you’re really just a dirty girl waiting for ol’ Tommy to show you the way to wantonness, ain’t you? Now, stop teasing, and get ‘em all the way off,” Tommy demanded.
Macy pushed her underwear off her thighs, daintily stepping out of them. We faced each other, inspecting the parts we usually kept private. Macy seemed impressed with me, and I certainly had no notes for her. I observed that both of us had shaved ourselves right down to the skin. Macy was looking so intently at my erect cock, I thought her mouth might start watering at any moment. The sight of her bare, smooth pussy did nothing to diminish my arousal, either.
“Okay, I’m back,” Penny announced on the radio.
“I bet you’re looking finer than a caterpillar’s cunt hair wearing just the suit you were born in. Ain’t that right, my pretty Penny?”
“Uh huh. I’m totally naked now.”
“Paint us a picture, pretty Penny. You got a bit of carpet in your basement, or are you smooth as linoleum downstairs? ‘Cause Old Tommy’s putting down nothing but hard wood here, and I ain’t afraid to say so.”
“I’ve got a little bit of hair. I keep it trimmed though,” Penny admitted. “It’s not like a full bush, or anything. It’s just a nice amount.”
“Your good friend ol’ Tommy can certainly appreciate your topiary talents, darlin’. But I need to know just one thing, pretty Penny, and tell me true, girl. Those panties you just took off – on a scale of desert dry to deep sea damp, just how wet were they?”
“Uh…” Penny hesitated, and I could almost hear the blush crawling up her throat and into her cheeks. When she continued her voice was almost a whisper. “They were, um… pretty damp.”
“Good goddamn and a hot hairy jalapeno, Penny!” Tommy erupted. “Ain’t you a naughty little minx behind closed doors? Is ol’ Tommy turning you on, babe? Did he did he sweeten that sexy little snatch with his mornin’ dew?”
“Maybe…” Penny answered coyly.
“Jumping Jesus and his twelve flying monkeys!” Tommy exclaimed then dropped his voice to confide, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, my pretty Penny. Just between you and me and the ghouls and bogies out there in the boneyard, you’ve got old Tommy Tanqueray pretty damned excited himself. You know that?”
“Oh… No, I didn’t know,” Penny denied.
“Come on, now Penny. You didn’t think as you were stripping out of your cute little blue cotton panties with the yellow flowers on ‘em you weren’t making Old Tommy just about as hard as stone-aged rocket science over here?”
“I can see he’s not the only one,” Macy commented, directing a lewd grin at my twitching erection.
“Are you saying you’re not just a little turned on yourself?” I retorted.
“I never said that,” Macy answered with a little self-conscious titter. Her hand was absently tracing patterns across her chest and tits.
“A girl like you, Penny, I bet you know exactly what you’re doin’ to a poor ol’ boy like Tommy Tanqueray, don’t you?”
“I might have a small idea,” Penny admitted coyly.
“Oh, trust me, darlin’. Ain’t nothing small over here,” Tommy bragged.
“Nice,” Penny commented.
“Not half as nice as the thought of you standing there, all naked, hot, and bothered, just thinking of what Tommy Tanqueray might have in store for you next. But I’ll tell you what else is nice. You’ve earned yourself a cool sixty-four dollars. What do you say to that?”
“I say let ‘er ride, Tommy!”
“Oh yeah, darlin’! We gonna ride right into triple digits. For a hundred and twenty eight dollars, are you ready for your next challenge?”
“Lay it on me,” Penny accepted.
“You’d better believe old Tommy would lay it on you if he could. Good, hot, and thicker than butter. But I think we’re both getting a bit too worked up in here. You got Tommy Tanqueray ‘bout as crazy as an eight-peckered priest in a nunnery. Maybe we oughta cool it off a bit.”
“Cool off?” The disappointment in Penny’s voice mirrored the look that crossed Macy’s face. How could Tommy back off now when things were just getting good?
“That’s right, my pretty Penny. Ol’ Tommy’s thinking you’ve been cooped up in doors for far too long. It’s time you went outside and got yourself a little fresh air, don’t you think?”
Macy’s face broke into an excited, devilish grin.
“Outside?” Penny repeated uncertainly.
“That’s right, my pretty Penny. It’s a crime to keep such a fine-ass body like yours locked up and hidden away. Old Tommy ain’t nothing if he ain’t a generous man. Let’s share your gorgeous gifts with the world, Penny. Why don’t you go outside, and take a walk down to the corner and back? Do that for Old Tommy Tanqueray, and you got yourself a hundred-and-twenty-eight bucks and the chance to go for more. What do you say?”
“I uh…” Penny hesitated.
“Oh no, my pretty Penny!” Tommy cajoled. “Are you goin’ soft on me, girl? ‘Cause I’ll tell you one thing: Ol’ Tommy Tanqueray ain’t goin’ soft on you. Oh no, darlin’, not at all. Tommy’s stayin’ rock hard, just picturin’ that fine ass of yours bouncin’ down the road in all it’s big beautiful glory. Go on, Penny, and make this poor ol’ boy’s dreams come true.”
“Um…” Penny hesitated for a second longer. “Okay, Tommy. I’ll do it. Just for you.”
“Attagirl!” Tommy practically roared into the microphone. “I knew you had it in you. And trust me darlin’, if Old Tommy were there with you, you’d have a whole lot more in you, too, if you’re picking up what I’m layin’ down.”
She giggled again. “I think I might be.”
“Oh, don’t play with my heart, girl! Just go on and do as you’re told, now.”
“Okay,” Penny agreed again.
I looked at Macy, who was grinning devilishly back at me. She was completely naked and leaning back on two legs of her chair. “You can’t be serious,” I said, reading her mind through her eyes.
“Why not?” she asked, twirling her hair around a finger.
“You are serious,” I said.
“I will if you will,” she challenged.
“You want to leave the office and what? Go streaking around campus like some drunken freshmen?”
“Sure,” Macy acknowledged. “I never did anything crazy like that when I was a freshman, but it sounds like fun. Besides, it’s quarter past four in the morning. It’s not like there’s anyone around.”
I took a deep breath and sighed. “Alright. But I’m only going outside for just a minute. And I’m not going to run around all over the place. I’m just going to stay by the door.”
“Fine,” Macy accepted, standing up. I took another opportunity to check out her naked figure as she added a derisive, “Chicken!”
“I’ll show you who’s chicken,” I shot back. I stood and walked confidently to the door of the office. I placed one hand on the handle, then turned back to Macy. She was right behind me, looking at me with a giddy expression. “Ready?”
“Let’s do it!”
I nodded and opened the door to the hallway just far enough to stick my head out. The corridor was brightly lit with overhead florescent lights, but it was dead silent. I looked up and down at the series of darkened classrooms, listening carefully for any sign of life. Finally, I turned back to Macy. “I think it’s clear. Come on, let’s go.”
I pulled the door all the way open and stepped through it into the hall. My heart was racing, and I felt surreal without a shred of clothing, as we padded quickly toward the doors leading outside. My persistent erection led the way, with Macy following close behind me, perhaps intending to use my body as a shield to hide behind if we got caught. I peered out of the glass doors, looking into the shadows outside, but there was no movement or sign of danger.
“We have to stay out for at least a count of five to make it count,” Macy announced.
“Who says?”
“I do,” Macy asserted. “Unless you’re chickening out.”
“I’m not chicken,” I defended. “Watch.”
I straightened my back, yanked the door open, and stepped out onto the stoop in front of the building. The moon was full and brighter than I would have liked. Macy joined beside me, scanning the campus grounds. We were alone. “Okay, hurry up. Start counting,” I said impatiently. A shiver ran through me – as much from nerves as the cool night air on my bare skin.
“One Miss-iss-ip-pi…” Macy drawled out at a glacial pace.
“Come on! That’s not fair. Go faster,” I complained.
“Two Miss-iss-ip-pi…” Macy continued to count with deliberate slowness, shooting me a teasing grin.
There was a loud, sudden peel of laughter that turned the blood in my veins to ice. I looked around for the source, ready to bolt in the opposite direction. Half a second later, a couple of students came running around the side of the building; a young blonde girl being chased by an eager ginger-haired boy. They were both completely naked, their breasts and genitals flopping as they ran. When they caught sight of us, they came to a skidding stop. Their eyes went wide with panic. We all remained paralyzed for a minute, staring at each other. Then it registered that we were just as nude as them, and vice versa. The girl tentatively raised a hand, waving her acknowledgment to us. I meekly waved back.
“Do not go gentle into that good light!” called the boy.
“Rage against the dying of the night!” Macy returned, pumping her fist in the air.
The boy returned the gesture as if saluting the revolution. Then they took off again running into darkness, their wild laughter reverberating off the walls of the buildings. I watched them in silent wonder until they were out of sight.
“FIVE MISSISSIPPI!” Macy shouted unexpectedly.
“Holy shit!” I cried out, completely off guard. I turned to yell at her to keep it down, but Macy was already inside, running back to the office and laughing hysterically. I chased after her, watching the way her buttocks bounced joyfully in front of me. In less than a minute, we were both back in the relative privacy of our little late-night sanctuary. “Oh my god, that was fucking crazy!” I shouted when we were safely behind closed doors. “I can’t believe there are more like us out there.”
“But that’s the thing. Radio used to bring people together, remember?” Macy prompted. “Now everyone just listens to their own thing, and does their own thing, you know, on their own.”
“You’re nuts, you know that?” I said.
“I know,” Macy admitted. “But that’s what makes me so much fun to hang out with.”
I couldn’t argue with that, much less remember the last time I’d felt so alive. Probably not since I was Penny’s age, the streakers’ age- an undergrad. Realizing how long ago that was made me feel old, even though I hadn’t even hit thirty yet. I was about to make this observation to Macy when the song playing on the radio cut out and Penny came back on the line.
“Oh my god! I’m… I’m back. I did it. But…” She was out of breath and sounded a little shaken. “I- I think someone saw me.”
“Now, don’t go making ol’ Tommy’s heathen heart jealous, darlin’. You showin’ your gorgeous young body off to someone else? Who was it, my pretty Penny? What pair of providential pupils was lucky enough to lay themselves on your fine female figure?”
Penny giggled. “I don’t know. It was a pizza guy, I think.”
“A pizza boy?!” Tommy exclaimed. “Well, I do believe I’ve seen this movie before, my pretty Penny. And do you know what happened in the end of the movie?”
“Um… He delivered some extra sausage?” Penny guessed.
“Ooh-wee!” Tommy shouted into the microphone. “That’s exactly right! What’s a sweet young innocent girl like you doing watching dirty movies like that, my pretty Penny?”
“I, uh… I just heard about it.”
“Oh, don’t you go tryin’ to pull the wool over ol’ Tommy’s ever-lovin’ eyes. You know just what kind of movies I’m talking about, don’t ya, my dirty darlin’?”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” Penny admitted shyly.
“Mhm,” Tommy hummed dubiously. “Well, you’ve earned yourself one-hundred-and-twenty-eight dollars already, my pretty little Penny. You all done? Or are you gonna let ‘er ride?”
“Let ‘er ride!” Penny shouted back excitedly.
“Good girl!” Tommy praised. “Now, remind ol’ Tommy, how do those movies go exactly?”
“Well, there’s the pizza boy,” Penny explained. “And he goes up to the house, and there’s like a beautiful woman who isn’t wearing very much.”
“Sounds like a familiar situation,” Tommy commented slyly. “Go on.”
“Uh huh. She usually invites him in, but she doesn’t have any money to pay for the pizza, so they make… other arrangements.”
“That’s right, girl! Now, tell me, Penny, is he still outside?”
“Hang on,” There was a pause while Penny presumably peeked between her curtains. “Yeah. He’s still there. I think he just finished delivering the pizza. He’s coming back to his car. Oh! He’s looking at the house. Shit! I think he just saw me.”
“Oh darlin’, he ain’t seen nothing yet,” Tommy promised. “Alright, my pretty Penny. For two-hundred-fifty-six dollars, let’s have us a little reenactment. Why don’t you go out there? Introduce yourself. Ask him if he’s got a thick pepperoni just for you. You get him to show it to you, and the money is yours. Think you can do that for dear ol’ Tommy, darlin’?”
Macy and I exchanged disbelieving looks.
“Oh my god! I don’t know, Tommy. It’s a lot. I don’t know if I can.”
“Oh, sure you can, darlin’. You just go out there and ask him to come inside,” Tommy said. “But don’t you worry your sweet little behind. Ol’ Tommy ain’t one to leave a lady in need, if you know what I’m saying. I’ll help you out, my pretty Penny. You just let me talk to him. Tommy Tanqueray can be pretty persuasive when he needs to be.”
“Can I at least put my clothes back on?” Penny asked.
“Nuh-uh! No way! If Tommy Tanqueray’s gonna do his part, you gotta do your part, too, my dear. And maybe we see what else might get parted along the way.” There was a banging sound somewhere in the background of the radio station. Tommy’s voice seemed to take on a little more urgency. “Uh, what do you say, Penny?”
Penny was quiet for a second, then huffed. “Alright Tommy. I can’t believe I’m actually gonna do this, but…” There was a long drawn out sigh. “Yeah, I can do it. Just hang on.”
“Sure thing, darlin,’” Tommy agreed. “And why don’t we go to a song while we’re waiting? We’ll see you and the pizza boy on the other side.”
Rage Against the Machine’s ‘Killing in the Name’ came blasting through the speakers, completely uncensored. Macy got up again, and we began a frenzied mosh-pit of two in the middle of the room. We were both naked, jumping around wildly, and singing along at the top of our voices, as we flung our middle fingers in the air at everything and nothing in particular. By the time Tommy Tanqueray returned, we had collapsed on the floor, laughing together. The sound of banging in the background had become louder, more forceful. Tommy seemed determined to ignore it.
“Pretty Penny, you back, darlin’?”
“Yeah, Tommy, I’m here.” Penny sounded a little out of breath.
“And tell me, my sweet girl, were you successful?”
“Yeah. I did it. He’s right here.” We could practically hear the proud smile in her voice.
“Who you got there with you, my pretty Penny?”
“Oh, I don’t know his name,” Penny said apologetically.
There was a short pause, and then a confused sounding male voice came on the line. “Hey. I’m Greg… Who’s this?”
“Who’s this?” Tommy repeated with a sardonic chuckle. “I’m your magic fucking genie in a bottle, Greg, my boy. But don’t you worry. I’ll take care of all the rubbing right here. This is Tommy Tanqueray, the soon-to-be deposed King of the Boneyard on one-oh-two-point-four, The Fox.”
“Oh, hey, Tommy. I heard your show a couple of times,” Greg said. He sounded stoned. “It’s cool.”
“Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but you ain’t gonna be hearin’ too much more from ol’ Tommy Tanqueray after tonight. They’re shuttin’ us down, brother. But I’ll tell you something else, my man.”
“What’s that?” Greg asked.
“We’re goin’ out with a bang tonight,” Tommy declared. “You up for a good bangin’, Greg?”
Greg chuckled. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Good man,” Tommy said. “Now, we’ve been playing double or nothing with our pretty Penny, there. You see her?”
“Mmhmm,” Greg hummed appreciatively.
“Why don’t you tell all the ghouls and bogies out there in the boneyard what you think of her.”
“Hmm,” Greg considered. “Yeah, she looks pretty fine.”
“Come on, man, you can do better than ‘fine,’” Tommy pushed. “Describe her for us.”
“Well, she’s naked,” Greg offered. “She got some big ol’ titties. And a real nice booty. Thick. But yeah, she’s looking pretty good. Gotta nice face, too. Pretty. Brown eyes. Smiling a lot. Blonde hair. What else?”
“Trimmed?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah. She got a little hair down there. Not too much, but it’s there, for sure. It’s kinda cute, actually.”
“I’ll bet that just gets your motor running hotter than a formula one car, don’t it, Greg?” Tommy growled.
“Yeah, man. I ain’t gonna lie. She’s pretty fuckin’ hot.” Greg caught himself. “Oh shit! Can I say ‘fuck’ on the air?”
“As the pilot asked the prostitute, ‘Who gives a flying fuck?’” More than a little bitterness had crept into Tommy’s voice. He continued sarcastically, “What’re they gonna do? Take me off the air? Speak your heart, my man.”
“Alright! Fuck yeah!” Greg said, his voice seeming to flow from the speakers on a cloud of weed smoke.
“Hey, Penny, you still with us, girl?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah, Tommy. I’m here,” Penny answered cheerfully.
“Why don’t you tell us about Greg?” Tommy asked. “What’s he look like? Paint all the ghouls and bogies out there in the boneyard a nice pretty picture.”
“Oh, he’s a Black guy. About my age, I guess. Kinda tall… How tall are you?”
“Six-one,” Greg answered.
“Six-one,” Penny repeated. “Kinda… He’s not, like, muscly, but he looks like he’s in pretty good shape.”
“You like him, darlin’?” Tommy asked.
“Mhm, yeah,” Penny affirmed. “I mean, I don’t know him too well, but he’s kinda cute.”
“Well now, Penny, don’t get shy on me, girl. You’re gonna get a chance to know him a whole lot better real soon. You wouldn’t mind that, would you, Greg?”
“Nah. She’s pretty cute, too.” Greg answered.
“You hear that, my pretty Penny? Sounds like we got ourselves a match made in high horny heaven. And you know what else you’ve got, Penny? Two-hundred-and-fifty-six dollars. You know what I’m gonna ask you next, sweet thing. What’re you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna let ‘er ride!” Penny shouted.
Macy and I gave a loud cheer, pumping our fists in the air.
“Right on,” Greg added with a small chuckle.
“Well, hot holy heavy humping hell! That’s what old Tommy likes to hear. And what about you, Greg? You game to stick around and help our pretty little Penny win five-hundred-and-twelve dollars?”
“Yeah, I guess I could do that,” Greg said. “Maybe if she split it with me.”
“Well, I’ll bet there’s something she wouldn’t mind splittin’ with you,” Tommy suggested lasciviously.
“Heh. Yeah,” Greg agreed.
“Well now, you know, ol’ Tommy Tanqueray is drawing a blank on what the next challenge oughta be… What do you think, Greg? You got a gorgeous naked college girl right there in front of you. If you could get her to do anything you wanted, what would you ask for?”
Greg chuckled. “Well, I don’t know if I can ask for that.”
“What’s that Greg?” Tommy inquired. “I’ve got a feelin’ all you gotta do is ask her real nice. Give a pretty please to our pretty little Penny, and just see what happens.”
“Do you really think she’ll go all the way?” I asked Macy. She was leaning against a bookshelf, still naked, staring intently at the radio, hooked on the drama of it all.
“She’s already done a lot of crazy stuff,” Macy reasoned. “It would suck if she stopped now, especially since it’s his last show ever.”
“Would you?” I asked.
“Would I what?” Macy returned.
“Would you…” I realized that I had no idea what was coming next, but based on what had come before, it was bound to be good. “Would you go all the way?”
“I guess we’ll have to see,” Macy replied with a flirty wink, eyeing my exposed cock. “You still want to play along?”
“Like you said, we’ve come this far. It would suck to give up now.”
Macy nodded in agreement. She looked like she was about to say more when Greg spoke up after taking a moment for deliberation. His voice was hopeful if a little uncertain. “I guess I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked…” There was a short pause and then he added, “Pretty please.” Another brief pause, then, “Oh shit!”
“What’s going on, Greg?” Tommy asked. “Don’t leave all the ghouls and bogies out there hanging in the dark.”
“She just got down on her knees. She’s undoing my zipper. Now, she’s taking my dick out,” Greg narrated.
“Oh my god, it’s so big!” Penny exclaimed.
“You’re not so bad, yourself,” Macy complimented as she approached me. Her eyes were fixed on my quickly returning erection as she licked her lips. Macy dropped to her knees in front of me, tilting her head to look up at me. “Okay?”
I couldn’t even speak. I just nodded. That was all the encouragement Macy needed. She reached her hands up and took hold of my cock, guiding the head of it to her lips. She gave it a little kiss. Then a bigger one. Soon, her lips parted and she took me all the way into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue massaged the sensitive under-ridge of my cock while she sucked me. On the radio, we could hear the sound of Penny slurping and gagging. She was really going for it. Further in the background, Greg was moaning appreciatively. Macy’s competitive streak came out, determined to get the same or better response from me. She took me deep, and I could feel her throat muscles working around my length.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking amazing,” I said.
“How’s that cock tasting, Penny?” Tommy asked.
“Mmm, so good, Tommy.” Penny answered, panting and breathless. “Like hot fucking chocolate!”
“Ooh-wee! That’s it, girl! Drink it all down! How is she, Greg? She a good little dick sucker, our pretty Penny?”
“Oh yeah,” Greg acknowledged. “She’s pretty good.”
“Your good friend, ol’ Tommy, just knew it!” Tommy said excitedly. “Inside our sweet innocent girl, there was a dirty little cock-hungry slut just waiting to be released. Ain’t that right, my pretty Penny?”
Penny paused long enough to give her enthusiastic agreement, “Yeah, Tommy. That’s right!”
The cock-sucking noises resumed, sounding wet and slobbery. Penny must have been really going to town on Greg. I put my hand around the back of Macy’s head, holding her hair out of her face as she bobbed up and down on my own throbbing cock. She was so good that I was near to blowing my load right there. But there was still one more round left, and I didn’t want to go off before the finish line. I took a step back, pulling out of her mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Macy asked. The way she was looking up at me was driving me crazy.
“Nothing. You were so good, but… Can I return the favor?” I asked. I helped Macy to her feet, and led her over to the table where we’d been working. I swept the papers, laptops, and candy wrappers aside to make room for her beautiful bare ass. When she’d taken her place, I spread her knees apart with my hands and crouched between them, bringing my nose level with her clitoris. Her arousal was glistening enticingly around her bald pussy lips. I inhaled the dank sweet scent of her wet cunt. “Fuck! The smell of you is so fucking- I need to taste you!”
Too excited to wait for permission, I leaned my face in, tongue out, and lapped up the creamy juices from her fleshy folds. Macy barely stifled a cry as my tongue encountered and flicked rapidly over the firm nub of her clit. She arched her back and groaned deeply as I used my whole mouth to drink down her arousal. And when I brought my fingers into play, she squirmed desperately on top of the table.
“You taste so good,” I told her.
“Shut the fuck up, and don’t stop what you’re doing,” Macy cried out.
I kept eating her out while the sounds of Penny’s sloppy blowjob poured out of the radio and filled the room. My tongue plunged deep into Macy’s hole, probing her insides as I gently rolled her little hard clit between my fingers like a tiny joint.
“I… I think I’m about to… to fucking cum!” Macy announced after several minutes. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t fucking change a thing. Don’t… OH FUCK! AYYIII!!!!”
A surprising rush of juices spilled out of Macy’s pussy, covering my face. At the same time, Macy’s strong legs clamped down around my head, keeping me stuck in place. Just as I started to wonder if I might pass out from lack of oxygen, she finally let me go. I stood up to find Macy looking back at me, her chest rising and falling as she recovered from her orgasm. A big dumb grin was plastered on her face. I wiped my own face on my forearm, and was about to make a comment when Tommy’s voice came back on the radio.
“Good goddamn, my pretty Penny. Girl, you ain’t holdin’ back are you? You sound like you suck harder than a black hole full of vacuum cleaners. Listen up, darlin’” There was pause and then the soft sound of fwap fwap fwap into the microphone. “You know what that sound is my pretty Penny?”
“Umm…” Penny said, playing coy again.
“That’s the sound of you earning yourself five-hundred-and-twelve dollars.”
“Oh my god!” Penny said, clearly delighted.
“You doin’ okay, girl?”
“Oh yeah, Tommy.” You could hear the great big cock-drunk smile in her voice. She didn’t even wait to be asked. “Let ‘er ride.”
“Goddamn hard-dick Jesus motherfucking Christ on a hot cross bun, hun! You got it! We’re goin’ for the whole sweet sticky load now. Tell me how bad you want ol’ Tommy Tanqueray’s load, babe.”
“I want it Tommy!” Penny exclaimed. “I want it all!”
“Oh my pretty little Penny, you better believe ol’ Tommy wants to give it to you, babe. I’m so fucking hard and hot for you, girl.” There was more of the fwap fwap sounds. “I wish I could just bury this big hard bone in your luscious backyard. But you’re just gonna have to settle for my stunt cock, darlin’. How’s our boy, Greg, doing?”
“Um, he looks pretty satisfied,” Penny said proudly.
“I’ll just bet he is with a sweet, dirty mouth like yours,” Tommy agreed. “Well Greg, Penny says she wants to let it ride, and my question to you is, you gonna let her?”
“Yeah, Tommy. I think I could do that for you,” Greg said.
“Not just for ol’ Tommy Tanqueray, but for one-thousand-and-twenty-four dollars here on one-oh-two-point-four, the nearly extinct Fox. I think you know what to do.”
Macy seemed to know, too. She spread her legs even farther apart to accommodate the width of my hips. I took hold of my desperate, aching cock, guided it to her slippery entrance. With a deft motion, I took hold of her hips and pushed inside. Macy gasped.
At the same time, we could hear Penny cry out, “Oh fucking hell!”
“What’s happening Penny?” Tanqueray asked, sounding slightly concerned.
“He’s really fucking big,” Penny said, sounding nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. “But it’s so fucking good. He’s – UH! – He’s filling up my pussy so nicely!”
“Attaboy, Greg! Do ol’ Tommy proud now. Let’s go out with a big bang, boy!”
Tommy began playing Stephen Stills’ ‘Love the One You’re With’ in the background. I began moving in and out of Macy’s exquisite pussy as she lay back on the table. Her dark shiny hair splayed out around her head in a halo. Her tits bounced with the force of my thrusts. The table itself probably would have started sliding across the floor if it hadn’t been bolted into place. Macy punctuated each plunge of my cock into her tight wet pussy with a hard little yip.
On the radio we could hear the wet slapping sound of Greg’s pelvis slamming repeatedly into Penny’s. Both of them were grunting animalistically with the effort of their fucking. Behind that, we could also hear the steady rhythmic fwap fwap coming from Tommy Tanqueray’s microphone. And behind that, was the fainter pounding of someone at the studio door. Tommy just continued to ignore it, and instead let out an excited stream of sex-babble: “Oh yeah! Fuck! That’s so fucking good. Yeah, Penny. Get that fucking cock, girl! Take it…”
I joined in, almost hypnotized by the near synchrony of sounds as I pounded Macy’s pussy in time to the steel drums and twelve-string guitar. “Your pussy feels fucking amazing, Macy. You’re so fucking good. Oh my god! I’m so turned on for you right now. I’ve wanted this for so long…”
And Macy returned, “Ay! Fuck! Yes! Fill me up so good! Give it to me, Justin! Keep fucking me. Yes, Papi. Just like that…”
All of our voices collectively built to a raw passionate intensity as we simultaneously approached our respective orgasms. I thought of the couple we’d seen streaking earlier and all the other listeners out there in Tommy’s boneyard. I imagined them joining in, stroking or fingering themselves, fucking each other, whatever. I pictured all of us together at the same time, united, building to something immense, something perfect and profound, something inevitable, unstoppable, sublime.
“Hot holy fuck buckets! I’m getting pretty damned close now!” Tommy cried out. His breathing was labored and came in short puffs. “Now, on the count of five, I want to hear you all blast off with ol’ Tommy. Let me hear you out there. Raise your voices to the man in the moon. Let’s give that bastard a black eye. Not just you, Penny and Greg. I want to hear all the ghouls and bogies out there in the boneyard, too. All of us here together. Alright, now: Five!” Fwap fwap fwap...
“Oh shit,” Greg said. “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ good…”
“Four!” Fwap fwap fwap…
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Macy pleaded. “Don’t stop. I want you to finish inside me. It’s fine. Just… don’t… fucking… stop…”
“Three!” Fwap fwap fwap…
“Me too,” I agreed. “I’m going to fucking cum so fucking hard in you. I want you to cum for me, too. Come on, Macy. Give it to me! Fucking give it!… Cum!…”
“Two!” Fwap fwap fwap…
“I- I’m… I’m nearly there… I’m… I’m Gonna…” Penny was so carried away she could hardly even finish her sentences.
“One!” Tommy concluded. “Oh my god! Here it comes…” Fwap fwap. “ACK!… AWOOOOOOO!!!”
“AWOOOOOOO!!!” I echoed as my body suddenly tensed up. With one final hard thrust, I plunged into Macy as far as I could. My balls contracted, and the long pent up orgasm finally released. The sensation tore through me, leaving my mind zen-blank.
“AWOOOOOOO!!!” Macy joined in. Feeling my cock throbbing uncontrollably and my cum spurting deep inside of her, she tipped over the edge of her second orgasm, which went crashing through her body with the force of a tidal wave. “Oh fuck! AWOOOOOOO!!!” she cried. I held her body tight as she spasmed uncontrollably in my arms.
“AWOOOOOOO!!!” The sounds came from the radio: Tommy Tanqueray, Penny, and Greg howling in near three-part harmony with each other. And beyond, the sounds of howls all over campus drifted through the night to our ears as all the ghouls and bogies in the boneyard got off together in chorus. “AWOOOOOOO!!! AWOOOOOOO!!! AWOOOOOOO!!!”
“Sweet cream-filled Jesus! Now that’s what I call going out with a bang!” Tommy breathed into the microphone as we all came down from our collective climax. “Well, my pretty Penny, how you doin’ darlin’? You still with us?”
“Yeah, Tommy,” she sounded out of breath. “Yeah, we’re still here.”
“Well, you did it, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you at first, if ol’ Tommy’s being honest. But our boy Greg saw to that, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, he did,” Penny affirmed contentedly.
“And I’d say you definitely earned yourself ol’ Tommy’s full load didn’t you, Penny?”
Penny giggled again. “Uh huh.”
“One thousand, twenty four dollars,” Tommy informed her. “Congratulations, darlin’.”
“Whoo!” Penny exclaimed, but her energy seemed to be quickly flagging.
“How’s our boy Greg doing now?”
“Pretty happy, aren’t you?” Penny asked with no small amount of pride in her voice.
“Yeah,” Greg said in his slow stoned drawl. “Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty fuckin’ happy right now.”
“As you should be, brother,” Tommy said. “And Penny?”
“Yeah, Tommy?”
“Don’t forget to tip the pizza boy for his excellent service.”
Penny laughed.
“Though it sounded like he gave you a lot more than just the tip, didn’t he, my pretty Penny?”
“A whole lot more,” Penny agreed.
“Alright, Penny, thanks for playing and I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.” Penny’s line cut out. The pounding sounds in the background continued. Tommy exhaled loudly. “Whoo! Well, all you ghouls and bogies, ol’ Tommy’s feeling bone-tired and just about used up.” His voice was losing the schlocky radio-jock overtones and becoming more authentically emotional. “I want to thank all of you out there in the boneyard for listening all these years, and keeping ol’ Tommy Tanqueray company all along the witching hour. I’m gonna be off the airwaves after tonight, but rest assured, I’m still gonna be out there in the boneyard with you all, raging hard against dying of the night. Farewell, my ghouls and bogies, farewell… Have a good morning, everyone…”
There was a loud crash and a clatter, and then shouting. A woman’s stern, commanding voice came through the mic, “Shut it down! Now! Cut the god damned feed for Christ’s sa-”
That was it. The signal vanished leaving nothing but empty static. Macy and I exchanged disbelieving glances. I went and switched off the radio. Then I turned and looked at her, still lying naked on the table in the middle of the grad student office. She looked back at me, taking a last fond look at my quickly fading erection smeared with her creamy juices.
“Wow… That was…” I started.
“Fucking wild!” Macy finished with an excited smile. “I can’t believe… How many people do you think were listening?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “You could kinda hear them all over out there.”
Macy gave me a conspiratorial grin. “But isn’t that cool? I mean, can you imagine all of us all together like that at the same time? I don’t know, there’s something really… It kinda makes me feel good, you know? Like, connected.”
I chuckled a little. “Yeah. I mean, it was fun, but it was totally fucking crazy! I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can’t believe he’s finished,” Macy said, sitting up and looking a little sad.
I sat next to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. “I know. But at least we had tonight.”
“He really did go out with a bang, like he said.” Macy chuckled lightly.
“Well, I guess we should get dressed, and maybe get some rest…” I checked my watch. “Or breakfast, or something, I guess. Whatever. We can come back to finish working on the project tomorrow afternoon,” I suggested, wondering if we’d ever repeat what we’d just done.
“Yeah,” Macy agreed quietly.
We put our clothes on and packed our things. As we were heading towards the door, Macy stopped me. I looked at her questioningly. To my surprise, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was surprisingly sweet, tender, and affectionate. I realized that in everything else we’d done that night, kissing hadn’t been part of it. The kiss seemed to be something different, something deeper. I pulled Macy closer and returned her kiss for a sweet, beautiful moment.
“I uh… I just wanted to say thanks for playing along,” she said after breaking off from the kiss. She took my hand as we left the Biology building, and together, we headed out into the first breaking light of the new morning.
