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From the Author:  This story is not so much a sequel to ' Drive By ' by more of a satellite story. It wasn't my intention to write a spin-off to it and in fact this story was started as a completely different tale. However, by the time I got to chapter two it was obvious that it wasn't going to work in it's existing form. So that coupled with several requests for a continuation of 'Drive By' and the fact that very little reworking was needed to alter the story convinced me that it might be a good idea.

I'm quite keen on promoting a situation similar to the 'Master PC' storyline whereby other authors develope their own stories within the Drive By framework. So if you read this, like it and would like to see similar works then I encourage you to develope your own spin-offs. The only limitation that I set is that you should find your own characters.

Chapter 1

Bill Arthwaite was a happy man. He had the perfect marriage to the
perfect woman, a good job and a good social life. All in all there
wasn't a single thing that he could ask for.

His wife Michelle was quite a looker. She was both smart and practical,
a rare occurrence in a woman. Sex with her was wonderful and she took
good care of Bill. They'd been married several years now.

Relaxing with a beer after a hard day at work, Bill was watching
television. Michelle was away on one of her weekly community meetings.
Bill had tried to participate in her activities but Michelle had
suggested that it would bore him. Taking the easy out that she'd
offered Bill had been secretly relieved. Michelle was correct. He would
indeed have found it tedious.

The ring of the phone interrupted his peaceful night. Dragging himself
over to the device he picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Bill you slacker, how are you?"

Bill immediately recognized the voice of his old friend Howard Post.

"Yeah not bad Howie. How's things?" replied Bill.

"Good. Say, me and a few of the guys are going bowling. If you can get
away from the old 'ball and chain' you could come with us."

"Actually I had a bit of a rotten day. Perhaps I can catch up with you
guys another time? Anyway, Michelle's out at a meeting for the
Concerned Citizens Group. You ought to know that. Doesn't your wife go
to that group?" Said Bill.

"Yeah she does but I thought Marj said that Michelle stopped going six
months ago. Oh well perhaps next time?" said Howard.

After exchanging pleasantries, Bill hung up. Howard's words had puzzled
him. Michelle had been attending that meeting religiously every Tuesday
for the last year. Why would Howard's wife Marjorie think that Michelle
had stopped attending? In fact HOW could she make a mistake like that?

Amongst the happiness that was his life, Bill had only one nagging
dread; that Michelle might one day become bored of their perfect life
together and seek companionship with someone other than himself. In
fact it was something that Bill feared more than anything else.

It was nearly one o'clock before he heard the car in the driveway and
several minutes more before she entered their bedroom. He'd resolved to
take the issue up with her the next day when he felt a little calmer.

Their different schedules meant that they rarely saw each other in the
mornings so Bill had to wait until the evening to speak with her.

"Hello dear. How was your day?" Michelle asked when she saw him.

"Oh fine. How was your meeting last night?" asked Bill.

"Oh the usual." Was Michelle's nondescript reply.

"Howard Post rang up last night asking me to go bowling with him. Did
you see his wife Marjorie at the meeting?"

Michelle hesitated for a moment before replying "Oh well I didn't
actually get to the meeting. I got a flat tire and spent most of the
night waiting for the tow truck driver to fix it."

"You know Howard thought his wife said that you hadn't been there for
six months." Said Bill hoping he wasn't starting an argument that he'd
regret.

"Well she's obviously mistaken. You know how scatter brained Marjorie
is." Responded Michelle.

"Are you sure?" asked Bill really starting to regret raising the
subject.

"What are you saying?" demanded Michelle.

When Bill didn't reply immediately Michelle turned to look at him
accusingly. "Oh my god. You think I'm having an affair don't you. I
can't believe you. I miss one meeting and you think that I'm sleeping
with someone else. I'm not some kind of slut who spreads her legs for
strangers. We're married you know. I cook and clean and this is what
you think of me?"

Bill stood silently before his enraged wife afraid to even open his
mouth. She was right. He'd accused Michelle based on a something that
Howard thought that his wife had said.

Before Bill had even had a chance to collect his thoughts, Michelle
stormed into their bedroom. She stormed out a moment later heading for
the door.

"Michelle. Wait. We need to talk!" gasped Bill as he tried to keep up
with her fast gait.

"Why do you want to talk to me for? I'm the one who fucks strangers or
had you forgotten?" replied Michelle angrily.

"Where are you going? Wait!" yelled Bill.

Michelle had already jumped into her car and was hurriedly backing out
of the driveway.

"I'm going to the Better Neighborhood Committee meeting. At least they
won't accuse me of being unfaithful." Michelle yelled back.

Bill wasn't going to give up so easily. He quickly leaped into his own
vehicle and gave chase.

Bill managed to stay with her most of the way but she pulled a
disappearing act on him somewhere near the supermarket and he lost her.
Knowing where she was headed he made a beeline for the Town Hall. It
was while he was waiting at a set of lights that he saw her car in a
car park.

Bill just briefly caught a glimpse of Michelle's auburn curls as she
climbed into a black car parked next to hers. As the vehicle pulled
away leaving the car park, Bill was amazed to note that it was a
chauffeur driven limousine. The windows were tinted so it wasn't
possible to confirm that Michelle was in it but Bill knew his wife well
enough to identify her from the glimpse that he'd seen.

Thoroughly confused now, Bill followed the limousine as it left the
middle class suburban area and headed into the red light district. Not
really sure what was going on now, Bill was careful to keep his
distance from the car.

Abruptly the limo pulled over to the curb under a street lamp. The door
opened and out stepped Michelle. At least Bill thought it was Michelle.
She must have changed clothes in the car. Gone were the comfortable
jeans and loose fitting sweater. Instead she wore a one-piece mini
dress that was barely long enough to cover her crotch. The dress was
cut low at the front to reveal Michelle's generous cleavage. It was
obvious that she wore no bra.

Bill was so centred on the slutty image of his wife that he drove right
past her and nearly ran down a pedestrian.

Pulling himself together he circled the block and parked around the
corner from where he had last seen his wife. Jumping out of the car
without locking it he hurried around the corner.

Not really knowing what to expect, Bill was surprised to find Michelle
and the black limo still where he'd left them. Michelle was now leaning
up against the brick wall of the building. She'd hooked one high heel
clad foot up so that the sole rested against the brickwork. The
position gave any passersby a tantalizing glimpse of her panty clad
crotch.

Bill wanted some serious answers from Michelle so he marched right up
to her. While still several paces away, Michelle suddenly noticed him.
Bill had expected her to be angry maybe even defensive. What he didn't
expect was what happened next.

"So honey, how's it hangin?" said Michelle. She spoke coarsely
seemingly without a hint of recognition of her husband.

"Listen Michelle, I'm sorry about what happened. Can we talk about
this?" responded Bill.

"Who's Michelle? Listen fellah I don't make money from talking. You
pay, we fuck. End of story."

Bill was just about to voice a response when a voice called out from
the limo. "Hey mista, dis whore be my property. If you wanna ride, you
gotta talk ta me!"

Bill spun around just in time to see a small spare man in a white suit
emerging from the back of the limo. He wore a black wide brimmed hat.
His choice of clothes plus his height made him look like an idiotic
dwarf snowman.

"Listen ma friend, this be prime A grade export quality slut here. You
wanna stick yo puny white prick in ma bitch, you gotta pay top dollar!"

During this interchange, Michelle had stepped away from the wall and
stood nonchalantly near Bill. Turning towards the little man she said,
"Do I hafta ball him Vinnie? He doesn't look like he's got what it
takes to do me. Whadda ya say we go down to the park and pick us up
some real action? I hear there's a flasher down there that's really
well hung."

The little man replied to her. "Shut the fuck up bitch. I'm the man and
you fuck who I tell you and when I tell you to. You got no say here.
Now, lose the threads and show the man what he's gettin."

With a heavy sigh, Michelle reluctantly reached down, grabbed the hem
of her one-piece dress and in one smooth motion, drew it straight over
her head and off. Underneath she wore only a pair of the briefest of
white G-string panties.

Bill was treated to the sight of his previously virtuous wife standing
half naked on a public street.

"So whadda ya say guy? Ah know you interested in riding this slut.
Whatsay we do business?"

"Well, I.." began Bill.

The little man interrupted him. "Ah know. Ya wanna see the merchandise
in action first?" Turning to Michelle the little man said "Show the
John what a slut you are."

"But Vinnie I don't wanna. I don't like him and besides.." Michelle
began.

Without waiting for her to finish the little man stepped up to
Michelle. He didn't say another word but held a gold card before her
eyes and began whispering something in her ear.

The effect on Michelle was immediate. Her eyes widened as big as saucers
And took on a glazed look. It was so sudden that Bill thought that
she'd been hurt. As the little man lowered the card, the bored look on
her face was immediately replaced with a lecherous smile that Bill took
to mean she was okay.

In fact okay wasn't the word. As Michelle began to pant, Bill found the
rise and fall of her breasts to be mesmerising. Michelle had immediately
slid a hand into her panties and was already busily trying to get off.
Her other hand cupped one of her well developed breasts, kneading it like
a lump of dough.

"Pretty good huh?" Vinnies words roused Bill out of his daydreaming.
"Only $200 gets you 2 hours for the ride o yo life."

Bill was still slightly distracted by Michelles moans and the rhythmic
thrusting of her hips but still managed to find his voice. "You don't
understand this is my wife! My god! What is she doing? What have you
done to her?"

At Bills words, Vinnie had lent back towards the car and called out to
another occupant. "Hey Art, looks like we got another live one!"

In response, the drivers door of the limo opened. Out of it emerged an
individual. He was less of a man and more of a portable roadblock with
legs. His eyes were slits as he drew down on Bill.

Bill awoke and immediately wished he hadn't. He had a king size
headache not helped by the hard surface he was lying on. Blearily he
stood up and staggered over to a chair that he could dimly see.

He sat there for a good 20 minutes just trying to excise the thumping
in his head. As he sat miserably holding his head, he vaguely recalled
a strange dream about being seriously pummeled by a gorilla. Suddenly
remembering Michelle and the odious little man in the white suit he
shot to his feet. However his head reminded him of why that was a bad
idea and he gingerly sat back down again.

After a time he began to take notice of his environment. It appeared to
be a nicely furnished bedroom. Everything was as one might expect to
find in a bedroom with the exception that a portion of the room was
sealed off by floor to ceiling metal bars. The bars had a door in it
and beyond it there was a wall with a proper door but that was closed.

Bill had only just completed his survey when the door opened and a man
entered followed by a skimpily attired and vacantly staring blonde.

"Ahhh, Mr. Arthwaite I'm glad to see you're awake." Said the man.

Bill appraised the newcomer carefully. He decided that using the term
'man' to describe him was like calling a plane a flying car. The guy
was little more than a geek. He wore a striped shirt with pen holder in
the pocket and a pair of trousers cut so short that his white socks
were clearly visible. His triple strength glasses magnified his eyes so
that there was no question that he was squinting.

"I've brought you something for that headache. Art tends not to be
subtle with our uninvited guests." As he spoke he indicated a tumbler
of liquid carried on a tray by the blonde.

"Give Mr. Arthwaite his drink." Said the man to the blonde.

Obediently the girl stepped forward with the tray. She appeared to be
wearing some sort of one piece leotard. It was a stretchy fabric cut
sheer around the breasts and crotch. The garment was a courtier's
delight making the wearer clothed but such that there was little
difference from being naked. She also appeared to be wearing some sort
of headphones upon her head from which occasionally a little light
blinked from on top.

Bill reached through the bars and took the tumbler. Carefully
maneuvering it through the bars he studied the liquid before chugging
the entire contents. Magically his headache cleared in seconds.

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" demanded Bill.

"I'm so sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Mortimer and this
delightful lady here is Candy formerly Mrs Jill Peace." Said the man
Bill now knew as Mortimer. "You might think of me as the proprietor of
this humble establishment."

"And what about my wife?" persisted Bill.

"Oh yes. You are course referring to Suzy. I'm afraid she's a little
pre-occupied at the moment. But perhaps we can meet with her later."

"You asshole. What have you done with her." Yelled Billed clearly
infuriated.

"Tsk, Tsk Tsk, I'd expected better of you Mr. Arthwaite." Replied
Mortimer. "Very well then."

Extracting a remote control from is pocket, he pointed it at a TV set
located outside the cell and pressed a button. The unit came alive and
resolved itself into a picture.

It appeared to be blue movie in which a woman lay on her back whilst a
heavily muscled man penetrated her. It wasn't until he looked closer
that Bill realized that it was his beloved Michelle lying underneath as
her attacker energetically humped her. Bill was about to yell out to
Michelle when Mortimer spoke.

"Don't bother trying to talk to her. It's not a two way circuit."

The sound had been turned right down and Mortimer adjusted it until it
could be clearly heard. Just as he did so, the camera angle changed to
a close up of Michelle's face. Her eyes were wide and unblinking as she
replied in a monotone to an unseen speaker.

"Who is fucking you?" asked a demanding voice.

"My lover." Replied Michelle.

"What is his name?" asked the voice.

"I don't know." Came the reply.

"Do you care who is fucking you?" asked the voice.

"No" came the reply.

"Why?" asked the voice.

"Because I am a whore." Responded Michelle.

"And what do whores do?" asked the voice.

"They fuck for money." Answered Michelle.

"And who gets the money?" asked the voice.

"My master." Responded Michelle.

"And who is your master?" asked the voice.

"Mortimer." Was the response.

Throughout the dialogue Michelles face seemed to be bouncing up and
down the screen. Bill knew it was because her attacker was shunting her
up and down the bed as he penetrated her.

It seemed that the questions were in a set order as the speaker began
at the first question again.

"Who are you?" asked the voice

"I am Mrs Michelle Arth....."

"No!" The voice interrupted. "You are Suzy the super slut. Who are
you?"

As the voice corrected Michelle's wrong answer her attacker increased
his rhythm and intensity until he was literally pounding into the
yielding woman.

A look of confusion crossed Michelle's face as she spoke. "I..I..I am
Suzy the super slut."

Upon hearing the correct answer, Michelle's attacker slowed back to his
original leisurely rhythm.

"How do you feel?" asked the voice.

"I feel great." responded Michelle.

"Why do you feel great?" demanded the voice.

"Because I'm making love." Said Michelle.

"Wrong answer. Why do you feel great?" prompted the voice.

Instantly Michelle's attacker began to pound into her again until she
uttered the correct phrase.

"Because I'm getting fucked." Michelle corrected herself.

"Who is fucking you?" asked the voice.

"My lover." Replied Michelle.

"What is his name?" asked the voice.

"I don't know." Came the reply.

Mortimer operated the remote control again and the television switched
off.

Bill was astounded. He wasn't exactly sure what he should think. His
beautiful wife had been brainwashed into becoming a whore.

"Unfortunately your unexpected arrival caused a relapse and we were
forced to give her a bit of a refresher." Said Mortimer.

As he spoke he casually slid his arm around the blonde and reached into
the side of her leotard to squeeze one of her generous breasts.

"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Bill plaintively. "We've never
done anything to you."

"Tell me Mr. Arthwaite, would you say that you have any complaints with
your life? I'd say you have the ideal situation, beautiful wife, good
job, travel and money in the bank. I'll bet you never had any trouble
getting dates as a young man. Never had a woman laugh in your face if
you told her you liked her. Well I have!"

"So that's it? You have a massive sexual inferiority complex?" Bill
began to laugh.

Suddenly Mortimer's genteel façade disappeared and he began to yell.
"Don't laugh at me. Don't you laugh at me! I'll get even with you and
your slut wife. Just like I got even with all the other sluts."

During his outburst Mortimer no longer looked like a geek. He looked
like an enraged geek. Spittle flew out of his mouth and his oversized
glasses began to steam up. With a visible effort he pulled himself
together.

In a calmer voice he said "You shouldn't provoke me Mr. Arthwaite. I
seem to recall you have at least two sisters that aren't under my
control yet."

At his words Bill stopped laughing and glared back at him. "You
wouldn't dare."

A gentle tap on the door interrupted him before he could respond to
Bills challenge. As he opened the door he said, "I always said your
wife had good timing. Perhaps you might benefit from an object lesson."

A muscular attendant guided is wife into the room. Bill guessed it was
the same man he had seen assaulting Michelle earlier. She still had the
same wide-eyed expression that Bill had most recently seen on the
television screen. The attendant stayed only long enough to ensure that
Michelle had been delivered safely to her destination before turning
and leaving.

Unlike her television appearance she was now dressed in a white one-
piece baby doll nightie. The garment was delicately crafted and so
sheer that absolutely all of her charms were on display.

"Michelle! Are you okay? What has he done to you?" cried Bill.

"Save your breath Mr Arthwaite. She only responds to my voice. Don't
you my dear.

"Yes Master. Came the monotone reply.

Mortimer held up a silver card before Michelles eyes so that she could
clearly see it Michelle blinked several times and swayed where she
stood.

"This is Bill. Do you recognize him?" continued Mortimer.

"No Mortimer." replied Michelle in a sultry tone of voice.

"Bill is a rapist. He is going to tear off your clothes and mount you
right here on the floor. Is there anything you want to say to him?"
said Mortimer.

"Don't listen to him." Yelled Bill. "I'm your husband. I love you."

Michelle started speaking before Bill had even finished. "Fuck me. Use
me like a cheap whore. Ride me until I scream."

Bill was gutted. Michelle never used coarse language and she absolutely
never spoke openly about sex. He stared horrified at the shell of his
beautiful wife.

"But you forget my dear. You are a cheap whore." Corrected Mortimer.
Bill here is a little busy at the moment but I'm up for a quickie. Why
don't you hop up on the edge of the table there and I'll fuck you
bowlegged."

"Don't do it!" yelled Bill.

But it was already too late. Michelle had quickly shucked off the white
baby doll nightie and heaved herself onto the edge of the table.
Obligingly she opened her legs as Mortimer stepped up to her.

Mortimer stood between Michelle's outstretched legs as she lay back
obediently on the table. Unzipping himself he fumbled between her legs
for a moment until finding the right spot and sliding easily into her.
Reaching up he began to massage Michelle's ample breasts like two lumps
of dough. Michelle emitted a low animalistic groan as he impaled her.

As he began to build a rhythm, Mortimer began to speak to her in a
soothing tone. "That's better isn't it baby? I'll bet you've just been
aching for old Mortimer to fill your hot snatch again haven't you?"

Michelle didn't reply. It was obvious that she was really getting into
her sexing now and her hips had begun to buck under Mortimer's assault.

Mortimer spoke quietly to the defiled and degraded woman between solid
thrusts into her body. "That's right baby your master is deep inside of
you. Your body and mind belong to me. Wherever you are, whoever's
fucking you, you're doing it to please me aren't you?"

A throaty moan escaped Michelle's lips and she thrust her hips
frantically at Mortimer trying to capture as much of the pleasurable
sensation as possible. Suddenly she thrust her hips solidly upwards as
she came. Her cries were enough to send Mortimer over the edge and he
shot his load deeply into her.

Michelle didn't react as she lay spent on the tabletop barely conscious
of her surroundings. Mortimer had pulled out of her but she still lay
spreadeagled almost as if she was awaiting another lover.

"Did you enjoy the show?" said Mortimer looking at Bill.

"You bastard. When I get out of here I'm going to kill you." Replied
Bill.

"Temper, temper. That's what you get for provoking me. You shouldn't
get so worked up anyway. This is the fifth time I've had her. You
should be proud of your wife. She's a great lay."

Turning back to Michelle, Mortimer said "Okay baby up you get."

Instantly Michelle groggily sat up on the table. She threw her arms
around Mortimer and pulled him closer. Throatily she purred in his ear
"Ooooh Mortimer, that was great. Can we do it some more?"

"Sorry babe, I'm all worn out but I'm sure we won't have a problem
finding you some more cock on the streets. There shouldn't be any
shortage of men wanting to get into your panties. The customers always
pay good money for every twitch of those cute hips." Gloated Mortimer.

"But I don't wanna fuck them. They always want me to do perverted
things. I'd rather stay here with you." Whined Michelle.

"Now don't be like that babe. I'll always make sure that you're well
laid. Now that I've had you, I'd like you to tell Bill here all about
yourself." Said Mortimer holding a gold coloured card before her eyes.

Bill looked at her hopeful that Mortimer's cruel game might backfire
and Michelle would regain her senses. His hopes were dashed as Michelle
began to speak.

"I am a mindless sex toy. My body belongs to my Master Mortimer. I will
always follow his commands no matter how perverted. My Master may
access my body freely and I will willingly spread my legs whenever he
wishes to take me. My pussy will always be hot and wet. To please my
Master and earn money for him I will fuck and suck any man or woman who
will pay to use my body." stated Michelle unemotionally.

"That's good babe." Said Mortimer smugly as he cradled the conquered
woman. "I've got a special assignment for you this evening. The coach
of one of the local football teams wants two sluts to keep his players
entertained for the evening so I'm sending you and Candy here over.
Please recite your orders."

"Yes Master, all of my holes will be available to my customers. I will
allow them to use my body any way that they wish. I will willingly
participate in any activity no matter how deviant or sexually perverted
it might be."

"And what if one of your tricks is physically repulsive to you?" asked
Mortimer.

"They have paid for the use of my body and I will not refuse them
anything until they are finished with me." Replied Bills formerly
virtuous wife now turned mindless hooker.

Mortimer lowered the card he held before Michelles vacantly staring
eyes. "Good, good. Now take Candy with you and pick yourselves up some
slut dresses and some high heels from wardrobe and hustle your asses
out to the sports club on Mayberry St."

Turning to the blonde who had stood quietly throughout the entire
episode Mortimer said "Candy, don't forget to take off the training
helmet before you go out to fuck."

The Blonde answered with a subservient "Yes Master."

As Michelle extracted herself from Mortimer's arms, he said to both of
the women warningly, "And this time don't let them tear your panties
off. It's costing me a fortune in underwear."

Bill was so stunned he didn't know what to say as Michelle collected
her discarded clothes from the floor and both women left with a meek
"Yes, Mortimer."

Michelle had only just shut the door when it suddenly burst open again
to reveal a tall man with an open shirt that revealed his hairy chest
and a staggering assortment of gold chains. Without waiting he rushed
over to Mortimer and started babbling at him in an almost desperate
tone.

"Boss, boss, one of the sex slaves has escaped! We were trying to
reprogram her and...."

"Whoa, whoa. Slow down there Frankie." Said Mortimer. "Now start at the
beginning. What's going on?"

The man known as Frankie paused to catch his breath and then continued,
"One of the girls wasn't co-operating so we started giving her the full
treatment. When we got back she'd disappeared."

"What do you mean she wasn't co-operating? Are you telling me she
wouldn't fuck?" demanded Mortimer

"Well...." said Frankie.

"Oh I get it. You were snaking her on the side weren't you?. You moron!
How many times do I have to tell you you can't do that on a regular
basis? Their pea brains start to fixate on one person and they won't
spread their legs for anyone else. I should never have let you idiots
set up on your own in the first place. This is what I get for letting
that good-for-nothing you call a brother talk me into helping you out!"

"But it wasn't our fault." Said Frankie sheepishly. "We were trying
to...."

"I don't want to hear it." Said Mortimer. Suddenly remembering Bill,
Mortimer said, "Let's talk outside." And to Bill he said, "You'll have
to excuse me but duty calls."

Without waiting for a reply, the two left closing the door with a solid
click. Bill could hear raised voices receding away from the door as the
two argued.

The situation Bill found himself in was unusual but his primary concern
was Michelle. It was clear that Mortimer was intelligent but certainly
not infallible. The scene with Frankie had proved that much. Mortimer
had obviously not had Bill checked out otherwise he would have found
out that he was a locksmith by trade.

Finding a hairpin in a prettily padded jewelry box on the dresser, Bill
began to pick the lock on the door in the bars. It was only a few
minutes before he had the door open. The outer door was unlocked and
Bill found himself in a lengthwise corridor.

Bill wasn't all that smart but it didn't take a rocket scientist to
work out that he'd quite quickly get discovered if he wandered
aimlessly around the hallways. Spotting a ventilation duct, Bill
suddenly had a bright idea.

Several bone bending moments later, Bill managed to squeeze into the
pint sized air vent. The vent was actually quite large once you got
past the grille. It wasn't large enough to stand up in mind but
certainly enough to crawl around in. Which is what Bill started doing.

Ten minutes and several contortionistic corners later, Bill found
himself at a grille off to one side of the main shaft. By angling the
louvers and peering around, he could see into the room beyond.

The room appeared to be a clinic or small doctors surgery. All sorts of
stainless steel equipment could be seen in cupboards surrounding the
walls. In the center of the room was a high backed chair. Bill couldn't
see much of it as it was facing away from him but he could definitely
tell it had someone in it as he could see a top of a head above the
headrest.

Just as he was about to scramble on his way, there were footsteps and a
man entered the room. The newcomer was dressed in a surgeon's gown and
was carrying a sheaf of papers. Reaching up to the headrest, he swung
the chair round.

The chair turned out to be a swiveling gynecologists chair. Well
upholstered in brown vinyl with stirrups and a headrest, it appeared
that no expense had been spared to make it as tacky as possible.

In the chair reclined a woman. She too was well upholstered but in an
entirely different way. Like the chair, she was also extremely tacky
with excessive makeup and a hairdo that made her long blonde hair seem
to sit like an untidy pile on top of her head. Surprisingly she was
fully dressed. Well as fully dressed as a ten dollar hooker gets with
no underwear on.

She was dressed in stay-up fishnet stockings, high heels and a flimsy
satin robe that offered absolutely no support for her generous bosom.
She had also worn a pair of sheer cut lace see through panties but they
were currently languishing on a nearby table.

The expression on her face was quite without description. The blankness
in her eyes betrayed not a hint of intelligence. The neutral look on
her face coupled with her slightly open mouth made her look like a
beautiful zombie. Her legs were supported in the chairs stirrups and
her arms lay limply at her sides as she slumped into the chair.

Bill was slightly unnerved as the chair swung around so that the vacant
eyes of its naked female occupant stared right at his hiding place. He
relaxed slightly as minute after minute passed without discovery. His
vantage point afforded him an unobstructed view between the woman's
legs.

"Oh dear, Randy." Said the gowned man in mock sympathy as he consulted
his papers. "It seems like one of your customers wasn't very careful.
Your tests show that you're going to be a mommy."

The woman known as Randy didn't react at all to the news of impending
motherhood and simply lay limply on the chair fully exposed under the
doctors scrutinising gaze.

Pausing for a moment, the man took a moment to slip his hand under the
flimsy satin robe to fondle a breast. "But don't worry sweetie, you've
got several more months before it starts to show. That hot bod of yours
should be able to service another hundred more customers before we have
to send you back to hubby permanently."

Bill shifted slightly in the vent shaft. The constant kneeling was
starting to make his knees ache.

"What's your husbands name again? Oh that's right it's Harold isn't
it?" Still busy manipulating the pregnant woman's breast, the doctor
seemed to reflect for a moment. "I wonder what Harold will think of
fatherhood? There's no way it's his of course, not with you on your
back 3 nights a week."

Moving his hand the doctor began to deeply massage the woman's pussy.
It wasn't long before she was aroused. Even in her blank state, her
hips began to twitch slightly under his expert manipulations.

"Hmmm..all hot and bothered are we?" said the doctor tauntingly. "No
wonder someone knocked you up, what with you being such a hot slut and
all. How about I give you one? You'll feel better once you've got
something hot and hard inside you. I know I will."

The catatonic woman wasn't capable of responding to his question and
when there was no reply to his crude suggestions, the doctor leaned
forward. "What's that you say? You'd like me to give it to you high and
hard? Well never let it be said that I didn't oblige a pretty lady or
in your case cheap hooker."

With that said he unzipped himself and moved in between the woman's
widely spread legs. After a moment or two of fumbling around at the
junction of her thighs, he slid into the woman's wetness. The woman's
wide-eyed expression didn't change but she began to pant. The doctor
slowly built a rhythm until he was literally hammering into the
helpless female.

Bill watched the doctor ravish the helpless woman as she bounced up and
down on his invading member. He was neither gentle nor kind as he
energetically humped the involuntary and currently mindless hooker.

Bill rapidly became bored as the doctor thrust into the unresponsive
woman and decided to continue on his way. Crawling away as quietly as
he could, Bill headed further down the shaft.

Bill passed several other vents but they were uninteresting. Two seemed
to open into storage rooms and one appeared to be some sort of
machinery space. The next one however proved to be highly interesting.
In fact interesting wasn't the word. Bill could hear the sound of
raised voices before he even got to the grille.

The voices were unmistakable, Mortimer and Frankie were still arguing.
What they were saying was indistinct. It wasn't until he got right up
to the grate that Bill could make out what they were saying.

"..and this is your idea of an apology? You bring me this teenage
airhead and think everything's okay?" That was Mortimer and he was
angry. He was gesturing at a near nude girl standing blankly on one
side of the room. Her long chestnut brown hair fell gracefully down her
back as she stood impassively while the two men argued.

"Aw c'mon boss. Mick and I weren't trying to butter you up. We just
wanted to show you one of our more successful experiments is all."
Frankie stammered at his livid superior.

"All you've managed to do is turn this ..bimbo.. into a zombie." Said
Mortimer distastefully. "What good do you think this bitch will be?
She's probably never been laid in her life. Why do you think I only
select the married women? 'Experience' Frankie. The married ones have
it."

"Well errrr." Replied Frankie.

"Honestly, you and that moronic partner of yours don't have a brain
cell between you." Sighed Mortimer, some of his anger abating. "This
bitch probably has more smarts right now than the two of you will ever
have. So tell me, what were you planning on doing with her now that
you've managed to wipe out any intelligence that she might have had?"

Frankie shuffled his feet before saying "Ummmmm...well we were going to
send her out to work."

"As what?" demanded Mortimer. "Don't you think the cops might get
suspicious of a zombie hooker? Look at her, she's little better than a
fucking machine. About the only thing she's good for is as someone's
mistress and even then only if he plans to keep her on her back
permanently."

Mortimer was beginning to get annoyed again and Frankie wisely didn't
say anything.

Visibly controlling his temper Mortimer said "Leave her here. I'll see
if I can do something with her."

"Mick's not going to like.." began Frankie.

"I don't care what you and that bone-brained moron like. If it weren't
for you and your idiotic antics I might be able to sleep at night. Now
get out." With that, Mortimer stood up and pointed at the door.

Suitably cowed, Frankie walked to the door. Pausing at the threshold he
said "And what about the one that escaped?"

"GET OUT!!!" bellowed Mortimer.

Wisely deciding to take heed of Mortimer, Frankie left.

"Blundering idiots." muttered Mortimer under his breath as he picked
up the phone on his desk.

Speaking into the receiver he said, "Please come in for a moment."

The door opened momentarily and a tall thinish man appeared.

"Jeremy, I've got a couple of tasks for you. Firstly send a cleanup
crew down to the Infinity Club. We've got an escapee on our hands. See
if we can't set the situation right. Also I'd like you to take our new
recruit here down to the good doctor." Said Mortimer as he gestured at
the teenage girl.

Jeremy replied with a curt "Yes sir." and stepped up to the immobile
girl.

As he did so, Mortimer added "And please remind the doctor not to go
overboard like he did with the last newbie we had. I don't want to end
up with another whore that's so fucked up that she doesn't charge half
the time."

Jeremy replied with another "Yes sir." and led the girl out the door.

"Honestly we must have lost a bundle when we sold her to the Chinese."
Muttered Mortimer.

There being nothing more to see, Bill continued on his way. The rest of
the ventilation system was relatively uninteresting and he eventually
climbed out a grille at the other end after checking that there was no-
one around to observe him.

The room he found himself in was dark. Bill could hear the whirr of
machinery and he spent several minutes fumbling around in the darkness
before finding a light switch.

Flicking the switch, Bill stood blinking in the harsh white light that
emanated from the single overhead bulb. All around him the machinery of
the air conditioning system efficiently whirred. Bill sported a few
bruises and bumps from blundering into various protuberances from the
machinery in the dark.

Other than the machinery, there were two doors. One was situated in the
same wall as the grille he had most recently vacated. Reasoning that
that door led back into the complex, he tried the other door.

Pressing his ear to the door, he was surprised to hear the sounds of
city life pervading through it. The rustle of papers, peoples voices
and traffic. Turning his attention back to the lock, Bill used his
professional skills on the lock, which again yielded, under his expert
manipulations.

Stepping into the alleyway outside, he carefully closed and locked the
door behind him. All around the flotsam of modern living abounded. A
newspaper tumbled along in the wind as a wino dug through a nearby
dumpster. Two scantily clad women hung around on the street corner
obviously trolling for business.

Bill hurried out of the alleyway carefully avoiding the hookers
scrutinising gaze. Idly he wondered whether they were bona fide
streetwalkers or more of Mortimer's artificial hookers.

Briefly Bill marveled at how Mortimer had managed to create sexually
insatiable subservient women by mind-muddling innocent housewives who
were otherwise mentally, morally and sexually normal. In fact Bill
would find the whole thing quite exciting if it weren't for the fact
that his beautiful wife Michelle was one of Mortimer's puppets
unknowingly bestowing her bodies charms on anyone who paid her.

Bill shivered at the thought and purposefully headed down the street.
He knew what he had to do.

Finding the sports club on Mayberry St was made slightly more difficult
by the fact that it was dark but Bill did find it eventually.

The sports club was a large single level building serving a large
playing field. A lavish lounge room fed into many private offices and a
large glass window provided the lounge with a panoramic view of the
field.

Bill learned all of this by peering through several windows and at one
point risked sticking his head through an open door to get a better
look.

Inside the players were partying up a storm. Beer was running freely as
were the women. Bill had expected that Michelle and the other woman
that Mortimer had identified as Candy or Mrs Jill Peace would be the
only women present. He was therefore highly surprised to see at least
half a dozen girls partying with the players. Bill identified them as
cheerleaders by the similar clothing that they wore.

Nearby he could see an older man conversing with a younger one.
Straining he could just make out their yelled comments over the raucous
music.

"Best thing I ever did hiring a couple of professionals." Shouted the
older man.

"Yeah, seems like there's nothing better for separating cheerleaders
from their panties than if they think their going to lose the attention
of their boyfriends." The younger man yelled back.

"Speaking of professionals, where are our two horny hookers?" responded
the older man.

"I think I saw them go into the kitchen with Marty, Moose and Rat."
Said the younger man inclining his head towards a double door.

"Three on two? That could be an interesting show." Said the older man.

Bill didn't want to hear anymore and immediately left to try and find a
window into the kitchen. He was in luck. Not only was there a window
but it was open.

Carefully peering in, Bill noted that the lighting was low enough so
that he could see what was happening but no-one could see him observing
them. As quietly as he could he levered the window as far open as he
could and stuck his head all the way in.

Inside a large stainless steel table stood in the centre of the room.
The occupants of the room had decided to use each end of the table and
were presently doing so with great gusto.

At one end a slightly built young man was energetically pumping away
between the woman's legs. The woman for her part lay back submissively
and let the young man do whatever he wanted. The only indication that
she was conscious was an occasional twitch as her attacker hit a hot
spot. Although Bill couldn't see her face, her blonde hair identified
her as Michelle's companion Candy.

On the other end Michelle had been bent forward over the table. As Bill
watched, a huge gorilla of a young man stepped up behind her. Spreading
her ass cheeks, he lined up his member and with a yell thrust forward
deeply impaling Michelle from behind.

Eliciting only a whimper from Michelle, the giant leaned forward and
hooked his huge hands under her arms. Still filling her from behind, he
raised her upright. Shifting his grip so that he hugged Michelles lithe
form around her stomache and breasts, he turned away from the table.

Michelle's shapely legs dangled and swayed with the movement of their
two coupled bodies and her head lolled loosely until her attacker
tilted her head back so that it rested on his beefy shoulder.

Calling to another young man on one side of the room, he said "C'mon
Marty, I've got her all ready for you!"

At his words the young man looked up at him. "Are you sure about this?
She's out cold. I'm not sure we ought to be taking advantage of her
like this."

The giant looked at him scornfully. "You heard what the coach said. The
girls are paid for until 12 o'clock and until then we can party with
them as much as we like. I'd be a shame if she slept through the rest
of the night and we didn't get our moneys worth. Aint that right baby?"

With that said he ground his hipsforward slightly into Michelle's
yielding body eliciting a deep groan from her.

"Yeah okay." Said Marty.

Word suiting deed he stepped up in front of Michelle and carefully
inserted himself into her pussy.

With Michelle safely sandwiched between them, the giant released is
grip on Michelle's slack body allowing her to slump between them.
Shifting his grip to her breasts, the giant began to pump into her as
Marty in front grasped her hips and did likewise.

Bill watched for a while as Michelle bounced bonelessly around between
the two young men assaulting her. The giant shot his load first
followed soon after by his partner in crime.

Having had their fun, they extracted themselves from Michelle's limp
body and carefully maneuvered her onto the table on her back. Leaving
her with legs spread and one arm dangling loosely over the table they
busily dressed themselves.

At the other end of the table, the copulating couple had finished and
was already pulling their clothing on. Once they had finished, Candy
leaned over to her latest lover and treated him to a passionate kiss
that drew the attention of the other two.

"Jeeze Rat." called out the giant. "Haven't you had enough yet?"

"Yeah Rat you horny bastard." Said Marty. "Leave the hooker alone.
She's still got work to do!"

Candy had by now broken off the kiss and jumped down from the table.
Taking a moment to press herself up against the slightly built young
man she purred into his ear. "Anytime you find yourself downtown, you
just come and look me up. I'll always have a vacancy waiting for you."

Grinning from ear to ear, the young man known as Rat sauntered out of
the room unable to believe his luck.

Having sent Rat away with a peck on the cheek, Candy strode over to
Michelle. Sitting the still unconscious woman up on the table, Candy
gently patted Michelle on the cheeks in an attempt to bring her round.
"C'mon Suzy wake up! There're still 3 guys we haven't fucked yet and
we're still on the job for another half hour."

"I don't think she'll be able to do much of anything for a while." Said
Marty. "That Angel Dust fucks you up pretty bad."

"Not to mention you two studs banging her back and front huh?" said
Candy almost sarcastically.

"Hey we didn't do anything that she didn't like." Said the giant
thrusting a huge paw into Michelle's still sopping pussy. Weakly
Michelle groaned and wriggled her hips into his invading hand.

"Anyway, those other three won't be using your services. Their
girlfriends are out there would kill them if they did." Observed Marty.

"And what about you two boys. Aren't your girlfriends going to get
their knickers in a twist if they see you partying with us? Asked
Candy.

"I don't have a girlfriend." Said Marty. "And Moose here keeps wearing
them out too fast so he doesn't have one either."

Just then Michelle rolled her head from side to side and murmured
"Gotta fuck. Need it so bad." And then almost as if she were having an
internal argument with herself continued "No! Mustn't do it. Gotta find
Bill." And then lapsed back into unconsciousness.

"She'll have all her marbles back by the time you girls are ready to
leave." Said Marty. "I've seen it before, the drug is wearing off."

"Wow, is she having a bad trip." Exclaimed Moose. "Maybe we should give
it to her again to keep her happy."

"What about you boys giving it to me and keeping me happy?" said Candy.

Gently lying Bills slowly recovering nude wife down, Candy drew the two
young men up the other end of the table.

Bill had been ready to jump in and overpower the two young men but
their preoccupation with Candy and consequence ignoring of Michelle
made it unnecessary.

With only half an hour to go, Bill decided to wait until the two
involuntary hookers were finished before attempting a rescue. Choosing
not to observe any further lest he be discovered, Bill sat outside the
kitchen window and listened as Candy took on both of the young men.

Half an hour of grunts, groans and female cries of ecstasy later, the
two women left the party. Not that it was over mind. In fact the party
was in full swing. But the coach had only pre-paid for 4 hours and 4
hours is exactly what he got. No more, no less.

"Aw c'mon girls. The party's only just beginning. You can't disappear
on us yet." That was the coach at the doorstep pleading with the two
departing hookers.

"Listen guy. You paid for 4 hours worth of pussy and your time is up.
No pay, no play. You know the rules. If you got the cash then we got
the stash. Now what about it?" said Candy.

"But I just spent my last buck on booze. C'mon gimme a break!"
backpedaled the coach.

"You're breakin my heart." said Candy coldly. "We're outta here!"

"You bitch, I'll never hire you two dykes again!" he yelled.

Leaving the enraged coach still swearing on the doorstep, the two
women walked out onto the street. Bill followed behind at a safe
distance. Bill had decided the best way to retrieve his wife would be
to wait until they reached a dark spot and then jump them.

Candy was helping Michelle as they walked. Michelle had obviously not
fully recovered from her experiences and was still a little unsteady on
her feet. As they walked, they talked.

"Hey great gig!" said Candy.

"Yeah. I especially liked the tall blonde one." Responded Michelle.

"Which one? There were several." Queried Candy.

"You know which one. I think he did a number on me." Said Michelle.

"Oh --THAT-- one! Think you might have the hots for him?" asked Candy.

"I dunno. He was kinda cute." Said Michelle.

"Well keep it to yourself. You know we're not supposed to get dicked by
the same guy twice in a row." Said Candy.

"Yeah it's sorta strange like that." Agreed Michelle adding "He was
nice and all but it'd take more than one guy to keep me satisfied in
bed."

"Oh at least half a dozen I'd say." Joked Candy.

"Hey, You can't talk! That trick you liked last month turned out to
be a serial rapist." countered Michelle.

"True, but you've got to admit, that boy was hung." said Candy.

Michelle smiled weakly and would have replied if not for a loud
clattering noise behind them.

Cursing his clumsiness, Bill picked himself up off the pavement. He'd
been so cautious about staying hidden that he'd forgotten to watch his
feet and had tripped over the curb.

"Who's there?" challenged Candy.

"Errr..just me." Bill stammered not being able to think of anything
else to say.

"Come out of there and show yourself." demanded Michelle.

Not having any other choice now, Bill stepped forward into the light.

"Hey I saw you before when we left the club. Are you following us? You
some sort of pervert or something?" demanded Candy.

"Ummm..no" said Bill.

Candy looked disappointed and was about to say something else when
Michelle interrupted.

"Wait a minute, I recognise you." Michelle said causing Bills heart to
leap at the possibility that his wife recognised him. "You're that jerk
that Art had a piece of two nights ago. Listen fellah, just stay away
from us. We're not into weirdos. Go roll your hoop some place else."

"Don't be so hard on the guy Suzy. He's sorta cute." Sidling up to
Bill, Candy snuggled into him. "Whattaya say handsome. Got any dough?
Maybe we can come to an arrangement?"

Bill was completely confused but suddenly had an idea. "Yeah I got some
cash on me. Maybe we can party?"

"Are you sure you want to ball this guy Candy? He doesn't look like
he's man enough to satisfy either of us let alone both of us."

"Suzy, what is with you? Besides it could be fun. It's only just past
midnight plus we weren't told that we couldn't. Anyway, I sorta like
him." pouted Candy.

Bill was also playing up to her emotions "C'mon doll. Let's party.
There's plenty of me to go 'round. Let's have a good time!"

"Well..okay." said Michelle. She still wasn't particularly keen but the
prospect of some more action obviously interested her. Copying Candy
she snuggled in under Bill's other arm and together the trio headed off
down the road.

Passing an all night convenience store, Bill suddenly said "Say girls,
I just need to pop into the store for some essential items. Would you
mind waiting for just a moment?"

"Sure honey." Purred Candy. "But if you need protection, I've got one
you can have."

"Errr..thanks but I always use a particular brand." Said Bill adding
"You don't mind do you?"

After getting a positive response, Bill hurried into the shop. He was
out again in several minutes with his purchases safely tucked into a
brown paper bag.

Snuggling themselves back under his arms again, the women guided Bill
off to the nearest motel.

On the edge of the red light district, hotels weren't hard to find. It
also wasn't a surprise to find one open at midnight offering rooms for
as short a time as an hour.

Stepping up to the desk clerk with two barely dressed women under his
arms, it wasn't hard to work out what Bill was after.

"You'd like a room for an hour?" queried the desk clerk in a bored tone
as the trio walked in.

"Errr.. Yeah that'd be great." Stammered Bill.

Paying the clerk and getting the key, Bill turned to the two women.
"Why don't you two ladies go on ahead and I'll be up in a moment."

"Okay, don't be long lover boy." Cooed Candy.

Waiting until the two women had headed up the stairs and were therefore
out of earshot, Bill spoke to the desk clerk. "Say buddy, how much
extra to rent the room until Monday?"

To say the clerk was surprised was an understatement. Nobody rented
rooms for any prolonged period in that hotel. Even the biggest perverts
only managed 3 hours.

"Ya know that this is Saturday don't ya?" queried the clerk cautiously.

"Yeah I know." Replied Bill.

"Ah know you got two fillies but damn you goin to be busy." Said the
clerk as he charged Bill an extra $100.

Satisfied, Bill headed up to his allotted room. As he expected the door
was unlocked and he walked in after a light tap on the door. Also as
expected, the room was dingy and dominated by a large double bed. What
he didn't expect was Candy and Michelle to be locked together in a
passionate kiss like they'd been lesbian lovers for years.

Looking up from the bed, Candy said "We were getting bored so we
started without you. You don't mind do you hon?"

"Hey, no problem. I just wanted to get this bottle opened by the clerk
so that we could have a drink." Said Bill as he held up the bottle that
he'd purchased at the convenience store.

"Sorry there don't seem to be any glasses." He said looking around the
yellowing furnishings.

"That's okay. We don't need them." said Michelle showing a genuine
interest for the first time. Capturing the bottle from Bill, she took a
healthy swig from it before passing it to candy.

When the bottle eventually came around to Bill, he tipped it to his
lips and made a drinking motion without actually swallowing anything.

A half an hour later, they'd finished half of the bottle. Bill made
sure that Candy had had the majority of the amber liquid. The sleeping
pills that he'd also bought at the convenience store and mixed into the
open bottle before entering the room were having a definite effect on
the two women.

Candy had collapsed into the only chair in the room and appeared to be
completely asleep. Michelle was still standing but only with Bills aid.
Otherwise she would have probably collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Carefully taking the bottle from Michelle's weak grasp, Bill began to
steer her towards the bed.

"Where are we going?" asked Michelle dreamily.

"You're going to get laid." Bill responded.

"That's nice." Michelle responded innocently.

Getting Michelle into the bed was easy. However getting her undressed
was harder than Bill remembered. After several minutes of struggling he
was able to remove the one-piece low cut mini dress she wore. However,
Bill was then challenged with her brassiere.

The bra she wore was front loading and it took Bill all of 5 minutes to
work out that simple fact. Having unhooked it he then had to raise her
up to get it off. Finally able to relieve her of the bra and he turned
his attention to the panties.

They were pink and cut high up on her hips. Nature plus some extensive
dieting had endowed Michelle with an extremely shapely form and the
underwear complemented her figure well. Bill managed to get the straps
off of her hips but found that the panties were almost glued onto her
pussy due to the moistness between her legs.

After a bit of experimentation Bill found that if he spread her legs
slightly he could strip the panties off her easily which is exactly
what he did.

Throughout the entire episode, Michelle had lain back docilely and
allowed Bill to ineptly fumble with her body. Not unconscious, she had
occasionally sleepily called him a pervert and once she'd even mumbled
something about rape.

Bill had stiffened at that comment. He couldn't afford to have her
screaming or making a fuss. However he'd relaxed when she'd smiled
immediately after saying it and tried to snuggle into him.

Finished for the moment, Bill sat back exhausted. On the bed Michelle
moved languorously and tried to burrow into the bedclothes. She wasn't
completely naked but after the struggle with her undergarments, Bill
could no longer be bothered getting her garter belt and stockings off
as well.

Candy remained slumped in the chair. If everything went according to
plan, she'd stay that way until after he'd finished with Michelle.

Switching off the light and stripping off his clothes, Bill slipped
onto the bed next to his still dopey wife. "Come on honey, time to put
out for me."

Rallying her senses slightly, Michelle murmured questioningly "Time to
fuck?"

"That's right baby. Let's fuck." said Bill soothingly.

"I don' wanna." Michelle replied miserably.

"Don't be like that baby. You obviously need some help getting into the
mood."

Ignoring her mumbled reply, Bill carefully rolled onto Michelle so that
his right leg was between her legs. A moment later he rolled back
bringing her with him so that they both lay on their sides facing each
other. Michelle had automatically raised her legs to keep her balance
and Bills right leg was still sandwiched between them giving him
unrestricted access to her crotch.

Gently he kissed her and then reached down and began to manipulate her
pussy. Gradually she began to wriggle in his arms. Sleepily she
protested, "Don't.. Don't." but Bill continued to manually arouse her.
He'd been married to her long enough to know how to get her passions
smouldering and playing with her pussy was a definite starter for ten.

Bill watched with interest as the heat in her loins slowly built up to
fever pitch and rapidly burnt through the drugs in her system. Suddenly
without warning Michelle flung her arms around him and drew him into a
deep passionate kiss.

At that point Bill slowed his manipulations between her legs. He still
stroked her but his touch was now more of a caress than an attempt to
bring her into heat. With her motor running, there was no need to
stimulate her any further. 'Michelle could fuck a fence post once she's
in the mood' thought Bill.

And was she in the mood! Michelle was no longer a passive participant.
Actively clutching at Bill she was simultaneously trying to smother
Bill in kisses whilst also trying to mould her body as close as
possible to him.

Deciding it was time, Bill rolled Michelle onto her back. Still locked
into a kiss with her, he carefully lay on top of her. Unconsciously her
thighs parted to give him better access. After a brief hesitation he
slid deeply into her wetness.

Michelle acknowledged his entry in her willing body with a contented
sigh. Still clinging to him, she nuzzled her face into his chest in
complete abandonment to her body's signals of pleasure. All thoughts of
money, customers and even Mortimer briefly forgotten as the heat in her
loins overrode everything.

For his part, Bill was trying hard to pace himself but in the years
that they'd been married he'd never been involved in a sexual situation
so perverted. True he was having sex with his wife but she was also an
innocent woman that had been programmed into becoming an unwitting
hooker as well as a reluctant sexual participant that he had been
forced to overpower using drugs (whew).

All things being equal, Bill was pretty turned on himself. To say he
was cooking with gas was an understatement. He was way past that point.
If they could have harnessed sexual energy, Bill would have been past
his first Kilowatt and approaching powering a small city.

With a mighty yell, he thrust into his yielding wife and shot his load
into her. Michelle had already had her first orgasm and Bill's activity
pushed her over the brink of her second.

Collapsing on top of Michelle, Bill began to whisper sweet nothings to
her and cover her in gentle kisses. As the fire in her body slowly died
down, the sleeping pills gently lulled Michelle back into a semi
conscious state.

Worn out from his first coupling, Bill prised himself off the bed.
Assuring himself that the two women weren't in any condition to go
anywhere, he went down to the desk clerk for a can of coke.

Returning to the room ten minutes later he smiled at Michelle's
sleeping form before sliding down next to her again.

For the next 24 hours, Bill rode Michelle almost continuously. He lost
count of how many times they'd done it. Every time seemed like the
first time and Michelle had become more and more of an active
participant as the drugs wore off and she became more in command of her
faculties.

After 24 hours, Bill prised himself away from between Michelle's spread
legs. He needed rest badly, food even worse. But he couldn't rest until
he'd finished the job. Carefully scooping Candy out of the chair that
she'd remained dozing in from the start, he gently deposited her on the
bed next to Michelle. Then just as carefully, he lifted his completely
satisfied and also exhausted wife into his arms and deposited her in
the chair so recently vacated.

Pausing only a minute to give Michelle a few mouthfuls of the doctored
drink, he stepped back towards the bed. The next 24 hours were spent
entangled with Candy's languid form.

The drugged drink seemed to have a slightly different effect on Candy
and she remained in a semi conscious state during their couplings. She
knew he was there, who he was and what he was doing but she remained in
the twilight zone despite having had substantially less of the doctored
drink over a longer period than Michelle.

Bill gave Candy her last orgasm at 2am Monday Morning and then
collapsed beside her for a few hours of well-deserved rest.

He was awoken what seemed like minutes later by a loud banging on the
door. As he stirred, he noticed that Michelle had managed to make her
way over to the bed without his assistance and was presently curled up
next him while Candy slumbered on the other side.

As he was contemplating the situation, the door swung open and a
slightly annoyed desk clerk stepped in.

"What's goin on in here? You should have been out 30 min...holy mother
of pearl!" exclaimed the desk clerk.

"Listen, I sorta had a rough night." Explained Bill sitting up between
the two spent women. "Any chance you could give us 20 minutes more and
we'll be out of your hair."

"Errrrr..yeah. I guess." Replied the clerk absently as his gaze shifted
backwards and forwards between the exposed forms of the two females.
Looking back up at Bill with a sly look in his eye he said, "You just
take your time boy. After a show like that it's the least I can do for
you."

"Thanks!" Bill called out to the door as it closed, making a mental
note to leave a generous tip for the man when they left. Turning to
Michelle, he shook her gently and she slowly revived.

"Hmmmm..what a weekend lover. Are you up to another go? I'm a morning
person so that's when I give the best head." Said Michelle as she
smiled up at him.

"Sorry babe. We got 30 minutes to get outta here. How do you feel?"
asked Bill.

"Great so long as you're around." Responded Michelle lovingly.

"Don't you have to get back to Mortimer?" asked Bill. He phrased it as
a question but it was actually a test to see where Michelle's devotions
lay.

"Forget about that loser. I'm in love with the greatest guy in the
world." Said Michelle. When Bill raised an eyebrow she giggled and said
"You silly."

Bill was relieved that his hastily hashed together scheme had actually
worked. Remembering Mortimer's words to Frankie, he'd made sure that
he'd had the two women as many times as he could in the short period
available to him. His plan appeared to be successful as Michelle was
apparently infatuated with him. He fully expected that Candy would be
in a similar frame of mind.
 

Speaking up he said, "Oh baby, you don't know how pleased I am to hear
that. Why don't you start getting dressed and I'll wake up Candy."

However that proved to be easier said than done. After a bit of
difficulty, Bill did manage to wake her up and she was more lucid than
she had been in the early hours of the morning when Bill had last had
her. However, she was a long way from being completely 'with it'.

As Michelle had finished dressing, Bill instructed her to help dress
Candy. In the meantime, he busied himself with dressing.

Satisfied, the three of them left the room and the hotel after
bestowing a sizable tip on the delighted desk clerk.

Passing by the sports club on their way to the bus stop, they noticed a
commotion. An ambulance with its lights flashing was parked outside the
clubrooms. As they got closer, Bill noticed that a man was lying on the
ground being attended to by the medics. Idly he noted that it appeared
to be the team coach and he thought he heard one of the medics say
'assault and battery victim' into his portable radio as they passed.

Trying not to look too conspicuous as he and Michelle half carried
Candy between them they walked to the nearest bus stop. It would be
several days before Bill even attempted to retrieve their two cars
still sitting where they'd abandoned them on the first day of their
adventure.
 
 
 
 

And so everyone got what they deserved.

Bill and Michelle found love, happiness and a stable relationship again
(albeit with more sex than before) which they deserved.

Mortimer the overbearing techno geek lost two of his best performing
hookers and went into such a fury that he literally went off the deep
end. He disappeared from sight and rumors of another underground
organisation have recently begun to surface.

The foul mouth coach was blamed by Mortimer for the loss of the two
hookers and was rewarded with a two-week stay in the hospital courtesy
of Art. He didn't really deserve it but what the hell, he wasn't a
major character.

Art followed his dreams and became a movie critic for a leading
newspaper. (Not a plot stopper but I like happy endings.)

Candy aka Mrs Jill Peace fell in love with Bill Arthwaite and
divorced her alcoholic husband. She and Michelle take turns at
waking Bill up in the mornings. One of them is pregnant but they
refuse to say which.
 
 

THE END
 
 

Hmmmm? What's that? Oh yeah. Bill never discovered how to turn
Michelle and Jill back to normal and he spent the rest of his
days being entertained by his own personal hookers. Now THAT
really is a happy ending!
 
 

THE REAL END!!!