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From the Author
This story was a bit of a strange one. I quite liked the housewife
turned hooker idea and so wrote my own. What I hadn't expected was
that the story would take on a life of its own. I didn't write it
as much as it dragged me along and I just committed the words to
paper.

Dan McGinty hummed happily to himself as his wife Lorraine sat next
to him in the car. True, she had to work the night shift at the
library stacking books but all told he was a happy man. He had a
great wife (although some might consider her mousie), a steady job
and a good home life. What more could a man ask for?

"You're sure I can't take you all the way to the library?" Dan
enquired for the umpteenth time.

"Now you just get your cigarettes and don't worry about me." Replied
Lorraine inspecting him over the tops of her horn rimmed glasses. "If
I'd known you were going to try and babysit me, I never would have
let you take me to the bus stop in the first place."

"But it might be dangerous at this time of night." Persisted Dan.

If the truth be known Lorraine had worked the nightshift every Friday
for the last 2 months and had never been disturbed by a mugger or
rapist. She looked like the stereotypical librarian; long floral
print dress, blue cardigan, horn rimmed glasses and her hair done up
in a bun. A pair of sensible shoes topped off what was an unexciting
ensemble. Nor was it a front. She actually dressed like that
normally. Dan knew that she was introverted when he married her. He
just hadn't realized how much.

Her unexciting nature didn't just extend to her dress sense. Despite
having a very 'womanly' form with a medium sized set of breasts, Dan
found her uninspiring in the bedroom. Although she enjoyed their
nights together, she wouldn't try anything other than the "normal"
position and certainly not more than twice a week. When Dan pressed
her for an explanation she had stated that doing it too often wasn't
right. He'd left it at that.

"Oh well dear, here's where we part company." Said Dan as he swung
the car into a vacant spot.

Dan leaned over and got a chaste kiss before they both got out of the
car. Fortunately, Lorraine caught the bus opposite the local store
and so only had to walk across the road.

Dan walked into the shop to get his cigarettes. The shop assistant
who looked to be a school drop out with the worst case of spots that
Dan had ever seen, told him that he'd have to get another carton of
his favourite brand from out the back.

As the nerdy little guy was busily fumbling a pack out of the new
carton, Dan glanced up to check on Lorraine's welfare. While his
attention was centred across the road, a rather garish looking car
pulled up at the bus stop. It appeared to be a large open topped
convertible finished in candy apple red. What contributed to its
tastelessness was that the entire interior including the dashboard
seemed to be covered in fur. Although the lace fringe across the top
of the front window hid the driver, Dan could definitely tell that
the man wore a wide brimmed hat and had on a white shirt unbuttoned
to show the large number of gold chains adorning his chest.

Alarmed, Dan watched as the driver called out to his wife. As she
stepped forward, the man held something up for her to see. Lorraine's
reaction surprised Dan. All the life seemed to drain out of his
wife's face and she shivered as her arms dropped loosely to the
sides.

Really concerned now, Dan quickly threw some money at the clerk
before dashing out the door. Although the transaction had taken only
a few seconds, it had been long enough for Lorraine to get into the
car with the strange man. They were already driving sedately away
when Dan jumped into his own vehicle. Suddenly remembering that he'd
left his car keys on the shop counter, Dan hurried back into the
store to retrieve them. Silently cursing under his breath, he jumped
back into his car and pulled away without looking. In the distance he
could just make out the taillights in the gathering gloom.

Dan soon discovered that trying to catch up to a car with a head
start is difficult even when it's moving a sedate pace. Several
frustrating sets of traffic lights and a pedestrian crossing later,
he watched as the car in rounded a corner in the distance. When he
finally got there, there was no sign of where they might have gone.
The next intersection was too far away for them to have reached it
before he caught sight of them so Dan assumed that they had driven
down one of the many alleyways nearby.

Finding an empty spot to park, Dan started to get out of the car.
Suddenly realizing he was in the seedier part of town, he reached
back in and put on the steering lock before retrieving the flashlight
he always carried for emergencies.

Locking the car securely he began investigating several alleyways
that looked promising. The first proved to be empty except for a wino
and a woman promising him "the time of his life". The second turned
out to be more rewarding as he found the candy apple red car parked
at the side of a building whose corner sign "girls, girls, girls" lit
up not only the whole alleyway but a large portion of the street as
well. The car was unsurprisingly empty but Dan had a gut feeling that
its occupants would be inside.

Dan was just about to rush inside and demand his wife back when
sanity suddenly prevailed. Looking about, he realized that if he did
anything rash in this part of town he'd probably wind up as one of
those numbers on the second page of the paper entitled "Murders this
year". Carefully avoiding the glances of several women hanging about
the corner hoping for his patronage, Dan ambled down the alleyway as
casually as he could.

Slipping behind the building he suspected held his wife, he looked
around. The only dim light came from a window too far up for him to
get to. Looking around at the various rubbish bins Dan had an idea.

Several smelly minutes later, Dan stood atop a small column of
rubbish bins and sacks of refuse. By standing on tiptoe he was just
barely able to get his eyes level with the window. The window had at
one point been painted over. The layer of paint had long since
started to flake away giving him a partial view into the room. He
considered trying to scratch more of it away but didn't want to alert
the occupants of the room with anything that might reveal his
presence.

By moving slightly he could see through a small gap in the paint. His
precarious perch didn't allow him much movement so couldn't see
everything in the room. The room appeared to be a small changing room
perhaps 10 feet x 10 feet. He could definitely see the top of a
makeup mirror and several costumes hung on hooks against one wall.

The room also had two occupants. They were positioned such that he
couldn't quite see low enough to view them. He knew they were there
though due to the shadows that they cast in the room. He also thought
he heard a voice. It definitely wasn't a conversation but more like
one would speak to a small family pet.

Torn between pressing his ear against the glass or trying to see as
much as possible, Dan was preempted by one of the figures moving.
Through his spy hole he saw a wide brimmed hat move over to one wall.
When its owner walked away a moment later, a blue cardigan hung
neatly from one of the hooks on the wall.

With a sudden feeling of dread, Dan knew who the other occupant of
the room was. Deciding to risk it, he carefully ran a thumbnail over
a section of paint immediately in front of his nose. It flaked off
easily although the sudden rocking motion reminded him of how
unstable his position was.

Sure enough, Lorraine stood in the middle of the room. Now minus her
cardigan, she stood blankly as the unknown man began to undress her.

First to go was the horn rimmed glasses followed by the shoes, dress,
slip and bra. Finally down to her panties, the man didn't pause to
admire his handiwork, but began to apply a heavy layer of makeup to
her face. Eye shadow, eyeliner, false eyelashes, blush and a bright
red lipstick soon made Dans wife Lorraine unrecognisable. The
addition of a long blonde wig to cover her brunette hair and the
mousie librarian was transformed. Gone was the meek unexciting
housewife. In her place stood a wet dream.

Dan was so amazed that he forgot where he was and almost fell off of
the precarious stand beneath his feet. Quickly regaining his balance,
he peered back though the window again.

Without warning the man stepped up behind Lorraine. Threading his
arms around her waist, he casually reached up and cupped a naked
breast with one hand while the other expertly slipped under the
waistband of her panties to cup her sex.

From his vantage point outside, Dan could tell that the man was
manually stimulating his helpless wife. Dan could read the signs as
Lorraine began to unconsciously thrust her hips into the mans hand.
It wouldn't be long until she came.

Just as suddenly as he began, Lorraines assailant pulled his hand
away from her crotch. There was an audible snap as the elastic on
Lorraines panties snapped back into place. Moving his now free hand
to her unoccupied breast he began to roughly squeeze it just as he
had been doing to its neighbor since he began. Suddenly deprived of
sensation, Dans now thoroughly stimulated wife began to wriggle her
hips around in a vain attempt to regain the lost sensation.

Several minutes later, the man ceased his attentions on Lorraines
chest entirely. Moving over to a cupboard the man calmly pulled out a
small box, which he deposited on the floor next to Lorraine. In an
amazingly fluid movement the man reached over, grabbed Lorraines
panties by the waist elastic at the back and jerked the flimsy
garment all the way to her ankles.

Dan was surprised by this sudden move. Lorraine however stood
docilely in the center of the room as the last defense of her body
was stripped from her. Her body swayed slightly as the mans actions
pulled her off balance momentarily. Carefully lifting first one foot
and then the other the man quickly removed the moist scrap of material
from around her ankles.

Moving around to her front, he briefly tweaked each nipple before
dobbing a small drop of rubber glue on it and then capping it with a
sequined pastie complete with tassel. Pausing only long enough to
ensure the pasties were solidly attached to Lorraines nipples, the
man reached into the box and pulled out a sequined G-string. Placing
Lorraines feet through the straps, the man took a brief moment to
fondle her pussy and ignite her still smoldering passions before
pulling the G-string all the way up.

Pulling a pair of blue sequined high heels out of the box, the man
quickly fitted them to Lorraines feet. Stepping back for a moment to
admire his handiwork, Lorraines unnamed assailant fished around
inside his pocket. Pulling out a silver coloured card, the man held
it up such that Lorraine had a clear view of it. The card was about
the size of a credit card. Other than its colour and an odd symbol on
its face there was nothing unusual about it. However, the effect on
Lorraine was startling.

Dons normally prudish wife swayed slightly and brought one hand up to
her head. Regaining her balance and shaking her head slightly,
Lorraine focused her eyes on the man. Suddenly without warning she
literally threw herself at him. Throwing her arms around his neck she
smothered him in kisses and literally draped herself all over him.

The man separated himself from her with difficulty. Holding her at
arms length he said "Perhaps later my dear."

"But Frankie, I'm well, you know in the mood." Replied Lorraine in a
squeaky girlish voice that Dan didn't recognize.

"I know my little whore, but right now you have work to do. Now be a
good girl and maybe we'll party later." Answered the man Dan now knew
as Frankie.

Lorraine started to voice a whiney protest but Frankie held a
gold card in front of her quickly silencing her. He briefly mumbled
a few words at her that Dan missed. Taking Lorraines hand, Frankie
drew her along behind him as he left the room. Lorraine allowed
herself to be led away like a small child.

Dan was just about to jump off of his precarious perch when the door
suddenly swung open again. A man dressed very similarly to Frankie
entered with a young girl in tow. Dan was surprised that the girl was
vaguely familiar. With a shock, Dan realised that it was Amanda their
next door neighbour.

Amanda was a university student. She was often out late studying for
her doctorate in Chemistry. Dan watched as Amanda was stripped of her
blouse revealing a small St Christopher on a chain around her neck.

At that point Dan decided that he needed a better strategy than
trying to charge in like Rambo. Retreating to his car, he began to
plan out his next move.

Sitting in his car, Dan was stunned. He wasn't really sure what to
think. His wife, the one he loved most in the world was right now
inside one of these sleazy clubs probably doing something he really
didn't want to know about. The most frustrating part was that he
couldn't tell whether it was voluntary or if she was being forced.
Her actions could be interpreted either way.

Dan was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the
person in the long winter weight overcoat standing next to his window
until a hand rapped on the glass.

Startled, he wound the window down slightly mindful of the area that
he was in.

The wearer of the coat stepped back a pace revealing herself as a
hooker. Her blonde hair was piled high on top of her head in a messy
heap and she smiled at Dan with her overly made up face.

"Wanna date mista?" she said in a nasally voice as she chewed on her
gum.

Wobbling slightly on her too high heels, she held the overcoat open
to reveal a colour coordinated underwear set. The blue quarter cup
bra supported her youthful breasts but made no attempt to hide her
nipples, which were already hard. The matching G-string was also
correspondingly brief being only barely enough to cover her pubic
hair which peeped out from around the edges.

By studying her nether regions, Dan could tell she wasn't a 'true
blonde'. He also noticed that she was already ready for some action.

Seeing his interest, the hooker said "You can touch them if you want
honey."

Matching action to word, the hooker lent forward to offer her breasts
to him.

Without really knowing what he was doing, Dan wound the window down
fully and reached out to fondle the hookers' breasts. As he'd
initially thought, she was quite firm and really didn't need the
support of a bra. Suddenly noticing the St Christopher hanging from
around her neck he jerked his hand away from her.

Misinterpreting his shock, the hooker that Dan now realized was his
next door neighbour Amanda spoke "Now don't worry sugar, lots of men
come to professionals when their wives don't understand them. Come
with me and I'll take care of ya."

Dan had spent a lot time with Amanda helping her out with odd jobs in
her flat. Carefully looking into her eyes, he studied her. By
mentally eliminating the wig and the excessive makeup he could
positively identify her. However something was definitely wrong.
There was no way that the bright eyed energetic young woman that Dan
knew could be compared to the streetwise working girl in front of
him.

"Well, what's it gonna be honey?" enquired the girl.

"How much?" asked Dan, a plan forming in his mind.

"A hundred bucks for 30 minutes of the works. That includes the
room." She said indicating the building that Dan had so recently been
spying into.

"Deal." Said Dan.

Stepping out of the car and carefully locking the door, Dan allowed
himself to be lead towards the building that he most wanted to get
into (but for very different reasons) at that very moment.

Amanda led him to the main entrance of the building. The shabby sign
above the door proudly proclaimed it to be The Infinity Club. Passing
through the unimposing portal, they approached a desk with a rather
mean looking and extremely large man behind it.

"Hi Morty, can I have my regular room?" enquired Amanda.

The man known as Morty merely grunted. Turning to a rack of keys
behind him he lifted a set off its hook. Instead of handing the keys
to either of them, he simply sat there and waited.

Amanda turned to Dan and explained "You gotta pay him now before he
gives us the keys."

Fishing in his back pocket, Dan pulled out his wallet and extracted
$100 worth of $20 bills. As he did so, one of his credit cards fell
out landing on the counter silver side up.

Amandas reaction to the card was surprising. She shook her head as if
trying to clear it and reached out for the counter to steady herself.
Looking up she said in her normal voice "Who are you? Where am I?
What am I wearing ?!!"

The last comment was almost a horrified shriek as she parted the
overcoat to reveal her near nakedness. Jerking the overcoat tightly
closed around her, she looked around wildly. Her gaze settled on Dan
and a spark of recognition dawned on her. She was just about to speak
when the desk attendant held something up in front of her face.

Taking a moment to focus on it, Dan realized it was a silver coloured
card.

Amanda's face suddenly went blank and her hands that had been holding
the overcoat closed fell away to hang limply at her sides. The
overcoat also fell open to reveal her cleavage and the front of her
damp panties.

The man settled back into his seat. Relieving Dan of his $100, he
placed it in a cashbox which he replaced on the bottom shelf of the
counter. Carefully handing Dan back his credit card so that Amanda
couldn't see it he began to rummage around in a top drawer.

Dan turned his attention back to Amanda who was standing like a robot
awaiting instructions. Dan found the blank look in her eyes quite
exciting. Before he could say anything, the man known as Morty held
something else in front of Amanda's face.

This proved to be a gold coloured card. While he held the card up to
her gaze, Morty spoke to her. His voice was raspy like something
you'd hear in a bad gangster movie. "Give the man 2 hours." He said

Amanda repeated in a robotic monotone "2 hours."

Satisfied, Morty put the gold card away and held up the silver card
again.

Animated again, Amanda shook her head. Speaking again in her nasally
voice she said "Come on mista. Lets go. I wanna fuck."

Looking at Dan, Morty said "Sorry fellah, you know these hookers.
Quite often they're high on something."

The lame excuse wouldn't have satisfied Dan even if he had been a
bona fide customer. However in that situation the offer of having the
comely hooker screw his brains out for quadruple the time that he had
paid for would probably have gone a long way towards making him
forget what had just transpired.

Ignoring Morty, Amanda grabbed Dan by the hand and pulled him towards
a set of stairs adding, "I'm going to show you the best 2 hours of
your life."

Still puzzling over what had just happened, Dan allowed Amanda to
drag him several floors up, down a long hallway and into a small
bedroom. Closing the door behind them, Dan found himself facing a
large double bed. Clean sheets and fresh towels adorned the bed.

Before he had a chance to say anything, Amanda was all over him. Her
strong arms wrapped solidly around his neck while her insistent
kisses left him wanting more. She'd already shucked off the long
overcoat and her near naked breasts were pleasantly crushed against
his chest. Dan was having a great deal of trouble concentrating
especially since the bulge in the front of his trousers was
threatening to burst the zip.

Reaching into his back pocket as best he could with Amanda smothering
him with kisses, Dan drew out his wallet. Fumbling his credit card
out of his pocket he waited for a break in her feverish activity.

At the right moment he said, "Have you seen this?" Simultaneously he
held his silver coated credit card in front of her eyes.

Just as before Amanda shook her head and then looked around. However
Dan was ready this time. He had lowered his credit card out of her
view and then raised it in front of her again when she looked up.

Amandas eyes widened for a moment and then her face went blank. Her
arms previously locked around his neck fell away to dangle limply at
her sides.

Now presented with a perfect living doll, Dan found it hard to resist
her youthful body. Before he could act on that thought though Dan
heard two familiar voices passing outside the door.

Dan Carefully opened the door enough for him to peer out. Sure
enough, just passing his viewpoint was his wife accompanied by the
man known as Frankie. Lorraine had snuggled her head into Frankie's
shoulder as they walked down the hall.

Dan considered jumping Frankie and reclaiming his wife but the sheer
size of his opponent stopped him. He also had Amanda to consider.
Reluctantly he resolved to wait for a more opportune moment.

"Those men feeling me up during the show made me really hot." Said
Lorraine in her squeaky voice.

"Maybe I should arrange more private performances for you my little
slut." Replied Frankie. "Who would have thought that a group of geeky
computer nerds would be so dirty minded."

In reply Lorraine giggled and said "I was thinking of you while they
had their hands in my pussy. One of them even offered me $500 if I
slept with him. I turned him down of course. You're the only man for
me."

At that comment Frankie hesitated momentarily before continuing
darkly. "It seems I need to train you some more girl."

Sensing she'd done something wrong, Lorraine's squeaky voice took on
a slight edge "But Frankie, you know I only dance for them. And
besides you promised that we could party after the show."

Ignoring Lorraine's half pleading question, Frankie said "How long was
Their booking for? If they're still here Michelle will be dancing
for them. I'll ring down to Morty and get him to extend her
performance." Turning to Lorraine he said "Don't worry cupcakes,
you'll have plenty of chances to suck their wallets dry."

They'd stopped in front of the next bedroom along from Dan. At
Frankie's words, Lorraine lifted her head off his shoulder and said
"But Frankie I don't want to. I'd rather be with you and one of them
tried to...."

"I don't want to hear it." Interrupted Frankie impatiently. "Get your
ass in there." He commanded in a stern voice as he threw open the
door and herded Lorraine into the room. The slamming of the door
drowned out Lorraine's reply.

Dan was in a quandary. He had to find out what was going on next
door. Listening at the door would be an obvious solution but would
subject him to discovery. Remembering the alleyway, he rushed over to
the window and looked out. As luck would have it the old building had
a verandah that ran along the side.

Ignoring Amanda still standing naked with her mind in neutral, Dan
levered open the window. Not having been used in years, the old frame
opened reluctantly with a lot of pushing and shoving on Dans part.

Stepping out on the old verandah, the boards groaned under his
weight. Resolving to tread carefully, Dan moved slowly along the
verandah. The shadows hid him as he moved. Dan was thankful that the
bright neon sign was below the verandah and therefore didn't cast
much of its light up to his level potentially exposing him to
discovery.

Peering into the window of the room next door, he could see both
Lorraine and Frankie. The lighting of the room was dim but Dan had no
trouble seeing inside compared to the blackness of the verandah.

Lorraine stood in the center of the room. Her arms hung loosely at
her sides. Her body glistened with sweat from her recent exertions.
Frankie was holding a gold card in front of her eyes and speaking
commandingly to her.

"You are in a bedroom. You are a female. Therefore you are a whore."
He said.

"I am a whore." Echoed Lorraine blankly.

"I am a man. Therefore I own you."

"You own me." Recited Lorraine unemotionally.

 I am your owner. Therefore you are my whore." Continued Frankie.

"I am your whore." Continued Lorraine in parrot fashion.

"You are my whore therefore you must fuck anyone that I tell you to."
Frankie persisted.

"I must fuck anyone that you tell me to." Said Lorraine.

Satisfied for the moment, Frankie pocketed the card and waited while
Lorraine regained her senses. As soon he was certain that she could
understand him he said, "So whattaya say baby? Shall we party?"

Lorraine squealed a girlish squeal and launched herself into his
arms. Several intense minutes later, they both came up for air and
Frankie led her over to the bed.

Separating, Frankie stripped off his shirt and trousers. Lorraine had
considerably less to remove and was already lying in the bed
expectantly.

Frankie lay down next to Lorraine and they began to indulge in
foreplay. Lorraine was ready even before they got into the bed and it
didn't take long for Frankie to rise to the occasion as well.

From his vantage point outside, Dan watched as in one single motion
Frankie rolled onto Lorraine and entered her. Dan watched as Lorraine
brought her arms up to hold her attacker in the same way that she did
when they made love at home. Frankie on the other hand obviously
didn't care and was busily thrusting deeply into the yielding woman.

Dan was disturbed as he watched Lorraine humping back at her
attacker. When Dan made love to her, she was more like a sack of
potatoes than an active participant. What Dan was witnessing went way
beyond just participating. Lorraine was urging Frankie to go harder,
deeper and faster with every stroke. Dan could see it in her body.

Suddenly Lorraine clutched at her lover and thrust her hips at him
solidly. She threw her head back gasping like a fish as her orgasm
took her. Frankie watched unemotionally from on top as she fell back
spent.

Frankie rolled off the newly fucked woman. Leaning in to kiss her he
allowed his hands to rove all over her body. Basking in the afterglow
of her sexing, Lorraine let him do anything he wanted.

Breaking the moment Frankie spoke "Now baby I want you to go back to
work. Those computer geeks might be gone but we still got customers
downstairs. If I recall we're expecting a party of Chinese
businessmen. So hustle your ass down there and give them anything
they want."

"Anything?" queried Lorraine.

"Well anything provided they pay for it." said Frankie with a grin

Dan thought he might try his chances of overpowering Frankie at this
point. He'd just started examining the window for a way to open it
from the outside when suddenly there was a discreet knock on the
door. Dan quickly abandoned his attempt to open the window.

"Come in." called out Frankie.

The door opened and in stepped the man that Dan had last seen with
Amanda in the dressing room. Carefully closing the door behind him he
took a step into the room.

"I thought you might be hiding in here Frankie. Couldn't stay away
from the new girl huh? Been trying her out I see." Said the stranger.

"Hi Mick. Yeah she's not bad either." Replied Frankie.

"Lorraine was obviously confused. She vainly tried to gather up the
bedclothes to hide her nudity. Turning to her recent lover she said
"Frankie who is this guy? What's going on?"

"I'll sort this out." said Mick holding a gold card in front of
Lorraine's startled face. Redirecting his attention to the naked
woman Mick said "Lights out bitch."

Mick pocketed the card and both men watched as Lorraine's eyes closed
and she slumped back bonelessly to the bed.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Mick casually caressed Lorraine's
inner thigh. "So you think she's a keeper?" he asked Frankie.

"Could be." Confirmed Frankie. "Although we'll need to get her tits
pumped up if we're going to use her as a stripper."

To confirm his associates comment, Mick grabbed one of Lorraine's
breasts and gently squeezed. The flesh in his grasp bulged providing
Mick with a pleasant handful.

"Hmmm, I see what you mean." He responded. "Her man doesn't settle
for much does he?"

Dans ears burned at that comment.

Frankie shrugged. "From what I can tell, he's a total jerk. A woman
like this should be kept on her back. What kind of idiot lets a hot
slut like this work in a library?"

With that Mick looked up sharply. "She's a librarian? You're kidding
me!"

"Nope. She thinks she spends every Friday night down at the library
stacking books." Replied Frankie.

"Not bad!" Said Mick clearly impressed.

Frankie smiled saying, "Thanks. I'm quite proud of this one. I've
programmed her to think she's in love with me. I had to make a few
adjustments here and there but I'm pretty sure she'll perform when we
want."

"Don't forget that big conference in town next week." Mick reminded
him. "I thought we'd send a few of the girls down to work the show."

Looking at Lorraine, Frankie said, "Not to worry. You'll be ready
won't you baby." Casually he ran his hand through the lush pubic hair
of the unconscious woman.

"Well she's got the looks." Said Mick taking her by the chin and
turning her face first one way and then the other.

"Yeah but she's as blind as a bat without her dog ugly glasses." Said
Frankie. "When she was downstairs stripping in the private room, she
almost fell over several of the johns. Maybe we should get her old
man to spring for some contacts."

Laying his hand familiarly on Lorraine's flat stomach Mick grinned.
His arm flexed slightly as she inhaled and exhaled.

"By the way how's our other new recruit doing? Asked Frankie.

"Pretty good. Still lacks experience so I sent her out whoring. A
john accidentally triggered her but Morty was there to patch things
up. He gave the guy 2 hours so he's probably in pussy heaven by now."

Realising they were speaking about him, Dan watched as both men
laughed cruelly.

"Anyway I can't hang around here all night. I've got to keep those
bitches earning. Are you planning to send this slut back to work or
are you going to have another go with her? I'm sure that shouldn't
take more than a few minutes." Mick teased with a grin.

Frankie didn't even pause in his reply. "Trouble with you ugly
fuckers is that you couldn't get laid if we weren't brainwashing
these sluts."

"Later pencil dick." Said Mick with a wave as he walked out the door.

Turning back to Lorraine, Frankie studied her unresponsive face for a
moment. Leaning in he French kissed her whilst one of his hands
sought out her womanhood. Roughly parting her delicate thighs, he
began to massage her deeply between her legs.

Dan watched, as Lorraine lay on the bed like a rag doll unaware of
the perversions Frankie was doing to her. If she'd been conscious
she'd probably be assisting her own defilement mused Dan from outside
the window. By this point he'd ascertained that the window was as it
had been designed and could not be opened from the outside. He
considered breaking the glass but chose not to. With a man of
Frankie's size, he needed the element of surprise.

Eventually tiring of his liberties with the helpless woman, Frankie
pulled back from Lorraine. Dan could just barely hear him murmur to
her "Time to get back to work my little fucktoy. We've got customers
downstairs waiting for you."

Removing his hand from where it occupied the junction of her thighs,
Frankie carefully patted Lorraine on the cheeks whilst calling to her
"Come on baby. Wakey, wakey. There are still customers that need
entertaining."

Lorraine's eyes fluttered open and she groggily rolled into Frankie's
protecting arms saying, "Do I have to? Can't we just stay here and
party some more?"

Frankie adjusted his position in the bed. Helping her sit up he said
"Now be a good girl. There's only one thing you're here for and
that's to fuck. Its what the johns want and I expect you to do a good
job. We got a class act here and everyone gets his monies worth."

With a miserable "Yes, Frankie." Lorraine slid out of the bed and
pulled on her sequined G-string and high heels. Her legs seemed to be
wobbly and she tottered slightly on her high heels.

Frankie, who was standing naked beside her, steadied her. "Whoa baby.
Looks like I might have drilled you too well. Sit down. Lemme get
dressed and I'll get you a pick-me-up."

Obediently, Lorraine sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as
Frankie pulled on his attire. Frankie was as good as his word. As
soon as he was fully dressed he pulled out a small packet from one of
his trouser pockets.

Extracting a small capsule he consulted his watch before popping the
capsule into Lorraine's open mouth. "Just swallow that and you'll be
good for another 4 hours. Should just be about right to get you
back."

"Back where? Asked Lorraine.

"Now don't you worry your little head about it baby." Said Frankie
covering his slip. "Just let me do the thinking and you just keep
waving your sweet little titties in their faces Can you do that?"

"Yes Frankie." Said Lorraine with a happy smile.

The drug that Frankie had given her was already working on Lorraine
as she bounced up off of the bed. She wriggled in under Frankie's arm
saying "Are you sure we can't party some more hon? Wouldn't you
rather have me than letting those creeps downstairs paw at me?

Frankie didn't answer her question but replied. "Don't worry
sweetcheeks, there's plenty of cock for you downstairs. We got a
group of Chinese guys just waiting to party with a hot slut like you.
That snatch of yours will be filled again before you know it."

Dan could see that Lorraine was disappointed at not being able to get
more of her man. He watched with interest when Lorraine's eyes lit up
when Frankie mentioned the likelihood of more action downstairs.

The drug was definitely having an effect on Lorraine and she could
barely hold still under its influence. Unconsciously she pressed her
breasts and crotch into Frankie obviously craving more stimulation.
With a hand resting on her naked behind, Frankie guided the
stimulated wife out the door of the small bedroom.

Don still crouched out on the veranda not sure exactly what to do
next. Returning to his own room for the moment he sat down on the
bed. Ignoring the still immobile Amanda he began to think. Lorraine
had fallen foul of a band of white slavers. Worst of all they'd done
something to her that made her actually want to carry out their most
depraved desires.

Dan was still sitting on the bed half an hour later pondering what to
do. His previously faithful wife was downstairs committing acts of
debauchery that she would have no memory of the next day. What was
worst was that Dan seemed powerless to stop them. The other question
was did he want to? He had always been satisfied with his marriage to
Lorraine. But now that he'd seen the wild side of her could he go
back to accepting her normally prudish ways? The fact that that side
of her had been exposed without her knowledge or consent was
irrelevant. It was there.

Conscious of the passing of time, Dan boiled the whole matter down.
He could wait until they released Lorraine normally or he could barge
in and attempt a one-man raid. Not being a particularly notable
specimen of the human race, he doubted that he would be able to
overpower any one of his potential adversaries let alone all of them.
That just left the first option.

Dan pondered his choice. Letting them release Lorraine in the normal
course of events would be the safe thing to do. He'd avoid potential
injury to himself as well as his beloved wife. Then of course there
was Amanda.

Dan looked over at the lingerie clad beauty still standing in the
center of the room where he had immobilized her. Her chest rose and
fell regularly as she stared out into space oblivious of his
presence. Yes the first choice would be good for her too.

Dan was satisfied with his choice but what to do next? If he went
home he'd be just be wracked with anxiety until Lorraine returned.
The white slavers couldn't know that he'd discovered their operation
and so Dan expected that Lorraine would be returned to him at her
normal time and in her normal condition. If he acted like a regular
customer he might be able to pick up more information about them for
the authorities.

Checking his watch he decided to do just that. Standing up. He
approached Amanda. Reaching down into her brief panties he began to
manipulate her sex. It wasn't long before she was quite moist.

He quickly draped one of her limp arms around her neck and then
raised his silver credit card into her view.

Amanda blinked and shook her head. Using the arm around his neck to
steady herself she looked up into Dans eyes.

Dan had already planned ahead and he had begun to speak as soon as
he'd roused Amanda. "Oh babe that was incredible. What do you do for
an encore?"

Slightly confused by the gap in her memory, Amanda's professional
nature came to the fore. "Well lover, you can always hire me out for
another session."

"I'd love to but I'm all worn out. How about later? Can I get a drink
here or do I have to find a bar?" said Dan as he idly fondled her
breast.

Amanda answered with the reply Dan had expected "We've got a licensed
bar downstairs with live entertainment. I'll show you the way if you
want."

Taking Dan be the hand, Amanda led him downstairs past Morty at the
front desk and into a large room. To say the room was grungy would be
an understatement. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for several
years. Mirrors adorned several of the walls and pot plants were
dotted strategically about between the tables. A sign on the far wall
stated, "Lap dancing and video booths available from the bar."

A bar adorned one wall while a curtained stage dominated another
wall. The stage had a long extension that protruded into the room.
The end of the extension featured a polished floor to ceiling pole.
The pole currently had a scantily clad woman dancing around it

Dan got himself something to drink at the bar and found himself a
table to sit at. He watched as women in various states of undress
circulated around the room flirting with the customers. He was just
starting to search for Lorraine when something heavy landed in his
lap. Looking up he saw his wife looking back at him.

"So honey, are you having a good time?" said Lorraine with no hint of
recognition in her eyes.

"J-j-just fine." Dan managed to stammer.

"Anything I can get you? Another drink or maybe you'd like to some
more private entertainment.upstairs?" offered Lorraine.

"Errrr." was all Dan managed to get out before one of the other
patrons stepped up next to them.

The man was obviously intoxicated. Stuffing a $20 note down the front
of Lorraines G-string the man said "Hey doll, is this guy boring you?
Why don't you come and party with me? I'll show you a good time."

While he spoke, the man's hand had lingered inside Lorraine's panties
obviously copping a feel. Obligingly, Lorraine had parted her legs to
allow him better access. The stranger had made the most of the
opportunity and had reached deeply between her legs to fondle her
treasure.

Turning to Dan, Lorraine said, "Sorry sugar, maybe we can talk some
more later?"

Pausing only long enough for the stranger to remove his hand from her
crotch so she could stand up, Lorraine fitted herself under the
newcomers arm.

Still stunned by what had just happened, Dan could only stare as
Lorraine and her next trick walked towards Morty and the stairs. Dan
could see the man massaging one of Lorraine's near naked breasts as
she eagerly snuggled in under his arm.

Before they reached the door, Lorraine's body suddenly stiffened.
Shaking her head she vainly struggled trying to force herself away
from his embrace. For his part, the stranger was bigger and stronger
than her and managed to keep her under control albeit with
difficulty.

Before the pair reached the doorway, Frankie intercepted them. He
said something to Lorraine's companion that he clearly didn't like.
Lorraine freed from the man's grasp cowered behind Frankie.

From his vantage point, it looked to Dan like Frankie was trying to
calm the man down.

Turning to a girl dressed only in a baby doll nightie, Frankie
beckoned her over. As Frankie spoke to her, the girl looked at
Lorraine's most recent companion. Taking the mans hand, she guided it
around her neck and down onto one of her ample breasts. The man
smiled and let the girl guide him out the door obviously heading
upstairs.

The couples departure left Frankie and Lorraine still standing there.
Lorraine was clinging to Frankie and seemed to be crying into his
chest. Gently Frankie dabbed at her face with a handkerchief before
carefully guiding her through a door marked 'staff only'.

Dan was puzzled. What had just happened? The door that Frankie and
Lorraine had just entered, led out the back of the building. Dan knew
from previously that he could see into at least one of the rooms from
the alleyway. That would be his best chance to find out.

Casually sauntering out the door past the always vigilant Morty, Dan
quickly wound his way back into the alley. Finding his rubbish pile
just as he had left it, he carefully climbed on top of it. Balancing
as best he could he peered through the window into the small changing
room beyond.

Mick had joined Frankie and Lorraine. The small room was a bit of a
squeeze for the three of them. The two men seemed to be having a
heated conversation. It wasn't too much strain for Dan to hear what
they were saying.

"What doya mean she wouldn't fuck him?" demanded Mick.

"Just what I said." Replied Frankie. "She was doing good right up
till the point of taking him upstairs. Then she seemed to freak out."

Throughout this exchange, Lorraine stood in the center of the room
blankly ignoring the conversation. Dan assumed she'd been switched
off like the other times he'd seen it done.

"Well how come she fucked you then?" asked Mick.

"She thinks she's in love with me dummy." Replied Frankie.

"She's no good to us if she won't fuck." Observed Mick. "What should
we do about her?"

"There are only 2 choices. We can either give her the full treatment
or send her back to her hubby." Said Frankie.

Mick mulled it over before saying "Sending her back would be a lot
less trouble."

"Yeah I thought about that but she's our best girl at the moment. She
brought in $200 tonight and she hasn't fucked a single customer yet."
Said Frankie.

To emphasise his point, Frankie reached over and jerked the G-string
that Lorraine wore down to mid thigh. As the gusset stuck to her sex,
it turned the material inside out dumping several crumpled notes out
onto the floor. Lorraine's pubic hair glistened moistly in the light.

"See what I mean? There must be $150 in her stash. She's already hot
and ready. All we need to do is get her to fuck someone other than
me." Said Frankie running his hands through Lorraine's dark pubic
hair.

"If we give her the full treatment, we won't be able to send her home
again." Said Mick cautiously. "Her old personality will be gone. We
won't be able to get it back."

"I thought about that too." Said Frankie. "She wouldn't be the first
fulltime slut that we've produced. Anyway, we'd probably be doing her
old man a favour. I gather that she's pretty boring in the sack when
she's in librarian mode."

"I dunno." Said Mick. "We'd have to keep her. We don't have a foreign
buyer looking for white pussy this time round. We'd have to hold onto
her until the heat died down."

"I'm sure I can find something to keep her occupied." Said Frankie.

"You plan to keep her on her back for several months straight?" said
Mick scornfully. "I admit she'd probably be able to if we gave her
the full treatment but still. You know what I think? I think you've
got the hots for this slut."

Frankie looked at Mick in surprise. "No way. I admit she's a great
lay but you know me. I never stick to one female."

"Yeah I do know you and I still say you've got the hots for her.
You're right you don't stick to one female. But it still takes you 6
months to get tired of fucking them." Replied Mick.

"Tell you what we could do." Continued Mick. "We could give her a
short concentrated dose of the full treatment. If she'll open her
legs after that then we don't have a problem. We'd be able to send
her home and still be able to use her every Friday."

If she won't turn tricks for us, I could always keep her for myself.
We already know that she'll let me ball her." Said Frankie.

Mick looked at him in disgust. "You've spermed her once tonight and
you're already planning on when you'll lay her again? Honestly
Frankie, you live your life in your pants."

Frankie grinned taking it as a compliment. "Actually, I live my life
in her pants. Don't I baby?" As he spoke he leaned over and ran his
hand possessively through Lorraine's bush.

"Well let's get to it." Said Mick. "We've got about 3 hours to
process her. After that we'll have to decide if we're going to give
her the full treatment or send her home."

"Have we got time for a quickie? Asked Frankie.

"NO we have not!" said Mick who was more than a little irritated by
now.

Reluctantly Frankie pulled Lorraine's panties back up. Scooping the
cash off the floor he pocketed it and extracted the now familiar
silver card. He held the card in front of Lorraine's eyes and then
waited while she recovered her senses before he spoke. "Come on baby,
we're going downstairs."

"Are we going to party some more?" Asked Lorraine.

"That's right." Replied Frankie.

"He's not coming as well is he?" said Lorraine jerking a thumb at
Mick.

"Don't worry baby. He's just going to help set up some equipment and
then he'll be out of our hair." Said Frankie.

Lorraine seemed satisfied and happily snuggled into Frankie's
shoulder as he guided her out of the room. Mick trailed them
carefully closing the door behind him.

Outside Dan lowered himself from the pile of rubbish he was standing
on. Downstairs! How on earth was he going to get down there? He'd
gotten lucky upstairs with the bedrooms but he hadn't seen any doors
that looked like a basement entry.

Quickly hurrying around the front, Dan casually sauntered in the
front door. Morty recognized him from earlier and therefore didn't
challenge him. He'd managed to time it just right and passed through
just as Mick was closing a door behind where Morty sat at the
counter.

Continuing on into the main room. Dan got a drink from the bar and
chose a seat that enabled him to keep an eye on Morty and the front
desk.

Ten minutes elapsed before Frankie and Mick returned. Lorraine was
conspicuous by her absence. The two men didn't pause in the bar area
but went straight into the back offices.

Having observed Morty for a while, Dan had come up with a plan. It
seemed that Morty had a drinking problem. He surmised that Frankie
and Mick didn't know about it as Morty had the bottle well hidden
under the counter and took swigs from it occasionally. Sooner or
later Morty had to either run out of liquor necessitating a trip to
the bar or take a rest stop. When that happened Dan would jump the
counter and be in the basement door before anyone was the wiser.

A half an hour later, Dan got his chance as Morty prised himself away
from the counter and headed towards the bar. Dan stood up from his
seat and headed towards the front door as casually as he could. As he
passed the counter, he risked a quick glance over his shoulder.
Noting that Mortys back was still to him, he took a step up to the
counter, sat on it and then hooked his legs over it before jumping
off on the other side. The move hadn't been as smooth as he'd planned
but it got him there.

Quickly entering the basement door and closing it behind him he
hurried down the steps to the bottom. Pausing there he waited to see
if he'd been detected. Apprehensively he heard the floorboards creak
as Morty returned to the counter. Nothing happened so Dan assumed
that he hadn't been detected.

The room he found himself in was simply a large room with four beds
lined up head first against the wall. It was easy to figure out which
one Lorraine was on as she lay in one of only two occupied beds. A
large breasted blonde occupied the other one.

When Dan looked closer he noted that both women were in the
'missionary' position. They each had what appeared to be a mannequin
atop them. Their arms and parted legs were strapped securely to the
man shaped figures.

Both women were completely naked and bathed in sweat. The blondes
alabaster skin showed the sweat more clearly than Lorraine's more
tanned body. A bulky set of goggles covered their eyes and headphones
covered their ears. A set of leads ran from each of the devices to a
box set on the wall set above each bed. Other leads ran to devices
attached to the woman's nipples and also a dildo like device between
each woman's legs.

The women weren't lying placidly in their beds either. Both were
twitching and trembling constantly. Dan suspected they might be
crying out as well if it weren't for the soft red ball gags fitted
into each of their mouths.

A small video screen beside each bed played a picture. Dan assumed it
was what each of them was experiencing through the goggles and
headsets. The pictures shown were like a collection of small scenes
out of romance novels strung together. The pictures on Lorraines
video screen seemed to be cycling through faster so he paused to
study them.

The pictures were shot as if the viewer were experiencing them
personally. Dan was confused until he realized that Lorraine would be
seeing it as if from her own perspective.

The first scene showed a young man. He was handsome and dashing. He
took her out to a fine meal. After they'd eaten, the young man
presented her with an expensive bracelet. Later he escorted her home.
The picture slowed as she drew him to her bed and they made
passionate love. Lorraine's body began to wriggle during the love
scenes. At the stories end she grunted through her gag as she came.

The next scene featured a different man. Not so young, not so
handsome he took her out, gave her gifts and again bedded her.
Lorraine grunted again at the right moment as she orgasmed. And so it
went.

Dan watched several more scenes as she slowly changed from accepting
gifts for sex to money for sex. Her ravishers slowly became less and
less young and attractive and slowly evolved into more average
looking men.

Dan finally understood that the scenes were slowly reprogramming his
wife into accepting money for sex. The life size figure and other
electronic paraphernalia were to provide the physical aspects of the
programming.

Dan quickly decided that he had to stop this. Studying the electronic
equipment he worked out how it operated and pressed a button. The
picture on the screen suddenly died and Lorraine went completely
limp. Hurrying now, Dan removed the gag from her mouth and unstrapped
her from the man sized figure. Pulling all the gadgets from her body,
Dan scooped her up into her arms and began carrying her up the
stairs.

Almost to the top, Dan suddenly halted. What about Morty? He hadn't
planned on how he was going to escape. It was especially difficult
now he had an insensible Lorraine to take with him. Thinking back to
the way he'd entered, Dan sat down on one of the top steps sitting
Lorraine in his lap. Morty would have to leave the desk again at some
point. Dan would simply wait until that happened and then slip out.

Lorraine had not put up any resistance to his actions. Dan hoped she
didn't get her senses back too quickly. If she made any noise, Morty
might be alerted. Currently she sat naked and limp in his lap.

Looking up at him dreamily, Lorraine murmured "Are we going to party
now?"

Keeping his voice down lest Morty hear him, Dan said "That's right,
we're going to party now."

"That's nice." Said Lorraine with a smile. "I like to party. It makes
me feel good all over."

Just then Dan heard the floorboards squeak as Morty moved away from
the desk. Waiting a minute, he opened the door and peered out. Sure
enough the seat behind the counter was empty. Quick as a flash, Dan
was up the stairs and out the front door with Lorraine still cradled
in his arms.

Ignoring the startled looks of passersby on the street, Dan bundled
his naked wife into the car and then sped off before anyone inside
was the wiser.
 

--- 6 months later ---
 

Dan smiled, outwardly pleased with himself. Lorraine's original
assailant Frankie had just earned for himself a nice long stay at
government expense for tax evasion. According to an article he had
read in this morning's paper, he'd been jailed after an anonymous tip
off.

His partner Mick had not long after been declared mentally unfit and
had been hauled off babbling something about 'hot sluts'. The doctors
seemed to think that it might be a few years before he was well
enough to re-enter the community again.

Through the grapevine, Dan had heard that Morty had come into some
money. Not knowing how to handle it, he'd turned to the bottle and
spent it all. Dan understood he could be found sleeping on a bench in
the park most nights.

Upon getting her home, Dan had turned Lorraine back into her normal
mousey self. His credit card got used regularly now and it didn't
cost him a thing. He also got a lot more satisfaction from using it.

An entrepreneur had bought out the building Lorraine's assailants had
been using for their operation. The entrepreneur had refused to
reveal himself and had turned the building into a feminist bookshop
claiming he wanted to try and reverse the evil perpetrated upon
women. All of the civic leaders had voiced supporting words of
approval for the removal of one more house of ill repute. It had also
scored big points with the feminist movement whose monthly newsletter
ran reviews of books to be found in the shop

Dan smiled again and brought his attention back to Ms Judith Kelly.
The president of the local chapter of the feminist movement presently
sat in the backroom of his newly acquired bookshop. She was shaking
her head in an attempt to clear it as he slid a silver card back into
his pocket. Speaking to the scantily clad woman he said, "So baby,
shall we party?"

The End

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