Chapter 2

"She's pregnant!"

Deja vu. "As the man told me, 'The holes still work.' Is it a problem?" I asked.

"Yeah. No. Maybe. Do they care?"

Darla eyed Manny. He's kind of sinewy and not real tall. "No, we don't care."

"Meet Darla -- And Luz. Luz is..."

"Fuckin' BEAUTIFUL!" Manny husked.

"I was gonna say Filipino, but she's that, too."

"How long?" Manny asked.

"Oh, I dunno. Sunday morning?" I winked at Darla.

"No shit? Jeezus! What limits?"

"Don't make her give birth prematurely?"

Manny swung his gaze to me, his eyes wide. "What the fuck did THAT cost?"

"More than I expected but less than I had."

"Motherfuck! I have GOT to SEE this!" He advanced on Luz -- who merely cocked her head and smiled. He reached for her, but stopped, unable to decide what to touch. The girls ultimately hadn't changed from their empire-waisted maternity dresses; they'd just put on high-heeled sandals. Luz just grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her ready for action in just the sandals. "Oh, my fucking God!" Manny gasped.

Luz reached out and took his hands. "You are birthday boy?" She settled his hands on her titties.

"Yes," Manny croaked.

"Happy Birthday! You like?"

"Oh, Jesus! Yes!" Manny gusted reverently.

"We have good time..." She rubbed his flanks and got a grip on his golf shirt -- and Manny reluctantly let go of her titties long enough for it to go off over his head. "I make a little milk now..."

"Oh, my fucking God..." Manny shut up then because he was latched onto Luz's left tit. Luz purred; he must've been doing something right.

I became aware of Darla eyeing me. "Well?"

"Yeah. Take it off and settle yourself on the bed. I'm going to want to do a slow exploration -- we've got all night."

Darla was awesome! Pregnancy had stretched her out of shape in places, but you knew what the basic shape was, and it was gorgeous! I caressed everything from the topknot of her hairdo to her red-painted toes; when I made "tsk, tsk, tsk!" noises over her stretch marks, she got a jar of cocoa butter out of her bag and I rubbed it into them. Somewhere in there, I looked over and Manny was buck naked on his knees on the other side of the bed and Luz was vacuuming his pecker while he played with her hair. Luz came out with something and Darla translated, "It's always nice to be appreciated. Manny's a nice boy."

I just chuckled -- then I woke up. "What about rubbers?"

"I have a couple in my bag," Darla muttered. "Not many. Luz should, too."

"We may have to go out," I muttered. "You have to get pussy to get diseases, which means Manny and I are clean, but..."

"Uh huh." Darla nodded. "We should get tested again. How often do you think we'll be working?"

I frowned. "I don't know. I'm not a pimp -- I'm more of a john. You may have moved up in the world to mistress or kept woman. Manny, well, Manny's a good friend."

Darla nodded. "Let's see it, Donnie." I had a hard time reconciling her businesslike attitude with her fragile appearance. I lurched up and got out of my jeans and undershorts. Darla grabbed my dick at the base, "Uh huh. Luz! Look at THIS club!"

Luz looked, grinned from ear to ear, and gabbled something. "Luz says it's a good thing she's pregnant; Manny has a babymaker!" Darla translated. Luz grinned and waggled Manny's dick -- which I hadn't made a habit of examining. It had a big flanged head on it...

"So you're happy?" I guessed.

"Yeah..." Darla lapped at my glans. "They're plenty big enough to make it fun, but you're not gonna try to kill us with these things. Too big and too small -- well, they're both problems."

Darla's mouth was like hot oil and she knew EVERYTHING about cocks, naturally; in no time I was making like a jizz fountain, blasting away. Manny didn't last as long as I did -- if I'd paid for blowjobs as piece work, we'd have been done already. Fortunately, I'd paid for more -- a lot more...

I suddenly realized that we probably needed more than a case of rubbers. "I bet you need some stuff, don't you?" I asked Darla.

"Well, yeah. Real soon, anyway," she agreed.

"How much can we get at the drug store without being gone all night or whatever?"

"Quite a bit, I bet."

"Manny?"

"Yeah?" He looked up from his exploration of Luz's pussy; you'd have thought he was a gynecologist -- or an obstetrician. Luz was on her back with her legs spread and he had both hands in her crotch, feeling this and that.

"I'm gonna take Darla and go get some supplies -- unless you want to swap out."

Manny looked from Luz to Darla and back. "I'm good."

I turned to Darla. "Get a list of Luz's needs and throw on your dress and we'll go for a ride." Darla gave me this look and I wondered what was going through her head. Then she turned to Luz and there went back and forth a couple of times before she got herself organized. "Tell Luz to behave herself and give Manny anything he wants," I instructed. Darla relayed the message and we headed out to my car; the security guard watched us troop past, bemused.

I was pulling out of the parking lot when Darla ventured, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I wasn't pleasing, I guess."

"How do you figure?" I glanced at her, frowning.

"We're done, right? You just didn't want your friend to know."

I sat there, driving automatically, while I tried to figure out what the FUCK she was talking about. Finally, I thought I had it. "I'm not a mobster. Going for a ride is, well, going for a ride. We're going to the drugstore for rubbers and feminine hygiene products or whatever."

"Oh. I thought..."

"Does Luz think that?"

"She won't be surprised if I don't come back."

"Is Manny in any danger?" I worried.

"No, she wants to live."

I shook my head to clear it. "Have we fucked?"

"No..."

"Okay, then. Why would I want to kill you right away?"

"Bad blowjob?" she ventured.

"I'm not an expert, but I know what I like -- and I thought it went well," I replied. "What else?"

"You could have been just jerking our chains earlier so we would be easier to handle and we could be going to the snuff video..."

I pulled into the drugstore parking lot. "Yeah, they do a lot of those here..." I parked and turned to her, sighing. "I'm kind of whipsawed, here. I don't really want you worrying that you're gonna be dead seconds after I frown, but on the other hand, I don't want you to decide I'm a pussy and not have any respect for me. Any suggestions?"

"Invisible threats are the worst. You worry a lot..."

"This isn't the time; this place closes soon. Let's go inside and do what I SAID we were gonna do." I got out and waved her out and we went inside the drugstore.

I bought rubbers. I bought lube. I bought sixty dollars worth of this and that to be used to keep pregnant ladies comfortable. And I bought some stuff that I hoped would let me sleep at night. Back in the car, I said, "So, okay, what did Whatshisname do for security?"

"Well, somebody was on watch all the time -- especially on the new girls," Darla related. "Either his goon, or one of the other girls. They would rat you out in a heartbeat, because nobody wanted to deal with the shit that came down when someone fucked up." She paused. "Actually, Roscoe wasn't a bad sort, for a pimp... The Armenian..." She shivered.

"Tell me a little," I instructed her. "I think I'm dealing with him by proxy."

"You didn't fight. You didn't argue. You didn't say no -- unless that was the proper answer. If you pissed him off, he would destroy you -- not just kill you -- and he made everyone else watch. New girls... he would get a shipment in and start telling them to do things. Someone would balk -- and he would kill her, right then and there. Generally, he would shoot her -- several times -- arms and legs, first, or blow off a titty sideways. He usually emptied a magazine, slowly -- and made sure she was still there for the last one. That tended to get the attention of newbies. But if you'd been around a while..." The look on her face said she was remembering multiple horrors. "If you'd been around a while, and you bucked him... Some couldn't take the heat -- just couldn't bring themselves to go any further. Some snapped. Some just got stupid. In most cases, he would tell you it was coming, but then he would wait... He liked to surprise them. Poisons -- acid -- things that hurt and took a long time, but you were probably dead from the minute it happened. He had this -- I dunno -- lime pit out back; while I was there I probably saw ten bodies go into it. He would take the poor fuck out to the pit and gather everybody to watch her scream and cry -- and die..."

I could see it all in her face... she was reliving some real horror. After a second, she said, "For him, training us was the job, but torturing and killing a few was a perk. He had four or five -- overseers, I guess you would call them. They'd each done probably everything you can think of to a woman -- but if they wanted something from you, you rushed to give it to them, because they were the guys that periodically reminded the Armenian that he really had to maintain his profit margin, not kill every woman in sight..." She looked up at me with hollow eyes. "If the Armenian mentioned offhand that you might look good fucking a donkey, you asked him real nicely if he had one -- and if he did and he felt like being entertained, you gave the poor dumb beast your very best blowjob and tried to get it inside you, even if it tried to trample you to death, because if the Armenian got irritated, he would have it step on your head, anyway..."

I shook my head. "I'm not subtle, and I'm not a sadist. For now, I'm going to pass on telling you whether I've ever killed anyone or not. I WILL tell you -- and you know this -- that I don't have to bother. I guess that to keep you from getting any too excited I might not mention the fact that we were going somewhere that you wouldn't return from -- but I wouldn't tease you with it." I thought about what I'd just done -- taken her to a store where she could have walked up to any clerk and told whoever it was that I was holding her against her will. THAT hadn't been particularly smart... "Did you go places with Roscoe?"

Darla shrugged. "Not often. Clients. Street corners."

"So you're probably wondering what I have going for me that allowed me to just take you to a drug store to wander around," I grunted. "Well, keep wondering."

"That's kinda why I thought I was dead."

"Well, congrats -- you aren't. Let's go home." I got us rolling. "Tomorrow, you can go to the grocery store. I'm a brave motherfucker." 'Stupid, more like...'

Manny and Luz hadn't waited; Manny had her up doggie and was pounding away, and Luz was going, "Aiy! Aiy! Aiy!..." with every stroke. I wondered if Manny was wearing a rubber, and I wondered if it mattered; it wouldn't if we were all clean and I knew I was and I was willing to bet Manny was and the girls SHOULD have been taking care of such things... "They seem to be having a good time," I observed, putting our bags down on the table.

"It helps if you love your work, and Luz loves to fuck," Darla replied.

"And you?"

"I still have a problem with who I'm fucking being important," she replied. "Usually a john won't know the difference, but somebody making outside comparisons would. If I like the guy, it's fun; if I don't, it's still fun, usually, but it isn't as much fun."

I snagged a pack of rubbers. "Show me."

So little Darla took me around the world. After a brisk oral warm up, I did her missionary and dropped a very satisfactory nut in her clutching pussy -- which had to be educated in some manner; I couldn't believe the amount of control she had! Then, after a few minutes, she got me hard again and I slid into her ass doggie -- a first for me, BIG time! Again, it was the absolute best I'd ever had...

Puffing from my efforts, I eyed her as she smiled at me over her shoulder. "So?"

"I like you."

"I bet you say that to all the guys," I retorted, half-serious.

"Maybe, but in your case it's true. The normal john doesn't give a shit whether it hurts or is pleasurable for me -- he's paid for it and he wants it, period. I'm having a little trouble with a hemorrhoid, so it was itchy -- it's a pregnancy thing -- but you didn't tear me up and I KNOW you were trying to make it nice."

I felt bad. "You should have said something."

"No, actually, I shouldn't. I'm here for you to fuck -- not to tell you my health problems."

"For now you do both," I directed. "So how was it?"

"I don't like rubbers, either," she related. "It was good, except for that. Getting off was possible."

"Next time, improve my self-image by letting go a little," I grunted.

"You'll assume that I'm faking."

"Probably."

Manny was sipping a beer, watching us, up on one elbow. Luz was flat out on her back in front of him. He would put the beer bottle on her belly and she would grunt and flinch from the chill, then he would chuckle and remove it and she would giggle. She was a masochist, apparently... "How long does this last?"

"Sunday, sometime, you go home," I replied. "They're in through the weekend."

"Got to work tomorrow..."

"Me, too. We just won't be stopping for six hours in a bar on the way home," I noted.

"Amen to that!" Manny shifted the beer to his bracing hand and rubbed Luz's belly, "Luz, I'd really like to have some of that ass..."

"Hokay!" The woman showed more teeth when she smiled...

I got up and Darla followed; we had the aftermath of an ass-fuck to deal with and we did it in the bathroom. Wiping herself with a wet washrag, Darla said, "So, Sunday..."

"Sunday I stop sharing," I replied. "That's all I'm sure about. Why don't you take a shower?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Watch."

Manny got his piece of ass and headed home around one; there just wasn't room in my bed for four of us. That left me wondering what arrangements I could make for three. Nothing seemed to work, and I was tired, so after banging my head against it for a while I said, "Okay, it's like this -- I spent all of my money on you two, so there is nothing to steal. I don't think I've done anything that might cause you to have to beat me or stab me or whatever, so I'm asking you not to. The door is that way; if you aren't here when I wake up, I'll make some fucking excuse to Manny. You can sleep here -- I'm wasted and I've had more sex than I usually get in six months -- or you can sleep on the couch. Or you can do something strange and unique. I need to get up at six-thirty -- and breakfast would be nice..."

They just looked at me. After a bit, Darla said, "Which side is mine?"

"The left, I think." I ended up a pregnant woman sandwich. I woke up five or six times, usually when one of them was getting up to stumble off to the bathroom -- or coming back. Other than not being used to it, it was VERY pleasant. Luz's titties were rounder and fatter, and Darla's were pointier and more conical, and I spent some time handling one of each at some point.

When the alarm went off at six-thirty, Luz found it, puzzled out the snooze button and hit it -- then started rubbing her plush ass against my morning wood, "Hey, come on..." I didn't have to piss, having gotten up a couple of times in rotation with the girls, so I felt like it; I went ahead and slipped my cock between her puffy pussy lips and pressed it home. It was a GREAT way to start a morning! I couldn't get leverage on my side so I rolled her up on her knees and kept working her. A pair of hands rubbed my back and Darla said, "Luz is always horny in the morning, it seems like -- ever since her sixth month." Her tongue licked my ear and she said, "Got any eggs? What about bacon?"

"I think so," I croaked.

She pressed herself against me from the rear and said, "Have fun; I'll see if I can get you something to eat." Then she was gone, waving. I concentrated on the wildly gyrating, plush ass of the Filipino honey under my hands. The snooze alarm went off twice -- and Luz three times -- before I dropped a load in her -- and THEN remembered that I wasn't wearing a rubber! Time to hit the doctor's office and the lab or the free clinic or whatever... Real pussy without a rubber was just too nice! We finished and flopped back over and Luz rubbed my chest and gave me that toothy smile and I realized that nothing in the world was going to keep me from being late to work...

It wasn't that bad, though. I showered and ate a hearty breakfast with Darla on my lap and was almost on time, anyway, since I didn't stop for my usual breakfast. I left the girls with basically the same instructions as before -- they weren't going to get rich and famous rifling my apartment, but there was TV and such and I would try to get home in time to take them out to the store. Picking things up and doing laundry would be appreciated -- I gave Darla five bucks for the washers and dryers at the complex laundry room. If they could turn five bucks into a life, they were welcome to it...

Manny was jubilant; he really didn't have to TELL anyone what had happened -- the guys picked it up by osmosis and the girls apparently got it from them. That set off this weird reaction where suddenly office chicks were looking him over -- and after Manny let some of the guys in on how he'd stumbled onto his vast good fortune, things slowly percolated to me, too, which I found to be embarrassing. Women didn't get details, of course -- 'hooker' is a dirty word -- Manny and I merely suddenly had women in our lives, which caused the ones who tended to ignore us regularly to re-evaluate us. This was a phenomenon I'd seen before -- usually when a guy got engaged or married; suddenly, all of the single women he came into contact with started wondering, 'What did I miss here that SHE didn't?' And they'd give the guy this smile and even tell him sometimes that they COULD have dated... It was ALWAYS news to the guy, too -- and sometimes it was a little irritating. Now Manny and I were getting the looks -- and I, at least, had TWO women in my life, suddenly, for a timeframe yet to be determined. I took notes; it was all I could think of to do at this point. Frankly, I suspected that the flip side was that as soon as it became apparent that we were free agents again, the women involved would shut down...

I set things up with Manny for him to arrive around seven-thirty and headed home to see if I still had women in my apartment. I did. I had clean laundry, too, and clean sheets and the bathroom seemed cleaner and... You get the picture. My women were sitting on the couch watching TV, but if they'd been eating bon-bons, they'd have earned the right, in my humble opinion, from the looks of my place. After sweeping through, I said, "This is nice -- I could get used to it, but I won't plan on it just yet. We need to go to the grocery store -- does either of you cook?"

They both did, apparently; Darla was more limited than Luz, but they both had the shit beat out of me. After making sure they both realized that we were going to the market and not a film studio and that they could get out at any time, so it really wasn't worthwhile for them to tell the checkout girl that they were being held as white slaves, we got in my car for an expensive trip to the grocery store.

It seemed like everything obvious on the menu required three things that weren't. The girls pushed the cart and prattled and I followed along and answered the occasional question, usually with, "I dunno." It went kind of like this:

"Do you have oregano?"

"I dunno."

"Better get some. What about bay leaf?"

"I dunno..."

By the end of the trip I had every condiment in the world, it seemed like -- and a zillion other things I knew nothing about using. The girls were going to have to stay just to make this trip cost-effective. I began to understand Roscoe's mindset -- but I didn't really think he had them cooking for him... The good news? I didn't see rat poison or anything in the collection in the cart. Bleach and laundry detergent and various cleaners that would probably taste nasty, but nothing obvious...

It was six-thirty already when we got home and the girls basically shooed me out of the kitchen and proceeded to make dinner -- tilapia and rice pilaf and broccoli. It was a meal I MIGHT have picked out in a restaurant if burgers weren't on the menu anywhere, but that didn't keep me -- or Manny, for that matter -- from appreciating it. "How much did THIS cost?" Manny asked as we sat in chairs in the living room and the girls cleaned up.

"The food was exorbitant, but I purchased full service," I replied.

"They can come over to my place tomorrow," Manny said, eyeing me.

"I'll think about it," I replied. "You might want to, too, since they could be casing the joint for a robbery."

"I got nothing to steal but a TV and a Wii," Manny shrugged.

"That's a point..." I agreed.

Ten minutes later, TV was a dead issue; the girls were in front of us in translucent cover-ups that displayed a total lack of anything beneath and 'fuck me' shoes, Darla in pink and Luz in white. Manny decided that it was his night to do Darla and I didn't argue; as the girls settled to their knees and attacked our erections, I told Luz she could dump the shoes. I always thought those were the stupidest things, anyway, and I didn't want her breaking an ankle. She thanked me with her toothy smile and went nuts on my blood sausage, embarrassing me by getting the first load of goo from it in record time. Darla looked up and gabbled something as Luz settled back, grinning, and Luz's face suddenly showed concern. "Sorry, Baby," she said, "I should go slow and let you enjoy more, yes? Bad habits..." I waved it off, but sat back and watched Darla play a concerto on Manny's skin flute; she had him absolutely manic for four or five minutes before he let go in her mouth, grunting and hunching and gasping and looking a lot like a gaffed fish. I guess we all look kind of fucked up while we're getting the good stuff. I know I'm not thinking about the faces I'm making when I let go of a nut...

I'd been in Luz's pussy that morning, so I decided to do her ass. That was fine with her; we retired to the bedroom and she was a consummate professional, rolling a rubber on my dick with her mouth and kneeling on the bed presenting her ass. It was ready for me -- lubed, slightly open -- the whole nine yards. I took my time sliding into her, knowing the damned rubber was interfering with my ability to tell when lubrication failed -- but she backed onto me at times, anyway, so I let her handle things until I was root-deep. Then she turned around and said, "Is okay? Spank me if is not tight..." THAT was a waste of time; Luz knew how to keep it tight, clamping down as I pulled back and loosening up and I pushed into her colon. She seemed to enjoy, it, too, meeting my stroke and making little noises. She would turn her head and watch me over her shoulder, smiling that toothy smile of hers, and I think she could read my face, because she would loosen up when I started getting close so that the sensations backed off and I got control, then she would start pulsing and clenching again. I didn't think professional whores got orgasms with johns, but she pinked up right prettily once and her little nostrils widened and she made this sound.... I can't describe it, but I know what it meant. Her little asshole got off-cycle with its pulses and she shook a little bit and did some serious panting, then grinned from ear to ear. Finally, I poured a load into the rubber and settled back after sawing in and out a few more times to extend my pleasure. Luz was a clean as a whistle when I withdrew -- no slime on the rubber -- which was a good thing, since she tilted it up and sucked the contents out of it and swallowed them! I rolled the pair of us on our sides and she said, "Why you no fuck bareback?"

"Diseases," I replied, amazed that she should ask.

"I clean," Luz insisted. "Roscoe no use. I test, many times -- all wear rubbers."

"What makes me any different?" I asked.

"You boss man. You OWN! Manny not own -- Manny wear rubber. Boss man only one go bareback."

Well, that explained her lack of complaint in the morning... "What if you go out on the street again Monday?"

Luz shrugged. "New boss man wait until after tests." Then she eyed me sidelong. "You not send Luz off Monday."

I eyed her back, amused. "Pretty sure of yourself, are you?"

Luz backed off, getting serious, holding my gaze with hers. "Monday, Luz here or Luz walking dead bitch. Boss man want something Luz, he just say word. Okay?"

"Okay." I was trying HARD to be a bastard, but it wasn't happening. "Let's go check on Manny and Darla," I offered.