Chapter 3

Manny and Darla were doing just fine, thank you very much! Manny had her kneeling with her knees on the couch seat and her head resting on her arms on the couch back and was drilling for pussy juice. Manny was having fun for sure; Darla, the jury was out on. I went up to her and bent over so my head was close to hers and murmured, "How's it going?"

"Okay," she whispered back. "I can make noises if you want, and tell him how good he is -- but he might decide I was faking it. Actually, I'm pretty quiet when I fuck."

"Do you like Manny? The truth, now..." I asked.

"Uh huh. Not as much as you, though." She grinned to let me know that she knew I would take THAT with a grain of salt.

"Can you let go and enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"I can try. Manny's a john, though, you know? It's not about me."

I nodded. "When IS it about you?"

"When you say it is."

"It's about you, then..." I leaned in and licked her ear.

"Oooooooh SHIT! My milk let down!" Darla wailed. "I'm dripping like a faucet!"

"Manny!" I roared, "Do something so I can get at her tits!"

There wasn't anything simple; we ended up going back to the bedroom and I arranged myself under Darla's pointy little udders while Manny resumed doing her doggy. All kinds of things got dripped on and Luz went off to collect a towel for the nipple I couldn't deal with -- and Darla moaned and panted and whispered how good having me give her suck felt and threw a pretty genuine-looking orgasm that sucked Manny dry. She didn't go anywhere, after, either; she waited with her chest down at lip level and her ass in the air while I switched titties and made soft grunts and gasps while I did my best to empty it, too. When I finished, she raised herself and I got a look at Luz, who was rubbing her own titties. "You do for me, too, Baby?" Luz asked.

I shrugged. "Sure..." Breast milk was a new thing for me, but I enjoyed the taste and the collection method.

Luz started directing things as she replaced Darla over me. "Manny, you come. I suck -- maybe you fuck?"

"Oh, Hell yeah!" Manny yelped.

We rearranged ourselves such that Manny was not required to kneel over me to get service from Luz and she made like a vacuum cleaner on his cock while I played human breast pump. After a couple of minutes, Manny was rock solid and grabbed a rubber for Luz to mount with her mouth and he switched ends. Once he plugged in, the difference between Luz and Darla was obvious; Luz tended NOT to be quiet when she got into things. "Oh, Baby, suck my boob! Suck my milk! That feels so hot! Fuck me, Manny! Fuck me!" she howled. My cock got like iron -- but it was suddenly enveloped in wet heat; Darla was carefully posting on it, bareback. Apparently, the women were of one mind about the privileges of ownership. I made another mental note to do something about testing for venereal diseases and left it at that, enjoying the feel of Darla's highly educated pussy as it rode up and down my cock. I spent the next few minutes totally involved in the whole sucking while fucking thing, the only pause being a momentary shift when Luz's left udder went dry and she shifted left to present her right. Manny got his sometime before I finished sucking Luz dry, so there was nothing preventing Luz from dropping over on her side when I finished. That left poor Darla working for my third load of the night -- and she was in no shape to be that athletic. I beckoned her forward atop me and gently rolled us on our sides -- which didn't work; too much baby in the way. That being the case, we shifted to missionary with two pillows under her butt. Darla showed a lot less reserve and got good and pink at least once before I finally managed to dribble out a little cum and flop over beside her.

Manny and Luz spent that period just watching; Manny wasn't going to have anything to pump out for several hours and neither was I when I finished. It was before nine p.m. and we were both toast already! "So what's next?" I wondered aloud.

"Too early to sleep, but I need to get clean," Darla muttered, "Can I take a bath?"

"Sure."

"You come with me." She got up and took my hand and we headed out of the bedroom. I looked back at Manny and Luz and Manny just waved, pulling Luz back against him. "Maybe I'll get a beer in a little while," he said, grinning and mauling one of Luz's tits.

We shoved back the shower curtain and Darla surfaced some bath beads from somewhere -- her suitcase? -- and settled in for the whole bubble bath thing -- and dragged me in with her. We monopolized the bathroom for an hour, freshening the water periodically. Manny and Luz had to come in and pee while we were in the tub; Manny and I were a little embarrassed, but Luz seemed to feel that letting me watch was all part of the service. At the end of it, of course, we had to drain the tub and start the shower and wash the slime off; we were as oily as greased pigs. In between, we wallowed around; I spent half my time ducking the faucet and the other half behind Darla while she reclined against me. It was pleasant; I didn't get feminine companionship in anything resembling large quantities, and this kind of thing --just touching and cuddling -- was different, but as good as the sex.

Manny and Luz decided to try the same game when we finally vacated the bathroom; we went back to my bedroom and Darla threw on a light wrap that left plenty on display and crawled into bed with me. "Thanks -- that was positively luxurious!"

"I'm not used to feeling all soft," I chuckled, "but it was worth it. Want to watch some TV?"

"Whatever." She rearranged herself against me while I reached for the remote for the TV in my bedroom. Being alone means needing noise to keep from feeling lonely I had two TVs and TV tuner cards in my computers to provide some background noise for my life. I did a lot of listening to radio, too. The bedroom TV had access to the porn collection on my media server, but I just turned on regular TV and went looking for a movie; Darla apparently could have cared less what I watched. We were both snoozing when Manny and Luz trooped by, naked, coming from the bath; Manny stuck his head through the door and said, "I'm gonna fold out the couch, okay?"

I waved it off. "Yeah, there are blankets and stuff in the top of the linen closet in the bathroom." They blundered around for a while, but I missed most of it; I went to sleep braced against the headboard with Darla's head in my lap.

And that was Friday night. I remember thinking what a wuss I was for not poking both of the girls multiple times, but I'm only human... I did okay.

Saturday morning started with "Yeah, Baby! Fuck that ass!" roaring in from the living room; Luz was apparently getting her morning dose. I had morning wood, but I was sure it was numb -- until Darla rolled her lips over it, that is! She rolled up on her knees and started vacuuming my erection, stopping after about thirty seconds to ask, "Is this good, or do you want something else?"

"This is good!" I croaked and slid both hands in her hair to manhandle her head -- then I did nothing, really, because she didn't need guidance. Hell, she even seemed to know when I wanted a long stroke into her throat! She took her time, bringing me up and down the rollercoaster, but not letting me off; I spent the next twenty minutes rigid with muscle tension from the intensity of the pleasure! Darla could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and not scratch the underlying steel with her teeth! MAN! When I finally let go, it felt like the top of my head came off -- and I shot a LOT more than an average nut into that mouth of hers! Then she spent ANOTHER five minutes teasing the shit out of my oversensitive dick! I was wasted when I finally flopped back...

"I'm gonna go pee and look into your breakfast, now that I've had mine!" Darla announced, grinning.

"You do that," I croaked.

Manny wandered in wearing just his jockey shorts. "Butt fucking is messy work," he announced.

I eyed him and chuckled, "That's why I didn't take up boys." Manny looked a little nervous and chuckled, too.

"What's on the schedule?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "Breakfast. Fuck until I can't fuck any more. Watch TV. Sleep. Maybe drink some more milk fresh from the teat."

"I owe you, Man. This must've cost a mint!" Manny exclaimed.

"It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't as much as you might think," I told him. "There might be complications, later, but thus far, it's been well worth it."

Manny cocked his head. "Seriously, how much?"

"If I told you, you would want to give me something against it, so I won't," I replied. "It was a fire sale, really; the pimp was having a hard time placing pregnant hookers, so I got a rate." I remembered diseases. "We'll all wander down and get HIV tests, I think -- I bet we can do that today."

"Okay." Manny eyed me. "Are you worried about that?"

"No, they seem to have their shit together," I replied. "Prevention is a basic tool for hookers, and they have everything ELSE down pat."

"Hey, about having them clean up my place..." Manny muttered.

"They're hookers, not housekeepers, but I'll look into it." The reality was that they were what I said they were at this point, but I was cautious about revealing that to Manny.

We waddled down to the free clinic after breakfast -- well, the girls waddled. The receptionist knew them and gave me a jaundiced eye. "Who is this?"

"Our new man," Darla replied.

"New pimp, you mean," the woman grunted.

"I'm more the john type," I muttered. "Sugar Daddy seems to fit."

"That would mean they're off the street..."

"They're on probation, I guess."

"Both of them?" the woman eyed me sidelong.

"Fire sale," I replied, "Roscoe was looking for a new home for them." Manny was absorbing more of this than I wanted public, so I said, "About the tests?"

The woman got back to business giving out numbers and forms and such. The girls hung out at the counter to chat, then she pushed them into the exam rooms before Manny and I. "Lucky thirteen," she said to me, looking up.

I went up to the desk. "So..." the woman muttered, eyeing me over her reading glasses, "Roscoe was a decent sort, for his type. What's YOUR story?"

I frowned. "I don't want to expose any confidences -- what do you know?"

Gladys -- that was the name on the nameplate on her desk, Gladys Fenwetter -- said, "I know those two are working girls -- we see just about every hooker in town a couple of times a month. We know who's running who, too, if you know what I mean."

"And?"

"And we're not the law. We'd rather see the girls clean and their johns that way, too," Gladys said heavily. "So, now..."

"Roscoe's patience has limits, apparently," I replied. "I happened along at a point between when he decided to fire them and actually did it. I was looking to give my buddy over there a memorable birthday -- but when Roscoe let it slip that I was the girls' last hope, I bit off probably more than I can chew."

Gladys gave me a measuring glance. "Maybe I'm missing that last part."

This could turn out to be a minefield. Well, it had been a memorable couple of days... "Um, I assume you're aware that there are different flavors of working girls, right?"

Gladys cocked her head. "Go on..."

"There is a group that does it for the money, and a group that does it for drugs or whatever. Legend has it there is a group that does it for fun. And there is a fourth group -- a group that does it because someone picked them up somewhere and transported them to a guy who made it very clear to them that it was their lot in life to deliver sex when, where, how and to whom they're told -- or else -- and enforced it with some pretty rigorous discipline."

Gladys' lips went white. "White slavery?"

I nodded. "Darla and Luz have been through the wringer -- and they won't tell anyone about it, but they think that they are incapable of doing anything else at this point. Roscoe apparently bought them from a dealer who sells some very well-trained sex slaves. Darla told me some tales that would curl your hair."

"But they're pregnant!" Gladys erupted in a hoarse whisper.

"I think they were taken that way. The evidence showed up later -- after they had been trained and sold. Roscoe put up with it -- but after a while, they weren't earning their keep. And since even they don't believe that they're any good for anything else..." I let it trail off.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Gladys gasped quietly.

"That's how it was presented to me," I replied. "If I didn't at least buy a good trip around the world with one of them, they were both going to end up in shallow holes outside of town."

"Roscoe wouldn't do that!"

"He's got some heavyset character who follows him around who has some kind of neck-twisting move he was anxious to practice, I was told," I replied. "I was there and I shelled out to take them on, so it didn't happen. Maybe Roscoe was lying -- I don't know. But I own them -- and I'm not REALLY a pimp..." I flicked a glance over my shoulder at Manny. "Don't tell my buddy -- I don't want him involved."

"How long...?"

"Since Thursday night."

"So Roscoe SOLD them to you?"

"Yup," I nodded. "I keep waiting for them to point me out to someone as a white slaver, but they're VERY well trained -- they jump at shadows, and every time I take them somewhere, they think they're not coming back."

"You could just send them away..."

"They would just get picked up by one of Roscoe's colleagues -- and after a time, when it became clear that they were not a performing investment..." I shrugged. "Roscoe recommended it himself as a tactic if I decided I didn't want to put up with them."

"He's AWFUL!" Gladys hissed.

"Actually, I think your initial assessment was dead on," I argued, "He's not bad for a pimp."

"What are you going to do?" Gladys asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. "For now, they're living in with me -- and I'm reaping the benefits. Long-term, maybe I can get them back to being capable of being out on their own again -- but it seems to be a tall order."

"You're not going to put them out to hook are you?" Gladys asked.

"I might HAVE to," I replied. "They may not be able to deal with anything less. I'm currently presenting the idea that they've moved up to 'mistress' or 'kept woman.' But there is only one of me..."

Gladys eyed me. "This could all be a fairy story."

I shrugged. "You could ask them, but if I was them I wouldn't tell you, because it could get very unhealthy for them -- at least, that's what they think. I figure the way things generally work, I'll end up in jail for trying to help them. That's the usual thing with clumsy idiots like me who blunder in trying to help. I'm not lily white, here; I'm getting sex for the first time in my life -- and enjoying it -- and I did go out to hire a prostitute. That's plenty for the law to bury me. But you know, I didn't go looking for two..."

I think that got her. She eyed me thoughtfully, then went over my paperwork and said, "I'll call you back when it's time to be tested." I nodded and went back to my seat. Gladys got up and left after a minute or two -- and when she came back, I got the eye again, but she seemed less forbidding. She looked over Manny's paperwork next -- but didn't engage him in any excess conversation. I got called for blood draw and such a few minutes later, and when I came back, the girls were sitting in the waiting room together. Darla saw me and got up and moved over one, patting the chair between herself and Luz. "Gladys came around and asked us whether we were in trouble or anything," Darla related.

"She wanted to know if your new pimp is an improvement over the old one," I explained, sighing. "I may have related too much information."

"I told Gladys leave Boss alone -- Boss good man!" Luz announced, grabbing my arm and eyeing Gladys.

Darla mused. "She wanted to know... things..."

"I don't know what she would do with the knowledge, but feel free to tell her I bought you from Roscoe," I replied. "I figure I'm going to jail over this at some point, anyway..."

"We'll try to keep it down to misdemeanors," Darla whispered. "We don't want you gone for long." She leaned over and kissed my cheek then got up ponderously and waddled up to see Gladys. They went back and forth a couple of times and Gladys looked surprised, then speared me with a glance. I looked away, embarrassed. Luz gave me a reason to be interested in her belly -- someone was kicking, making little lumps in it. Fatherhood wasn't anything I'd ever considered possible for me, but Darla's man was permanently absent and Luz's was at least temporarily. "So when are you due?" I asked Luz.

"What?"

"When ..." I rubbed her belly. "When do you become a mama?"

"Three weeks? A month?"

Holy shit! Clearly, if this went on for long, I was going to have to hit up my life savings for preparations... Darla came back while I was mulling this over.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"When are you due?"

"About a month."

"Where am I gonna put kids?"

"Donnie..." Darla's lip quivered, "Are we in trouble?"

"No, no, I'll think of something -- and it won't be what you're probably thinking is the simple answer, either -- I just... well, I'm unprepared, you know?"

"It'll be fine, Donnie. We can go to the Salvation Army and get a couple of cribs or something," Darla soothed me. "We're not married -- you're not on to give the nursery a pretty pink paint job or anything -- just the basics."

"Who does your OB-GYN?" I asked.

"They do, actually." Darla pointed back over her shoulder. "The free medical side of the house."

"Is that good enough?"

"It has been thus far."

"Where were you gonna give birth?" I asked.

"The ER."

I rubbed my face. "I have medical insurance, but I can't put both of you on it. Neither of you is family. And they'll rip you off if you go in without."

"Start a business," a new voice intruded. I looked up to see Gladys. "They can be employees." She gave the girls a look. "House cleaning or something."

That's when Maids Plus was born...

Manny came back a couple of minutes later and we all headed out to the car. Darla opened it up from the back seat with , "Manny? You said something about cleaning your place."

Manny turned around. "Yeah..."

"How much would you pay?"

"I dunno -- a hundred?" Manny guessed.

"How much for buck naked?"

Manny rubbed his chin. "Sex?"

"Sex is extra -- but available, obviously. I can give you the price list. We'll do a discount for cleaning AND sex -- and for bulk."

Manny flicked a glance at me. "I thought you were good until Sunday."

"Donnie is -- he paid serious money for it. But I know you want to offset things some -- and cleaning isn't on our standard price list..." Darla cocked her head.

"Um, yeah..." Manny thought about it. "Okay, I'll bite. A hundred for the cleanup -- you can leave your stuff on. We'll negotiate sex when I want it. One or both?"

"It's a hundred apiece. You decide." Darla was clearly enjoying the negotiation.

"Lemme think about it." He was quiet the rest of the way home; I could see the gears turning.

When we got home, Darla dragged Luz and I into my office for a private confab. "This is it, Donnie. You start a business. We clean or whatever -- maid work -- but we do extras. Luz and I know how to negotiate the extras. You get the medical insurance and we bring in the money to pay the premiums."

"What about excess?" I asked.

"We have to live -- pay rent, food, the kids... Probably only one of us will be able to go out on a call at a time after the kids are born. The other one babysits and keeps things running at home."

"Well, it sounds okay..." I mused.

"Officially, the additional services aren't on the price list -- we'll handle that so you stay clean. It'll be all word of mouth," Darla proposed.

"Luz?" I turned to the dark girl to get her opinion.

"Sounds like outcall, Boss. I like. No street corners."

"Well, it should help meet expenses," I mused.

"There will be plenty of money -- especially when we slim back down after the births," Darla insisted. "Please?"

"We'll try it," I nodded.

Forty minutes later, we had an LLC registered in Wyoming -- and serviced by a company that did such things for a business, so we had professional representation. It wasn't that expensive -- even compared with the purchase price of my women.

Manny wanted to know what was up, so I filled him in -- to an extent. "The girls are looking for a new deal; their pimp wasn't delivering a 401K or medical insurance. I'm fixing that. Technically, it's maid service -- but..."

Manny nodded. "With extras, right?"

"Right. I don't have to admit to anything -- if they get run in by the cops, they take the fall and I post bail, just like a pimp -- but I'm their employer, not a pimp, and their job description -- on paper -- doesn't include hooking," I explained, then went back to searching the net for an insurance agent -- which wasn't hard to find. By noon, I had liability insurance for the business and health insurance for my 'employees.'

Manny was their first customer; both of them went over to his place, and I did too -- to 'supervise.' Manny paid an extra hundred to go around the world with Luz, whose comment to him was, "You Boss' friend, get cut rate." Manny's place needed the work; I stayed out of the way, mostly, but 'supervision' took the form of receiving a nice, long blowjob from Darla while Manny got his piece. When the girls were done, Manny stayed home, he'd gotten plenty -- and more than his money's worth.

Saturday night we celebrated; I'd put out an additional thousand to get the ball rolling on the business, but two hundred had come back. Only one hundred of that would have gone on the books as an invoice, but the girls insisted otherwise. "We've cost you an arm and a leg," was Darla's explanation. Bedtime was me and two pregnant women in the same bed -- and I didn't complain.

Sunday was comparatively lazy; I got up late -- but I had to service Luz's morning hornies -- then lounging around my apartment, watching sports on TV and being treated like a king by two women -- a tough job, but someone has to put himeslf out there and suffer, you know? I don't make enough of a mess to keep two women busy, so everyone relaxed. In the afternoon, we went out and the girls collected more of the supplies required to ply their two trades -- mostly at a grocery store and a drug store, but the more expensive outing was to a local sex shop. I put up some of our new business cards -- printed on my home printer -- on bulletin boards at all three locations.