Chapter 9

A couple of minutes later, Jorge, the security guard, called. "Mr, K? I've got a Ted here -- he says he's here to get Evelyn."

"Hold him there," I directed. "Evelyn isn't back yet -- she went across town. I'll talk to him in my office."

My office wasn't much at this point -- just a desk and a couple of chairs in the back of the store. Ted waved a finger, recognizing me, "You!"

"Yeah, me," I agreed. "Let's talk in my office." I led him up the back hallway behind the stores to our new place and opened up, then led him to my putative office. "Have a seat," I offered, waving him into a chair. "So what do you think of this deal?"

"Lots of money," Ted replied, shrugging.

"A lot of guys wouldn't be interested in seeing their wives make a lot of money in this particular manner," I pointed out. "Does it bother you?"

"Well, it does and it doesn't," Ted replied carefully.

"How so?"

"When I met Evvie, she was a party girl -- it's what attracted me to her. But she got the idea that once we were married, she needed to stay home and be the good wife -- we've been through this before. She went overboard, probably because it was hard to do. I blame myself for that. I never made it clear that I wanted her to feel free to get whatever she needed, you know?" Ted looked very earnest.

"That's pretty open," I noted. "Most guys..."

"I guess I'm not most guys," Ted replied. "Evvie isn't most girls, either. I figured we would be swinging, you know?"

"What do you get out of that?" I asked.

"Eh, she's fun to watch , when she gets going..."

I put on my best poker face. "So, at that party, you were okay with what went down?"

"Evvie needed to cut loose. I might have liked to get in on it, you know? But I didn't feel like I deserved it. I clipped her wings," Ted replied. "Look, I'm not Superman, and Evvie needs more when she gets going. I think she zipped it up because it was easier on her than not getting enough."

"Well, hooking isn't swinging," I pointed out.

"Yeah, you pay for swinging and get paid for hooking," he agreed. "I'm hoping that because they're johns I won't have to worry too much." He sat looking at me for a minute before asking anxiously, "Have you fucked her since that night?"

I don't know what possessed me; I could have just said, "No" -- but instead, I said, "Not yet." Ted cringed a bit, but he nodded. He seemed to think about saying two or three things -- but he didn't. After a minute, emboldened, I asked, "So are you going back to any of Mike's card parties?"

"Evvie doesn't think it's a good idea," he replied.

"What if she changes her mind?"

"I might. I like cards."

"What about watching Evvie take it?"

"Yeah. That, too," he admitted.

"What do you think of the whole picture thing?" I asked.

He shrugged. "She was getting even. I deserved it. Besides, it brought in the money, didn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it did," I agreed.

About that time, Luz stuck her head in the door, "Boss?" I waved her in; Evelyn followed. Both of them came and pecked me on the cheek.

I turned to Ted. "If you'll excuse us for a moment..."

"Oh, sure..." Ted got up and left.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Great, Boss -- a good day!" Luz grinned from ear to ear and emptied her purse on my desk. I waved her off and she waddled out, but managed to make it sexy. Meanwhile, I shoved her money in a lockbox. Luz didn't care what I did with it, but I did...

"Did Luz ride you?" I asked Evelyn.

"No, she's a big help," Evelyn replied. "I know where I stand with Luz -- she's real clear about it. I like that." She flicked her eyes at the doorway. "You had a talk?"

"Yeah. I don't get him, you understand, but I think it's there. I think he'll do the minimums, at least." I shook my head in amazement. "I damned sure wouldn't, but everything he said indicates that he's got a thing for being made to wear horns."

"I'm going to brace him about Mike's next party, then," Evelyn announced.

"This is on you, Hon -- I'm not asking you to do it."

"I know." Evelyn fished two hundred dollars out of her purse. "This is toward my first year's partnership contribution. I'll ask Milo to give me a form."

"Okay, Hon," I said, salting it away. "I didn't ask for THAT, either, but I'm good with it if you are." I paused before getting up. "He asked if I'd fucked you again."

"What did you tell him?"

"Not yet."

Evelyn grinned. "I knew there was a real man in there. You smell it, don't you? I bet he'd like to watch..."

"Hey! I like to think I'm a nice guy!" I protested.

"And you are, Baby," Evelyn replied, patting my cheek. "But you are still a man and you know when you're on top -- and you know when someone else isn't, and doesn't want to be. You gave him what he wanted." We went through the door and up the hallway to where Ted waited at the security station -- and Evelyn stopped and deliberately gave me a more than chaste kiss in plain sight. I was embarrassed and Ted was, too -- but he didn't say shit; he just followed her out the door.

Monday, Darla got serious about getting commercial cleaning supplies -- the good stuff, wholesale. She got one of those vacuum cleaners you carry on your back -- but for now, Cheryl was the only one who was going to be able to use it. Our word of mouth network was growing; we had regulars, and we had, "You know So-and-so? Well, I'm a friend of his..." I figured if the girls went out once on a Monday, we were doing good; Luz did a daytime gig that was mostly cleaning, and Cheryl did our first couple -- and older pair looking for some spice. She got great reviews from both sides of the aisle, and it translated to more couples and girl-girl business -- we had three such appointments by the end of the week. Darla worked out a maid fantasy; it had all the elements -- real cleaning, the husband fucking the maid and getting caught and the wife getting a little revenge lick. And at three-fifty a pop plus the base cleaning rate, it was a winner. Pregnancy was big with couples, too -- especially those without kids. They would 'ooh' and 'aah' over Darla or Luz or Evelyn's big belly; it made for gentle sex, too, which could be a serious change of pace for the girls, from what I could see.

Wednesday, I got a call from Mike. "Ted's gonna play cards Friday -- and we're all gonna fuck Evelyn anyway." I was unsurprised, therefore, when Evelyn announced it later in the day. The girls went out to costume stores during the day, trying to get good stuff cheap -- and succeeded, in general.

I braced Cheryl with, "We need a babysitter. I can't put the four of you out and play with little girls the rest of the night."

"But you do it so well!" Cheryl grinned. I was 'Daddy' now, like it or not -- and I liked it. "What about an au pair?"

"You mean like a live-in?" I mused. "We're out of bedrooms."

"Oh, come on! None of us use ours!" Cheryl was right; I'd put two queens side-by-side in the master suite -- and generally slept stuck in the crack, trapped between two bulging bellies. Cheryl was there, too, more often than not; I was amazed at the level of domestic tranquility. Luz generally cooked and Darla generally did the laundry, and Cheryl tended to her kids and generally picked up; I stayed out of it and they managed to rotate things often enough that no one was climbing the walls without my ham-handed interference. And there was ALWAYS a mouth or a pussy or an ass being offered at bedtime... "We've been talking about making the main room in the back a kind of shared dressing room; we can stick a bed in there to take one or two of us when necessary -- and the au pair can have the back bedroom the kids aren't in." The nursery was already in the other front bedroom, an acknowledgement of the fact that Darla and Luz DID sleep with me all the time...

"If you're gonna do something like that, put the nursery in the other back bedroom and the au pair in the front; the back rooms are quieter," I suggested. "Where are we gonna get one of those, anyway? And remember, we're doing a lot of strange shit and some of it isn't strictly legal..."

Cheryl nodded. "I know a girl -- she's eighteen, and her folks want her out because they can't get welfare for her anymore and she's a drag on the family budget. Her mama is Puerto Rican and her daddy is Black. She watches the girls regularly when I can afford to pay her -- I trust her. She'd be happy to have a place and kids to play with and three meals on the table. I think she's been sleeping with one of her sisters forever and wouldn't know what to do with a bed all to herself..."

"And hooking? What does she think of that?" I asked.

"She knows I'm doing it and I think she's fascinated -- she's not getting any attention from boys and she's amazed that guys will actually PAY for the stuff." Cheryl stopped and grinned. "In an emergency, you could probably put her on staff." I just grunted. "In any case," she continued, "she's seen it before -- it goes on in at least three apartments in our building, especially at the end of the month when the women start coming up short for rent money. Payday weekends, some places around my old apartment have revolving doors."

"Did you run this past Darla and Luz?" I asked.

"No, but I will."

"See what they think. If they like it, you can pitch it to the girl and the three of you can interview. If she passes THAT, I'll look at her."

"No problem, Boss." Cheryl pecked me on the cheek and swayed out.

I got my look when I got home Thursday evening. I could see how high school boys wouldn't be interested; Carmen was plush, not QUITE fat, with heavy breasts that obviously sagged some, a substantial ass and a puffy belly -- and she was a little bit hog-hosed. On the plus side, she was curvy and soft-looking and had dimples and nice teeth -- and a couple of freckles dusting the bridge of her nose. School boys might turn up their noses, but to me she was hot; I have learned over time to appreciate a girl with a little meat on her bones. Cheryl watched me with glinting eyes, and Luz smirked; only Darla kept a straight face. I got control of myself and asked, "So, have you done a lot of babies? There's going to be a population explosion around here..."

"Uh huh. All the time," Carmen replied, nodding earnestly.

I eyed her. "You passed inspection by the girls, or you wouldn't be here. You'll learn that I generally delegate things that are better handled by those involved. You realize that this isn't a big money gig, right? You won't be making twenty bucks and hour, you'll be living here and eating here and getting some small amount of money to blow at the end of the week."

"Uh huh." Another earnest nod.

"If things don't work out, I expect you to keep our business to yourself, not put it out on the street. I'll be pissed if you do," I warned, just as if the threat had teeth. Darla, in the background, bit her cheek.

"I understand," Carmen nodded some more.

I was having trouble keeping my eyeballs out of her gently jiggling cleavage, so I looked away. "I don't know what the girls offered you specifically, but I trust them. Who made the offer?"

"Darla."

"Who explained your duties?"

"Luz and Cheryl."

"Is it all pretty clear?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"I don't do child-rearing, aside from being used as an animated jungle gym by the girls. If you have questions or concerns, start with Cheryl and work your way up. If you need to jump the chain and come to me, I'm going to assume it has something to do with one of the women, not a kid."

"Yes, Sir."

"When do you start?"

"As soon as I can get my stuff, Sir."

Cheryl came forward, "I'm handling that."

I shrugged. "Okay. Is there a contract?"

"Milo is writing something up."

"Good old Milo. Who pays this week?"

"I do." Darla smiled gently.

I shrugged, washing my hands of it. "I guess we're done, then." I got out of there before I did something stupid, going downstairs to the office to pound the books. Faye caught me at the door and rode downstairs on my hip, then sat on my desk playing with the fingers of my left hand while I input sales data with my right. Cheryl and Carmen came down to get her after an hour or so; apparently, Carmen was moved in at that point.

Friday night we all left Carmen in charge of the kids and went out to Mike's card party. Ted was there; Mike cornered me and said, "We're gonna be hip deep after last week -- I'm gonna want to run two tables. I also got a camera..." He flicked his eyes at Ted. "Is this gonna fly?"

"Did it fly two weeks ago?" I replied. "I was dubious, but, yeah, I think it will. I think he'll play up some, even."

"Everybody is gonna want a piece," Mike mused.

"Evelyn is holding the price list," I told him. "I am supporting this thing, but not pushing it. If Ted freaks or whatever, I didn't make either of them do it. If I was her, I would negotiate over every little thing -- and milk the shit out of it."

Mike nodded. "Yeah, makes sense. You don't do somebody's old lady right in front of his face every day."

Cards weren't the top priority; you could feel it in the room. Mike made a point of cornering Evelyn for a quiet conversation in plain sight of Ted, after which Evelyn came over to where Ted and I were sitting together and said quietly, "Honey? You know some of the guys will be having sex, with me, obviously..."

"Yeah..." Ted eyed her sidelong.

"You remember how popular I told you the whole picture thing was last week..." Evelyn said delicately. "We made a lot of money on that deal..."

"Uh huh..."

"Well, I've been approached... Since you're here, some of the guys might like to, you know, get a picture with you in it."

"Uh, wow, that's pretty out there," Ted mused.

"Yeah," Evelyn agreed. "There would probably be a sliding scale, you know? Depending upon how much, um, participation the guy wants. This is obviously worth more than an old wedding picture..."

"Well, yeah, I see that..." Ted appeared to be thinking about it seriously. I was close enough to the conversation that I could feel undertones; Ted was projecting reluctance -- but it was because he felt that he was supposed to, not because he felt any. I sensed excitement. "It would need to be worth it. The embarrassment..."

"You don't really know most of these guys, do you?" Evelyn asked innocently.

"Um, no, I guess not..." Ted's eyes swept the crowd. Many of them, sensing the subject of the conversation, were looking back. "Still, if word gets out..."

"We'll take that into account as we go, Honey. We'll make sure that it's worth it," Evelyn promised insincerely.

"As long as things don't get too wild..." Ted mused. "I'd want a veto, you know?"

"Sure, Honey," Evelyn agreed. "That will help the negotiation, actually, you know? If you're reluctant for something, we can charge more..."

"Yes..." Ted's eyes were glazed. "Yes..."

I waved Evelyn down and stuck my oar in. "Look, I'd recommend that you don't set a fixed price list. You should quietly negotiate this stuff with every client, you know? Tim doesn't need to know what Fred paid, whether he gets more or less. You can be as eager or as reluctant as you please, depending upon what the client wants."

"Good point," Evelyn agreed.

"Yes..." Ted nodded. He looked up at Evelyn, his eyes pleading. "This won't be real bad, will it?"

"You have control, Honey..." Evelyn muttered. Shit, Ted knew she was lying -- I knew she was lying...

"Okay." Ted settled back in his chair. It was a done deal, now.

We moved on to playing cards -- or pretending to, anyway. The word went around the tables -- you could see the flow, since everybody tended to give Ted and Evelyn a look as they got confirmation. The other three girls were in demand, and I could see the thought process; everybody wanted the first load off their balls so that they could go for a while with Evelyn, rather than getting excited and busting a nut in the first six seconds. Everyone present was focused on putting horns on Ted with Evelyn -- it was why they were there. Guys who weren't interested had stayed away. As for myself, there was a mild urge, but in general I thought it was probably going to be pretty disgusting...

It started out pretty gently; some guy got up from the table to go over to where Evelyn was deliberately orbiting Ted and nervously threw out the first pitch. Evelyn pretended transparently to hem and haw and Ted got all serious and they dickered and settled on a number -- and all other activity in the room stopped for this process, which should have been a dead giveaway. But the deal might as well have been scripted; Mike surfaced a camera and a stack of the copied wedding pictures -- another dead giveaway -- and the guy dropped some money and proceeded to ride Evelyn doggie, getting a couple of pics of Ted hanging out in the background, watching.

The next guy took her missionary style; Ted had to shift locations to get seen properly. Things slowly escalated until Ted was right on top of things, watching Evelyn get plundered from a few inches with big eyes and Evelyn playing up to the john and making noises about how good he was and sucking his jizz out of the used rubber while Ted watched. Evelyn made a complete rotation and even did a couple who felt like they hadn't gotten everything they should twice; I was the only guy in the room who didn't stick his dick in her.

When it was over, Ted was clearly agitated, and asked Evelyn, "Can I get some now, Honey?"

Evelyn looked at him for a moment and said, "I'm pretty tired, you know? Why don't you get some from one of the other girls? Be sure to pay her..." There were a lot of derisive laughs -- and even more when Ted juiced in Luz's pussy in something like six seconds. About a half-hour later, he quietly pulled Darla away, taking her to Mike's bedroom, but he was seen; Darla started playing with his asshole while she blew him and he didn't last much longer than the first pass.

Everyone having gotten their fill of Evelyn, the guys went back to the other girls, and everything relaxed -- except Evelyn continued to make the rounds and the guys felt her up outrageously while generally grinning maliciously at Ted. That kind of thing -- sticking two fingers up Evelyn's twat and one up her asshole and treating her like a total slut, for instance -- tended to fire the guys up and they would then collect one of the other girls and get another nut. I'm pretty sure more than one of them surprised himself by pumping out four or five loads in their excitement over the course of the night.

Mike closed it down after three in the morning; we staggered out of there after cleanup at almost four. Evelyn counted the money on the trip back -- she made fifty-four hundred all by herself. The other girls averaged around a thousand apiece and had nothing to complain about. Evelyn was going to be sore for days, I figured. "You need to get her into a tub full of oily bubbles right away," Darla cautioned Ted, "then rub her down good with some body lotion. Then let her rest most of the day tomorrow. Do you have all that stuff?" It turned out that he didn't, so they stayed the night, Evelyn hogging one bathroom while the others rotated through the other one. The women were all over Ted, too -- he couldn't even breathe properly. Luz came to me and whispered, "You wait, Boss. Ted is BIG money! He's probably queer..." They banished him from the bathroom for a while and he sat looking at me like a little boy who had done wrong while the women made plans for him, the poor bastard.

Saturday morning -- well, Saturday afternoon, as we all slept in VERY late -- was the first day in the rest of Ted's life. He got up and wandered into the kitchen where I was sucking coffee and the girls were bustling around creating a late breakfast and Darla immediately lit into him. "How is Evelyn? Stiff, probably. You need to take that body lotion I gave you and oil her up again from head to toe and work out her muscles. Be very careful around her ass and her pussy, but they need attention, especially. She earned a lot of money for the pair of you last night and you need to show your appreciation." Ted stood there blinking for a moment and she waved him off with, "What are you waiting for? Go!"

I sat there looking at the three of them dubiously until Darla cracked a small smile. "Don't worry, we know who is boss. But Ted isn't boss at his house, and it's going to get to be a lot more apparent to him as time goes on."

"Do I want to mix into this?" I grunted.

"Too late, Boss -- you already have!" Cheryl cackled. "You know how he is by now..."

"Yeah..." I admitted it.

"So who is the man in Evelyn's life?" Darla asked, arching an eyebrow. "Not Ted..."

"Oh, shit..."

"You sat through all that last night and didn't get anything," Cheryl pointed out. "Do you want one of us to fix that?"

"After breakfast, maybe," I replied. Whatever their grand plan for Ted, I was going to be implicated, whether I liked it or not -- THAT was certain! Frankly, having watched him the night before, I didn't have a lot of sympathy; both of us being male, I had a certain knee-jerk reaction, but...

We didn't see Evelyn or Ted for thirty minutes or so; Carmen brought the girls into the kitchen and got them fed and took them to the play yard out back, and I had a very nice waffle and some bacon and a grapefruit before Evelyn waddled in. She was obviously slick and smooth; you could see the oil on her; someone had given her a light robe that she wore open over just panties. She came right over to me and gave me a kiss, "Hi, Don. How are you today?"

"Oh, fine, fine..." I watched Ted out of the corner of my eye; he looked antsy. "You look pampered..."

"Teddy oiled me again this morning," she replied. "It's nice -- certainly a big help after a night like last night, earning money on my back so we can get ahead in the world." Evelyn, too, was watching Ted out of the corner of her eye.

"You did quite well," I opined.

"A month's pay for Teddy in one night, I think," she replied. "He's grateful -- aren't you, Dear?"

"Yes, very grateful..." Ted croaked.

"I saw you there, taking care of us -- did you get anything while you were watching over us?" Evelyn asked brightly.

"I stayed out of it," I replied. "And then it was late, and you girls had all worked hard. It isn't as if I don't ever get any."

"Would you like a little something this morning?" Evelyn asked.

"Cheryl offered a bit ago..."

"I don't see her -- besides, I'd have never managed to do all that without you keeping an eye on things last night," Evelyn said softly, adding, "Teddy, could you be a dear and get me a pillow? And a towel, too -- I'm pretty oily and I don't want to mess up the pillowcase."

Ted frowned. "What for?"

Evelyn turned on him and snarled, "Because I asked you to. Because I'm doing your job, supporting us and getting us out of debt!"

Ted recoiled. "Let me see what I can find..."

"Thank you, Dear." Evelyn's voice said that the previous outburst had never happened.

Luz, grinning, caught up to Ted as he wandered out of the room; crooking her finger, she said, "Come." They disappeared around the corner.

I rubbed my forehead. "Am I going to like this?"

"Part of you will," Evelyn replied, leaning close. "Part of you will be watchful, looking for evidence that the same is going to happen to you. It won't. We're going to show Teddy who the man of the house is -- at my house, as well as yours." She turned my chair so I faced out to the side and not into the table, then wedged herself between my legs, spreading them. Finally, she stepped back to wait.

I eyed Darla. After we had locked gazes for a moment, I growled, "More coffee." Darla got it and delivered it and gave me a little suck on the neck as she finished. Yeah, okay -- Evelyn was right; I was making sure my girls weren't planning to emasculate me.

Ted wasn't so lucky. Luz led him in a moment later and he came forward holding a towel and a pillow. Evelyn took the pillow and placed it between my feet, took the towel and draped it over the pillow, and knelt between my legs. Since there were two little girls running around the house, I had reluctantly taken to wearing a pair of thin, loose pajama bottoms with a snap fly; Evelyn reached out and popped the snaps, baring my half-hard cock. Ted looked down at it and whined, "Evvie?" querulously.

Evelyn reached up and cradled his cheek and said, "Honey, I know you love me -- but that isn't everything. It isn't even close! It doesn't put food on the table or pay the bills or provide health care and protection for me and the baby. Some people would call Don a pimp, but that would be rude in the first place and untrue in the second; he isn't any such thing either by outlook or disposition. What he IS is a person who offered me a partnership in his business, money to pay the bills and get us out of debt, and health insurance and retirement benefits that put those offered by that shit job of yours to shame. And he provides me with training, advice, protection and support while letting me make my own decisions."

"I let you make your own decisions," Ted sulked.

"Honey, you MAKE me make YOUR decisions, because you can't make them yourself -- and that's very different than supporting me while I make mine. Well, I made this one. I love you, Honey, and you can continue to be in my life -- but you're not a man, so you can't be the man in my life." She cocked her head, looking at him sadly. "You knew that things would change when you let me out of my cage a couple of weeks ago, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Ted nodded.

"Okay, this is part of it. Now, do you want to suck Don's cock? You can, you know..."

"NO!"

"Okay, then, you can just stand there and watch. Why don't you get yours out and if I finish Don's first I might help a little..." She crawled up against me and leaned in to whisper, "Use me. You own me, like Darla and Luz. Show him." Then she settled back onto the pillow and sucked me in.

When that blowjob was over, I didn't like me much -- I thought I was a nicer guy -- but the problem was how much I enjoyed it while it was going on! Evelyn knew how to give head and she went all out -- and I manhandled her some because I liked poking my dick through the opening of her throat. But the big kick was watching Ted's eyes... He was embarrassed and humiliated but titillated and aroused while he watched me take ownership of a woman who was supposed to be his. Mike's party had been play acting -- or he pretended it was -- but Evelyn had just TOLD him that the cock she was sucking belonged to the man who had displaced him. So he watched -- and I knew it hurt him, but there was that other component... He DID fish out his cock and play with it -- and, well, it wasn't that impressive. He jacked himself and watched me use and abuse Evelyn with a pained expression but glowing eyes...

When it was over and I'd shot a surprisingly big load into Evelyn's mouth, she back off and let her jaw drop -- not anything obvious, but enough that I saw a flash of white -- then she struggled up, smiling a closed-mouth smile, before suddenly turning to Ted and pulling his face to her for a kiss. Ted went "MMMMMMM!!!!" and flapped his arms some, but Evelyn had gotten cum past his teeth before he knew what hit him; it was a done deal, so the flapping left off, slowly. I reflected that it probably wasn't the last load of cum Ted was going to swallow; Hell, it might not be the last load of MINE he was going to swallow! While she was holding his head with one hand (after he stopped flapping) she reached down with her other and just touched his dick -- and he blew his nut all over her bare, bulging belly. Something about that was just... I dunno... I was bothered. Evelyn took him by the hand and led him off and I didn't see either of them leave -- and that was fine...