Chapter 10

After Friday night, Evelyn was off the roster for Saturday, Darla and Luz and Cheryl had a couple of little one or two hour jobs apiece, starting in the early evening. I stayed home in my robe and pajamas, playing Hugh Hefner. Carmen did her job, watching the girls; when they got tired of running around and playing and climbed up on 'Daddy's' recliner to settle against me, Carmen sat on the couch, watching me with big, intense eyes, waiting for something...

Cheryl came home from her second trip out about eight; she kissed the girls good night and Carmen took them upstairs. As she draped herself half on me and half on the recliner, I aired the issue...

"Carmen seems to be waiting for me to do something."

"Like what?" Cheryl asked, nuzzling my ear.

"Damned if I know. She sits on the couch, watching me like a hawk, like she's waiting for something."

"Oh." Cheryl tittered. "I know."

"What?"

"Luz gave her the list of duties -- not the child raising, the other stuff."

"So?"

"She's a woman in this house..."

"Luz told her that fucking me is part of the job?" I erupted.

"Uh huh." Cheryl's eyes danced.

"You're shitting me, right?"

"Uh uh. Heck, I think it's why she took the job!"

"Howcum I had to wait to my mid-thirties to be suddenly irresistible to women?" I complained. "Why couldn't I have been hot while I still had hair?"

"Nobody'd seen your dick, I guess..." Cheryl leaned in to kiss my neck.

"This is serious!" I ranted. "I can't do that -- she's only eighteen!"

"And you're probably the first guy ever to try to roll big, hot eyes around in between her titties!" Cheryl chuckled. "She wants it, Don -- it isn't sexual harassment when she wants it."

"Hell, I forgot about THAT part!"

"Oh, don't be a stick in the mud!" Cheryl snorted. "But you can stick your dick in me..."

"Didn't you just come back from a call?"

"He wasn't impressive -- he'd just got my juices flowing and he lost it, too. I need the real thing..." She reached down and unsnapped my fly...

So Carmen came down from tucking in the girls to find Cheryl bouncing on my pogo stick. She couldn't seem to leave, either; she just stood there, in the door, her eyes huge, watching Cheryl bounce. It added to things; for the second time that day I made like a cum fountain. Cheryl dropped forward onto me, rubbing her titties on my chest, having gotten out of her blouse but not her skirt for the ride. After a minute, I puffed, "I wasn't wearing a rubber -- are you on birth control?"

"You're not SUPPOSED to wear a rubber!" Cheryl retorted, "And, no, I'm not. Everyone ELSE is pregnant -- I want Donna and Faye to have a little brother!"

"Cheryl..."

"Okay, I'm on the Pill. But I don't want to be. The current crop of kids aren't yours, Don -- but the next one will be, mark my words! We ALL want your kids!"

"I can't imagine why!"

Cheryl grinned crookedly and stroked my face. "That's one of the reasons why, Hon. That's one of the reasons why."

There was a rustle; it was Carmen, slowly creeping toward the couch to sit down, her huge eyes never leaving us.

Cheryl crawled off and cupped her crotch to keep the goo from running out, exclaiming, "Such a load! Wait here -- I'll bring you back a washrag." She waddled off, holding her pussy closed.

I risked a glance at Carmen. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," she croaked.

Cheryl came back and made a production of cleaning up my wilted cock. Making more of a fuss didn't seem to be the right tactic, so I just let it happen and tucked myself away when it was over, taking a buss on the lips from Cheryl before she swayed out.

Darla and Luz came home a bit later and I braced Luz, "Did you tell poor Carmen that sex with me was on her list of duties?"

Luz looked defiant. "She lives here, Boss..."

"Yeah, well, she's young and she's not a hooker and she has children to take care of. I have hot and cold running pussy already. There's no need for her to feel obligated to climb into my bed!" I retorted.

Darla smiled crookedly. "What if she wants to, Donnie?"

"I'm sure that's not the case."

"I'm not," Darla replied, shifting her gaze to the subject of conversation. "He's being noble, Hon -- which is one of his better qualities. It'll make things more difficult, but not impossible." Carmen blushed and looked away.

"If they led you to believe that I was going to snap my fingers and point to my crotch and expect you to do something, they were wrong," I told Carmen. "You have better things to do than to be farting around with an old guy -- which is what I am to you. I won't be making any demands."

Darla chuckled. "What about fulfilling requests?"

I waved a finger at Darla and Luz. "Stop it, you two!"

"You need anything, Boss?" Luz asked, apparently ignoring me. "Evelyn got a big one from you this morning, but that was then..."

"Cheryl climbed on me and raped me a little while ago. I'm going off to get counseling, but I should be good to go until bedtime," I related. "Given that I ALREADY have three or four of you at my beck and call, why did you tell poor Carmen that she had to play, too?"

Luz folded her arms over her chest, unrepentant. "She lives here. You are Boss."

I rolled my eyes. "I never thought I'd live to say this, but there is only so much of me."

Darla chuckled. "I'm sure we'll notice if you run out."

"Whatever. I've made my point. Carmen is not obligated to sleep with me." I got up and mustered as much dignity as the pair of them would allow me and left the room, heading downstairs to my office to look at the books and put away the money that the girls tossed in a drawer when they came in.

There was a knock on the hallway door; Jorge, one of the security guards, was standing there. I opened up and he came in. "What's up?"

Jorge parked his butt on the chair and looked uncomfortable. "Mr. K, what is it exactly you and those pregnant ladies do?"

"Why do you ask?"

"They don't act like cleaning ladies."

"Oh." I sat back in my chair. "Jorge, you place me in a poor position. I don't want to offend you or cause you to discover that you might be working for someone who does things that you can't tolerate. We don't steal or anything. This IS a cleaning business. I try not to allow anything to happen on the premises that would contradict that. I, personally, try not to do anything illegal at all."

"How come they're all pregnant?"

"Well, they're not ALL pregnant," I replied. "I guess it's simplest to say that they were when they came to me."

"So you have a thing for pregnant ladies?" Jorge asked.

"No, Son -- that's more coincidence than anything else. I probably wouldn't have them if they weren't pregnant, but I never went looking for pregnant ladies. Frankly, I don't know how to explain it without revealing some very personal information and making the whole thing sound like a pet rescue."

"They're... worldly..." Jorge offered.

"Yeah."

"I won't tell -- and I won't be offended. But I think I can protect you better if I know what I'm protecting," Jorge pressed.

I thought about it. "You're asking me to betray confidences. I'll tell you what -- I'll let you get it from the horse's mouth." I picked up the phone, punched the built-in wireless intercom, and buzzed upstairs.

"Boss?"

"Luz? Perfect. Can you come downstairs?"

"You need something?"

"Just you. Come dressed -- Jorge is here."

"Okay." A couple of minutes later, Luz waddled in wearing a maternity stretch jean skirt, a tube top, and flip-flops. "What's up, Boss?"

"Jorge wants to know what we do. He claims that it will help him protect us. I'm a little concerned that he'll be... upset... and feel it necessary to leave or something."

Luz cocked her head, eyeing Jorge. "I have two jobs. I work for Boss, here. We have a cleaning business. I clean, I do maid stuff, I set up for parties and carry drinks and things. That is my first job."

"Okay. What's your second job?" Jorge asked.

"I'm a hooker. I fuck guys. Many times I fuck guys I go to clean for. We keep Boss out of it as much as possible. Boss takes care of us -- we don't want him in jail for being a pimp. You understand?"

Jorge turned to me. "You're a pimp?"

Luz stamped a flip-flop shod foot. "Boss NOT pimp! Boss gives us health insurance and watches over us and gives us place to live and loves us. Pimps beat us and take all our money and not take care of us at all! VERY different!"

"A cop would call me a pimp," I agreed, "although I've been careful not to profit from the girls."

"Boss! You are NOT pimp!" Luz rasped. She turned to Jorge. "You know white slavery? Darla and I white slaves. Last owner WAS pimp! Boss -- he buy us from pimp -- pimp was going to kill us because we bring in no money pregnant! THAT is how pimp acts!" She glared at Jorge. "We clean for Boss. He takes cleaning money and pays for health insurance so we have babies in hospital. He gives us nice place to live. Hooking money goes in other pot for raising babies. Boss keeps it, too -- but if I want money Boss give me all I want. THAT is NOT how a pimp acts!"

"Night Shift..." Jorge muttered, referring to an old movie.

"Yeah, something like that," I agreed. "I had to do something. Hooking is what they do -- and they need money, FAST!" I waved at Luz's belly. "This was a compromise -- the best I could do on short notice."

Jorge nodded. "Cheryl?"

"Laid off at my workplace. You've seen her little girls..."

"She hooks?"

I shrugged. "I don't ask her to."

Jorge nodded. "Evelyn?"

"That kind of happened. It's more Ted's fault than mine. She's a volunteer, like Cheryl -- and she and Ted are... a little different."

"Ted put her out to hook?"

"Not exactly, but it sort of ended up that way. Again, we're betraying confidences if I go farther," I replied.

"So -- we're all bad people now?" Luz asked.

"No," Jorge replied. "I think I can help better now. Who is the new girl?"

"Carmen. We needed a babysitter. She has no second job -- she's a live-in babysitter," I informed Jorge.

"Does she know?"

"Yeah -- she couldn't miss it, could she?" I sighed. "Obviously, some of this is confidential."

"You pay for confidential... Boss." Jorge grinned.

"That would be confidential from your boss and the other condo owners and the developer..." I pressed.

"Yeah, no problem."

"It's blackmail material -- I really don't like that..." I muttered.

"No problem, Boss," Luz waved it off. "Jorge tells tales, we say they are fairy story he tell because he is pissed off."

I blinked. "Pissed off about what?"

"Jorge and I not sleeping together any more." Luz grinned her toothy grin. "Come on, Jorge -- you need to go back to security. I give you nice blowjob, right in front of camera..."

"I could get fired!"

"I think that's the point," I told him. "You know too much -- so we need something on you. Things could be worse -- Luz can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

Luz chuckled his chin. "I like Jorge. This won't be the only time. You like to fuck, Baby?" Jorge's eyes glazed and I knew we would have our blackmail material. Luz took him by the hand and led him off. I closed up the office and went upstairs.

Luz came to bed about an hour later, grinning. "I have Jorge like this..." She made a twirling motion around her little finger. "Also nice sex tape..." She fished a tape out of her skirt pocket and tossed it on the dresser. "... But Jorge is a good boy. He means no harm." She assumed a serious expression. "Maybe we should do the other guards..."

"Let's keep it on a case-by-case basis," I replied. "We could open a can of worms trying to protect ourselves. Come to bed."

Luz undressed and crawled into bed; Darla was already sound asleep. "Boss?" Luz said, pulling my arm around her.

"Yeah."

"If Carmen climbs in your lap, don't get up."

"Luz..."

"It's okay you make no demands," Luz cut me off, "You hurt her if you say no, though. Besides, you want her -- everybody knows that."

"Just because I'm instinctively stupid..."

"Come on, Boss -- you love titties. Carmen has BIG titties."

"It's not right."

"If one of you doesn't want it, it's not right," Luz argued. "Both of you do. There is nothing not right about that."

"It's robbing the cradle."

"She's not Donna, Boss -- she is eighteen."

"Donna scares me bad enough."

"Shut up. Go to sleep. Stubborn man..."

Sunday football parties continued to grow in popularity, but our staff hadn't grown similarly, so I was forced to send only one 'cheerleader' per party for three separate parties. The good news was that the girls weren't competing with each other for johns. Evelyn was back, but we got something disturbing on the answering machine...

Darla called me down for it; Evelyn wasn't in yet. The caller said, "Hey, I was wondering if I could get the couple. We probably ought to talk about what I want before you send anybody out -- there are some extras I'm looking for."

"Sounds like we'd better call Evelyn," I mused. "You know, I'm not really sure they're ready for anything wild..."

Darla shrugged. "I think the pair of you broke him yesterday."

"That doesn't mean he's saddle-ready," I retorted. Darla shrugged.

I called Evelyn. "We got a request for 'the couple,'" I related. "The guy wants to discuss pricing and extras. I figure he's going to want you two to wander into unknown territory."

"I'll bring Teddy. When do they want us?"

"Early evening, apparently."

"Can you feel the guy out? I'll see where Teddy's head is at and we can call back to negotiate."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." We'd picked up a couple of throwaway phones; I snagged one and used the caller ID on the incoming line to get the caller. "I'm returning your call. You have some kind of request?"

"Yeah," the guy said carefully. "I'm looking for the couple."

"The guy isn't an employee," I replied. "We don't just send them out, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, well... Is it possible? I'll pay."

'Damned right you will!' I thought. "It might be a delicate negotiation. This isn't play-acting, you understand -- they're the genuine article. He's not.... broken in. That being the case, well..."

"Oh. Okay. I can see how that might get pricey."

"Yeah. I can't guarantee results -- and if you decided you wanted to ask for something more involved than what you start out with once they're on-site, I can't guarantee they can move up. In any case, this might cost a bundle, since it could be new ground -- stuff they've never done before. Can you elaborate?"

"I want to, well, put him down. I want to get personal about it. I want her to play, too -- you know, um, comparisons..."

"It's new ground, all right," I mused. "We might be able to deliver on that, but it's kind of like virginity, you know?"

"Yeah." There was a weighted pause. "Hey, have you guys ever considered getting this stuff on video?"

I was floored! "No, actually..."

"I'm thinking this is worth a couple of thousand, right? I have a buddy -- he does pro video work. You get the originals and the distro rights -- we get a private copy. She does me and my buddy and we film it and we all ride the fuck out of him. Let's say five grand to start..."

"This goes way beyond anything we are prepared for. I need to call them in and pitch this deal. It may be too much to handle at this time," I muttered, dazed. "It may be too much to handle, ever, actually."

"Yeah, I can see how it would be risky -- but there would be three or four of us if he freaked. This is for real, huh? No bullshit?" the guy confirmed.

"Yeah, look -- I'm no psychologist, you know? But he had the bug and we're, um, encouraging it. The wife is running things -- I'm just there for moral support or whatever, you know? Neither of us is an expert at this..." I explained.

"This could be big, then..." the guy mused.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

I called Evelyn back. "Okay, they nearly knocked me for a loop! They want to give Ted shit while they fuck you -- call him names, talk about what a pussy he is, how short his cock is -- that kind of thing. They want you to play to it -- talk about how good they are and how Ted can't satisfy you, blah, blah. But the kicker is, since it's genuine -- from Ted's viewpoint, at least -- they want to video it."

"What?"

"There are two of them. One is a professional videographer, supposedly. They want to get it on video. They want a copy, but they would give us distribution rights. They're offering five thousand to do it."

"WOW!"

"Yeah, that's more or less what I said," I agreed. "I told them that Ted's not trained and this is the real thing and things could be delicate. The guy said he understood."

"Don, I don't think we can do this on no notice. I don't think we can do this on ground of their choosing. I PARTICULARLY don't think Ted and I should walk into this alone!" Evelyn declared.

"I'm with you on all points," I replied. "And I think we would need to prep Ted a bit," I added.

"Uh huh. We'll be over in a bit and you and I will get them on the phone."

"Sounds good."

"Don? I want you there. If we have to take Teddy home in a box, I'm going to need help."

"I never planned anything else."