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Girls' Nightmare Out, continued
By Rogue Alan

Part IX

She felt him again, thrusting endlessly between her spread thighs,
grunting quietly with each forward lunge. Biting her lip, she fought to
suppress the groan she knew was building in her throat, at once
desperate for release & ashamed to be reacting as she was. But at just
that moment he shifted higher, the root of his big cock pressing tight
against her erect clit, rubbing at it endlessly, & that quickly, she was
cumming. Her back arched, head dropping back against the motel's thin
mattress, thighs dropping wide, offering her sex to the stranger firmly
seated between them. Breath didn't come, then rasped into her lungs in a
sobbing rush. She was dimly aware of her hands grasping at his driving
buttocks, pulling him close, urging him on. He wasn't the 1st to take
her that night; wasn't the biggest or fattest, & certainly wasn't more
skilled than his friends had been, but after almost 2 hours taking a
cock in one manner or another without pause, it didn't take finesse to
get her off; simply friction. It didn't matter who was getting her off,
or that he wasn't trying to make her cum; after so long without release,
the orgasm satisfied a need she'd denied too long. She heard her ragged
groans, felt the way it spurred him on. He stiffened then, as she
teetered on the precipice of another climax, & after grunting
irregularly for several moments, holding himself inside of her, the
brute backed out. She glanced drunkenly about the room, looking for the
next stranger preparing to enjoy her ready body, but the others were
spent as well, except for the last-the fellow who reminded her of a boy
she'd once wanted in high school-who was still stroking in & out of the
other whore. She blinked back a tear at that thought, once more trying
to reconcile what she knew was wrong with what she'd just felt. Taking a
deep breath Melissa stopped replaying the past three hours, focusing on
the present, & trying to block out what she'd just finished doing. what
she'd allowed others to do to her. 

It no longer threatened to overwhelm her when she was 'working' as Tom
put it- casually, callously. She could lie there, making the appropriate
noises, moving her body convincingly, while feeling empty & alone. It
was only when she came-a simple physiological act, one of the other
girl's had reminded her, and something that she would need to feel to
survive her ordeal-that she felt that control or anesthesia slip. That
simple declaration-she needed to experience pleasure to tolerate being
used by the endless line of unknown men she knew she still faced-had
been disturbing when she'd heard it, not in the least as it was offered
from a younger, outwardly more innocent girl. Mel remembered scoffing at
the sentiment at the time, even though she'd already known the reality
physically in the intensive 'training' Tom had forced upon them not so
long ago; the simple admission of such acceptance had frightened Melissa
at the time, yet barely a month later, she lay in the plain hotel room,
surrounded by strangers, & without a 2nd thought began to finger
herself, quickly working to another cleansing release. The world swirled
into a kaleidoscope of sensory information as she came again, barely
aware of the encouraging shouts of the men who'd realized what she was
doing & were gathering to watch. 

Blinking, Melissa stopped the memory of the past evening cold, checking
internally to see if she'd reacted to the memory-an increasing danger
that frightened her. She looked at the stranger staring back at her from
the mirror. The green eyes, heavily made up, mascara streaked now,
seemed dull. She knew there were dark circles beneath her eyes, hidden
by the make-up she had dutifully applied in front of the same mirror 3
hours before. She ran a hand through her teased, high-lighted hair,
noting the bright flash of red painted fingernails, then re-examined the
hairstyle-nearly buzzed at the sides, the back still long. It wasn't
her, but even as she thought that, she knew otherwise; often wondered if
it was all she would ever be again. It did not seem possible so much
could have changed in a few months time. 

But it had. Otherwise, she'd never have been comfortable, much less
blas,, about sitting beside a relative stranger, stark naked. & the act
she'd just willingly performed. string of acts, really. Without really
considering it, she'd learned to endure. and to her fright & disgust at
times, to even enjoy many new things. Closing her eyes again as if she
could shut out such thoughts, she took a deep breath, then let her gaze
return to the mirror. Her eyes dropped to her breasts, 1 nipple
glittering where she'd been pierced. She had been amazed to find Tom had
apparently been telling the truth when he said that 'all of his girls'
were so adorned. Even the black woman beside her wore the silver rings,
& sported a barely visible tattoo. She would've easily missed the
latter, but not so long before, the woman's pubes had been as up close
and personal as was physically possible. Mel's tongue traced her lips, a
memory of the other woman's taste lingering, one of the better moments
of the finished evening. Mel started at the thought, shocking herself
anew. 

It had been a surprise to find herself working with a black woman, not
out of prejudice, but because to her knowledge, Tom's clients were
almost exclusively black, and had seemed to delight in the idea of
'despoiling' a white housewife. Melissa had sometimes wondered how
garishly she'd be painted if the fa㌢de of the innocent, unwilling
married woman wasn't a selling point. Except it wasn't a fa㌢de. she was
a married housewife. A mother. A schoolteacher. And now. though not
truly unwilling, she was on a regular basis a prostitute. Never mind
that she received less money than the lowest streetwalker she'd passed
driving to the meet that night; it was a horrifying but undeniable
reality-she gave herself to these men for money. In 3 months, she'd
slept with more men than she could count; total strangers who'd seen her
as nothing more than meat for their amusement. She shivered, amazed she
could find any pleasure in that existence, but aware as well that she'd
already have gone mad if there hadn't been some bright spot in the
nightmare her life had become. She glanced at the other girl. younger
again, but more comfortable in her role, Melissa thought. The woman
noticed her stare & returned it. She offered a smile that stopped
somewhere short of her eyes. the sort of smile Melissa-- open, outgoing
Melissa-had been developing unconsciously. 

"Relax, girl. This wasn't too bad. Some a them boys could really use
their meat, you know? I managed to get off more tonight than I have all
week at home!" Melissa nodded reflexively, fervently hoping she'd never
compare what she'd just done with what she still tried to enjoy in her
bedroom. She'd diligently forced consideration of the sex she'd just.
experienced with making love to Jeff. It was already so horrid to
consider how thoroughly she'd betrayed the man she loved, she refused to
believe she could so callously compare what they shared with the things
she did for Tom's profit (or pleasure). She set about combing her hair,
& tried not to worry about Kathy's absence. They were supposed to meet
right there, to offer what little consolation they could after another
night of selling themselves, and more importantly, to agree on what they
would tell their husbands. again. The web of lies seemed more and more
tangled, except neither Fred nor Jeff seemed in the least suspicious. It
was just like the 'girls' nights out' they had been enjoying for more
than a year, so far as the men were concerned. 

Acutely aware she could not carry any sign of her infidelity home,
Melissa stood, turning and trying to eye every inch of her skin for any
lasting impression she might have to explain. So far, none of the men
who'd been inside of her had seemed interested in leaving a sign that
Jeff might discover, though she guessed it was only because they had not
thought of it; or Tom had explained the rules to his clients, as well as
'his girls.' She considered asking Shanille to check her over, but opted
instead to wait for Kathy to get back. She glanced at her clock; glad at
least the trio that had worked she and Shanille over had been done right
at ten. At the same time, seeing it was fifteen after, Melissa couldn't
suppress her growing concern for her friend. She began to pace, not
caring about her nudity as she unwillingly began to consider the things
that might have happened. 

"Chill, girl," Shanille watched her in the mirror, "It's cool. She'll be
back, & you'll be home tucked in beside Little Dick before you know it."
Mel resisted turning on the taller woman and confronting her. maybe that
was why Shanille was working for Tom, but she knew better than to get
into such a discussion. The first month after their 'education' in Las
Vegas, Tom had sent them out together. They had serviced a single
obviously wealthy black man the first week back, a man barely able to
speak English. Kathy had whispered to Melissa as they'd smiled and
nodded at the man that it 'couldn't be too bad.' 3 hours later, though,
they'd each been fucked in the mouth, cunt, and ass by the man, as well
as by his bodyguards, who'd taken turns with both women after their
client was satisfied. Neither had expected any 'easy' jobs since. They'd
worked side by side in a downtown hotel room-not a nice place-the next
weekend, calmly servicing a seemingly endless supply of strangers Tom
brought in 3 at a time, a buxom redhead lying to Melissa's left. Melissa
shivered in the memory of her recent orgasms, wondering how long the
other girl had been at it-she'd really seemed to enjoy the endless
supply of cock. When Kathy had asked her about it afterwards, the
redhead had shrugged & said she'd learned 'long ago' to get what
pleasure she could out of the 'arrangement.' Melissa no longer
remembered that she'd been horrified at the time; she knew after not so
much time that the woman was right; all that change of heart had taken
was a few weeks, & a few dozen men. 

Tom had been present at their 3rd 'job' as well, deftly slipping leather
full face masks onto their heads after having them each sign a long
form, reminding them on Kathy's hesitation that he had more than enough
videotape to ruin their lives. He'd made sure their hair was arranged in
the openings provided just for that purpose just so, & when Melissa had
complained about it being hard to breathe, he'd laughed, telling her
he'd take if off it she wanted, but since they were going to be filmed
having sex that night, he'd thought she & Kathy would want to remain
'mystery pussy.' The 3 hours that night had been another endless string
of men moving between her legs, thrusting into her, taking her without
any regard to her own pleasure. She'd been glad for Tom's presence then,
feeling helpless lying blind on the old mattress, feeling it shift with
the motion of Kathy's 'guests' as well as her own. At least having their
'pimp' in the room meant there was no argument over using condoms. Their
1st 'John,' the foreigner, had been opposed to using them when Kathy had
town a package open, but she'd stood her ground, threatening to leave &
call Tom, & he & his bodyguards had reluctantly let the women apply the
latex guardians. the lessons Tom taught had a way of making a lasting
impression. That was also why both women had obediently fingered
themselves & each other, & had used whatever 'toys' he'd told them too,
all for the unseen cameras, as well. Afterwards, Melissa had been
tempted to search for her image on the Internet, but she'd resisted,
afraid of what she'd find. 

During the 2nd month, Tom had arranged for both women to have sex with
several of his clients in the back of a porn theater. a thoroughly
disgusting, but strangely exciting evening, Melissa had admitted to
Kathy afterwards, glad when her friend agreed with that assessment. That
was the 1st night Melissa remembered wanting to feel something between
her legs, aware of a need to get off while putting out for 'her pimp's
boys.' & she had too, so well that she'd drawn attention from others in
the theater, who'd bargained with Tom for a piece of the action. Though
she'd gotten off repeatedly that night, it had been a sobering
experience to learn Tom would sell them out to anyone with the money;
until that point, she'd held to the misguided notion their persecutor
was at least in part looking out for them. 

The next week, Tom had met them in the tiny apartment where they left
their things before any 'engagement' as he termed them. To the girls'
surprise & fear, he'd separated them, sending Kathy off in the company
of another brunette, while a 2nd blonde drove Melissa to a bachelor
party where they'd been expected to dance, then put out. On the way
back, Mel had made the mistake of asking about the girl she'd just spent
as intimate an evening as was possible, willingly offering herself to a
dozen total strangers who'd taken turns humping into both women again &
again. In doing so, she'd violated 1 of Tom's rules: 1st names or
nicknames only. She'd thought it a stupid rule, never considering why
he'd insist on such limited knowledge. Not only had the girl been
unresponsive to the point she thought it rude, to her horror, the girl
had told Tom about the conversation. Tom had calmly kissed the girl,
whispering something in her ear, then had turned, & smiling, told
Melissa he was transferring 2 of the other girl's 'weeks of service' to
her as punishment for her disobedience. It was the last time Melissa did
anything regarding her '2nd career' without considering her 'master's'
rules. What had frightened her most at the time was the thought that
she'd have to 'work' for 2 weeks without Kathy's presence. She'd never
thought to ask how many tricks '2 weeks' would mean, since before he'd
always spoken of the number of times she'd have to put out. The subtle
shift from quantity to time was lost on her. Since that week, though
'working' at the same time, she & Kathy hadn't been together for a job,
managing barely enough time on the drive to & from their 'girls' night
out' to get their stories straight. At Tom's suggestion, both were
asking co-workers about movies they'd seen, getting little facts that
could protect them should their husbands ask questions or God forbid get
together & talk about what 'their women' had been doing. 

Melissa eyed Shanille, wondering again about the woman; how long she'd
been working for Tom; how or why she'd gotten into such a hopelessly
unrewarding position. But she didn't ask. Instead, seeing her partner
for the evening replacing a handful of condoms in the drawer of the
make-up table, she heard herself begin, 

"How'd you have that many left? There were six guys there, & several of
them were after me for 2nd's. I only have 2 left. Shanille laughed, 

"Girl, you got to learn to, like, make them last. They wear the coat if
they want between my legs, & if they put it in back, they change before
they get the good stuff again, but in my mouth. I don't know how you do
it. I can't stand the taste." 

"But." 

"But nothing, girl. You use the condoms to keep them from filling you up
down there. Taking a load now & then in the mouth won't hurt. Hell,
sometimes they're so excited that's all they can do. In fact, I
sometimes don't take a condom at all," she smiled at Melissa's surprised
expression, "Haven't you heard about them fancy female condoms?" Melissa
shook her head. "They're like a big sleeve. a plastic sock, I thought,
so a guy can dip his wick bare & not give you an unwanted package. You
should try it" Melissa nodded grudgingly, still unconvinced, but any
further discussion was interrupted by the prolonged scrabbling of a key
at the lock of the community apartment's front door. A moment later,
Kathy came in, hair disheveled, eyes more blank than Melissa's had
seemed a moment before. Melissa rushed to her friend, 

"Kathy? You OK, Hon?" Getting no response, she shook the taller woman
forcefully, "Talk to me, Kathy. what is it?" The usually self-assured
brunette stared through Melissa, walking stiff-legged into the room, her
face an expressionless mask. "Kathy!" Melissa's voice was nearly a
shout, "What's wrong?!" 

Her friend reached the bathroom that opened into the studio apartment's
single room, closing the door behind her. Melissa heard the shower
start, the glass door slide closed, wondering what had happened. The
other woman was suddenly busily packing her things, making the same
double & triple checks for missing-or extra-items Melissa would repeat
before she left for home. Glancing nervously at the bathroom door, the
woman left without a word, which somehow amplified her own anxiety over
Kathy's behavior. She checked the door, relieved to find it unlocked, &
began to open it, worried at what she might find behind the thin plywood
barrier. 

Kathy's dress. Tom's actually, sine he provided all of the clothes-what
little there were of them most often-for their 'dates, weren't hanging
on the hook by the shower or in the open hamper atop the semen stained
clothes Melissa & Shanille had discarded upon their return. Melissa had
initially wondered if the neighbors wondered about the endless (she
supposed) parade of women flouncing in & out of the apartment, but she
had seldom met anyone in the hall & had quickly realized that the
neighbors likely were simply glad the 'occupants' of the apartment in
which she changed for and from her 'tricks' were quiet. Such thoughts
were far from her mind as Melissa's eyes found her friend, huddled in
the corner of the shower. The water sounded strange, & with a sudden
urgency she opened the door, hard enough it rebounded from the rubber
stop, closing back 1/2 way before Melissa stopped it, staring at her
friend. 

The hand-held showerhead was positioned firmly between Kathy's legs. Her
dress was bunched at her waist, exposing her trim, taut thighs & hips,
calf muscles tensed from the crouch. The brunette's eyes were pinched
tight in response to the discomfort of the steaming water as it blasted
against her naked sex. Melissa stared for a hand span of seconds,
wondering what could have happened. Certainly it wasn't anal sex; though
both women had been 'anal virgins' before the fateful trip to Las Vegas,
neither could claim such any longer. the 1st time, with the foreign
business man or dignitary and his bodyguards, Melissa had thought she
would be torn apart; she'd limped into the dingy apartment, anxious to
check her abused body for signs her husband would be sure to note, to
find nothing. Since then, she'd learned from watching the other more
experienced women, who were not uncommonly getting ready as they did. In
addition to the ever-present supply of condoms, there were always
several tubes of KY jelly or other lubricants, which she & Kathy
realized were meant for both orifices, not simply what they'd expected
men would most want. Melissa had quickly decided all men had a basic
perversion-a need to do things to women the women would not typically
offer or enjoy. At the same time, she couldn't deny that sometimes as a
man had thrust eagerly at her backdoor, she'd cum as strongly as any
time she had a man filling her cunt. For Kathy, who'd taken men in both
holes at once, 'doing' anal seemed second nature already, so Mel didn't
guess that was the issue. 

Similarly, many of Tom's 'clients' seemed to have been especially gifted
so far as sexual equipment was concerned. She & Kathy had discussed
whether their husbands were, in fact, much smaller than average, which
both doubted, or whether the men seeking Tom's assistance had problems
with all but 'professionals' due to their size. More than once, Mel had
heard Tom or another girl laugh when someone complained about a guy
being 'too big,' pointing out that if a baby could pass between a
woman's thighs, no cock would be 'too big.' Mercifully, few had been
close to the tool swinging between Tom's own thighs, or those the women
had survived in Las Vegas. While most she guessed were a bit larger than
Jeff's, she could remember at least 3 'men' who'd been much smaller than
her husband; the fact that she was willing to compare him favorably but
wouldn't consider the opposite didn't seem strange. Having taken a 10"
tool herself that night, Melissa was sure it wasn't the root of her
friend's state, either. 

"Kathy?" Melissa said a silent thanks for the continuing rain outside as
she bent toward her friend, aware she was getting a bit wet in the
process. The brunette didn't seem aware of her presence. Closer, Melissa
could see tears glistening on Kathy's cheeks. Worry became alarm, & she
reached down, shaking her friend's soaked shoulder, "Kathy! What's
wrong?" Her friend blinked, wiped feebly at 1 eye with the back of her
hand, smearing mascara over wet skin, her gaze finally meeting
Melissa's. The eyes mirrored the emotional void Melissa had noted seen
in her reflection moments before, but there was something more
unsettling, as well: fear. An icy sensation clenched at Melissa's
stomach as she knelt, heedless of the spray rising from her friend's
exposed crotch to soak the front of her clothes. Despite the steam
filling the small space, Kathy was shivering violently, her face ghostly
pale. Melissa feared the 'John' Kathy had 'entertained' that night had
done something horrific to her friend. "What happened? What did the
bastard do?" her voice was plaintive. She didn't stop to think about the
solution that came to mind 1st, "I'll call Tom. He'll take care of it."
As she moved to rise, Kathy's right hand closed over her forearm,
holding her in place. Their locked gaze had never wavered, & for a
moment, Melissa didn't realize that she'd seen her friend's lips move in
a silent answer. She shook her head, "What?" Again the whisper of
something lost in the hiss of the shower water. "I still didn't." 

"It broke." delivered with a sigh that seemed to wrack her body in the
moment before Kathy sobbed in earnest. Reaching up and back, Melissa
groped for the shower control & turned the pounding spray off, then
leaned in fully, circling her arms around her shivering friend, pulling
her out of her crouch in the shower, supporting the larger woman. Kathy
was mumbling, shaking her head slightly, "It broke. it broke. it broke."
Melissa jerked the soaked clothing off, throwing the garment into the
sink & helping her friend to the covered toilet before she went to work
drying Kathy off. She wondered what Kathy meant, unable to guess, &
still certain Tom needed to be called. He'd given them an emergency
number, warning them any abuse would increase their 'debt.' She'd read
enough thrillers to guess the phone wasn't his, & that any use would
mean his acquiring a new line. the active number was provided at the
same time he or his 'receptionist' called to alert them to their
'schedule,' & had not changed since they'd started, which had suggested
there were not often problems when the pair had 1st entered his
'service.' Melissa cringed, wondering which or if both women would pay
for the call she wanted to make. 

She delayed, more concerned with her friend's immediate situation. Kathy
had quieted, her body jerking periodically with continued but silent
sobs while Melissa finished drying her off. Taking the robe she'd just
discarded before changing at the mirror, Mel wrapped her friend up,
leading her to the threadbare couch in the middle of the small single
room. She left her alone only long enough to grab a glass out of the
cupboard & to pour an inch of the cheap whiskey kept on the bar between
the kitchenette & the main room. As an afterthought she brought the
bottle along, watching as her friend accepted the glass with tremulous
hands, downing the bitter amber liquid in a single swallow. The 2nd &
3rd glasses-smaller volumes, mercifully-went down as quickly. Melissa
set the 1/2 empty bottle on the pressboard coffee table, wrapping her
arms around her friend, rocking & whispering nonsense, trying to be
comforting. After several minutes, Kathy gave a single shuddering sigh,
her body relaxing. Melissa saw she was biting her lip absently in worry.
They'd always been close friends, & the shared misery they were enduring
had made them something more, though neither had admitted as much; on
their return from Las Vegas, they'd experienced the joy of lesbian love,
but had been afraid or unable to spend further time together since,
apart from some brief 'performing' for some of the 'Johns' they'd
serviced together; there was simply not enough time for them to be
together apart from the time they had to surrender to Tom. Resisting the
urge to kiss her friend with the passion she felt, Melissa rested her
forehead on Kathy's temple, whispering, 

"What happened, K?" Kathy dragged in another ragged breath, & for a
moment, Melissa feared her friend would pull away from her. 

"It broke." She repeated to Melissa's alarm, though she seemed in better
control of herself. Mel waited, but no explanation was forthcoming. 

"What broke, Hon?" She saw Kathy blink back a tear, bite at her upper
lip again before answering. 

"The condom. it broke, &. he came inside of me." Her body began to
quiver again as emotion overwhelmed her reserve. "It broke, Mel. What am
I gonna do? I could be. I might." 

"You may be pregnant." Melissa finished. Kathy nodded mutely. "Shhh."
Melissa soothed, "It'll be all right." 

"How?!" Kathy's response was an almost anguished cry. "If I am, Fred'll
kill me. I can't. I can't go through with it." Melissa imagined herself
in Kathy's shoes, shivered at the image. 

"He had a vasectomy?" Funny, they'd never mentioned such things before.
Kathy shook her head. 

"No. but he'd know." 

"How? I mean. Oh," realization struck home with awful clarity-Tom's
clients were predominantly black & Hispanic. "He was black." Kathy
nodded at the statement-it wasn't a question. The women sat silently for
several minutes before Melissa ventured, "You're sure he came. inside of
you?" Kathy nodded morosely. 

"Oh yeah. It was a single guy. he was handsome enough, & funny. took me
out to dinner, believe it or not," Melissa suppressed a sudden jealousy.
none of her tricks had seemed at all interested in her. "We danced, then
went to his room. He was gentle, & caring. it was almost like being with
Fred, but a Fred built like Adonis. He ate me out while I sucked him
off-God, I came like I can't remember from having a man-& I was glad I
hadn't put a condom on him yet." Melissa was surprised to learn that.
she'd only just begun to consider not using a condom for any sex act
after Shanille's warning that night. "I got him hard again, & he'd
gotten me off again, & then I rolled the condom onto him. 1 of those
ribbed Trojans that was in the drawer tonight. God, it was amazing. he
took me like he hadn't had sex in years, but he didn't cum, & he didn't
cum. We started out with him on top, & then I was on top, & then we were
doing it doggie style. I was pounding back against him, cumming &
cumming & not caring it wasn't Fred-hell, I was glad it wasn't Fred, it
felt so good-when he gasped that he was going to cum. I pushed back,
trying to milk him like that redhead told us the other time. those Kegel
things? He held on to my hips & held himself buried, & I swear, I could
feel it boiling out of his cock & into me. I shivered & cried out & came
again, wondering why it felt so strange. & then he backed out, & went to
take the condom off. & he said 'Uh-oh.' I froze. I remember turning
around. & seeing his cock, jutting out of the torn end of the condom. My
heart stopped, I swear. I cried out, reaching down & feeling the 1st of
his cum leaking out of my cunt." She stopped for a moment, controlling
her emotions with effort. "The scary thing is. part of me didn't care. I
was still tingling from the climaxes he'd given me, & part of me was
happy that he'd cum inside of me. it felt so. good as he did." Kathy
wrapped her arms tighter about her torso, as if against the cold. "&
then he smiled & said 'Well, it's too late now. we might as well enjoy
ourselves.' & he took me twice more, without bothering to use another
condom. laughed when I asked him to. He said, 'Bitch! If you're not
already preggers from me, this won't knock you up.' & by the time he'd
finish, he'd already be balls deep, & God help me, I was humping up,
ready to let him fuck me like that. I kept on cumming. It wasn't until
he led me down to the cab that he smiled-leered is more like it-at me &
said, 'Hope my baby has a good daddy to raise him,' as he closed the
door. I sat in shock throughout the ride. & the cabbie. he kept eyeing
me & shaking his head like he knew what was going on." She reached for
the glass again, filling it 1/2 way & downing it in three jagged
swallows before sagging back against Melissa, "What am I going to do?" 

Melissa shook her head in sympathy, "That's horrible, baby. but it's
over. You're fine. You don't know that you're pregnant." 

"But I could be. or I could have. I could have anything.." 

"Shhh. We'll tell Tom. He'll have the guy tested. He'll have you tested.
If you're late, we'll get a test; if it's positive. we'll cross that
bridge when we get there." She reached out, raising her friend's face,
"Listen to me. it isn't your fault. & no one will ever know, even if you
are pregnant. We'll take care of this. we'll get through all of this."
Kathy nodded, but Melissa was disheartened to see no sparkle return to
her friend's eyes. "Do you want me to call Tom?" she asked, & without
waiting for Kathy to answer, went on, "Remember, he'll probably call
tomorrow morning or Saturday with another 'job' & we can tell him then.
if we call & he doesn't think it's an emergency, we'll have to work even
more for him. None of this can change, & nothing will be sure for
several days, but if you want, I'll call right now." Melissa stopped,
hoping not to have seemed too insensitive. Her friend sighed, then
nodded slightly. 

"No. Let's just get cleaned up & go home. I'll have to wait to see what
happens." Both remembered the pill he'd provided in Las Vegas. he could
take care of it for them. the question was whether it would be worth the
cost. From her reaction, Melissa guessed Kathy didn't think so. 

Across town, Tom glanced down at the cell phone clipped unobtrusively to
his belt. It was set on 'vibrate,' & had a full charge. He kept it with
him whenever 'his girls' were working, which anymore was every night &
most days. He'd brought in a friend who was learning the ropes of
'procurement' & was coming along nicely, though he found he missed the
excitement of the chase, & especially knowing he was the 1st to adulter
most of his whores' marriages. He considered calling the apartment to
see if there'd been any problem, but this was not a work night for him.
he trusted the guys he'd sent girls to that night, they were old
customers, & the girls hadn't shown any inclination to being a problem
since he'd fined the blonde 2 weeks for being nosy. 

He thought about Mike, who'd done shady things for him on the periphery
of his enterprise for more than a year; long enough to put two & two
together. The man was smooth, but not too smooth, a frustrated lawyer
working in a lab across town. They'd met fortuitously when Dwayne had
been trying to figure a way to get his KC girls checked when needed
without jumping through such hoops as a doctor's office; he hated
situations where he had to give control to anyone else. Mike had signed
on the minute he'd heard 'Tom's' sob story about his 'girlfriend,'
offering to run the tests for them. Of course, when Dwayne had appeared
with a pair of girls a week later, the younger man had been taken aback.
But he'd been equally eager to help, especially for a little 'bonus'
intimacy once the girls were proven clean. Still as 'Tom,' Dwayne had
carefully checked his new 'partner' out, & everything he'd learned had
been positive. The guy was as cool as ice, didn't get rattled, didn't
worry or moralize or rationalize what was going on. As long as no one
was getting hurt. or for that matter, so long as no one who got hurt
could get him in trouble, he was happy to do what he could for a piece
of ass whenever he wanted & a tidy little tax-free profit. Dwayne had
learned the hard way when he'd turned over a promising Cleveland
'enterprise' to a slick fellow that psychopaths might do all right for a
while, but the moment he'd moved on to set up in St. Louis, the nut he'd
left in charge had screwed things so badly it had very nearly ruined the
entire set- up. Luckily, he'd been. taken care of. as a favor from a big
hitter in the Cincinnati area, & Dwayne had been more careful since.
Michael had laughed about the tests he was supposed to take when 'Tom'
approached him about a 'bigger role' in things, but he'd agreed quickly
enough, & everything Dwayne could test had suggested a stable partner.
He'd already been in KC almost 2 years, longer than any place but Denver
& Omaha, & while it was nice to have people he knew & called friends, it
was also a risk, & there were plenty of other large cities for him to
'open franchises' as he explained it to his 'investors.' 

The key was to stay long enough things were settled & would work,
without staying so long as to get entangled in the things that would
happen after he moved on. Dwayne as Tom still had a hand in what was
happening in several cities, mostly places where 1 of 'the girls' had
come up so well he'd left them in charge of recruiting, visiting only to
help 'provide the meat' as 1 girl termed it, & to iron out problems that
infrequently occurred. Considering it was housewives running San Antonio
& Denver, he admitted women did a better job of keeping things together,
though they were also hesitant to let him 'solve' the problem cases,
knowing what that meant. When he was planning to turn a city over to
another man-he'd continue to enjoy the girls' services & would handle
placements for problem cases while referring 'customers' for a fee
only-he'd opted for erasing as many of his own 'recruits' as possible,
in order to limit his own exposure. It helped that he was never without
sunglasses around the women, unless it was too dark in a room to see
details. It also helped that even if someone found out about 'Tom' & by
some miracle traced Tom to Dwayne, they'd find only another phantom; for
he wasn't really Dwayne, either, or any of four other identities he'd
developed over the nearly 2 decades he'd been plying his 'trade.' The 2
he'd picked out of the yuppie bar would be his last 'crop' from KC.
Given that consideration, he was glad things were operating smoothly. 6
more months tops, get Michael up to speed, & he'd be gone to greener
pastures. 

"Hey, Dwayne! You want another?" the bartender, a friend from school,
but oblivious to how Dwayne Richards made a living, shouted jovially,
pointing at the nearly empty mug in front of him. "Sure, Tiny," he
answered, "Give me another root beer." The big man laughed & shook his
head, "Boys," he began to the others irregularly lining the bar, "Time
was, Mr. Richards here drank enough to keep me in business single
handedly!" Dwayne waved him off. 

"Flatterer." 

"It's truth," the bartender/owner countered, "You were amazing in your
day." 

"Ouch," Dwayne smiled, "I thought this still was my day." The bartender
smiled, showing large white teeth, the right front capped with his
initial in a garish red semi-precious stone. 

"You sure you aren't drinking something harder, then?" Tiny razzed as he
set the foam capped mug down in front of Dwayne. Dwayne's smile vanished
as he felt a vibration on the other side of his belt. his pager. Or
rather, Tom's pager. it was best to keep his business & personal lives
totally separate, considering the sort of profession he practiced. He
glanced at the screen of the alphanumeric pager, keying in with the
arrow keys the security code that he'd added as an extra feature. He
glanced at the number & stood, waving to Tiny. 

"Keep my beer cold, will ya, I gotta visit the john." Tiny nodded an
understanding, & Dwayne. now Tom sauntered to the back of the bar.
Standing in the small, vacant bathroom, he dialed the number on the
phone located inside the men's room-a touch he appreciated-waiting
through 3 rings. 

"'Lo. Tom, that you?" It was Lionel.. the advertising man from Chicago
he'd set up with the brunette. Kathy. He paused, remembering what she
felt like. there was a fire inside of her he'd really enjoyed. 

"Yeah. What up?" It was best to keep things to a minimum, even on a
random pay phone as he was using. He was careful not to leave any prints
on the phone. 

"There was. look man, there was a problem, & I didn't do anything. I
don't want to have to find anyone else, you know, so I wanted to call &
tell you." 

"Tell me what?" 

"Your girl? The leggy brunette? I uh. the uh, condom failed, man. Ripped
& I filled her up." 

"You did." Tom/Dwayne considered the information. he hadn't gotten a
call, so maybe the girl wasn't worried about it. or maybe she was
terrified, but wouldn't risk the extra time using his cell phone would
cost her; she'd learned that lesson the easy way, watching her friend
get a couple 'penalty weeks.' He tried to calculate the risks, based on
the intimate details he required the girls provide-their only 'off' week
was when they were bleeding. He smiled to himself. such 'accidents' were
inevitable, & he'd learned to use them to his advantage. a woman scared
of getting preggers would agree to the Depo shots he could provide;
which would mean she'd stop bleeding, so he could work her every week.
Of course, it wasn't all perfect, he knew. There were other questions
that needed answering, as well. "You clean?" 

"I swear it, man. Swear it. You want, I'll take a test." 

"Damn right you'll take a test. that's the agreement at the get go.
You'll also pay for her tests." 

"But." Dwayne knew men enough to ask the right questions to end any
argument. 

"How many times you cum inside my girl?" There was an uncomfortable
pause that was answer enough. The guy was wondering whether the whore
would be loyal to him or Tom. 

"Three times, man." Dwayne/Tom made another mental note to punish Kathy
for letting the guy do it after the accident, which he knew could easily
not have been an accident, but this guy had been with him a long time &
should know the cost of such a screw up. 

"Uh-huh. That gets checked too, you know?" he didn't pause for an
answer, "But this way you get her test results, too. That should be fair
enough." He sighed, then recited an address, "Stop there in the morning.
Ask for Mike. Tell him Tom sent you. he'll collect the money. for 2 sets
of tests, & the MAP," he spoke the acronym, 'map.' 

"The map?" 

"Yeah man. it's all in the fine print ," & it was. Tom kept everything
on file, hard copy & computerized. in an age where criminals could sue
for damages incurred during their criminal activities, he took no
chances, "You're paying for a morning after pill so you don't have to
worry about child support later." 

"What if she won't take it? I mean." 

"They're my girls. they do what I say!" Tom almost snarled into the
phone, "You thinkin' you gonna take her away from all this?" 

"No man, I. I mean, she was nice. I'd like to do her again when I'm in
town, that's all." "We'll see, man. I have to see how all this shakes
out. Now you got that address & name?" He listened as the man read them
back in response. "Good. Now I gotta get ahold of the bitch & get this
straightened out. Hope you had fun man." "No shit!" Dwayne could hear
the man's smile, "I'm serious, she was the best I've had. really seemed
to be enjoying it, too, you know? That blew my mind." "It'd blow her
hubby's mind, too, but that's what I can provide, my man. Later." He
hung up, then returned to the bar, downing his drink quickly, before
waving a good-bye at Tiny & stepping into the balmy post-rain air. He
resisted the urge to call the apartment on the emergency phone. doing so
would mean getting another clone, & that would upset all of the girls.
He was guessing the little blonde, Melissa, had calmed her friend down &
that they'd decided to wait until he called with their next appointment.
He smiled to himself, admitting both were doing just fine, though it
wouldn't keep him from dealing them when the time came. It was funny,
the way most of them seemed relieved when the end came. He guessed they
were tired of leading a double life. Of course, he led a double life as
well, a though which brought another smile as he considered how well his
'financial consultant' cover business had fared during the dot com boom,
& that he'd seen the writing on the wall & gotten out in time to save
his hide. The girls, though. they didn't ever really have a chance, &
almost universally, by the time their debt was paid, they'd been beaten
down by the guilt they felt for what they'd allowed to happen again &
again & again enough that they didn't really seem to care any more.
that, or they'd become hooked on the sex, which he'd heard the
conservative zealots shouting about, but didn't believe. Turning the key
in his Escalante SUV, Dwayne paused to jot a few cryptic notes into his
PDA-again, a secured portion-before he headed for his place, wishing in
part he'd stopped by 'the girls' apartment' to enjoy his newest local
addition. Glancing at the planner's calendar feature, he shrugged,
guessing they'd be his 'babies' for less than a week; Michael's 1st
catch was ready to be reeled in. 

Part X 

Melissa didn't stop to think about the fact that she was suddenly
anxious for a call from the man who'd ruined her life. She'd tried to
sleep after dropping a passably drunk Kathy at her place, but rest had
eluded her. She'd searched the web-using her own older computer rather
than the family's broadband connection to hide her 'surfing'-as she had
for hours uncounted after being ensnared by Tom, looking for any sign of
a way out. something about him she could trade for she & Kathy's
freedom. At times, she remembered the suggestion that 'recruiting' would
earn credit toward release, but she doubted it would be enough to get
her free, & still couldn't bring herself to help the monster who held
her life in his palm ensnare other women. even women she hated. She'd
heard the others laughing about it. Nurses, teachers, even housewives,
judging by the clothes they wore into the apartment & the things they'd
carried. the others seemed quite happy to trap some other hapless woman
into the life of sex for safety (not money she kept telling herself). It
was the 1st time she'd been glad she had a 'pimp' to take care of
problems, never considering he was the indirect cause of Kathy's problem
to begin with. 

The call came at lunch. they always came at lunch. It was a woman's
voice, & for a moment, Melissa longed to be the 1 paying her time off by
sending other women out to appease strange cock. The woman told her to
wait, & a moment later, Tom was on line. Melissa felt a strange
combination of attraction & loathing to the man, this time more the
former, considering she was sure he'd help her. Before she could speak,
he said, "You did well, last night." 

"Did the. did Fred," he'd warned them not to ever use the name 'John' or
the customers' real names, assuming they learned them, when talking on
the phone, 

"Enjoy the movie?" There was a dry chuckle. 

"Oh, they most certainly did. but I'm talking about your friend, & her.
situation." Melissa swallowed, nodding though he couldn't see her. "I
have a job for you both tomorrow morning. should be finished by about
lunch time. & I'll get her the necessary equipment," she was sure he
meant another morning after pill, "Then." 

"What about." she stopped short, not wanting to anger him. 

"About what?" he waited. 

"Shouldn't' she be tested?" 

"Oh, she will be. has been, in fact, by now. Don't you worry about that.
Just be at the apartment together at 7 tomorrow morning." The line went
dead before Melissa could protest that it was too early, though the
protest had already died unspoken, as well. Her hand was shaking as she
hung up, & she ducked into her classroom, opening a drawer & pulling out
the thermos that she'd begun carrying with her to school sometime in the
2nd week of her prostitution. She'd left school the 1st afternoon she'd
sat down to calculate how far she'd gotten into her 'debt,' the Friday
after the 1st time she'd been apart from Kathy. Including the Saturday
(& even Sunday) tricks Tom had demanded of them, she'd been horrified to
realize she'd slept with 40 men in 2 months. not including the men in
Las Vegas. She'd been comfortably numb on a lot of rum & a little coffee
for the rest of the afternoon, & had found herself needing the comfort
alcohol promised more & more. 

At night, it was wine, enough that she was compliant & could tolerate
Jeff doing whatever he wanted, which, to her relief was little more than
they'd done before. She tried to enjoy it, & hated herself for imagining
Tom at times when they made love, denying it as being anything but guilt
at the whore she'd become, & hating that she couldn't show him what did
feel better without risking his curiosity at how she'd learned such
facts & techniques. Afraid of his discovery, she'd kept track of her
'work' at school, making cryptic notes that no one would be able to
decipher should they stumble upon them. At times, she was relieved to
think that she could be free of Tom in less than a year's time. Other
times she was sure she'd already gone too far, & knew that whatever Tom
did, she'd never be the same. No one-not Jeff, not Tom, not the other
teachers or her students-seemed to have noticed the change, which was
almost enough for her to convince herself it was all under control. she
didn't have a problem, except for the obvious: she was a whore. 

That thought prompted another hit of the barely coffee mixture, & then
she put the thermos back in her desk, telling herself the arousal she
was trying to ignore was caused by the knowledge Kathy would be all
right, & not that she would soon see Tom again. 

Obeying Tom's instructions, Kathy had taken an early lunch, driving
straight to the clinic he had indicated. It wasn't advertised except in
small block letters on the glass of the front door, but inside, the
place smelled like every hospital she'd ever visited. She sat in the
barely adequate furniture after ringing a buzzer positioned on the desk;
tried not to think about the additional 2 weeks Tom had demanded for her
letting a 'John' cum inside of her, not by accident, but the 2nd & 3rd
times. It embarrassed her that he'd known so much, just as she'd been
embarrassed when she'd gone back to the apartment, looking for more sex
with him 2 days after they'd gotten back from Las Vegas. She'd known
then that she needed more of him, whatever the cost. He'd laughed,
asking where Melissa was. Kathy knew her friend was as hooked on Tom's
cock as she was, but the little blonde had more of a family to lose, &
so had been better at denying her needs. She forced such thoughts aside,
acutely aware of the predicament she faced. maybe pregnant, with a black
man's baby. A few minutes passed, & then the window at the side of the
room had slid open, & a matronly woman had asked her name, clucking as
she checked her schedule-why Kathy wasn't sure. She was told it would be
a minute, & sat, wishing she'd brought a book with her. 

She'd gotten home to find Fred sleeping across the middle of their
bed-luckily a king size. Like Melissa, she'd tossed throughout the
night, until such time as the alarm was about to ring anyway. Trying to
wake fully beneath yet another pounding shower-& resisting the urge to
drag the showerhead down to again scour her betraying cunt-she'd tried
to ignore what she'd felt the night before-before the condom
tore-focusing on what such behavior would cost her. Unlike Melissa,
there weren't kids to worry about, but she'd lose her job, her friends,
& everything she knew & was comfortable with. She blinked, a sudden
image of the 'outed' Kathy, turning tricks on the street like a common
whore dancing behind her eyes. It would be the only thing she was good
for. She wondered if Tom would have a use for her when Fred divorced
her, & made no attempt to hide the truth from herself-they'd already
been perilously near divorce. She'd known he was cheating for some time,
but hadn't concerned herself with his affair, so long as it left her
free to do what she wanted. Increasingly, that'd been going out with
Melissa, & she squirmed, feeling some impossible to prove guilt that
she'd brought it on them by somehow playing up to Tom that night in the
bar. the night neither could remember. 

She wished she couldn't remember the nights since. the times she'd
spread her legs, letting total strangers have her in whatever carnal way
they desired. It sickened her that she'd enjoyed their touch more often
than not; that she woke wanting to feel that touch again. She shifted in
the poorly padded plastic chair, scandalized when her thoughts wandered
to a similar sensation, when she'd been pushed back into the plastic
seat of an impressive basketball arena, her ankles draped over the arms
2 chairs away as an entire basketball team had taken turns fucking her &
Melissa & a redhead whose name she couldn't remember. They'd been
working together the prior Thursday, simply lying back as man after man
took a turn rutting into 1 or the other of the trio at some business
convention downtown, & she remembered wondering if that had been better
or worse as the eight impossibly big black men, a Hispanic fellow, & a
single white player had laughed & joked, comparing the women as if they
were inanimate objects. She remembered feeling jealous the 1st time she
heard 1 talking about how good Melissa's cunt felt, & how she'd began to
hump at the fellow fucking her just then, anxious to make an impression
on the stranger. Of the handful of condoms she'd brought, she'd gone
back to the studio apartment with 1-a warning not to take anything for
granted, as she was certain the lack of protection would have made no
difference in their readiness to fuck her, had any been able to keep
going. 

The next Saturday. after Tom had separated she & Melissa, Kathy had
found herself in the company of a heavier but more stacked brunette & a
black woman who thought she was God's gift to mankind; or at least men.
The foursome of Asian businessmen they serviced weren't hung like most
of the men Kathy had gotten used to taking between her legs, but they
were more contemptuous of the women they were using than Kathy had
thought possible. & they'd used condoms at a prodigious rate. The
frequent switch from mouth to ass to cunt, & back, each change involving
the ass requiring a change in the 'raincoat' which angered the men &
seemed to fuel their abusive attitude. It was the least pleasing
encounter Kathy had endured to date-at the 2 hour mark she wasn't yet
fully wet, & was thankful for the lubricant she'd applied vigorously
before leaving the apartment. In the midst of changing an impatient,
angry older executive who'd just viciously fucked her ass & wanted her
cunt, she realized the black girl was getting much better treatment, &
watching, she quickly guessed the reason. The girl wasn't doing oral
with a condom. Anal & vaginal, yes, but she would suck them like a
tigress, & in fact had the baggy 'female condom' between her legs,
making it easy to switch between oral & vaginal as well. If there was
any consolation, it was that the ebony goddess took more of the men's
load than Kathy & the other brunette combined. She also endured almost
no ridicule, whereas by the night's end, Kathy had wondered if she'd
somehow been transformed into a hideous witch by her weeks as a whore;
no man had ever treated her so badly, & it'd been a struggle to hide her
hurt from Melissa. 

The thought of her friend eased the anxiety Kathy had felt. If there was
a single positive outcome from the mess in which both women were
embroiled, it was that their friendship. no, it was more than that. had
blossomed. Kathy blushed at the warmth that quickly built between her
thighs as she remembered that 1st night, after the orgiastic flight back
from Las Vegas. she'd never felt so feminine; had never enjoyed such
pleasure as she'd known being with Melissa. She longed for more, &
thought her friend felt the same, but the whole of their time 'together'
had been co-opted by Tom & his endless 'services.' 

A noise drew her from her reverie. She looked up to see a man in scrubs
eyeing her from the door between the sliding window & the empty desk. He
looked vaguely familiar, dark black skin, though that was the usual for
the men she'd 'met' in the last 3 months. She wondered briefly if she'd
'known' him, but couldn't imagine that would be, until she remembered it
was a place Tom had sent her. suddenly she was almost sure she'd been
with this man before. He smiled at her, asking her to 'join him,' &
Kathy moved to obey, a nervous flutter touching her stomach as she
wondered just what the man had in store for her. 

"You look nervous." The man's voice was vaguely familiar, as well. 

"I am. I assume you know why I'm here?" He nodded, waving a hand
dismissively. 

"Just a couple tests. they'll be done in no time," he helped her to sit
in a padded exam chair, setting her arm on the fold-down rest &
gathering some equipment from the counter along the wall. He deftly
applied the tourniquet, snapping the vein that popped up on her arm, &
swabbing it with alcohol. He stabbed a small needle into the vein,
released the tourniquet, then taped the length of tubing to her arm, the
little plastic tabs at the needle's sides holding the needle in place.
He collected blood in a syringe, dividing it into 3 tubes, then set a
plastic end on the line, taping it in place once again. "You'll need to
collect some urine," he said, handing her a cup & pointing to an open
bathroom stall, "Sorry about the door, but for work exams we have to
witness it, you understand." She nodded absently, still trying to
remember where she'd heard him before. She was almost sure this man had
been between her legs, & the thought that she couldn't remember was both
exciting & scary. 

Midway through her filling the cup, she remembered-the film Tom had made
of them. That's where she'd heard the voice, just before she'd felt him
slipping into her. almost as big as Tom. & good enough she'd gotten off
twice before he'd stopped, filling the condom. She wondered if she
should mention knowing him, a naughty voice somewhere in her head
suggesting he could 'have' her fully, then give her the pill for which
she'd come. She resisted giving into that impulse, aware that at the
least it could lead to a punishment from Tom. She carried the urine
container out of the open bathroom, & the tall, well-muscled tech
turned, expertly dipping a tiny strip of paper into the cup. He repeated
the process twice more, with different strips, then shook his head. 

"I'm sorry, if you want to wait, I'll check the blood value. we don't
know if you need the pill yet." Kathy nodded, her stomach knotted with
anxiety. "You look nervous," the man said, sitting down beside her after
he'd set the vials of blood into a tiny window in the wall, closed the
door, & flipped a switch, "They'll have an answer in about 8 minutes. Do
you want something to help you relax while we wait?" Kathy bit her lip,
wondering what the man meant. Then she remembered he'd left the IV in, &
guessed he meant some Valium. She nodded, & he smiled briefly, turning
to a smaller cabinet, recessed under the counter. He snapped the pale
green top off of a small clear plastic bottle, stabbing a fresh needle
into the tiny vial after swabbing the top with alcohol. He inverted the
bottle, the contents jetting into the syringe. He then swabbed a second
vial, with a bit of white powder inside. The liquid was squirted into
the vial, the vial swirled with a practiced flick of the wrist, & then
the mix-powder dissolved into the fluid-was drawn back into the syringe.
"Any allergies?" the man asked, & at Kathy's nod, he swabbed the stopper
at the end of the IV, impaling the rubber surface with the needle, &
slowing depressing the syringe's plunger. When it was 1/2 in, he paused,
taking a moment to draw a 2nd syringe of the liquid from a green-capped
bottle. He returned, looking down at Kathy, who was barely conscious. 

"There, isn't that better?" he crooned, & smiled as Kathy nodded, the
tip of her tongue lolling at the side of her mouth. Her eyes were 1/2
closed, pupils constricted, her breathing shallow & a bit faster than it
had been. "Yeah, that'll take care of anything, baby," Michael crooned,
smiling to himself. The woman had to be a drug virgin. he guessed she
seldom drank enough to get seriously hammered. Of course, having learned
Tom's method of recruiting women, he understood this was the sort who'd
be most easily caught by the combination drug cocktail Tom was
employing. Michael had his own available supply of drugs, as insulated
from his true identity as whoever Tom really was protected himself.
Pharmaceutical grade morphine was worth more than it's weight in gold on
the street, but it was too risky selling to strangers. Instead, Michael
had figured the combination of a bit of drug dependence & the
compromising images the 'induction drug' Tom had provided him would
assure his bitches remained faithful. He remembered the cutie he'd just
dosed-she'd been a great lay the day they'd made a 'White Housewife
Whores' video. He closed the door to the exam room where she lay,
blissfully unaware of anything going on around her. Padding into the
reception area, he invited the secretary to take an early lunch, adding
that he'd stay as a patient had 'had a Vagal reaction.' The matronly
woman nodded her thanks & left, eager in part for her nicotine fix, Mike
was sure. He closed the door behind her, waving, & after she'd settled
behind the seat of her car, he threw the deadbolt on the door. He
wondered how Tom had gotten by so well without resorting to more
definite means of control. After all, what housewife would be able to
find a different connection once she was hooked? & what hubby would know
that his wife was a junkie? Of course, getting them to kick if you were
shopping a whore out, as he'd gathered Tom not infrequently did, could
be a problem, but this 1 was too old to figure some high roller would
want her. the blonde she'd been with, though. she might still have a
shot at becoming a harem girl. He decided then & there he'd reserve the
drugs for the women who wouldn't make it to the auction block, but would
do well in the numerous whorehouses dotting the country. It was a
booming business, what with the Government shutting off the flow of
Latin American & Eastern European pussy. A little attention to
detail-keeping her dependent without increasing the dose enough to be a
concern or a drain on his supply-& 'his new girl' (he already thought of
them that way) would be willing to do whatever he wanted. 

He knew Tom was opposed to using the drugs so casually; the man was sure
it would backfire & get the carefully constructed ring torn down. But
Mike had gotten a tacit 'OK' to try it on 1 of the women, & when the
opportunity had presented itself, it'd been too good to pass up. He
wondered if Tom had guessed this would be their guinea pig, & decided it
probably didn't matter. The man liked pussy, that was true enough, but
he didn't get attached. That was an important lesson, too, Michael told
himself as he finished closing the blinds & stepped into the back room. 

The woman hadn't changed position. He took a moment, eyeing her,
remembering how she'd looked, spread eagle & stark naked on the rubber
mats before. She was prettier than he'd guessed, & he suddenly realized
she'd probably go on Tom's 'auction block' as well. He was anxious for a
moment, then decided it would be proof that he could control any girl
with a little pharmacological help. He locked the door to the exam
room-no sense being careless-& reached beneath the brunette's skirt,
calmly easing the lace panties off. He smiled as the woman groaned at
his touch, lifting her hips to aid his effort. He left her heels on,
untucking the blouse & reaching underneath to lift her bra over her firm
globes. He eyed the nipples, already rising in the cool room air, then
moved back, spreading her legs & pausing to collect some sterile
lubricant on his fingers, he dipped 2 between her pouting labia. They
slipped inside of her effortlessly, & within 4 strokes, the woman was
moaning softly, her body undulating, welcoming the intimate touch. He'd
waited in hopes the dose would be wearing off, & her eyes flickered a
bit wider, as if she was trying to decide what was real & what was a
dream. He checked the clipboard he'd grabbed at the front desk, which
showed the values from the automated lab's evaluation of her blood &
urine. She'd caught, so the pill would be necessary. He calmly dispensed
one from a bottle in his lab coat, holding it with the fingers now wet
with her flowing juices. Bringing it to her lips, he told her to swallow
it, then set about building her up again, fingering her already open &
wanting slit, & pinching her pert nipples. 

Kathy felt the need racing through her body, seemingly out of nowhere.
She vaguely remembered asking for the Valium, & watching him prepare it,
& then. it was as if she'd simply floated away. She looked about, almost
giggling when it seemed to her she was watching a big black man getting
ready to have his way with a white woman. Belatedly, she realized she
was looking at herself; that was what she was feeling. The knowledge
only made the sensation grow, the building pleasure & its accompanying
ache for release the only things she felt. There was no thought of her
predicament, or Fred. nothing but her approaching orgasm, which seemed
to buzz in every cell. She wanted to beg him to fuck her. didn't care
about a condom or not, didn't care if Tom would be mad & make her trick
forever. she had to have this man inside of her. Now. 

Then he was pulling her to the edge of the exam chair, & turning her,
placing his thick, naked thighs between hers, his manhood jutting at
her, heavy with potency. She whimpered as he slipped into her
effortlessly, wishing she could make her legs move, wanting to lock him
inside of her thighs, inside of her. He was her entire world for that
moment, & as he thrust easily in & out, she came like never before, but
all without making a sound. Barely moving as he fucked into her harder &
faster, feeding her need, overcoming any resistance that might have
remained to her being his willing whore. 

"Oh yeah, that's my whore. That's my little whore!" Michael chanted as
he fucked in & out of the brunette's clenching pussy. She'd managed a
few moans & groans, & he could tell from the muscles undulating over her
flat stomach that she'd cum & again & again. He'd given her the rest of
the dose as he began to fuck her, wanting her to associate the high of
the drug with the touch of his cock deep inside of her. He'd read enough
about conditioning to know that the lowered inhibitions brought on by
the drug, & the physical pleasure he was providing her, would be
reinforced; that was his theory. that tying sex to the drug hit would
bind a woman to her pimp, or any other man he chose to use in a similar
setting. Of course, having the drug as incentive would help, but if he
could get them hooked on the sex rather than the drug. Michael smiled,
working in & out of her in long, steady strokes. She really was an
amazing piece of ass, & he was glad she'd come up clean on the quick
tests, so he could take her without concern for his own safety. He
smiled, wondering how she'd feel when she came to in a few minutes. He
needed to cum by then, but had managed to hold off through most of her
high, keeping his focus on keeping her cumming. Suppressing the urge to
shout, he tensed, letting fly as he felt her tremors easing, & saw more
purposeful movement in her limbs. He finished quickly, wiping his still
drooling glans on her pubes, then flipping her skirt down, lowering the
bra over her still hard nipples, & smoothing her blouse, as if she'd
loosed it to provide the urine sample. Her panties stayed in his pocket.
he wanted her to dwell on what she'd done-what she'd felt-while she was
at work that afternoon. 

He left, turning the lights out & busying himself with other less
pressing tests that had been provided by a variety of businesses around
the town. Like Tom, his 'side business' as it had suddenly become with
his introduction to Tom's enterprise, had been turning a sizeable profit
each year. The gig he'd agreed to pursue for Tom was simply a chance to
try something daring & risky & profitable in a more carnal sense. That
thought reminded him of Marcie, the red head he was working on
recruiting, along with her friend, a mousy blonde named Karen. The 1st
part had gone just as Tom had predicted, & he'd already enjoyed a
feverish evening with both women (a pleasant surprise to find the blonde
was a fireball once she got going) & been amazed at the detached way
both women had let a total stranger forever alter their bodies. Though
Tom had cautioned him to be careful, he'd shadowed both women, curious
as to how they'd react to the blank spot in their lives. They'd been
slow to pick up on the clues. something Tom had insisted wasn't bad,
since it invariably meant women who wouldn't puzzle too much over the
larger picture as they worked themselves deeper & deeper into the
quagmire of sex for money. Tom had explained how he 'trained' his women,
& had provided the tattoo studio & a willing cock for that purpose, as
well as some friends he was willing to share, though the connections
that allowed in flight orgies to Las Vegas hadn't followed along. 

That was fine, Michael preferred to stay local, & had arranged for a
farmhouse. a barn really. to serve as his women's training facility. It
had already proven perfect its 1st two uses, ensnaring a mother daughter
combination, & 2 sultry co-eds from a local junior college. Tom had been
along for the 1st run, & had shadowed him on the 2nd, providing 1 of the
many cocks Michael 'introduced' the women too each time. His 'Mondays' &
'Wednesdays' as Tom called them, referring to the night of the week he'd
continue to 'work' them, were running almost as smoothly as Tom's last
pair, which included the brunette he'd just thoroughly enjoyed. Tom had
made it plain the women had to come away from their 1st 'introduction to
prostitution' as he termed it liking the pimp's equipment, & what he
could do for them. That had been no problem for Michael, who'd found he
enjoyed using his staying power to get his women off again & again. &
whether they'd admit it to themselves or not, Tom was right, the women
wanted more. It was part of what kept them in line, he was sure, &
wanted to reinforce it with the small doses of morphine like he'd just
used on Kathy. The question was how she'd react as she came down from
her high. 

It was almost 1 when Kathy staggered out, still reeling visibly, eyes
wide in recognition of what had happened. She searched for the
receptionist after her eyes found Michael, wandering without hesitation
to his crotch. He suppressed a smile as she tried to compose herself &
approach him like he was a stranger on the street. 

"H-how'd it turn out?" she managed, blushing as he considered before
answering. 

"You tests? You'd caught-you were pregnant-but I gave you the pill to
take care of it. No diseases," he paused, "& I must say, you're tight
little cunt is even more agreeable than it was the 1st time I had you."
Her blush deepened, but she managed a quiet, 'Thanks,' looking up to him
as if afraid of his disapproval. 

"If you ever want to. you know. just call me." She fumbled in her
handbag for a card, but Michael held a hand out. 

"It's OK. I have your numbers. I'm going to be taking over for Tom." She
paused, as if unsure how to react to that, but a smile spread across her
face after a moment, & she relaxed, murmuring happily. He kept his gaze
from the rising points of her nipples as her body responded to that
knowledge, & he abruptly reminded her she should get back to work. She
bobbed her head, eyes dropping to the floor as she hurried past him, out
to her car. She was still swaying, but the after effects of the drug
kept the bright sunlight from slowing her down. A moment later she was
gone, & Michael was certain his theory was right; he'd soon have a more
devoted, willing stable than Tom had ever managed. He stepped back to
the phone, betting his partner would soon be adding a trick to his
repertoire. 

Safely in her car, Kathy tried to understand what had just happened.
She'd realized it wasn't a dream as she came to in the heated exam room,
& felt the man's semen seeping from her naked cunt. Her panties were
gone, & she'd felt a lingering worry about possible pregnancy until
she'd gone out, & that incredible man had told her she'd been pregnant,
but he'd already given her the pill she needed. It had taken all her
will power not to beg him to fuck her again then & there. She remembered
the pleasure he'd given her, a more thorough & complete release than
she'd ever experienced, & she'd quickly admitted to herself after they'd
1st 'known' Tom that he was at least so skilled with his enormous cock
that she'd known she'd want more of him. This man. it was something more
powerful, a physical need. Still shuddering with lingering pleasure, she
weaved her way back to work, not caring that she was pantiless, with
crusting semen on her inner thighs, & wondered how she'd go about
telling Melissa all of the news. 

When she got back to work, the message light on her phone was blinking.
She listened, careful to use the handset & not the speakerphone. As
expected, Tom provided her with the next day's 'work schedule.' She &
Mel were to be at the apartment no later than 7AM. Deleting the message,
Kathy tried to concentrate on work, embarrassed when her hand kept
dropping between her legs as she sat at her desk, unconsciously frigging
herself to the invasive memories of her lunchtime activities. She kept
telling herself to stop, but found it nearly impossible to keep from
masturbating, even knowing someone could walk in at any moment & catch
her at it. She wondered what exactly had happened at the clinic, but
could think of nothing out of the ordinary, & grudgingly considered
whether her new role as Tom's slut for sale was turning her into a
raving nymphomaniac, or whether it mattered to her, any longer. 

Part XI 

Kathy drove, since her older car was less likely to disappear if parked
all day downtown. Both husbands had seemed mollified by the women's
agreed to excuse of visiting a museum showing. Both women had skipped
out of work early to get to the museum the day before, collecting
brochures & some sketchy impressions of bad 'modern art' should Fred or
Jeff ask any questions. They left Melissa's drive at 6AM, stopping for
coffee & danishes at a nearby Panera. Melissa listened quietly to
Kathy's description of her lab 'visit' the day before, & the news about
a new 'pimp' as Melissa insisted on referring to Tom. They tried to
guess what could be so important that they were both needed so early in
the morning, & agreed that it was at least good that Tom seemed ready to
let them quickly make up their 'debt.' That led to a more grim
discussion as to whether he'd keep his word or string them along, but
both women agreed they had no choice any longer but to hope he was a man
of honor if not a man of morals. Resigned to another period on their
backs, the women parked near the apartment, anxious to be inside before
7, to avoid any more time working for Tom. Kathy couldn't bring herself
to tell Melissa she was already considering that time, a part of her
mourning the loss of so much good sex, & considering asking to go on
working for the man who'd slipped so insidiously into their lives. 

Inside the small apartment, he found 5 other girls already waiting, 2 of
them unfamiliar to both Melissa & Kathy. All sported the ubiquitous
tattoos & piercings, though, a sure sign all were part of a strange,
hidden sisterhood. The women eyed one another nervously, none wanting to
ask what everyone wondered. quite simply, each knew the trouble
curiosity could earn Tom's 'pussycats.' Unknown to everyone, Tom had his
eye on a video monitor which cycled through the various tiny cameras
installed throughout the apartment. The women were unsettled, but he
smiled, seeing none of those assembled was talking, even pairs such as
Melissa & Kathy, who'd arrived together & knew each other well. He ran
through the mental checklist, satisfied all were present, before he
climbed the steps from the studio apartment below the women's to the
door of his 'harem.' He held a series of straws, each with a name
stenciled along the hidden portion of the shaft. It left things
seemingly random, but he controlled who chose what straw like a good
monte grifter or card shark. As soon as he'd entered the room, women
familiar with the routine moved forward to choose their 'meeting' for
the day. Most of the women would simply trick for him in a nearby hotel
where another convention was meeting. But for some he had special plans.

While it was not his usual approach, Tom had developed a sure enough
routine for 'encouraging' women to sell themselves that he'd gotten the
occasional request to seduce a specific woman, rather than taking his
pick from those circulating in the bars & pubs & dance clubs. It meant
more risk, but Tom was never careless, & the hunt was often worth it,
especially when he could 'turn' a housewife into his whore, all while
being paid by a 3rd party. He'd been surprised the 1st few times he'd
gotten such requests-the fellow paying the bills so to speak seldom
wanted a piece of the action. He had gradually understood that while
some were simply voyeurs, most had an ulterior motive, wanting to ruin a
marriage or unbalance a boss or co-worker or competitor. He'd found such
arrangements invariably meant his new whore found herself out on the
street, but it seldom mattered. they had no other place to go, & free of
the guilt they felt from cheating, most stayed on, providing him with an
endless supply of flesh to peddle. 

He'd gotten such a request shortly before he'd begun to stock the pair
who he'd decided would be his last conquest in KC. It was the usual
situation: neither woman knew the interested party, a man who wanted his
competitor disheartened or discredited. As always, Tom had explained
that 'seducing' the man's wife might be impossible, or at best would
take time. That gave him time to be sure he'd recruited the woman to go
on working when the guy wanting a totally innocent woman turned into a
whore decided to break the news to her hubby. Of course, getting the
woman in too deep to save herself meant hiding the fact that her husband
would find out-he'd never seen a man go to such trouble without gloating
about it-until it was too late for she or her hubby. Confident he'd
fully ensnared Melissa & Kathy, he was ready to let the man who'd paid
for the women to be turned into whores enjoy what his money had created.
In the end, the brunette's husband had slept with the wrong woman; her
husband, a dean in history at the largest Junior College, had caught his
wife in bed with Kathy's husband, but had slipped out unnoticed, to plan
his revenge. Tom had calmly suggested the man turn his wife out-make her
a whore, since she was so obviously willing to cheat on him-but the man
demurred, as if it was just Kathy's husband responsible fore his being a
cuckold. Tom had offered to diddle Kathy for free after he'd done a
preliminary reconnaissance-the woman was attractive & fit & he was
confident he'd enjoy taking her. But the man wanted more; wanted his
rival's wife turned into a whore, taking cock after cock without
hesitation or pause. As he'd put up money for the room in Las Vegas, &
paid for the camera equipment at the video shoot, he already had copies
of a number of men enjoying Kathy's many charms. But as was sometimes
the case, seeing that had piqued his curiosity. he wanted to know if his
wife was enough better than Kathy to warrant his colleagues sleeping
around, or if the man was simply a fool. Tom had wisely refrained from
pointing out the man was making the same error of which he accused
Kathy's husband, aware that the man would see things only as he wanted,
& not as they were. 

Of course, the man had also wanted Kathy's friend along; nothing like
cuckolding a total stranger to get back at a cheating wife, Tom
supposed. So as the other girls selected sticks sending them to 1 of 3
rooms he'd taken in 2 adjacent hotels, he held aside the sticks meant
for Kathy & Melissa. He noticed the female condom packet in the blonde's
hand when she stepped up, hiding his smile at the sign she was becoming
more willing to do what he needed of his whores. she'd soon be ready to
solo. Having heard about Michael's successful 'treatment' of Kathy the
day before, he was sure the brunette was more than ready to trick
without an escort. But for that day, they'd 1st be the entertainment for
Mr. Hiram Schultz, Kathy's husband's office mate. The man had wanted to
include his friend, a 'renown scholar' he'd claimed, who was visiting
the next week, but Tom had been firm; if Hiram wanted to sample his
colleague's wife for the money he'd already spent, it was this day only.
After the man was through abusing the women, as Tom was sure he would,
Kathy & Melissa would trick for him like the other girls, taking 4 or 6
men into the same bed, 1 after another, working to get the men off as
quickly as possible, then getting ready for more. It was still
'convention season,' & Tom earned a spectacular income working his girls
for a few hours each morning & evening on the weekends, not to mention
the more intimate meetings he could provide during the week. Taking the
ever-present stream of eager men, his girls might take 2 dozen cocks in
a weekend, but such 'Home Stands,' as he termed them didn't bother most
of the girls. there was no chance for a 'John' to get out of hand. A
girl putting out at every convention she could might 'pay her debt' in a
single summer, or so he pointed out to the many girls working feverishly
(at least, at 1st) to get free of him. Melissa & Kathy smiled in delight
on realizing they'd be 'working' together. Tom wondered if Kathy would
recognize the man she was about to fuck; considered whether she'd
realize what had happened. Not that it mattered. he was more interested
in seeing how effective Mike's 'morphine therapy' had been; after the
women had done their turn pulling the convention train, he was going to
use the same camcorders set up to record his client's sullying Fred
Dwyer's wife to see if the same woman would lose it when her 'new black
stud' reappeared. 

Melissa tried to hide her arousal at the knowledge she was sitting
beside Tom on the drive to the hotel, but at the casual touch of his
hand on her thigh- high up, fingers curling possessively inside, like
her husband's once had-she felt the unmistakable throbbing need between
her legs, echoed in her nipples. Biting her lip, she scolded herself for
doing exactly what she'd sworn she wouldn't-thinking of Jeff when she
was working. especially when the thoughts weren't charitable. She tried
to tell herself the reaction was just her way of dealing with the
situation, but that excuse was sounding increasingly hollow. It scared
her, how excited she got-wherever she was-at the thought of feeling
Tom's cock inside of her. It'd been like that since they'd returned from
Vegas, but she'd been unwilling to admit it to herself, much less Kathy,
who was dealing with their situation so much better; or had been, up
until the past week. 

She looked over at her friend, who seemed. lost in thought. Melissa
resolved to do the same, glad that she'd allowed herself the glass of
Crown before dashing out to meet Kathy; the warm buzz was still there, &
she let her focus shift to that numbness, sure that she'd be glad she
was numb for some of the coming day's 'work.' They pulled into the
worker's lot of the high rise building, the concrete walls abruptly
shifting from a tangle of competing graffiti to plain slate gray where
the 15 foot, concertina topped fence prevented further encroachment of
the inner city 'art form.' The road sloped gently; employee parking was
underground, & a moment later, Tom's Caddy was parked securely in a
shadowed corner of the cramped space. The girls spilled out of the
truck, queuing up & obediently following him to the large freight
elevator. It rose at slightly greater than walking pace, ascending to
the tenth floor before Tom stopped it, handing a key to 1 of the
veterans & repeating the room number. The woman, a slight Asian, nodded
& left with 3 of the others, trying not to look hurried. Mel felt for
the women; it was always embarrassing sauntering through a hotel decked
out like the barely presentable harlots Tom's clothes left them looking.
It didn't matter the people in these hotels were used to prostitutes, &
wouldn't know the women from Eve. none of them liked being reminded
exactly what they were, even if only for a time, & not by choice. 

The elevator stopped again on 14-the hotel lacked the 'unlucky' 13th
floor-& Tom released the 2nd group of 4, a blonde with a pinched
expression taking the key & smacking her gum in response to Tom's
recitation of the room number. A moment later, the elevator shuddered to
a stop again. The 17th floor. Not high by modern standards, but Melissa
had never stayed above the 4th floor of a hotel, & despite the purpose
of this visit, she'd looked forward to the view from the bedroom window.
She was glad they'd gone the highest, whatever lay ahead. To her
surprise, sent 5 girls to a room on the east side of the floor, keeping
Kathy & Melissa with him. She looked at Kathy anxiously, mildly
perturbed that her friend seemed no more centered on the present than
she had in the car. She glanced at Tom awaiting an explanation, hoping
she didn't look as scared as she felt. She nervously felt for the female
condom she'd bought at the drugstore the night before on her way home
from work; she'd agonized over its hiding place, choosing the canvas bag
that she used to transport her papers & notes & things-none of her
family ever looked into that-& wondered if Tom wanted them to himself,
in which case she could save the expensive prophylactic for later. She
grew flustered, acutely aware she'd just considered it a good thing to
be having sex with the man forcing her to be a whore. She glanced at
Kathy, who seemed no more attached to reality than she'd been in since
she'd picked Melissa up. 

Any further thought was interrupted by Tom's abrupt nudge, forcing her
into the hall from where she'd been rooted to the floor of the elevator.

"C'mon, girl," he chided, "You ain't workin' a thing off standing in the
doorway like that." She walked in the direction he'd pushed her until
his hand caught the back of her bra strap through the thin material of
her dress. The fabric shifted, & she felt her nipples respond, wishing
she could understand what was happening to her. Tom opened the door into
a plain hotel room with the usual pair of worn double beds. The darkly
patterned curtains were closed, leaving the room almost black. Melissa
stepped into the room with less caution than she'd known the last time
she'd been on vacation with her family-hotels held no more horror she
could imagine; she was living through the worst things that really
happened in such places outside of the movies-intent on enjoying the
view, at least. As she moved from the narrow hall with the door to the
bathroom to her left & into the main room, there was movement in the
corner by the nearest bed. Melissa opened her mouth to scream, but a
rough hand closed around her head from behind. Tom cursed as he
physically carried Melissa the remainder of the way into the room,
forcing her to sit on the far side of the bed. She realized he'd dragged
Kathy in after, letting the door swing closed. "I told you to stay
downstairs & wait," Tom said, his voice muffled strangely, until Melissa
realized he was mad-speaking through clenched teeth. A plaintive,
nasally voice answered. 

"People were looking at me. I didn't feel safe." Tom responded with a
snort, but didn't argue. Melissa wondered about the stranger, but knew
better than to ask. At least she could hear them; maybe that would prove
useful. 

"You got the money, man?" 

"Yes, it's all here if you want to count it." Another snort; Melissa
didn't think Tom had done business with this man before. "Is this. I
mean can I?" 

"Hold your horses, Casanova," Tom said, "I usually go through the ground
rules before you meet the ladies, but I guess seeing as how this is
different. You done this sort of thing before?" 

"Never!" the man sounded scandalized, "You know why I'm doing this. I
just." 

"Save it," Tom caught both women's outer shoulders as they sat side by
side, his attention shifting for a moment, "You sit right here," he
warned, then let go & moved back around between the beds. "You sure it's
safe to turn the light on." 

"Yeah, I told you, no prior meeting. That was your first rule." 

"Yeah, but sometimes people who don't know me don't understand how
absolute my rules are. If you lied to me & this fucks my arrangement up,
or if you do something down the line that fucks it up-anything at all, a
word, or even a look-I lose a lot more than you paid me for this. & I'll
take the difference out a your hide. That clear?" The man offered a
tremulous assent. "Good. Now the rest of the rules persist. You want a
naked dip in my girl, that's fine-you deserve it, what I hear. But don't
be spreadin' it-you don't go around the world bare, you hear me man-&
only in his girl. The other is a bonus-a gift to you from me-but with a
raincoat only. & remember, all this is just for an hour & a half.
Whatever you can do in that time, you're free to do. After that, you pay
like the rest of the boys; I got to make a living, here." There was a
pause. 

"I don't know what you meant by 'around the world'," the man murmured.
Tom laughed as he turned on the low wattage bulb between the beds.
Melissa resisted the temptation to turn toward the light. Tom stepped
back, & she expected him to answer. Instead, she heard him call her by
name, telling her to explain. She bit her lip, embarrassed but unwilling
to refuse & be punished. 

"It means. it's when you have oral & anal sex as well as. the other."
Tom laughed at that. 

"Oh yeah, & the slut likes it, don't you, bitch?" Melissa bit her lip
harder, nodding her head obediently, aware that Kathy had as well-the
1st time she'd moved since Tom had let go of them. 

"Amazing" the man behind them breathed, making Melissa's skin prickle.
There was a slight accent to the man's speech, an almost feminine lilt. 

"Yeah, they're pretty fine," Tom agreed, "& they're all yours for the
next." he checked his watch, "88 minutes." Standing, he padded to the
door, then paused & turned, "& you're right. I wouldn't hang around
downstairs when I'm done if I was you. You do sort of stick out around
here." Only after the door had closed, did Melissa chance a look around.
The man sitting on the bed nearest the wall to the bathroom hardly
looked like a man who'd pay for a hooker, though in the next moment, she
admitted she hardly knew what all men would seek out a hooker for their
pleasure. 

For one thing, he wasn't black or Hispanic. He also didn't seem to exude
the machismo that she had come to consider automatic in the men taking
her for their pleasure. It was no wonder he'd felt uncomfortable
downstairs, she mused, remembering the way she'd felt the 1st few times
she'd been brought through the lobby. He was short & more than slightly
balding, the hair that ringed his pale head a greasy brown that looked
as if he cut it himself. He wore a tweed jacket, even in the relatively
warm room, with green trousers that reminded her of the 'Sans-a-belt'
slacks her father had worn. He was older, by as much as 2 decades,
though it was hard too tell, with a weak chin besieged by a 2nd flabby
chin that hid part of his collar, & jowls that gave him a bull dog
expression. He wore impossibly thick glasses, which magnified his dark
eyes strangely in the dim light. Melissa felt her skin crawl at the
thought that this man would soon be between her legs. His attention,
though, seemed focused on Kathy exclusively. The man licked his lips
nervously, & set down the book he'd been reading-a thick hardcover,
Melissa noted vaguely-& after another pause, nodded to himself as if
he'd just made a decision. 

He stood, less bulky than some of the men Melissa had 'entertained,' but
somehow flabbier. He removed the jacket, setting in on the bed he'd just
occupied as he moved around to stand in the space between the beds,
opposite where the women sat. Without taking his eyes off of Kathy, he
clumsily worked at the buttons of his shirt, followed by his trousers,
which were 'Sans-a-belt,' until he stood there wearing only a pair of
pale blue boxers & black socks. He hesitated, as if uncertain what to
do, then almost reluctantly pushed the boxers down. His paunch hung low
enough it was hard to see his equipment, & for an awful moment, Melissa
wondered if he had a cock. He shifted & the head peeked out, looking
like a pink turtle-a small pink turtle. 

Moving around the bed, the man paused, seeming to teeter backwards, then
abruptly began to wank as he loomed before Kathy. "You've been made a
Jezebel," he murmured, "You're paying for his sins, but it's necessary."
Melissa wondered how the man could know so much about Tom, when he was
obviously a total outsider. The ranting continued, touching on original
sin, the sin's of the husband & father, & of purification through
sacrifice, & of 'an eye for an eye.' The man's cock had changed little
in that time, but he suddenly let go, & blinked, looking down at Kathy,
who seemed barely aware he was before her. "My name is Schultz," he
said, "I'm ready now. Suck it, harlot. Suck my cock!" He grunted,
thrusting his hips toward Kathy's face. The brunette's mouth parted,
accepting the tip of the man's cock. She bobbed her head slightly,
pressing her face into the man's paunch, hands rising to clasp his thick
buttocks. Melissa was at once revolted & relieved that the man seemed
fixated on her friend & not her. They had not dealt before with such a
strange man. He looked down, seeming as detached as Kathy was from what
was happening, but only for a moment. At that point, his head dropped
back, hands rising to Kathy's head as a groan escaped his throat. He
gasped as Kathy pushed deeper, sucking at him hard, & Melissa knew her
friend was sure her 'John' was ready to cum. She wondered for a moment
that Kathy hadn't made the man don a condom, but remembered the more
experienced girl's warning, Kathy's recent history, & Tom's enigmatic
comments before he'd left, & said nothing. The man seemed to stiffen,
gut & buttocks jiggling as he came a moment later. Kathy held herself
against his crotch until he'd finished, then backed up, pausing with the
tip of the man's cock between her lips as she swallowed the last of his
load & caught her breath. She dutifully cleaned the man's shaft, then,
bobbing her head more quickly than before. She released him a moment
later, lying back on the bed, still clothed, cut in the pose Melissa
recognized herself assuming in the moments before she expected a man to
violate her most intimate treasure. 

The man stood panting between Kathy's spread knees, eyes on the ceiling.
A hand dipped between his legs, cradling, then wanking his spent cock.
"That was. I don't understand," he said to himself, "So much better than
Julia." Melissa abruptly realized there was a ring on the man's left 4th
finger-he was married. "How can that be?" The man seemed to be beside
himself-seemed to have forgotten them again. He blinked & glanced down
at Kathy, then. "That's what you do for your husband?" Melissa heard her
own gasp of surprise-while Tom 'advertised' that they were married, none
of her 'Johns' had ever asked her about it like that, favoring instead
making her compare white to black cocks. Kathy nodded silently. "I don't
understand," the man almost wailed. He stepped back, shaking his head,
then glared at Kathy & said, "Strip. I want to see you naked." He stood
before them, tapping a foot impatiently as Kathy stood & quickly slipped
out of the revealing dress Tom had selected for the day. The lace bra &
panties followed, leaving only the heels, before she returned to the
reclining position in which she'd begun. 

The man stepped to 1 side-away from Melissa-then back, his eyes roaming
over the brunette's naked skin. Grumbling, he stepped back & opened the
curtains, letting the sunlight bathe both women, though his gaze
remained fixed on Kathy. He stepped close, bending over the brunette,
reaching down to touch the tattoo beside her pubes. 

"This?" 

"A gift from my master," Kathy's voice was quiet. 

"Your master." the man paused, then nodded his understanding, "From
Tom?" Kathy nodded. 

"What does your husband say about it?" he leaned back, arms folding
across his chest as if he was a teacher awaiting the answer to a test
question. 

"He... he was surprised," Kathy answered, blinking quickly as she spoke,
almost as if she'd just awakened. The man considered what she'd said. 

"He wasn't suspicious?" the man seemed disappointed. "& these?" he
reached up to flick at the ring piercing Kathy's nipple, then down to
the stud thrust through her clitoral hood. 

"More... gifts," Kathy managed, blinking to keep from crying. 

"& he doesn't suspect you're." Kathy nodded as the man shook his head,
"The nights you're out late; the weekends you're out all day; the little
sexual tricks you've 'learned' that slip into your lovemaking at home?"
Kathy shook her head again, reaching up to wipe at a tear. "Of course,
you can't tell him what you're learning, can you? I bet it's hard.
knowing things you didn't-places you want him to touch you, ways you
want him to fuck you-that you can't tell him. Can you even get off with
him, anymore?" Kathy nodded mutely, tears streaming freely down her
face. "You can't tell him you enjoy being a whore, can you?" Kathy
looked down, shoulders heaving slightly in a silent sob. "What's his
name?" the man smiled broadly, "Tell me your husband's name." 

"Stop it!" Melissa interrupted, "She doesn't have to tell you that. You
want me to call Tom?" The man looked at Melissa for the 1st time, the
same smile on his face he'd directed at her friend a moment before; a
smile that was anything but warm. 

"Would you like to do that?" he tilted his head, "Let's see. I bet you'd
get a few more jobs tacked on for that. shall we see?" Mel bit her lip,
swallowing a retort she was sure would get them in trouble. The man's
smile broadened, "You're the real victim, here, aren't you. Friends
doomed together." He shook his head, "It's a shame, really, but it had
to happen. Someday maybe you'll understand." He looked back to Kathy,
"But the rule is, 'No last names, no phone numbers, & certainly no
addresses. There's nothing that says I can't know your husband's name.
Now. what is his name." 

"Fred," Kathy's voice trembled as she whispered it. 

"Fred," the man repeated it smugly. "Is he as endowed as I?" Kathy bit
her lip but shook her head; Melissa guessed that was a lie, given what
she knew about Kathy & Fred, though all things considered, anything was
possible. "Ah, then you're sure to enjoy this." The man's smiled became
a leer as he stepped forward, leaning over Kathy's vulnerable body. His
glans brushed through the tightly trimmed thatch of pubic hair, toward
her navel, & grunting with effort, the man supported his weight on 1
hand, using the other to push the head of his renewed cock down into
Kathy's sex. Her eyes flickered closed as the man thrust slightly
getting his erection seated in her sex. He settled again onto both
hands, his fat belly falling to the mattress on either side of Kathy's
trim waist. 

He struggled to hold himself up enough to bend his head & nip at her
pierced nipple, making Kathy gasp. The sound seemed to be all he needed;
grunting, the man threw himself forward over Kathy's supine form & began
fucking into her as fast as he could. Kathy's hand scrabbled over the
sheet, & on impulse, Melissa took it, squeezing it with a reassurance
she couldn't offer. She fervently hoped he'd be a quick cummer his 2nd
bout, expecting he would choose to sample 'going round the world,' & so
not abusing her with his fat body & small cock, but the respite would
help her friend. Instead, the man slowed after a feverish minute,
propping himself on shaking arms to gaze down at Kathy's face. 

"Tell me you want it, slut!" he hissed, "Beg for my cock. Tell me how
good it feels." He teased as he spoke, slipping his cock slightly
farther into Kathy's lubricant filled pussy. Kathy's legs remained
draped over the bed, but she licked her lips obediently & gave voice to
his need. 

"Oh don't tease me, baby," she started, "I want more of your big cock.
Give it to me, please. Fuck me! I want to feel you fucking me. It feels
so fucking good I don't ever want you to stop." Chuckling, the man began
to thrust into her again, but more slowly, keeping himself off of her
chest with his arms planted to either side of her. After a moment, he
rolled slightly to his left side, & reached up with his right hand to
frig her clit hood piercing. Kathy's head went back as the pressure
began to build her toward a real orgasm; the man was clumsy, but the
piercing had increased her sensitivity, & made it easier for even a
bumbling fool to find her button. Within 30sec of his new technique,
Kathy was moving beneath him, feeling her need building. He paused a
moment later, returning his hand to the mattress at her side & resuming
a slow, easy fucking motion. Kathy's legs rose, heels digging into his
meaty ass, trying to spur him on, but he ignored her, pumping easily in
& out. As Melissa heard her friend's breathing change, she realized the
man had, too. He stopped, then, pulling almost entirely out, & teasing
his swollen cockhead against Kathy's cunt & clit. Melissa knew what he
was doing, though his flab hid it from view. Kathy whined, trying to
hump up to take him back into her; he'd gone just long enough her need
had become uncomfortable. Glancing down at her lust hazed eyes, the man
leaned back still farther. 

"It looks like you're enjoying yourself," he teased. She nodded, still
trying to hump against him. "You want to cum?" he teased, earning
another nod. He tilted his hip & managed to somehow feed his cock into
her wanting seam once more. Dipped into her fully, then backed out,
smiling more broadly at her increased efforts to hold him inside of her.

"Please!" she gasped, hands closing over his ass, trying to pull him too
her, "Please fuck me." 

"Is it better than at home?" he teased, & Kathy's back arched slightly,
but she was too far gone to remain offended; she needed to cum. She
shook her head, denying it. He pulled back still more, cold air slipping
between their heated bodies, & she whimpered a plea for him to take her.
He ignored it, "You have to tell me. Is it better than at home?" He
shifted, letting the glans move over her clit. 

"Yesss!" she hissed, "Please fuck me. It's better than I get at home.
Please let me cum. Fuck me." The man smiled but shook his head. 

"Not quite yet. I want to hear you say it again. Tell me I'm better than
your husband. Use his name. Tell me & you can get off. I'll fuck you
until we cum. You want that, don't you?" Kathy grimaced but nodded. 

"I want it. Please fuck me, Schultz; you fuck better than Fred. Take me,
please." 

"You'll think of me the next time you're fucking him?" the man asked, &
Kathy nodded. "That's an interesting image." He began to fuck into
Kathy's frothing pussy once again, "You'll have to be careful not to
call my name," he snickered at that. "I bet ol' hubby would freak if he
knew I get you off better than he can." Melissa wasn't sure Kathy was
hearing anything the man was saying. Her mouth was wide open, head
thrown back as she came on the man's pumping cock. To her shame, she
found herself envious of her friend's pleasure; without realizing it,
she'd begun to finger herself. 

"That's it, bitch," the man panted every few seconds, "Take my cock.
Feel ol' Schultz pumping into you. God that's nice, bitch. your cunnie's
just beggin for my sperm. I feel it milking me.. Milking me. Ahhhh!" he
stopped, holding himself inside of her, & Melissa wondered how long the
morning after pill worked, or if her friend would again have to visit
the clinic. He pulled out almost before he'd stopped cumming, & rolled
to lay beside Kathy, forcing Melissa out of the way. They remained like
that for several minutes, the man seeming apologetic once again for the
way he'd treated Kathy. Melissa hovered nearby, afraid of the man's
strange mood swings & the things he seemed to know about them, but too
uncertain to call Tom. As she was considering a trip to the bathroom,
the man looked over at her. 

"Do you like doing this?" he asked. Horrified, Melissa opened her mouth,
but paused, not sure what was safe to answer. "Seriously, is it so bad?"
the man asked. She shrugged. "Then he treats you all right. No drugs or
abuse or anything?" Suddenly afraid of a trap, Melissa shook her head
vigorously. "Good. That's not what I wanted." the man trailed off,
leaving Melissa wondering. As if he was concerned about what she was
thinking, he glanced back at her, his entire attitude again totally
changed. "Get your lazy ass over here," he demanded, "I want you lips on
my cock & your fingers buried in her cunt." Melissa hurried to obey; the
man was wimpy enough when he was being nice, but had a tendency to get
angry & mean without a reason she could identify. Then there wasn't time
to think. She was too busy trying to keep the repulsive roll of fat off
of her head as she sought out his cock & began to suck on it. She
resisted the urge to look at the alarm clock between the beds, instead
concentrating on her fingers, where she tried in earnest to get Kathy
off. She wished he'd wanted her hand on his cock & her mouth between
Kathy's legs-it'd been too long since they'd had any time to themselves,
considering what they'd learned about themselves & each other. She
shivered in that consideration, & redoubled her efforts, oral & digital.

Her work was rewarded after a few minutes by a stirring in Mr. Schultz's
groin. His cock rose slowly but noticeably, until it was butting against
the back of her throat on each downstroke-nowhere near the biggest she'd
taken, but large enough to get either she or Kathy off. Melissa also had
Kathy gasping & panting, her body jittering under a string of orgasms
Melissa's deft fingers had triggered. When he pushed her away, Melissa
leaned back, wondering what the man would want of her, but he again had
eyes only for her friend. He leered at Kathy, who at the moment was
barely aware of anything but the pleasure Melissa's fingers had caused.
Wanking his nearly hard cock, he moved off of the bed, circling to
Kathy's feet. His gaze never wavered, a fat tongue flicking out at his
lips nervously. Melissa pulled back, partly in fear at the man's
intensity, partly to give her friend time to prepare for whatever the
perv had in mind. The man was clearly disturbed, & she wondered again
why Tom had let him do what he had. She glanced at the clock-nearly
20min before Tom had told the guy to be done. Climbing onto the bed, the
man touched Kathy's hip; he wanted her on her hands & knees. He grunted
something about 'around the world,' then paused, laughing to himself as
he tried to use his right hand to hurry Kathy into the position he
wanted. 

"Does he take you this way?" the man asked, almost panting already, "Do
you give your husband your ass?" Kathy shook her head, eyes closed,
wanting the man to stop making her think about Fred. The guy seemed to
get off on her comparing him favorably to her husband, but for all his
many faults, he'd never been abusive- had never forced himself on her
like this leech. She wondered what a woman had done to him to make him
so angry, & like Melissa, eyed the clock, wishing the minutes would pass
more quickly; better to put out for every man within 4 blocks than to
endure more of this man's spite. She felt his cock touch her; not
between her labia, but against her arse. He held himself there with some
difficulty; he still wasn't fully hard, she guessed. His breathing was
laboured, as if he'd been running, but he kept talking. "Oh. he hasn't
had your ass?" He sounded delighted, & Kathy felt his cockhead swell
against her pucker. "Then I'll be the 1st of sorts, won't I?" Anxious to
have it done, Kathy nodded briefly. 

Still chuckling happily to himself about 'being 1st,' the man pushed
blindly at Kathy's asshole. Before he could become frustrated, she
reached back, guiding the tip into her backdoor, wincing at the
momentary discomfort despite the lube she'd applied in the apartment. He
grunted, pushing at her with all his might, & she felt him slip into her
as far as he could. As far as Fred would, if he'd wanted her ass. She
tossed her head, angry at herself for falling prey to the John's mind
games. She arched her back, making the noises she expected he'd want as
he humped at her ass mindlessly; no finesse at all. She wondered how
she'd come to enjoy his fucking her cunt before, but didn't focus on it,
dropping instead into a groveling position & murmuring mindless
encouragement she hoped would spur him to his completion. Schultz didn't
seem to notice; or he did, but having cum twice, it didn't get him the
last little bit. He seemed to be pumping into her harder & faster,
mindlessly, desperate to violate her fully, but unable to take the last
step. Kathy clenched her teeth, trying to hold out, wondering how long
he'd been going at it; surely Tom would be back soon-she couldn't see
the clock from her position. She felt the bed shift, & just as she
thought she'd have to beg him to stop, Melissa's voice, dripping with
the false sexual hunger John's seemed unable to see through. 

"Maybe you need another honeypot, sugar." The man stopped short, leaning
heavily over Kathy's back. He was panting so hard Kathy wondered if he
might keel over dead. She could feel his sweat dripping onto her naked
back. He seemed dumbstruck at the suggestion. 

"No. I want. I have to." 

"C'mon," Melissa coaxed sexily, "I need it bad, baby. Let me see how
good Schultzie can fuck." Torn between wanting to thank her friend &
hoping to protect the younger woman, Kathy glanced to the side as the
man still thrust into her ass hesitated. She couldn't see the man's
expression, but he was undoubtedly ogling her friend, who lay on her
back knees wide, the fingers of 1 hand busily frigging her glistening
slit while the other tugged at her pert, deep tan nipples. Melissa's
mouth was open wide, tongue flickering over red painted lips, eyes 1/2
closed as if she was already near an orgasm. Kathy's heart went out to
her friend; not so long ago just batting her eyes at a stranger would've
been too embarrassing. She knew Mel wasn't even aroused, much less so
desperate for sex; at least, not with this pig. 

"Hmmm," the man grumbled, "I guess it's to be expected. Make a whore of
any woman & she learns to like it. I'd thought to spare you what I can.
you're not to blame. but if it's what you want. you should be pleasured,
at the least." The man sounded too educated; too much like a teacher.
The thought made her cringe, but she couldn't decide why; could only
suppress her sigh of relief as the man pulled out of her ass & clumsily
moved between her friend's splayed thighs, muttering as if he was their
pimp. As she watched, he lowered his corpulent mass over her petite
friend. Melissa gave a Hollywood moan as the man thrust into her pussy &
began to rut over her, into her. He was grunting & gasping, the arm
supporting his torso over Melissa's bucking body shaking with effort.
Still he managed to talk, his voice a harsh rasp between panting
breaths. "This what you wanted, slut? This what you need, now? You like
it? Is it better than your husband gives you? Have you had her husband,
you cunt? Do you swap men?" Each sentence seemed to foster a nastier,
meaner comment, & he was thrusting at Melissa brutally-no thought to
sexual pleasure for either of them. As Kathy tried to imagine what she
could do to defuse the situation, her friend stiffened visibly beneath
the man, screaming out, "Yes! Oh yes, Mr. Schultz. Fuck me! Make me cum.
Show me what a slut I am. Show me you're better than my husband, baby.
Fuck me harder. I like it!" The man stopped abruptly, blinking as if
he'd just awakened. 

"That's not. This isn't." his head swiveled, looking down to where his
body joined Melissa's, then over at Kathy, "I wasn't going to. This is
just." His lips set in a grim line, & he pushed Melissa away, turning
again toward Kathy, "Your ass. I have to fill your ass; make you mine."
Kathy felt her head shaking, & without thinking about what it would mean
if Tom heard, she answered. 

"I'm not yours. I'll never be yours!" 

"Ha! But after I've had your ass, you won't be His anymore, either!"
Kathy wanted to scream but managed to remain still as the crazed John
swarmed onto her, blindly thrusting his cock between her legs. She felt
it push slightly in & clamped her muscles on him, wanting to hurt him,
wanting him to cum & be done, sure he was close after the way he'd
abused Melissa. She nearly laughed in joy as she felt him stiffen, felt
the heated plume of his cum spray into her arse. Instead, she tensed her
body, groaning & shaking as if she was overcome by the sensation. He
calmed as his climax subsided, & backed off of the bed completely,
barely looking at them. He nodded once to himself, stepped hesitantly
toward Melissa then stopped, shaking his head, & Kathy thought,
muttering, 'My fault. should've known." as he grabbed his clothes & shut
the door to the bathroom. Rolling to her side, Kathy drew her knees up &
sat shaking violently for a long moment, wondering what the past 90min
had been about. It didn't make sense, but she knew there was an answer;
thought it was an important answer, but couldn't figure even what
question it would solve. The bed shifted, & she heard the room's
servi-bar open. She sat up to see Melissa drinking a hand-sized bottle
of Jack Daniels as if it was Kool-Aid. Her friend trembled as she
emptied the tiny bottle, but didn't pause before cracking a similar
sized Southern Comfort, draining it with equal ease. 

"You OK?" Kathy asked quietly. Melissa nodded convulsively. 

"Yeah. I am now. I thought he'd never finish. Are you OK?" Kathy nodded,
watching as her friend grimaced & dipped 2 long painted nails between
her lubed folds, extracting a floppy latex tube. "Guess this is wasted,"
she lamented, dropping it into the tiny wastebasket by the bar before
rummaging for another drink. 

"Watch it there, Tiger," Kathy warned, "You'll be too drunk to do the
bump & grind ol' John needs to feel like a man." Melissa shook her head.
"No, I need it to be able to do the bump & grind without scratching
their eyes out." 

Hearing that, Kathy hurried to her friend, pulling the blonde close &
rocking gently as her friend's body was wracked by sobs. For long
moments they clung like that, each finding solace & something more in
the intimate embrace. There was the desire for more, but each knew there
was no time. 

They'd moved apart by the time the door to the bathroom opened, & a
rumpled, ill-at-ease little man stepped out. He glanced at them as if
he'd never seen them before, gave a strange shrug that might have been
an apology or a question, & after hesitating a moment, he pulled 2 crisp
C-notes from his wallet. "I. I'm sorry if I was. If I hurt or scared
you. When I did this, I didn't consider. I didn't think how it would
affect. I'm sorry. It's my fault, not yours. I want you to have this,"
he waved the money faintly, "Don't tell Tom. He won't know about it;
it's for you." He set the bills on the made bed nearest the bathroom,
then turned & fled the room. The women eyed the money. 

"What do you think?" Melissa whispered, eyes on the door expecting Tom
to saunter in any moment. 

"I... I don't know," Kathy answered, "Do we tell him or not?" 

"If we don't & he knows, we'll do more of this." 

"Yeah. & it's not that much money, is it." 

"Not enough, anyway." Kathy nodded, & the women carefully picked up the
'tip' & set it aside. They shared the tiny lavatory to clean up &
reapply the lubricant that would make the next few hours tolerable
rather than torture. By the time Tom knocked & entered the room, Melissa
had emptied 2 additional bottles from the bar, hiding the scent behind
an impossibly strong mint gum that came in a tin like Altoid's. Tom eyed
the women & smiled, stroking his cock suggestively, "You ladies must've
done him right. he didn't even stop to say thanks or to sign the room
over to me." He eyed the ladies, "You need a little attention now, or
are you ready to work?" Melissa fought back the momentary desire to ask
for a go on his cock. Instead, she held up the bill Schultz had left.
"Your John thought he'd pay us on the side," she explained, handing it
to Tom, "Said we shouldn't mention it. that he wouldn't." Tom pursed his
lips, collecting Kathy's bill as well. He eyed them, shaking his head
before he answered. 

"You girls did right. Again. These are yours; I'll just hold them until
you're done today. & you can have the afternoon shift off, as a reward."
He eyed them, "I'll deal with that small dicked loser later. Someday
I'll explain what that was all about. Hell, someday you'll probably know
before that. But you did fine. Now I need you to turn a few tricks in
here, & then you can have some room service & head home early." He rose,
"Tell you what. You pull this train without my getting any complaints, &
I'll take you to lunch myself. We'll go to a little place I know
downtown here." The women nodded meekly-no choice, really-and each
settled on 1 of the beds. "No," Tom shook his head, "Lie down side by
side. I think they boys'll like the idea of doing you like that. It'll
be like a race for some of them. you'll get done quicker." He chuckled,
then turned to the door, raising a Motorola walkie talkie borrowed from
house security to his mouth, "Marco, stop the little guy who's trying to
slip out. yeah, that's the one. Nope, he sure don't belong. & send the
1st pair in to ." 

Part XII 

Melissa & Kathy barely had time to get settled on the bed before the
door opened-without so much as a knock-- & 2 large strangers filled the
hallway. They grinned appreciatively at the scantily clad women,
murmuring to one another, & reaching some agreement, moving toward them
& the bed. 

"Tom said we're 1st," the older man, his face pocked with acne scars
leered, "Guess we'll get you broken in right." He'd selected Kathy, who
nodded, flashing a smile & consciously licking her lips. The man's smile
broadened, "Damn! He said you were bored with your men & wanted a real
cock. I thought he was talking shit." 

"Yeah. We got to call ol' Tom more often, he getting' girls like this."
The 2nd man was already fondling Melissa, who was pressing her chest
against the man's searching hands. Both women knew that taking too long
would get them in trouble-Tom had been careful to explain the difference
between entertaining, which they did most nights, & fucking, which they
were expected to do for the next hour or three. The men had paid to cum,
& whenever the women got them off, they'd clean up, leave, & new meat
would be at the door. If the line of waiting Johns backed up, the women
would be held responsible. The 1st time they'd done a Saturday stint
'pulling a train' as Tom referred to it, Kathy had thought she'd be sick
every time a man moved between her legs or thrust his cock at her mouth.
But she'd gotten through, & as she'd cleaned up afterwards, Melissa had
asked the more experienced girl who'd been working the couch, of all
places, while they'd used the beds, how she could enjoy being used as a
cum sack. The girl had laughed & said, 'Honey, if you don't, make them
think you like it, it can take a man all day to get off. Make him think
he's driving you wild, & he'll cream before he's all the way inside of
you.' So she'd tried it the next time, & while it still wasn't
particularly enjoyable, it had gone faster. Late in the 3rd session,
she'd actually climaxed as she'd been begging a stranger to 'fuck her
harder,' & while she'd been embarrassed & humiliated thinking about it
later, like cumming whenever she was 'working,' it had made things much
easier to deal with. So she didn't feel ashamed any longer when the
random thought occurred as her hands rose to tear at the man's trousers
as if she couldn't get into them fast enough. 

Melissa had leaned back, opting to play coy for her 1st John. "Do you
want me, baby?" she cooed, letting an index finger trace over her
abdomen to her crotch. The man's answer was a thick tongue licking meaty
lips before he began to work at the belt of his jeans. The men knew the
routine, too. Taking too long would mean paying Tom more for their
pleasure, since they'd only paid for 20min. When 1 had complained to Tom
as they ponied up $75 apiece that it was barely time to get hard, the
pimp had laughed & assured them they wouldn't have a problem getting it
up or getting off in that time. The men didn't waste time with foreplay;
the only pleasure they wanted was their own. The man ready to mount
Melissa's petite form didn't even bother with his boots, leaving his
jeans around the tops & leaning against the bed to set his cockhead
against her seam. It met her hand, & in the next moment, she'd rolled a
day-glo yellow condom down his length. He considered complaining, but
was amazed the woman had done it so skillfully, even as her hand pulled
him against her, & into her. A moment later he was grunting & pumping
against the white slut's spread thighs, spurred on by the groans &
squeaks she gave each time he plunged into her. For a moment he didn't
think she could possibly be the white housewife Tom had claimed, but a
glance at her hand showed a ring, & he doubted the rock was CZ. He
looked up to see his buddy thrusting madly into the brunette, whose legs
were cinched tight, lifting her pelvis up to take each stroke. He felt
the blonde pumping up to meet his own driving cock, heard her quiet
exclamations urging him on, & then the small form beneath him went
stiff. Sure she was cumming, he groaned, letting go as he pushed himself
against the trembling female form. He didn't dare look at the others
anymore-no use letting on he'd cum before his buddy. The woman beneath
him shifted, & he pulled out reluctantly, to find the other pair was
done as well. He didn't stop to think about the fact that the woman who
moments before had been a raving nymphomaniac was calmly wiping her
inner thighs & using a hotel washcloth, deftly stripped the cum filled
condom off of his cock, cleaning his shaft in the same stroke. His
friend had been similarly dealt with, & less than 10min after they'd
entered the room, the men were sheepishly buttoning & zipping up. Both
agreed without comment to take the stairs at least part of the way
down-to make it look like they'd lasted longer with Tom's white
housewives. They'd been in the stairwell before either managed a
coherent thought. 

"Damn, was she fine." 

"Oh yeah. we should've paid for more time, taken them again." 

"Yeah. Swapped." The men stopped at a landing, glancing at each other as
they reviewed Tom's rules-nothing would've precluded their doing just
that. "Shit," both sighed together, then left the stairwell to find the
elevator. In the meantime, Kathy had already used the room's phone to
alert Tom that they were ready for their next 'guests.' She eyed the
bed, & at Melissa, who was taking the opportunity to reapply some KY
lube. 

"Need some help with that?" she asked with a smile. Melissa looked up &
giggled. 

"Imagine what they'd think walking in on that." The women eyed one
another for a moment more, before Kathy leaned down, collecting the tube
from her friend & lover's hand. 

"Stop it, or I'll decide to see if it helps us get through this faster."
She applied the water-soluble lubricant to her friend's sex with casual
ease, teasing just enough that Melissa groaned, her hips shifting
slightly toward her friend's exploring fingers. 

"Now who's trying to get us in trouble?" the blonde managed, & nodding,
Kathy stopped. She'd barely had time to return the various bottles &
tubes to the bag they had brought from the community apartment before
their next 'guests' arrived. The men didn't bother to knock, & certainly
take any precaution locking the door. Moving to the bed, the men didn't
bother with words, eyeing the women, then each other, & by some unspoken
agreement, each taking 1 of the pair where they lay waiting on the
rumpled bed. As she felt another strange cock slip into her, true
contact prevented only by the thin rubber of the condom, Melissa
wondered if the guests next door could hear what was going on, or given
the protesting mattress & springs, the people in the room below. 

Spartan was too nice a term for the security office in the ground floor
of the run-down hotel. The main room held the battered video monitors
and the base unit for the hotel's radio system, which teetered on a ply
board table against the wall beside the door, a mismatched pair of worn
office chairs pushed against the desk in front of the recorders that sat
below the trio of small black & white screens. The grainy images
flickered across at a regular interval, pausing for a few seconds before
stepping to the next camera. The montage drew Hiram's attention, & for a
moment the stark terror that had descended with the weight of the
guard's broad hand on his shoulder eased. It returned full force as he
saw that at the end was a newer video set-up, with 3 professional
recorders running, and a split screen showing three rooms with women in
various stages of undress. It didn't take him a second to recognize the
women in the right upper corner of the screen-the pair he'd just left.
The larger man had easily pushed him through the second door into a
smaller, windowless room, & the door had closed, cutting off almost all
of the light. Hiram Schultz had groped his way into the room, feeling
for the straight backed chair he'd seen in the moment before he'd been
made a prisoner. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting before the
door opened. He blinked as an imposing silhouette joined him, the door
closing behind. Hiram blinked at the greenish scar the light had burned
into his vision, giving the room a false light that didn't reveal his
visitor. He'd been alone long enough some of the fear had become anger,
first at himself, then the women who'd obviously been in on the whole
thing, & finally, at the man who'd so calmly warned him about the
'rules' in a patently illegal operation. When the figure leaning against
a wall somewhere in the blackness didn't speak, Hiram opened his mouth,
willing the quaver from his voice, 

"What do you want. We had a deal!" 

"Yes, we did. & your behaviour has jeopardized my entire business." 

"I did nothing of the sort." 

"The deal was no names." 

"They can't possibly know me." 

"No? These aren't crack whores, man. They're already wondering why I
bring Whitey in to shaft them. Then you start in about their husbands.
But that's okay, some of my customers have a bit of an issue with
Whitey, & want to hear that they're better than the bitches' husbands.
But we said no names, & you didn't believe me when I said there'd be
consequences." 

"I tell you, they can't know!" 

"No? Well between the times you was ballin' them like a wild man, all
that shit about being responsible was loud enough I could hear it down
here!" the voice stopped at that in an angry hiss. 

"You can't do this to me." 

"Can't do what? Can't hold you here until I decide what to do with you?
Trust me, you're safer in here than out there," Hiram could make out a
vague gesture toward the door. "So tell me, smart guy, what happens the
first time she sees you at one of your society gatherings. You educators
do have those, don't you?" 

"Of course," Hiram heard himself stammering but couldn't control his
voice, "But she's never. I mean, we've never met. He doesn't bring her
to the school gatherings." 

"Uh huh. It only takes once," Tom replied, "& you know what? I don't
think she'd be the one to let on anything had happened. But you. I worry
you'd slip up somehow." 

"You can't use those tapes," Hiram interrupted, "They prove you're a
pimp-you'd go to prison for forcing them to do this." 

"Oh really? Where am I on those tapes? In fact, what makes you think
they wouldn't say you were the one who made them do it all? If it were
to come out, that is, that they were turning tricks like this." Tom
paused before he continued, "But that's the only reason we record-to
make sure you don't go telling everyone that there's a den of inequity
right here under everyone's nose; that, & to protect the girls, in case
you're a freaky deaky. Isn't good business to threaten my customers, if
you know what I mean, so don't worry 'bout the tape. Hell, I can give
you a copy if you want, so you can remember getting back at the guy you
work with." Hiram was rocking slightly as he considered what Tom had
said. 

"Then if you're not threatening me, why am I here?" 

"I already told you. You broke the rules. Now we have to decide how to
make that right." 

"I can pay." Tom snorted, 

"You can pay for all the tricks that might be lost if those ladies
figure out what's what? I didn't know you were pullin' in six large,
prof. 'Cause that's what it'd take." Hiram wasn't sure if he believed
that comment, but reminded himself the man he was talking to hadn't
volunteered to turn his peer's wife into a whore for kicks-it was
business to him, pure & simple. 

"Then what do you want?" For a moment, Hiram flashed on him serving some
twisted form of the prostitution the women he'd just possessed endured.
The thought shook him, but Tom didn't leave him to his thoughts any
longer. 

"Simple, really. You're going to get me a new girl." Tom didn't bother
explaining the woman would be Mike's; he'd meant only to terrify the
little man to preclude any near term blow-up. Then the guard had shown
him the pictures in the man's wallet. The woman was nearly as stunning
as the pair he'd ensnared at the man's behest. He waved off the
professor's stammered protest. 

"No, no, I don't mean your daughter, if you have one, or your secretary
or a co- ed. though that last would be kind of lucrative. But no, I'm
talking about the slut who's already stepping out on you." 

"My wife." Hiram felt a strange loosening in his gut. 

"Sure, the bitch who's fucking another guy. You don't think she deserves
this as much as the poor women you just fucked upstairs?" Tom feigned
outrage, "You didn't worry about what this would do to them, did you?"
The little man seemed to curl in on himself, & Tom knew he'd soon have a
new 'white housewife' to offer his customers. "& all you have to do is
tell me where she goes-somewhere I can make her a little more.
cooperative. Then a little re-education, & you'll have complete revenge.
You'll be able to make her squirm, since she won't know you know; punish
her for what she did to you." 

"I guess I don't have a choice." Hiram breathed after a long moment. 

"Oh, you have a choice. I can let your wife, or her husband, see what
you're up to. Or your employer-2 on 1 isn't appreciated at a Jesuit
school, is it? Or I could tell the women-let them know why they've been
turning tricks all this time. Not really such a hard choice, is it?"
Hiram shook his head morosely. Tom laughed, "Damn, from the look on your
face you'd think you loved the bitch. Tell you what. I'll snap some pics
of your honey & my girl's man, & anytime you start to feel guilty, just
glance at them until you remember what she's done to you." Such pictures
he already had-part of his checking into the man's story before he'd
drugged the pair who were still shagging upstairs in the hotel. The
professor nodded his head slightly, & Tom hid his smile, thinking what
Mike would say about the prospect of a new showpiece who'd already shown
a willingness to put out. "All right then. I'll have Marco see that you
get to your car. Your job is to make a list: where all your wife goes,
what she does, things she likes. Understand?" The man bobbed his head, &
Tom considered whether he should feel sorry for the sniveling runt. Then
he remembered what was happening to the fine women more than a dozen
floors above their head, & any sympathy vanished. The man had brought
him 2 grade A pieces of ass, but was a shit who likely deserved having
his woman fuck around. He stepped to the unlocked door, glancing at the
monitor to gauge how things were going, then motioned to the room &
nodded when Marco lifted the professor's keys. "See that he gets headed
home, M," Tom asked, adding, "We have a bit of business arranged." The
guard nodded silently & stepped around him into the room, reaching to
the wall switch to turn on the light. 

Tom waited until they'd left, then checked the recorders, comparing the
images he saw on screen with what he expected. The girls on ten were
cleaning up between sessions, while the girls in 14 were working-he
thought-their fourth group of conventioneers. He noted with satisfaction
that Melissa & Kathy were already on their 4th pair of John's. As he
watched, the fat man between Melissa's spread legs threw his head back,
& Tom was fairly sure the businessman from Minnesota was pumping a load
into the condom. Checking the mental schedule, he decided to shuffle the
last pair to the girls on 14, who were running ahead of schedule; he
wanted to see how well Mike's idea worked. He reached for his cell, then
stopped & picked up the security handset instead, dialing the clinic
number. Mike picked up on the 2nd ring, asking how things were going. 

"Oh, I think I have something you'll love," Tom didn't elaborate, "But I
thought I'd meet you at the downtown Gates'. I'll bring the ladies, & we
can see how well your 'treatment' works." 

"Fine with me," Michael answered, "But when it works, lunch is on you. &
when people start to stare, it's not my fault." Tom snorted in answer, &
told Michael they'd be there in fifteen minutes before they broke the
connection. He radioed Marco to shepherd the women back to the apartment
when everyone was finished, then headed to pick up Melissa & Kathy. 

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