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Subject: {ASSM} Girls' Nightmare Out, 3 of 4
Date: Fri,  7 Feb 2003 22:10:06 -0500
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Girls' Nightmare Out, continued
By Rogue Alan

Part XIII

Melissa was lying flat on her back, legs spread, crotch pointed at the
door when Tom walked in. Kathy was sitting up, & moved to cover herself,
which prompted her friend to sit up on her elbows, examining their
visitor. 

"Damn, girl," Tom chided playfully, "No wonder you 2 are done so fast if
that the way you're greeting them." Melissa offered a pinched smile, as
if she was still aware what she was doing was horribly wrong, but was
somehow becoming used to it, & then she shrugged, "The faster we work,
the faster we're free, right?" Tom bobbed his head in acknowledgement,
reminding himself the pair was still new enough they were trying to do
the 'necessary' tricks in some amazingly record short time; another 6
months, & neither would likely remember there was a 'goal.' Of course,
the trick was to keep them from spiraling into drug use & incaution-he'd
lost too many 'wholesome' white housewives to the crack pipe to take
anything for granted- & that was what scared him about Michael's plan-it
risked crating a stable of junkie whores. Michael had sworn up & down it
wasn't that at all; he kept babbling about conditioning, insisting the
sex would be all they got hooked on. Looking at the women, neither of
whom looked more or very satisfied having taken a variety of cock in the
past 2 hours. 

"Well like I said, you're 'free' for lunch, now." Melissa looked like
she wanted to say something, but shrugged & nodded after a hesitation.
Tom chose to ignore it. 

"Get dressed; like I said, I'm taking you to lunch." The women moved
obediently, if not eagerly at that, worry plain on their faces. "Relax,
ladies," he began, "We're doing barbecue downtown-very little chance
you'll see anyone you know," he smiled broadly, "& I promise not to be
pawing you in public. maybe after lunch," he offered them a leer, "We'll
see." He watched as the women quickly put themselves in order to join
him. Neither bothered to dress or cover up as they passed him, and he
smiled at how quickly they'd gotten used to being his. The make-up took
a few moments, each touching up garish lipstick and gaudy eye shadow. He
would have asked otherwise, but didn't want to interrupt the ritual he
knew they must associate with being whores. Finished, it took each only
moments to dress; benefit of wearing skimpy clothes. He wolf whistled
when they were ready, standing before him in the revealing dresses &
spike heels. These were definitely two hot housewives; enough so he
considered just keeping them to himself for an hour or three. But he had
a meeting to keep with Mike, & he was intrigued about whether Kathy had
been as 'conditioned' as the man claimed. The women climbed quickly into
his Seville through the driver's door, Kathy going first, which left the
petite blonde closer to him. That was fine, considering he expected to
be inside of her in a short time. Before they'd even pulled out of the
underground parking, his hand was firmly planted between her slightly
spread thighs, 2 fingers working her already wet cunt. Melissa let her
head drop back, lolling slightly against his shoulder, a faint smile on
her lips, nipples tenting the dress. 

The drive to Gates took only a few minutes, the Caddy rolling through
green lights, slowing as he pointed out Bazooka's to the girls. The
'juice bar' was another site he had found invaluable; the occasional
reticent housewife, faced with tricking for total strangers or dancing
where hubby's friends might see her invariably chose working on their
back. Never mind that he didn't know the owner of Bazookas, and that the
girls dancing there were generally younger & eager to sell themselves.
The car zipped past Crown Center and the recently rebuilt Union Station,
up Main to the little barbecue shop near the site Bazookas had once
stood. Inside, the weekend crowd was lighter than the workday rush, and
true to his word, there were almost no other white folk inside;
certainly none who might know the women in their 'other' lives. Tom
ordered for them and himself, then paused at the condiment bar to
collect the requisite combination of sauces and napkins. Fans turned
silently overhead, tied together by a long leather strap and run by a
single motor in another room. He led them to the southwest room, which
was separated from the main dining area but retained a view of the city.
The women followed docilely, trying not to see anyone & not to be
noticed. The girl at the checkout counter had popped her gum, eyeing
them critically, but saying nothing. That changed as Kathy saw who sat
at the table before them. 

Even from three steps ahead of her, Tom heard the brunette's breath
catch. He looked back, expecting she would look stricken or scared.
Instead, her eyes were heavy lidded. She had her teeth slightly on her
lower lip, a hand in front of her sex. Pressing hard. Melissa was eyeing
her friend like she'd gone crazy, but Michael quickly stood, moving
forward, & ignoring Kathy completely, asked Tom to introduce him to
Melissa. Tom did, playing along with his partner's plan. Kathy was still
standing in the doorway, & he had to physically move her to the table.
He waited for some indication from Michael, who quickly sat Melissa on
his right side, then suggested Tom have Kathy sit between them on the
other. He still hadn't so much as looked at the brunette. 

"You are gorgeous," he enthused, staring intently at Melissa as Tom
distributed the food. She smiled hesitantly, looking toward her friend,
who was sitting ramrod straight, chest moving with her short, rapid
breaths. Kathy hadn't taken her eyes off of Michael; didn't seem aware
anyone else was present. For several moments, Michael talked with Tom in
generalities about 'business,' going on about how glad he'd been to be
able to work with Tom & 'his ladies,' & insisting the job must be the
best. "I mean, who wouldn't want their choice of gorgeous women ready to
ball or suck or do whatever you want for you, man?!" He looked around
conspirationally, "Guess it's a good thing we're alone back here, eh?"
Tom just nodded. He was amazed at the way Kathy was behaving. But it was
just the beginning. Michael's meal was almost finished, & he waved at
the food before Melissa & Tom, "Go ahead & eat. I'll find some way to
keep myself busy." As they did, listening to Michael go on about the
other people he met at the clinic, Tom watched Kathy out of the corner
of his eye. She still hadn't touched her food; seemed barely aware of
anything but the man on her opposite side. 

Abruptly Michael changed tactics. He turned to the brunette & said, "My
but aren't you fine. We've met before, haven't we?" Kathy managed a
slight nod. "Damn right we have; I'd never forget an ass like that. You
are too hot for any 1 man, aren't you?" Another brief nod, teeth digging
into her lower lip more firmly. "I bet you want to do it right here,
you're so hot, don't you?" Tom hid a smile as Kathy nodded yet again,
prompting a gasp from Melissa. "Then go at it, baby. Why don't you suck
me off while our friends here eat. We'll get a doggie bag for your
food." It was too much-there was no way even a housewife Tom had worked
completely into his 'practice' was going to do something so blatant in
public. 

But even as he stared at Michael as if he was crazy, Kathy shifted. He
looked right as the brunette dropped to her knees, ducking under the
table. There was an audible 'zip,' & a moment later Michael was leaning
back, 1 hand on the woman's head as she offered him a fervent blowjob.
The wet slurping & sucking noise filled the room, and Tom
self-consciously checked to be sure they were alone, while Melissa
stared at the vacant spot where her friend had been, then around the
restaurant with him, & then at Tom, a hint of fear in her eyes, asking
what had happened to her friend, & was she going to have to do the same
thing. Tom shrugged minutely, pointedly resuming eating. She grudgingly
followed suit, her body tensing each time Michael made a low compliment
or request, & again whenever they heard the low moans Kathy was making.
A few minutes passed, & then Michael grabbed the table, thrusting
against Kathy's bobbing head & cumming noisily, loudly telling her to
'swallow it all,' & asking 'doesn't that taste good?' The muffled
response to the question-an obvious assent-startled Tom & Melissa alike.
Kathy cleaned him dutifully, zipped him up, then resumed her seat, eyes
only for the man she'd just eagerly blown in public, not caring if
anyone else had seen. She sat on 1 side of her chair to lean close to
Michael, shivering visibly when he set a hand on her thigh. 

Tom had already decided the man's 'mix' would have a definite use for
his business. The question was whether it was too strong. He had a
sudden image of Kathy hanging onto Michael's leg, refusing to go back to
her husband. Or worse, refusing to turn a trick without him being
present. But he'd satisfied Hiram's paid demand for the woman, and had
realized a new recruit in the process, so even if she proved useless as
a 'married white whore' there wouldn't be much trouble. Melissa excused
herself to the ladies room, clutching her small handbag, & was gone for
several minutes; long enough Tom imagined she might have been getting
herself off to alleviate what she'd likely begun to feel watching her
friend throw herself so fully into the role they were playing for him. 

Instead, Melissa had choked down all 3 of the airport size bottles of
Jack Daniel's she'd sequestered in her purse that morning. She'd hoped
to keep them for later in the week-had meant to stash them in various
nooks & hidey-holes in her home & at work. What she'd just seen, though,
had cut through what buzz lingered from the earlier binge. She couldn't
believe Kathy had done it so calmly. She was still afraid Tom would
demand similar treatment, & while she'd been more than a little aroused
at the thought of being with him during the drive over, the idea that
she might be asked to be a whore in front of so many people made her
sick to her stomach. The nausea eased as the alcohol blurred the edges.
She checked her make-up, popped a pair of tic-tacs, chewing the tiny
candies in her haste, and returned to the table after carefully hiding
the empty bottles in the trash. She tried to make a mental note to pick
up more on her way home. The liquor stores would be closed the next day,
& she didn't want to be short. 

Kathy's behavior didn't change during the rest of the meal. She hung on
Michael's every word, seemed to hunger for his touch, & yet, did not act
possessive or jealous. When Tom suggested they head back to the hotel
for a more 'friendly' discussion, Michael smiled & agreed, then
suggested he drive Melissa back, while Tom returned with Kathy. Tom
realized it was a demonstration of how much power he had, but that it
wasn't too much attraction on the part of the brunette, because the
woman nodded willingly, making no effort to argue or pout. In fact, the
moment Michael was out of her sight, it was as if nothing had happened.
Kathy was as obedient as she'd been since agreeing to Tom's terms, but
was also as reserved- almost frigid-as she'd always been, as well. Most
amazingly, though, she seemed unaware of her behavior of moments before.
He told her to lean against him & she did, submitting to his caress &
attention, but distant. He found himself wanting it to be as it had been
for Michael, & wondered if that unconscious devotion could be shifted
from person to person. He stopped himself from working her up manually,
interested in how quickly she'd be ready to fuck from a 'standing start'
when she saw Michael again. There were a number of things he needed to
check before he bought into his partner's idea for controlling the
women, but there was so much potential already, it would be difficult to
keep an open mind. Open pants, however, were a different story. Tom
smiled as he considered the sort of 'research' he was about to do. 

Part XIV 

He & Kathy were the 1st back to the room-Tom had used the cell phone to
tell Michael to give them a few minutes. He had the brunette suck him
hard, again wishing she showed the almost need to give head that had
been apparent when she'd been with Mike. Once he was hard, he sent her
to the bathroom, telling her to shower. She was still inside when the
door opened & Mike followed Melissa into the room. The blonde's eyes
were glassy, but she smiled when she saw Tom, as if he was a reprieve.
He realized he was of a sort-she must think her friend had lost it to be
so into a John. She sauntered to him almost sexily, tugging at the front
tie of her dress & asking with her eyes if he wanted her bare. He was
standing in the middle of the room naked, Kathy's saliva still coating
his rod, & so he nodded, smiling as the blonde fumbled briefly with the
tie in her hurry to obey. She bared her breasts before raising the short
skirt & shimmying out of it, leaving her as naked as he. He pulled her
close, enjoying the way she shivered at the contact of her body against
his, his shaft trapped between them, pressing against her firm belly. At
a word, she dropped to her knees & began to service his cock, her
willingness a comforting salve compared to her friend's lackluster
effort. Tom wondered how the Johns couldn't see the difference, then
admitted there was maybe less variance when the women were with men they
didn't know. 

He didn't wait for Kathy to leave the bathroom before pushing her friend
onto her back, holding her ankles up & slipping into her in a slow,
smooth stroke that filled the blonde completely. Melissa arched her
back, mewling in delight, licking her lips & rocking against Tom's cock,
wanting more of him, faster. He gave it to her, getting her off just as
Kathy emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. She
stopped at the sight before her. For a moment Tom thought it was shock
at seeing Melissa rutting beneath him, but then he followed the
direction of her eyes. All she seemed to see was Michael. He turned, &
she rushed to him, throwing her arms around him, dropping to her knees,
fingers scrabbling at his belt & trousers. He stopped her with a word,
though, & at his indication, Kathy fell back on the bed beside Melissa,
spreading her legs & fingering her suddenly flowing cunt. Tom was amazed
as he looked at the brunette. Gooseflesh had appeared over her arms &
thighs, & she was licking dry lips, eyes locked on Michael as he
stripped. She'd never acted so wanton, even under the drug cocktail he'd
used to ensnare them. Melissa writhed & voiced her displeasure at his
going still within her. He looked down, seeing pleasure on the petite
blonde whore's face, but not the devotion that was obvious on her
friend's. 

"You want this?" Michael said quietly, waving his naked, erect cock
suggestively. Kathy bit her lip, nodding visibly. "Badly?" he teased,
earning another nod. "What'll you do for me to get it?" "Anything,"
Kathy's voice was hoarse. Tome drove into Melissa more forcefully,
intent on keeping the blonde from realizing what was happening. She was
responding readily, too, shivering & panting, near an orgasm if not
already cumming. He allowed that his methods had done well on turning at
least 1 of the pair onto her sexuality. "Anything?" Michael echoed,
waiting while Kathy nodded in confirmation. "You'd blow my friend there?
Make him really believe you like it?" Kathy blushed but nodded. "You'd
let him fuck your ass? Tell him how good it felt & squirm & moan like
you were cumming from my fucking you?" Another more desperate nod. "You
need it that bad?" "Yes." "Have you ever needed anything more?" Kathy
bit her lip again, but shook her head. "What about your husband?" A
tear, then, but she shook her head firmly. "You need my cock more than
you need your husband?" Kathy swallowed, pausing as if trying to fight
the answer before she nodded. "If you have to tell him what you've been
doing-what you are-in order to have my cock inside of you?" "I'll tell
him." Tom knew his mouth was hanging open; no way the uptight brunette
could have made such a complete turn around. He knew some girls
developed an attachment to their pimp-Melissa was showing signs of that
as she spasmed on his driving cock yet again- but Kathy wasn't the type.

"You don't have to do that," Michael assured the trembling brunette, "I
like you. I want to put my cock inside of you. But only if I can cum
inside of you." "All right." "You could catch-get pregnant." "I know."
Tom shook his head in amazement. "Then you're in luck," Michael smiled,
motioning for Kathy to approach him. She did like a love-starved puppy.
"See this?" Michael withdrew a small syringe from his pocket. Kathy
stopped, but didn't back away. & didn't say 'no' to what Michael was
implying. She nodded after a beat. "This will keep you from catching. I
just give it to you before we fuck, & you're totally safe." Kathy
nodded, turning to offer him her naked ass cheek. "No, I need it to go
in your veins. But that's no problem," Michael whipped out a rubber
tourniquet & applied it to the trembling brunette. Within a minute the
needle was in & he'd injected the contents. As Tom watched, Michael
withdrew the needle, ignoring the spot of blood that appeared on Kathy's
arm as he whispered something to her. She nodded, still biting her lip,
but dropped eagerly to her knees & seemed to literally throw herself at
Michael's cock. Michael crooned endearments over the brunette's bobbing
head, but was checking his watch as he did so. He abruptly stopped
Kathy's efforts, directing her onto her back on the rumpled bedcover,
standing between her legs. Kathy raised her calves, curling them around
his waist, pulling him toward her naked, dripping sex with a need Tom
could almost feel. Michael held himself just outside of her swollen
labia, brushing his tip over her sex teasingly. 

"Tell me," he said quietly, "Tell me you need it." "God, I need it!
Please fuck me!" Kathy groaned, humping up against him uselessly. "I
don't think you're ready," Michael shook his head in mock concern. "I
am. Take me, please. Fuck me. Give me your cock. Your beautiful cock.
Give me give me give me." her voice broke as he slipped into her fully &
held himself there. "Like that?" he teased. Kathy could offer no verbal
reply save for a gargling moan, her entire body seizing in the strength
of her climax. "There you are," Michael crooned, sawing in & out of her
slightly, "See how good this cock makes you feel?" More unintelligible
grunts from the panting, sweating brunette, "All you have to do to feel
this is whatever I say. Then you'll get my cock. Get this pleasure."
Kathy nodded slightly, still humping against him mindlessly. Michael was
barely moving but his cock dipped in & out of her cunt completely, she
was pumping her hips so much. He kept checking his watch, then abruptly
bore down on the brunette, forcing her twitching body to the mattress &
hammering into her like a steam piston. She arched her back, mouth open
wide, chest not moving, as if she couldn't breathe. She shrieked, loudly
enough Tom guessed he'd have to pay someone off, at the same moment
Michael went stiff, clearly firing his jism into her sex. As Tom
watched, the brunette's eyes rolled back & she went limp, held up in
part by Michael's still firing cock. He slipped out of her & smiled at
Tom, who'd just finished filling Melissa's cunt with his own cream. 

"That should do it. A 2nd dose is usually easy to give. I used to do it
orally, but the absorption is so variable timing it was hard. But you
gave me the perfect out-the pregnancy thing. Mix in a little 'morning
after' med, & Walla, a perfect cocktail." "What'd it do?" Tom asked
quietly, watching Melissa out of the corner of his eye, but she seemed
already to have drifted off to sleep. "Nothing much," Michael smiled
wolfishly, "Just reinforced that it's the sex-specifically sex with my
cock-that feels like that. Then you can mimic the sensations by actually
having sex. They'll do whatever you ask to 'feel' it again, & if you
tell them they'll feel something like it anytime they have sex, you can
probably create an eager housewife nymphomaniac, though I'd bet doing
that would get her in trouble with hubby in short order- kind of hard to
hide balling every man in sight for too long." "& it's a narcotic
concoction?" "Mostly-the heroin or morphine drops inhibitions & pain
gets blurred, so only the pleasure's left. But add a synthetic Ecstasy
analogue, to amp the person's desire & responsivity, & a touch of
sedative to drop inhibitions as well as the narc, & to help with a
little amnesia. I can show you what I use & have used." "Wait a minute.
if there's amnesia, how can it help?" "Simple. I'm doing some patterning
with the drugs. getting her to associate my cock with the feelings she
had from the drugs. Then drop the drugs, but she'll still have the
feeling. & with little doses now & then you reinforce that association.
Or with larger doses, you can 'shift' the association, say to her new
pimp or her sheik or whatever." Tom nodded his understanding, "So you
don't always have to give it, or give larger doses, or worry that she'll
suddenly ball anything with a cock." "Not unless that's what you want,"
Michael smiled & Tom wondered how often he'd done that in the past.
"She'll be out for a bit, & probably won't remember too much of what
happened when she comes to, except that she'll be ashamed, knowing it
felt so good she wants it again. Kind of a nice way to keep them
hooked." Tom nodded, & they sat at the desk by the window for a bit,
quietly discussing the specifics of Mike's cocktail & Tom's business.
The time was ripe for expansion. 

They were gone when Melissa woke, groaning & grasping her temples in a
vain attempt to shut out the headache chasing her binging earlier that
morning. She treated it by opening 2 of the tiny servibar bottles-Jack &
Southern Comfort-& tossing them down in rapid succession. Her head felt
no better, but the spreading warmth made dealing with the condition of
her body easier. She was showering when Kathy stumbled into the steam
filled bathroom. "Kat?" Melissa asked to be sure. "Yeah," the brunette
answered, stepping into the shower with her friend, "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Melissa couldn't keep the incredulity out of her
voice, "What happened is you seemed quite smitten by that medico that
got you out of trouble last week." "Why did you say that?" Kathy asked,
wetting her hair under the feeble stream of water leaving the hotel
showerhead. "Well. maybe it's seeing you on your knees, blowing him in
the middle of Gates." "I didn't!" "You did. you mean you don't remember
it?" "I. I do, it's just. it's like I was watching someone else, you
know?" Melissa muttered something. "What?" "I said, 'you'd better lay
off of the booze.' Sorry, I know you don't drink. it was just. I
couldn't believe you did it; thought Tom would have me doing it, next. I
wish I could forget what happened like you." "It was bad?" Kathy wrapped
her arms around her smaller friend, suddenly glad they had some time
together-it'd been too long since she'd been able to show Melissa she
loved her. "No. not bad. I just. God, I hate it that I get off so well
when Tom's fucking me. Makes me feel like I'm betraying Jeff, you know?"
"No, I. well sort of. It's never. I mean I hadn't." "What's never?" "I'd
never really gotten off-completely, I mean- during our tour. Sure, I
cum, but it never feels. complete. Which wasn't bad. it's not any
different with Fred. But this today. I don't know how to describe it. It
just. it feels so good I want it to feel like that again." The women
lapsed into a companionable silence, broken by soft moans as each
unthinkingly began to soap & rinse the other, hands tenderly reaching to
ease hurt & then to bring pleasure. It was another 20min before either
considered turning the water off, & together they moved to the nearest
bed, falling into a tangle of arms & legs, & forgetting the horror that
had become their lives for a few intimate moments. Unlike the need based
coupling with the men before, Melissa & Kathy focused on one another, on
giving pleasure, rather than having it taken from them. 

Afterward, lying arm in arm, Melissa thought about what Kathy had said.
It still didn't fit with the way she'd behaved. it was like they'd both
been when Tom was trapping them to force them to work as his whores.
Except it had been spontaneous. She shrugged, figuring the doc had maybe
managed to find a soft spot in her friend when he'd saved her from a
most unwanted pregnancy. Kathy hadn't mentioned any hanky panky, but
given who had referred her, & the way they'd behaved earlier, she'd bet
something had happened. But no lasting harm seemed to have been done.
Kathy was her normal, loving self, & in some ways, Melissa was glad they
were stuck in the nightmare together-she couldn't imagine they'd have
found love with one another otherwise. Her momentary concern that her
friend had snapped-had decided all men needed servicing at the merest
whim-seemed to have been alleviated. They drew out their intimacy until
housekeeping was becoming impatient, then paid for a cab back to the
apartment where they retrieved their things & went down to the car, each
leaning against the other, finding some comfort in what they'd just
shared. Something about it, though, kept nagging at her, even after
she'd gotten home. 

Part XV 

Jeff & the boys were still out at the boys' soccer games. She fixed
herself a stiff Long Island Iced Tea, letting the drink eat away at the
tensions left by whoring that morning & putting out so sluttishly that
afternoon. After the 2nd, the guilt she still felt at her relationship
with Kathy had eased, as had the nagging voice that something was amiss.
She was well on her way to being blind drunk by the time the rest of the
family returned. Frightened of being seen that way, she staggered into
the bathroom, stepping into an ice cold shower that was still pounding
down on her muddled head when Jeff poked his head into the bathroom. He
sounded relieved when he found her 'getting ready' as he termed it.
Melissa struggled to come up with an answer to what he'd meant. Then it
registered-the art auction at the local mall. She glanced at the clock
on the sink by the shower-they had 40min. She climbed out of the shower
& still dripping wet, began to consider make-up & accessories, pausing
long enough to take a healthy hit from the open bottle of Vodka in her
vanity. 

She felt in control as they pulled into the garage parking at the mall;
just enough buzz to put up with the horrible things she'd been doing
hours before, & the banal conversation that would ensue within. The
shops were open inside, but the usual crowd was gone, & in its place,
wandered women in plunging back glittering dresses, on the arms of men
in tuxedos, both off the rack and custom tailored styles. No
overwhelming opulence, but certainly more of an aire than Melissa
enjoyed in the best of circumstances. Waiters with plastic champagne
flutes moved through the crowd of people speaking politely to one
another while searching for a victim upon which to pounce. 

Melissa quickly grabbed a glass from a passing tray, sampling the
bubbling alcohol & smiling. As Jeff moved them about, introducing her to
several of the people with whom he did business. A 2nd & 3rd glass
disappeared in the next half hour, without Jeff or anyone seeming to
notice. Melissa felt her smile get loose; as she mouthed niceties &
greeted passers by and hangers on alike, she couldn't help but compare
what she was doing with what she did for Tom; at neither time was she
really herself. 

She'd been skirting the knots of people, saying an intermittent hello or
grinning at a 'remembered' joke, but trying to avoid any prolonged
discussion. "Appetizer, ma'am?" a young man asked, stepping in front of
her suddenly. She stopped, blinked, trying to focus on the face that was
suddenly so close. She shook her head & the waiter moved on. She blinked
again, dimly aware that she'd noticed something right before the near
collision. She stood unmoving, trying to keep the faces moving past her
in focus. Jeff was nowhere nearby. She took a halting step, expecting to
crash into another platter wielding waiter. There was none. Three more
steps put her against the nearest wall. She struggled to think about
where they had come in, where they had walked, and where she must be.
She found a wrought iron bench & sat, trying to remain calm & to decide
what had happened to her eyes. 

Jeff found her minutes later, concern evident in his voice as he asked
if she was all right. She gave an embarrassed laugh, explaining that she
hadn't eaten much during the day, & had made the mistake of downing 'a
few' glasses of the bubbly, which had messed up her vision. Even in the
minutes she'd been sitting it had improved noticeably, though changing
focus from near to far or back remained difficult. Jeff apologized
profusely, blaming himself for keeping her too busy to eat & suggesting
they drive downtown to the plaza for a nice dinner. Melissa nodded
gratefully, clutching at her husband's arm as they meandered through the
various displays & exhibits. Jeff paused a few times, checking bids on
the silent auction items, making a counter here or there. He paused,
waving to someone across the room, which prompted Melissa to refocus in
the distance. It was in that moment that she knew what she'd been
feeling before-a sense of being watched. Standing behind the man Jeff
was now approaching with her in tow was a large black waiter. The man's
eyes never left her as she tried to match the eerily familiar face to a
name. The man certainly had not been around her work-the catering was
too high class for the occasional educator luncheon or dinner meeting.
She doubted he was a fellow teacher, sure she would remember if they had
been at many meetings together. It was strange that he seemed so focused
on her, & then she had a horrible thought-he could have easily been
inside of her, without her ever remembering his face. 

Her sudden realization must have been plain on her face, as to her
dismay, the waiter broke out in a huge grin. His eyes cut to Jeff, & he
pursed his lips, then shook his head. He winked at her, moving a hand
from his side to his crotch suggestively. Melissa blushed fiercely,
scared that she didn't even remember him, terrified she suddenly
would-her body felt suddenly loose, as she had come to associate with
the time she spent on her back, humping her sex against whatever John
was fucking her. She felt a wave of nausea at the awareness she was
becoming aroused-not understanding the connection her body made between
that feeling & the too often expected sexual performance to
follow-wondering how she could react so strongly to a man whose casual
use of her body was lost to conscious thought. She turned away, praying
the man would not make a scene. She grabbed another drink from a passing
tray, downing it in three gulping swallows that Jeff never noticed, &
set the empty glass on the nearest auction table with a shaking hand.
The prickling warmth between her legs didn't abate. Worse, she felt her
nipples getting stiff, & prayed it wasn't too visible through her dress.
When she looked up, already feeling the return of some difficulty
focusing her vision, the waiter was no longer standing by the wall. She
breathed a sigh of relief until she felt a presence behind her. She bit
her lip as a tuxedoed arm reached around her to pick up the fluted
glass. 

"Allow me to get that, ma'am. Is there anything else I can give you?"
Jeff paused in his discussion & turned as Melissa tried not to blush or
faint or gasp or react in any way. "N-no," she stammered, cursing the
way her body seemed hungry for his touch, "I've already had too much."
"I see." She wanted to scream at the man's tone of voice-she was sure
Jeff would know. The man offered an almost leer, "My apologies, I just
wondered if you wanted a. bigger serving than you have." "No, thanks,"
Jeff answered for her, patting her hand, "She's already over her limit.
I'm going to have to take her home now, if I want any chance to enjoy
this evening fully." "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful evening, sir.
Please excuse me," & then he was gone. Melissa heaved a quiet sigh of
relief, but couldn't relax after the encounter-to meet a man she'd.
serviced. with her husband standing beside her; to feel her body
responding with an almost lust that she couldn't control & feared she
wouldn't be able to hide next time-she needed to speak to Tom. She
wondered if he would agree to arrange that she do her 'work' on the
other side of the river, or in 1 of the smaller neighboring cities. That
thought increased her anxiety, as she guessed she'd be 'working' for him
much longer if that were the case. But she had to make sure Jeff never
ran into someone else who 'knew' her so intimately. She shuddered,
imagining that the man had been less discreet, & wondered how she'd have
reacted if he'd demanded something else for his silence. She wished
she'd taken the man's offer for another drink, & was still shaking when
they got to Jeff's Blazer. He offered her his coat, which she took
gratefully, hoping to at the least hide her body's reaction to the near
catastrophe. 

At the Dwyer household, Fred had been in an unusually horny mood, &
Kathy had found herself lying in their bed, legs spread as her husband
thrust into her in short jabbing strokes-no real rhythm, she considered
analytically-his breath gusting over her, rank with the odor of his
cigarettes. She bit her lip in frustration, angry that he hadn't
bothered with foreplay, though that was nothing new, & surprised at how
un-aroused she was even as he neared his own climax; usually she'd be
sufficiently excited she'd have to finish herself in the bathroom. For a
long moment, she was consciously glad she'd been tricking that
morning-at least she'd gotten to cum with Tom's friend, Michael. In the
next minute she was ashamed at thinking in that way, even though
thinking of Michael had triggered a momentary rise in her libido. That
disappeared as she thrust such thoughts from her mind, trying to quietly
endure the friction of her husband's penis pushing in & out of her. She
breathed a sigh of relief when he came a moment later & pulled out,
leaving his still leaking penis against her thigh. Wincing, Kathy rose,
barely disturbing her husband, & padded into the bathroom. She cleaned
herself off, then ran a hot bath, luxuriating in the swirling water as
she let her mind go. To her mingled fear and undeniable arousal, though,
her thoughts soon focused on the afternoon's experience, & more
importantly, the man she'd been with. Sex with Michael had been like
nothing she'd ever known; good enough that being Tom's whore suddenly
seemed. tolerable, so long as she saw Michael again. After masturbating
to a satisfying if incomplete orgasm, Kathy dried off before she climbed
into bed beside her snoring husband. She drifted off, wondering when Tom
would call again; almost anxious to work in the hope of seeing Michael
again. 

At dinner, Melissa found she remained intolerably jumpy, the almost
encounter at the party serving as a thorough buzz killer. She agreed to
Jeff's suggestion of a bottle of wine, & had enjoyed three glasses
before their salads were finished. Jeff simply ordered a 2nd bottle for
the main course. Melissa didn't think about how much she'd had, though
Jeff seemed oblivious, as well. Despite the booze, Melissa found herself
eyeing every man who passed their table, worried someone else would
recognize her from her 'moonlighting.' She was more than tipsy by
dinner's end, giggling at Jeff's interactions with an obviously gay
waiter who'd hit on her husband throughout their meal without paying her
a 2nd glance. Chastened at having been a willing whore for Tom that
afternoon, she pressed herself against her husband, enjoying their time
together & pleased to find that even 1/2 pickled she was aroused & could
respond to the man she'd married as they left the restaurant for their
car. The paranoia of earlier eased enough she almost missed the knowing
look of the night guard strolling through the parking garage. 

Maybe it was the change in the cadence of his walk, but Melissa looked
up & over at him as they passed, breath catching at the 1/2 memory of
the same man leaning over her, puffing & grunting as he thrust a better
than average sized cock into her twitching box. She blushed, aware that
this stranger was 1 of those who'd been skilled enough or concerned
enough about her pleasure that she'd cum with him. Her focus narrowed to
her body, which responded more explosively than it had earlier in the
rushing onset of her arousal. She blinked, acutely aware that some part
of her was almost anxious to lie back on the asphalt & let this stranger
take her again. Before she could look away or somehow speed their course
to the car, Jeff glanced over to see what had distracted her. The guard
nodded politely, "Evening folks," Jeff responded in kind, & the man
smiled, "Your wife?" "As a matter of fact, she is," Jeff said proudly,
"Thought I'd take her out on the town & show her how much I love her."
"She's an amazing lady," the guard offered as he sauntered past, "You 2
have a safe trip home, now." Melissa was still trying to reassure
herself the man had said 'amazing lady' & not 'amazing lay' without
considering the suggested intimacy of his comment when Jeff chuckled,
"Perceptive man. I bet the cars here are safer than anywhere else in
this city." Melissa laughed with him, hoping it didn't sound too forced,
& desperately relieved her husband hadn't become suspicious at the man's
attitude. Safely inside their SUV, Melissa was dismayed when Jeff wanted
to neck before leaving. "The guard," she scolded, pushing him away,
"Like you said, he's very alert. I'm embarrassed." Jeff paused, then
smiled, "All right. I guess I can always pull over somewhere on the way
home. it'll be more exciting that way, lover." Melissa tried to smile at
him, all the while resolving not to go back into the city with him until
long after she'd repaid what Tom claimed she 'owed.' If ever. Seeing a
former John once had been too close for comfort; twice was almost enough
to prompt an emergency call Tom, if it wouldn't increase her 'debt.' She
shivered, wondering if she would ever feel safe in public with her
husband again. She jumped when Jeff's hand moved to her inner thigh, &
he chuckled, teasing that she was 'too tense' & promising that he had
'just the medicine for that.' She nodded, smiling weakly, already
thinking about where she could get a hit of something before Jeff
expected her to perform. 

Part XVI 

Sundays usually served at least a partial respite for the women. They
could enjoy church and time with friends & family without fear that Tom
would need them for a 'job.' Neither woman looked particularly relaxed
as they met in the fellowship hall before Sunday school. They agreed
they desperately needed to talk to one another, & were as certain they
wouldn't have sufficient time before the end of the weekend; their 'time
together' was already a sometimes point of contention with both
husbands. They briefly discussed eating together as families, but
dismissed it out of hand; Fred was jealous of Jeff's success & ease with
people, & never failed to make snide remarks that the other man seemed
unable to ignore. The women agreed they'd have to eat together the next
week, the sooner the better. 

"You OK?" Kathy was worried at the circles beneath her friend's eyes, &
couldn't miss the hint of alcohol on Melissa's breath. "Yeah," Melissa
paused, taking a calming breath, "I just had a hellish night last
night-we bumped into not 1 but 2." she looked about the milling throng
of people, "Former clients." Kathy felt her mouth fall open in surprise.
"You're kidding." "I wish." "No wonder you're hitting it early. I'd've
climbed into a bottle & not come out again." Melissa's eyes flashed
angrily, but she nodded a moment later. "Yeah. I need to watch it."
Kathy patted her friend's shoulder reassuringly, "We can get through
this. Just lean on me, love." The petite blonde glanced up at her
friend, biting her lower lip unconsciously, "God, I need to be with you
for awhile. Last night. it was hard being with Jeff without his knowing.
wanting it to feel different, but." she wiped at a tear that threatened
to fall. "Shh. I know, hon'. Believe me. I keep finding myself flashing
on. the pleasant times. It scares me, that I'd rather be there sometimes
than with him. But maybe that's how we adjust to get through it."
"Maybe," Melissa sniffed, not sounding convinced, "But I told myself I'd
keep it separate. If I can't even do that, what hope is there I'll be
able to do this without Jeff finding out?" She set about touching up
mascara & make-up with her compact, resisting the urge to take a hit
from the small 'water' bottle in her purse. "We'll make it," Kathy
soothed, ashamed that part of her was anxious to do more work for Tom,
but unable to keep from feeling that way. 

The milling, smiling crowd was thinning as people headed into the
sanctuary, & as usual, Melissa & Kathy sat together about 6 rows from
the front on the pulpit side, their families beside them. The imposing
wooden lectern partially hid the day's 'guest speaker,' who was
introduced as a 'deacon from the sister church downtown.' When the
pastor had completed the call to worship, he stepped from the center to
the pulpit, shuffling his pages nervously before he glanced out at the
congregation. He cleared his throat, then launched into a halting
introduction, that the visitor cut short by stepping to the pulpit
beside the poorly organized clergyman. "Friends!" his booming voice
brought both women's head up. The man's dark ebony skin glistened in the
lights, emphasized by the cream colored linen three-piece suit he wore.
He calmly grasped the microphone, pulling it free of the stand on the
pulpit, then vacated it, moving to the center of the raised dias before
the suddenly attentive assemblage. "I have come today!" his cadence was
the stereotypical Southern Baptist preacher's, fiery, loud enough to
forgo the microphone entirely. "I am here to spread a message." His
eyes-his whole body-shifted from side to side, addressing each of the
church's three tiers of seats as if individually. "A message not of
love, but of danger! A danger that rests among you, and unchecked, will
tear your family apart from within!" He strode back & forth, waving his
free hand for emphasis, "I have heard it is too late for my people. & I
shouted NO! It wasn't so. But I will tell you: It wasn't easy. No,
staying true to the Lord's word seldom is. So I vowed: Never would I let
this happen to another of God's families-my family by extension." His
eyes roamed the congregation as he paused. "You wonder what it is.
Drugs? The Devil's candy. No, that is an evil each of us must face, my
friends, but it pales in comparison to this. Violence? God's faithful
recognize the potential to do good in the face of that, my brothers, so
I do not come to warn you of that. Hatred? The Lord cries to see his
church- wherever it is-used as a tool to spread the Devil's work. But
that is not why I am here." He paused again, & in the moment before he
began to speak, his eyes flashing from parishioner to parishioner,
Melissa stiffened, aware of why the man seemed so familiar. She could
almost feel the heat of his skin as he thrust against her, cursing &
demeaning her, taunting her for her 'filthy lust' & for 'betraying her
oaths.' He'd been with both women, & Kathy's stiff posture was sign
enough she'd recognized the man, too. The women sat mesmerized as he
licked his lips before continuing. For a horrible moment, Melissa was
sure he was looking right at her. 

"I am saying, my friends, we must recognize the demon in our midst. The
petite blonde slut, the whore of Satan." Melissa choked back a scream,
unable to believe she was about to be exposed in front of the entire
church. She felt Kathy's hand touch her thigh, whether to support or
restrain she'd never know. She'd lost track of what the Deacon was
saying, & glanced around, sure she'd see every eye on her. Instead, the
other members of the congregation remained totally focused on the
dervish of a preacher striding back & forth before them them. To her
amazement, several of them seemed to be smiling. ".sort of thing you
expect to hear when you see me?" The man's tone had changed completely.
He'd moved back behind the pulpit, gently replacing the microphone in
its cradle, & had his hands braced at the sides, leaning forward like
any pastor Melissa could remember. except that he'd been hunched over
her before, thrusting into her in lewd delight at 'despoiling' a married
white woman. She shuddered as she listened to his message. "I can't
claim that much energy. or I'm too shy to go on like that any more than
you just saw. But that's not necessary to get the point across. When you
see the flyer for our joint church picnic at the end of the month, I
want you to think about how we're communicating now. versus how you
thought we would be interacting when I began. Now, don't think I'm
saying anything is wrong about your reaction to my little act," he
smiled, "But I am saying maybe what we need to regain. or to develop for
the 1st time. a sense of community is to learn about our brothers in the
Lord. I hope to see each and everyone of you there." He smiled again,
then stepped back, as the pastor regained his position at the pulpit,
thanking the Deacon for his help, and reiterating the importance of the
conference social, which would be held in the large park near the Plaza.

The rest of the service was a blur, & Melissa was shaking visibly as
they left the sanctuary. Jeff put an arm around her, asking if she was
all right. She nodded, praying they would not meet the deacon in the
narthex. Kathy took the initiative, grasping her friend's arm &
suggesting she take Kathy home & put her to bed, since she looked to be
fighting the flu, while Jeff & the boys went out to lunch & maybe a
movie. The boys responded eagerly, & Jeff nodded, thanking Kathy for her
help before offering his wife a quick kiss on the cheek. Evading Fred
proved almost as easy; Kathy needed only to suggest he come along & that
he could watch the game on the Sureham's television. Fred begged off,
grumbling unintelligibly about 'the crazy satellite' system Jeff had
installed some time before. He trudged up the walk to the house & used
the keypad entry into the garage when Kathy pulled up at their home. He
barely waved a good-bye, which Kathy never saw, having already begun to
check the mirror prior to pulling back out into the street. 

The deacon who'd prompted Melissa's near panic attack was no more
relaxed at that moment. He'd fled the dais as quickly as opportunity
arose-during the pastor's prayer. Deacon Chauncy Graves hoped his part
in the mess he'd found for himself was done, & wondered not for the 1st
time if he'd ever really be free again. The man who'd shown him the
black & white pictures of him not only going into a motel, but having
sex with those married white sluts had made it perfectly clear that not
only would his wife find out if he didn't do exactly as he was told; his
boss, friends, & the local police would soon know of his peculiar.
proclivities. 'Not that there was anything wrong with being with a
woman,' Chauncy told himself. At 1st he'd assumed 1 of the bitches was
responsible for the blackmail-the pictures were too good to have been
taken by luck. But the message that had accompanied the note argued
otherwise. Sitting in a deli at the corner of his luxury condo near the
Plaza, Chauncy had tried to remain calm as he'd stuffed the photos back
into the envelope, trying to push them back at the calm stranger. "Don't
bother. consider them a souvenir," the man had smiled mirthlessly at his
idea of a joke, "They are quite beautiful. But I have plenty of copies.
Those are for you." Over a lunch Chauncy hadn't tasted, his 'new friend'
had calmly explained the note. He wanted 'an introduction' to the man
who 'protected' the women he'd been with. 

Which Chauncy had assumed meant the man was competition for Tom & his
'white housewife whores.' He reasoned the seedy way in which he'd been
ensnared was proof Tom's enterprise was about to meet with some
competition. Which meant the man could easily choose to become violent
if Chauncy refused to help. That, along with the 'business' in question
made doing what the man asked relatively simple; Tom was a pimp, after
all, a Godless man living literally off of the backs of helpless women.
Not that he hadn't been afraid of what might happen if Tom learned he'd
been a Judas, but the threat before him was much more immediate. He'd
agreed at the lunch to make any introduction the man might want,
suggesting he could tell Tom the man was 'a business friend,' but the
man had smiled patronizingly, shaking his head in refusal. He had
explained that he was very sure Tom was a cautious man, & would check
out such recommendations before acting. Instead, the man had explained
that he would be Chauncy's ever-present shadow. The deacon was to alert
him the moment he noticed either of the women he'd been with, or 'others
he remembered' as the man had put it. For the next 2 weeks, he'd been
there whenever Chauncy looked around. There had been less than subtle
calls asking if he was really trying, suggesting the women wouldn't be
found in the places Chauncy usually visited. That prompting had led
Chauncy to visit malls & shopping centers where he told himself young
housewives might be more likely to visit. But of course he'd still seen
no one who resembled the women who'd been so willing in that hotel room.

He'd almost convinced himself the man would let him off for at least
trying, when he'd been summoned to a meeting in the coffee shop in the
building where he worked. Over stale Danish & staler coffee, Chauncy had
opened yet another envelope, in which was a blow-up of 1 of the photos
he'd seen before. "What is that?" he'd asked in that quiet but fierce
gravel tinged voice Chauncy heard sometimes as he woke in the
morning-the remnants of a nightmare made real. Chauncy had eyed the man,
then the photo, "I don't know. a necklace?" The man sighed, "Yeah, it's
a necklace, idiot. What is it a necklace of?" Chauncy had shrugged, &
the man calmly withdrew a 2nd envelope, the upper right corner occupied
by a variety of stamps. "Chauncy, Chauncy, Chauncy," he'd sighed,
shaking his head, "& I thought you'd been trying to help. I thought you
understood what was at stake. Maybe you can explain these to your wife,
instead." Chauncy had nearly shouted his 'No!' before controlling
himself to hiss, "I didn't. Wait, I mean. it was a cross, I think. yeah,
a crucifix." The man had smiled broadly-no humor evident in his dark
eyes, though, & without a word, had stood & left the coffee shop. & the
bill. The next night, he'd gotten a call from 'brother Aloysius' asking
him to make the presentation he'd just finished to all the area
churches. He hadn't remembered his fellow Christian's name from church,
but had readily agreed to the task. & so he'd been most surprised to see
his 'new friend' waiting for him at the 1st of his several planned stops
that Sunday. He'd been sure he wouldn't see the harlot's who'd offered
themselves to him in church, but hadn't been about to argue with the
man. 

So he'd nearly lost his wits when he saw not just 1 of the women, but
both, sitting together up front, like any God-fearing Christian women.
The thought still made his blood boil. His shadow had been nodding
before Chauncy reached him at the back of the church after his hasty
exit. Nodding & smiling. He'd waved off any statement until both men
were safely out of the church. "I saw," he'd said simply after they
reached Chauncy's car, "Now go do the rest of the churches on the
list-there really is a get together, you know-& go home. I think that's
all we'll need form you. & then he'd been gone, leaving a residual chill
as Mr. Graves considered what he'd last said, & wondered when he'd again
be visited. He cursed himself for a fool & drove out of the lot
insisting he wouldn't get himself into such trouble again. 

Jordan Franks had been almost too wired to do the job as the
congregation began to spill out of the church. He'd begun snapping away
the moment his pigeon reacted, knowing he'd found his in. He taken a
roll of film surreptitiously; mostly worthless shots of the back of the
women's heads, but at least 1 would show a profile, he hoped. He'd
slipped out ahead of the deacon, intercepting his dash to escape in the
narthex. It paid to remind Graves his fate was no longer his to control.
He'd almost missed the women when they left, with 1 of the hubby's in
tow. Jordan pulled out of a different exit, then moved in behind them,
following at a comfortable distance to learn where they lived. He was
delighted when a single trip revealed both addresses. His initial
thought-that they were going to enjoy a bit of kink with hubby-was
proven wrong, but the way the women moved together left him wondering
about something else intimate. He parked down the street, glad that the
neighborhood was busy enough his vehicle wouldn't stand out, & moved
confidently down the street, slipping between houses as calmly as if he
lived in 1, hoping fervently no one had seen him; the last thing a black
man needed was to be found lurking in the backyard of a white woman. But
the potential reward was more than worth the risk. He'd come too far to
back down over a little thing like trespassing or even peeping. 

He'd been searching for a way into Tom's little kingdom for more than
2y. First using 'official channels' much as Tom himself did, then trying
to muscle those likely to have been involved in Tom's 'business.' It'd
become quite personal. no, it had started out personal, which was
probably why he'd had so much trouble this time. More than once the few
'in the know' about Jordan Franks had suggested he move on the networks
'Tom' left in place whenever he moved on. But Jordan Franks was
interested in getting the brain behind such an insidious, lucrative
set-up, not the leavings. So he had decided on a new tack-getting into
through the 'consumer' side through the clientele. & it appeared
promising. It could still go wrong if Graves went back to Tom to warn
his 'supplier,' but Jordan had learned long ago that while few men could
give up philandering, most could easily move to other safer-and newer--
suppliers when it was necessary, unlike those hooked on drugs. He was
certain Chauncy would soon enough return to seeking out strange, exotic
pussy, but not with Tom. He was also sure the man would give him away by
his nervousness if he had been used as the in. The trick, then, was to
'get himself noticed' as a potential customer. He intended to be obvious
about eyeing the girls while they were out working. But he wanted a
solid background on the women, first. Jordan Franks was nothing if not
thorough. 

Luckily for him, the house had a high fence shielding it from neighbors'
prying eyes, & was old enough there was good foliage to help hide the
back of the two story home. He was careful to be make certain there was
not a big dog out back before moving along the fence, eyeing the house &
trying to locate the women within. He climbed onto the trellised deck
opposite the steps, peering cautiously into the kitchen. No one was
visible. He heard water moving through the pipes, though, & returning to
the ground, he circled the deck moving across the back of the house. The
ground sloped up at that end, and there was a window into the second
story sitting at ground level that he realized almost too late looked
into the master bedroom. The women were there, & at the scene before him
he froze, fully silhouetted in the window, for several beats. He was
aware of the shifting, swelling sensation between his legs as he
crouches, moving behind an overgrown hibiscus to better conceal himself.
The women were locked in a passionate embrace, each eagerly working at
removing the other's clothes. Though he'd considered the possibility of
some illicit sexual encounter occurring, the man's departure had led him
to consider other things. drugs, most likely. The scene unfolding before
him, was corroboration of what he suspected the women to be doing.
Unlimbering the camera he had kept tucked beneath his jacket, he began
to snap away as the women proceeded, unaware of their observer. Jordan's
mouth was incredibly dry, & he mused to himself that there were perks to
the job, after all. 

Melissa groaned softly as her friend's fingers traced a deliciously
teasing path from her left nipple, around her navel, to flick at the
ring in her sex. Already aroused at the prospect of sharing a few
private moments with her lover, the first touch triggered a flood from
her well-lubricated cunt. A moment later, the taller woman's fingers
were dipping in & out, thumb pressed gently but firmly over the inflamed
blonde's swollen clit. She came quickly & loudly, then redoubled her
efforts to get Kathy out of her dress. The brunette just smiled, kissing
the other woman with a casual intimacy that was obvious to the agent.
Her mouth trailed down the petite blonde's body to her rigid nipples, &
within a moment a second climax had visibly shivered through her supine
form. The windows in the home were old-single glaze-allowing Jordan to
hear the sounds of their lovemaking. He wondered if the neighbors heard
when they entertained other men, then wondered if either woman would be
so foolish as to do so in their own home. He doubted so; Tom had never
been so careless, & despite expectations to the contrary, no
'free-lancing' had ever been identified from any of his women. It was
another of the riddles Franks hoped to solve, the devotion the whores
showed their pimp. 

The brunette resisted her lover's efforts to return her caresses,
smiling & telling the blonde she 'owed' her for 'being there' in the
last weeks. Getting up, she added that she had a surprise, & headed
toward the walk-in closet opposite the door from the hall. Jordan could
not see into the closet, & sat patiently, remembering the self-assurance
with which the woman had moved, uncaring that she was naked with another
in the room. Her apparent ease with her own sexuality was further proof
she had more experience than the average housewife he had encountered. &
when she emerged after a few moments, Jordan Franks was convinced he had
at last identified a pair of Tom's 'Slut Wives.' She had stripped
completely nude but for her heels, donning a 3in wide black plastic
belt, from which jutted an impressive gloss black plastic phallus. The
blonde had been waiting blissfully in the bed, eyes closed, & at a word
from the other woman, looked up. Surprise registered in her eyes-a first
time with this toy, he guessed-but was immediately suffused by need. He
realized he had missed whatever the brunette had said as the blonde bit
her lower lip & nodded, raising her knees & opening her thighs in
response. 

"I thought you might like a little more masculine attention," Kathy
husked as she stepped out of the closet, her own excitement rising as
the textured base of the strap-on dildo rubbed at her sex. Mel looked
gorgeous, lying more than 1/2 naked atop the covers, skin dappled with
gooseflesh, a contented smile on her lips. She had almost mentioned to
Melissa she'd picked up the toy at a quick stop on the way to their
'appointment' the week before, hoping to spend some time together, & was
glad as she approached the bed that she hadn't. "Let's see if this can
really get you off," she finished, pausing dramatically a few feet from
the bed. Her need to please her lover-so unlike anything she'd ever
known with Fred-made it almost impossible to wait for Melissa's languid
response. She opened her eyes as her head raised, & her gaze dropped
quickly to the latex monster jutting out of Kathy's crotch. "Do you want
me to give you this, baby?" Kathy cooed, already sure of the answer, the
way Melissa was responding. Mel nodded slightly, spreading her legs,
inviting her lover in. Moving carefully but quickly, Kathy knelt between
the smaller woman's legs, a finger & thumb guiding the cock to Melissa's
gold-fringed seam. As she pushed into that treasure, the resistance was
transmitted to her own aching clit, & both women moaned in unison.
Melissa's pelvis hunched upward, hungry for more of Kathy's 'cock.' They
found a natural rhythm within moments, alternating long slow strokes,
with short, rotating thrusts. Tempo quickly built, until it was an
endless pressure against Kathy's clit, her lover's body undulating
endlessly in pleasure. She realized, then, how men could be so into sex;
the power her she felt from her control over she & Melissa's pleasure
was almost as much a rush as her impending climax. As she drove fully
into her lover's pussy a final time, her body spasmed in release, & at
the same moment, Melissa's finger dug into the comforter, her throat
choking off a scream of delight. Dipping her head, Kathy's lips found
Melissa's, & they cried out into one another as they came for what
seemed long minutes. Only when her lover had gone completely limp did
Kathy ease the strap-on out, to roll onto her side next to Melissa.
Smiling contentedly, the blonde reached town , teasing the phallus as if
it were real, collecting a thick string of her honey & lifting it to her
mouth before kissing Kathy again. 

Jordan realized he'd be doomed if he were discovered; he was too hard to
have a chance at running away. Only the thought that he wasn't a common
peeper had kept him from unzipping & wanking at the image of the 2
beautiful women fucking. His film was gone long before they climaxed
together, but he had waited, unable to leave. & he knew it wasn't out of
a need to gather additional intel. Something about the way the blonde
gave herself totally to her lover's touch resonated within him. Cursing
himself for even thinking about getting emotionally involved, Jordan
ducked under the windowsill & began to move back the way he'd come.
"Almost makes up for what we've gotten ourselves into, doesn't it?" He
froze, glad for another reason that he had stayed. He was fairly sure it
was the brunette who'd spoken. He chanced a peek from the uncovered
corner of the window, to see she had gotten up & was removing the
appliance & it's retaining belt; facing away from him, much closer to
the window than she'd been before. He noticed the shine of the ring in
her own sex, which was further proof the women weren't simply bisexual
housewives-he was sure from his past experience that Tom marked all of
'his' women that way. The blonde had apparently answered sub-vocally, as
the brunette shrugged while heading toward the bathroom door, "I know.
sick joke. I ask myself if we'd have ever started. this. if we hadn't
done that. It's the 1 good thing to come out of it." Even Jordan thought
she sounded distracted, which the blonde pointed out. "Something wrong,
Kat?" "Hmm?. No. I just was thinking." There was a longer pause, "I
guess I was just wondering when Fred will be back with lunch." The
blonde started to sit up, "Oh God! I hadn't thought." The brunette waved
her back, "Lay down. Get some rest. that's part of why you're here,
after all. I'll just tell him I planned to change the sheets, anyway.
Who knows," she offered an unpleasant smile to the mirror, "Maybe the
thought of you lying in our bed will arouse my dear old hubby enough I
can get some satisfaction at home." With that, she breezed into the
bathroom. The door remained open, though, & Jordan heard the water go
on. He stayed in place, his 'inter-personal radar,' attuned by thousands
of hours interrogating-no, the PC term was 'debriefing'-suspects, said
the brunette had just lied to her lover; something else had bothered
her. The blonde had prudently covered her naked form with the covers &
rolled onto her side. Jordan could tell from her breathing she was
asleep. There would be no more answers available at the moment, but he
was still completely hard-no way he could saunter down the walk like
that. Moving back behind the bushes, he knelt & unzipped, letting the
images of what he'd seen flash through his mind as he began to wank,
anxious to get off & be on his way. Unaware that she had yet again
become the subject of unwanted photos, Kathy stood beneath the steaming
water, wondering what had been missing just then. She'd cum, & it'd been
delicious at the moment, but had seemed to fade the moment they'd been
done. It wasn't like it was with Michael. & as always, the mere thought
of him brought her instantly, achingly to full arousal. Reaching between
her legs, she began to frig herself, wondering what hold he had on her,
& if she wanted to stop it. 

Quickly checking that he hadn't soiled himself, Jordan tucked his spent
cock into his trousers, eyeing the spattering of jism on the siding. He
knew it was hidden by the bushes, & would soon enough dry up & flake
away. He shook his head, still seeing the women moving together. They'd
been totally into it-no acting, each giving herself to the other. He'd
never seen such raw passion in almost a decade working the sex trades
for Uncle Sugar. The idea that Tom would whore such talent out when he
could keep it pristine, putting it up on stage seemed especially
offensive, especially considering each really was married. But the fact
that the women were willingly giving it up would help his conscience; he
was going to have to bang 1 or both of them to get close to Tom, & while
the idea of sullying their marriage was repulsive, Jordan was enough of
a realist to admit he'd enjoy it at the same time, & that he'd soon
enough be prostituting them as well. just in a different way. He moved
to the far corner of the yard & waited, listening for any sign someone
had seen him or would if he stepped back out front. He took a different
route back to his car, & hid his smile at the suspicious glance he got
from the brunette's husband as he passed. Jordan followed at a
respectable distance, not chancing a look as he passed the house,
although he was careful to have the black box sitting on the passenger
seat on as he did. He pulled over in the nearest strip mall, pausing
long enough to make notes of what he had heard before he drove back to
the studio apartment he had rented downtown. For the 1st time in months,
he thought it might just work. 

Part XVII 

Franks tailed the blonde the next day, parking across the street from
her school until the morning stampede of parents eased before driving
around to identify her room; no use worrying some vigilant parent about
a potential letch. At the 1st recess period, he got out of the
non-descript gray Crown Victoria, pulled a painter's cap low on his brow
over dark sunglasses and a fake mustache, & carried a load of supplies
over to her windows. He set about cleaning them, deftly applying tiny
receiver/transmitters to different places on 4 separate panes before
finishing & retreating to his car. No one had challenged him, but then
he hadn't tried to go inside; he knew schools in America had become
almost openly paranoid after too many inexplicable shootings & the
ever-present if statistically tiny terrorist threat. He removed his
jacket & changed hats, then wandered through the teachers' parking lot,
bending to tie his unlaced shoe & at the same time placing a transmitter
under the bumper of Melissa's car; a 2nd transmitter had already been
left on the car outside her home, which her husband had taken when he'd
left for work. Jordan considered adding another bug to the car, but
reasoned he could use the parabolic mike if he needed to hear her-music
tended to degrade reception of the fixed units. He found a gas station a
few blocks away, glad he did not have to resort to a bus bench or phone
booth, & set a dual-band slow-speed recorder atop 1 of the foam ceiling
tiles. Checking that it was receiving properly, he returned to the
women's neighborhood, pulling up at the other woman's home 1st. 

He'd used a specialized receiver the day before to record the signal
husband's remote sent to the garage door opener. At the touch of a
button from a partially concealed position down the street, he raised
the door, then waited. When no one appeared & the door didn't go down,
he calmly pulled into the spacious garage, closing the door behind him.
He knew he had to work fast-he didn't know their schedules & the woman
might not work, or might work strange hours. He couldn't afford to be
caught anywhere near the house. Safely inside the garage, he donned
latex gloves & selected a few of the tools lying on the husband's
workbench-no use risking his own-& retrieved the brightly colored
toolbox in the backseat of his car. He removed an automated lock pick
but it proved unnecessary-the door was unlocked. An alarm began to
chirp, but he had already noted the alarm company, & after a peek at the
maker of the unit, a master code was all that was required to disarm the
alarm. Even better, the alarm had an 'easy' activate feature, so no one
need know the alarm had ever been off. 

Inside, he went to work quickly, copying lock patterns, bugging the
phones, & doing a limited search for information. By the time he left
50min later, he knew not only Kathy's full name, & she & her husband's
personal and employment information, but also the blonde woman's name &
number. He also had Polaroid proof that Kathy's husband was sleeping
around. It'd been carefully hidden, but no so much so his cursory search
uncovered it, & he guessed a suspicious wife would be more thorough. He
wondered if that had led the housewife to cuckold her hubby so
prolifically. Tabling such supposition, he backed out of the garage as
if he lived there, & making sure the door closed, drove around the
corner before pausing to test his equipment. The next hour was spent
'surveying' the blonde's home in a similar manner, though in that case,
he was more confident he would not be interrupted & took the time to add
a tiny video camera button in the bedroom, looking into the bathroom as
well with its tiny fisheye lens. He wasted no time, aware that a child
might come home for lunch, or either parent. Finished, he drove past the
law offices in which Kathy Dwyer worked, using binoculars to examine the
building from a safe distance. Mercifully few of the windows were
mirrored, but there was no sign of the woman he'd seen in church. He
hadn't expected to see her-secretaries seldom enjoyed a room with a
view. Instead, Jordan pulled into the parking lot's 'delivery' space. He
ducked into the trunk, adding a fake goatee to his mustache, a jagged,
vivid scar, as well as the ever-present glasses. A magnetic earring
completed his transformation. Capping his shaved head with a hat fringed
by fake dreadlocks & a matching jacket with the name 'Norm' stenciled
over the pocket, he took the vase of Amaryllis & the delicately
calligraphied card, then calmly went inside, asking at the guard's
station for directions to 'Ms. Kathy Dwyer.' The guard glanced at the
card without concern, but he had little reason to worry. Jordan knew
he'd walked through a concealed metal detector as he'd entered the
building. 

The elevator rose 2 floors to the appropriate lawyers' offices, &
consciously moving differently than he did as 'himself,' Jordan shambled
down the hall, stopping to stare dumbly at the sign on the corner
nearest Kathy's desk until she noticed, hurrying over to see if she
could help. She paled when he mumbled that he had flowers for her,
asking who'd sent them. Jordan executed a carefully practiced shoulder
shrug before he checked the slip of paper on the clipboard he held in 1
hand. "Dunno. it says 'anonymous' on the order form." he checked the
false order form again, "They uh paid in cash. There's a note, though."
The woman's hand shook visibly she reached for the note. "I need you to
sign 1st if you're Ms. Dwyer." "Mrs." She sniffed, searching her desk
for a pen. Jordan pulled his 'company logo' pen out of his pocket,
smiling when she turned back without having found 1. IT was the typical
pseudo-nice 'dealer pen' drug reps or other sales agents provide, with
an imaginary name & address, but a real dead drop phone number on the
casing, & a working microphone inside. "Here," he said, "Compliments of
Midwest Floral." She took it absently, scribbling illegibly where he
indicated, then almost tearing at the card rather than reaching for the
vase. "I can set it down for you." Jordan mumbled, setting it out of the
way on her desk, & surreptitiously dropping a 'back-up' mike into the
planter beside the desk as he did so. The mike had an adhesive back, but
he had seen them fall off when stuck under a desk before. 

He left, pretending not to notice how agitated the woman was. He'd
simply written 'Hope to see you again soon,' on the card, assuming she
worked a list of 'regulars' for Tom. He wondered if the reaction was
fear or arousal, finding the thought she could like a John over her man
disquieting. Safely back in his vehicle, he pulled out of the lot-no use
risking whatever additional surveillance he hadn't seen-before pausing
by the curb a block away to check the reception on the mikes; both
seemed to be working fine. He applied a slow speed recorder to the
bottom of a dumpster in a neighboring strip mall, using tape instead of
a magnet to avoid the risk of erasing the tape. Satisfied it was hidden
& would remain so, he considered making his next call to the hapless
Deacon, but changed his mind-no use worrying the man so much he
entertained other options. Instead, he drove back to the school,
entering the bathroom from the building's blind side to switch tapes, &
wishing he had the money the Fed-backed sting ops did-they could afford
more flexible & powerful toys, & receive at 1 distant site instead of
using the cumbersome, often faulty recorders. He smiled, though-the
Fed's transmitters were a guaranteed give-away if you had a 'bug
detector.' Which he did, & which he suspected his adversary did, as
well; the primary reason he was no longer attempting more direct
surveillance. 

He eased past the school. The kids were out on the playground again, &
he was pleased when he found a clear view of the teacher's lounge. The
room was like the adjacent classrooms, but had portable cubicle walls
partitioning a kitchenette with a refrigerator & microwave in 1 corner,
& several chairs & a pair of threadbare couches in the middle of the
room. At 1st, he didn't see the blonde. After a moment, he realized she
was outside, watching the children. He pulled away from the curb &
continued past the school, turning away from the playground before he
stopped again, aiming the parabolic mike through the open passenger
window at the woman, using a clamp to keep it near the side view mirror,
where it would not be easily seen. Her head was tipped at an angle, &
after just a second, it was obvious why: she was on a cell phone. He
quickly had a guess with whom she was talking. 

"... I'm serious! I can't go on like this; he'll find out if I do. No,
he'll find out. So it doesn't matter what you. No, I don't think it
would matter if it was 1 or a dozen-if he finds out, he'll leave me. I'm
not threatening you. No. I didn't mean. No. You can't. I never said
that. No, I'll do the rest: I've counted 52 so far, &.. What!?" Children
glanced at her but she was oblivious, & shrugging at one another, they
went back to their games. She'd sagged against the wall of the school,
"That's not. It's not fair. I've done at least 52 jobs for you, I. No,
that's every 1 of them. No! You never said that! I. but I. no, I. but
she. we didn't." After a long moment she took a ragged breath. Her voice
sounded lost when she spoke again, & she was barely whispering. "No,
don't send him that package; I'm not arguing with you. You're right; I
just hadn't thought about sharing anything. & I'll do what you say. I
owe you," there was a pause as she bit her lip, "But I can't keep doing
it here; he'll find out. When this started you said. I know. OK. yes, I
agree. I do. all right... I'm sorry about what I said. Yes, I'm ready to
work again. But!. all right, I'll be there tomorrow." She hung up, eyed
the swirling children momentarily, as if not really seeing them, then
focused & determined the location of the other teacher before keying her
cell phone. Jordan smiled to himself-if she was going to tell her friend
what she'd learned, he'd learn too, putting both halves of the
conversation together later. His careful planning was already paying
off. 

"Kathy Dwyer, please," the blonde tossed her hair angrily, turned away
from her fellow recess monitor & pulled a decorative flask from her
pocket, tipping it slightly but taking a strong hit before tucking it
quickly back into her coat. "No, I'm sure she's somewhere. Please find
her!" Her voice snapped, releasing some of the tension she'd obviously
bit back talking to her pimp. Franks wondered how the man managed that
from a distance. "Kat?" The relief in Melissa's voice was evident even
through the long distance pick-up. "God, it's so good to hear your
voice; you won't believe what I just. You're kidding! From who?. You
think?. Are you going to tell Tom?. What'll you say to Fred?. Oh, I
guess that'd work; I'll say that if he asks, sure." She paused, tangling
a lock of blonde hair with her free hand, "I called him. I know, but I
couldn't wait. No, I used my new cell. Didn't I tell you about it? I got
it last weekend, after we-after we were done. Yeah. But I paid cash; the
phone was free, & I can recharge it with more time anytime I want. In
fact, if you want, we can add a 2nd to the account for you, & talking
back & forth is free! OK. Yeah, I talked to the bastard. I hope you're
sitting down. I told him I couldn't keep doing all these guys downtown,
that I'd seen some of them while I was out with my husband. He assured
me they wouldn't say anything, & when I argued that they already had, he
asked if I meant that Jeff had figured out I was a whore. So then I got
mad & told him he hadn't-admitted he isn't suspicious, yet. & then he
got mad, threatening to 'fine' me for wasting his time. I tried to
explain I needed to be more careful, & he got irate, asking if I was
threatening him; telling me he'd be glad to send a package to Jeff to
show just what sort of a whore I really was. & then," she paused,
fighting for a breath, "I mentioned that I'd already done more than
50-jobs-& he laughed, asking where I'd gotten that number & telling me
I'd just finished my 32nd with you this weekend. I know, that's what I
said. But we were counting the guys we 'share.' He says that if 2 women
are working, & there are 10 men there, you get credit for 5. I know!
That's what I said. He just laughed & told me I could complain to the
better business bureau if I wanted to be sure Jeff would find out
everything. I know. It'll be like 2 or 3 years. Yeah, I know. I Know!
God, don't you think I realize that? So I backed off; even agreed to
work tomorrow, & right here again, downtown. So you'll probably get a
call. Thursday or Friday, too, I'd bet, but he didn't say that now.
Yeah, OK, but not tonight, the kids'll be home, & if we're going to be
out twice later in the week. Yeah, & I'm sorry about the news. I will.
Love you too." For a moment, the words threw Jordan, & then he
remembered again seeing the women together the day before-there was more
to their relationship than a shared joy of sex. Clicking the recorder
off, he pulled away, confident he could wait until Wednesday to call the
Deacon; the man didn't know it, yet, but his sins had earned him another
taste of the women in Tom's stable. Then he would be free, unless the
need for something else arose. 

Tuesday passed as a blur for both women. Each had addressed the amorous
needs of their husband the night before, Kathy with the detachment she'd
developed over the years of her marriage; Melissa so tipsy that after
Jeff had finished & dropped off to sleep, she barely remembered the
session, & lay awake for some time wondering if she'd said or done
anything he would ask about later. Unbidden, her thoughts turned to the
last time she'd cum with her husband. & to her horror, she could not
remember; the only recent orgasm she was sure she'd experienced apart
from the time with Kathy was with Tom on Saturday. Curling into a fetal
position, she shuddered, wondering if they'd already gone too far for
anything to be the same ever again, trying to understand how or why her
husband didn't (couldn't?) arouse her when her pimp could. Unconsciously
fingering her belatedly excited sex, she'd slipped into a restless
sleep. She spent the following day trying to hide frequent hits on her
flask, which to her irritation seemed to be empty sooner every day.
Kathy, meanwhile, fended off the unwanted advances of no fewer than 4
lecherous lawyers & legal assistants, a part of her laughing inside,
asking why she didn't just let them 'entertain' her for a lunch hour.
Most of the other girls had, & were doing better because of it. It
wasn't as if she was protecting her honor. Even as she thought about
what she might gain, though, she knew she wouldn't do anything-none of
the men was Mike. & whenever she thought about that-about him-her eyes
wandered to the flowers; she hoped he'd sent them. That, in turn, made
her feel guilty when she thought about the way she'd urged Melissa not
to argue with Tom-to do whatever he said. Somehow, she'd developed a
real need to have Michael's cock, & as a woman who'd prided herself for
years on not needing anything from any man, the change in attitude
would've frightened her, if she'd really been aware of it. Instead, it
felt almost natural that the memory of Michael inside of her kept her
semi-aroused throughout the day. 

Both women had agreed it would be best to use separate excuses for their
'work' that night; their husbands had begun to grumble about the time
they were spending together. Melissa called Jeff at the office, claiming
she needed to grade papers & host a late parent-teacher conference-a
means to be sure her husband wouldn't 'drop in' on her. Kathy told Fred
she'd been called to stay late as some of the partners prepared a case.
That met with the usual grunt; he'd be home tearing into his students'
latest papers until precisely 9:30PM, at which point he'd go to sleep,
never sure when-or if-Kathy got home. Melissa picked Kathy up, leaving a
car in the law office's garage, since it was nearer their 'appointment.'
They drove to the run-down apartment complex, neither giving a thought
to the familiarity with which the guard & some of the real tenants
nodded at them as they headed into the elevator & to room 413 to get
ready. Neither knew what the job would be-along or together or part of a
group. But they didn't really care. It was a chance to whittle away at
the daunting number each had learned still remained to their 'debt.'
They no longer needed to look at the notes taped to the mirrors,
reminding Tom's 'girls' that they weren't to overdo the make-up, weren't
to be too slutty in their dress, they were 'white slut housewives' after
all. Melissa unconsciously added eye shadow & reapplied mascara, then
added lipstick, which she never wore at work. Satisfied, selected a
leather miniskirt & a baby blue button front top, as well as black high
heels, forgoing stockings or hose, as usual. She also ignored the lacy
panties matching the demi-cup bra that was partially visible through the
shirt. Opening the drawer at her spot in the vanity occupying 1 wall of
the main room, she uncapped the Astroglide lubricant tube, inserting the
plastic tip between her labia to squeeze the glycerin jelly into her
sex. A second squirt lubed her backdoor, after which she reached into
her shirt & applied Vaseline to her nipples, a trick 1 of the 'long
time' girls had shown her. Trying to fight back a case of the shakes as
she considered she'd soon enough be considered a 'long time girl' by
others, Melissa tore her eyes away from Kathy's similar preparations,
nearly dashing into the bathroom with her purse. She emptied the flask
she'd refilled at the school before leaving, then leaned against the
sink, unwilling to look at herself in the mirror, & tried to maintain.
She heard the door open, & Tom's low voice filled the room. 

"Good evening, my ladies! I'm glad to see everyone here on time. where's
Melissa?" Biting her lip, she tucked the flask into her purse, stowed it
beneath the sink in an available spot, & opened the bathroom door. Tom
smiled broadly, possessively, "Ahh, there you are. I knew you wouldn't
give me any trouble tonight. Did I understand that you want to work
alone?" Melissa bit her cheek; she'd hoped to work with Kathy or at
least 1 of the other girls, but that would mean 'sharing.' If she were
going to get out of this any sooner, she'd have to trust that Tom
screened his customers. She nodded, & his smile widened. "Great. I have
a trio of Shriners who insisted they wanted a 'housewife to humble.'
You'll fill the bill perfectly, I'm sure." Melissa nodded, hating that
she felt grateful Tom had supplied her to out-of-towners. Maybe even
white out-of-towners, so she wouldn't be so sore after taking 3 of them.
She returned to the place at the mirror where she'd gotten ready,
retrieving a handful of condoms from the drawer. Kathy was paired up
with a redhead Melissa hadn't seen before, but who seemed comfortable
with what was happening. The other women were working as a tandem & a
trio serving like numbers, & another gal working a single 'regular' as
Tom called the locals who were steady clientele. Then Tom began passing
out the envelopes: room key, cab fare if it was necessary, 'customer'
names, & occasionally a note about what they wanted or expected. The
women removed the money & keys, read through the other information, then
left it in the waste can at the door. Melissa felt a pang of uncertainty
when he didn't have an envelope for her. He smiled broadly, "They don't
want you to know their names," he dug a key out of his pocket, "They're
in the hotel down the block so you can walk," more humiliation, she
realized. The key Kathy held was from the same hotel, but Tom was
apparently going to drive them over. She would have to get there like
any other streetwalking whore. "When you arrive, have the desk page
'Stan Straight,' & wait at the end of the bar nearest the desk. He'll
pick you up & take you to the room." She nodded, avoiding looking at
Kathy or the other women as she tucked her things into her 'party bag' &
joined the group of dressed to kill women at the door. There was another
tenant on the elevator as they went down, & while he blinked & smiled
politely enough, Melissa could feel his eyes wandering over the
assembled flesh, knowing what they were going out to do. She stopped to
catch her breath as the others headed for the garage or front door,
wishing she'd brought more to drink. She reminded herself she was to
wait at the bar, & that provided enough comfort that she set out,
ignoring the looks & occasional remarks of those she passed on the way. 

Jordan Franks was sitting in the bar at the downtown Residence Inn when
he saw Kathy enter with another woman-not the blonde, Melissa. They
headed to the elevators with an obvious sense of purpose, moving as if
they'd done it many times before. He let his eyes follow them openly,
appreciatively; hoping someone would notice. A moment later, another
obvious call girl entered at the front, & he guessed she was his
pigeon's entertainment for the night. He had hoped, when he told Chauncy
to make an appointment, that more women would be working at the same
hotel; more specifically, that Melissa or Kathy would be working. He
hadn't seen anyone twig to his 'I want that' look at the brunette, & he
had about decided Melissa was 'involved' elsewhere when she walked in
through the main revolving doors. It took a double take to realize it
was her. The blonde hair was teased in a sluttish manner, & she wore
much heavier make- up (if still less than 1 usually saw on a hooker)
than he'd seen at church. The clothes, too, were too revealing to be her
usual attire. He smiled, wondering how the school board would react to
her 'after hours' job, & again let an appreciative glance follow her as
she headed to the desk. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back
to his drink, downing fully 1/2 of it at once, then looking back. She
was almost up to him, entering the bar, & taking a seat 3 stools away.
Taking a chance, he signaled the bartender over & told him to 'fix the
lady up.' The barkeep eyed him hard, then moved down the bar to ask what
she wanted, jerking a thumb toward Franks. The blonde looked startled,
eyes still nervous as she looked toward Jordan, her mouth frowning
prettily. She shook her head, & the barkeep returned, "Sorry, buddy.
Says she doesn't want anything from you." Jordan snorted audibly, "Hell,
give her a 7 & 7, then. If she drinks it, great. If not, so what? But I
think we could have quite a party tonight." He'd spoken loudly enough
she could hear it, & he saw her back stiffen, but she made no other
response. Shaking his head, the barkeep mixed the drink & set it in
front of her. After a beat she glanced at it, & a few moment later,
picked it up & took a healthy swallow. He leaned over toward her, "Now
does that earn me a name?" She blinked, eyeing him with some anxiety, "&
you are?." "J Franks," he enthused, holding out a hand that she ignored,
"I just couldn't leave a pretty lady like you alone in a place like
this. it isn't right." "I'm not alone," she replied, "I'm waiting for
someone." "Oh," he let his face fall, then brightened after a moment,
"Well if that someone doesn't show up, maybe you'd let me fill in." Her
eyes blazed, & for a moment he thought she might shout, but instead she
turned to the drink, emptying it without a pause. He motioned to the
barkeep, who quickly provided a 2nd. "I don't think so," she said after
a minute. "Well let me call your secretary & we'll hook up another day,"
Jordan was winging it, hoping the man was watching from somewhere, "I'm
here the rest of the week, so you can always come back for a couple more
of those," he nodded at the glass, already 1/2 empty in her hand. At
just that moment, an overweight, middle-aged man glanced into the room.
His eyes lingered on the blonde at the end of the bar, a smile playing
at his lips. He stepped forward with growing confidence & draped an arm
around the petite blonde, "You rang for a Mr. Straight?" The woman, who
had leaned forward as if to escape the embrace, sat up, head swiveling
to look at him, "You're Mr. Straight?" "My friends & I," the man offered
that 1/2 smile again, "Why don't you come up to meet them?" She nodded,
draining the glass before standing to go with him. Jordan watched in
overt amazement, then sighed & signaled the bartender for another
martini. "Damn," he sighed, "That's 1 fine piece of ass to waste on a
Shriner." The barkeep shrugged a non-committal response, moving down the
bar to other patrons. "I wish I could find some of that," Jordan
murmured to himself as he stood to leave, throwing a generous tip onto
the bar. 

"Well, I may be able to help with that," the voice was higher pitched
than Jordan had expected, & when he turned, he found himself staring at
a man who did not fit the physical description he had of Tom. "Really?"
he managed, "You're not serious." "Oh, I assure you I am," the man
smiled, reminding Jordan of a shark, "I can hook you up with the most
amazing women. Imagine balling a nympho so hot she has to cheat on her
husband to get enough." "Right. But not that little hottie," Jordan
countered. "My man, you have GOT to let me surprise you," the man
smiled, "I'm Mike. Pleased to meet you...?" "No. it sounds like I'm
gonna be pleased to have met you," Jordan smiled, "I'm Jordan Franks." 

If it hadn't been for the fact she was beyond tipsy, Melissa would've
been scared. 'Mr. Straight' had been a perfect gentleman until he'd
closed the door to their suite to 'entertain' her. Almost immediately, 3
other men-not 3 total as Tom had told her-slipped out of the shadows,
picking her up & moving her bodily into the living room. They didn't go
to the bedroom, but turned her onto her stomach, facing backwards over a
deep plush chair. Before she was really aware of what was happening,
they'd handcuffed her hands to the legs of the chair, leaving her
dressed but exposed from the waist down, open to their advance. She
managed to remind them they had to use the condoms she'd brought, &
relaxed as she saw them tearing the packages open. No one bothered with
foreplay; 1 minute they were stripping down & donning 'raincoats,' the
next they were taking turns spanking her & thrusting into her exposed
ass or pussy. She struggled to find a rhythm-to go with what they were
doing-but as soon as she'd begin to accommodate whatever organ was
impaling her, the man using her body would stop, letting another try
something. The situation was maddening, made moreso by their refusal to
talk or answer her questions. She was grateful to the man who'd bought
her the drinks-if they weren't going to give her any pleasure, at least
the buzz she'd gotten was letting her go along for the ride. & that ride
seemed endless. For awhile she tried to count, but quickly lost any
coherent idea as to who it was moving behind her, moving inside of her.
She expected them to come around & have her suck them off, but they
didn't, simply impaling her increasingly aching crotch with maddeningly
incomplete strokes. She asked herself if Tom had somehow arranged for
her to be punished. She tried to see her watch, unsure how long they'd
been using her, but couldn't turn her wrist sufficiently. She tried to
tune out, & managed for awhile, before a new sound intruded; they had
some sports show on the television on the other side of the room, & for
a time no one was using her as everyone watched whatever it was. She
then endured an odd intermittent fucking as 1 or another passed her on
the way to the bathroom or kitchen. She was soon trembling with
embarrassment, having realized she was being treated no differently than
the furniture in the room. But she also refused to say anything; if the
Shriners chose not to ball her as hard & fast & long as they could, so
be it-after 3h Tom would retrieve her whether they were done or not. 

Which meant that when they did resume screwing her in earnest a short
time later, she'd nearly convinced herself she wouldn't be so totally
degraded as to be used for their ultimate sexual release. As each thrust
into her until they'd filled their condom, tears rolled down Melissa's
face. Still, though, she refused to speak. To ask them for anything
would be too humiliating. It was only when the man who'd picked her up
began to empty his spent condom into her hair that she shouted. Or tired
to; the moment she began someone else clapped a gag over her mouth.
Totally broken, she lay 1/2 upside down in the chair as they laughed at
their 'control' & smeared their jism into her hair, asking if she
understood her position in the world. She was there to be used, however
& whenever they-or any other man-wanted. Someone laughed that if she was
so upset she could pretty herself up in the bathroom, but warned they'd
just have to 'enjoy themselves' with her again when she was done. But
Melissa wasn't about to strip & shower in the suite whenever they
released her. No matter how bad she looked, she didn't' want to spend
any more time with the women hating crowd that was still abusing her
vulnerable form than Tom mandated. Even though it would mean more
humiliation on the walk back to the apartment to clean up. It'd be
obvious to anyone who saw her what she was. 

At the same time, Kathy was trying to move the right way & say the right
things as the John she'd met grunted & thrust over her. Better equipped
than she'd expected, given his obvious obesity, she'd nevertheless been
unable to get aroused enough to get off, & his stamina had begun to wear
at the lubricant lining her sex. She grimaced as his cockhead bluntly
hammered her cervix again; she was sure it was bruised, & wanted him to
stop, but knew that wasn't an option. For a time she'd lost herself,
imaging it was Michael thrusting into her, & doing that she'd managed to
get excited enough for her partner to lose 1 load. But he'd also managed
to stay hard, & she was beginning to wonder if he'd ever fire again. She
envied the redhead, who'd managed to score an oral climax & was already
finished getting the other guy off a 2nd time, leaving her time to primp
& clean up while Kathy tried to 'finish the job.' She manufactured a
groan, pumping her hips to meet the man's thrusts, & closing her eyes,
fervently wished it were Michael filling her sex. She felt a twinge at
that, & struggling not to lose it, managed a spark of arousal that in
turn seemed to flow into the guy banging her, as he stiffened, grunting
more loudly for a moment, pulling out a moment later. With an urgency
borne of experience, Kathy caught the base of his shaft, holding the
condom in place until he was out of her, then checking to be sure it
hadn't torn. She relaxed then, glad that it looked like neither of their
'customers' would be able to go again, & wondering if she'd see Michael
when they got back. 

Two floors above, Melissa had been unceremoniously rolled onto the
carpet, where 1 after another of her 'customers' was taking a 2nd more
intimate turn fucking into her until he came. Each straddled her, making
her apply the condom with her mouth, before thrusting into her hard &
fast until they came. No attempt was made to get her excited; she was
merely a living fuck doll. & she lay there unmoving, anxious for it to
be over, fighting not to grimace at the occasional tweak of a cock
sliding against the ring in her barely lubricated labia. When the gag
was removed, she forced herself to remain silent, but her mouth was free
for just a moment, before the 1st of the men to take her a 2nd time
slapped his bare cock against her mouth, shouting, "Clean me up, whore.
You made this mess!" She turned her head, not wanting to accept the
uncovered shaft, but at a sharp pain as someone tweaked the ring in her
nipple, her mouth yawned wide, & then he was inside of her mouth. Soft &
wet, cum still leaking from the tip, the taste of latex still present on
his skin. She managed not to gag, praying it would end then. It did,
almost. When they'd all finished, they stood over her, upending the
condoms she'd saved. Her dress, which had been pushed up to her waist, &
her entire bare chest & abdomen were quickly smeared with their mingled
jism. Then they trooped back to the room with the television; she'd been
nothing but a moment's entertainment. Wiping feebly at the cum staining
her skirt, Melissa buttoned her shirt, dismayed to find several buttons
were gone. The cum in her hair was drying, leaving matted tangles she
didn't want to see. Scooping up the tiny purse & her heels, she paused,
realizing they'd left the minibar open. Without a glance over her
shoulder she reached in, blindly filling 1 hand with the small bottles
before she stepped shakily from the suite. She was desperately glad that
there was no one in the hall. Her crotch was sore from the relentless
screwing, & she winced at the thought that Tom would want her back in
the apartment in less than 24 hours. She eyed the elevator, then
remembered the spacious, well-lit foyer at the hotel's front. She turned
instead to the stairwell at the opposite end of the hall, pausing at the
window to look out. 'Her' apartment was at the opposite end. Cursing her
continued bad luck, she almost ran back to the other end of the 'wing'
of rooms, entering that stairwell & descending past four or five turns
blindly before she sat down on the bare concrete steps, glad for the
cool air that reached her parted thighs as she opened the 1st of the
bottles in her hand. Gin, but she swallowed it like water, pausing only
long enough to open the 2nd bottle-tequila. She sat for a moment,
savoring the warmth in her belly, the 1st pleasant thing she'd felt
since they'd thrown her over the chair like a side of beef. She stood
again on shaking legs, suddenly aware she needed to pee. She giggled at
the thought she could leave a trail on the steps without pausing & no
one would know. But she didn't. Gripping the handrail for support, she
slowly went down the steps to the main level, then continued to the
basement garage entrance another level down. Opening the door, she was
thankful for the darkness, the opposite of how she'd normally feel, even
in much safer areas than downtown. Seeing no one, she stepped out,
letting the door close quietly behind her. It clicked loudly, & she
tested it, finding it locked. Staying along the white painted cinder
block wall, Melissa moved around the fronts of cars, headed for a door
at the corner of the street where she'd passed what seemed like hours
before. She reached the door unchallenged, & throwing her head back, she
opened the door, hoping the darker side of the street, away from the
overhead lights on the far side, would hide her grotesque appearance.
She'd stepped fully into the night air when she realized someone was
beside the door. She turned, a scream in her throat. It was Tom. 

"You're not tryin' to sneak, out are you?" "I." Melissa bit back the
anger that she knew could get her in more trouble, & tilted her head
down, hoping he didn't notice the booze on her breath, "I'm not. They'd
finished. They just left me. I'm a mess. They weren't interested in
pleasure, just humiliating me." Tom nodded knowingly, confirming what
Melissa had suspected; it was a punishment of sorts. "& it was 4 men.
Not 3." His eyebrows rose at that, & Melissa felt a strange delight,
knowing he was angry at someone else over their treatment of her.
"You're sure?" his voice had dropped, becoming menacing, "I'm a whore,
I'm not stupid," she answered, then reeled off all 4 names. He reached
out, a big hand closing gently on her shoulder. "& am I right that
you've learned your lesson?" She nodded, biting her lip. "What's that?"
"I learned my lesson," she whispered. "What lesson?" Melissa bit back
her anger, "That you're the 1 who says who does what to who, when, &
where. Or doesn't. That I don't threaten you. That I don't call you a
liar." He nodded, "Pretty good learning. only took 1 harsh trick. Just
remember that the next time you want to give me any lip." Melissa
nodded, letting him lead her back toward the apartment complex. "I
thought you might try to slip back without being seen in there," she
could see him smile, even in the near total darkness, "It's good that
you have a sense of pride even doing this work. But be careful that you
don't get in trouble because of that. Imagine if that wasn't me back
there." Melissa nodded meekly. Then let's get you cleaned up before the
other girls see this mess." 

Without another word, he led her to the back of the apartment building,
producing a key that let them in the locked steel-reinforced back door.
Instead of heading up, though, Tom opened a 2nd similarly braced door
just inside & guided her down a flight of narrow steps into total
blackness. When he flipped a switch she hadn't seen in passing at the
bottom, the sudden light made her cry out & shield her eyes. "This
here's where I started having the girls get ready. Now it's mostly
storage." She noticed there were several empty boxes, & rolls of packing
tape atop others that were sealed shut. "Are we moving?" she asked
without thinking. Tom chuckled, "Naw, I just got to get some of this to
a safer place. No go around the corner. There's a shower there. Who
knows, maybe I'll join you in a minute. Melissa nodded, not trusting
herself to look in his eyes, afraid that he might do as he'd said, &
more afraid that despite being sore, the thought had begun to arouse
some part of her. She hurried into the bathroom, relieved to find a 1/2
empty bottle of the blue Listerine. Remembering the cum she'd swallowed,
& anxious to mask the booze, she took a healthy swallow, choking loudly
before gargling with a 2nd large mouthful. She turned on the shower, to
see Tom standing in the doorway. His eyes were unabashedly at her waist.
"Damn," he shook his head, "They messed you up pretty good, for white
boys." She nodded, wondering if he'd have mercy & not ball her. "But it
looks like they left your ass pretty much alone." She considered that;
true, a couple had plowed her bottom early on, but they'd pretty much
stuck to trying to ruin her pussy for experiencing pleasure anytime
soon. She bit her lip, unsure whether she could comfortably take her
pimp in the ass without some vaginal stimulation 1st. The thought of
some mutually pleasurable sex was undeniably exciting, though. 

Tom moved into the small bathroom but turned at the vanity, opening a
drawer, "Here, be sure to put some of this on your box. It's got Aloe &
DMSO-stuff they use on horses & athletes aren't supposed to use, but it
works. You'll be ready to ride in no time, I promise." She nodded,
taking the tube he'd offered. He smiled, broadly, "Tell you what. My new
partner will be bring the others back, so lets get into the shower &
I'll help you put it on." Melissa nodded again, aware of the growing
buzz in her clit, & wishing she could blame cold air for her suddenly
rigid nipples. By the time Tom was naked, she knew she was visibly
excited, & had gently tweaked her swollen bud several times, finding her
'customers' hadn't been sufficiently thorough to truly ruin her. She
grasped Tom's thick bicep & stepped back into the shower, bringing him
along with her. His hands caressed her flesh, which tingled at his touch
& the spray of steaming water. After a moment he paused to help her
clean her hair & body, ridding the last vestiges of the other men's cum
from her skin. Then Tom bent his head, lifting 1st 1, then the other
breast to his lips, kissing & sucking at her nipples until she was
moaning constantly, rubbing her sore pussy against his muscular thigh.
His fingers knowingly worked her throbbing clit until she was on the
edge of an orgasm, & then he flexed his knees. Melissa didn't hesitate;
she had to feel him inside of her. Reaching down, she held his swollen,
rigid cock in 1 hand, while spreading the deep pink lips of her sex,
bringing him to her. into her. He held perfectly still, balancing
against the side of the stall & supporting her weight as she lowered
herself onto his wonderful cock. But while it felt as incredible as the
memories she tried to repress insisted, there was also pain, & when she
winced, Tom quickly lifted her off of his tool. "Shhh," he soothed,
"It's OK. there's time for that later. You'll be fine." Turning her away
from the hot spray, he opened the bottle, working the oily lotion into
her sex. It hurt, but was quickly followed by a penetrating warmth, &
Melissa didn't complain. There was a seat in the stall, that he lowered
her onto before standing before her; the message was clear. Leaning
forward, Melissa welcomed his cock into her throat, reveling in the
pleasure that gave her compared to what had happened before. It was
proof enough she wasn't just meat. Her head bobbed with increasing
speed, & she sucked at him strongly, wanting to taste him again. He
stopped her though, smiling down at the hurt in her eyes as she looked
up, "Oh no. I know you want it, but tonight I want that delicious ass."
Melissa smiled in response, some part of her ignoring reason & logic, as
if he never said such things to the other women. She rose & turned,
bending at the waist, bracing her arms against the fixed seat. His hands
caressed her waist, 1 holding her in place as the other opened a bottle.
She relaxed further, glad that he was taking time for more lubricant,
despite her ample experience by then, not to mention her continued
arousal. As he worked a thumb into her ass, the same warmth bloomed, &
she guessed he'd used the same lotion. As that was sinking in, his big
cock pushed slightly into her ass. She bit her lip at the momentary
pain, but then it was past, & the sensation of his shaft filling her
totally was nearly enough to get her off. She reached down, tweaking her
clit a single time in order to climax as he began to thrust in & out.
She'd done her oral work well, or Tom wasn't trying to prolong it; in
less than a minute he'd spumed, pumping a load into her medicated ass.
When he pulled out, she quickly turned & used her hands, hair, & mouth
to clean his cock. 

Tom stepped out of the shower, nodding his satisfaction with Melissa's
behavior. He knew that Michael was right about several things, even if
he did have reservations about the drugs. Chief among the rules he had
always followed was to show a girl who'd done bad but learned her lesson
that he could be a lover as well as the punishing father. & while there
were always women he wished he could bring alone when relocating,
Melissa was quickly proving herself 1 of the exceptional girls. The
Johns raved about her, the other girls had no complaints, & while he
wouldn't admit it to her, the fire she'd shown-a drive he knew she still
had to suppress, despite suggestions in her behavior to the contrary-was
attractive. He hoped Michael wouldn't respond to her 1st acting out by
turning her into a sex fiend as he had Kathy. While the brunette had
become more willing, if anything, to do the jobs, Tom thought something
was missing; he guessed her drug-based need to be with Michael was
interfering with her feeling any pleasure on the job, & wondered how it
was affecting her home life. Making a mental note to warn his successor
about such potential problems in situations where the wife had a 'happy'
marriage, he remembered the other thing he needed to tell his little
slut housewife. 

"You gonna be OK now?" She nodded, stopping the water & toweling off,
not caring that he was watching her. He smiled at that, "Good. I'm gonna
need you tomorrow, too." She opened her mouth as if to argue, but
shrugged instead. "I know that's 2 times here when you've said you're
seeing too many locals away from your work for me. I understand that.
But this trick's special. He saw you saunter in tonight, maybe you
remember him. he bought you a drink, I'm told." He paused, & she nodded,
not meeting his eyes. "Good. Anyway, he's here in the hotel for a week
while his place is being renovated. So he's a potential regular for you,
which would knock those numbers down without putting you at risk of
seeing every Tom, Dick, & Harry that uses me once in awhile. I was going
to have you work some more Shriners- classier guys, who'd want to take
you to dinner 1st, believe it or not-but I think this will be the best
bet for you. Flying you out of town would mean overnight stays, which
would be a risk given your marriage, & would be more expensive, so you'd
have to work more. I'll still probably fly you & the others to Vegas or
NYC or New Orleans. that sort of thing 2 or 3 times a year for a 'long
weekend,' but the traveling is otherwise a hassle. In the summer-that's
when I arrange those 'day trips' I'd mentioned. So for now let's find
you a guy who loves banging another guy's wife, & you can cut down on
the 'quickie' work. Understand?" Melissa nodded, & he reached out,
caressing her cheek, "That's my girl. Show him an especially good time,
tomorrow." "Does he have a name?" Tom smiled at the return of the fire
he associated with the petite blonde. "Sure does. Michael says he's
Jordan Franks. Now, he's going to check him out, make sure he's on the
level. But Mikey said he got good vibes, & the name didn't ring up any
hits when I ran it through the CIC computers awhile ago, so I'm guessing
you're gonna be balling 'Daddy Warbucks' tomorrow night, Little Orphan
Annie. Now get dressed & get upstairs to the other girls. Don't want
your lover waiting for you." Melissa blushed, surprised that Tom knew
she & Kathy were more than friends. & not surprised; he always seemed to
know everything. She balled the stained skirt in 1 hand after donning
sweats that were hanging in the closet, & checking that there was no
longer cum leaking out of her well plumbed ass, she grabbed the tube of
medicated lotion he'd provided, then headed up the rickety stairs,
closing the door & hurrying into the lighted hall 20' away, turning to
go to the elevators. Kathy was talking to the redhead when Melissa
entered. Two of the other girls were still around, too. 

Melissa took the empty stool beside her friend, sitting down heavily, &
crossing her arms to lay her head on the counter. "Not too bad?" Kathy
asked, eyeing her friend for a moment. "Oh, the job was horrible. But
Tom brought me back. He." she giggled, "He made it all right." Kathy
just blinked at her, then reached for her purse, "Glad you had such a
fun time," she snapped. Melissa sat up sharply, biting back the 1st
response that came to mind. She remembered the way her friend had
reacted to Michael the other day. "Michael wasn't around tonight?" Kathy
shook her head. Melissa started to speak, then shook her head-no reason
to get herself in trouble again so quickly. She held up a finger,
shucked the sweats she'd borrowed, adding them to the laundry pile with
the skirt, & collecting her own things. "C'mon." Down in the car, she
could barely contain herself, but she waited until they were on the
highway again, headed safely for home. "What is it?" Kathy finally
asked, "You've been grinning like you just saw Santa Claus since before
we left." "That's 'cause I got good news!" Melissa teased, "Lover, I
have the answer to your every need. so long as we're 'working girls'."
"You're drunk!" Kathy scolded. "Actually, I'm not. right now, at least,"
Melissa stopped herself from saying anything more, but wondered how much
of what she'd just said was a joke, & how much was an admission. "Your
lover boy is Tom's new partner." "No he isn't. he just works at the
clinic." Melissa shook her head, reaching over to shake her friend's
arm, "Would you stop pouting & listen to me? Who was I with tonight?"
"How should I know. some Shriners." "Yeah, the Shriners from Hell. After
that. Who was I with after that?" ". Tom." "Right. & now I have this
amazing news." "You're saying Tom told you that?" "Uh-huh. In fact, he
also told me your big kahuna may've found me a regular. So I don't keep
bumping into guys who've been inside of me." "So that means." "That
means that if you tell him how you feel. hell, if you just let him know
you'll service him whenever he wants, he'll be yours as long as you can
stand it." Melissa's hand was still on her friend's arm, & she felt the
shiver that ran through Kathy's body. "Are you all right?" Kathy nodded,
wondering how to tell Mel that she'd spent the entire 2nd round-the men
hadn't been as spent as she'd thought when they'd seen her begin to play
with herself-imagining she was with Michael. & that it'd helped make
ho-hum sex orgasmic sex. She shook her head, aware things were becoming
more & more complicated. "What a pair we make, eh?" "You know it. I
wonder if my high school guidance counselor ever thought I'd end up a
prostitute!" Both women laughed-there wasn't really a choice. A few
minutes later, Melissa dropped Kathy off at the law offices, before
turning for home. Whatever residual pleasure she'd known after being
with Tom had become sufficient guilt that by the time she pulled into
the garage, though, that she paused to fix herself a coffee mug sized
shot before she tiptoed to bed, pausing in the bathroom only long enough
to apply a 2nd dose of the lotion, & to remind herself that no matter
how uncomfortable sex might be the next day, she had to be more than
good for her trick the next night 

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