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Johnson's Heaven
by Kellis


Episode 2: Sybil


Next morning "Helen" arrived promptly at the penthouse.  Relieving her 
of two suitcases, Johnson led her first to a motel-style room containing
desk, chair, made-up bed and adjoining bathroom.  A large mirror over 
the desk let it serve as a vanity.  "This one is yours," he said.  
Thereafter he gave her a guided tour of his domain.

Aside from the master bedroom, his so-called "office" was the room of 
greatest interest to her.  It contained a large desk that supported 
three two-foot flat-screen monitors, a keyboard, mouse and an odd device
that resembled a videogame controller.  On its own stand beside the desk
stood a desktop computer with flashing lights.  A second stand held a 
color printer.  Two captain's chairs faced the desk.  A long couch sat 
against the wall on one side with a multi-drawer filing cabinet on the 
other.  One other door but no window appeared in the wall.

"That machine has a broadband Internet connection," Johnson told her, 
"in case you're interested.  Do you know your way around the Internet?"

"Well, I can get to Wikipedia."

"And a dictionary?"

"Yes."

"So you have some computer experience?"

"At work."

"That's good enough to start."

His foot touched a desk drawer.  "All my videos to date are in here.  
One of your jobs will be to sort them by type -- by girl, really -- and
file them away on the computer hard drive, which won't take you long.  
There's less than 40 flash drives in that drawer.  After they're filed,
keeping up with new girls will be no trouble at all."

"You've ... entertained 40 girls here?"

"Probably more than that, although I've had repeats and a few parties."
He gestured at the desk.  "Here you can set up and control the cameras 
in the main room.  You'll learn how to do it.  I'll also want you to run
the cameras when other girls are entertaining me.  You'll do that from 
in here -- with that joystick.  Sometimes you'll be nude in the den.  
Now what do you say?"

"Nude in front of strangers?"

"Pretend you're still in college.  Why is that a problem?  You certainly
have nothing to be ashamed of."

She sighed.  "Thank you, I guess.  What did you want me to say?"

"Whether or not you'll stay.  Does it look interesting?"

"I'm sure it will be."  She shrugged.  "You know that I have to stay."

"I was counting on it.  How long have you been looking for a job."

"Long enough to get broke and hungry."  She took a breath and bit her 
lip.  "If I'm going to work for you, I have to tell you: my real name is
Clara Bantry."

"Not Helen?"

"No, but I wish it was.  Maybe I'd have better luck."

He shrugged.  "Then as far as I'm concerned, it's Helen, but you should
tell my accountant 'Clara.'  And welcome aboard, Helen!"

"Thank you, sir."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Good.  We'll have lunch about one.  Hope you like Italian."

"I do."

"All right."  He typed briefly on the keyboard.  "Sit down and watch.  
You might like it."

What appeared on one of the large screens was her entire interview of 
yesterday, from his "I don't bite hard" jest to the call for a taxi.  
The cameras had caught her voice and expression faithfully, including 
her final display of a wet but empty mouth.

"You have great teeth, Helen."

"Took care of them."

"How'd you like the show?"

Her lip curled.  "I never went much for porn."  She gestured.  "And 
that story sounds so depraved!"

He chuckled.  "Which is the charming part.  I want you to edit it.  
Without losing anything.  That'll show me your aptitude for the job.  
Now let's go back to your bedroom and let you change into something 
more comfortable."

That proved to be a calf-length bathrobe, more fancily embroidered than
his, and slippers.  She was allowed to keep wearing only ear and finger
rings.

When she stood nude, before donning the robe, he opened his and pulled 
her into it.  His fingers parted her bottom lips.

"Interesting.  Are you always ready?"

She grinned.  "It's something about being next to a man."

His fingers worked inside her.  "What, do you suppose?"

"Maybe the odor."

"Are you saying I stink?"

"Of man and aftershave.  I like both odors."

"Even unwashed man?"

"Including armpits without deodorant."

He chuckled and tweaked a nipple.  "You may be a throwback, Helen.  I've
heard in the Middle Ages young men carried handkerchiefs in their 
armpits to trail under girls' noses."

"I suppose it was effective."

"Not like gold.  That was the universal aphrodisiac -- still is."

"Even as paper," she agreed dryly.  "Is this leading to something?"

He shoved her gently, saying, "Sit on the bedside," adding when she 
obeyed, "I want to see the jizz squirt into your wide-open mouth."

She glanced around.  "I don't see any cameras."

"Not in the bedrooms.  We can do it later for them."

His hips thrust at her.  She leaned forward and took in the turgid 
organ.  After a few strokes her nose was striking the pubic pad.

"I love this, Helen.  You really do a deep throat.  So many women gag.
Experience has cured that in you, yet your expression is so solemn, 
innocent and pure.  You still have the face of a high school girl, one 
who never saw a cock, much less tasted hundreds.  Knowing _that_ draws 
the jizz right out of me ...  Stop with the head just clear of your 
open mouth and work the skin with your fingers."

He stared avidly, grunting, as semen spurted into her red darkness.  
When it had reduced to a dribble, he said, "Now suck out the rest," and
groaned with the renewed contact.

"You're quick," she observed, releasing him and swallowing.

"Always, the first time.  Get further back on the bed."

He followed her, lowering his face between her legs, which he draped 
over his back.  His tongue probed her knowingly.  She shuddered and 
moaned, soon closing her legs on his ears.

He raised his head with a wet grin.  "I'm not the only quick one."

"Sucking cock is _so_ stimulating!"

"So is licking pussy."

He crawled over her and inserted his renewed stiffness.  Shortly her 
heels rose and beat his buttocks.  Her moaning resumed.

He pistoned her for 20 minutes before his second climax while she came 
again and again.  At last he rolled off her and raised his head on an 
elbow, grinning as she lay panting.

"Truly you are a hot one, Helen," he said admiringly.  "A lot of women 
come twice with that sequence then lose interest.  They're relieved when
I finally quit."

"It works best for the right man," she said with a gasp.

His eyebrows rose.  "I'm the right man already?"

"You must be.  Your dick sure hits the right place."

"The mysterious G-spot?"

She only smiled.

He frowned slightly.  "It's a bit late to say this, but I hope you're on
birth-control."

"I started new pills last night.  Of course they haven't had time to 
work so I borrowed a couple of progestin from ... Tawney."

"What's that?"

"Emergency contraceptives.  If you're fertile I ought to get up and take
one."

"Far as I know."

A buzzer sounded.

Rising off the bed, he said, "That's our pizza.  Take your pill while we
eat."


* * *


Back in the office he showed her how to manage the flash-RAMs by 
plugging them individually into the computer then using the keyboard and
mouse to display their contents and skip through them forward and 
backward.  Each chip contained three files, one each, he explained, from
the three cameras in the den.

"You can select interesting segments and find where they overlap by 
noting the elapsed times, then combine segments into one file on the 
hard drive."

He let her "drive" while verbally directing her, showing her what 
constituted "interesting segments," in his opinion, and how to copy them
sequentially into a composite file.  In addition to most of the verbal 
interview, they consisted of the woman's divestment of clothing, 
close-ups of her face and female parts, transitions between styles of 
fucking and especially of any ejaculation into her mouth or onto her 
face.  She was to give the composite file, located in a "girls" folder 
on the hard drive, the same name as the subject girl, taken from a 
magic-marker inscription on the flash-RAM.

"I always thought porn has too much repetition," he said.  "Don't dwell
on any regular action too long, not more than maybe 10 seconds, except 
of course a climax or when the girl is saying or doing something 
particular like a deep throat."

She said, "I noticed how you left out the straight fucking."

"You get the idea."

"The idea I get is that you want me to use judgment.  I thought my job 
would be fucking and sucking."

He grinned slightly.  "How about a thou a week?"

Her eyes brightened.  "As my salary?"

"You got it.  Unless you're actually there in the den, I want you to 
supervise the three den cameras from in here when I'm being entertained.
You do that with this joystick: zoom, pan and tilt.  I want close-ups of
tits and pussy, deep-throating and climaxes.  Here, I'll show you."

Her salary was not mentioned again for months.


* * *


The first night began with him in her bed, both nude, and the bright 
overhead lights turned on, bedcovers at the foot.

"Turn over on your belly," he directed.

She saw a K-Y tube in his hand and while turning, noted dryly, "I 
wondered when you'd think of this."

He smirked slightly.  "Your asshole is a little pink star.  It's hard to
believe so many cocks have been up it."

She smirked in return.  "Some guys really liked it."

He squatted between her legs.  She twitched when he pushed cold jelly 
into her crack.  He asked, "Did they say why?"

"My professor did."  She gasped as the cold knob pressed into her anus.

When it was well lodged, he said conversationally, "What was his 
opinion?"

"That you could come more pleasantly while deep in a rectum -- less 
restriction.  Of course he was the one with the very sensitive 
dickhead."

"The one who let you tie him up and suck him through the pain.  I may 
have to try that.  Can I trust you if I'm tied up?"

"You can trust me," she said dryly.

"I think I can even believe you.  You pushed out when you felt my cock,
which bespeaks experience.  How many cocks have been up your ass?"

"I didn't count them."

"Guess."

She was silent a moment while he worked in her entrails.  "Maybe twenty
or thirty individual cocks."

"Some of them more than once?"

"Lots more.  Oh, god!"  She began fingering her clit.

"Feels good, does it?"

"It feels like it _ought_ to feel good."

Although he had fucked her in the morning and again before supper, his 
third climax of the day was not long delayed.  He strained at fullest 
penetration, grunted several times and fucked several more strokes 
before relaxing and letting his weight fall upon her back.

Breathing heavily, he said, "Your professor was right: it keeps feeling
good."

"No pain, I gather."

"Just thrills gradually fading out.  This has a lot to be said for it.
Next time I'll put you on top and play with your tits."

"Good.  I can mash _you_."

He backed off her.  "Turn over and I'll give you a bit of fun too."

As expected, her "bit of fun" arrived via a thorough clit licking.  
Although administering it revived his drooping manhood, when it was 
clear she had come, he backed away, wiped his face on the bed clothes, 
got up, turned off the light and left the room.

"Well.  Okay," she muttered with a satisfied giggle and went immediately
to sleep.

"Oops!" was her reaction in the morning when she saw the brown stain on
the sheet.


* * *


"Let's see how you do in the office," he told her after breakfast a day
later, having twice more taken her anally.  "A new girl is coming at 
ten.  You will run the cameras.  The main thing is not to miss anything
that's the slightest bit titillating."

"What if my idea of titillating is different from yours?"

He grinned.  "I imagine any differences would be subtle.  But I retain 
the remote control, which overrides your joystick."

The girl that he buzzed in was a mousy, very young, brunette, unmadeup 
and wearing a shirt with frayed jeans and dirty sneakers.

"You're late!" he accused as she hesitantly approached his couch.

She swallowed and began to respond before he interrupted.

"Speak up for the cameras!"

She blinked and said louder, "The cameras?"

"Actually the microphones on them.  Why are you late?"

"It was farther than I thought."

"You had to walk?"

Her eyes dropped as she nodded.

"Well, come on in and take a seat.  I don't bite -- not too hard."

She obeyed, sitting across from him on the facing couch, hands on her 
knees.

"You won't have to walk when you leave here.  Tell me your name again."

"Sybil."

"Sybil," he repeated thoughtfully.  "Do you prophesy you'll have a cock
in your mouth in an hour?"

"Huh?"  She blinked wide eyes.

"The oracles of ancient Greece were called Sybil."

Her expression was unenlightened.

"What are you doing here, Sybil?" he asked dryly.

"K-Kaylee told me where to go."

"Kaylee who?"

"Just Kaylee.  D-Don't you know?"

He grinned.  "Oh, I do know one Kaylee.  What did she say would happen?"

"Um.  That you would ask me lots of personal questions."

"And then?"

"If you like my answers, I would suck your dick.  Oh.  And you would 
give me lots of money."

Her expression had turned hopeful.

"Then let's start with the questions.  How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"You sure?"

"Yes, sir."  Her face was grave.

"We'll go with that.  I find that people are franker when they're naked.
Take everything off."

"Even my sneakers?"

"Yes."

She took a breath.  "My feet are dirty."

"Didn't Kaylee give you a bath?"

"No, sir."

"I won't ask you how long since the last one.  And I want to see your 
dirty feet.  Take it all off, Sybil."

Heaving a great sigh, she toed off her sneakers, exposing stained bare 
feet, stood up and slowly disrobed.  Her breasts were little more than 
raised nipples but hips and thighs were adequately fleshed.  Her pubes 
had been shaved but not recently.

Johnson said sourly, "What if I asked to card you?"

She stood with hands on hips, offering no concealment.  "My ID says I'm
twenty-two."

"But you're eighteen.  Hell, I'd believe fourteen!"

"The bartenders won't believe it either."  Her chin rose again.  "But 
I'm eighteen."

"Okay.  Eighteen.  Sit back down and pull your knees up.  Show me that 
rich smelling pussy."

She obeyed, complaining, "Ain't had a bath in three days."

Carla zoomed the camera that looked over Johnson's shoulder until the 
girl's pubic area filled the screen.  The wrinkled labia remain closed 
despite spread legs.

Johnson directed, "Pull open your pussy lips."

Her forefingers exposed the dark red interior with no sign of a 
maidenhead.  Recalling her own experience, Carla zoomed closer while 
turning on the camera lamp.  Sight of the dimpled wet cervix was a 
confirmation that pleased her.

"Very good," said the man.  "Relax and let's talk.  How many cocks have
been in that little hole?"

"Thirteen different," said the girl as Carla zoomed out and turned off 
the lamp.

He chuckled.  "You're positive about it."

"I counted.  Ain't been that long since the first."

"How long?"

"Three months."

"Your first fuck was at eighteen?"

"Seventeen.  It was my stepfather.  I ran away."

"Tell me about it."

She shook her head disgustedly but said, "Mama's gone to work on the 
second shift.  He comes into our bedroom wearing just a T-shirt with his
dick sticking out and goes, 'It's either you or your little sister.'

"Sissy is just fifteen and starts whimpering.  I'm like, 'Get out of 
here, honey.'  She runs out of the room and he gets on top of me and 
fucks me."

"Just like that?  How did you know what he meant?"

"With his dick sticking straight out?"

"Okay.  What did he use for lubrication?"

"Spit."

"Were you scared?"

"Not really.  I knew what he wanted was natural even if it was wrong."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"I'll say it did!  And he made me bleed."

"Stained the sheet, did you?"

"A whole lot, and I had to wash it."

"Did your mother discover it?"

"No!  I made sure of that.  It nearly killed her when daddy left for 
another woman."

"So what happened next?"

"Funny.  With Sissy crying on my shoulder I hear him and Mama fucking 
when she gets home."

"Didn't he come in you?"

"I don't know.  All I felt was hurt."

"How long did that first time last?"

"Not long, just too long for me."

"I'm sure he did come but it left him turned on, probably because of 
your cherry.  This is interesting, Sybil.  But weren't you outraged that
he was doing you instead of your mother?"

"Outraged?"  She blinked.  "I knew it was natural."  She grinned.  "To 
tell the truth, I'd been feeling jealous of all the girls at school."

"Why was that?"

"They was getting screwed and I wa'n't."

He grinned.  "Felt you were missing out, did you?"

"Yeah.  Yes, sir."

"When was your next fuck?"

"The very next night.  He runs Sissy out, licks my clit and fucks me 
again."

"Well, he wasn't ignorant of females.  Did you come?"

"With the licking.  The fucking still hurt, not as much.  It was 
starting to feel good when he quit.  This time I felt it."

"Felt what?"

"His juice.  And he fucked Mama again as soon as she got home."

"He was in pig heaven.  When did you start enjoying the fucking too?"

"About the fourth time."

"Sounds like it was getting good for you.  Why'd you leave?"

"After a couple weeks he threw _me_ out of the room and screwed Sissy 
instead.  I couldn't stand that.  Was out of the house before morning."

"A fit of jealousy?"

"No.  He made her scream."

"Many women do that when they come."

"She wa'n't coming.  I hear him slap her and holler, 'Shut up!'"

"Where did you go?"

"I had a little money.  Walked to the bus station and caught the next 
bus to the city.  Been here ever since."

"What have you been doing here?"

She shrugged.  "Fucking.  Can't find a job."

"You only had thirteen johns?"

"Twelve.  One of them, the taxi driver, was my pimp."

"So why'd you quit whoring?"

She grinned slyly.  "Looks like I ain't quit."

"Ah.  You caught a disease, didn't you?"

"The clap.  Kaylee got me cured."  She shook her head.  "I'd be dead or
dying if I hadn't met Kaylee."

"How'd that happen?"

"She comes up to me on the street corner and says, 'Let me see your 
hand.'

"I stick it out.  She goes, 'That'll fit.  And you don't look like you'd
give me any trouble.  How'd you like to help me fuck a swinging couple?'

"I've been standing there a couple days, so I perk up.  'How much?'

"Off we go to a hotel.  I get to suck the man and fist the woman, both 
cunt and ass, would you believe, while he fucks Kaylee in the ass.  And
I don't even have to tell my pimp about the money."

Johnson laughed along with her giggle.  "Good for you.  And you don't 
have to report it this time either."

"He's the one that gave me the clap.  I'm through with him, which means
I can't use my corner.  After Kaylee cured me, she sent me to you."

"Okay.  So you fisted the swinging woman.  Tell me about that."

Sybil shrugged.  "Not much to tell.  She's kind of fat.  Comes on to me,
like, 'How sweet you look!'  She starts hollering while I'm pumping her
cunt and blubbers a lot after I push through her big loose asshole."  
The girl's eyes widened.  She placed a forefinger on the opposite elbow.
"My arm is up to here in her ass."

Johnson said with a sneer, "What'd you find in there?"

"Nothing.  She said she took an enema."

"So that was your first fisting, eh?"

"So far the only one."

"Also your first blow job?"

"Oh, no!"

"That was your stepfather."

"Not him.  He didn't even mention it."  She giggled.  "I think he feared
I'd bite."

"Then your first was in the city."

"Yes, Sir.  It was my first city cock.  I don't count it as fucking."

"Why not?  A cock is a cock."

"Even if it only goes in your mouth?  That's mostly all I been doing."

"Sucking?  Your johns were in a hurry, were they?"

She shrugged.  "That and my lack of boobs."

"Any of the cocks unusual?"

She giggled.  "One of them.  It belonged to a really old man.  Comes up
to me on the street corner and goes, 'I need a blow job bad.'

"I'm like, 'Fifty bucks.'  He's really old, wrinkled with a gray sort of
beard on his chin, but dressed up nice with shiny shoes, even a downtown
hat, but what the hell, he's a john, and I'm curious to see an old cock.

"My pimp's watching, drives up to the curb.  The old guy jumps right in
and we're off to a hotel.  He wants me to come up after he does, tells 
me the room number.  When he lets me in, he's already half naked.  I 
help him with the rest and he sits on the bed, tells me to kneel down.

"I'm like, 'Where is it?'  All I can see is balls and white hair.

"He lifts up some skin and goes, 'Here's the trouble.  It's got so short
I can't jerk it.'

"I push him back so he's lying down.  Then I can see his little 
dickhead, surrounded by loose skin.  I go, 'What happened to it?'

"'It's been shrinking steadily for ten years.  Ah, good, you found it!'

"I ain't sure I can get enough in my mouth to suck.  Turns out I barely
can.  It grows a little when I tongue it good."

Johnson chuckled.  "Sounds like you were licking a clit.  You sure that
wasn't a woman?"

"With a beard?  And he has a nice droopy set of balls.  Which I squeeze.
Ain't long before he shoots off a big load.  He was a man, all right.

"He goes, 'Thank you, dear, thank you.  I'm very grateful.'

"I'm curious.  'Do all old dicks shrink like this?'

"'I don't know.  It's the only one I've got.'"

She laughed loudly.  "The only one he's got!

"He goes, 'Am I your oldest man?'

"I'm like, 'My only grandpa,' which tickles him somehow.  He tips me 
twenty bucks.  Which I didn't report."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"Oh, yeah!  Every week or so.  He likes for me to finger his ass too."

"So you were a pro.  Ever take one up your own ass?"

"A couple or so."

"What did you think of it?"

She shrugged.  "I can do without it."

"Do you usually come?"

"Up the ass?  Oh, you mean ...  No, unless I'm fingering along with it.
Well, one time: an all-nighter."

"Tell me about that."

"It was with two johns.  Taking both at once."

"One in your ass?"

"Together with one in my pussy.  They were brothers.  That was _hot_!"

"You liked that trick, did you?"

"Oh, god, yes!  I just kept on coming.  Sucked them first."  She 
giggled.  "Two cocks in my mouth together!  But blowing them made the 
double last longer, they said."

"Not your idea?"

"No.  When my guy put me in their car, I was a little nervous: my first
double.  I just did whatever they said do.  They must've done it 
before."

"That was the only time you've come?"

"Yeah."  She grinned.  "But it made up for it."

"Not even with your pimp?  Don't pimps usually take care of their girls
that way?"

She shrugged.  "Not mine.  He wanted sucking.  Gave me the clap the only
time he fucked me."

"So you stayed cherry all during high school.  Isn't that rather odd?"

"Yes, it is.  The guys liked girls with bigger boobs, I think."

He nodded.  "I can see why your stepfather's attention did not exactly 
repel you.  So tell me: do you like fucking?"

She blinked.  "Sure!  If the guy will just last awhile."

"Okay, Sybil."  He stood up and reached into his robe pocket.  "Here's 
what was promised.  You haven't told me much, but you don't have much to
tell."

She took the money and shoved it into her jeans, turning back to say, "I
don't?"

"The last girl in here had fucked hundreds of guys by the time she left
high school.  Sit back down and open your mouth."

"She was pulling your leg."

"You could do that too, you know."

She looked thoughtful.

Carla zoomed in with one of the side cameras and centered the junction 
with the joystick as Sybil sucked up the flabby organ with a slurping 
sound.  The camera moved smoothly and quickly.  Their bodies shielded 
the action from the room lights, so she brought up the camera spot.

Sybil turned her head to the new light and said with the cock lolling on
her lips, "Who's watching us?"

"The cameras are automatic," Johnson said.  Carla wondered if someone 
had run the cameras for her own turn.

After Sybil had sucked awhile, he held her head in his hands and fucked
her face, gradually getting deeper.  Her nostrils flared but she 
tolerated it well.

A minute of that was sufficient.  He warned tightly, "Don't swallow 
until you show the camera."

With cock in the back of her throat, he held her head still while he 
grunted and his body jerked.  His display was not up to the one with 
Carla.

On her screen Carla could clearly see the throat working.  The girl's 
mouth closed when he pulled back.

"Told to not to swallow!"

"Couldn't help it," she said, licking her lips.  "You almost strangled 
me."

"I guess so," he admitted, removing more money from his pocket.  "Here 
you go.  You can get dressed."

He closed his robe, resumed his seat and telephoned for a taxi, advising
her, "Don't pay the taxi driver.  I run a tab with them."

She turned at the door.  "Did I do good?"

"Else I wouldn't have paid you.  Tell Kaylee to call me, will you?"

Shortly he came into the office and took the captain's chair beside 
Carla.  "Let's see how it went.  And while I watch, I want you to edit.
Like I told you, there's a file for each camera.  Copy them to a new 
flash drive first and put a 'Sybil' tag on it.  I want to go on keeping
the raw material on flash drives."

Sybil's material needed less editing.  Mainly it consisted of selecting
which of the three cameras scenes to retain.  Clipping occurred mostly 
at her arrival and departure and some of the repetition while cock was 
in mouth.

"Okay," said Johnson finally, sitting back in his big chair, "it's a 
wrap.  Label it, put it away and delete the camera files."

When Carla had obeyed, she sat beside him, hands crossed in her lap, 
awaiting further instruction.

He shook his head.  "Whores!  I guess it shouldn't be surprising that 
most of them are inferior women."

"Is that what you think?"  Her eyes had brightened.

"Else they'd be married with children.  You heard her: she didn't even 
enjoy fucking."

"Unless the guy lasts longer, she said."

He chuckled.  "Well, yeah.  A lot of wives say that too, or so I've 
heard.  What's been your experience?"

"Guys last long enough if they stick around after you blow them.  My 
professor had an opinion about that."

"Which was?"

"That it shows the human race to be naturally polygamous.  Nature makes
boys pop fast and girls slower so they'll want to entertain lots of 
boys."

"Hmm."

"As to whores being inferior, I always thought of them as braver than 
usual.  It takes courage to grab a man's crotch, and care to do it 
right."

He chuckled.  "I guess so: firm but not too firm.  _You_ practiced that
oldest profession for a while, didn't you?"

"Yes and like Sybil, I guess I still do."

"In fact _all_ the women who come in here still do, don't you think?"

She shrugged.  "So far I wouldn't disagree.  Except for your maid."

He disregarded that.  "How many crotches did _you_ grab?"

"Not too many.  If they came to me in the Student Union, they already 
knew what they wanted.  Sometimes when business was slow there, I picked
up guys on the bus stop benches.  I'd grab a crotch only when it was 
hard to get the idea across."

"Well, dear, you're the exception that proves the rule."

"What rule?  Consider the courtesans of story and song: not such 
inferior examples!  I'd expect the bell curve of whores to fit the 
general female average."

"Took statistics in college, did you?"

"Yes, not that I remember much of it.  My professor had a thought about
whores.  He claimed their clits are larger, which accounts for their 
tendency to see fucking as the solution."  She giggled.  "Like when all
you have is a hammer, all problems look like nails."

"Let me see your hammer," he said dryly.

She opened her robe and raised her buttocks to the chair arm.

He fingered her.  "Yours is prominent.  And responsive.  I'm sure he 
noticed."

"On every visit."

"Sit back down."  He slid out of his chair and knelt between her legs.
"I want to verify his data."

"That I see fucking as the solution?"

"Don't you?"

His tongue descended and she answered with a moan.


--Kellis
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