2 comments/ 32700 views/ 2 favorites Laid Off By: DireLilith What a day, Steve thought. And it's only half over. He'd been late to work, again. And his supervisor had just had enough. Steve was fired before lunch ever hit. He could imagine what his cohorts were doing, all the guys he'd graduated from the local college with. They would be starting to slide back in their chairs, into the tight cramped halls between the cubicles, deciding what to do for their brief hour of reprieve. They'd probably hit the classy lounge just down the street, the one with the pretty waitresses and good Buffalo wings. And Steve would never be doing that with them, ever again. In a way it was okay. He didn't mind so much, or at least knew he shouldn't. It was a crummy job, even if it did pay well and offer great benefits. But sitting in a cubicle all day was not his idea of fun stuff. He wanted a job that required skill, creativity and initiative. This job was anything but that kind of job. Steve frowned, plopping down on a bench in the park across the street. He hadn't even realized he'd started walking this way, but now that he had, he was glad. There weren't a lot of people around, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping. It was a beautiful morning, actually. He stayed sitting on the slat bench for only a moment before getting up and starting to walk again, deeper into the bushy park. The path beneath his feet was concrete, a good surface for running. Steve had always wanted to run, it had been a past time in high school but was frowned upon by his classmates and parents as a go-nowhere type of hobby. They considered it a habit. Steve shook his head. So much of what he had planned for himself just wasn't bound to come true. What was he going to do now, for example? Just go out and snoop around and find a job just the same as this one. Another cubicle, another group of guys, another lounge and another waitress. Steve shook his head, sighing, and kept walking, hands stuffed into his pockets, jacket looped over one arm. "Hey, don't look so glum, smile!" called out a soft, cheery voice. Steve looked up and then behind him as a young woman jogged past, waving at him. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and wore no make-up. But she still had an amazing face, with striking cheeks and high cheekbones, lips that were just full enough. And she had an amazing body to boot. He watched, stopped in his tracks, as she jogged off down the path behind him and disappeared through the trees. "Wow," he said to himself, turning back around. He smiled. It was good to see that there were still some pleasurable things in this world. Grinning, Steve found his feet carrying him happily further into the park's dense wooded center. The sun still came through the canopy of dark leaves high above, but now the busy late-morning traffic on the streets outside the park was hidden from him. All he heard was an occasional honking or beeping. Steve found a nice boulder with a flat top and sat himself down next to the burbling stream that cut through the park like a snake. The sounds of the water splashing over the rocks and cascading down the different sets of stones purposely put in its way was soothing. "Hi again," came the same cheerful voice. Steve looked up quickly, smiling and waving his hand as the same woman ran by again, ponytail flopping side to side. She was wearing a pair of tight black spandex shorts and a runner's tank top that even had some number embroidered on it. Maybe she was practicing for a marathon or something. She was sweating, Steve could see the drops glistening on her forehead and neck, and the slight bit of flesh just beneath her collarbones that was exposed from the low neck of her shirt. Then she was gone through the trees again. Steve chuckled. Apparently, he'd chosen the right day to come running through the park. He leaned back on his hands and watched the other side of the path for when she would come through again, his problems with work suddenly forgotten in pursuit of more interesting ideas. Soon enough, she was running towards him. He lifted his hand to wave at her ahead of time, before she said hello. She smiled at him and seemed surprised, then waved back and ran on by. Steve grinned. She had great tits. He'd known she would, though. She was not a skinny scrawny type at all, but had firm rounded muscles, and a curvaceous body that made it a pleasure to watch her bounce by. She'd be coming around again, he was sure of it. Several minutes passed. She didn't return. Steve frowned, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers steepled together. Was she done her running already? He sighed. But then she came around the corner, walking slowly towards him, panting. Boldly, she came up to the boulder where Steve was sitting. "Come here often?" she said, laughing. Steve laughed too. "No, but maybe I should." He winked at her and she smiled, throwing herself into the soft grass near the stream. "Maybe you should, at that." Then Steve felt sorrowful and morose all over again. It just suddenly all came back. He looked away from her. "Well, actually, I'll probably never come here again, after today." "How come?" "Changing jobs," he said, coughing lightly. The girl just nodded, watching him. He could see her in the corner of his eye. She was leaning back on her elbows in the grass, her long legs stretched out in front of her. Her breasts were heaving from her exertion. And Steve could almost taste the sweet drops of sweat that were glistening in the stray sunbeams, before they slid down her breastbone to disappear between her tits. She was really very beautiful, all of a sudden. And Steve could feel himself getting hard in his slacks. He was only young, after all, and still prone to easy erections. The girl sat up and looked at him boldly. "So, what could I do to get you to hang around more?" she said softly. Steve turned to look at her, slowly, noticing her tongue as she licked her lips. "Is that a proposal?" he asked, grinning. "Well? Answer the question." She got up on her knees, then stood up in front of Steve, putting out her hand to him. He took it and stood up. He was a bit taller than her, just enough so that she was an ideal height. He looked down into her blue eyes, and saw they were glazed over with desire. "I'm sure you could do several things to keep me coming back," he whispered. "Well, then I'd better get started." She took him by the hand, and he could feel the moistness of her skin. She led him to the stream, then began to cross it. If he followed her, he would get his shoes wet. They were expensive shoes. But she tugged on his fingers, and Steve had to follow. Into the water he stepped, having only moments to search for stones to stand on. She led him across the shallow water to the other side that didn't have a path. Then she led him towards the bushes there. Inside a group of thin bushy trees, she led Steve to a softened area. It was an ideal spot to sit and watch the stream, he thought. But that wasn't what she had in mind. Once Steve was standing out of sight of any path or passersby, the girl got to her knees in front of him. Steve was taken aback. Was she really going to...to suck him? Right here? A total stranger? She was. Slowly her fingers began to undo his slacks, undoing his belt, his button, his zipper. Then she was reaching inside and pulling him out. Steve gasped as her fingers touched him, stroked him, and played with him. He reached out his hands to touch her hair. "Take out my pony," she said softly, nuzzling his cock. Steve played with the tie around her hair and loosened it. Then he was fingering her incredibly soft locks of yellow blonde hair, letting them cascade between his fingertips and drop to her neck before he picked up more. He looked down at her face. She was nuzzling his cock, running the head of it along her chin. Then she was dragging it along her cheeks, first one, then the other. Her eyes sparkled up at Steve and he had never seen eyes so clear and yet so distant. She was lost in what she was doing, utterly enjoying the feel of his silky skin against her own. Now she moved the head of him to her mouth. He felt the tickle of her lips against his cockhead for only a moment before she opened her mouth and began to devour him. Steve winced. She was vicious in her lust for him, taking him deeply into her mouth immediately, so deep he felt the back of her throat. He gripped her hair, hoping he didn't hurt her but needing to grab at something. He was dizzy with desire now, and felt like he would pass out. But she was stuck to him so tightly, she might just rip him off if he fell. He struggled to stay up, forced himself to watch as she began to move her mouth forward and back over his cock. She was sucking him hard now, her cheeks tight to his shaft. "Ah! Ah!" he gasped, wincing. Then he was cumming, and it was nothingness, it was blankness, it was heavenly forgetting all of his problems as he poured into her dark tight mouth. At last, she released him. She pulled him down into the grass and against her, holding him while he panted. "That was...you were..." he tried to speak. But she put a finger on his lips. Steve looked up at her and then sat up, so he was looking down into her face. He stroked her cheek, his eyebrows furrowed. "I don't even know you," he said quietly. She grinned back. "Well, there are ways of fixing that." She winked at Steve, then slowly, she began to pull up the hem of her shirt. Steve understood immediately what she meant and started to help her. He moved so he was straddling her legs, his fingers slowly pushing her tank top up her belly, up her ribs, until her breasts were free of it. He ran his hands over the spandex sports bra that barely held the round mounds inside, then he slipped his fingers up underneath the black material. Her nipples were hard and erect, cool as he began to pinch and rub them. She gasped at his firm touches, biting her bottom lip. Steve grinned. It was definitely not ever day that crap like this happened. And he'd be a fool to let the moment pass just because he got off. She was a gorgeous women, well cared for, not poor judging from the quality of clothes she was wearing. And suddenly, Steve didn't care who she was. He pushed her bra up over her breasts, exposing the un-tanned flesh to the errant rays of the sun. Then he dropped his mouth to her skin, his hands pushing the two titties together so hard that the nipples met. He sucked hard on both, letting her feel what he had felt as his lips snapped and pulled at her tits. She was sweaty, salty, and yet still she was sweet. Steve caressed and squeezed her breasts, and her hands went into his hair, mussing it as she writhed. Then he began to move lower, his mouth going down her ribs and his hands quickly following. "No, you shouldn't," she said, softly objecting. But Steve knew he should. He had to. So he would. He fingered her waistband, not looking into her pleading eyes as she began to pull her shorts down her hips. She resisted slightly, moving as if to scoot away, but Steve held her still by her thighs, and grabbed at the shorts with his teeth. She stiffened, gasping, and he was able to quickly pull her shorts down her legs with his hands before she could object. Finally, he got one of her legs free, and he looked up at her sex. She had reddish blonde curls on her mons. Not a natural then, he thought. Steve quickly dove into her privacy, parting her cunt quickly with his fingers. Her hands were in his hair again, tugging anxiously, and she was moaning loudly. "You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't," she kept repeating breathlessly. But Steve knew he had free reign, so he took charge and opened up her secret folds with his fingers. His tongue quickly found her clitoris, sucking it between his lips, and even boldly biting at it with his teeth. It made her squeal and squirm. Then he moved his fingers lower, flicking over her inner labia. She was drenched, soaking sopping wet. Steve began to lap at her, taking long licks that started low on her sex and dragged up to her clit. She bucked against him, and as his tongue came over her slit, she would push her cunt up to his mouth. She wanted him deeper. She wanted more. Steve dove his tongue into her hole, twisting it about as he entered. He moved it like a serpent in and out of her canal, and she pulled hard on his hair, forcing him closer to her groin. She writhed and bucked and squealed and whined. Then, sooner than Steve had thought, she was cumming. He held her ass cupped in his hands, holding her sex before his mouth like a bowl. And he drank from her, tasting her sweet clean nectar as she came over his tongue, his lips, his face. She moved like a beast pinioned in a forest, undulating against Steve's face. And he slurped her in until she was done. Steve pulled his face away from her only after she had ceased moving. He looked down at her where she was panting and struggling to breath. Her eyes were slitted and her head to one side. Steve lay next to her in the grass, watching this wonderful stranger. She reached out a finger and stroked his slightly wet face. The touch was intimate, and Steve blushed, moving to wipe his face with his hand. But she held him from doing it and pulled him close. With his face in both her hands, she began to lick his chin, his cheeks, then his lips, cleaning him. "You're amazing," Steve said quietly. "I've never done this before, I give you my word. But I bet I could get better with practice," she answered. Steve laughed. "You just seemed so happy to see me each time I ran by. And when I first saw you, you seemed so sad." Steve nodded, remembering his new jobless situation. "Anything I can do to make it better, I would," the girl offered. "Can you get me a job? Better than the last one?" Steve laughed lightly and sat up, helping her put her shorts on. "Well, actually, yes..." she began. Laid off and Laid At four-twenty on a Friday afternoon Sara Kingston was called into the office of the Vice President of her company and told she no longer had a job. The Vice President was not an unkind man and he tried to give her hope by telling her that the economy could improve and a valued employee like her could be called back, but Sara knew there was little chance of that. The company was already moving toward hiring part time consultants they didn't have to compensate with benefits packages and by the time the economy improved a lot of the work she did would already have been outsourced. At thirty-three years old, Sara had become redundant. On the way home Sara nearly had an accident because her mind was not on her driving. She ran a red light and nearly broadsided a pickup truck that had right of way. The man in the truck gave her the finger, and Sara burst into tears. Life sucked, she thought, and there didn't seem to be any signs of it improving. She had managed to stop her tears and wipe her eyes by the time she reached the small grocery store in her community. She stopped because she knew there was no wine in the house she shared with her sister and she needed something to steady her nerves. She was tempted to go into the liquor store for something stronger, but the last thing she needed was gossip to start about her drinking habits. Living in a small town was good and bad, but part of the bad was the gossip. Everyone knew everything about everybody else, from their financial woes to their sex life. Not that Sara had to worry about her sex life. She didn't have one. A part of Sara's depression was the knowledge her life could have been made easier if she'd been less choosy. Another Vice President at her company would have been willing to keep her on as his personal assistant if she'd been willing to give him some really personal assistance. Sara didn't think a job description should include afternoons of frolic at the nearby motel, or, as the Vice President hinted, a few frantic moments on the couch in his office. At the grocery store Sara also made a few more purchases so it wouldn't look as if she just came in for the wine. There were times when Sara wished she were more like her sister and not really give a damn what people thought of her. The boy who bagged her groceries gave her the once over. Sara knew men liked to look at her body even though lately she had been fighting a battle with her weight. She was a little plump but still in god shape with her full, high breasts long legs. And few men resisted taking another look at her from behind when she was walking away. But she knew she wasn't pretty. Her mousy brown hair was never manageable and her green eyes were set too close together and she thought her nose too sharp. Her sister Becky was the pretty one, and the smart one. In school Becky was voted most popular and homecoming queen. She always made good grades without the effort that Sara put into study. After graduation Becky took a job as a secretary to a lawyer. Three months later she married the lawyer and a year after divorced him. There were two other marriages and two other divorces and Becky had come out of all of them with more money, more property, and more security. Becky lived well in a huge home and didn't have to work. Sara had tried college but working as a waitress and trying to study was too much. She had tried business school and did well but there were no jobs available by the time she graduated. She went to work as a secretary in a small publishing firm. She had a brief affair with a co-worker who dumped her almost as soon as she had sex with him. Her virginity gone, she soon also lost her job and had to move in with her sister Becky. Becky made her life hell. She listened to constant litany of how silly Sara was to do all that studying and work and all she really needed to do was find a man to take care of her. Becky always insisted that all Sara had to do was be less choosy, open her legs, and trap some man. Sara had been looking forward to the day when she could move out of Becky's house but now it looked as if it wasn't going to happen until she found a new job, and she was also going to have to listen to all of Becky's crap again. Knowing what she faced was another reason she needed the wine. A red pick-up truck was parked in the drive when she got home and she felt even sicker inside. She was in no mood to see Eddie Harris. Eddie Harris was the son of one of the most powerful men in town. He was married but it didn't seem to stop him from chasing women. Becky was his current choice. Sara had no idea what his sister saw in him besides his money. He was sitting on the couch drinking a beer when Sara opened the door. He gave her the once over and lifted his beer to her in a mock salute. "Hello sweet cheeks," he said. "Where is my sister?" Sara asked. "She's taking a shower," Eddie answered. She's been busy this afternoon." The tone of his voice left no doubt as to what she had been busy doing. "Why don't you fetch me another beer?" Eddie said. "Fetch it yourself,' Sara said. Eddie shook his head sadly. "You should be nicer to me." Sara could tell what he was thinking and she shook her head violently. "That will never happen." "I've always wondered what it would be like with sisters," Eddie said. "You sick bastard," Sara said. She knew she couldn't kick him out of the house because the house belonged to her sister but she didn't have to stay in the same room with him. She hurried through the living room toward the bedroom but she heard his voice behind her. "I don't think you'll get a better offer, sweet cheeks," he said, "unless some guy will put a bag over your head." She slammed the door of her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. She quickly opened the bottle and poured the wine into a paper cup and finished it off in a couple of swallows. Now she definitely wished she had gotten something stronger as she poured another cup. She felt sick inside. It wasn't the first time she had heard the comment about the bag over her head, but she hadn't heard it in a while. How could boys and men be so crude and cruel? When she had been a girl, she had dreamed of Prince Charming. She had dreamed of white picket fences and babies and living happily ever after. She sipped her wine and felt the tears come again. There was no fucking prince anywhere in sight. She didn't get out of her clothes. Instead she cried for a while and then finished off the bottle of wine. A couple of times her sister knocked on her door but she didn't answer and later she thought she heard her sister and Eddie talking outside her room. She didn't really sleep well. Her mouth felt dry and she felt ill when she got up the next morning. She took a long, hot shower and dressed in jeans and a pullover sweater without bothering with a bra. She found her sister sitting at the breakfast table. "You look like hell," Becky said. "Thanks," Sara replied. Sara couldn't face breakfast. She poured herself some coffee and piled it thick with sugar and sat at the table with Becky. "So you don't have a job again," Becky said. Sara sighed. She had hoped to avoid this conversation but news travelled fast in a small town. There was little sympathy in Becky's tone of voice. "No, I got laid off again," she said. "You've had three jobs in less than a year," Becky said. "The economy is bad right now," Sara said lamely. Becky laughed. "That wasn't why you were fired. I hear they have hired a college girl to take your place. She's tall and blonde and good looking. She doesn't have to have brains with a face and figure like she has. " Sara didn't answer. "So why are you going to do about paying me rent," Becky said. "I'll find another job," Sara said. "Sure you will. In the meantime the debt adds up. Do you have any idea how much you owe me now?" "No," Sara said miserably. "I can get you figures but it's a hell of a lot." "I'm sorry," Sara said. "I'll pay you back. I will." "You bet you will," Becky said. "In the meantime, you can start taking up some of the responsibilities around here." "I can do cooking and cleaning," Sara said. "I don't mind. I told you before that we could get by without a maid coming." "I like having a maid and I can afford it," Becky said. "Actually, I had something else in mind." "I don't understand," Sara said. "I want you to start being nice to Eddie. He's my boyfriend. I want you to start treating him special." "He's a creep," Sara said. "You hurt his feelings last night," Becky said. "You called him a sick bastard. He didn't like that. Now you are going to apologize to him." "I won't do that," Sara said. "I can't stand him." "You will apologize to him and treat him nice or you won't be living here anymore," Becky said. There was a determination in Becky's voice Sara had never heard before. Her sister was serious. If it came to a choice between Sara and Eddie, it would be Sara who had to leave. Sara was fighting to stay out of deep depression and she knew if Becky kicked her out she would become even more depressed. And where would she go? She had no savings and very little money. Even her car was in Becky's name. And there were creditors who still chased her. "Okay, I'll apologize," Sara said. "And you'll be nice to him," Becky insisted. "I'll be nice to him," Sara said. "Good." Becky smiled. "Tonight he's coming over and I promised him an evening to remember. I want you to wear something sexy. I want you to show Eddie what you have underneath all your old maid clothes." "Are you crazy," Sara said. "I'd said I'd be nice to him. I don't know what you think I meant by that but I'm certainly not going to dress sexy for him." "You will," Becky insisted. "You'll be very nice to him. In fact, if he wants to take you into your bedroom and fuck your brains out, you'll let him." Sara sat in shock. She couldn't believe what her sister had just said. There was no way she was going to allow that to happen. "No, I won't," Sara said. "Then get out of my house," Becky said. Sara could feel her face flushing. "I'll leave, all right. I'll leave this crummy little town and this crummy life but I promise you this. Before I get out of town, I'm going to drop by Eddie's house and tell his wife just what kind of creep she's married too." "Get the fuck out of my house," Becky said. Sara had never seen her sister so angry or so unreasonable. It didn't take her long to pack because Becky was helping, practically throwing things into her small suitcases. Becky was calling her names and she was crying again. She couldn't stop the tears as she went out of her house and got into her small car. She almost couldn't see to drive through her tears. She drove three blocks and then pulled over and sat for a while to get her bearings back. She was still in shock. She couldn't believe her sister would demand her to do something like that. The world she knew was crumbling around her, but she wasn't going to leave town without fulfilling her promise. She might have to leave but Eddie was going to pay. She knew where Eddie lived. It was one of the largest homes in town. It was only a ten minute drive but as she turned on the street, red lights began flashing behind her. She looked into her rear-view mirror and saw a police car. She was puzzled. She knew she hadn't been speeding. She pulled over and watched the policeman get out of the front seat of his patrol car and walk toward her. She knew him. Actually, everyone in their small town knew Police Chief John Mays. He had been chief of police for as long as she'd been alive. He was tall and muscular, a former football player. His hair had once been thick and black but now it was showing streaks of white. His eyes were a peculiar colour of grey and it seemed they had the ability to see what somebody was thinking. Sara had always felt small and intimidated around him, although he had always been polite to her. He was usually smiling but not this time. "Get out of the car, Sara," he said abruptly. His voice was hard and frightening. She didn't protest. She got out of the car and he grabbed her and turned her around and forced her hands down on the hood. It was an embarrassing, degrading position, like a criminal. He patted her down lightly. His hands were enormous. When one of his fingers rubbed across the swell of her breast, she tried to turn around in protest. His hand gripped her by the back of her neck. "Shut the fuck up, car thief." He twisted her hands around her back and handcuffed her. She was still trying to understand what he was talking about as he put her into the back of his patrol car. He got into the front and picked up the radio and talked softly for a moment. She couldn't hear what he said. He drove her to the police station. She had only been inside once in her entire life. It had been an old building then and now it seemed as if it was about to fall apart. A heavy young woman was behind the counter, her uniform straining at the uplift of her large breasts. "Take her in back, Lilly," the chief of police said. "Strip her and put her in one of the cells. I'll be there in a while." "Yes sir, Chief," Lilly said. "Wait a moment," Sara said. "I want to know what's going on. I want a lawyer." The Chief of police smacked her softly across the cheek but even a soft slap rocked her. "I don't want to hurt you, Sara," he said. "You keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. No more talk about lawyers and crap. Just do what you're told." Sara felt the tears on her cheeks. She couldn't stop crying lately. She couldn't seem to stop having one nightmare after another. The young officer named Lilly took Sara down a long set of stairs into a basement area. There was nothing but a concrete floor and some shower stalls and a few lockers. Lilly removed the handcuffs and then demanded she strip. She started to protest again but Lilly gave her a look that made her close her mouth. Sara had never felt as degraded as she slipped her clothes off. Lilly was smirking at her. When Sara was nude, Lilly made her get underneath one of the shower heads and she turned the water on. It was cold but fortunately it didn't last long. Then Lilly gave her a towel to dry herself off. After she was finished, Sara was not allowed to dress. She was once more put into handcuffs and shoved into one of the small cells nearby. Surely, Sara thought, I'm not going to be left here naked. But that seemed exactly what was going to happen. Lilly stood outside the cell smacking her lips and staring. "You're not all that pretty in the face but you got a good body," Lilly said. "Nice firm tits. I guess the boys put a bag over your head when they fuck you, huh." Lilly left her there. She flipped off a switch when she left and the basement room was left in complete darkness. Sara couldn't even see anything in her cell. She sat down on the cold concrete floor. She was miserable. She shivered with cold and the cell floor was hard and with her arms still handcuffed behind her, she couldn't find a comfortable way to sit. She didn't know how long she was left there. It seemed like hours but she lost track of time. It could have only been a few minutes. But the lights finally came back on and John Mays came down the steps. Sara tried to cover herself as he stood in front of her cell looking at her. There was no way she could hide from his eyes as he looked her over without smiling. He had on an immaculate uniform and he was sipping a cup of coffee. "You've been arrested for being a car thief," John Mays said. "Your sister is upstairs swearing out a warrant." "It's not true," Sara said. John Mays shrugged. "It doesn't matter if it's true or not. Your sister swears out the warrant and I take you before the Judge. You can ask for a trial but it won't matter. A Jury of your peers will convict you. I promise you that. I figure about six months and you'll be on your way to the state prison. Hell, the Judge will probably give you ten years." "Ten years," Sara said, as the full meaning of his words came home to her. "I'm going to prison." He shook his head sadly. "I always liked you, Sara. You were a good kid. But you've lived here long enough. You should know how things work. This town is only in existence because of the Harris factory. And you were going to make things hard for Eddie by gossiping to his wife. You have to pay a price for that." Sara finally understood what was going on. She was going to jail because she had pissed Eddie Harris off. "Please don't do this to me," Sara said desperately. "I promise I'll just leave town and I'll never come back. I'll never say anything to Eddie's wife." "How can we be sure you mean that," the police chief said. "I mean it," Sara said. "I promise. Just let me go." "I have to be sure," he said. He seemed to be considering it. He sipped his coffee and shook his head. "I said I always liked you, Sara. I guess I could give you a little test and see if you really know your place now." "I do," Sara said. "I promise you I do." Sara's heart was pounding as she felt hope for the first time since she had been thrown into the dank, small cell. She wasn't sure what the test would be but she thought she was ready for anything. She wasn't because John Mays casually reached down and unzipped his trousers and fished his meaty cock out and pressed against the cell so that it was between the bars. "Consider this your key, Sara," he said. "It opens the cell door and lets you go free. Make sure you don't use any teeth and be careful of my balls. I don't want them to get hung up between the bars. Now let's see if you can use your mouth for something besides gossip." Sara had seen only one cock in her life and it had been tiny compared to John's. Even as she looked at it, it grew even bigger, filling with blood as he became aroused. He seemed calm as he stood there, sipping at his coffee again, waiting for her to move across the hard concrete on her knees to service him. She would not. She had not sunk so low. She shook her head. "It's your choice," John Mays said. He calmly moved away from the cell and tucked his cock back into his trousers. "There's still a little window of opportunity for you to change your mind. I hope you do. I don't think you'll do well in prison." He left her in darkness and Sara spent the most miserable day and night she had ever spent in her lifetime. A couple of times the lights came on and Lilly brought in food and water and took her to the bathroom but then she was again left in darkness. The second time Sara started begging the young woman to leave the lights on. Lilly wouldn't even talk to her. In the morning the lights came back on and Police Chief John Mays came to stand in front of her cell again. Sara knew she could not spend another night in the horrible cell. She was curled in a ball on the cold floor and somehow she managed to get to her knees and she crawled across the floor to him. "How are you feeling this morning, Sara," he said, as he sipped his coffee. "Please," she said. "Please." Her mouth was dry and parched. He smiled at her. "Are you ready to turn the key?" he asked. "Sara closed her eyes and opened them again."Anything." "Now you're being smart, Sara." He reached down and unzipped himself and casually let his cock dangle between the bars. It wasn't hard but the purplish head still seemed enormous to her. "I've never done it before," she said. Her only boyfriend had tried to get her to do it but she had refused in disgust. Laid off and Laid "I'm sure you'll be fine," John Mays said casually. She touched her tongue the thick head and shuddered. He had a meaty, salty taste. "Come on, Sara," he said. "You don't want to spend another night here and I don't have all day. I have responsibilities." Quickly Sara opened her mouth and took the meaty cock into her lips. She was surprised at the taste of him. He had a clean, overpowering scent of maleness that made her senses reel. She had thought she would hate it but instead something was happening to her as she took his cock over her tongue and into her mouth. The tthrobbing sensations she felt under her tongue acted almost as an aphrodisiac. It was insane. There was no way on earth she could be enjoying having his cock in her mouth and yet there was something happening to her. She looked up at him and for the first time his aura of calmness seemed to be shattered. He was looking at her with his mouth open in surprise. "Damn," he said. She took him into her throat. There was no gag reflex. Instead his cockhead seemed to settle naturally into the back of her throat and she let it stay there for a moment. Then she pulled her lips back and then took him deep again. "You're a natural," John Mays said, in shock and surprise. And she was. She knew it was a bigger than normal cock she was sucking but somehow she was having no trouble with it. She wished she could use her hands but she was getting the job done with just her lips. She didn't know if she was doing everything he enjoyed but she seemed to be. His cock was growing even more in her mouth and she could taste his salty cream. :"Oh yeah," he said. "Oh yeah, a little faster, baby." She found a quick rhythm, squeezing her lips tightly each time she pulled her head back and using her tongue as much as she could. She seemed to know instinctively the things that would please him and more and more of his cream was leaking into her mouth. She was taking him in all the way to where the bars of the cell stopped her and she knew she could have easily taken the rest of his cock. "Swallow, baby," he said. "Oh fuck, swallow." His cream spurted into her mouth again and again and she swallowed it all and she kept sucking for more even after the last trickle had emptied into her throat. "Oh fuck," John Mays said again. She kept her mouth on him until he grew a little sensitive and moved away from the cell. He was still looking at her in shock and surprise and there was something else in his eyes, a kindness that had not been there before. He tucked his cock and went up the stairs but this time he didn't turn the light off. A few minutes later Lilly came down the stairs. She opened the cell door and gently undid her handcuffs. Sara hurt all over from spending the night in such an uncomfortable fashion, but now Lilly led her to another room and a small shower with soap and washrag. The water was warm and Lilly left her and she stood under it for a long time, easing the aches away. When she turned the shower off and stepped outside, she found her clothes cleaned and carefully folded on a nearby bench. She dressed and went upstairs and John Mays was waiting on her. This time she rode in the front seat of the patrol car and he stopped at a little restaurant nearby. She didn't think she'd be hungry but she drank about a gallon of coffee and orange juice and finished off some eggs and bacon. She felt almost human again when she finished eating. "We need to talk," John Mays said. "Yes?" she asked. "You know that what happened to you last night could have been a lot worse." "Yes." "The Harris family owns this town and just about everybody in it." "I can't see anybody owning you," Sara said. John Mays smiled. "Maybe not, but I work for them. I keep the town safe and the Harris family safe, no matter what. You understand that you get one chance and that's all. You ever make trouble for them again and you go away and last night will seem like a picnic compared to what will happen to you then. I don't think I'd want that to happen, Sara." "I won't make anymore trouble," Sara said. "And there's one other thing," he said. "Yes?" "You're going to make nice with Eddie." Sara felt her stomach turn a little even though she half expected it was coming. Eddie would not be happy until he humiliated her. "Do I really have to do that, John?" she asked. "I'm afraid so, Sara. You have to do what he tells you or I'm going to have to lock you up again. I know it won't be pleasant for you but he has a short attention span. He'll be tired of you and your sister soon and he'll move on to somebody else. Just stick it out until then." "Couldn't I just stay with you?" she asked. He was surprised again. He reached over and touched her hand. "Maybe after this thing with Eddie is done. I promise you this. He won't physically hurt you. I won't allow that." She nodded. She believed him. For some reason she felt safe and comfortable and submissive with Police Chief John Mays. Here was a man who had arrested her and sodomized her and yet she felt warmth toward him she couldn't understand. She knew, down deep, she would try to do anything he asked of her, even if it meant being with Eddie. Police Chief Mays paid for her breakfast and he drove her home. Becky was waiting at the door. Her sister looked concerned and that was laughable considering it was her sister who had her arrested in the first place. Becky looked at Chief Mays and cringed as if she expected him to strike her. He only nodded and left Sara at the door and walked back to his car and drove away. "God, that animal," Becky said. "I like him better than Eddie,' Sara said. "He's a beast," Becky said. "A sick beast." Sara didn't argue. She went into the house. She was half surprised that Eddie wasn't there, waiting for her. Her sister brought her a glass of wine and Sara sat on the couch with her legs curled up under her. "You know Eddie will be here this afternoon," Becky said. :"I didn't figure he'd waste any time," Sara said. "He's not so bad," Becky said, shrugging her shoulders. "He's still a creep," Sara said, but she noticed her sister's look of alarm. "Don't worry. I'll do what he wants." Becky nodded in relief. "I'm sorry, Sara," she said. "I couldn't let you tell his wife. Eddie would have punished me. It was bad enough the first time. I couldn't go through it again." "You mean Eddie punished you," Sara said. "I didn't want to go out with him. I refused him a couple of times. One night I called him something I shouldn't have. That was the night Chief Mays pulled me over and took me to jail. I know you already what happens thee." "Yes," Sara said. "And you put me through the same thing." "I said I was sorry," Becky said. "Sure," Sara said sarcastically. Becky took a deep breath. "Eddie has a few demands." "I figured he might," Sara said. "So tell me." "He wants you to apologize to him for calling him a bastard." "Okay." "He wants you to do it on your knees in the middle of the living room. Naked." "I figured he'd have me taking my clothes off sooner or later. I know what he wants. I'll do what he wants." "That's not all," Becky said. "He wants you to wear..." Becky's voice trailed off. "What?" Sara asked. "Tell me." "He wants you to wear a paper bag over your head." Sara sighed. She knew how badly Eddie wanted to humiliate her. He was going to pay her back for a lot of years. But the fire and fight was beat out of her after the night she had spent in jail. She would do everything and anything he wanted until he didn't want her anymore. "Okay," Sara said. The two sisters spent the afternoon in silence. It seemed a long wait. Sara found a kitchen grocery bag and cut out holes for her eyes and mouth. The bag was loose enough for her not to have any rouble breathing. She undressed to bra and panties and sat around the living room reading a magazine. She wanted to be ready when Eddie got there. Around five o'clock his pick-up pulled into the driveway and Sara put the bag over her head and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She went to the middle of the living room and got down on her knees facing the door. When Eddie came in, he got a huge grin on his face. "This more like it," he said. Becky got up to leave and Eddie stopped her with a one word command. "I don't want to watch," Becky complained. "You'll do what I fucking tell you," Eddie said. "Sit your ass down." Becky sat back. Eddie turned his attention to Sara. He walked across the living room floor and reached down and played with one of Sara's shapely tits. He pinched the nipple. He moved his hand to her other tit and pinched it harder. "Now do you have something to say to me?" "I'm sorry I called you a name," Sara said. "That's not good enough. I want you to repeat after me. I'm nothing but a cunt and I'm not worthy to even say your name." "I'm nothing but a cunt and I'm not worthy to even say your name," Sara repeated. "Good girl," Eddie said. "Now you just stay right there while you sister gets me ready." Becky's eyes got big as Eddie went over to her and unzipped his pants and took his cock out. He pressed it against Becky's lips. For a moment Becky looked as if she was going to refuse but then she opened he mouth and started sucking. In a few minutes Eddie's cock was hard and throbbing. It dripped with Becky's spit as he took it out of her mouth. "Now turn around," Eddie told Sara. "Put your face down and your ass up so I can get to that pussy." Sara turned around and bent down so that her ass was in the air. She wasn't wet and it hurt when Eddie stood behind her and started forcing his prick into her pussy. He gave another hard shove and went into her all the way and Sara grunted. "Fuck, you're tight," Eddie said. "Much fucking tighter than your sister." Eddie began to fuck her. There was none of the sensation Sara had gotten from sucking John's cock. She only felt emptiness. For one thing Eddie's cock wasn't that big. And he had none of the sense of manliness John had. She was being fucked but it wasn't doing a lot for her. "Shit," Eddie said. "You've got good stuff. Hell, Becky, don't just sit there. Get your clothes off and get over here and start licking my balls like we saw in that porno movie." Becky looked as if she was too stunned to move. "You'd better strip and get your big ass over here, bitch," Eddie said. "Or maybe you'd like another night at the jail." Out of the corner of her eye Sara saw her sister jump frantically off the couch and start tearing at her clothes. In moments she was naked and she was on her knees crawling to Eddie. She got behind them and Sara couldn't see anything more but Eddie groaned in pleasure and Sara figured Becky was doing as she was told. Eddie reached out and grabbed Sara's tits and squeezed them hard as he rammed his prick even deeper and harder into Sara's pussy. Sara grunted each time he rammed her. She felt his cock throbbing inside her and she even felt the stickiness of his leaking cum. "Fucking yes,' Eddie groaned. ""You are so fucking good." He yelled again and slammed into her deeply and she felt his prick spurting into her. He had a lot of cum. She felt him spurt again and she felt it leaking out of her insides down her thighs. He gave her one last push and then he pulled his cock out of her. Sara remained where she was. "Here, bitch," Eddie said. "Don't move your fucking head. I want you to clean me off. Lick me, bitch. Clean my cock. That's your sisters pussy you taste. Yeah, that's right. Suck up her juice." Sara could see them now. Eddie was dragging her sister by the hair over to the couch. He sat with his legs spread wide apart and pulled her sisters face down to his cock. Becky was taking him deep into her mouth and cleaning him thoroughly with her lips and tongue. "You just stay right there sucking me." He looked up at Sara. "You crawl into the kitchen and fetch me a beer." On her hands and knees, and still with the bag over her head, Sara crawled into the kitchen and got Eddie a beer. Becky was still sucking on Eddie's cock when Sara crawled back to the couch. Eddie took the beer and popped the cap and took a long sip. Then he reached down and tore the bag off Sara's head with a flourish and another of his evil grins. "Join your sister," he said. Both women started to work on Eddie's cock. Sara licked the skin around his balls and thighs while Becky sucked him. His cock was starting to firm up again. He took another long sip of his beer as he looked down on them. "Kiss each other." Sara knew it was coming but Becky was taken by surprise. She drew her head back as if she had been stung by a bee. "Just do it, sis," Sara said. "Do what he says." "I won't," Becky said. "I can't. I can't do that. Please, Eddie, don't make me." "Do what I fucking say or I swear I'll leave you in that fucking jail for a year," Eddie screamed. Once again Becky turned pale and she leaned over and kissed her sister. Sara opened her mouth. Becky wasn't expecting that but Sara knew instinctively they would have to put on a good show or it would be worse for them. Becky tried to pull back but Sara caught her by the hair and started ramming her tongue into Becky's mouth. Eddie encouraged them by grabbing both of them by the hair and holding them together. At the same time he demanded they play with each others tits. Becky finally gave in. With a sob she started to caress and squeeze Sara's tits and Sara did the same. Eddie got really hard watching. He pushed both women down on the floor with his foot and they kept caressing and kissing each other. When Eddie pulled her down, Sara allowed it. She circled one of Becky's nipples with her tongue and began to suck on it. It was a thing she had never dreamed of doing a few days before but now she sucked at her sister's tit with gusto. Eddie approved. He finished off his beer as he watched them kiss and stroke each other. Becky was more tentative and it finally irritated him. He pulled Becky up. "Go and get the lube." "No, please, Eddie. You know that hurts." "You want me to fucking do it without the lube?" he asked. Becky scrambled to her feet and ran to the bedroom. She returned a few minutes later with a gob of lubricating cream that she coated on Eddie's cock and then, red-faced, her own backside. Sara realized her sister was about to get it in the ass. Sara felt sorry for her sister, but she was sure as hell glad it wasn't her. "On your knees," Eddie told Becky. Becky was slow about turning around and Eddie slapped her. "Would you rather suck my dick," he said. :"Oh yes, Eddie," she said. "I'll suck your dick. I'd rather suck your dick. I'll do a good job." "Do you want to swallow my cum?" he asked. "Oh yes, Eddie," Becky said. "I'll swallow ever y drop. I won't waste any." "Since you like it so much, I want you to lick it out of your sister while I fuck your ass." It was the last straw for Becky. She knew she was going to have to do it and she broke down into tears. Eddie told her he didn't give a damn if she cried but to get her face between her sister's legs or she was going to be sorry. Sara leaned back on her elbows. Becky looked miserable as she leaned forward and licked tentatively at Sara's pussy. Sara looked up in Eddie's eyes as he stoked his prick and half kneeled behind Becky. He nodded at her and she reached down and grabbed her sister's head and pulled her face between her legs. Becky gave a startled gasp and struggled to be free but Sara held her firm. Eddie grinned. He moved forward and put his cock between the full cheeks of Becky's ass and gave a shove. Becky wiggled again, desperate to escape but Sara wouldn't release her. Then Eddie's cock slipped all the way into Becky's ass. "Maybe I'll fuck you in the ass, Sara," he said. "If you want," Sara said, shrugging. Sara didn't seem to have any will to resist anything anymore. She was tired of fighting. Becky was still struggling and Eddie told her to stop her nonsense and start sucking pussy or he was going to make her ass sorry. Becky began licking. Her tongue parted Sara's cuntlips and Sara knew she was tasting Eddie's cum. Sara had never had a tongue in her pussy before and even though it was her sister's, it still felt sort of good. She spread her legs a little wider. Eddie was establishing a good rhythm. Becky had stopped struggling and was licking rapidly now. Sara responded without really meaning too, but the rough wet tongue in her pussy was making her hot. Her hips were coming off the floor and she was starting to fuck her sister's face with the same rhythm Eddie was using to ram her ass. "It's nice," Eddie said. "It' so fucking nice. I'm getting there." Sara looked into his eyes again. They were narrowed and lust-filled. She could hear the sound his cock made ramming into her sister's asshole. Sara was getting so hot. Her clit was throbbing. Eddie yelled and he was coming and then Sara felt herself convulse and she was coming in her sister's mouth. Her sister kept sucking at her juices until the last shudder went through Sara's body. Becky had done a good job of getting all the cum out. Eddie seemed satisfied. He pulled his cock out of Becky's ass and Sara's sister slumped exhausted to the floor. "Clean me up," Eddie said and for a moment Sara was afraid he wanted her to take it in her mouth but Becky got off the floor and went for a washrag. She tenderly cleaned up Eddie's cock while Eddie demanded another beer from Sara. After he opened the door, he had Sara turn on the sports station and he wanted the women to sit on both sides of him. Sex with Eddie was degrading enough but sitting naked beside him as he drank beer and watched television and played with them anytime he felt an urge seemed even more humiliating. And the more beer Eddie drank, the rougher he got. When he pinched Sara's nipple hard enough to hurt, she remembered what the Police Chief had told her. The next time she went into the kitchen to fetch him a beer, she used the kitchen phone to call the police station. They transferred her to John Mays and for some reason she felt comforted when she heard his deep voice. "I think he's going to hurt us," she said. "I'll be there," he promised. Sara was right. When she returned to the living room Eddie had her sister by the throat and he was squeezing. Becky was struggling but she didn't have the strength to break free and Eddie was slowly throttling her. "Let her go," Sara said. Eddie turned his drunken stare on her. He looked enraged. "The little bitch bit me," he said. "She didn't mean too," Sara said calmly. "Let me suck it and make it feel better.' "You're a cunt," Eddie said. "You're all cunts." "Please let her go," Sara said. "You're hurting her." Eddie released her and Becky gasped for breath. Sara handed Eddie his beer but he knocked it out of her hand and sent it spinning across the living room floor. His eyes narrowed in a piggish fashion. "Now I think I'll have your ass," he said. "You can fuck me in the ass," she said. "You're damn right I can," he said. Sara managed to avoid his swinging arm. His fist would have broken her nose if he'd connected. The beer was making him really mean. She started backing up. At least Becky had been forgotten for the moment. "Don't you run away from me, cunt," Eddie said drunkenly. He jumped up and came after her, staggering a little. She reached the front door and opened it. She didn't want to run out into her front yard naked but she had no choice. She had the feeling that Eddie would really hurt her if he caught her. She took a couple of steps but somehow she tripped and Eddie was on her like a cat pouncing on a mouse. Laid off and Laid He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up and punched her in the stomach. Everything went red for a moment and she thought she was going to pass and she knew she would not be able to avoid another crushing blow. But then John Mays was there and he caught Eddie's arm before Eddie could punch again. "You're drunk, Harris," John Mays said. "Go home. Your funs over." "I'll go home when I fucking feel like it," Eddie said. John Mays sighed softly and backhanded Eddie Harris without putting much strength into it. It was enough to knock him down and bloody his lip. Eddie looked up stupidly blinking and touching his hand to his mouth to feel the blood. "Get your ass home, Eddie," John Mays said. "I put up with you because your name is Harris. I even do you a favour now and then." "My Dad will have your badge," Eddie said. "Your Dad knows who I am," John Mays said. "He knows what I'm capable of. His advice right now would be for you to get your ass home before I do something you'll regret." Eddie wanted to be brave but there were few men who would have been brave enough to stand up to John Mays. He finally got up and staggered out to his truck but John Mays stopped him before he could get behind the wheel. Mays took the keys away from Eddie and told him to walk home. "It's ten damn miles," Eddie said. "It'll do you good," Mays said. "And send somebody else to pick up your truck tomorrow. I don't want you around Sara or Becky anymore." Eddie looked like he was going to argue but then he shook his head and started walking. Police Chief John Mays walked back to Sara and helped her up. For a moment she forgot about being naked or how sore and tired she was. His presence seemed to comfort her. She let him lead her back into the house. Becky saw him and crawled up on the couch and curled up. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered. "Haven't you done enough? Please don't hurt me." "Nobody's going to hurt you, Becky," John Mays said. He looked at Sara. "Why don't you take your sister into her room and put her to bed." "Okay," Sara said. She helped Becky off the couch and walked her into the bedroom. She turned the covers back and Becky slipped beneath them. Becky was asleep in seconds and Sara returned to the living room. John Mays had sat on the couch and loosened his tie. "Should I dress or would you prefer me like this?" she asked. "Go get cleaned up," he said. 'Take a shower and put on a nice nightgown. Then bring me a glass of wine." "I drank all the wine," she said. "Then I suppose I can't have any," he said. "But I would like a glass." It took Sara ten minutes to dress and another ten minutes to drive to the grocery store and buy another bottle of wine. John was still sitting on the couch. She opened the wine to let it breathe and then she took a shower and dressed in a short red nightgown that was really the only sexy gown she owned. She bought him his wine and kneeled down at his feet. "Now do what you do best," he said. She had not wanted anything to do with Eddie but she was hungry for John May's cock. She had him unzipped him in moments and her lips closed around his prick and she closed her eyes as she began to suck. It was insane but she craved having this man's cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked and drew it deep into her throat and then bobbed her head until she felt it grow against the roof of her mouth and then she sucked it deep and his jism exploded into the back of her throat. She kept his cock in her mouth until she was sure had swallowed it all. He pulled her up so she could sit snuggled against him on the couch. "Are you going to be my woman?" John asked. "Oh yes," she whispered. "I'll want my cock sucked on a regular basis," he said. "Anything you want," she promised. "My mouth. My pussy. My ass. Anything. I'll do anything you want." "I might want to fuck your sister too," he said. "I'll hold her down for you if she doesn't like it,' Sara promised. John looked at her and laughed. "You are something else," he said. "I am yours," she said. "Only yours. It's what I was meant to be." Laid Off Then Laid When my wife talks about getting laid, I know exactly what she means. But when her boss mentioned the L-word, it came with a wholly different meaning: laid off. That's what happened when the Vegas casino she worked for decided that business was slow. And she wasn't alone. Thousands of her workers around the city were also laid off, making the prospects of her getting a new job bleak. My job could pay most of the bills, but after several months, our budget was a bust. Marcy knew we were getting deep into trouble with little hope of keeping up with the bills while the credit card limits edged ever closer. To earn a few bucks, Marcy babysat the kids of a few of her work friends who were lucky enough to keep their jobs. Maria is a nice girl; a little on the plump side, but that's fine for her waitress job in a casino coffee shop. Maria's husband Steve is a man on the prowl, always hustling a buck, which is fine for his job as a valet for high rollers. I would have to be blind to see that he has also always had an eye for my wife. One Thursday night, while Steve and Maria were over to pick up their baby girl, the two women were inside talking while Steve and I sat outside on the patio drinking the last of my beers. Johnny, he said, you've got problems. Obviously an understatement, but I was too depressed to do anything but sit and listen. I can help you two to get back on your feet, if you can convince Marcy to take a job that I've offered her. It took 20 minutes for Steve to explain everything, during which time, I just sat there and listened with my mouth open. But before we could go any farther, Maria opened the door, called her husband and led him to their car. Later that night as Marcy and I lay in bed, I put my hand between her legs and casually stroked her pussy lips just to keep her interested. Honey, you never mentioned Steve's job offer? That caught her by surprise and she stopped my hand, just looking into my eyes. Marcy whispered, he talked to you about it? Geez, I'll kill him and tell his wife. If he needs a whore, why doesn't Maria do it? That sort of summed it up. Steve needed a girl to handle the "special requests" he frequently got from his clients. I can understand why he approached my wife. Besides needing the money, Marcy has a body to keep any guy hard. No, she's not a supermodel. But at 5'4", 105 pounds with 33C breasts and long flowing hair, Marcy is the epitome of a shy and quiet China Doll. There is a great deal to be said about Asian sexual mystique. At least that's what Steve thinks. To me, Marcy is simply my gorgeous wife. Steve told me he tried to get Marcy to work for him as soon as she got laid off, but she told him a definite no and nothing more was said. But now, with money getting scarce, Steve probably figured it was time to raise the subject again. His proposal was straightforward. When high rollers needed an escort for a night, they called Steve. He had that reputation. It might just be for company at the gambling table, at the dinner table, or for a special "dessert" in a private suite. These were men who thought nothing of dropping $50,000 or $60,000 at the tables every night. And when they tipped, it was by the thousands. John, I can't believe he told you that. He's insane, I could never be a hooker. Honey, it's okay, but why didn't you tell me? I didn't want you to get mad. I wasn't mad, but she was brooding. She quickly turned her back to me, pulled the covers up and went to sleep. On Saturday, I was trying to balance the checkbook, and it was clear we weren't going to meet all the bills this month. A loan was out of the question. Even if we could cut our budget back a little bit more, it wouldn't get us the money we needed in time. Something had to give. John, what did you think when Steve brought up his proposition. I told her I was stunned and didn't know what to say. Of course, ever since then I'd been thinking about my wife having sex with some rich guy for money, but I couldn't admit that to her. Instead, I assured her we would find some way to pay the bills. John, I can read our bank statement as well as you, and I know we're screwed. I could tell what her next words would be and how hard it was for her to say them. I think we need to have another talk with Steve tonight. Marcy called Steve, but there wasn't much to say. If Marcy agreed to work for him, what would she have to do? Anything and everything. She could act shy in public, but she had to be enthusiastic behind closed doors. In fact, a client had already talked to him today, needing a date at 9 that evening. Wear something slinky but elegant and be at the hotel by 8:30. When Marcy hung up the phone, she just looked at me and said, I'm sorry. I told her, it was okay. If she couldn't do it, we would find another way. But she had made up her mind. At 7:00, Marcy started getting dressed. She hadn't eaten anything all day, and I could understand why. The outfit she chose was a black leather skirt and a silver metallic handkerchief top that framed her breasts and left her back completely exposed. Simple black pumps with a 3" heel and pantyhose completed her outer appearance. Under the skirt, Marcy wore the skimpiest black g-string she owned. Her makeup was perfect and her hair simply flowed down her back like silk. Geez, I married a beautiful woman. Tonight, some other guy is going to learn just how lucky a husband I am. I didn't worry about her getting pregnant because, after trying for five years, the doctors told us Marcy couldn't conceive. Off she went to her new 'job.' I knew she wouldn't be back till morning. I'm no masochist. I could have followed her to the casino to catch a glimpse of the guy she was meeting. For my own sanity, it was better to stay at home and go to sleep, pretending at least to sleep. Marcy didn't come home in the morning. It was the afternoon. 2:13 to be exact. And she was smiling. As I opened the door, she ran to my arms, screaming 'Johnny, I love you. God how I missed you.' Not the greeting I was expecting, but then I didn't know what to expect. Instead of the sexy outfit from last night, she was wearing a perfectly tailored pair of tan slacks and a silk blouse. We went into the living room and sat on the couch, me with my arms wrapped around her. Steve took me straight to the high roller's salon and put me behind one of the chairs, whispering my name into the player's ear. The customer, Joseph, was about 40, trim build, but slightly balding. For the first hour, all I did was stand there while he played black jack. My gosh, he was betting $1500 a hand and he just kept winning. All the sudden, he just got up, took my hand in his and we walked to the private elevator. I guess the house made sure his winnings were credited to his account, because there was $200,000 in chips at the table. When we got to his suite, there was a butler waiting at the dining table. Lobster and it was delicious, with wines that made my head spin. We talked about Vegas, restaurants, his travels around the world. All the sudden, it was midnight, and the waiter was gone. Marcy, was that all you did? Talk? No, Honey, then we danced in the suite which was enormous. I'll admit I was tipsy because I didn't feel him undo the strings to my top until after he was licking my breasts. His shirt was silk, and I loved the feel of it under my hands. Really, he was gentle as he helped me slip out of my skirt and hose. It felt so wonderful to undress him, then to lead him to the gigantic bed. Geez, she was making me hot. I didn't feel jealous so much as uncomfortable as my dick was wedged beneath her. Joseph never said a word. But it was easy to guess what he wanted as he lay on his back. I moved down his body and started licking his knob. His penis wasn't huge, only about six inches. So I was able to take nearly all of it into my mouth without gagging, bobbing my head up and down for five minutes. Then, I climbed up his chest, straddled his hips, took hold of his dick and pushed myself down on him. I knew, since I was the "working girl" this wasn't about me. I wanted to make sure he enjoyed the ride and the way he started screaming, I knew my kegel exercises were paying off. He pulled me forward and started sucking my tits into his mouth. I came so hard, it felt like an explosion, but then he blew up inside of me and I just collapsed on top of him. I was about to roll off of him, but he said no, so I fell asleep on top of him, with his dick buried in my cunt. That's the way we woke up at noon. He had a morning hard on inside of me, stuck deeply wedged in my now dry pussy. He laughed a little bit, then started playing with my tits, sucking and rubbing them. Before too long, my juices were flowing and we were able to start fucking in earnest. I started walking to the bathroom, but he stopped me, took my hand and guided me to the oversized shower. Instead of letting me use the commode, he knelt down in front of me inside the shower, and told me to go ahead and do my business. It was definitely kinky, but as I started to pee on him, he aimed the head of his penis at my vagina and started to pee. We literally crossed streams then turned on the shower to clean up. Brunch was waiting on the dining table when we walked out. Joseph dropped his robe and sat down naked, then pulled my robe off me and had me sit on his lap. That's how we ate, feeding each other as we felt each other up. Sometime while we were eating, the housekeepers snuck into the bedroom through another door and cleaned up the room. I found my clothes neatly cleaned and pressed, wrapped in a bag. Another package held the clothes I'm wearing now. Joseph said he guessed at the size and had his personal concierge send them up. When he ever made the call, I just don't know. But then he kissed me, thanked me for a wonderful evening and said my car would be waiting at the high roller valet. The one thing I didn't ask my wife was the question that brought us to that point on a Sunday afternoon. I didn't have to ask because, after finishing her story, Marcy reached into the bag and brought out an envelope. I'd never seen $15,000 dollars before, but that was her tip for the night. We made slow, passionate love for the rest of the afternoon. Then that evening, I overheard Marcy on the phone with Steve, asking when her next date would be. I guess she's found a new job after all.