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Chapter Thirty-one

Thursday
December 11, 1958

Johnny lay quietly and listened to the three of them. They probably thought he was sleeping; though how he could sleep through all of this was beyond him. Maeve held Beth's hands to the bed and kissed her while Sue licked Beth's pussy. Beth had been writhing, now she lay quietly, tremors periodically running through her body.

Johnny knew if he moved he was in for it, so he lay quietly, trying to keep his eyes shut while the bed shifted under their movements.

It was when someone kicked him that he opened his eyes. At the same moment he felt a hand grasp his hard cock. Maeve looked down on him, put her hand over his mouth and smiled. "Beth wants you in her pussy, I want you in my pussy, Sue wants you on her face. We'll take you in that order. We don't need a switch for you, do we?"

Johnny shook his head. He blinked his eyes and gave a tentative smile when Maeve took away her hand and kissed him as Beth sat on his cock.

Beth came quickly; Maeve took her place. Johnny could hear Beth moan beside him as Maeve fucked him.

Maeve took longer. She cried out, fucked him harder then stopped, panting over him. He felt her hands on his stomach, massaging him. Maeve climbed off him, to his side. Sue was under her.

"Fuck my pussy," Maeve said. She held her ass high in the air for him.

Johnny sat, then moved to her. He placed his knees on either side of Sue's head and knelt behind Maeve, touching her flanks.

Johnny fucked Maeve from behind. When he was ready to come he pulled out and let Sue finish him with her hands, both of them, one on top of the other like he was a baseball bat. She directed the come onto her then shook, blinking her eyes, mouth open, her face covered.

Johnny leaned over Maeve, held her close to him. Her breasts swayed against his hands.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Beth using her hands in Sue's pussy to bring her off a second time. Johnny looked down at Sue. She held his cock, raised her head to lick the tip.

Johnny remembered driving the three of them home last night. Maeve and Beth were singing a variant of One Hundred Beers that had cocks and cunts instead. They sat in the back, arms over each other's shoulders; one of Beth's legs was over Maeve's. Sue was with him in the front seat. She had his cock in her mouth. He was going to have to pull over soon; she was driving him crazy. When Johnny parked in his drive, they raced him to the door. He found as he followed Beth inside that all three had ideas. Extravagant ideas.

Johnny climbed over Maeve's leg and lay down on the bed. Beth moved to his cock. For hours last night and again this morning. He looked up and saw Maeve's face. They kissed.

Gloria and Darlene waited in the kitchen for Shirley. Billy was the only one up this early. She chatted as she made coffee and started toast.

"She'll be down shortly. She has to make sure Michael keeps his priorities straight." Billy took two pieces out of the toaster and replaced them with two from the loaf. She buttered the toast.

She winked at them as they heard steps on the stairs.

Shirley walked in the room, followed by Michael.

"Aw come on, hon. What was I supposed to do?" he asked.

Shirley poured a coffee and sat next to Darlene. "Good morning."

Michael sat next to Shirley. "It wasn't my fault, hon."

Billy shook her head. "We told you, you just didn't listen, Michael." She put a plate of toast on the table with jars of jams and preserves. "Help yourself."

"Billy said you wanted to talk to me." Shirley sipped her coffee watching Gloria.

"We'd like to borrow you today." Gloria picked up a piece of toast and laid it on her plate. "We'll have you back at five."

Shirley gave a nod. "Sure." She took a piece of toast. "I do need to be back in a timely fashion." She spread jam on her toast. "I need to find someone to be my partner tonight." She sat back in her seat. "The person I was counting on has other commitments."

"Come on, hon. I said I was sorry."

Shirley ate her toast.

"If no one else is available, I'll spot you," Gloria said.

"Me, too," Darlene said. She smiled enthusiastically at Michael.

"Aren't you kind of young?" Billy asked.

"She's okay," Gloria said. "She's done it before for me."

Shirley gave a nod. "Okay. I have to talk for a moment to Michael, then I'll be ready." She gave another nod, then turned to Michael. "You know what I said, Michael."

"But it's not my fault."

"Which? Having your cock buried to the hilt in sweet little Eve's ass. Or doing it in my room so I could find you. Both?" She winked at Gloria.

"Hon. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Michael, I want to see penance on your part."

"I'll do anything." Michael's eyes pleaded.

"Billy, he's yours. When you're done, pass him along. Hon, you are going to fuck every girl here, all day long. If you can still stand when we leave this evening, you can go with me. If not, maybe Eve and Loreli will let you sleep with them tonight. There's always the couch or maybe, even better, the back seat of your car."

Billy handed Michael a plate of toast. "Eat up, buster. It'd better be quick because I have work to do today." Billy sat down next to Michael. "What if he can't get it up?" she asked Shirley.

Shirley smiled as she stood. "That's not our problem is it? It's not as if he were a paying customer."

Billy gave a nod. "She's being lenient on you, Michael. Two girls an hour. Let's see." She thought for a moment. "Eight hours. You can do it if you try." She grinned at Shirley, then at Darlene. "You're probably too young to be listening to this, but what are your thoughts on the matter?"

Darlene glanced at Gloria then leaned forward. She took out her pocketknife and opened the blade. "Snick. Snick."

Billy laughed at the way Michael stared at Darlene.

"I think everyone," Gloria said, "is being too hard on poor Michael. He's a man, he really can't help it."

"Man's evolutionary impediment." Shirley smiled. "Go on."

"I have a task for him. Darlene and I began a project last night . . ."

"Fuckwad," Darlene said. She closed the pocketknife and put it back in her pocket.

"Fuckwad. There's a man who's not been treating Kitty nicely. Not nicely at all. Darlene and I think he should leave town."

Darlene laughed. "You should have seen his face when Gloria handed me this huge knife and says, 'Slash his tires.' Then his eyes really bugged out when she pointed the pistol at him."

Michael turned to Gloria. "You? A gun?"

Gloria winked at Darlene. "It's hers actually. Yes, I threatened him with bodily injury."

Billy slapped the table. "You better do something quick, Michael, or they'll kill the poor bastard." She slowly asked, "Where does he live, perchance?"

Gloria turned to Shirley. "That's why we need your help and advice." She looked at Michael. "He's not that smart. He'll need to be told more than once. So, perhaps a more fitting penance would be a trip to his house to deliver a message. He won't be in until this evening."

"I'll give up my share of Michael's ass today," Billy said.

"Michael and I can visit him, Darlene can watch you until we get back, then Michael can take over again."

Michael turned to Shirley. "I'm sorry, hon, but you know how Eve gets."

Shirley turned to him and gave him a smile. "Okay, hon. I know it's not your fault, really." She frowned. "But if I come home and see something like that again you'll wish it were snick, snick. You can't wait, go do it somewhere else. I don't want to see it and I don't want you so tired you're pleading headaches. Understand?"

Michael nodded emphatically. "It won't happen again, hon. I promise."

Shirley leaned to him and they kissed. Shirley rose to her feet. "I'll get dressed."

When they drove to Sarasota, Shirley sat in front with Gloria, Darlene sat in back. Shirley laughed as they got in the car. "Have you met Eve yet?"

Gloria shook her head. "I don't think so. I've heard about her."

"She's sweet. Can't blame Michael a bit, I'd do the same. He'll be good for a couple days, and then we'll have the same blowup all over again. Makes him feel the he-man, me complaining about his conquests." She laughed. "Beth in the room, getting him warmed up for me and cleaning me up afterwards has him going too. Have you met Beth yet? No? She's Charles' wife. She's Johnny's new girl. If Charles can stand it, I'll recommend that Johnny keep her on."

"Charles' wife? Elizabeth who helps with the kids?"

"One of us." Shirley gave a nod. "You have a problem? Other than fuckwad?"

Gloria, then Darlene, told what was happening to Kitty.

Johnny couldn't reach Al by phone, he hadn't called early enough. He decided to drive over and leave a message on the door at Al's home on his way to The Pelican and his meeting with Steve. He'd stop first at the hardware store and have extra keys for the warehouse made. Al would need a set.

Johnny had dropped Beth off at Kitty's. She had been quiet on the drive, letting Sue do all the talking. Beth, this morning, seemed determined to participate actively in Bar Night tonight, which surprised him only a little. He'd stopped being surprised after the first week with Maeve. Surprised a little from time to time like with Beth, but just a little.

Johnny dropped Sue off at Alex's. She and he had plans to make. They both would have to have sets of keys. Sue didn't jump up and down when he suggested a closer working relationship with Alex. When he reminded her she'd still be able to work at The House and participate in photo shoots on the other side of the camera, she'd nodded her head. When he asked her if she could recommend anyone to be the studio girl for Al and his crew while they worked, her eyes flashed.

"I can do that, Johnny."

"Are you sure? It won't get in the way of your other activities?"

"How many are there?" Her eyes were unblinking as she asked him. Her mouth was open just a bit. He could see the tongue move beyond her teeth.

"Five."

"Five," she said several times. "No more than five?" She watched him eagerly.

"Plumbers and electricians, the building inspector and I'll be around now and again."

She was silent for a moment. "Seven, eight. Maybe ten sometimes?"

He was sure there'd be more.

She glowed when she left the car. She kissed him and slowly walked to Alex's. He wondered how much work they'd get done.

Gloria watched Kitty stand at the door as Darlene and Shirley took Mark. Kitty shut the door and slowly walked to Greg's bed. He sat in the wheelchair and looked out the window at the Gulf.

"Take off your clothes," Gloria told her.

Kitty turned to Gloria, saw her face and began to undress. She laid her shirt on the bed, then her jeans.

"Let us look at you," Gloria said.

Kitty walked out from between the beds. "What's going on?"

"Turn."

Kitty stared at Gloria, then turned.

"Turn slowly, Kitty." Gloria smiled and did a circular motion with her finger.

Kitty turned slowly. She held her hands out from her body.

"She look okay to you, Greg?"

Greg grunted.

"That wasn't very enthusiastic, Greg." Gloria stood. "Maybe you need someone else to compare her to." She unzipped her dress, slipped her arms out of the sleeves and pushed it down her body. She unclipped the stockings and undid her garter belt. She set the garter belt on her dress. She sat and rolled the stockings down her legs.

Gloria stood and spun slowly in front of Greg. "There. Now you can compare. Give me five dollars." She held out her hand. "Go on, give me five dollars."

Greg took out his wallet, took out a five and handed it to her.

"Thanks. Sure, I'll fuck you. Give me a hundred."

"What are you doing, Gloria?" Kitty asked.

"I'm not talking to you. Give me a hundred," Gloria said, holding her hand out in front of her.

He handed her five twenties.

Gloria folded the bills, set them on her clothes. She turned to Kitty. "Go on sit on the bed for a minute. Not a word."

Kitty glanced at her, then sat, her hands in her lap.

"Before we fuck, Greg, I'm going to explain things. You've just bought Kitty for a month." She turned to Kitty. "Don't say a word. You can talk later." She said to Greg. "You're her pimp. You get half she makes. If she does two hundred dollars at the hotel, Johnny gets a hundred and you get fifty. Understand?"

Greg shook his head. "I don't want to . . ."

"You should have thought about that before you gave me the hundred. Now, since you're her pimp, you live in her house. If I find out you're not treating her right, I'll come over and you'll wish you had kneecaps for me to bust. Understand? I mean it."

Greg gave a slow nod.

"If she doesn't make anything you don't make anything. Don't blame her. If you need money, get a job. Understand?"

Greg looked at Kitty then at Gloria. "I think so."

Gloria shook her head. "You can't," she waved her hands impatiently, "think so. This is the way it's going to be for the next month."

"I understand." He tightly held the tires of the wheelchair.

"What are you?"

He shook his head.

"I don't have all day. You're her pimp. She's your whore. Your private piece of ass. What are you?"

"A pimp?"

Gloria leaned against the wall. "You are starting to make me angry, Greg. What are you?"

"A pimp."

"What is she?" Gloria hooked her thumb at Kitty.

Greg shook his head.

"What is she?" Gloria crossed her arms in front of her breasts.

"A whore," he said softly.

"Whose whore?"

He shook his head.

"Come on. We're waiting so we can get to the fun part."

"My whore," he said softly.

"Damn right. Don't go away." Gloria stepped to Kitty. "And you, sister. Look at me."

Kitty raised her face.

"Next time I hear you're holding out on Greg or Johnny, I will personally whip the hide off you. If you don't like this situation, tell Greg or Johnny to leave you alone. You don't need to go anywhere or do anything stupid. If you have problems you let me know and we'll take care of them together. That's what friends are for." Gloria took a step closer and took Kitty's chin in her fingers.

"Kitty. Darlene and I had an interesting discussion with Pete last night. He thinks I'm crazy because I told him I wanted to shoot his dick off. He waited for me, with his pants around his ankles, to pull the trigger. Michael's going over tonight. If necessary about ten angry women will go over Saturday night to shove their spike heels up his ass. He's not staying long, Kitty. He won't bother you again. Understand?"

Kitty nodded as Gloria released her chin. She wiped her face with her hands.

"Now help me get Greg ready. I have five bucks I have to earn." Gloria took a step back.

Greg got on bed himself and Kitty helped him undress.

"Anything I should know?"

Kitty shook her head.

Gloria climbed on top of Greg. "Being Kitty's pimp gives you special privileges. From now on, this is free." Gloria reached down and held his cock as she kissed him. When he was hard, she lowered her pussy on him. "You don't have to do anything at all. Just relax."

Gloria raised and lowered her pussy on his cock, bracing herself with her arm. She rubbed her breast with her other hand. She bent her head back and began to move more quickly.

She saw Kitty walk closer to them. Kitty put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed as he looked from one to the other. Kitty bent and kissed him as Gloria squeezed his cock with her cunt and stroked it.

Greg arched his back and held Kitty to him as he came. Gloria stopped, settled on his cock. She touched Kitty's shoulder, stroked the skin over her ribs.

"I'll give you a hundred to fuck your whore, Greg," Gloria said.

"It's okay," Kitty said to him. She stood and left them. She carried the five twenties to the bed and placed it in Greg's hand. Greg stared at the money and then his eyes watched her as Gloria bent to kiss him.

Gloria climbed off Greg. She touched his face. "Some men find this exciting to watch. I'm sure your whore will know what to do."

Kitty carried her clothes to the dresser then climbed onto the bed with Gloria.

"You know what to do," Gloria said.

They kissed, embraced and touched each other's bodies. They could feel Greg's eyes on them as they took turns pleasing the other. Kitty wailed when she came, she looked quickly to Greg and then back to Gloria and they kissed. Gloria's orgasm was slower, less intense. She lay on her back under Kitty afterwards. She felt more relaxed than she'd felt for weeks.

Gloria kissed Kitty and whispered, "Thank you, my dear," in her ear.

Kitty left Gloria to watch as Kitty climbed on top of Greg. Kitty fucked him hard, holding his hands to her breasts. She leaned back and raised herself slightly off his body so she could move faster. She released his hands and supported herself, her arms behind her.

Gloria stood next to them. "Here," she said, taking Greg's right hand. She directed it to Kitty's pussy, moved his fingers to the right spot. "It's here," she said in his ear.

Kitty jerked her head forward, stared at him as she fucked. She wailed, flung her head back and wailed as she thrust herself onto his cock and fingers.

Afterwards, as Kitty lay with Greg, circling his nipple with her finger, Gloria had a few more words for him.

"Greg, as a pimp what you say goes. Only you'll quickly learn that what you say doesn't quite get done the way you expected. Maybe most of the time hardly at all as you expected. A good pimp knows and accepts that. The other important thing to realize is when one of your whores asks you a question you shouldn't think too hard about it, just agree. Otherwise you are in for a world of trouble."

Gloria stood. "Darlene has some things to say to you both, too. I'll get her." She watched them as she dressed. She left the room and found Darlene waiting on the beach.

"Your turn," Gloria said.

"Everything go okay?" Darlene stood and brushed off the sand on her trousers.

"They look resigned to the idea." Gloria smiled. "Don't be too hard on them. They're dewy eyed." Gloria winked. "Are we going to Mark's pirate place for lunch?"

"I guess." Darlene shrugged.

"Everything's okay up there. Just a little nudge. Remind her Pete isn't an option. Remind her I've become a hard ass."

"You scare me sometimes."

"I know. I just had the first climax I've had for ages. I'll get better."

"Spare me the gory details." Darlene shook her head, glanced at her and grinned.

Johnny relaxed in his seat at The Pelican. Mil brought him a pie and they talked about stocks for a moment. She knew more than he did. He wondered if he should take her on to manage their portfolio. Maeve had said no new girls and she meant it. He shrugged his shoulders.

Johnny had thought about stopping by The House and picking up a girl for the afternoon. Connie would be nice; Billy; there was always Eve who he had to admit he had a soft spot for. He thought about being tired afterwards, then this evening would last for hours. He already promised Eve he'd be with her. He had everything set up. Several bars on a block on Fourth, an alley with a vacant lot behind.

He decided instead he'd go home, take a nap, no detours. If he couldn't sleep, he'd read and listen to records. He couldn't wait.

Steve sat down opposite him. They looked at each other for a moment as Mil brought a cup and poured a coffee.

"A pie for Steve, too, Mil," Johnny said. He watched her leave.

"My office said you wanted to see me."

Johnny pushed his empty pie plate aside. "News and a question. The news is Gloria found Cherry and both are back from Philadelphia. Thanks, Mil. The other news is, Cherry isn't their sister. Just a girl they met who was nice to them in Philadelphia. She's glad to be gone from there." Johnny slid a photo across the table.

Steve glanced at it, then raised his eyes to Johnny.

"She wasn't that way last summer. Life is hard for some people." He sat back in his seat. "Keep the picture. Winifred, Darlene, Fancy and Mary are all there were. No more on their story. No more on why they left."

Johnny leaned forward and asked softly, "Finish your shots yet, Steve?" He watched Steve's face. "I only found out two days ago." Johnny sat back in his seat.

Steve pushed his pie aside. "They're done. That was a cheap trick."

"She was also pregnant, Steve. She had an abortion in Philadelphia. No problems. No back alley, a nice clinic."

Steve shook his head.

"I don't think it was yours, Steve. I just wanted you to know I'm not that angry."

Steve started to speak.

"Not that angry. She is a terrible temptation. I should know. She's settled down a little. She and Gloria stick pretty close together. I don't know all that happened in Philadelphia, I think very little of it was nice. They brought back a couple more kids."

Steve sat back in his seat. "I didn't mean it to happen. It was just she was there and . . ."

"Oh so willing." Johnny smiled. "I know. Darlene also brought a gun back with her, an old revolver. I don't think you have to worry. No one has even talked about you."

"She's . . ."

"Gloria cut her hair, she dresses as a boy, fools most people. Still smart as a whip and beautiful. She's changed, too. Gloria has the pistol now. I don't think she lets it into Kitty's house. Smile," Johnny said. "Don't look so bleak."

Steve's hand shook as he drank his coffee.

"Kitty maybe has a new boyfriend, one who'll stick for more than a few days. A wounded vet, pretty badly wounded vet." Johnny smiled. "Only problem is Winifred's sweet on him." Johnny winked at Steve. "I'm glad the heat's off me, both Winifred and Darlene. Enjoy your pie. I'll stop talking."

Johnny watched Steve finish his pie. Steve mostly looked out the plate glass window to his left.

"Any new girls I'd be interested in?"

Steve put his fork down. "Just this week. Three young ones on Central."

"I'll take a drive by. Anything else?"

Steve shook his head. He wiped his mouth with the paper napkin. "I should go."

"Steve." Johnny paused. "Thank you for all you've done. Everybody slips now and again. We're only human. Darlene isn't upset at all."

Steve shook his head. "I have to go."

"Steve. Wait a minute." Johnny watched him sit. "Some of my girls would like a nice guy for a boyfriend. I'm not offering you anything, or a bribe. Just if you're interested in going out on a date with a nice girl. Going to a movie, going fishing. Anything but," Johnny tipped his hand back and forth, "let me know. The only reason they're not happy housewives is a matter of circumstance." That was laying it on rather thick, Johnny thought, but what the hell. He smiled.

Steve stared at Johnny. "I've been going steady with a girl I met at church a couple of months ago."

Johnny stood and held out his hand. "Congratulations. I was worried."

Steve took his hand as he stood. "You don't need to worry."

"Would you like to meet each Thursday, this time? We could keep each other up to date."

Steve's eyes dropped then came back level with Johnny's. "I'll put it on the calendar. Call my office the day beforehand just to be sure nothing has come up."

"Thanks, Steve. Till next week."

Steve turned and took a step. He turned back to Johnny. "What are you planning to do with all those kids?"

"After college they're on their own."

Steve looked at him for a moment longer then left.

Johnny sat and drank his coffee. He wasn't exactly telling the truth. Maeve told him how she felt at the movies with little Tiger holding her fingers tight the whole time. He didn't think they'd get off that easy, just with college.

Maeve did a double. It had been a while, never at this hotel, since she'd done a double. They were two engineers, she thought maybe with Andrew's company, but she didn't ask.

They were a lot like Charles and Alex the first time she met them. Charles with his pens in his pocket, one had leaked. Both were nervous, she had to be sure to make no quick movements around them.

Unlike Charles and Alex they were sedate in bed. One after the other. She didn't carry on, she didn't want to scare them. The double worked this way. They had paid two hundred for two hours, both of them together. She hoped to give them their money's worth.

Any other place and she would offer them wine to help loosen them up. Maybe she should have a record player; they could listen to music. Maybe the room should have a few magazines, something to perk them up.

She wasn't eager to be done with them. They could stay all afternoon for all she cared. One forty this morning, two hundred this afternoon, she wasn't money greedy.

They watched her, done, so they were off the bed. She slowly stretched. Johnny liked to watch her when she lay on her back. She stretched and held her hands behind her head.

"What would you like to do next?" she asked.

Bob glanced at Lou. The only way she could tell them apart was Lou didn't have much hair left.

Maeve sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "I have an idea." She looked at Bob then Lou. "But you have to agree first."

They nodded their heads.

She smiled at them. She could ask for their wallets and they'd give them to her. She got off the bed and went to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and took out a pack of cards. She handed them to Lou, the balding one, and sat on the corner of the bed, legs open, facing them.

"You both draw a card. Highest card sets a task for me to do." She grinned at them. "The task lasts five minutes so just saying sitting pretty will get boring. After you two give me a task, and it can be anything, I'll give one or both of you a task."

Maeve leaned on her arms behind her. She held her tummy in and watched their eyes on her breasts. "We'll start off simple. Nothing really hard to begin with. If you want me to do something I don't want to do, I'll tell you. Same with you. All right?"

Bob and Lou quickly nodded their heads.

Maeve sat straight. "Shuffle, cut and draw." She watched them. Bob showed an eight of clubs, Lou a three of hearts.

"Go ahead, Bob." She gave him a bright smile.

Bob looked quickly at Lou. He glanced at her, then back at Lou. He let out a breath and turned to her. "Walk around the room and show us your beautiful body."

Maeve stood. "You keep time, Lou." She walked slowly to her high heels, making sure her hips had a sway. She stepped into her heels and then went toward the window. She turned sharply and walked sharply back to them. She stopped in front of Lou and bent slowly, holding her breasts up with her hands. She straightened, turned slowly and bent slowly, her ass inches away from Lou's face. She imagined them smelling her. She stood and held her arms bent around her head. She slowly turned. She turned again and bent, shaking her breasts in Lou's face then Bob's.

Maeve turned and walked across the room. She picked up a straight chair and carried it to the center of the room. She set the chair down and stepped around it. The only sound in the room was her footsteps and their breathing.

Maeve put her foot on the chair seat and bent slowly, straightened, then twisted her upper torso. She sat on the chair and brought her legs up, holding her ankles with her hands. She lowered her feet, stood then stepped onto the chair. She held the chair back as she squatted, keeping her legs open.

She watched their eyes as she stood on the chair seat and began to dance. She bent her knees, straightened at the same time she rocked her shoulders back and forth. She held her hands palm down, fingers spread as she did this. Then she stepped off the chair and set it back against the wall. She swayed as she walked toward them, then stopped in front of Bob.

"Time?" she asked.

"Time."

Maeve sat on the bed. "Draw again."

Bob won a second time. He studied her and licked his lips. He glanced at Lou, turned to her and stared. He shook his head.

"Can't think of anything?" Maeve smiled at him.

He shook his head.

"Or can't say it?"

He gave a nod. "Maybe you could . . ." He shook his head.

Maeve raised her foot to the bed and held it, pressing her leg into her breasts. "My turn?"

They both nodded.

"I want one of you to fuck my mouth while the other fucks my pussy. Lou's choice. I'll be on my hands and knees on the floor." She looked at Bob. "Something like that?"

At his nod she got onto the floor. She crawled to Lou and took his cock into her mouth. She got him hard. She held his cock with her hand as she crawled a step to Bob. She sucked his cock as her fingers lightly played on Lou's.

She moved away from them and waited.

Lou was in her pussy and thrusting madly as Bob moved around to her front. Lou finished as Bob stood in front of her. She sucked him while she played with herself. She never came this way, almost never, but it was nice.

She held Bob's cock on her tongue so he could watch it come into her mouth. She turned so Lou could see the come then she closed her mouth and swallowed it all. She licked Bob clean, then Lou.

She sat on the bed. "Shuffle, cut and draw." She liked the look on their faces when she said that.

Johnny was still a little groggy after his nap. The girls chattered, excited about Bar Night as he drove his Buick. Billy sat next to him, her knee on the seat and whole body turned to the back. She used her hands as she talked. Neva and Connie were in the back seat.

Although Neva wasn't going to participate tonight she had advice; the younger women listened.

Johnny parked in his drive and followed them into the house. He prepared snacks in the kitchen as they set up with Alex. Johnny carried soft drinks and chips on a tray and set them on the table by the fridge. "Drinks and chips on the table," he said. Alex and he had already worked out the shots.

Johnny walked to the couch with his cola and sat down to watch.

Billy finished removing her clothes and stepped to the table. She brought Connie's and her drinks. Neva rolled up her stockings and clipped them to the garter belt. She wasn't wearing panties this time, just bra, garter belt and stockings. All of them wore spike high heels. Neva went to the table and took a handful of chips and picked up her drink.

Connie wore panties, stockings, without a garter belt, and a bra. She wiggled into her dress and smoothed it over her hips. Billy zipped her back. Then she zipped Billy's dress. Neva wore a bold flora print dress as a contrast to Billy's and Connie's plain dresses.

Alex had them stand close together in front of the white paper backdrop which hung on the wall. They stood; Connie who was tallest and slender to the left, then Neva who had a heavier build and large breasts, and, furthest right, Billy, who was shortest.

They made a sequence of shots for a set. This pose, then the girls lifted a corner of their skirts to the top of their stockings. The glimpse of leg was almost as important as the look on their faces. The next shot had them undressing each other. A number of shots were made of them in their lingerie, singly, as pairs and all three together pressed up against one another.

The final set of shots had them slowly strip and posing together. Neva had large breasts which figured prominently in a sequence within the sequence.

Johnny enjoyed watching them. All three had expressive faces and bodies, plus they enjoyed hamming for the camera. None of these poses were any different from what they had done in their working lives. They knew how to draw the male eye and hold it.

Billy joined Johnny on the couch as she finished her milk and they watched Alex shoot extra shots of Neva posing nude.

"I wish I could look that good when I get to be as old as her."

"All of thirty-eight." Johnny watched Neva on the floor. "We've leased a warehouse for a studio. It's bigger, warmer, Sue will be able to help out with the photography more."

"She said something today about it. Ten men in her pussy all day long was how she put it." Billy grinned at him.

"That's if the electricians, plumbers, building inspector and I are there at the same time as Al's crew."

Billy gave a nod and stood. "I know. What's Al like?"

"You'll like him. He's Gloria's friend. He helps out."

Billy brought her clothes to the couch and began to dress. "See anything you like, we can do a quickie."

Johnny crossed his legs. "I'm saving myself for later tonight."

"Just so you save a little for me." She winked at him and sat on the couch dressed.

"And Lori and Eve and Sue and Shirley and . . ."

"You're wearing me out. Stop it."

"Billy."

"Thanks."

"And Beth and . . ."

"Stop it. I'm getting dizzy." She held her hands to her head and shook it.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone."

"The one they wouldn't put on TV?"

"That one. Titled: 'Too Much of a Good Thing.'"

"Looks like they're ready to go." Billy stood. She watched him as he stood. "I feel like I should be doing warm-up exercises first."

"Knee bends. Touching the toes and jumping jacks. Those might be interesting pictures."

"No, silly. This kind." Billy opened her mouth and pushed at her cheeks. "To limber up."

Johnny followed them out to his car. Alex and Neva drove in Alex's car. Johnny followed them with Connie and Billy in his Buick. Everyone wanted to see if Neva would have her head visible the whole trip. Johnny bet she would. Connie and Billy bet she wouldn't. They won.

Maeve parked behind The House. There was a two car garage and garage apartment facing the alley. Neva, Lori and Michael had their cars in the garage and alongside. Maeve parked along a fence in the alley.

They never fixed up the apartment. It was used to store junk. Johnny couldn't bear to part with anything. Those dumb Frank Sinatra records, boxes of photos they'd never be able to sell, and a box of her torn dresses. His sentimental streak was one of the things that made him appealing as a boyfriend. It was useless in a husband with a house full of tarts waiting his beck and call.

She walked past Michael's car to the back door of The House. The kitchen was crowded when she went in. She found Michael, who set her up in one of the rooms upstairs.

"You'll be alone for a couple of hours, I'm afraid," Michael said.

"So they're all hot to trot." Maeve took off her dress and hung it in the closet. "Whose room is this?"

"Lori's and Eve's."

"I thought I recognized Eve's new dresses here." Maeve took a robe off the hanger and put it on. "All ready for business."

Michael showed her the chart on the wall downstairs. Her name had been added to the bottom. Below the chart was a shelf with envelopes and a box.

"You don't need me to tell you, do you?"

Maeve shook her head.

"I'll keep everyone in back. Good luck."

Maeve kissed Michael and watched him go down the hall. She sat on the couch and waited. Ninety percent of the business was the ten-dollar basic. Watch tonight be one of those oddball nights, everybody wanting specials.

Alex and Neva walked through to the kitchen, then Johnny, Billy and Connie. Maeve snagged Johnny for a kiss.

Darlene and Gloria were next. Maeve raised her eyebrow.

"We're helping spot Shirley tonight," Gloria said. "Then we'll go back to Kitty's and Neva will help you out." Gloria sat on the couch. Darlene went to the kitchen.

"She's beginning to walk like a man now."

Gloria smiled. "She's a remarkable mimic."

"You're in love with her, also."

"Don't tell Kitty."

"And Kitty?"

"I think we have things straightened out. Greg is going to move into Kitty's with her."

"Good."

"It'll drive Winifred crazy."

"She understands this is the first step."

"You're Machiavellian, Maeve."

Maeve gave her a broad smile. "Why thank you, Gloria."

Gloria stood. "They're probably waiting for me."

A man walked in the door and looked at them.

Maeve stood. "I'll take care of this. Have fun."

Johnny knocked on the table until everyone was quiet. "We're just about ready. Everybody pair up with their partners." He watched them move about in the room. When everybody was settled and began talking again, he knocked on the table until they were silent.

"It's seven now. We meet at my house at ten. Past ten thirty and you're disqualified. There are two contests. First hundred and most money. For first hundred call Gladys when you have the money in hand. She'll call me around ten thirty. Everybody be honest, please." He waved his hand. "I know. Everybody ready?" He looked at naked Eve standing next to him, her finger curled through a belt loop. "Go."

Shirley, Michael, Gloria and Darlene left by the front, Lori and Charles (who got a kiss from Beth as he passed) went out the back. He didn't see Sue and Alex leave. They were probably going to Alex's neighborhood bar. Billy and Al, Connie and Scott, and Beth and Don left by the front. Al and his friends didn't look like they were quite sure what they'd gotten themselves into. He'd talk to Al later this evening about the studio.

He felt a tug at his belt loop. He smiled at Eve.

"Come on," she said. "They're beating us."

Johnny handed her a hundred-dollar bill. "To make it fair we should screw first."

Eve started with his belt. "You promised me behind a bar."

"Upstairs." Johnny took her hand. "A screw. You call Gladys, then the bar."

"Isn't this cheating?"

"Probably, but I'm also the judge."

Eve led him upstairs. She started to go in her room, saw Maeve and her customer and backed out. "We'll use Connie's room."

Johnny waved at Maeve then followed Eve.

Eve lay on the bed ready for him.

Johnny started to undress.

"Quick, Johnny. Just stick it in."

Johnny took his time undressing, enjoying the look on her face. They kissed, hugged; then he stuck it in.

He held his hand over her mouth as he fucked her. "You let out a scream, Maeve will kill me."

She nodded.

Johnny held her to him as he fucked her. She writhed in his arms like an eel, twisting and moving. She shuddered, then screamed, tried to cut the scream off, she couldn't.

After he came she held him to her.

"Sorry, Johnny."

"Don't worry about it. We'll think of some way to placate Maeve."

Eve gave a nod and twisted under him. "I have to call."

Johnny let her up, watched her run out the room and heard her run down the stairs.

Maeve came to the doorway. "How's Bar Night so far, Johnny?"

Johnny sat and picked up his shirt. "I figured this was better than out in the church parking lot."

Maeve grinned and walked away.

Eve stood in the doorway hopping from foot to foot as Johnny dressed. "Come on, Johnny."

Johnny tied his shoes then rose to his feet. He held out his hand and let her lead him, pull him rather.

They passed Maeve and two men in the living room. The men's eyes grew large when they saw Eve. Johnny handed Maeve a piece of paper. "Where we'll be in case it gets to be too much here. In the alley."

Maeve glanced at the paper, folded it. "How much, Johnny?"

Johnny held his hand over his head and looked skyward. "Free."

"How much, Johnny?"

"Five dollars, as much as they want."

Maeve shook her head. "Go." She flicked her fingers at him. "Shoo."

Eve pulled him out to his car. She waited impatiently as he got in the driver's seat. "Go, Johnny."

Kitty smiled at Mark. Poor Mark; he didn't understand what all the fuss was about. Greg and she had just weathered their second argument.

Mark had no problem with Greg moving in. He liked the idea. He thought there were too many girls at his house.

That settled, they went to eat. Greg and she made eyes to each other through the whole meal and then he wanted to pay for it.

"I'm paying this time," Kitty said.

"I should pay," Greg said. He had his wallet out.

"I'm going to pay. It's my turn." Kitty laid her wallet on the table.

"Keep your money for other things. I'm paying for dinner."

"Better things as in a skirt and frilly blouse and stupid shoes no one can walk in?"

"I didn't say that."

"What did you say, Greg?" She opened her wallet and took out the money. Mark's eyes were on her.

"Keep your money for other things."

"My, you're cocky this evening."

Greg slapped his wallet on the table and turned to Mark who was watching him. "Would you be able to help me in the restroom, Mark?"

Kitty stood. "I can help you, Greg."

"It's a men's room."

"So what."

Greg looked at Mark. "What would you do?"

Mark watched Kitty. "Why don't you share?"

Kitty sat in her seat. "Go half?" She glanced at Greg.

Greg nodded and passed his billfold to Mark. "You count out half while your mom helps me."

Kitty gave Mark her wallet. "Count out my half also, Mark."

She followed Greg to the restroom door.

"I'll go in first," Greg said.

"If it makes you feel better." She waited outside until he told her it was safe. She rolled her eyes. Greg didn't know her, did he?

Mark almost got the money right. He was doing better with math.

They walked on the beach afterwards, Mark on one side of Greg, she on the other. It felt nice being together.

"I was thinking of going to JC, just a few classes. Would you want to go too?"

"I'll think about it. I probably should get a job."

"So you can pay for dinner?"

"And other things."

"We'll do okay, Greg. Don't worry."

"I want to do my share."

"You do already. Doesn't he, Mark?"

Mark had run ahead, he stopped and turned. "Look, Mom, look, Greg, a horseshoe crab." He stood fascinated over the carcass. There was no moon yet, but light from the hotels on the beach made up for it. The electric lights were harsher, the shadows were sharper, than the moonlight Kitty loved on the beach.

Kitty touched Greg's shoulder and thought about Gloria's and Darlene's visit tomorrow. She could hardly wait to be alone with him.

Johnny stood outside his Buick, parked in the alley next to the three bars. He had put up signs earlier today in the restrooms. When they had pulled up, it looked like men had been waiting. Eve jumped out of the car, Johnny stopped her and made her wait as he got the blanket and box from the trunk. He handed the box to her and carried the blanket to the center of the vacant lot to a spot where he had tromped down weeds. He shook out the blanket and let it fall on the ground. Eve stood on the blanket, held her arms up straight from her shoulders and slowly turned.

"This is beautiful, Johnny."

"I thought you'd like it, Eve. Need anything?"

"You know what I need, Johnny."

Johnny set the box on the corner of the blanket and tossed a handful of condoms by it. "Five dollars, gentlemen. I'll stamp your hand and you can come back for more, no extra charge."

Eve lay on her back on the blanket, her hands rubbing her pussy as she moaned.

"Thank you," Johnny said. He stamped the man's hand, dropped the five in the box. "There are condoms if you want."

The man shook his head, dropped his pants and knelt between her legs. He jacked off until he was hard and then he moved her hands.

She cried out when he entered her and kicked the blanket as he fucked her. The second was in her a minute later. Johnny stamped the pad as he waited. He expected the crowd would get larger in a few minutes once they heard in the bars it was for real.

He stamped the third man's hand, dropped the five in the box and was already wishing he'd brought a chair. Maybe he could talk one of them into bringing a chair from a bar. Better yet, maybe he could talk one of them into doing this and he could nurse a beer in the bar.

He stamped the fourth man's hand.

She looked beautiful in the streetlight. Pale on the old army blanket, arms and legs wrapped around an eager fellow. Her hair darker than the shadows. Her eyes flashing when she looked at him.

Gloria watched Shirley. She wore a collar; the leash was tied to the table. Shirley was sucking men off for two dollars a pop. She'd probably never make the hundred, but Shirley didn't look like she cared.

Darlene was in the bar drinking coke if she was good. This was a back room.

Gloria had never been in this bar before. It was in the north end of town. The neighborhood around it was filled with small two bedroom houses and little shops.

Michael was sure he could deal with Pete all by himself. Gloria hoped so. She leaned against the wall. Watching Shirley, she was tempted. Gloria would have them fuck her, one after the other quick, and then they'd do other things.

Three or four men watched Shirley as she sucked one of them off. They weren't saying much. They just watched, mouths open, really. It was funny to see.

She thought she'd talk to Michael when he got back. There were better bars, bigger — Shirley should get better than this.

Gloria thought about Darlene in the bar watching men go into this room. Darlene had a good idea what was happening. She must. She'd probably had to do the same sometimes. She remembered Neva's story about working in a place that had blowjob Tuesday. The girls worked above a bar; the owner had the idea of having one downstairs in the restroom giving, blowjobs to any who wanted one. The owner added a little to the drinks on Tuesday, the only one who didn't make out like a thief was the girl who wasn't making money working upstairs. They rotated and a lot of girls quit when they were done Monday night when their Tuesday was due to come up.

Gloria heard Shirley gag. Gloria stepped to the center of the room where she could see. One of them was a little too eager; Shirley was okay. Gloria watched just to make sure, saw him finish and pull out after he had come.

Gloria went back to her spot. What, twenty dollars so far and it must be eight by now. Gloria checked her watch. Eight ten.

She had an idea. She opened her purse and took out a ten. When Shirley was done with the next one, Gloria moved between her and the men.

She laid the ten on the table corner and said, "I'm next."

Shirley peered up at her. Foamy drool covered her chin.

"All right?" Gloria asked.

Shirley gave a nod.

Gloria pulled her dress up around her waist and sat on the table. She spread her legs. She almost never wore panties or a bra anymore. She felt better without them.

Shirley turned and began licking Gloria's clit. Her eyes held Gloria's.

Gloria leaned back to relax, enjoyed the feel of Shirley's tongue. She let out a moan and watched the faces of the men watching her.

"Why don't you feel if she's wet. I bet she'd let you fuck her for ten dollars. Wouldn't you, Shirley?"

Shirley nodded her head. She blinked her eyes at Gloria.

"Can they fuck your ass, Shirley?"

Shirley gave a nod.

"How much to fuck your ass, Shirley? Is she wet?"

Gloria saw the man nod and step back. Shirley held up five fingers, closed the fist three times.

"Just fifteen to fuck your ass, Shirley? You must really want it."

Shirley gave a quick nod then another.

Gloria winked at the men, then shut her eyes. A few minutes later she faked an orgasm, was loud, held Shirley's head to her.

Gloria got off the table and unclipped the leash from Shirley's neck. She helped Shirley stand and they kissed. Shirley looked at her questioningly.

"You did great, Shirley." Gloria hugged her and whispered, "It's me, not you."

Shirley nodded her head and stepped back.

Gloria stepped aside, saw Michael by the door and grinned. She lowered her dress and walked to him.

"Everything all right?"

Michael gave a nod. He watched over Gloria's shoulder. Gloria could hear them fucking behind her.

"Two dollars isn't fair. She needs to make at least a hundred. Ten to fuck, fifteen for her ass." Gloria handed Michael the money for the blowjobs and her ten. "You need to get that ten."

"That's her ass."

"Fifteen then. I'll go to the tables and let everyone know before we leave."

"Thanks."

"You're less than thrilled, Michael."

"You unleashed her."

"Leash her back." Gloria kissed him. "If things get too slow here Johnny is behind those three bars on Fourth."

"By Twentieth?"

Gloria nodded. She winked at him.

Maeve followed her customer downstairs; there were three more waiting in the living room. She hoped they were together; it'd be easier that way.

They were. She led them upstairs to Lori's and Eve's bed. The covers were on the floor. There had been a lot of traffic tonight. There was a large wet spot on the bottom sheet, she was a mess, but no one seemed to mind.

They fucked her one after the other. Simple, quick, she thought; they must have dates they were in such a rush. She followed them downstairs. A new one was waiting.

The fucking was okay. It was going up and down the stairs that was killing her. She smiled at him, then realized she'd left her robe upstairs. Oh well, he'd probably seen it all before.

She led him upstairs, lay on the bed and waited for him to undress. She hoped this one would take his time. She wasn't getting much out of it except sore knees and a pussy full of come.

Johnny finished his beer and set it by the chair leg. The men were doing fairly well. A few got too excited but when he threatened to take Eve and go, the others took care of the problem.

Johnny remembered being a teenager and imaging what being an adult would be like. He never imagined anything like this, even when he jacked off. Then he had thought only of one of the girls in school or some movie starlet. Funny thing was none of those girls were as pretty as Billy or Eve or Lori. Gloria and Kitty were beautiful. There weren't words to describe Maeve and Penny came very close to her.

Johnny had a flurry; he took fives and stamped hands.

Eve was quieter now. She still gave a show, only it wasn't a vocal one. She got up now and again and made sure they could see her. She walked over to him and they kissed and she checked on the take. He lost count after a while and made up numbers.

He wondered how Sue was doing. Numbers were important to her; she'd keep count throughout. She probably had a scene all in mind and went through a little drama with each one.

Johnny stood and stretched. He checked his watch — about nine thirty. They'd quit in twenty minutes. He'd had enough of watching. Eve could go all night, or thought she could at least. He wanted to go home and put a record on the hi-fi.

He counted the men standing around Eve. Nine. Plus two on the blanket with her. That should probably be it for her. He sat down in the chair. It needed a cushion. He wondered if she told each one she'd be back next week.

Gloria sat in Kitty's living room and watched as Neva gathered her things.

"I didn't know you knitted," Gloria said.

"Makes waiting easier," Neva said.

"Tell Maeve we're sorry we took so long."

"She'll be okay; things don't get busy until ten. I bet she's been sitting around watching TV."

"Maeve never watches television."

"Then something." Neva waved her bag of knitting. Neva walked past Winifred who was bringing in cups of hot chocolate. Gloria heard the front door shut.

Gloria took the cup from Winifred. "Any problems?"

Winifred held her hot chocolate in her hands. "Not really. Tell me."

"About Greg and Kitty?"

Winifred nodded and set the cup on the table.

"You know he told her no, didn't you?"

"No." Winifred shook her head.

"He did. He thought he was too much trouble for Kitty. For anyone."

"He isn't. He's wonderful." Winifred stared at her.

Gloria smiled. "It's going to take a while."

"He didn't? With Kitty?"

"He does, but he can't move in. Too much bother."

Winifred shook her head.

"I know. Kitty didn't expect him to say no. She was counting on him saying yes."

Winifred gave a nod. "Is she okay?"

Gloria exhaled. "I'm not okay, Darlene's not okay, Kitty is not okay but I think she's getting better."

Winifred stared at her.

"Don't worry. Darlene and I just need a vacation. Being here is a vacation. How's Tiger?"

"She's better. She doesn't come out much."

"But curious?"

Winifred nodded emphatically. "She watches everything."

"She'll be okay. It will just take a while. Kitty and Greg seem resigned to the idea of living together. Both Darlene and I had to be pretty hard on them. They were even smiling at each other which was more than they were doing this morning."

Winifred picked up her cup and took a sip of hot chocolate.

"It won't be easy for you when they come back, will it?"

Winifred smoothed her dress over her legs. "No."

"What would you have done if he'd said no to you?"

Winifred shook her head. "I don't know."

Gloria put down her cup. "You all aren't sisters, are you?"

Winifred took a sip of hot chocolate. "Mary and Fancy are."

"Why?"

"You wanted us to be sisters. It was easier."

Gloria smiled at her. "Anything else to divulge?"

Winifred shook her head.

"That's okay. Tiger's not talking about it and we still like her, don't we? Winifred, if you want to talk about it, we'll still like you, no matter what you did. No matter what — lie, cheat, steal, kill, anything."

Winifred finished her hot chocolate and set the cup on the table. She looked at Gloria and waited.

"New topic of conversation? What do you plan to do next year? Besides marry Greg?"

"Take care of the kids."

"Are you sure? Do you want to go to college some day? Johnny and Maeve have set aside money for you so you can do that."

Winifred shrugged. "I wasn't good in school."

"Okay. I won't press you. I think if I coach you, you could excel in college. You're smart. You work hard. No?"

Winifred shook her head.

"Someone tell you you're lazy?"

Winifred didn't move.

"You're not lazy. We couldn't do this without you."

Winifred shook her head.

"Maybe someday you'll believe me. Do you like Darlene?"

Winifred shrugged.

"Why not?"

Winifred glanced away.

"Okay. Like her better since she's come back?"

Winifred shrugged.

"I'm not going to press you." Gloria gave her a smile. "I was going to wait until the weekend before moving back to my house. I'll take Darlene, Tiger, Romeo and Juliet with me. Can I leave Sylphie here with you?"

"Yes." Winifred quickly smiled.

"Old friends, hunh? It was Darlene who helped me find her."

Winifred shrugged.

"The kids will have to stay here when I'm at work, a couple days a week, maybe a couple of evenings a week. I'd like to spend some time with Al."

"There's plenty of room."

"I think Kitty will be spending more time at home for a while."

Winifred looked crestfallen.

"You'll get to see Greg in a domestic situation. Maybe you won't like him so much anymore." Gloria watched Winifred shake her head. "Never?" Gloria grinned. "I wish you good luck. Right now he's just what Kitty and Mark need."

"I know." Winifred smiled. "He's wonderful."

Gloria stood. "I'm going to check on the kids. I'll be right back."

Johnny looked at his watch. They had ten minutes to go; they'd make it. Eve sat next to him. Her smell reminded him of those first times in the Robin Hood Room. She smelled of come and sweat.

Johnny stopped at the light. Eve was rubbing her pussy then licking her fingers. He smiled to himself. She knew the effect she had on people.

"Did you count it?" he asked.

"One sixty-five."

"Plus the hundred."

Eve turned to him as he accelerated. "Do you think I won?"

"I hope so, dear."

Eve curled against him. "Thanks, Johnny."

"Thanks, Eve."

"I want to thank you properly."

"We'll see who wins, Eve."

"If not tonight, then tomorrow? Sue said something about construction workers."

Johnny turned down his street. "What you need to do is think about running from the car as quickly as you can to the house."

"Of course, Johnny."

"Remember, if we're not inside by ten thirty you're disqualified."

She nodded her head.

"And we have about two minutes." He parked the car. "Go. I'm right behind you."

Eve sauntered across his lawn and stood on the porch waiting for him. She looked beautiful under the porch light.

Maeve had one of them help her pull the bed into the center of the room. She was a mess, the room was a mess, and there must be twenty waiting downstairs.

"You keep half for every one you send up. That's five for you, five for me. Ready?"

He stood back from the bed and grinned at her. "Plus another go in the end."

"Have two or three. Send them up. One or two at a time."

He left her. Maeve sat on the bed, took a drink of water and set the glass on the floor by the bed. She knew it'd get knocked over but what the hell. She lay in the center of the bed; legs open, waiting.

She looked a mess, she knew she did. Blotchy marks on her skin where they'd squeezed her. Hair a fright, her skin was sticky with sweat, sweat all over, and come in spots.

A man stood with a nervous grin in the doorway. She didn't have to do much. It was like they'd been on a long voyage and hadn't seen a woman for years. They'd forgotten what real women looked like, were ecstatic at this limp sack of flesh waiting for them.

Bam, he was in her. She saw his mate waiting in the doorway, watching. She held on. This one was trying to dig his way to China.

Johnny and Eve went into the garage. The last ones it looked like. He set the box on the floor. "I need to count this one more time. Gladys call yet?"

Johnny began counting the bills.

"I was first," Billy said. She stood next to Al, holding his arm.

Johnny glanced up. Al winked at him. Johnny smiled and resumed counting. None of the women wore much. One of these days he was going to get in trouble with his neighbors. He stood. "Two sixty-five." Eve leaned against him.

Shirley laughed. "You too, then. Beth had over four hundred."

Johnny looked at Beth and Al's friend, Don. It was hard to tell who was blushing more. It was hard to tell the look on Charles' face. It wasn't anger.

Johnny carried the money to the table and put it in an envelope. He wrote Eve's name on it and the amount. He looked at the other envelopes. Shirley, two twelve; Lori, one seventy-five; Sue, one thirty-five and she was covered with come; Billy, one seventy-five but she looked happy; Connie, three twenty; and finally Beth, four hundred. He checked Beth's envelope. It was thick with fives, tens and a couple twenties. He set the envelope down.

"First Connie, then Beth, need to tell us how." He opened the fridge and got Eve and himself beers. He popped the caps and handed her one.

Connie held onto Scott who was almost as shy as Don. Johnny wondered if Al's men knew of the rumors being passed around about them.

"I made arrangements beforehand. I rented a room above a bar, one hundred dollars, or I would have won." She smiled at Beth. "And they sent them up. Ten dollars each. In and out."

"Forty-two?"

"Three hours, sure." She gave Scott's arm a squeeze.

"Before we get to Beth, Sue's the one who looks like she had the most fun."

Sue hugged Alex; his clothes were a mess. He didn't look like he cared a bit. "Alex took me to his favorite bar and twenty-seven fucked me and then some of them came on me afterwards. I screamed and screamed it was so much fun. Twenty-seven. Alex helped them out, didn't you, Alex?"

Alex gave a nod and they kissed. The women in the room grinned, a few of the men shuddered. She was covered with come.

Johnny turned to Beth and gave her a smile. "How'd you do it?"

Beth looked at Don. "Don took me to this bar on the beach, a loud place. We walked in." She glanced down at her bare breasts. "Like this. Don asked if they had a room we could use. They said, sure. He stood outside and took ten dollars each."

Johnny nodded. "Don?"

Don shrugged. "Once word got out what she was doing, people started to come in from all over. It got a little messy." He looked at Beth then at Johnny. "I'd only let ten in at a time. The bar was filled with men waiting. Two drunk bozos started fighting over who was going to take her home tonight. They got chucked. The police stopped by. Everybody quieted down. People stood and waited their turn, then the two cops got their twenty minutes, who's going to say anything, and I didn't charge them. We left at nine thirty; it was an insane asylum."

Johnny saw Charles stare at his wife. Beth was looking at her feet. Johnny raised his beer. "To you, Beth."

She watched him as the others toasted her.

Johnny beckoned her and Billy to him. He patted Eve's shoulder. "Sorry, kiddo." Eve stood on her toes and kissed him then went to say hi to Lori.

"How'd you do it, Billy?" Johnny asked. He took them into the house.

"Al had already made arrangements. We walked into the bar; they handed him the money and they started. One was fucking me as I called Gladys."

"In the bar?"

"In a corner booth, the phone had a long cord. That's where they did it, one after the other. Afterwards we sat and chatted in the same booth. Al and I got free beers."

Johnny smiled at her then stepped away as the phone rang. He picked it up in the kitchen. Neva was on the other end; she was almost in a panic.

"It's crazy here, Johnny. I've never seen it like this before. Maeve has some guy downstairs sending them up two or three at a time. He gets half and she's made over three hundred already, with what's left over."

"Is she okay?"

Neva laughed. "She's complaining, but she's having the time of her life. You need to send some of the girls here." Neva paused. "Oh, Johnny. Lori and Eve's room is a mess. They need to stay tonight with you."

Johnny let out a breath. "Somebody will be over to help." He set the phone on its cradle. He thought a minute, then walked past Beth and Billy to the garage.

He knocked on the open door to get their attention. "Neva and Maeve need help at The House. It's packed with men. Shirley and Connie, would you be willing to go with Michael? Thanks." He called Charles to him.

Johnny took Charles into the house. "You have a choice. Eve and Lori tonight in a motel room or Beth." He watched Beth. "If that's okay with you?"

Beth grinned at Charles then looked at Johnny. "We still get our special time together?"

Johnny nodded. "Of course."

Beth hugged Charles. "Let's go home."

Charles looked at Johnny. "Thanks."

"You're just saying that because the thought of being alone in a motel room with Eve and Lori terrifies you." Johnny paused. "The prospect would frighten me, too." He turned to Billy. "I'll be back in a minute."

"I'll follow." Billy took his hand.

Johnny stood in the doorway to the garage. Eve was already giving poor Don a hard time. Don was going to kill him. "I'm assuming Alex and Sue want to go off alone. Lori and Eve, you'll be spending the night here. Al, Scot and Don, I think they'll eagerly reward you for your efforts."

He could see Sue counting. "You don't need to go if you don't want to go, Sue."

Sue looked at Alex. Alex smiled at her. He began unbuttoning his shirt.

Johnny shut the door before he could see the look in poor Don's eyes.

He sat in the wingback chair in the living room and exhaled.

"Did you want to join them?" Billy asked. She sat in his lap. She was short like Eve. He put his hand on her bare thigh, stroked her damp pubic hair with his thumb.

"What I really wish was it was summer. We'd go out to the beach and make love in the Gulf."

Billy laid her head on his shoulder. "It's December."

Johnny heard Sue scream. He could imagine her on her knees holding her hands up, her face dripping with another load of come. She'd lick her lips then smile at Alex. "What do you want to do, Billy?"

"If I say I want to go into the garage, you won't be mad? Just for a little while."

Johnny kissed her. "Go on. I'll make some hamburgers and be in a bit and join you."

Billy hugged Johnny and rose to her feet. She bent and kissed him, then went to the garage. As she opened the door he thought he heard Eve wail. He sat a moment and then stood. He'd better make hamburgers quick. They were going to be worn out soon. Not the girls, the men — well maybe not Alex — and they would need reinforcements.

Maeve wondered at the slowing pace until she heard the girls in the other rooms. One screamed, she heard a wail, then two others screamed. She realized one was her. It was funny how they did that, come in unison.

She held on for dear life.

Gloria held Sylphie; Darlene was at her back. Darlene was mumbling in her sleep. It sounded like, "No, I don't want to go with you," but was hard to tell. Darlene spoke in a higher pitched, almost little girl, voice.

Sylphie slept calmly. Her hair smelled nice. Sylphie didn't wear the patch at night. Her ruined eye no longer shocked or fascinated Gloria. Gloria just wondered at the story behind it.

Gloria hoped to begin working next week. Just two days to start. She needed to spend time with Kitty and Maeve. She felt lost with her lack of desire. This was worse than when Bill was killed. She felt dead. She felt like she was moving through life dragging her useless body behind.

She hoped to be able to spend a night or two a week with Al. With the kids it would be difficult unless he came over to her place. She'd understand if he didn't want to. She didn't have much to offer him. Her pussy, her mouth and her ass. It wasn't the same when you were dead.

She felt Darlene move, and Darlene's arm hold her. Darlene held her breast. The girl's fingers were warm. Darlene's breath on her back was warm. The thought that this child was the only person who may be able to thaw her had crossed her mind before. She'd shunned it in the past. Tonight she enjoyed the feeling of Darlene's touch.

She hated faking the orgasm with Shirley. Women almost always knew. Men were too busy with their grunt, grunt I'm a man little drama to notice.

Gloria thought if she could sleep a whole night through everything would be different. Go to bed, go to sleep, wake up in the morning after the sun was up, bright and chipper.

She concentrated on the feeling of Darlene's fingers on her breast.

Kitty kissed Greg, he was asleep but that didn't matter. She wasn't sure at all if this was right, her and Greg. All she wanted was a couple of months. All she wanted was to make it through winter. Greg could leave then. She couldn't imagine him staying forever. She'd find someone else.

She was glad to hear Pete was gone. It still scared her, how he, and what he offered, drew her. She didn't trust herself anymore.

Greg stirred. She waited to see if it was another nightmare. He slept peacefully.

She was going to, finally, meet Greg's mother. That was going to be interesting. Greg's mom had hidden him in a bedroom for years, kept him all to herself. Maeve and Alex had done all this. Greg was free. He was pimp to his five-dollar whore girlfriend and her son born out of wedlock. Landsakes alive, son, when you take a walk on the wild side you don't just roll along with eyes averted.

It was good to share Greg with Gloria and to share what she and Gloria had with Greg. Poor Gloria, her fire was dampened.

Kitty wondered what Greg would do when she handed him his first portion. He could refuse it. He could take it and be nasty to her even though she was being nice to him. Or he could take it, put it in a box. The box was theirs. For Mark's college, a vacation together, maybe a car set up so he could drive it, she'd heard of those, no foot pedals. He could have a job and give her half and she'd put it in the box to share.

She felt the shape of his body against hers. She was getting used to it. She liked the way his body felt. All the years he was scared, she thought, that he'd become the third base for some mean kids' game. He didn't realize he was the whole ballpark in hers.

Maeve slept. Her skin stuck to the sheet in spots. She snored lying on her back. The House was quiet.

Johnny put the phone down and went back into the garage. He stood in the doorway and watched them. The bed was covered with a pile of cavorting bodies. Maeve was spending the night at The House. It was too bad; he missed her. He thought about driving and joining her but he couldn't with visitors.

He shut the door and walked back to his bedroom turning out lights as he went. The bedroom was dark; it didn't matter. His clothes were somewhere in the garage. He put his hand on the bed and felt a leg.

"You didn't think I forgot, did you?" Billy said.

Johnny joined her.

Go to the next chapter of The Revolver.
Chapter Twenty-six | Chapter Twenty-seven | Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two | Chapter Thirty-three | The Schedule

The first part of Switch: a novel is Switch.
The second part of Switch: a novel is The Babysitter.
The third part of Switch: a novel is Comes the Bride.
The fourth part of Switch: a novel is The Revolver.

Disclaimer: Some of the things the characters do in this story are seen as offensive or frightening (even terrifying) by some if not most people. Please don't surprise anyone. Always ask first. Have an agreed upon safe word even if you don't do BDSM.

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