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                             She's Pregnant!
                           by Thinking Horndog

Copyright© 2010 by Thinking Horndog


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Description: I went out to find a hooker for Manny's birthday -- and got a LOT more than I bargained for!

Codes: MF MM Mult cons bi het humor wife wimp cuckold watch D/S humil harem interr WC BM 1st oral anal mastrb toys lac preg exhib voy prost
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Chapter 1


"She's pregnant!"

"Yeah, no shit. What do you want for a hundred bucks? Catherine Zeta Jones?"

I looked back from the not-too-prosperous-looking pimp to the two women in the back seat of the minivan. The description could have matched either of them, but I'd been looking at the one on the left, who was still holding her maternity dress up over her swollen breasts. She had the big brown areolas that women tend to get when they're pregnant -- and a big belly with that vertical stripe down the center that made you wonder if the poor thing was going to split. She was petite, otherwise, and kind of cute -- brunette, not hard to look at. You couldn't even see her snatch for the belly; for some odd reason, my attention was attracted by her red-painted toes. At the moment, she was barefoot -- naturally. The girl next to her was Filipino -- and except for color, they could have been twins. Both of them had that smile -- the tremulous one with the haunted eyes that said, "Be nice to me, Mister, because if you aren't, he won't be..."

"The holes still work," the pimp recoverd my attention. "You interested?"

What was Manny going to think if I dragged in a couple of pregnant chicks? "What else have you got?"

The pimp waved at the girls and they lowered their dresses. "Nothing else in that price range -- or even close."

For the record, I believed him. I was as nervous as a cat at the dog pound; I didn't do this kind of thing and this was the type of transaction where you EXPECTED to get stiffed. The good news was that, pregnant or not, she was in my price range -- in fact, they both were.

My name is Don, if that matters. I'm generally a straight-arrow, John Q. Citizen type. I have a fairly decent job doing tech support at a chemical company. I'm twenty-eight and a little bald on top already. Women don't even see me, so I don't have one -- no girlfriend, no wife, nothing. Never have. In the place of one, I have quiet desperation, my right hand, and porn. I've got a buddy named Manny with similar issues who just happened to have reached his thirtieth birthday and here I was, trying to negotiate something special for him -- for both of us, actually. A friend of a friend gave me a chat room handle which led to a phone number -- which led to another phone number, which led to various other cloak and dagger crap, which led me to be sitting in the back of a minivan with a black pimp and two pregnant women, wondering when someone was going to cut to the chase and pull a gun or a knife -- or a badge. That was always possible. I could become the town's latest sex offender, which would increase my chances with the ladies a LOT!

That's a pretty good explanation of why I was nervous...

Pregnant or not, pricing was better than acceptable -- which caused me to worry when the shit would hit the fan. Manny would probably forgive me for the whole pregnancy thing when warm lips enveloped his meat; the trick was probably going to be surviving this meeting intact. I looked from one of the young women to the other. "How long?"

"Business is slow. What do you want? We'll come up with a price. This pair -- well, you can see the problem with them."

"Yeah." They were really pregnant -- which said they probably weren't cops, although the pimp or his driver could still be. That left the dangers involved in farting around with criminals -- which were bad enough. "All night?"

"Buck and a half. It's a discount, but then I don't have to fucking babysit them."

I grunted. That was fine -- I had five hundred in my wallet and the same in my car; three hundred worked. I sat wondering if I could get greedy.

The pimp misread me. "Awright -- we'll go the hundred."

I covered my surprise. "What do I get?"

"Whatever you want. I don't give a fuck. If you kill her, dispose of her yourself." The girls both flinched, which caused me to believe that he was serious.

"What can you do me for two nights?" I asked.

The pimp squinted at me, realizing that he'd probably low-balled himself. "Why two nights?"

I managed a smile. "I find that nothing makes you want pussy like getting some. After one night, I'll want more -- after two, I'll probably be set for a while."

The pimp nodded. "Friday's the weekend." He was going to shake me down for a higher rate. Okay, maybe I'd have to say no. I frowned at him, waiting.

Again, he mistook my indecision for something else. "Yeah, awright. They're not covering their upkeep. One eighty -- either one." I frowned again -- this was too easy. He frowned back, "What the fuck?"

"Just surprised, that's all."

The pimp looked bothered. "Let's talk outside."

I shrugged. Outside the car, someone might notice the gun or knife play ... I got out behind him. He leaned against the car and said, "Lookit, I'll be honest -- those two were a bad investment. They started out okay, but the bigger they get, the harder it is to peddle them. They're a specialty thing now, and there isn't a lot of demand. Neither one of the cunts has turned a trick in a week. If they don't show something soon, I'm gonna have to drop 'em from the inventory. You like one over the other? I might be able to keep one a couple more days -- that'd simplify the choice..."

I put on my best poker face; if I was reading this guy right, being dropped from the inventory meant they were going to end up dead! "What if they turn a profit for a couple of days?"

He picked his teeth. "It won't last." Then his eyes lit. "Why don't I just sell you one?"

"What? I'm not set up with a basement dungeon, Man!" I erupted.

"No need -- they're both broken in. It doesn't take much to keep them in line. I do it by telling them I'll punch them in the gut a few times so they'll miscarry. I got them from this Armenian guy who worked on 'em until they were nice and docile."

"And after the babies are born?" I asked, incredulous.

"Hey, you've got the kids, then. Both of them are big into motherhood -- they won't abandon them. Darla's kid is by the love of her life, or whatever, who caught it from a roadside bomb in Iraq -- it's her memento, or whatever. Luz ... Shit, Luz barely speaks English -- I don't fucking know why, but she's been real good."

"What the fuck would I do with them?"

"Make 'em clean houses or something if you don't want to put 'em out. I can't do that shit -- bad for morale among the other girls." He eyed me. "Five hundred. Pretty decent for permanent unmarried cooze."

"What if they're too much trouble?" I asked. This was deep...

"Put 'em on the street. Somebody will pick 'em up. The competition will -- but they won't last long; I'm soft-hearted." He grinned. Cocking his head, he said, "You could sell the kids -- but you'd have to kill the two of 'em first."

"I'm not really set up for that," I told him. "I'm just looking for pussy!"

"Yeah, sorry. I hate wet work."

I wanted to puke! Holding the poker face, I said, "Five hundred? Apiece?"

"Both?" He looked surprised.

"If it's as simple as you say it is..."

"Hey, worst case, you fuck their brains out and put 'em on the street for someone else to clean up," he replied, shrugging.

Unbelievable... "Get Darla out. I'll give you money for her. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be able to pay for Luz, too."

I watched him think about screwing me over -- but I was doing him a favor. He opened the van door. "Darla! Move your pregnant ass out here!" Darla got out, with some difficulty. I opened my wallet and extracted three hundreds and four fifties and handed them to him. "Meet your new owner. He knows how to deal with your shit, so don't give him any." Darla nodded and moved next to me, rubbing her swollen belly nervously.

I pointed at my car. "Get in the Chevy." She nodded and waddled off. "What else do I need to know?"

He shrugged. "The Armenian trained them. A veiled threat is as good as a slap in the mouth -- especially if you DO slap 'em once in a while. The Armenian probably kills off twenty percent of his stock with no warnings as object lessons to the rest. I don't know what else he does, but I've heard tales. They've never given me any trouble -- no bitch I ever bought from the Armenian has."

"Give me a minute to collect the payment for Luz," I told him. Seeing the way he looked at me, I added, "It's all that there is in the kitty, so you have nothing to gain ... I only came out to buy a couple of shots of leg, remember, not start a white slavery business." I think I actually got some respect from him. I backed away warily, going to the car and opening the left rear door to fish the envelope with my backup money in it out of the pocket behind the front seat. Darla was settling into the passenger seat in front. "Just sit there and don't do anything stupid," I told her. She nodded.

I headed back to the van. When I was about halfway there, he opened the van door and yelled, "Luz! Come out of there, you little cocksucker!" That put her little brown feet on the parking garage floor about the time I got there. She bent over and collected two pair of flip-flops from inside the van, displaying an ass no doubt widened by pregnancy. It looked good to me. I just handed the guy the envelope. He glanced inside, not bothering to count it. "You'd have been a sucker, wouldn't you?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. I wasn't wildly excited. If you're asking would I have paid this for one, maybe, given the circumstances -- but you needed to get rid of both, anyway, right?"

"Yeah." He pursed his lips. "Pleasure doing business with ya." He turned to Luz. "Luz. Car." He pointed. She started waddling. I backed away warily (not that I could have done shit), but he waited until I'd reached the car and then said, "Oh, yeah -- here's their shit," and went to the back of the van and withdrew two bags, dropping them on the floor, then climbed into the van; it pulled away, and no firearms appeared. No flashing blue lights came on, either. I'd traded a thousand dollars for the lives of two pregnant women; what was I going to get for that money, exactly? Jail time? On the surface, the transaction merely resembled more white slavery ... I couldn't claim to be as pure as the driven snow, here -- I came out looking for a prostitute, and I got two ... I went over and cautiously collected the bags and brought them back to the car.

Luz opened the back door and got in, belting herself in securely -- with a fatalistic lack of concern over future events, it seemed to me. We could be going for a ride to the sausage factory, or to view some shallow graves from close up -- but she was going to get there uninjured. I opened the bags and checked them -- clothes -- then threw them in the trunk, and got in and fired up and pulled out of the garage, turning left -- heading nowhere special, since I had no idea where I was and I wasn't headed home. I needed to know if we were being followed, at least ... Darla was sitting quietly, but there was something in her eyes... "Okay, talk..."

"Anything you want, Mister!" Darla burst out. "You got it! We were dead, you know? If you looked us over and said no, we were headed for the city limits -- and Luz and I weren't coming back! That goon of his has this neck-breaking twist he likes to brag about -- and he was going to practice on us!"

"You could have made a run for it, I guess..." I offered.

"Are you kidding? You've seen me walk! A little old lady in a wheel chair could catch me! I'd have just pissed him off and he'd have hurt me for a while first..."

I couldn't see anyone following me; unless I was the target of some superspy TV cop thing, I was probably in the clear for now ... I glanced at her. "Okay, look. I frankly don't know what to tell you, because all I want you to know is whatever it takes to keep you from giving me a lot of trouble. I'll say this about that -- I was offered several easy suggestions for how to deal with you if you give me any crap -- some of which seemed pretty damned simple to execute. Are we good so far?"

"Uh huh."

"Things are ... nebulous. I didn't show up with the intention of taking you off Whatshisname's hands." I related. "That means I don't know what I've gotten into and who knows what I'll do if I get a lot of crap from the pair of you. I guess you could say that your previous owner was a wholesaler and I'm a retailer. There are going to be changes, but I'm not sure you'll notice right away. I put out a decent chunk of change for you so I'm going to want you to do who, what, when, where, and how I want for a while. Did you do any domestic shit for Whatshisname?"

"Domestic shit?" Darla blinked.

"Cook, clean, laundry, yada, yada, yada..." I replied.

"Oh. Not much. We kept ourselves together, mostly. He had some chicks who handled that for him, I guess," Darla related.

"Well, it'll be added to your other duties, I figure. I'll be keeping an eye on the rat poison," I grunted.

"So we're not going somewhere to do a snuff video, then..." Darla mused.

"Not hardly," I replied. "You do birthday parties, though. It's my friend Manny's birthday, and you two are the present, for starters." I sighed. "I wish I could believe a fucking thing he said -- it would sure make life easier."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to do what you've no doubt been doing -- make me and my friends happy. I want you to behave yourselves and not go running up and down the hallways of my apartment building telling everyone in sight that you're a slave and you're being forced to fuck against your will and would someone call the cops? I want to stick my dick in you several times over the next few days, and I want to enjoy it and I want to be able to believe that you do, too. After that, I have no idea; I certainly can't expect a couple of decades of unmarried domestic bliss, but it would be nice..."

"When do you plan to kill us?"

"It's currently not on the agenda. As your previous owner said to me, 'I'm not into wet work.' The longer you behave yourself and make my life easy, the longer I don't have to think about such things -- and I never want to, actually."

"Sounds too good to be true."

"Then I probably fucked up and let too much slip already," I sighed, "which means I'll probably end up in jail for rescuing you from certain death, just because I'm a pushover. Look, the future is kind of dim and murky for all of us, but I don't THINK it's the inside of an oblong box." I started looking for a way to get pointed toward my apartment. "This is gonna sound like the stupidest fucking question..." I grunted. "He said you don't run and you don't fight and you don't have to be tied to the furniture at night. How much of that is true -- like I can afford to believe you."

Darla shrugged. "Where would we go? Tying us to the furniture wouldn't be fun, since I have to pee about six times a night..."

"Somebody is looking for you, right?"

"You mean besides the cops and pimps? Mister, we've both been picked up once or twice -- and we kept our mouths shut. That means we're regular whores as far as the cops are concerned. My family isn't looking -- they disowned me when I moved out to be with Darrin -- and Darrin is dead, which is how I fell into this hole. Luz is legal by marriage, but her American hubby was more of a purchasing agent and pass-through than anything else -- she went straight to the Armenian. If we turn up on the street in THIS town, we'll just end up in someone else's stable -- and if we don't produce..." Darla shuddered. "Somewhere else it probably wouldn't make any difference." She paused for a moment. "So you want a couple of housewhores. That's the best offer I've had in months. Does it come with a medical plan?" She rubbed her belly.

"Probably, as long as I stay out of jail to pay premiums," I muttered.

"Luz." Darla turned in the seat and sat there, rubbing her belly under her maternity dress while she rattled off some pidgin Spanish or something. The next thing I knew there were hands on my chest and a lot of long, black silky hair on my neck and a voice husked, "I'm gonna take such good care of you, Baby..."

"Tell her to put her seatbelt back on -- she doesn't want to distract me and get us all killed!" I croaked. Darla rattled off something and Luz sat back. "What did you tell her?" I asked.

"That we weren't going to a studio for a snuff video and that we'd probably live through the night," Darla replied. "Oh, and that you were her new owner."

"She gets happy easy," I muttered.

Darla shrugged. "You learn to. I've had the shit kicked out of me so many times, I've learned to expect it -- like breakfast. Except I don't EXPECT breakfast any more."

I felt sad. She was small and soft and fragile -- and very pregnant -- and had been treated probably worse than I would treat a dumb animal. Her hair was up in a bun and little soft tendrils hung loose below it, making her look vulnerable. Now, if I just didn't have to discover the hard way that she knew eight different ways to kill someone with a butter knife...

"There isn't going to be a lot of trust between us to start," I said. "From where I sit, I don't see any reason for you to like me or to be happy with your lot. That makes you a danger. You need to do stuff to earn my trust -- and I need to do stuff to earn yours. I'm being up-front, here; I don't want you disappointed if I don't let you play in the knife drawer."

Darla nodded. "Okay, I get that."

Nobody said much for the twenty minutes that it took to get to my place; Luz and Darla went back and forth once and they could have been deciding how to carve me up, but it didn't happen. The security guy got a kick out of me arriving with two pregnant chicks carrying suitcases; I thought about making excuses for them, but didn't bother. He could entertain himself trying to figure it out -- and would probably not even get close to the truth. Once in my apartment, I had a problem; pregnant or not, I wasn't ready to fence off two women from everything that might cause me physical injury. I waved them onto the couch and then wandered the apartment, trying to figure out what the Hell to do. "What's wrong?" Darla asked.

"I'm not set up for prisoners. I'm not set up to be able to deny access to anything dangerous to a couple of adult women. I'm trying to figure out what the Hell I'm going to do."

Darla shrugged. "Got any rope?"

"No."

"Zip ties?"

"No."

"Velcro?"

"Yeah..." I had some Velcro for cable management of my home machines. I went and got it. Darla sat forward on the couch. "You want to go for behind the back."

I sighed. "Am I being an idiot here?"

"Well, no -- but you're wasting your time," Darla replied. "If I have to advise you on security, it won't take me long to forget to tell you something."

Luz lit off for a moment with a stream of chatter. "What was that?" I asked.

"She's bitching me out," Darla related. "You can't wipe when you pee with your hands behind you."

"And you pee a lot. I know." I sighed. How did they do this in the movies?

Darla was grinning. "We could pinky-swear or something."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Fuck this shit. After tonight, if you want to walk, just do it. But I want some of what I paid for, first, you know?"

"Sure."

"Good." I tossed the Velcro on the end table. "I need to make a phone call. You'll be entertaining in an hour. Dig in your suitcases and change and clean up and pee -- whatever."

"Okay." Darla gabbled at Luz and the pair headed for my bedroom.

"Damn! Can you stay in sight? I haven't woman-proofed that room!" I erupted.

"Come in and watch, Silly! You own us!"

"Yeah..." So I stood in the door watching two pregnant women dig in their suitcases and stuff while I called Manny...

"Manny!"

"What the fuck, Don!"

"Get your ass over to my place."

"And what the fuck for?"

"Got you a birthday present."

"It'll wait."

"Not this," I told him. "It's got an expiration date. Turns into a pumpkin at midnight. Besides, I've got a twelve-pack of your favorite brew."

"Not in the mood."

"Man, if you miss this, you'll be kicking yourself until your thirty-first birthday!"

"Shit. You make it sound like..."

"Does it start with a 'p'?"

Dead silence. Then, "What?"

"I was just guessing..."

"Donnie? You didn't, did you?"

"Didn't what?"

"You didn't hire a..."

"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may tend to incriminate me."

"Fifteen minutes! No, fuck! Twenty! I gotta shower!" The phone went dead.



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Chapter 2


"She's pregnant!"

Deja vu. "As the man told me, 'The holes still work.' Is it a problem?" I asked.

"Yeah. No. Maybe. Do they care?"

Darla eyed Manny. He's kind of sinewy and not real tall. "No, we don't care."

"Meet Darla -- And Luz. Luz is..."

"Fuckin' BEAUTIFUL!" Manny husked.

"I was gonna say Filipino, but she's that, too."

"How long?" Manny asked.

"Oh, I dunno. Sunday morning?" I winked at Darla.

"No shit? Jeezus! What limits?"

"Don't make her give birth prematurely?"

Manny swung his gaze to me, his eyes wide. "What the fuck did THAT cost?"

"More than I expected but less than I had."

"Motherfuck! I have GOT to SEE this!" He advanced on Luz -- who merely cocked her head and smiled. He reached for her, but stopped, unable to decide what to touch. The girls ultimately hadn't changed from their empire-waisted maternity dresses; they'd just put on high-heeled sandals. Luz just grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her ready for action in just the sandals. "Oh, my fucking God!" Manny gasped.

Luz reached out and took his hands. "You are birthday boy?" She settled his hands on her titties.

"Yes," Manny croaked.

"Happy Birthday! You like?"

"Oh, Jesus! Yes!" Manny gusted reverently.

"We have good time..." She rubbed his flanks and got a grip on his golf shirt -- and Manny reluctantly let go of her titties long enough for it to go off over his head. "I make a little milk now..."

"Oh, my fucking God..." Manny shut up then because he was latched onto Luz's left tit. Luz purred; he must've been doing something right.

I became aware of Darla eyeing me. "Well?"

"Yeah. Take it off and settle yourself on the bed. I'm going to want to do a slow exploration -- we've got all night."

Darla was awesome! Pregnancy had stretched her out of shape in places, but you knew what the basic shape was, and it was gorgeous! I caressed everything from the topknot of her hairdo to her red-painted toes; when I made "tsk, tsk, tsk!" noises over her stretch marks, she got a jar of cocoa butter out of her bag and I rubbed it into them. Somewhere in there, I looked over and Manny was buck naked on his knees on the other side of the bed and Luz was vacuuming his pecker while he played with her hair. Luz came out with something and Darla translated, "It's always nice to be appreciated. Manny's a nice boy."

I just chuckled -- then I woke up. "What about rubbers?"

"I have a couple in my bag," Darla muttered. "Not many. Luz should, too."

"We may have to go out," I muttered. "You have to get pussy to get diseases, which means Manny and I are clean, but..."

"Uh huh." Darla nodded. "We should get tested again. How often do you think we'll be working?"

I frowned. "I don't know. I'm not a pimp -- I'm more of a john. You may have moved up in the world to mistress or kept woman. Manny, well, Manny's a good friend."

Darla nodded. "Let's see it, Donnie." I had a hard time reconciling her businesslike attitude with her fragile appearance. I lurched up and got out of my jeans and undershorts. Darla grabbed my dick at the base, "Uh huh. Luz! Look at THIS club!"

Luz looked, grinned from ear to ear, and gabbled something. "Luz says it's a good thing she's pregnant; Manny has a babymaker!" Darla translated. Luz grinned and waggled Manny's dick -- which I hadn't made a habit of examining. It had a big flanged head on it...

"So you're happy?" I guessed.

"Yeah..." Darla lapped at my glans. "They're plenty big enough to make it fun, but you're not gonna try to kill us with these things. Too big and too small -- well, they're both problems."

Darla's mouth was like hot oil and she knew EVERYTHING about cocks, naturally; in no time I was making like a jizz fountain, blasting away. Manny didn't last as long as I did -- if I'd paid for blowjobs as piece work, we'd have been done already. Fortunately, I'd paid for more -- a lot more...

I suddenly realized that we probably needed more than a case of rubbers. "I bet you need some stuff, don't you?" I asked Darla.

"Well, yeah. Real soon, anyway," she agreed.

"How much can we get at the drug store without being gone all night or whatever?"

"Quite a bit, I bet."

"Manny?"

"Yeah?" He looked up from his exploration of Luz's pussy; you'd have thought he was a gynecologist -- or an obstetrician. Luz was on her back with her legs spread and he had both hands in her crotch, feeling this and that.

"I'm gonna take Darla and go get some supplies -- unless you want to swap out."

Manny looked from Luz to Darla and back. "I'm good."

I turned to Darla. "Get a list of Luz's needs and throw on your dress and we'll go for a ride." Darla gave me this look and I wondered what was going through her head. Then she turned to Luz and there went back and forth a couple of times before she got herself organized. "Tell Luz to behave herself and give Manny anything he wants," I instructed. Darla relayed the message and we headed out to my car; the security guard watched us troop past, bemused.

I was pulling out of the parking lot when Darla ventured, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I wasn't pleasing, I guess."

"How do you figure?" I glanced at her, frowning.

"We're done, right? You just didn't want your friend to know."

I sat there, driving automatically, while I tried to figure out what the FUCK she was talking about. Finally, I thought I had it. "I'm not a mobster. Going for a ride is, well, going for a ride. We're going to the drugstore for rubbers and feminine hygiene products or whatever."

"Oh. I thought..."

"Does Luz think that?"

"She won't be surprised if I don't come back."

"Is Manny in any danger?" I worried.

"No, she wants to live."

I shook my head to clear it. "Have we fucked?"

"No..."

"Okay, then. Why would I want to kill you right away?"

"Bad blowjob?" she ventured.

"I'm not an expert, but I know what I like -- and I thought it went well," I replied. "What else?"

"You could have been just jerking our chains earlier so we would be easier to handle and we could be going to the snuff video..."

I pulled into the drugstore parking lot. "Yeah, they do a lot of those here..." I parked and turned to her, sighing. "I'm kind of whipsawed, here. I don't really want you worrying that you're gonna be dead seconds after I frown, but on the other hand, I don't want you to decide I'm a pussy and not have any respect for me. Any suggestions?"

"Invisible threats are the worst. You worry a lot..."

"This isn't the time; this place closes soon. Let's go inside and do what I SAID we were gonna do." I got out and waved her out and we went inside the drugstore.

I bought rubbers. I bought lube. I bought sixty dollars worth of this and that to be used to keep pregnant ladies comfortable. And I bought some stuff that I hoped would let me sleep at night. Back in the car, I said, "So, okay, what did Whatshisname do for security?"

"Well, somebody was on watch all the time -- especially on the new girls," Darla related. "Either his goon, or one of the other girls. They would rat you out in a heartbeat, because nobody wanted to deal with the shit that came down when someone fucked up." She paused. "Actually, Roscoe wasn't a bad sort, for a pimp ... The Armenian..." She shivered.

"Tell me a little," I instructed her. "I think I'm dealing with him by proxy."

"You didn't fight. You didn't argue. You didn't say no -- unless that was the proper answer. If you pissed him off, he would destroy you -- not just kill you -- and he made everyone else watch. New girls ... he would get a shipment in and start telling them to do things. Someone would balk -- and he would kill her, right then and there. Generally, he would shoot her -- several times -- arms and legs, first, or blow off a titty sideways. He usually emptied a magazine, slowly -- and made sure she was still there for the last one. That tended to get the attention of newbies. But if you'd been around a while..." The look on her face said she was remembering multiple horrors. "If you'd been around a while, and you bucked him ... Some couldn't take the heat -- just couldn't bring themselves to go any further. Some snapped. Some just got stupid. In most cases, he would tell you it was coming, but then he would wait ... He liked to surprise them. Poisons -- acid -- things that hurt and took a long time, but you were probably dead from the minute it happened. He had this -- I dunno -- lime pit out back; while I was there I probably saw ten bodies go into it. He would take the poor fuck out to the pit and gather everybody to watch her scream and cry -- and die..."

I could see it all in her face ... she was reliving some real horror. After a second, she said, "For him, training us was the job, but torturing and killing a few was a perk. He had four or five -- overseers, I guess you would call them. They'd each done probably everything you can think of to a woman -- but if they wanted something from you, you rushed to give it to them, because they were the guys that periodically reminded the Armenian that he really had to maintain his profit margin, not kill every woman in sight..." She looked up at me with hollow eyes. "If the Armenian mentioned offhand that you might look good fucking a donkey, you asked him real nicely if he had one -- and if he did and he felt like being entertained, you gave the poor dumb beast your very best blowjob and tried to get it inside you, even if it tried to trample you to death, because if the Armenian got irritated, he would have it step on your head, anyway..."

I shook my head. "I'm not subtle, and I'm not a sadist. For now, I'm going to pass on telling you whether I've ever killed anyone or not. I WILL tell you -- and you know this -- that I don't have to bother. I guess that to keep you from getting any too excited I might not mention the fact that we were going somewhere that you wouldn't return from -- but I wouldn't tease you with it." I thought about what I'd just done -- taken her to a store where she could have walked up to any clerk and told whoever it was that I was holding her against her will. THAT hadn't been particularly smart... "Did you go places with Roscoe?"

Darla shrugged. "Not often. Clients. Street corners."

"So you're probably wondering what I have going for me that allowed me to just take you to a drug store to wander around," I grunted. "Well, keep wondering."

"That's kinda why I thought I was dead."

"Well, congrats -- you aren't. Let's go home." I got us rolling. "Tomorrow, you can go to the grocery store. I'm a brave motherfucker." 'Stupid, more like... '

Manny and Luz hadn't waited; Manny had her up doggie and was pounding away, and Luz was going, "Aiy! Aiy! Aiy!..." with every stroke. I wondered if Manny was wearing a rubber, and I wondered if it mattered; it wouldn't if we were all clean and I knew I was and I was willing to bet Manny was and the girls SHOULD have been taking care of such things... "They seem to be having a good time," I observed, putting our bags down on the table.

"It helps if you love your work, and Luz loves to fuck," Darla replied.

"And you?"

"I still have a problem with who I'm fucking being important," she replied. "Usually a john won't know the difference, but somebody making outside comparisons would. If I like the guy, it's fun; if I don't, it's still fun, usually, but it isn't as much fun."

I snagged a pack of rubbers. "Show me."

So little Darla took me around the world. After a brisk oral warm up, I did her missionary and dropped a very satisfactory nut in her clutching pussy -- which had to be educated in some manner; I couldn't believe the amount of control she had! Then, after a few minutes, she got me hard again and I slid into her ass doggie -- a first for me, BIG time! Again, it was the absolute best I'd ever had...

Puffing from my efforts, I eyed her as she smiled at me over her shoulder. "So?"

"I like you."

"I bet you say that to all the guys," I retorted, half-serious.

"Maybe, but in your case it's true. The normal john doesn't give a shit whether it hurts or is pleasurable for me -- he's paid for it and he wants it, period. I'm having a little trouble with a hemorrhoid, so it was itchy -- it's a pregnancy thing -- but you didn't tear me up and I KNOW you were trying to make it nice."

I felt bad. "You should have said something."

"No, actually, I shouldn't. I'm here for you to fuck -- not to tell you my health problems."

"For now you do both," I directed. "So how was it?"

"I don't like rubbers, either," she related. "It was good, except for that. Getting off was possible."

"Next time, improve my self-image by letting go a little," I grunted.

"You'll assume that I'm faking."

"Probably."

Manny was sipping a beer, watching us, up on one elbow. Luz was flat out on her back in front of him. He would put the beer bottle on her belly and she would grunt and flinch from the chill, then he would chuckle and remove it and she would giggle. She was a masochist, apparently... "How long does this last?"

"Sunday, sometime, you go home," I replied. "They're in through the weekend."

"Got to work tomorrow..."

"Me, too. We just won't be stopping for six hours in a bar on the way home," I noted.

"Amen to that!" Manny shifted the beer to his bracing hand and rubbed Luz's belly, "Luz, I'd really like to have some of that ass..."

"Hokay!" The woman showed more teeth when she smiled...

I got up and Darla followed; we had the aftermath of an ass-fuck to deal with and we did it in the bathroom. Wiping herself with a wet washrag, Darla said, "So, Sunday..."

"Sunday I stop sharing," I replied. "That's all I'm sure about. Why don't you take a shower?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Watch."

Manny got his piece of ass and headed home around one; there just wasn't room in my bed for four of us. That left me wondering what arrangements I could make for three. Nothing seemed to work, and I was tired, so after banging my head against it for a while I said, "Okay, it's like this -- I spent all of my money on you two, so there is nothing to steal. I don't think I've done anything that might cause you to have to beat me or stab me or whatever, so I'm asking you not to. The door is that way; if you aren't here when I wake up, I'll make some fucking excuse to Manny. You can sleep here -- I'm wasted and I've had more sex than I usually get in six months -- or you can sleep on the couch. Or you can do something strange and unique. I need to get up at six-thirty -- and breakfast would be nice..."

They just looked at me. After a bit, Darla said, "Which side is mine?"

"The left, I think." I ended up a pregnant woman sandwich. I woke up five or six times, usually when one of them was getting up to stumble off to the bathroom -- or coming back. Other than not being used to it, it was VERY pleasant. Luz's titties were rounder and fatter, and Darla's were pointier and more conical, and I spent some time handling one of each at some point.

When the alarm went off at six-thirty, Luz found it, puzzled out the snooze button and hit it -- then started rubbing her plush ass against my morning wood, "Hey, come on..." I didn't have to piss, having gotten up a couple of times in rotation with the girls, so I felt like it; I went ahead and slipped my cock between her puffy pussy lips and pressed it home. It was a GREAT way to start a morning! I couldn't get leverage on my side so I rolled her up on her knees and kept working her. A pair of hands rubbed my back and Darla said, "Luz is always horny in the morning, it seems like -- ever since her sixth month." Her tongue licked my ear and she said, "Got any eggs? What about bacon?"

"I think so," I croaked.

She pressed herself against me from the rear and said, "Have fun; I'll see if I can get you something to eat." Then she was gone, waving. I concentrated on the wildly gyrating, plush ass of the Filipino honey under my hands. The snooze alarm went off twice -- and Luz three times -- before I dropped a load in her -- and THEN remembered that I wasn't wearing a rubber! Time to hit the doctor's office and the lab or the free clinic or whatever ... Real pussy without a rubber was just too nice! We finished and flopped back over and Luz rubbed my chest and gave me that toothy smile and I realized that nothing in the world was going to keep me from being late to work...

It wasn't that bad, though. I showered and ate a hearty breakfast with Darla on my lap and was almost on time, anyway, since I didn't stop for my usual breakfast. I left the girls with basically the same instructions as before -- they weren't going to get rich and famous rifling my apartment, but there was TV and such and I would try to get home in time to take them out to the store. Picking things up and doing laundry would be appreciated -- I gave Darla five bucks for the washers and dryers at the complex laundry room. If they could turn five bucks into a life, they were welcome to it...

Manny was jubilant; he really didn't have to TELL anyone what had happened -- the guys picked it up by osmosis and the girls apparently got it from them. That set off this weird reaction where suddenly office chicks were looking him over -- and after Manny let some of the guys in on how he'd stumbled onto his vast good fortune, things slowly percolated to me, too, which I found to be embarrassing. Women didn't get details, of course -- 'hooker' is a dirty word -- Manny and I merely suddenly had women in our lives, which caused the ones who tended to ignore us regularly to re-evaluate us. This was a phenomenon I'd seen before -- usually when a guy got engaged or married; suddenly, all of the single women he came into contact with started wondering, 'What did I miss here that SHE didn't?' And they'd give the guy this smile and even tell him sometimes that they COULD have dated ... It was ALWAYS news to the guy, too -- and sometimes it was a little irritating. Now Manny and I were getting the looks -- and I, at least, had TWO women in my life, suddenly, for a timeframe yet to be determined. I took notes; it was all I could think of to do at this point. Frankly, I suspected that the flip side was that as soon as it became apparent that we were free agents again, the women involved would shut down...

I set things up with Manny for him to arrive around seven-thirty and headed home to see if I still had women in my apartment. I did. I had clean laundry, too, and clean sheets and the bathroom seemed cleaner and ... You get the picture. My women were sitting on the couch watching TV, but if they'd been eating bon-bons, they'd have earned the right, in my humble opinion, from the looks of my place. After sweeping through, I said, "This is nice -- I could get used to it, but I won't plan on it just yet. We need to go to the grocery store -- does either of you cook?"

They both did, apparently; Darla was more limited than Luz, but they both had the shit beat out of me. After making sure they both realized that we were going to the market and not a film studio and that they could get out at any time, so it really wasn't worthwhile for them to tell the checkout girl that they were being held as white slaves, we got in my car for an expensive trip to the grocery store.

It seemed like everything obvious on the menu required three things that weren't. The girls pushed the cart and prattled and I followed along and answered the occasional question, usually with, "I dunno." It went kind of like this:

"Do you have oregano?"

"I dunno."

"Better get some. What about bay leaf?"

"I dunno..."

By the end of the trip I had every condiment in the world, it seemed like -- and a zillion other things I knew nothing about using. The girls were going to have to stay just to make this trip cost-effective. I began to understand Roscoe's mindset -- but I didn't really think he had them cooking for him ... The good news? I didn't see rat poison or anything in the collection in the cart. Bleach and laundry detergent and various cleaners that would probably taste nasty, but nothing obvious...

It was six-thirty already when we got home and the girls basically shooed me out of the kitchen and proceeded to make dinner -- tilapia and rice pilaf and broccoli. It was a meal I MIGHT have picked out in a restaurant if burgers weren't on the menu anywhere, but that didn't keep me -- or Manny, for that matter -- from appreciating it. "How much did THIS cost?" Manny asked as we sat in chairs in the living room and the girls cleaned up.

"The food was exorbitant, but I purchased full service," I replied.

"They can come over to my place tomorrow," Manny said, eyeing me.

"I'll think about it," I replied. "You might want to, too, since they could be casing the joint for a robbery."

"I got nothing to steal but a TV and a Wii," Manny shrugged.

"That's a point..." I agreed.

Ten minutes later, TV was a dead issue; the girls were in front of us in translucent cover-ups that displayed a total lack of anything beneath and 'fuck me' shoes, Darla in pink and Luz in white. Manny decided that it was his night to do Darla and I didn't argue; as the girls settled to their knees and attacked our erections, I told Luz she could dump the shoes. I always thought those were the stupidest things, anyway, and I didn't want her breaking an ankle. She thanked me with her toothy smile and went nuts on my blood sausage, embarrassing me by getting the first load of goo from it in record time. Darla looked up and gabbled something as Luz settled back, grinning, and Luz's face suddenly showed concern. "Sorry, Baby," she said, "I should go slow and let you enjoy more, yes? Bad habits..." I waved it off, but sat back and watched Darla play a concerto on Manny's skin flute; she had him absolutely manic for four or five minutes before he let go in her mouth, grunting and hunching and gasping and looking a lot like a gaffed fish. I guess we all look kind of fucked up while we're getting the good stuff. I know I'm not thinking about the faces I'm making when I let go of a nut...

I'd been in Luz's pussy that morning, so I decided to do her ass. That was fine with her; we retired to the bedroom and she was a consummate professional, rolling a rubber on my dick with her mouth and kneeling on the bed presenting her ass. It was ready for me -- lubed, slightly open -- the whole nine yards. I took my time sliding into her, knowing the damned rubber was interfering with my ability to tell when lubrication failed -- but she backed onto me at times, anyway, so I let her handle things until I was root-deep. Then she turned around and said, "Is okay? Spank me if is not tight..." THAT was a waste of time; Luz knew how to keep it tight, clamping down as I pulled back and loosening up and I pushed into her colon. She seemed to enjoy, it, too, meeting my stroke and making little noises. She would turn her head and watch me over her shoulder, smiling that toothy smile of hers, and I think she could read my face, because she would loosen up when I started getting close so that the sensations backed off and I got control, then she would start pulsing and clenching again. I didn't think professional whores got orgasms with johns, but she pinked up right prettily once and her little nostrils widened and she made this sound ... I can't describe it, but I know what it meant. Her little asshole got off-cycle with its pulses and she shook a little bit and did some serious panting, then grinned from ear to ear. Finally, I poured a load into the rubber and settled back after sawing in and out a few more times to extend my pleasure. Luz was a clean as a whistle when I withdrew -- no slime on the rubber -- which was a good thing, since she tilted it up and sucked the contents out of it and swallowed them! I rolled the pair of us on our sides and she said, "Why you no fuck bareback?"

"Diseases," I replied, amazed that she should ask.

"I clean," Luz insisted. "Roscoe no use. I test, many times -- all wear rubbers."

"What makes me any different?" I asked.

"You boss man. You OWN! Manny not own -- Manny wear rubber. Boss man only one go bareback."

Well, that explained her lack of complaint in the morning... "What if you go out on the street again Monday?"

Luz shrugged. "New boss man wait until after tests." Then she eyed me sidelong. "You not send Luz off Monday."

I eyed her back, amused. "Pretty sure of yourself, are you?"

Luz backed off, getting serious, holding my gaze with hers. "Monday, Luz here or Luz walking dead bitch. Boss man want something Luz, he just say word. Okay?"

"Okay." I was trying HARD to be a bastard, but it wasn't happening. "Let's go check on Manny and Darla," I offered.



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Chapter 3


Manny and Darla were doing just fine, thank you very much! Manny had her kneeling with her knees on the couch seat and her head resting on her arms on the couch back and was drilling for pussy juice. Manny was having fun for sure; Darla, the jury was out on. I went up to her and bent over so my head was close to hers and murmured, "How's it going?"

"Okay," she whispered back. "I can make noises if you want, and tell him how good he is -- but he might decide I was faking it. Actually, I'm pretty quiet when I fuck."

"Do you like Manny? The truth, now..." I asked.

"Uh huh. Not as much as you, though." She grinned to let me know that she knew I would take THAT with a grain of salt.

"Can you let go and enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"I can try. Manny's a john, though, you know? It's not about me."

I nodded. "When IS it about you?"

"When you say it is."

"It's about you, then..." I leaned in and licked her ear.

"Oooooooh SHIT! My milk let down!" Darla wailed. "I'm dripping like a faucet!"

"Manny!" I roared, "Do something so I can get at her tits!"

There wasn't anything simple; we ended up going back to the bedroom and I arranged myself under Darla's pointy little udders while Manny resumed doing her doggy. All kinds of things got dripped on and Luz went off to collect a towel for the nipple I couldn't deal with -- and Darla moaned and panted and whispered how good having me give her suck felt and threw a pretty genuine-looking orgasm that sucked Manny dry. She didn't go anywhere, after, either; she waited with her chest down at lip level and her ass in the air while I switched titties and made soft grunts and gasps while I did my best to empty it, too. When I finished, she raised herself and I got a look at Luz, who was rubbing her own titties. "You do for me, too, Baby?" Luz asked.

I shrugged. "Sure..." Breast milk was a new thing for me, but I enjoyed the taste and the collection method.

Luz started directing things as she replaced Darla over me. "Manny, you come. I suck -- maybe you fuck?"

"Oh, Hell yeah!" Manny yelped.

We rearranged ourselves such that Manny was not required to kneel over me to get service from Luz and she made like a vacuum cleaner on his cock while I played human breast pump. After a couple of minutes, Manny was rock solid and grabbed a rubber for Luz to mount with her mouth and he switched ends. Once he plugged in, the difference between Luz and Darla was obvious; Luz tended NOT to be quiet when she got into things. "Oh, Baby, suck my boob! Suck my milk! That feels so hot! Fuck me, Manny! Fuck me!" she howled. My cock got like iron -- but it was suddenly enveloped in wet heat; Darla was carefully posting on it, bareback. Apparently, the women were of one mind about the privileges of ownership. I made another mental note to do something about testing for venereal diseases and left it at that, enjoying the feel of Darla's highly educated pussy as it rode up and down my cock. I spent the next few minutes totally involved in the whole sucking while fucking thing, the only pause being a momentary shift when Luz's left udder went dry and she shifted left to present her right. Manny got his sometime before I finished sucking Luz dry, so there was nothing preventing Luz from dropping over on her side when I finished. That left poor Darla working for my third load of the night -- and she was in no shape to be that athletic. I beckoned her forward atop me and gently rolled us on our sides -- which didn't work; too much baby in the way. That being the case, we shifted to missionary with two pillows under her butt. Darla showed a lot less reserve and got good and pink at least once before I finally managed to dribble out a little cum and flop over beside her.

Manny and Luz spent that period just watching; Manny wasn't going to have anything to pump out for several hours and neither was I when I finished. It was before nine p.m. and we were both toast already! "So what's next?" I wondered aloud.

"Too early to sleep, but I need to get clean," Darla muttered, "Can I take a bath?"

"Sure."

"You come with me." She got up and took my hand and we headed out of the bedroom. I looked back at Manny and Luz and Manny just waved, pulling Luz back against him. "Maybe I'll get a beer in a little while," he said, grinning and mauling one of Luz's tits.

We shoved back the shower curtain and Darla surfaced some bath beads from somewhere -- her suitcase? -- and settled in for the whole bubble bath thing -- and dragged me in with her. We monopolized the bathroom for an hour, freshening the water periodically. Manny and Luz had to come in and pee while we were in the tub; Manny and I were a little embarrassed, but Luz seemed to feel that letting me watch was all part of the service. At the end of it, of course, we had to drain the tub and start the shower and wash the slime off; we were as oily as greased pigs. In between, we wallowed around; I spent half my time ducking the faucet and the other half behind Darla while she reclined against me. It was pleasant; I didn't get feminine companionship in anything resembling large quantities, and this kind of thing --just touching and cuddling -- was different, but as good as the sex.

Manny and Luz decided to try the same game when we finally vacated the bathroom; we went back to my bedroom and Darla threw on a light wrap that left plenty on display and crawled into bed with me. "Thanks -- that was positively luxurious!"

"I'm not used to feeling all soft," I chuckled, "but it was worth it. Want to watch some TV?"

"Whatever." She rearranged herself against me while I reached for the remote for the TV in my bedroom. Being alone means needing noise to keep from feeling lonely I had two TVs and TV tuner cards in my computers to provide some background noise for my life. I did a lot of listening to radio, too. The bedroom TV had access to the porn collection on my media server, but I just turned on regular TV and went looking for a movie; Darla apparently could have cared less what I watched. We were both snoozing when Manny and Luz trooped by, naked, coming from the bath; Manny stuck his head through the door and said, "I'm gonna fold out the couch, okay?"

I waved it off. "Yeah, there are blankets and stuff in the top of the linen closet in the bathroom." They blundered around for a while, but I missed most of it; I went to sleep braced against the headboard with Darla's head in my lap.

And that was Friday night. I remember thinking what a wuss I was for not poking both of the girls multiple times, but I'm only human ... I did okay.

Saturday morning started with "Yeah, Baby! Fuck that ass!" roaring in from the living room; Luz was apparently getting her morning dose. I had morning wood, but I was sure it was numb -- until Darla rolled her lips over it, that is! She rolled up on her knees and started vacuuming my erection, stopping after about thirty seconds to ask, "Is this good, or do you want something else?"

"This is good!" I croaked and slid both hands in her hair to manhandle her head -- then I did nothing, really, because she didn't need guidance. Hell, she even seemed to know when I wanted a long stroke into her throat! She took her time, bringing me up and down the rollercoaster, but not letting me off; I spent the next twenty minutes rigid with muscle tension from the intensity of the pleasure! Darla could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and not scratch the underlying steel with her teeth! MAN! When I finally let go, it felt like the top of my head came off -- and I shot a LOT more than an average nut into that mouth of hers! Then she spent ANOTHER five minutes teasing the shit out of my oversensitive dick! I was wasted when I finally flopped back...

"I'm gonna go pee and look into your breakfast, now that I've had mine!" Darla announced, grinning.

"You do that," I croaked.

Manny wandered in wearing just his jockey shorts. "Butt fucking is messy work," he announced.

I eyed him and chuckled, "That's why I didn't take up boys." Manny looked a little nervous and chuckled, too.

"What's on the schedule?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "Breakfast. Fuck until I can't fuck any more. Watch TV. Sleep. Maybe drink some more milk fresh from the teat."

"I owe you, Man. This must've cost a mint!" Manny exclaimed.

"It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't as much as you might think," I told him. "There might be complications, later, but thus far, it's been well worth it."

Manny cocked his head. "Seriously, how much?"

"If I told you, you would want to give me something against it, so I won't," I replied. "It was a fire sale, really; the pimp was having a hard time placing pregnant hookers, so I got a rate." I remembered diseases. "We'll all wander down and get HIV tests, I think -- I bet we can do that today."

"Okay." Manny eyed me. "Are you worried about that?"

"No, they seem to have their shit together," I replied. "Prevention is a basic tool for hookers, and they have everything ELSE down pat."

"Hey, about having them clean up my place..." Manny muttered.

"They're hookers, not housekeepers, but I'll look into it." The reality was that they were what I said they were at this point, but I was cautious about revealing that to Manny.

We waddled down to the free clinic after breakfast -- well, the girls waddled. The receptionist knew them and gave me a jaundiced eye. "Who is this?"

"Our new man," Darla replied.

"New pimp, you mean," the woman grunted.

"I'm more the john type," I muttered. "Sugar Daddy seems to fit."

"That would mean they're off the street..."

"They're on probation, I guess."

"Both of them?" the woman eyed me sidelong.

"Fire sale," I replied, "Roscoe was looking for a new home for them." Manny was absorbing more of this than I wanted public, so I said, "About the tests?"

The woman got back to business giving out numbers and forms and such. The girls hung out at the counter to chat, then she pushed them into the exam rooms before Manny and I. "Lucky thirteen," she said to me, looking up.

I went up to the desk. "So..." the woman muttered, eyeing me over her reading glasses, "Roscoe was a decent sort, for his type. What's YOUR story?"

I frowned. "I don't want to expose any confidences -- what do you know?"

Gladys -- that was the name on the nameplate on her desk, Gladys Fenwetter -- said, "I know those two are working girls -- we see just about every hooker in town a couple of times a month. We know who's running who, too, if you know what I mean."

"And?"

"And we're not the law. We'd rather see the girls clean and their johns that way, too," Gladys said heavily. "So, now..."

"Roscoe's patience has limits, apparently," I replied. "I happened along at a point between when he decided to fire them and actually did it. I was looking to give my buddy over there a memorable birthday -- but when Roscoe let it slip that I was the girls' last hope, I bit off probably more than I can chew."

Gladys gave me a measuring glance. "Maybe I'm missing that last part."

This could turn out to be a minefield. Well, it had been a memorable couple of days... "Um, I assume you're aware that there are different flavors of working girls, right?"

Gladys cocked her head. "Go on..."

"There is a group that does it for the money, and a group that does it for drugs or whatever. Legend has it there is a group that does it for fun. And there is a fourth group -- a group that does it because someone picked them up somewhere and transported them to a guy who made it very clear to them that it was their lot in life to deliver sex when, where, how and to whom they're told -- or else -- and enforced it with some pretty rigorous discipline."

Gladys' lips went white. "White slavery?"

I nodded. "Darla and Luz have been through the wringer -- and they won't tell anyone about it, but they think that they are incapable of doing anything else at this point. Roscoe apparently bought them from a dealer who sells some very well-trained sex slaves. Darla told me some tales that would curl your hair."

"But they're pregnant!" Gladys erupted in a hoarse whisper.

"I think they were taken that way. The evidence showed up later -- after they had been trained and sold. Roscoe put up with it -- but after a while, they weren't earning their keep. And since even they don't believe that they're any good for anything else..." I let it trail off.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Gladys gasped quietly.

"That's how it was presented to me," I replied. "If I didn't at least buy a good trip around the world with one of them, they were both going to end up in shallow holes outside of town."

"Roscoe wouldn't do that!"

"He's got some heavyset character who follows him around who has some kind of neck-twisting move he was anxious to practice, I was told," I replied. "I was there and I shelled out to take them on, so it didn't happen. Maybe Roscoe was lying -- I don't know. But I own them -- and I'm not REALLY a pimp..." I flicked a glance over my shoulder at Manny. "Don't tell my buddy -- I don't want him involved."

"How long... ?"

"Since Thursday night."

"So Roscoe SOLD them to you?"

"Yup," I nodded. "I keep waiting for them to point me out to someone as a white slaver, but they're VERY well trained -- they jump at shadows, and every time I take them somewhere, they think they're not coming back."

"You could just send them away..."

"They would just get picked up by one of Roscoe's colleagues -- and after a time, when it became clear that they were not a performing investment..." I shrugged. "Roscoe recommended it himself as a tactic if I decided I didn't want to put up with them."

"He's AWFUL!" Gladys hissed.

"Actually, I think your initial assessment was dead on," I argued, "He's not bad for a pimp."

"What are you going to do?" Gladys asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. "For now, they're living in with me -- and I'm reaping the benefits. Long-term, maybe I can get them back to being capable of being out on their own again -- but it seems to be a tall order."

"You're not going to put them out to hook are you?" Gladys asked.

"I might HAVE to," I replied. "They may not be able to deal with anything less. I'm currently presenting the idea that they've moved up to 'mistress' or 'kept woman.' But there is only one of me..."

Gladys eyed me. "This could all be a fairy story."

I shrugged. "You could ask them, but if I was them I wouldn't tell you, because it could get very unhealthy for them -- at least, that's what they think. I figure the way things generally work, I'll end up in jail for trying to help them. That's the usual thing with clumsy idiots like me who blunder in trying to help. I'm not lily white, here; I'm getting sex for the first time in my life -- and enjoying it -- and I did go out to hire a prostitute. That's plenty for the law to bury me. But you know, I didn't go looking for two..."

I think that got her. She eyed me thoughtfully, then went over my paperwork and said, "I'll call you back when it's time to be tested." I nodded and went back to my seat. Gladys got up and left after a minute or two -- and when she came back, I got the eye again, but she seemed less forbidding. She looked over Manny's paperwork next -- but didn't engage him in any excess conversation. I got called for blood draw and such a few minutes later, and when I came back, the girls were sitting in the waiting room together. Darla saw me and got up and moved over one, patting the chair between herself and Luz. "Gladys came around and asked us whether we were in trouble or anything," Darla related.

"She wanted to know if your new pimp is an improvement over the old one," I explained, sighing. "I may have related too much information."

"I told Gladys leave Boss alone -- Boss good man!" Luz announced, grabbing my arm and eyeing Gladys.

Darla mused. "She wanted to know ... things..."

"I don't know what she would do with the knowledge, but feel free to tell her I bought you from Roscoe," I replied. "I figure I'm going to jail over this at some point, anyway..."

"We'll try to keep it down to misdemeanors," Darla whispered. "We don't want you gone for long." She leaned over and kissed my cheek then got up ponderously and waddled up to see Gladys. They went back and forth a couple of times and Gladys looked surprised, then speared me with a glance. I looked away, embarrassed. Luz gave me a reason to be interested in her belly -- someone was kicking, making little lumps in it. Fatherhood wasn't anything I'd ever considered possible for me, but Darla's man was permanently absent and Luz's was at least temporarily. "So when are you due?" I asked Luz.

"What?"

"When..." I rubbed her belly. "When do you become a mama?"

"Three weeks? A month?"

Holy shit! Clearly, if this went on for long, I was going to have to hit up my life savings for preparations ... Darla came back while I was mulling this over.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"When are you due?"

"About a month."

"Where am I gonna put kids?"

"Donnie..." Darla's lip quivered, "Are we in trouble?"

"No, no, I'll think of something -- and it won't be what you're probably thinking is the simple answer, either -- I just ... well, I'm unprepared, you know?"

"It'll be fine, Donnie. We can go to the Salvation Army and get a couple of cribs or something," Darla soothed me. "We're not married -- you're not on to give the nursery a pretty pink paint job or anything -- just the basics."

"Who does your OB-GYN?" I asked.

"They do, actually." Darla pointed back over her shoulder. "The free medical side of the house."

"Is that good enough?"

"It has been thus far."

"Where were you gonna give birth?" I asked.

"The ER."

I rubbed my face. "I have medical insurance, but I can't put both of you on it. Neither of you is family. And they'll rip you off if you go in without."

"Start a business," a new voice intruded. I looked up to see Gladys. "They can be employees." She gave the girls a look. "House cleaning or something."

That's when Maids Plus was born...

Manny came back a couple of minutes later and we all headed out to the car. Darla opened it up from the back seat with, "Manny? You said something about cleaning your place."

Manny turned around. "Yeah..."

"How much would you pay?"

"I dunno -- a hundred?" Manny guessed.

"How much for buck naked?"

Manny rubbed his chin. "Sex?"

"Sex is extra -- but available, obviously. I can give you the price list. We'll do a discount for cleaning AND sex -- and for bulk."

Manny flicked a glance at me. "I thought you were good until Sunday."

"Donnie is -- he paid serious money for it. But I know you want to offset things some -- and cleaning isn't on our standard price list..." Darla cocked her head.

"Um, yeah..." Manny thought about it. "Okay, I'll bite. A hundred for the cleanup -- you can leave your stuff on. We'll negotiate sex when I want it. One or both?"

"It's a hundred apiece. You decide." Darla was clearly enjoying the negotiation.

"Lemme think about it." He was quiet the rest of the way home; I could see the gears turning.

When we got home, Darla dragged Luz and I into my office for a private confab. "This is it, Donnie. You start a business. We clean or whatever -- maid work -- but we do extras. Luz and I know how to negotiate the extras. You get the medical insurance and we bring in the money to pay the premiums."

"What about excess?" I asked.

"We have to live -- pay rent, food, the kids ... Probably only one of us will be able to go out on a call at a time after the kids are born. The other one babysits and keeps things running at home."

"Well, it sounds okay..." I mused.

"Officially, the additional services aren't on the price list -- we'll handle that so you stay clean. It'll be all word of mouth," Darla proposed.

"Luz?" I turned to the dark girl to get her opinion.

"Sounds like outcall, Boss. I like. No street corners."

"Well, it should help meet expenses," I mused.

"There will be plenty of money -- especially when we slim back down after the births," Darla insisted. "Please?"

"We'll try it," I nodded.

Forty minutes later, we had an LLC registered in Wyoming -- and serviced by a company that did such things for a business, so we had professional representation. It wasn't that expensive -- even compared with the purchase price of my women.

Manny wanted to know what was up, so I filled him in -- to an extent. "The girls are looking for a new deal; their pimp wasn't delivering a 401K or medical insurance. I'm fixing that. Technically, it's maid service -- but..."

Manny nodded. "With extras, right?"

"Right. I don't have to admit to anything -- if they get run in by the cops, they take the fall and I post bail, just like a pimp -- but I'm their employer, not a pimp, and their job description -- on paper -- doesn't include hooking," I explained, then went back to searching the net for an insurance agent -- which wasn't hard to find. By noon, I had liability insurance for the business and health insurance for my 'employees.'

Manny was their first customer; both of them went over to his place, and I did too -- to 'supervise.' Manny paid an extra hundred to go around the world with Luz, whose comment to him was, "You Boss' friend, get cut rate." Manny's place needed the work; I stayed out of the way, mostly, but 'supervision' took the form of receiving a nice, long blowjob from Darla while Manny got his piece. When the girls were done, Manny stayed home, he'd gotten plenty -- and more than his money's worth.

Saturday night we celebrated; I'd put out an additional thousand to get the ball rolling on the business, but two hundred had come back. Only one hundred of that would have gone on the books as an invoice, but the girls insisted otherwise. "We've cost you an arm and a leg," was Darla's explanation. Bedtime was me and two pregnant women in the same bed -- and I didn't complain.

Sunday was comparatively lazy; I got up late -- but I had to service Luz's morning hornies -- then lounging around my apartment, watching sports on TV and being treated like a king by two women -- a tough job, but someone has to put himeslf out there and suffer, you know? I don't make enough of a mess to keep two women busy, so everyone relaxed. In the afternoon, we went out and the girls collected more of the supplies required to ply their two trades -- mostly at a grocery store and a drug store, but the more expensive outing was to a local sex shop. I put up some of our new business cards -- printed on my home printer -- on bulletin boards at all three locations.



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Chapter 4


Monday started quiet; I left the girls -- almost without worries -- and went to work as usual; they could have cleaned me out before this, and it certainly appeared that they were better off not doing so. I still tended to underestimate the value of their 'training'; theoretically, they would rather live, so they wouldn't chance crossing me, even though they ought to have realized by then that they were perfectly safe. Actually, from their perspective, they were a lot safer 'working' for me than they would have been anywhere else -- and, well, they were right, weren't they?

But word of mouth was circulating, even if I wasn't the mouth; my manager appeared in my cube and said, "I hear you have a new side business."

I don't like Tony -- he's an ineffectual middle-management suck-up with no guts and delusions of grandeur -- oh, and a slimy asshole. "Is that a problem?"

"Not if you come to work, I guess," Tony replied, looking like it hurt him to say so. "I hear it's house cleaning or something."

"I have a couple of girls who cook or clean or otherwise help out for a fee," I replied, "Domestic and personal services, that kind of thing."

"How much do they charge for a one bedroom place?"

"Depends on what you need," I replied, eyeing him. "We would probably want to get a look before making an estimate."

"So you don't have a standard price list," Tony ventured.

This had started sounding like a vice cop trying to get a hooker to commit to something so he could arrest her for soliciting. "We're still shaking down, balancing the costs of supplies and the amount of work against what we think the traffic will bear. Besides, we don't want to get pigeonholed into being just a cleaning service," I replied carefully.

"When could I get one of these estimates?" Tony asked.

"After work?" I replied. "I can drag one of the girls around..."

Tony grunted. "Might take both."

I shrugged, "Then it probably won't be fifty bucks, you know?"

"Yeah." He scratched his address and home phone on a sticky note and handed it to me. "About six?"

"Okay." When he was gone, I called Manny. "Did you talk to Tony?"

"That asshole? No way! But it's a buzz..."

"Thanks for the advertizing -- I think," I grunted.

"Any time," Manny chuckled.

I called the house; the girls were ready when I got home. In the car, I told them, "Look, this guy is my boss -- and I don't like him, particularly. You do what you want as far as giving him things -- but make him pay for it. I'd like to have something on him when this is over, not the other way around."

"Hokay, Boss!" Luz nodded, grinning.

"They're pregnant!" Tony hissed to me as we swept through the door. Tony's 'bachelor pad' was a mess; I wouldn't want to clean the sty.

"Yeah, I noticed," I muttered back, thinking, 'Fucking idiot... ' The girls split up professionally and went all over the place, calling out questions from different rooms. I had a little work order or estimate sheet that had some verbiage about what we were and were not liable for and I stood there with Tony, not saying much while they did their inspection.

When they came back, they discussed things in low whispers and Darla asked Tony, "How clean do you want it and how fast?"

Tony shrugged. "Clean. Like it was when I moved in. Tonight?"

Darla frowned. "That's both of us, maybe four hours. Three hundred."

Tony blanched. "That much?"

"The CDC ought to declare that bathroom a biological warfare lab," Darla said flatly. "We're probably underestimating. But it's a flat rate -- three hundred -- plus materials. We might have to send Donnie for more cleaning materials." I scratched that on the work order and handed it to Tony. It was his move; if he was aware of the other services the girls provided, he would pay -- besides, one look at that sty said no one was getting cheated.

"Okay..." Tony grunted after a moment's thought. I handed Tony the work order. "Pay the man," Darla ordered flatly, "We'll want the deposit up front."

Fortunately, I had gotten merchant services on the Maids Plus website I'd set up Sunday evening; Tony wanted to pay by credit card. It was all tied to that fancy bookkeeping program everybody knows about -- and our bank. It's amazing what you can do online these days. Tony fed the site his numbers and even got a receipt from his printer. In the meantime, Luz went down to the car and got mops and buckets and other crap.

"We're gonna need more stuff, Boss," Darla told me -- and rattled off a list. I was going to have to look for a wholesale cleaning supplies outlet. "Come on back when you've got it." Then she winked at me as we reached the door. I nodded and let myself out.

It took me an hour to get the stuff and return to Tony's. Darla opened the door a crack and accepted the stuff, saying loudly, "You don't want to come in here, Boss. Call Tony about nine-thirty to see if we're done." She winked at me again, grinning, so I just nodded and went away ... At nine-thirty, Luz said, "Come pick me up, Boss. Darla is gonna finish up alone. Tony will bring her home." So I went and got Luz -- and most of the cleaning equipment. I had an invoice for the additional, which Luz took inside to present Tony with.

In the car, Luz said, "You right, Boss. Tony is an asshole." He had barely waited for the door to close behind me before shelling out an additional hundred to have the girls clean in the nude and the bill had shot up sharply from there. Luz did most of the cleaning while Darla split her time between that and entertaining; I gathered that Tony was a bit racist, among his other sterling qualities, and Luz was only good for domestic duties as long as Darla was around. I was willing to bet he would 'lower himself' if Darla wasn't around, though...

Luz hit the kitchen to make a late dinner -- sandwiches -- and went upstairs to shower; I didn't get in her way, believing she'd earned a cleanup and to be able to relax. Frankly, I didn't expect the meal. At around eleven, about the time Luz and I settled on the couch to watch the news, Darla came through the door. Reaching in the pocket of her maternity stretchpants, she fished out four hundred dollars in crumpled bills. "Normally, when I go around the world, I give a discount -- but that bastard I did a la carte," she laughed. Apparently, going around the world a la carte cost three hundred...

"Did you keep any?" I asked.

Darla cocked her head. "No."

"Why not? You've got baby things to buy..."

Darla shook her head as if to clear it. "Donnie, the last time Roscoe asked me that question, he stripped me naked to make sure and slapped me around a little, threatening to get serious about it if he found out I was lying and had stashed some money somewhere..."

"Fuck..." I rubbed my forehead. "I'm not Roscoe. I would suck as a pimp, per se. I'm your boss -- your business manager. Yeah, I expect to at least recoup some expenses out of this deal, but not one hundred percent."

"Well, we're behind on startup payments -- aren't we, Luz?" Darla replied. "If you're holding the money, I know where to get it from."

"Yeah, okay, whatever. I'll put it toward the health insurance premiums or something," I muttered. "Luz made you a sandwich."

"Let me wash the taste of Tony out of my mouth first," Darla replied and headed for the bathroom.

Darla wolfed down her sandwich and we watched Letterman in bed, the three of us. I was willing to let things pass, but Luz seemed to feel that the day wasn't over until my balls were empty, so I did her doggie. It didn't hurt me or anything. Hell, I hadn't had a lot of pussy, but either one of them put anything else in my experience on the street. I wonder how many women know to loosen up on the in-stroke and clamp down on the out-stroke? Darla and Luz had it down pat in all three holes...

Tuesday morning Luz made me eggs and bacon and passed on sex -- which was fine. I was getting so much I didn't know what to do with myself. I was Tony's favorite guy at work -- and he had a big mouth, too, from my instant popularity. Four or five of the guys made sure I went out to lunch with them so they could pump me for info. "So, hey," Mike Fowler asked, "Do these girls do parties?"

"You mean like wait staff?' I asked, pretending ignorance, "Yeah, I imagine they would. Maybe planning and catering, too -- I'd have to ask." Manny sat off to one side, grinning. "We would kind of have to look the situation over before agreeing to do it -- and pricing is negotiable."

"Uh huh," Jock Matthews grunted. "Who negotiates?"

"Well, we figure out a basic price for the job at the outset," I replied, "but if you want something extra, the girls will work it out with you on the spot." I was enjoying the doubletalk.

"So they do laundry and shit?" Jock pressed.

"Oh, yeah, sure..." I waved it off.

"Hey, you know, I do poker at my place on Thursdays..." Mike rejoined.

"Yeah? Is that the kind of party you're talking about?" I asked. "That sounds simple. Keep the food and drink flowing..."

"Yeah..." Mike's eyes glazed over. "Do they have uniforms?"

"If you were looking for something special, we could probably work it in -- but these chicks, well, they're preggers right now, you know? Fancy uniforms might get costly and wouldn't have much of a shelf life."

"Yeah, they're probably better off without..." Manny interjected, then looked carefully away ... Somebody snorted...

In the afternoon, I got an email from Mike, seriously asking about a Thursday night gig. I wrote back that we should probably come out and have a look at his place and lay out the job and pricing and we set a date for that evening. I picked up the girls and we cased Mike's joint...

Mike had a small studio apartment that needed some cleaning -- and a poker table. I was all business, and so were the girls, talking about food and alcohol and setup and takedown and what in general would be expected. Mike got in a few double-entendres, but Darla kept it clean in my presence, telling him "We need to get the basics down, first." When we'd about exhausted everything, Darla said, "I think that's the basics. Anything else, we can talk about as we go."

I took that as my cue. "Okay, "I'll write this up downstairs and email it to you, Mike. We'll want the basics in advance, and the cost of any special equipment or supplies, so make sure Darla knows everything."

"Yeah, sure..." Mike eyed me dubiously.

Darla took his arm and led him off a bit, "I'm sure you want to see our resumes..." I hit the door.

Fifteen minutes later, the girls were downstairs. Luz grinned from ear to ear and tossed fifty bucks at me. "He wanted a test drive, Boss."

"What ELSE does he want?" I asked.

"Nude service," Darla replied. "Something hot and sexy to start, but nudity to follow. The boys pay their own way, sexually. He wanted to know what would happen if he invited you; I told him you get pussy for free." She eyed me, grinning. "You had him running, there -- he wasn't sure whether you knew about the hooking or not! I told him if it got out generally that you did, he could cross us off his Christmas card list. I let him know we were into plausible deniability."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, like at a massage parlor. So, he likes Luz?"

"He's gonna be a regular, Boss -- watch and see!" Luz cackled.

I took them to dinner at one of those Mediterranean chain restaurants and we all ate well, then went home -- and it was apparently Darla's night for ball draining. We experimented with various things and ended up basically in the missionary position with me upright and Darla spread under me with her butt up on a couple of pillows. I took my time and took it easy and made a serious effort to bring her pleasure -- which she seemed to appreciate, but...

Darla and Luz were different that way. Luz showed every indication of enjoying her sex, from actively asking for it and pursuing it to some pretty genuine noises while she was getting it. Darla was a lot more reserved -- and you just couldn't tell. I was pretty sure she did some acting for johns, but we'd made this agreement that she wouldn't fake it for me, so I got her genuine reactions, which were, well, less than encouraging. I wondered if the Armenian had killed her sexual response while training her to be the perfect sex object ... When I'd pumped a load into her, I asked, rather guiltily, "Was it any fun at all?"

She reached up and caressed my cheek. "Of course it was. You're the first person in quite a while to really care and I feel bad about it, but I just can't peak right now. Maybe it's the baby. But I wouldn't ask if it wasn't fun -- I'd just let Luz monopolize you." I sighed and shrugged it off; probably she wouldn't, actually, since she needed my support...

Wednesday, I got more Q & A sessions, but no requests -- which I figured was a good thing. That night, the girls dragged me off to a couple of stores they'd researched on the net for their 'uniforms' for Thursday evening's poker party at Mike's. Apparently any old lingerie shop can provide a black push-up bra that exposes the nipples, if you look hard; skirts were another matter. The girls found one size fits all short frilly petticoat skirts in black with white petticoats beneath -- all one piece, with elastic waistbands -- at a dancewear shop. The things stuck straight out almost, like a tutu, and only the bulk of the white ruffles beneath kept you from seeing anything and everything easily. French maid hats were next, and no-nonsense black three-inch heels; 'fuck me' shoes are a specialty item, apparently -- they knew where to get them, but it would take time. I figured they were awkward enough without that, for now. Then, as advertized, we went to the Salvation Army Thrift Store for two cribs, a changing table, and a chest of drawers.

Thursday, I got home as early as I could; the girls went off to set up at Mike's in sweats -- in my car -- with their party costumes in the back. I waited for the Salvation Army delivery truck to come with the furniture that would put an end to my office by turning it into a nursery and shifted my computers and stuff into the living room. Did I worry about giving the girls my car? Not a lot. Taking my car and leaving didn't seem to fit the profile for either of them; quite aside from the fact that it clearly wasn't in their best interests, they'd both been trained to fear reprisals. The truck came and I helped the guys muscle the battered cribs and stuff into the freight elevator and into my apartment; the security guard was obviously dazed and confused as to why I would want to take on a mismatched set of pregnant women...

The girls got back around midnight, tired but apparently none the worse for the wear -- and with $1100 in their combined pockets. "A hundred is from Mike for the additional 2 hours," Darla related, "and the rest is from 'options.' There were five of them, and they averaged two hundred apiece."

I shook my head. "How does this compare with how you did under Roscoe?" I asked.

"LOTS better!" Darla exclaimed. "Roscoe had us out on street corners. I'd be the first to agree that a pregnant woman in skimpy clothes on a street corner is, well, sad..."

"Didn't he arrange incall or outcall?" I asked amazed.

"Not often. It was too much work, as far as he was concerned," Darla related. "He was afraid of internet stings, too, I think. Desperation led him to accept your offer to meet..."

"I couldn't find an outcall hooker with a divining rod, but I'm sure they're around..." I mused.

"Oh, yeah -- but they tend to be in a different class..." Darla replied.

"Technically?" I argued, "I doubt it. They just get more money to cover the facilities and the infrastructure support. From where I'm sitting, you have all of the basic tools -- and some advanced ones, for that matter."

"Why thank you, Sir!" Darla dimpled and curtsied. Luz grinned in the background. "Mike is talking about a longer party on Friday or Saturday night next week ... One of the guys was talking about bringing his wife -- something about her thinking being pregnant wasn't sexy."

I pursed my lips. "Are you up for that? Did you have any problems? I don't suppose that one did anything..."

Darla laughed. "Are you kidding? Luz rode him twice! He was our biggest customer!" She sobered. "No, they were all good boys. We know how to handle johns, as a rule."

"If there gets to be a crowd, someone might get ideas," I mused.

"Gang banging a pregnant lady?" Darla arched an eyebrow. "Most guys would be pretty troubled about that. Besides, if Whatshisname brings his wife, that could get REAL sticky..."

"It's your call, Hon," I told her. "The way things are set up I can't really sit there with a gun in my waistband or whatever. Did you commit?"

"I told him to have you check our schedule," Darla replied, grinning. "That way you can jack him a little over the weekend rate or whatever."

"Okay. You girls run along and get a soak and clean up," I directed. "Come to bed when you're ready. I have to go to work, still..."

Darla kissed my left cheek and Luz my right and they headed off, gabbing in that polyglot that was apparently pidgin Filipino. It could be Spanish or whatever -- I'm no good at any language not spoken by a computer. In a minute or two, there were squeals and they came boiling into the bedroom to thank me for the nursery setup, then wandered off again. I got into bed and went to sleep; sometime later, I was the filling in a warm, soft sandwich.

Friday, Mike's card party was the rage. I carried the official line; Mike had paid for setup, cleanup, and waitress service -- and rumors that more may have gone on were ... troubling ... Mike pulled me aside and asked, "No bullshit -- you know what went on, right?"

"Not knowing keeps me from being arrested for being a pimp," I told him. "Officially, I know nothing and see nothing and hear nothing -- that way I can post their bail if they get picked up, rather than being in the next holding cell over. Get it? I'm a legitimate employer; if the girls offer personal services on an independent basis, it's none of my business."

"So you're not a pimp?"

"Pimps don't offer medical insurance and a 401K or pay salary and unemployment benefits," I replied.

"Yeah..." Mike nodded. "I get it. Way cool."

"I'm trying to take care of the girls," I told him. "It costs money and the girls had their profession before I ever met them. I'm just giving them a better deal than their last employer. Money you pay me goes toward their trip to the maternity ward." I fished a receipt out of my pocket. "This is for the money you paid for the extra two hours. My books have to be clean, you know? It's for their protection."

Mike nodded and patted me on the back and we parted company.

We had calls on the answering machine Friday evening, and it became clear that we were going to have to pick up a couple of shitbox cars so the girls could operate independent of me and each other. I got no rest that night; I ended up putting Darla and Luz out at two different sites in sequence and picking them up the same way after two hours. I ate dinner at a burger joint and grumbled about it -- but the girls pulled in another six-fifty, two hundred of which was legit cleaning.

Saturday was, oddly, a down day. We relaxed and handled personal business such as hitting some used car lots for something for the girls to drive. We narrowed things to an old Toyota and an old Saturn, and I went off to the bank to harass them over business checks -- but we weren't going to see anything on that front for a couple of days. Ultimately, I paid a cash down payment on the Saturn from the girls' war chest and Darla drove it home. As it turned out, neither of them had been allowed to retain their drivers licenses, so we had THAT to accomplish. Luz had her green card and her birth documents -- even her marriage license -- but Darla had been stripped of hers; we had to apply online for a duplicate birth certificate and Social Security card. Once we had those, we could start rebuilding their identities; at this point, I couldn't even get business debit cards in their names. Well, we had cash...

In the evening, we got a call for a Sunday football party; the three of us piled into my car and went off to case the place and the guy, who was a friend of an acquaintance of one of the guys at work. I played straight man while we haggled over setup and cleaning prior to the party and after, then, as usual, I left the client alone with the girls. Luz gave him a demo dick vacuum and the girls returned to the car with the announcement that the party was a go. We went home and Darla cooked and we settled in to watch a movie and cuddle on the couch for a while, but Darla grabbed my hand about nine p.m. and said, "Let's go to bed."

My ego was still a little bruised, so I insisted upon racking her back and giving her a serious tongue job. THAT worked like gangbusters; Darla finally demonstrated for me how she handled a genuine cum, gasping and grunting and straining and pumping fluids onto my face. That seemed to pop the lock on the door for my cock, too, because when she dragged me up and I plugged in, she threw another orgasm just before I did, complete with cunt-clutching and getting copiously wet. I went to sleep vindicated -- and she went to sleep happy; we were both long gone when Luz came in and snuggled up after sitting through the end of her movie.

Luz wanted hers in the morning; Darla went off to make me waffles while I poked Luz's kid in the eye with my cock. He did a lot of kicking while Luz fucked, in any case, so I figured I must have irritated him. Luz CERTAINLY didn't let it stop her; I think she got off on the baby making itself known in there. She got off two or three times since I had somewhat numb morning wood and had gotten a good, ball-draining cum from Darla the evening before; I hoped I wasn't tearing up anything she would need later.

After breakfast, I sent the girls off and watched the game myself; the team I was rooting for lost. I got a little restive after a couple of hours, but Darla called and said that the guy had a football package on cable or satellite and that they were likely to go another game or so. I thanked her, but I worried.

They got home around six, clearly exhausted, but with $2200 in cash plus a check for the additional four hours at the 'standard service rate.' Apparently, the guys made bets and the loser had to pay for the winner to butt-fuck one of the girls based upon the outcome of the quarter or whatever while the girl wore the losing team's jersey. Since that was the most expensive thing on the menu and it tended to work up the others, the girls had plenty of business. "They were drained husks when we left them," Darla cackled.

"How do YOU do it?" I asked.

"Practice," Darla replied. "Some girls can't go on after a fuck or two -- but the Armenian tended to weed them out. Then, after a while working, you get the hang of it. Any woman can outlast any three guys on any given day -- they just need recovery time afterward. A working girl just learns to recover. Practice makes perfect..."

We got take-out Chinese; I don't particularly like it, but the girls seemed to and that was what mattered. Both of them took a good, long soak -- together -- and I sat on the pot and talked when they felt like saying anything and gave my girls a good non-sexual wash when they asked for it, and generally enjoyed the view. We watched TV in bed and all three of us dropped off early.



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Chapter 5


Monday, at work, I discovered that there had been a round of pink slips handed out quietly on Friday at the end of the business day. My job was apparently sacrosanct -- even without Tony's sudden approval of everything I did -- but others weren't so lucky. Women seemed the hardest hit -- something I again attributed to good ol' Tony and his chauvinism. Well, there was nothing I could do about it.

The girls had a gig Monday night; they prepared for it during the day by going out to get licenses. As it turned out, the job turned into a straight cleaning gig when the guy's girlfriend showed up; to add insult to injury, the girlfriend made the guy tip the girls anyway in a fine show of feminine solidarity. The girls were amused, rather than upset, and I had to agree -- if he was fooling around on his girlfriend, even with a hooker, he probably didn't deserve her. Or she wasn't putting out, which might mean she didn't deserve him ... Either way, they probably wouldn't go much farther. I'm not female, and I know that guys like a little variety occasionally -- but if he was tired of the chick already...

Tuesday night Manny called for Luz; he'd been getting attention at work, but as he put it, "Those chicks want me to take them out and blow a couple of hundred on them and then give me a peck on the cheek. If I'm gonna blow a couple of hundred, I might as well get something for it. Besides, I like having a clean place..." I charged Manny for two hours worth of cleaning and Luz stayed the night; she liked Manny. I wasn't in the business of dictating the girls' rate structure, so if she didn't want to bill Manny by the hour, it was no skin off my nose.

Wednesday afternoon I got an odd phone call. It was Cheryl Thorndyke, a twenty-something chick in the Telemarketing Department who'd gotten a pink slip the previous Friday. "Don? I hear you have a cleaning business on the side -- are you hiring?"

I frowned at the phone. "What else do you hear?"

"What?"

"Never mind. Look, I dunno -- we're just getting off the ground..." I muttered.

"Please? I have two little girls ... I can't do even a week without money."

Cheryl was kind of hot; she was black, I guess -- but her momma had probably been white. She had green eyes -- very exotic. She had medium brown skin, freckles, and was big and very curvy, but not overblown anywhere. She was a lot of woman. But... "Look, I really don't know if you would fit in with the other girls. I provide some basic services, but beyond that, they're more or less independent contractors."

"Could we talk about it?" Cheryl sounded desperate.

I sighed. "Yeah, call me back in a couple of hours and I'll see if I can set up an interview."

"Thanks, Don. I always knew you were a jewel..."

I hung up thinking, 'If you knew that, why didn't you say something?' I called Darla. "Hon, I got a call from a woman I know who just got fired. She's looking for work, and thinks I run a cleaning company."

Darla chuckled wryly. "You do, Boss -- we just clean more thoroughly than some."

"Yeah, well..." I sighed. "This could be delicate. She's desperate, you know? I hate to tell her no, but who knows what she'll think of the setup?"

"Let us handle it, Boss. You bring her in and we'll do the interview. We'll break the news and keep you out of it unless she seems cooperative. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay." I'd been hoping for similar.

Cheryl was back on the phone about four-thirty. "Don?"

"I run the business out of my apartment -- does that bother you? I don't want you to think I'm luring you into something..." I explained.

Cheryl gave a funny little grunt and said, "No, that's no big thing. After all, we go out to clean, right?"

"Exactly." I gave her my address. "Say, six? I need to get home..."

"Sure."

"She's pregnant! They both are!" Cheryl pulled me aside to hiss after having shook hands with Darla and Luz.

I rolled my eyes. "I got them that way -- um, that is, they came to me that way. I'm not the father..." I shook it off. "I'm going to let the girls do the interview; if things work out, I'll go into all of the HR stuff. You have a car, right?"

"Yes." Cheryl eyed the girls, who'd withdrawn a bit to give us a moment of conversation, but who were obviously evaluating Cheryl from a looks standpoint. "Any idea what will work?"

I pursed my lips. "Honesty. Don't play to them and don't make promises you can't keep. They're going to want to be able to rely on you. I'm going into the kitchen. Want some coffee or a soda or something?"

"No, I'm fine..." Cheryl looked over at the girls and Luz waved and it was on...

I sat in the kitchen area waiting to hear a screech -- but it didn't come. Instead, Cheryl came in to the kitchen area and knelt in front of me and started working at my belt. "What's this?" I asked.

"The second part of the interview," Darla replied from the doorway. "Cheryl passed the first part."

Cheryl looked up from where she was working on my pants, "Hooking was on my list for next week, Don. I need money, bad! This is a good deal ... Lift your hips, Honey." I did so and she lowered my pants and underwear past my instant boner. "Shit! You don't need an old lady, do you? If I'd known you had THIS..."

Darla chuckled. "She's got the talk..."

"Hell, I'm serious! If word of this thing had ever hit the Ladies Room at work..." Cheryl palmed my balls and slid reverent fingers up and down the shaft of my diamond-hard meat. "You should have a woman, Don."

"Got two..." I croaked, nodding at Darla and Luz.

"Not for long, I bet," Cheryl lapped the underside of my glans. "You should have been taken care of steadily coming out of high school!"

"We don't get to carry a sign that says 'Hung, '" I croaked as Cheryl lowered her lips over my cock.

Darla came up and knelt beside her. "Don't wear your lips out. Let it go in and suck as you come off. If you suck on the in-stroke, you just bang up your lips." Darla spent the next five minutes giving Cheryl pointers -- but from my perspective, she had natural talent. I blew a BIG nut for a guy having regular service. "That's passable," Darla graded the effort. "Don't swallow a john's load. In fact, you may need to work on blowing a john over a rubber. Donnie's another matter, though."

"Yeah, he's the boss," Luz interjected. "Boss gets full service!"

"Why don't you get naked, Hon?" Darla directed. "Do you fuck as good as you suck? What about anal? Do you suck pussy?"

Cheryl stood and started coming out of her blouse. "I think I fuck okay. I've done anal a couple of times, but..." She wrinkled her nose.

"You have to clean yourself out, first," Darla advised, "and lube up a little. There are tricks of the trade, but practice makes perfect. Anal is the top tier of what you might call 'normal' service -- meaning it's mainstream, not kink. You want it in your bag of tricks, since you can charge the most for it."

Meanwhile, Cheryl finished undressing and I got to enjoy an eye-level view of her furburger. "We're gonna want to trim that, but not lose it," Darla told Cheryl, eyeing her bush. "You're not the 'smooth as a baby's ass' type like I am. Shaving it all off would actually look worse than having something neatly trimmed there." She cocked her head. "What about my other question?"

"I haven't," Cheryl croaked.

"Sucking some john's girlfriend's pussy while he pokes you is in the 'kinky' tier -- and from a price standpoint, the sky's the limit," Darla advised. "You need to learn. How long have we got? Where are your kids?"

"The neighbor is watching them." Cheryl replied. "It's a tit for tat thing -- and I have a little credit."

"Call her and tell her you're in -- but you need to stay for training." She turned to me. "She IS in, right?"

"She passed your interview and she did pretty well on the blowjob test," I replied. "I don't want to saddle you with her if you don't think she'll make it..."

"She'll be fine," Darla replied. "You're not the Armenian, but we may need you to get tough a couple of times to see how she handles it. Luz, why don't you take Cheryl into the bedroom and show her how to eat pussy? Make the phone call, first, Hon."

Cheryl stayed until ten, learning the rudiments of hooking from a couple of experts. I did her ass and her pussy and they were both fine from my point of view, but Darla and Luz had comments to make and instructions to pass; Cheryl sucked it up like a sponge. In the process, the girls let their hair down and told Cheryl how it was -- and I accrued enormous respect from Cheryl. "You're one in a million, Don!"

"Nah, there's a sucker born every minute," I retorted.

"Knights in shining armor come around less often," Cheryl argued.

"Let me know when you see one," I replied. "I went looking for a hooker that night."

"For Manny's birthday..." Cheryl cocked her head. "Is he hung like you?"

"Not as big," Luz replied, "but big fat head. Like plunger." She mimed using a toilet plunger on a toilet. "Very good!" All the girls laughed.

When Cheryl was gone, we all climbed into bed and cuddled up. "Cheryl can be big money, Boss," Darla opined. "She's very hot and exotic looking."

"Well, she has yet to stick her hand out asking for money," I replied. "When it comes down to actually doing it, she might get hung up." I shook my head. "I can't believe I'm actually leading women to prostitution."

Darla laughed. "You're not, Boss -- we are. You're being Mr. Nice Guy, as usual."

I grunted. "When is it going to soak in enough that you decide it's time to roll all over me?"

"Are you kidding, Boss? This is the best gig I could ever get -- right, Luz?" Luz nodded. "Why would I want to get all greedy and screw it up? I'd be dead right now -- and instead we're on track to be all set when the time comes to have our babies..." She snuggled up a bit. "You catch us doing something like that, remember that you OWN us and slap us around a little as a reminder -- we'll straighten up and fly right..."

"Okay." Like I was gonna do THAT!

Thursday I got home to find all three women present -- and two little girls, to boot! Donna was five and Faye was three; Luz was to watch them while Darla took Cheryl out on her first call -- which was supposed to be a 'standard' cleaning job (and fuck). Luz didn't have a lot of work to do; after gazing at me with big eyes for about thirty minutes, Donna diffidently crawled up onto the couch beside me. Faye wasn't satisfied with that; she crawled onto my lap. After that, neither was happy unless they were in tight. Luz wandered off and made supper and waddled around cleaning up, her duties as babysitter taking a back seat to other things as it became clear that the girls weren't going anywhere.

Darla and Cheryl wandered in, jubilant, after three hours. "Cheryl got to see the benefit of girl-girl action," Darla related, "She took the cock and gave some pretty decent tongue and everybody was happy!" They had five hundred bucks out of the deal -- one for 'basic services' and four for add-ons. I took the one hundred in to put against the invoice; Darla handed Cheryl two and kept two -- but handed them to me. Cheryl watched, her head cocked. "Maternity fund," I related. "It's under the table, but it's the source of the creature comforts. It isn't my money -- it's theirs and they can do anything they want with it -- I just hold it." Faye, perched on my lap, grabbed a bill from my hand and examined it owlishly.

"What's this?" Cheryl asked, waving at her girls.

"I was going to ask you!" I retorted. "Suddenly, they just glued themselves to me..."

Cheryl pursed her lips and shook her head. "Donna hasn't seen her daddy in years, and Faye never really has had one."

"Other guys?" I asked. Cheryl shook her head. "I just have 'sucker' tatooed on my forehead, I guess," I muttered.

"You didn't look like you were suffering, Boss," Luz ventured.

"I'm not," I agreed. "But I don't know if I want to be the primary babysitter. I don't know ANYTHING about taking care of little girls..."

Cheryl shrugged. "They're both potty trained -- there isn't much left but entertainment, and you seem to have a lock on that..."

"Let's eat," Luz announced. "It will get cold."

Cheryl didn't leave -- and neither did Faye; she ate off my plate, making a fine mess. I didn't have it in me to get excited. Talk came around to the scheduled second card party at Mike's on Friday. "There may be a woman present," I pointed out. "How bad is that? Will you be embarrassed, Cheryl?"

"If Darla and Luz can handle it, I can follow their lead," Cheryl assured me. "It'll be a little embarrassing, but I'll live. For a couple of hundred bucks a night, I can put up with quite a bit!"

"Nobody has said anything to Mike," I pointed out. "Who is going to handle that?"

"I will," Darla replied. 'I'll offer him a discount on Cheryl and explain that she's in training -- that okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Just don't go wild..."

Luz grinned. "Boss, this will be big, I think. We can handle it. Sometimes, you give a little and get a lot more..."

I nodded. "Your call."

Darla wandered off and came back in ten minutes. "Mike is thrilled to death! He's got eight players, plus the wife, and was concerned that the two of us would be unable to handle things!"

"What did you offer?" I asked.

"Fifty percent off the basics -- just for Cheryl. If she covers her end for the extras, it's full price; if there are problems, we'll suck it up."

"Okay."

"Mike says you can come," Darla related. "Only he knows that you're the source of the entertainment -- and he can leave it like that. You can be another player. That way, if there is a problem..."

"There will be no in-house babysitting," I pointed out.

"I can get the neighbor to cover," Cheryl declared. "I think I'm more comfortable with you there, Don."

"Okay, then," I nodded, shrugging. Actually, I wanted to see the girls at work...

Friday, I paced myself at work and tried not to get into anything too taxing so I would be prepared for the evening. The girls left before I did; I got a quick nap on the couch. Darla and Luz, at least, were used to night work...

I got there a bit after seven -- and I wasn't the first. All three of my girls were in their abbreviated maid frocks -- apparently, they'd supplied Cheryl during the day at some point. Mike hustled over to me and hissed, "When did you put Cheryl on the payroll? Holy shit!"

"Very recently," I replied, shrugging. "She was a victim of last week's wave of pink slips, or she wouldn't be here."

"I always wanted a piece of that..." Mike mused, ogling Cheryl.

"I guess you will, then," I chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess I will..." Mike wandered over to Cheryl and put his hand on her butt under her skirt. "You look real familiar..."

Cheryl's eyes got a little haunted, but Darla shot past, saying something in passing. Cheryl came up with a tremulous smile and said, "If you had fantasies..."

Mike grunted. "Yeah, I did -- serious ones. You be sure and save me some, Honey."

Cheryl's smile became more genuine. "I will -- I promise!"

We had to play at Mike's dining room table -- the poker setup couldn't handle us. About eight, this guy Ted came in with his wife Evelyn -- whose eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she saw Darla and Luz. Mike played up, "So, what's goin' on?"

Ted -- who was kind of wimpy looking and balding -- suddenly grew fangs. "Evelyn hasn't been too forthcoming since she started to show. She says pregnant women aren't sexy and don't do sex. I bet her this month's household allowance that pregnant women ARE sexy and that they DO sex. If she loses, she has to do what they do..."

Darla eyed her, hands on hips. "You're in trouble, Honey!" Evelyn, a slightly pudgy redhead, gulped.

"That seems kinda harsh," I allowed.

"I haven't been laid in four months!" Ted snapped.

"I withdraw my objection," I replied. Evelyn rocked in place.

"You lose, Honey," Darla said gently, "in case you don't know it."

"But I'm all fat and..." Evelyn whined.

"I've got a couple of months on you," Darla replied. "Mike, what do you think of pregnant chicks?"

"They're hot," Mike replied. "They're, like, in production. I fuck pregnant chicks -- I've fucked BOTH of these..."

Darla turned to look at me, "Donnie?"

"Beautiful," I replied. "Something about having a new life growing in them gives them this glow..." I eyed Evelyn. "I've fucked them both, too -- recently."

"Give up?" Darla asked. "Or do you want to wait for the other six or seven guys? I think you ought to put on the uniform..." She took Evelyn by the upper arm and urged her toward Mike's bedroom; they were discussing things urgently but quietly as they went out of sight.

Ten minutes later, Evelyn had her own bra and tutu. Cheryl sidled up and whispered, "With her drawing fire, I've got no worries."

"Yeah, no kidding," I chuckled. The other arrivals tended to go right down the list -- which meant that Evelyn got fondled, too. Ted seemed to be carefully not watching out for her. It was no doubt abundantly clear that she'd lost the bet ... I was surprised that she wasn't screaming -- but she seemed to have this coiled-spring look to her. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when she let go, but it was bound to be interesting.

We started out penny, nickel, dime -- which sort of surprised me -- but Mike said it was to let everybody settle in and get used to the rules and whatever. About nine-thirty, Mike looked up and said, "How about some titty, girls? Guys, we're going to quarter, dollar, five -- anyone got a problem with that?"

Somebody mumbled, "About time!" and I don't know whether it was over the rise in stakes or the women pulling off their bras. Evelyn, who had been wearing a rig that exposed her nipples like everyone else, got a certain 'deer in the headlights' look on her face, but Luz stepped behind her and undid her bra. Darla glanced over and said, "You realize this is only Act One, don't you, Honey?" Evelyn blinked at her, holding the bra in one hand; the cups had fallen forward, exposing her breasts, anyway. She was a redhead -- did I mention that? Freckled, too, with that puffy look they sometimes get. Pregnancy had sized up her pink areolas something huge. She looked at Ted, who sat back and crossed his arms. She shuffled the thing off, but scuttled around to her old man and whispered to him urgently. He whispered back, but I could read his lips... "Just do it."

"But, Ted..."

"You're the one who insisted that you're a fat old sow and not sexy," Ted rumbled, loud enough to be heard. "Why don't you ask around for opinions?"

Evelyn raised her head and gathered herself visibly, then turned to the guy on Ted's right. "Am I sexy?"

"Incredibly," the guy (Mort?) said. "Ted is a lucky motherfucker. I love your hooters." Evelyn blushed scarlet. She glanced at the next guy, who said, "I bet you're a natural redhead -- that's hot..." She shifted her attention to the next guy, and I saw Mort reach over with his left hand and run it up her leg under her tutu. Evelyn sucked in a breath and Mort announced, "She shaves it."

Evelyn looked from Mort to Ted -- who nodded confirmation. "She's natural, though." Evelyn gave him a significant look, but Ted said, "Do you remember what you agreed to? Surely you didn't go into this THAT certain of winning..." He picked up Luz with his eyes; Luz was bent over between two players on the far side of the table and each of them was playing with one of her round brown jugs.

"I ... I..." Evelyn gabbled. Darla sat on some guy's lap at that point, picking up his hand for him. Cheryl, noticing the gambit, did the same with another guy.

Mike stopped shuffling and stepped in, "Guys, Evelyn is Ted's old lady -- I don't see him sharing anything more than a little feeling up. Save the rest for the other girls."

Evelyn got this look on her face, and I knew it was time; Mike had pulled the trigger. She sucked in a breath and said, "No, I promised to do whatever they did."

Mike sucked his teeth. "You might want to limit yourself to Ted, though. These girls all fuck -- don't you girls?"

"Uh huh," Luz agreed. Darla and Cheryl merely nodded.

"When the fucking starts, you'll probably want to stick to your old man," Mike noted.

"Should I?" Evelyn turned to Ted. "Should I really?" she challenged.

I realized that this was the confrontation I'd expected since they walked in the door. It wasn't necessarily headed in the anticipated direction, but the storm had begun. Ted rose to the occasion with, "You haven't been interested in doing anything with me..."

Evelyn turned back to Mike with her blue eyes steely. "We'll see when the time comes." She turned to Mort, "Want to touch them?" Mort glanced at Ted, but he was in no position to back down, so he nodded; I started wondering if his kid would be born into a broken home. Evelyn crawled into Mort's lap and picked up his hand, emulating Darla and Cheryl.

Mike shrugged. "Let's play cards." For the next hour and a half, the girls -- all of them -- made the rounds, and those of us not currently engaged pretended they weren't a distraction. Evelyn worked hard at being as aggressive as the other three. Yeah, I played with her ass and cupped her titties; there was no reason not to, if everyone else was and she seemed to want it, for whatever reason. I even let her hold my cards while I rubbed her little bare pussy; I did it with the other girls, and she wasn't shy about opening her legs. In fact, she was pretty wet by the time she got to me...

About eleven, things got serious. Mike made the announcement, "We're going to five, ten, twenty-five. Lose the skirts, girls -- we wanna see skin." Evelyn didn't blink; she tossed her tutu on the coffee table with the rest and went back to the guy she'd been parked on -- which was Mike, actually. You didn't have to look hard when she settled back on his lap to realize that he had a couple of fingers in her split, either. She watched Ted, daring him, but Ted just looked back, apparently unruffled. I got up to piss out a beer and Ted took the break, too, right after; we met at the bathroom door as I was coming out. "This gonna be all right?" I asked him.

"Yeah," Ted nodded. "Ev used to be a bit of a party animal, but when we got married, she started pretending to have morals or something. She got stiffer and stiffer. I didn't ask her to; she just got this idea in her head that she needed to be all stuffy. It got to be irritating -- especially after she got on the 'I'm too ugly to fuck' kick. Worst case, she'll really let go and she'll be all remorseful tomorrow -- which I can play my way."

I shrugged. "Okay, Man." I went on back to the table.

The stakes were pretty serious now; I was playing cautiously and would probably just be bled out by antes before I made a score -- which was okay with me. There would be a couple of hundred on the table during a hand, minimum -- which was pretty rich for my blood, but Mike just winked and grinned and said not to worry.

About a half hour into this phase, things got REAL interesting. The bet came around to Mike and he announced, "Raise a blowjob."



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Chapter 6


I'd had this explained by Darla after the previous party. The winner of the hand was due the service; anyone who had raised to that level or agreed to match the bet had to pay the split for it. The winner could take the service or could bank it and bet it at a later time. There was a side pot that the payments went into. Theoretically, you could win a trip around the world in a hand -- and you could take it if you wanted it. If you owned one and wanted to bet it later, there was no requirement for anyone to add to the pot -- it was paid for. The service just shifted owners. It was a little complicated and made my head hurt, but it appeared to work. I saw the blowjob -- I had three queens -- but a heaviset kid named Art won the hand. Five of us split the fifty bucks; it wasn't onerous. Mike asked the kid if he wanted it and the kid said yes -- big surprise -- so we settled back to watch the show.

Art picked Luz, who grinned her toothy grin, knelt up between his legs and proceeded to deliver her usual professional-quality cock-vacuuming job. Since Darla called her on it, they'd shifted gears -- pleasuring a john was more important than time. When you're a streetwalker, it's all about volume -- but an outcall girl can make big tips and create a following by making it good. By the time Luz was done with Art, every damned one of us wanted a hot mouth -- and the three girls who were not employed had been felt up pretty thoroughly.

Since everyone had a hardon, it should be no surprise that there was a blowjob in the pot before we even got to the draw, the next hand. Mike won and got Cheryl to suck him -- and had a ball with it. Darla and Luz could swallow most cocks without fanfare, but Cheryl wasn't there yet; she let him manhandle her and drive her onto him without a whimper -- although she DID slobber a lot and you would catch her gagging. I thought it was a pretty decent effort for an apprentice hooker.

There was no question that we were going to keep this up until everyone got their rocks off; Darla took the next load and Luz the one after that. No, there was only one open question...

A guy named Joe won the fifth hand after the festivities started. Mike gave him the eye and said, "Well?" and Joe looked guilty, but his eyes flicked. Everybody saw it; there was kind of a sigh that went around the table. Joe wanted his from Evelyn.

Evelyn was sitting on Art's lap, facing away from Ted, so she didn't see him mouth, 'Give her the money.' Several of us were surprised, but Mike stuck the fifty bucks under Evelyn's nose, poker-faced. Evelyn didn't look at Ted; she just flicked her eyes in his general direction without turning her head. "I'm keeping this," she mumbled.

"You lost your allowance," Ted replied softly.

"Tuck it in your shoe," Darla offered, helpfully. "That's what dancers and party girls do."

Evelyn nodded and braced herself, then said, "Excuse me," to Art and got up. Joe pushed his chair back, and Evelyn waved him up so she could take his pants down. We all sat there, heads going back and forth from Evelyn and Joe to Ted, sort of like a soundless tennis match. Evelyn never once looked at Ted; Ted, on the other hand, watched every move she made, poker-faced. Joe worried for a bit, watching him, but Ted mimed driving Evelyn down onto his cock and Joe put his hand on her head rather diffidently and Ted nodded and mimed it again, so Joe did it. Evelyn went "Urk!" -- but she didn't stop and she didn't bitch about it and Joe got to doing it regularly.

We all sat there watching it like it was an episode of some suspense flick or something. Ted beckoned Luz over and she crawled up on his lap and sat there, letting him feel her up distractedly while he watched his wife blow a guy for money. I couldn't make heads or tails of it and I wasn't alone...

After four or five minutes -- not quite long enough for anyone to get bored -- Joe got red in the face and grunted and you knew he was spewing. Evelyn didn't go anywhere; when he was done, she rocked back and opened her mouth to show him his load. Darla stepped up and said, "Working girls don't swallow, Hon; kind of let it dribble over your chin, if you're not working with a rubber, or try to get him to blow it on your face or tits like in porn." She took Evelyn by the arm and pulled her along, saying, "Welcome to the sisterhood. Let's get you cleaned up and prepped for the serious shit."

Once they were out of the room, I turned to Ted. "I don't get it."

Ted shrugged. "Like I told you -- Ev used to be a party slut. When she married me, she decided she had to clean up her act -- but she didn't ask me about it and she went too far. I'm gonna use this for leverage; if she looks in the mirror and sees a whore, she won't be inclined to act all stuffy -- and I'll have blackmail material to make sure she doesn't cut me off again. I wish I could get pictures -- especially of her taking money for it." He sat back in his seat. "She's a whore like the others -- but they admit it and she pretended to be something else."

Luz frowned at him and Cheryl looked unhappy; Ted said, "I have nothing against whores. Would you rather I called you working girls? I have nothing against working girls; I don't know a guy who does. Some might not want one for a wife, but these are different circumstances. I'm good with it."

Mike got up and waved him over to a corner and they spoke urgently for a moment, then Mike shrugged and left the room for a couple of minutes, coming back with a leather case. He turned to the guy on his left and said, "Deal," and we went back to playing poker.

By the time Darla and Evelyn got back, we were beyond blowjobs; one of the guys had Cheryl bent over a couch arm and was putting the meat to her and a fuck from Luz was on the table in the current pot. Darla looked around and shrugged and came and sat on my lap. "Did you miss us, Donnie?"

"Yeah," I admitted, pondering the pair of tens I had working and wondering if drawing three told everyone too much. "What took you so long?"

"We prepped her ass," Darla replied quietly.

"Oh." Enemas take a few minutes. "She going that far?"

"Now?" Darla grunted, "You betcha. She's got nothing to lose. Everybody even knows the price list."

Some guy named Pete won the hand; we all went into the next one without Pete and Luz, since Pete didn't feel like banking his fuck. He bent Luz over a barstool and went to town, taking over the racy background noise franchise from Cheryl and her customer, who had just finished up. Luz was just naturally louder, too, which ramped things up. Everyone knew who was up next and it wasn't Darla; Evelyn's pussy was in the pot before the draw.

Art won with three queens, ace-high. Mike dug around a bit under the table and nodded at the side pot; Art picked it up and offered it to Evelyn and she took it, getting up off Joe's lap. There was a quiet click and I looked over to see Mike with a digital camera up to his face. I don't think Evelyn noticed; she was too focused on Art and what she was about to do.

As before, this put a stop to things. The other three were hookers, but this was a guy's wife. After some quiet negotiation, Art dragged the couch cushions down to the floor in front of Mike's coffee table and Evelyn arranged herself on them on her back. Darla doled out a rubber and Art knelt and took Evelyn's knees over his forearms, slid home, and started poking. I heard a noise and realized it was a video camera; Ted was recording the whole thing for posterity using a camera that must belong to Mike. Once they were going good, Ted made himself obvious, coming in close and saying, "Hold up the money, Evvie -- make Daddy proud..."

Evelyn looked like he'd stabbed her, but she did it, waving the handful of bills -- then she got this look on her face and leaned up and started encouraging Artie to pour the meat to her. "Come on, Baby -- fuck me! I need some meat! Pound me!" Art went at it seriously and I wondered what sex the baby was; either way it was probably already a cocksucker from the way Art was pouring it to Evelyn. He was noisy and she was noisy and she wasn't faking it; she was getting off.

It only took a couple of minutes for Art to fill his rubber; Darla stepped in at that point to tell Evelyn, "It's cool to enjoy it as long as the john comes first." Evelyn just nodded and Joe gave her a hand getting up.

After that it was ALMOST business as usual; Ted got up to video any time Evelyn took a dick, and she took two or three more -- including mine. I got the inaugural butt-fuck; Evelyn had a cute little pink rosebud that was lubed so it wasn't a terrible fight to get into -- and she had Darla there giving her pointers on how to make a butt-fuck good for the john. Ted loved it, getting it all on video, including Darla's commentary. Evelyn humped back at me, moaning, a hundred and fifty bucks between her teeth; I'd like to have seen that video, but Ted no doubt has it hidden good, somewhere.

The party broke up around two; the girls and I staggered home, the girls having made probably two thousand between them in extras. Mike got a piece of every hole Cheryl had at some point; Cheryl's end of night comment was, "I really didn't know he was that into me..." She didn't leave, either; she crashed on my bed with the rest of us in one big exhausted tangle. She went home late Sunday morning, still tired and somewhat sore, but happy with her paycheck.

Mike called around noon and gushed about how great it all had been, saying that several of the guys were going to be calling for 'cleanings.' I offered him a break on the basic services, capping it at six hours, but he would have none of it. "The girls earned every cent."

"What about Ted and Evelyn?" I asked.

"I'm sure they're fighting, somewhere, but it's none of my business," Mike replied. "Hey, about Cheryl..."

"Yeah?"

"She didn't freak or anything, having to do me?"

"She was surprised you were into her," I related.

"Well..." Embarrassment colored his voice. "Is she busy Monday?"

"I'll check the schedule and let you know," I replied. "How long?"

"Two hours, I think."

"I'll check and pencil you in."

Luz went out at midafternoon, and Darla in the early evening -- both to guys who had been at the poker party. "Nothing whets a guy's appetite for sex like getting some," Darla observed, winking at me as she went out the door. The average single outcall was two-fifty to three hundred dollars, including the 'standard' fees, which ran twenty-five to thirty-seven fifty an hour, depending on how bad the cleanup was. I messed around in the nursery, cleaning and repainting the somewhat banged-up second-hand furniture. I called Cheryl and she was up for Mike -- but I was going to have to watch the girls...

Monday, I confirmed Cheryl's date with Mike and rushed home after work to cover; we had a steady flow of repeat customers, including Manny. Manny wasn't doing well with conventional dating; I was there during the day when one of the office girls hit Manny up with, "I thought we had fun last week..."

Manny frowned and said, "Yeah, well, dating you is a guessing game -- I don't know if we're going anywhere or not. I don't like that."

The chick -- who I considered to be high-maintenance anyway -- got this look and said, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm asking -- are we gonna get serious at some point, or am I just there to take you out?"

I stood there, thinking, 'At least he didn't say "Are we ever gonna fuck?" THAT wouldn't have been good... ' This was bad enough, though; the girl asked him if he thought she was a golddigger and Manny replied, "I'm trying to find out." She went off in a huff and I made a point of explaining the 'three date rule' to Manny. In any case, Luz went out to his place around ten p.m. -- and stayed over again -- but came back with three hundred early Tuesday morning.

But before that, I had Cheryl's little girls while all three of my staff hit the door in the early evening, headed in different directions. Fortunately, they were disinclined to run all over the place tearing things up, preferring to sit with me and watch TV. I put my usual viewing on the DVR and tuned to more innocuous fare, not wanting to expose them to shoot 'em ups and murder mysteries at a young age. Faye went to sleep in my lap, effectively pinning me to the couch until Luz came back from her first appointment at seven-thirty. Luz put Faye to bed in my room -- and Donna crawled into my lap. Luz just grinned. "You're a daddy, Boss. Sugar daddy, anyway."

Cheryl came back about eight-thirty and dropped the basic fee with me; I didn't ask how much she made in extras. She was thoughtful. "We should have dated," she muttered, talking about Mike, "If I'd known, we would have."

"Mike's okay," I opined. "He can get past this."

Cheryl shook her head. "I can't. He would have to import a whole new crew of poker buddies, for one thing. I'm a marked woman with this bunch." For the record, she was right; two of them had called asking for appointments.

I shrugged. "What do you want to do?"

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

"You can talk to him about it," I opined. "You may discover that his poker buddies are expendable." She nodded, but said nothing; I helped her put the girls in their car seats and she pulled me up for a kiss in the parking lot. "You're a jewel, Don. We should have dated, too." She eyed me for a moment. "Which one of them are you gonna keep?"

I shrugged. "We really haven't gone there. Technically, I own them; okay, that isn't legal, but if you ask them, that's what they'll tell you."

"Both, then?"

"One of them will sprout wings, sooner or later."

Cheryl nodded, got in the car, and left. On my way back inside, the security guard cornered me. "So what's going on?"

"With what?" I asked.

"All those women you suddenly have trooping in and out."

"I started a cleaning business."

"Two of them live with you," the guard noted.

"It's temporary."

"Yeah, like five years I bet," the guard replied. "Look, the super is snooping around -- he could end up making life difficult for you, if you know what I mean."

I frowned. "What about the landlord?"

"They'll hit you up if the super doesn't like your answers," the guard replied. "In general, they don't like businesses being run out of apartments." He paused a significant period and added, "They could be hookers."

"Pregnant chicks?" I pooh-poohed him.

"I'm just sayin'..."

"Thanks." I headed up, thinking, 'More shit... ' I was going to have to find a new place to live, undoubtedly.

Darla came in while I was briefing Luz on this latest development. "We'll look, Donnie," she assured me. "The place could be bigger, anyway. Maybe the guard just wants an occasional piece? You know -- a bribe?"

"Maybe," I grunted, "But if you're wrong and you make an offer, we'll be out even faster." Darla nodded. We had supper, then Darla and I surfed the want ads while Luz headed out to see Manny. "Are they serious?" I asked Darla, meaning Luz and Manny.

Darla thought about it. "Nah. Manny likes easy sex and Luz just likes sex -- but you're the Boss, and you have no idea how much weight you swing with her." She grinned and added, "Or me, for that matter."

I rolled my eyes. "One day you'll learn."

"I already have," Darla said, leaning against me. "I'm not scared of you anymore -- but I wouldn't trade you for three other guys."

Embarrassed, I muttered, "Yeah, well, whatever," and busied myself looking at ads. I wanted an apartment or a condo with controlled access -- but the downside was the nosiness directed at us that would go with it. Darla noticed a set of condos in a small strip mall above commercial properties and we decided to give them a call during business hours the next day. After that, we went to bed and had gentle sex, alone together for probably the first time in a while. I seemed to have broken through with Darla; she managed two orgasms, the second coming in concert with mine. We went to sleep happy.

By Tuesday, I was beginning to wonder why I went to work; everything in my life seemed to be happening after. The girls weren't making enough to support three or four people, though, so I needed a day job. I hadn't really recouped my outlay, anyway; the initial one, maybe, that bought Darla and Luz from Roscoe, but not the subsequent stuff like food and the car. It was close, though -- especially if you looked at the girls' slush fund, which I hadn't touched for anything not specifically approved, like the baby furniture. I made a 6 p.m. appointment to see the developer of Seacrest Village, the strip mall with the condos, and did a little research on the place.

A realtor friend of mine had a look at things and called me back pretty fast; the occupancy was about twenty-five percent and the developer was late on the mortgage. "Got any cash, Don?" my friend asked. "He'll probably take fifty cents on the dollar to get money enough to keep the bank away for a couple of months -- not that the bank wants the place."

"What happens if it goes under?" I asked.

"Theoretically, you get your money back," my friend Milo replied. "Certainly, you become a creditor of the developer and you have some ownership rights."

"Sounds risky," I opined.

"You could end up owning the whole place," he replied. "I do commercial -- I could help fill those storefronts."

I frowned. "Seriously, do I sink my IRA in this?"

"You'll take a loss the first year," Milo opined, "but things are slowly starting to turn around."

"What am I looking at?"

"He's asking two and a quarter per for two-bedroom townhouses on the second and third floors," Milo advised. "I'd open at one, and don't go over one and a quarter unless you get something."

"Not enough bedrooms," I grunted.

"Since when?" Milo wanted to know. "You get married?"

"Let's just say life got complicated."

"Hmmmm. Want me to come over and help out?"

"What's it gonna cost me?"

"Well ... Three percent is the going rate for one side of the transaction."

"You'd better add value," I grunted. "I'm a skinflint."

"Yeah, yeah..." Milo hung up.

I took Darla and Luz and we rolled up on the place at six. It looked nice -- and empty. There were eight storefronts, one of which was a going concern and one of which had an 'Opening Soon' sign up that I was pretty sure had been there for four months. In the center was a Mall Offices storefront that opened on a large lobby with 'Mall Security' opening off one side and 'Owner/Tenant Services' off the other. There were stairs and elevators behind the reception/security desk parked in the center of the room. Milo was already there.

Milo took one look at the girls and was properly dazed and confused. "What's up?"

"Hard times," I replied. "And I'm a sucker. I'm floating a cleaning business for them to help pay the rent."

Milo eyed the pair and murmured, "You sleeping with them?"

I eyed him. "Does it make a difference?"

"It would for me."

The developer's rep was effusive; Milo had already softened him up. We went up in the elevators and turned right on the second floor. "Mr. Slavaskos says you need more than two bedrooms," the man said, eyeing my women. "Clearly, you have an unusual living arrangement?"

I eyed him. "Clearly."

"We don't have any threes, but we could put a door in the hallway just before the end units..." He eyed me sidelong.

I cocked my head. "And I would get two of several things I don't need ... What's THAT gonna cost me?"

Darla sidled up and stepped gently on my left foot. I bent down and she whispered, "Hospitality suite. Also, it gets the kids out of your hair."

"It's a lot of money," I replied, also in whispers.

The rep and Milo were already at it, haggling. The guy was talking shit and Milo was letting him know he knew better. This went on all through the tour; we saw the condos, then went down a separate back elevator to a fenced corridor that opened on the owner's parking area, Truck parking, shipping and receiving areas for the storefronts sat to either side, but there were two drives punched through to the street behind. Between those two drives was a fenced playground and pool area. There were obvious compromises in the design, but the condo owners and their kids were fenced off from truckers and such. Video surveillance was highly visible looking both ways, too. "What kind of rules does the condo association have?" Darla asked, examining the plastic slats they used to make the chain link into a privacy fence.

"It hasn't really been set up yet," the rep replied, looking embarrassed. I suddenly realized that low occupancy had made it irrelevant. "We have floated some general guidelines, but with two condos, you would have a power bloc."

I grimaced. "Still on that, huh?" I knew my job; don't get excited and let Milo do his job. The guy was still talking about the one-forties and Milo was laughing at him.

Sensing an opening, the rep turned to Darla, "Why the question?"

Darla showed a lot of teeth, "I like to skinny-dip."

Milo chuckled. "I'm sure that will seriously improve the attentiveness of the security guards." He waved at the cameras.

The rep looked pained. "The owners pay for twenty-four hour security..."

"And it generally fails because it's off," I noted. "There is always a trade-off between security and privacy."

Darla merely grinned. "They can look. I expect them to protect me from those who want to touch without permission, though, not be part of the problem."

The rep nodded, off-balance, and we headed back and got in the elevator. The developer's rep got in last and turned to face the door; Luz sidled up to Milo and furtively rubbed his crotch, smiling her toothy smile. "You are taking good care of Boss, right?" she asked quietly.

Milo's eyes popped. "Yes."

"Good." She rubbed him again, smiling up at him. Milo turned his surprised gaze on me and I shrugged.

"She do that a lot?" Milo murmured.

"Only when she thinks she has good reason," I replied in a whisper. "I think maybe there was an incentive being offered."

"Huh..." Milo gingerly settled a hand on Luz's ass. Luz didn't complain.



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Chapter 7


The elevator doors opened and we went through to the lobby and back to the management office, where a reinvigorated Milo went at the developer's rep again. After a couple of minutes, he stepped back and waved me toward a corner. "What can you afford?"

"Not close to three hundred," I grunted. "Cash, maybe one-eighty."

Milo's eyes popped. "You can do that, cash?"

"Got the checkbook from my IRA in my pocket," I agreed. "I'd have to play some games -- lend money to the business through an intermediary..."

Milo pursed his lips. "IRS won't like that."

"I'm not the majority partner," I replied, "and if I loan money to you and you loan money to the business, the IRS won't bother to unravel it."

"How much of the business do you own?" Milo asked.

"Twenty-five percent, on paper," I replied.

"Okay, it's legal either way," Milo grunted. "I'll get a lawyer to write up two promissory notes. They're members? We'll have one of them sign for the business. It's an LLC, right?"

"Right."

"Cash is king. We won't do it all. Watch." Milo headed back over to where Darla was keeping the developer's rep busy answering questions. "We'll take both end units," he announced. We'll pay ninety five for one -- cash -- and you'll carry the note for the other -- ten years. If you fold, it's a wash and we end up with both."

"Ninety-five?" The rep looked pained.

"We'll do one-ten for the one being financed -- twenty percent down."

"I don't know..."

"How much are you leasing storefronts for? There's a stairwell to the far one, right?" Darla asked.

The rep looked cagey. "Three thousand a month."

"But owners get a break, right?" Milo pressed. "One year lease, fifteen hundred a month. First, last, and security."

"One hundred," the rep pressed.

"One-oh-five for the second, then," Milo replied. "You're getting six and a half percent."

The rep looked desperate. "Give me a minute." He headed for the back. Apparently the developer WAS in; there were sounds of a spirited argument.

"They need the occupancy," Milo assured me. "Wave your checkbook if he comes back acting stupid."

The rep came back. "What about... ?" I flourished my checkbook, stopped, and started to tuck it back in my pocket. He licked his lips. "Never mind." He gathered himself. "About the lease..."

Milo turned to me, "Do you think you need the whole storefront? I might move here and sublet half..."

I pursed my lips. "We really need to look at what we're getting..." I had NO IDEA what we were going to use a storefront for!

"Two thousand a month apiece gets you both a full storefront." The guy standing in the door was undoubtedly the developer. "Condos are a hundred apiece and I'll hold your note. Put it together, Howard -- we need occupants for those storefronts! You weren't kidding, were you?" he asked Milo. Milo just looked at him. "I need a realtor -- I'll give you a break."

"We can talk about it," Milo declared.

"How soon can you close?" The developer shifted his eyes back and forth between Milo and I.

"As soon as we can get documents. I've got a lawyer who should be able to turn this around fairly quickly," Milo told him. "Have your lawyer do the note for the second place and the sale documents for the first. We'll want the door in the hallway we talked about and maybe some other minor stuff."

The developer just waved it off. "Handle it, Howard. I want them in the stores and visible by the first, okay?" He swept us with his eyes. I nodded, wondering what he would think if he knew he'd just built himself a brothel. Ah, well...

Darla pulled me aside. "What's this gonna cost?"

"A month?" I asked. "I don't know."

Milo rescued me. "It's cash for the one condo, so no monthly payments, twenty percent down on the second is eighty thousand over ten years ... Nine hundred or so -- probably less. The lease is another two thousand, so a little under three grand."

Darla turned it over in her head. "We're doing better than that, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Maybe not yet this month above the table, but..."

"It's a lot of money, Donnie."

"Well, it's an investment," I replied. "The company will own the place and will have to pay me back over time. But I'll be living here, too..."

"Your accountant is gonna love you," Milo grinned. "unless the business folds."

I shrugged. "It's a service business. The products are always in demand." Milo nodded.

"What is it exactly?" he asked.

"Cleaning, catering, hospitality work," Darla supplied.

Milo nodded, eyeing Luz -- and probably making the connection. "We're probably profitable already, despite some startup expenses -- I need to look at the books. Or we were..." I muttered.

"Well, you get a couple of tax write-offs and a new place to live..." Milo shrugged.

"Yeah," I sighed. "The second part was the purpose of the exercise."

"It's a good deal," Milo insisted, a little loudly. The developer and his rep both looked up, sensing buyer's remorse. Neither said anything, but when they stuck the purchase and sales agreements in front of me a couple of minutes later, the price on the second place was ninety-five thousand and the lease was seventeen-fifty.

I looked them over; Milo did, too, and nodded. "And the condo association?" I asked.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're it," the developer replied. "Here is a list of basic services that are contracted for in the purchase. There are no rules, as yet; the older couple on the other end don't have much in the way of demands."

Darla eyed the list. "I bet we could work out something over pool cleaning and janitorial."

The developer nodded. "I'll look at your rates. If they're better than the people I'm looking at..." Darla nodded back. "I'll send a kid over to talk to you about changes," he promised me. "Any idea what you'll want besides the door?"

"Not yet," I replied, "We'll need to look some more." I fished out my other checkbook -- the one associated with our new business -- and wrote a check for a thousand bucks, hoping the account could handle it. The cash drawer could, certainly ... The developer tossed me the keys to Units A and B and we headed back upstairs to take a serious look at things, Milo bringing up the rear.

The third floor had no hallway between the apartments -- there were closets in part of the space, and the other rooms just abutted one another. We could cut a doorway between them along a communicating hallway or even make one room double-size by taking out a wall. I wondered about the second kitchen, but Darla asked, "Do you think we'll ever do in-call? We may need to provide party refreshment facilities." I was reluctant to go there, but we decided that putting in a bar might be a good idea.

Luz sidled up to me. "Milo did good?"

I nodded. "He probably saved us fifty grand -- maybe more."

"Good." She went over to Milo, knelt rather ponderously before him, and started on his belt buckle.

Milo gave me a look. "What's this?"

"Part of the unlisted product line," I replied. "Luz has apparently decided to give you a free sample."

"She gets excited sometimes," Darla interjected.

By then, Luz had Milo's cock in her hands; Milo's head rocked back as she rolled her lips over it. "Aaaahhhh..."

"Do you want some, Donnie?" Darla asked. "You've certainly earned it..."

"You helped, actually," Milo croaked. "Asking about the storefronts opened up new vistas for them. Aw shit! She's AMAZING!" He started playing with Luz's hair.

I pursed my lips. "She can take anything you can dish out," I told him, "She was trained in a very harsh school."

"So, how... ?" Then Milo held up a hand. "Don't tell me now -- I won't hear anything..."

Darla and I watched Luz work; I reflected that guys made the most amazing faces when they were enjoying themselves.

The cell phone we'd picked up for Darla rang in her purse. "Maid's Plus. Oh, hi. How did you find us?" She paused, listening. "Really? What about... ?" She paused again, obviously getting answers, followed by, "I can imagine ... So why... ?" Another pause, ending with, "That's probably an explosive subject." After another short pause, she turned to me, "Can we take on another employee?"

"Huh?" I thought about it. "I dunno."

"She's been through the interview and the performance test," Darla insisted, adding, "It's Evelyn."

"Her and Ted break up?" I asked.

"No," Darla replied, "I guess they went back and forth a bit, but Ted doesn't make a lot of money, and if he wants her to be loose, anyway..."

"She can earn her own allowance?" I guessed.

"Something like that." Darla grinned crookedly.

"Have her come up to the old place. We can talk to her there," I said, adding, "When?"

"We're busy right now," Darla told Evelyn. "Want to get together later? Or can we talk tomorrow?" Darla listened, nodded, and ended the call. "Tomorrow," she told me.

"Fine," I agreed. About that time, Milo, hunched over Luz's head, emitted a unmistakable grunt, clutching her head to his crotch. After a few seconds, he let go and Luz raised her head and grinned at him.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna love my new location," Milo muttered.

"Let's go out to dinner and discuss all this," I suggested.

I spilled my guts to Milo over some great barbeque at a restaurant he recommended; needless to say, he was amazed. "So, let me get this straight -- you OWN them?" Milo asked.

"Until they figure out otherwise," I agreed. Since they were sitting right there, it wasn't exactly a secret.

"Boss is good man -- work for him is good deal!" Luz insisted. "Why go somewhere else?"

"So you're a pimp," Milo mused, shaking his head.

"I run a cleaning business," I argued. "If the girls decide to offer additional services on a case-by-case basis, I don't get in their faces about it."

"Uh huh," Milo retorted, amused.

"Besides, it's all we're good for," Darla added.

"I doubt that," Milo disagreed.

"It's what we're trained for, and the only profession I've ever been any good at," Darla insisted.

"From what I can see, you're already prepared to take on a management position, Honey," Milo replied, smiling.

Darla shrugged. "I can probably be a madam."

"I'm sure of it," Milo agreed. Turning to me, he asked, "So how do you handle things?"

"We have a list of services," I replied. "That's the official list. I never work off anything else. I keep the books based on that list, and make sure the girls have all the proper employment stuff and benefits. They have the unofficial list and they work it by themselves. Right now, our network is people we know and friends and acquaintances of people we know, so we've been pretty safe. For Darla and Luz, I hold their under-the-table money for the expenses of their upcoming births -- but they spend it however they want. The other girls can do as they please with their 'extras' money -- I don't even expect to see it. The client pays to have their place cleaned, or maybe some catering or wait-staff time -- and that's what goes on the books."

"So I ask for Luz, here, to come in to clean my apartment..." Milo began.

"Right. Or your office, or whatever. You pay for that. If that's all you want, fine. If you want more, you negotiate it with Luz. Technically, she's independent at that point. That leaves me out of the loop for pimping -- I'm her employer or her business partner, but that's in the cleaning business, not the sex business. She can call me and ask me to pick her up from jail -- God forbid -- without being labeled a pimp."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'm hoping it will work -- at least until things change a bit," I sighed.

"Okay, I've got a lawyer for this thing," Milo explained. "Darla is a member of the LLC? Can she sign for stuff?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"And you don't own fifty percent, right?"

"Right."

"I'll have the lawyer hook up the loan to the LLC with Darla as signatory. We'll put some terms out there so you get your money back over, say ten years. The girls are gonna have to contribute to the business to match your twenty percent down on the second condo -- which will help pay for it and backfill on the loan for the first. Everything is covered; the girls make contributions to the LLC to cover their membership positions over time -- like, I dunno -- five years? It helps cover everything."

"So, what does this mean?" Darla asked.

"There are, what, three of you girls?" Milo asked.

"Right now."

"Okay. Don is putting twenty thousand into the business. To match that, you girls need to do the same. If you do it over five years, that's four thousand of your extras money a year. That should help launder the money, too. New members need to sign on for the same thing -- this keeps you equal partners, and it puts money in the kitty to replace the hundred thousand Don is kicking out for the first condo."

"What if I don't want to be equal?" Darla asked.

"To keep things legal, Don can't own more than forty-nine percent of the company," Milo explained. "You can duck under that, but you still need to see to it that Don gets his money back. You could do twenty percent apiece, which would still give the three of you sixty percent -- and the annual contribution would be less. That's ten thousand, which is only a couple of thousand a year -- but it makes the company only worth fifty thousand, and Don would have a hundred thousand loaned out."

"Well, there is gonna be another girl..." Darla pointed out. "I don't really want to be 'equal' -- and it isn't about the money. I want Donnie to be in charge."

"Well, he owns you, right? So he has your proxy?" Milo mused. "Another girl -- so, four of you. I'd keep it at twenty percent apiece, which at a hundred thousand is still twenty apiece over five years. Is four thousand gonna hurt you girls, you figure?"

"That's a really hot week, probably," Darla mused. "Right now we can't keep up that pace, but after the kids are born..."

"Okay, so no problem, then?" Milo asked.

"No, no problem," Darla replied. "Luz?"

"Whatever Boss wants," Luz replied.

"Okay, then," Milo insisted. "I'll have the lawyer draw up a membership agreement for the LLC for you to have on file for the Feds or whatever." He sat back, eyeing Luz, "I don't suppose..."

Luz looked at me, wrinkled her nose, and grinned. I asked Milo, "So you need a little cleaning done?"

"Yeah, a little..."

"Well, you've been very helpful," I noted. "We could take it out in trade..."

"No, no, I'll pay a couple of hours at the going rate," Milo insisted.

"It's twenty-five an hour -- unless Luz gets a look and says it's worse." I'd never been to Milo's house. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Not lately," Milo related, sadly. "We split up."

"Too bad." Milo could be a player, I knew; he'd probably gotten caught with his hand on the wrong ass one time too many. I turned to my Filipino girl, "Luz?"

"You have cleaning stuff?"

"Yah, sure." Milo's tone said there wouldn't be much cleaning.

"Boss bills for two hours. We talk about it if you need more."

"Works for me!" Milo agreed. He fished out a fifty. "I'll bring her home when she's done."

"You do that," I grinned.

Darla and I spent a second night alone; Milo didn't bring Luz home until I was getting ready for work. I gathered from Luz that she gave him one freebie and charged him for one -- and didn't clean at all. "House was mess, Boss -- gonna have to go back and clean."

"He'll be back," I chuckled, and headed off to work.

He was, too, that evening -- which was just as well. Cheryl got in and I read her the new deal -- and it wasn't all hearts and flowers. "I don't want to be a partner!" Cheryl howled, "I NEED that money! I've got two little girls!"

"Hey, hey, easy, easy!" Milo jumped in. "Look, Don has to pay you something or the business doesn't look legit. On the other hand, there is overhead and your benefits and so on and so forth -- so you're billing for twenty-five to thirty-seven fifty and getting ten to fifteen. You need to be able to show money earned above the table, too, because you can't stick the money you earn UNDER it in a bank account. That means you're gonna have cash around, and that could make you a target. Contributing to the business gives you a reason to have money from profit-sharing and such -- and Don can kick it out in irregular chunks instead of a steady salary, which makes it harder to track where it's all coming from. As an employee, you'd have to claim part of your tips, too, for taxes -- and if that amount got ridiculous..." Milo shrugged. "There's some back and forth, here -- and some of it is for your protection."

"Yeah, yeah ... Who is this guy?" Cheryl wasn't happy.

"I hired him to make sure the business got off on the right foot," I lied.

Cheryl grimaced. Then she cocked her head, "If I'm a partner, I can't get laid off, right?"

"Right," Milo nodded. "Bought out, maybe, but not laid off."

"All right." She still wasn't happy, but she got it. "When does this start?"

"Tonight." Milo had the partnership agreements with him, along with the draft promissory note. I'd contacted my IRA custodian and faxed everything they needed to go forward; we were going to close on Thursday afternoon at the lawyer's office. He put one in front of Cheryl and she signed it; as it turned out, Milo was also a notary -- something I hadn't been aware of. Cheryl headed off to Mike's for a solo visit; the idea of another card party was being batted about, but hadn't gelled yet. "Now you're gonna have to hire me," Milo muttered.

"What's it gonna cost me?" I asked.

"I'll let you know, but regular pussy is gonna keep the costs down. How is Darla?"

"I like her," I replied blandly.

Evelyn came by about eight; Darla picked her up at the security desk and brought her up. "Don?" She was more than a little surprised to see me as we settled into seats in the living room.

"Donnie is the boss man," Darla explained. "We don't tell people that and we're careful to keep him legit, but he takes care of Luz and me, in particular. He's ... not really a pimp -- he's more of a business partner, from where you sit."

"I don't understand," Evelyn muttered.

"Okay, from the top..." Darla explained the whole setup -- the business, the benefits, the exposures -- everything. She proved in the process that she had Milo's complicated description of the partnership thing down pat.

"Sounds pretty neat," Evelyn mused, when the presentation was over. "So I can be an employee or a partner?"

"That's the gist of it," I interjected. "Let's talk about your end. What brings you here?"

Evelyn pursed her lips. "Teddy went a little far the other night -- but I'd been acting kind of stupid. I thought he wanted me to clean up my act -- but I went too far and got all prudish -- and the fact was, he really didn't care if I let it all hang out every once in a while. We had a couple of pretty good fights over the weekend, but we were both fucked up and things have settled out."

I shrugged. "Okay, but letting it all hang out and hooking are two different things..."

Evelyn gazed at the floor. "Teddy doesn't have a good job -- we're barely making it. He's good at cards, so he goes to Mike's parties -- but it's hit and miss and sometimes he loses. The party really helped..."

"Yeah, okay, but he's got to put up with it, you know?" I pointed out. "That can't be easy."

"He doesn't think it's going to be a problem," Evelyn related. "He won't go to Mike's parties, or anywhere else that I'll be working, so he won't see it and he won't have guys, you know, making comments, so he figures it will be all right."

I pursed my lips. "What do YOU figure?"

"I don't know. If we make some money and are more comfortable and he's happy..."

"What about you?"

"It's exciting. I enjoyed it the other night," Evelyn looked up. "I've always been a party girl."

"It can get old, but this kind of thing is better than street corners," Darla interjected. "I had fun the other night myself -- but part of it was you..." she told Evelyn.

"What if Ted freaks?" I asked.

Evelyn shrugged. "I'll have to stop, I guess. If he's getting his and we're doing kinky stuff occasionally, he'll probably be fine." She hesitated, then added, "Still, it might be smarter if I was an employee. That way I can back out if I have to. I can buy in later, right?"

"Yeah, I guess," I agreed. I looked at Milo and the girls; Darla shrugged and nodded. "Okay, we'll hook you up as an employee."

So we did, Milo officiating. When Evelyn went off, happy, I told Milo, "You need to buy in and be head of HR."

"Don't tempt me," Milo replied, "I LOVE the benefit package!" He ogled Darla and she played up, bending over so he could see her cleavage. "I'd want to take it all out in trade!"

"I bet THAT can be arranged!" I chuckled.

"No shit?" Milo thought about it. "Okay, look -- I'm gonna hold up our landlord for about six grand on this transaction -- that's more or less standard. I'll pitch it into the treasury and you put me on for five percent. I'll handle the paperwork crap during my off hours and you guys shoot me a piece every few days and I'll cover it with ledger entries saying you paid me and I bought services. What do you say?"

"Girls?" I shifted my attention to Darla and Luz.

"He fucks pretty good," Luz shrugged.

"Okay," Darla agreed.

"Done." I shook Milo's hand. "Welcome to the family."

"Great! Can I fuck your other daughter?" Milo asked, grinning.

"Sure, Honey," Darla agreed. "I think we're done for the evening, aren't we, Donnie? Why don't you show me your apartment, Milo?" They were out the door in no time.

"You get me, Boss," Luz announced, cocking her head. "That okay?"

"That's always okay."

Luz grinned her toothy grin. "Good. Come on, Boss -- let Mama Luz take care of you."



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Chapter 8


Luz took real good care of me, feeding me and then making sure my balls didn't take a night off to recover. She was an energetic fuck, as opposed to Darla, who was more slow and romantic. She sucked me until I could drive nails with my cock, then bounded on it like a pogo stick, making happy noises until I hosed her insides down with it. Afterwards, she draped herself on my chest and fiddled with the fuzz there. "Boss, you gonna make babies with Luz?" she asked, looking up at me after a couple of minutes.

I was caught flat-footed. "Uuuhhh..."

"You make babies with Darla, then?"

"I hadn't really thought about it either way," I stammered. "I mean, there will BE kids ... You have one and Darla has one..."

"They not yours."

"They have to be someone's," I noted. "Unless one of you gets excited about another guy, I'll be the next thing they have to a daddy."

Luz hugged herself to me. "You're a good man, Boss." She went to sleep before I did, having pretty much freaked me out with her questions.

In the morning, Luz begged me to poke her with my morning wood; I started out numb, but gradually things got good as I smashed myself repeatedly against her brown butt-cheeks. I didn't exactly let go a gusher, but the sensations that went with it were more than worth the effort. Luz, smiling hugely, waddled off to make my breakfast, leaving me wondering if she was afraid that Darla had stolen my heart in her absence.

I didn't see Darla until three p.m. in the lawyer's office; I don't know whether Milo kept her that long or dropped her off and picked her up. Thinking about it, it was probably the latter; she was wearing different clothing. We worked our way through the promissory note, Darla signing for the company, then half an hour later, we used the money to buy the condos. Last, but not least, we dragged our tails down to the mall and signed the storefront leases, Milo picking up the one next to ours as promised. Then we went and picked up Luz and Cheryl and Evelyn -- and Ted -- and went out to celebrate the new home of Maids Plus. Cheryl brought the girls along, so we kept it clean. Milo drooled after Evelyn -- deliberately, in an effort to set off Ted, I think -- but went home alone, after.

We weren't a moment too soon locating a new place to live; the security guard met us as we came in from our little party with and envelope from the landlord, who had decided that me putting up two pregnant women in my apartment somehow violated one of the terms of the lease. What term, specifically, wasn't mentioned -- probably because he couldn't put his finger on it -- but he wanted us out. Fine. "Tommy, give me a sheet of paper, will you?" I asked the guard. I sat down right there and wrote out a note, words to the effect that pursuant to his letter, I was giving my notice -- and would expect my deposit and last month's rent when I'd moved out. I had Tommy photocopy it twice and kept one and asked Tommy to see to delivery of one; I would mail the other from work. Then I took my girls and went upstairs to bed. I was a little lit from the party, so we just went to sleep.

Friday morning I called Milo and related the incident; he said we should take the landlord to court and screw him for acting discriminatory, but I blew it off, preferring to wait and see what he did over my deposit. Milo knew people; he got things moving and set up movers for Saturday during the day. The developer had gotten the new door in the hallway placed and the lockset doors off the condos, but not much more than that; we decided that we would concentrate our things in condo A as much as possible, only asking for the pass-through doorway on the third floor to be put in ASAP.

I was a little worried; we'd had some serious cash outlays and the girls weren't particularly busy. But Mike sidled up around noon and said, "Hey, I know it's late, but can we do it again tonight?" I called Darla, who related that she had three jobs scheduled for Saturday, but nothing Friday and all four girls were available, if I would watch Cheryl's kids. I groused that I wanted to play cards and Darla called Cheryl and she got a neighbor's fourteen-year-old to babysit. "She said she'd better make money!" Darla related on the callback.

"She will," I promised. I went back to Mike. "Same four?"

Mike blinked. "All four?"

"Yeah, Evelyn started officially a couple of days ago. Seems she and Ted need money," I related.

"Ted ain't playing," Mike mused.

"Probably not," I agreed.

"Still, it's a draw. Yeah, all of 'em, for sure -- ESPECIALLY Evelyn!"

"You got it." I relayed to Darla, who promised to marshal the troops.

"Donnie? It might be smart to change up the wardrobe a little..." Darla murmured.

I rolled my eyes -- which she couldn't see on the phone, of course. "Use the company card. Don't go wild -- we need to turn a profit."

Darla did as she was told; the girls turned up in an elaboration on the previous week's outfit, not a new one. They got stockings and garters and little collars.

Mike passed the word that Evelyn was going to be there and we ended up with ten guys; something about sticking their dicks in another man's wife had them going. The party didn't have the tension to it the one the previous week did, but it was looser and there were more guys and more of them wanted to do more and they were altogether less inhibited than they were with Ted present. A couple of them wanted pictures of themselves doing Evelyn different ways, and pictures of Evelyn and Ted to prove that she was married; I started out horrified, but Evelyn was game, fishing out a wedding picture that Mike was able to scan and copy. She charged fifty bucks extra for the mementos, beyond the rate for whatever sex the client wanted -- and made a bundle!

It was a big night all around; the business officially made six hundred and the girls averaged four hundred fifty apiece beyond that, not including the additional two-fifty that Evelyn made. Cheryl didn't whine a bit over the situation, her primary comment being, "I wish I had an old man to cuckold..." Evelyn let me carry the sixty bucks she would have made on the books as paid salary, having made ten times that, and went home happy.

We all relaxed over a glass of wine at the old apartment, this probably being the last night we would live there, and Cheryl mused after a bit, "So you guys are all going to live in the new place?"

"Yeah..." Darla eyed her.

"I'm a partner, right?"

"Yeah..." Clearly, Darla saw it coming; I know I did...

"So why can't I live there? It would save me rent money. Besides..."

"You have two little girls!" I finished for her. Everybody laughed.

"They love you -- you know that?" Cheryl asked me.

"I'm everybody's huggy bear," I rumbled, pretending to be put upon by the whole thing.

"Cheryl, Donnie OWNS us. He doesn't OWN you!" Darla objected.

"Honey, he can't OWN you; he knows that, even if YOU don't," Cheryl argued. "Besides, what does that mean, exactly? What is the difference? What is the benefit to Don? What is the benefit to you?"

"Whatever Boss wants, Boss gets," Luz declared. "This money stuff? Boss owns. Boss owns us, Boss owns money. Boss owns ME! Boss wants a fuck, Boss gets a fuck -- no headaches, no bullshit. Boss gets a fuck."

Cheryl cocked her head. "What do YOU get, Luz?"

"I get Boss. Boss good man. Boss better man than my papa, better man than my husband, better than Roscoe, LOTS better than Armenian!"

"Okay, I get that," Cheryl nodded. She eyed Darla, "You feel the same way?"

"More or less. We'd be dead if it weren't for Donnie. Our previous owner was gonna have us killed for not making enough money on street corners. Donnie is, well, better than we deserve."

"So, if I were to move in..." Cheryl began.

"You do what Boss says!" Luz erupted. "You do Boss, you do FOR Boss -- you be Boss' woman, like we are! Maybe Boss not OWN you, but you not better than us!"

Cheryl recoiled a bit under Luz's vehemence. "Don?"

"I'm gonna let them run this," I announced. "It will help keep peace in the family if the three of you are on the same sheet of music."

"Okay..." Cheryl sat for a moment, eyeing Darla, who just shrugged and waved at Luz. She pursed her lips. "This isn't bad. You're a jewel, Donnie, and sex is CERTAINLY not a problem. The girls love you to death already..." She drew a breath, "I'm in."

"Let's go to bed," Luz announced. "Boss didn't get any at party. You give up some ass to Boss -- he likes ass..." She eyed Cheryl sidelong, "And you don't." Luz proceeded to direct a deliberate breaking-in of Cheryl; it wasn't enough that she get butt-fucked -- she had to stop periodically and suck my dick. I let the girls run things, and Cheryl knew it; this was her initiation. If she wanted to be in the family, she needed to earn it -- and she understood that perfectly; she didn't let out a peep when I worked at either end. I got two nuts off Cheryl before I crashed in a bed that wasn't big enough for the four of us; I went to sleep to Darla's quiet moans as she made Cheryl practice her cunnilingus. I tried to watch, but my eyes wouldn't stay open and Luz was caressing me all over...

Saturday, the movers arrived WAY too early! The numbers were rolling up, too -- Darla had two day calls and Luz had two; Cheryl went home to start collecting HER shit to move, promising to be at the new place by late afternoon. I was head down getting my electronics moved for what seemed to be the second time in a week -- but got a pleasant surprise in that the new place was wired for Ethernet. Milo, efficient motherfucker that he was, had the cable guy there, too, so I was back online by mid-afternoon. The girls were easy to move -- a couple of suitcases and some basically empty baby furniture. I had some junk, but guys don't collect solo what they collect with a woman to assist, so it wasn't awful. I found some shit I'd lost track of along the way. When Cheryl and the girls arrived around five, I was wasted -- but Donna and Faye did the usual thing, cuddling up to me on the couch and watching TV without much in the way of noise and bustle; they just seemed to draw something from me that they couldn't do without. I vegged out on the couch, not even noticing when Milo redirected the movers to Cheryl's when they were done with my shit. Evelyn came in around five-thirty and I sat on the couch with a cell phone moving her and Luz and Darla from appointment to appointment. Luz came home at seven-thirty, but she wouldn't be home long enough to cook, so I ordered pizza. Evelyn checked in about ten, looking dog-tired. "I actually had to clean -- but the guy went around the world..."

"Oh, well," I chuckled, "This IS a cleaning company."

"Uh huh." Evelyn eyed me. "I clean a lot more scrotums than apartments."

"And you like it that way," I noted.

"Yeah." Evelyn eyed Faye, who was asleep with her head on my lap. "You're a natural dad."

"They just need one so bad that anything will do," I replied.

"Nah, I don't think so."

"Me either," Cheryl announced herself. "Don? I'm gonna take Milo upstairs; I owe him for having the movers grab my stuff on no notice."

I looked up to see Milo standing next to her, grinning. Cheryl was actually taller than Milo -- probably bigger in every direction, actually. "Oh? I missed that. You're in, then?"

"My stuff is scattered all over the back," Cheryl replied. "I'll be days getting organized, but, yeah. The girls' beds are set up, too."

"Well, by all means..." I waved her off, then returned my attention to Evelyn. "So how did Ted take things? Did you tell him about the whole cuckold thing?"

"Yeah..." Evelyn nodded, her eyes dark. "I think he got off on it. He wanted to fuck like crazy, but I was wasted, so he gave me a bath and basically treated me like a queen for a couple of hours until I felt like giving him some." She looked bothered. "I think he liked THAT, too."

"You hear about stuff like that," I mused.

"Don? What if ... What if it's a, well, revenue stream?"

I blinked. "Sorry?"

"The guys loved that crap -- putting horns on Teddy. Teddy seemed to like it, too. Last week, well, he got off on that, too. What if -- I dunno -- we offered it as a product? A specialty thing? The john gets to do me with Teddy watching..."

"Wow! that's something you REALLY need to go into with Ted, Honey!" I erupted.

"I think he's the type ... I think that's why we got together in the first place," Evelyn mused.

"You need to talk to Darla and Luz -- they're the experts -- but it's probably a very profitable product line. Of course, it will probably get out of hand -- there will be comments made and such..."

Evelyn nodded, her lips pursed. "If he's REALLY into it, that won't matter, will it?"

"I guess not." I thought about it. "How would you approach it?"

"I'll ask some questions," Evelyn replied. "I'll try to draw him out. But as a test, we'll try to get him to go to Mike's next card party..."

"This is a slippery slope, Hon," I pointed out. "You could end up a single mom -- quick!"

"Everyone else is," Evelyn replied, shrugging. "Teddy, well, I love him, but he's ... weak. He likes to be led, sometimes. He surprised me at that party, but he was looking for something -- and I think he got it. You didn't hear him screaming and yelling, you know?"

All I could do was agree.

Evelyn sat for a bit, then added, "Teddy's job kind of reflects where he is -- it sucks and there is no potential for advancement and the salary is poor. I could end up the primary breadwinner at our house."

"What do you think that means?" I asked.

Evelyn grimaced. "Like I said, Teddy is weak. I've tried to let him be the boss -- maybe even pushed him to BE the boss. This whole thing may have been as much about that as anything else. He kind of pushed me into saying I was going to do this and he couldn't stop me -- and he didn't try."

"Maybe you're reading too much into this," I mused. "I hear you saying that there is going to be a role reversal. I think it's too early to say that -- but I don't know it all."

"Maybe you should talk to him..."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Feel him out, you know? You don't have to go deep into things, but he might say something to you that he wouldn't to me..." Evelyn scratched her bulging belly.

"Well, I can do that, at least. We need to know if there is an explosion coming," I replied.

"Don, when I bring home tonight's take, I doubt there is gonna be any explosion," Evelyn replied, eyeing me.

"Yeah, well, the money is nice, but these things tend to grow on you. THEN they explode," I insisted.

Evelyn cocked her head. "What about you, Don? Are you going to explode?"

"Uuuhhh ... Look, I don't have what is supposed to be an exclusive relationship with any of you girls," I noted. "That changes things. Luz and Darla seem to think this is all they can do; I disagree, but for the near term, if they are okay with plying their trade, it is a source of fast money, and neither of them has much time before they're sidelined for a while by motherhood. Cheryl has made the call that she wants to do this -- and I get certain benefits from it, but, again, I'm not her husband."

Evelyn got this look on her face. "What about me, Don? Do you get 'certain benefits' from me?"

I frowned. "Well, I have, I guess, once or twice -- but I needn't. The others all live under my roof; in order to keep peace in the harem, I more or less let them work it all out, and Darla and Luz insisted that Cheryl shouldn't be any different than they are, and Cheryl agreed. You, on the other hand, do NOT live under my roof. I can certainly leave you alone if that is your preference."

"What if I WANT you to have 'certain benefits'?" Evelyn asked, hot-eyed. "What if I think it's a good idea?"

"It IS good idea!" I looked up and Luz was standing there. Luz eyed Donna, who was leaning against me sleepily, and Faye, who was already gone, and made an effort to keep her language clean. "You work here. Boss is boss. You do Boss. You do Milo. Your old man -- he lets you do this, so he gets no say!" Luz rounded on me. "Boss, you ARE Boss -- you don't fuck ... awww!" She eyed Donna, who didn't notice. "You don't fuck around with this one -- you tell her when and you tell her how and maybe you spank her if she argues. She is employee and getting done is part of job. Making sure she stays good at it is YOUR job!" She circled the couch and bent down. "Give me kid." I held up Faye for her to collect and she did so, then stalked off.

"Luz can be very forceful in her opinions," I noted.

Evelyn grinned crookedly. "She's generally right, I think. She's been doing this for a while."

"Not that long, I think -- but she was trained in a very harsh school," I replied. "Maybe that's why she's so clear on things."

Evelyn nodded; I figured the audience was over, but she didn't seem inclined to leave. After a freighted silence, I ventured, "I'm going to assume she's right."

"Okay." Evelyn didn't move. I had a kid leaning against me, so tonight wasn't the night...

 ... Until Luz came back and collected her, grunting as she lifted the five-year old. She couldn't pick Donna up -- she was too small and too heavily burdened by her own child -- but Donna followed meekly when placed upon her feet. Luz turned to Evelyn and snapped her fingers, pointing at my crotch. "You suck. I come back and we talk!"

It seemed to be what Evelyn was waiting for; she got out of the chair and waddled on her knees to a position before me and went to work on my fly. By the time Luz got back, she was deep-throating my length at full staff. "You suck Boss and you fuck Boss and you give Boss ass!" Luz directed upon her return. "Boss want you fuck five guys, you fuck five guys! Your old man..." she waved dismissively. "He like money more than have you stay home." She eyed Evelyn. "You know he fuck me twice week before, right?"

Evelyn popped her lips off my cock. "No, I didn't -- but I don't blame him." She went back to sucking.

"Your old man..." Luz wrinkled her nose. "Something not right."

"Evelyn thinks he likes seeing her with other guys," I puffed. Evelyn gave good head.

Luz grunted. "Maybe."

"She thinks it may go as far as active cuckolding."

Luz thought about it. "Maybe so. That night..."

"What if he is?" I asked. "What if Evelyn offered it as an option?"

"Big money," Luz noted. "Big, big money. Worse he is, bigger money gets. Two-fifty, three hundred absolute minimum. Her old man gets really wimpy and takes a lot of shit, maybe five, six hundred. He plays too, mebbe a thousand." She eyed Evelyn, "Your old man suck dick?"

"Not that I know of." Evelyn again popped off just long enough to clear her throat and answer.

"BIG money if john does him," Luz opined. "What about if he suck out creampie? Also big money." Evelyn just shrugged.

"I think we might have to bring him along slowly," I gasped. "If he's really inclined to such things."

"Yah." Luz nodded. "You need to be partner. Maybe we hire your old man as employee if he play."

I admit it; something about Luz's scenario got me off. I hunched over Evelyn's head and pumped a load of juice into her mouth. Luz was right there... "You don't swallow john's jizz, but you swallow Boss'. Maybe you swallow Milo's."

Evelyn showed me my cum and proceeded to swallow it down without argument. After a minute, she looked up, "Maybe I want to be a partner."

"You fuck Boss anyway," Luz insisted.

"Of course," Evelyn shrugged. "He's the boss."

That seemed to be the end of it.

Sunday, the popular football party from the previous week split into two separate parties; I sent out two separate teams. I almost blew it and sent Darla and Luz together and Cheryl and Evelyn together, but Darla sidled up to me and reminded me who was experienced and who wasn't, so I sent Luz out with Evelyn and Darla with Cheryl. The home team blew it big time in the last minute, which turned out to be very lucrative for all four of the girls as big bets on the home team required payoff. Meanwhile, I had two little girls with me on the couch while I watched that same, ugly game ... They were cute and everything, but at some point we were going to have to import a babysitter. I felt inhibited against things like drinking beer, for instance, while responsible for two little girls. I got a little rambunctious while cheering -- and the girls loved it, hopping around and cheering without any real idea what was going on. It was the most animation I'd seen from either of them, so I indulged it and we went wild -- until the home team screwed the pooch. Ah, well ... I was roaring around the room with Donna on my back, carrying Faye upside down when Cheryl and Darla came through the door; they were both highly amused at my antics. Cheryl took charge of her girls and I went back to TV after getting Darla's report; the girls turned about three-fifty apiece beyond the one-twenty each for the basic service. "We need cheerleader's uniforms," Darla summed up.

"Nothing that reflects a particular team, though," I countered.

"Probably not," she agreed. "We don't want to get associated with any team that the johns aren't interested in."



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Chapter 9


A couple of minutes later, Jorge, the security guard, called. "Mr, K? I've got a Ted here -- he says he's here to get Evelyn."

"Hold him there," I directed. "Evelyn isn't back yet -- she went across town. I'll talk to him in my office."

My office wasn't much at this point -- just a desk and a couple of chairs in the back of the store. Ted waved a finger, recognizing me, "You!"

"Yeah, me," I agreed. "Let's talk in my office." I led him up the back hallway behind the stores to our new place and opened up, then led him to my putative office. "Have a seat," I offered, waving him into a chair. "So what do you think of this deal?"

"Lots of money," Ted replied, shrugging.

"A lot of guys wouldn't be interested in seeing their wives make a lot of money in this particular manner," I pointed out. "Does it bother you?"

"Well, it does and it doesn't," Ted replied carefully.

"How so?"

"When I met Evvie, she was a party girl -- it's what attracted me to her. But she got the idea that once we were married, she needed to stay home and be the good wife -- we've been through this before. She went overboard, probably because it was hard to do. I blame myself for that. I never made it clear that I wanted her to feel free to get whatever she needed, you know?" Ted looked very earnest.

"That's pretty open," I noted. "Most guys..."

"I guess I'm not most guys," Ted replied. "Evvie isn't most girls, either. I figured we would be swinging, you know?"

"What do you get out of that?" I asked.

"Eh, she's fun to watch, when she gets going..."

I put on my best poker face. "So, at that party, you were okay with what went down?"

"Evvie needed to cut loose. I might have liked to get in on it, you know? But I didn't feel like I deserved it. I clipped her wings," Ted replied. "Look, I'm not Superman, and Evvie needs more when she gets going. I think she zipped it up because it was easier on her than not getting enough."

"Well, hooking isn't swinging," I pointed out.

"Yeah, you pay for swinging and get paid for hooking," he agreed. "I'm hoping that because they're johns I won't have to worry too much." He sat looking at me for a minute before asking anxiously, "Have you fucked her since that night?"

I don't know what possessed me; I could have just said, "No" -- but instead, I said, "Not yet." Ted cringed a bit, but he nodded. He seemed to think about saying two or three things -- but he didn't. After a minute, emboldened, I asked, "So are you going back to any of Mike's card parties?"

"Evvie doesn't think it's a good idea," he replied.

"What if she changes her mind?"

"I might. I like cards."

"What about watching Evvie take it?"

"Yeah. That, too," he admitted.

"What do you think of the whole picture thing?" I asked.

He shrugged. "She was getting even. I deserved it. Besides, it brought in the money, didn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it did," I agreed.

About that time, Luz stuck her head in the door, "Boss?" I waved her in; Evelyn followed. Both of them came and pecked me on the cheek.

I turned to Ted. "If you'll excuse us for a moment..."

"Oh, sure..." Ted got up and left.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Great, Boss -- a good day!" Luz grinned from ear to ear and emptied her purse on my desk. I waved her off and she waddled out, but managed to make it sexy. Meanwhile, I shoved her money in a lockbox. Luz didn't care what I did with it, but I did...

"Did Luz ride you?" I asked Evelyn.

"No, she's a big help," Evelyn replied. "I know where I stand with Luz -- she's real clear about it. I like that." She flicked her eyes at the doorway. "You had a talk?"

"Yeah. I don't get him, you understand, but I think it's there. I think he'll do the minimums, at least." I shook my head in amazement. "I damned sure wouldn't, but everything he said indicates that he's got a thing for being made to wear horns."

"I'm going to brace him about Mike's next party, then," Evelyn announced.

"This is on you, Hon -- I'm not asking you to do it."

"I know." Evelyn fished two hundred dollars out of her purse. "This is toward my first year's partnership contribution. I'll ask Milo to give me a form."

"Okay, Hon," I said, salting it away. "I didn't ask for THAT, either, but I'm good with it if you are." I paused before getting up. "He asked if I'd fucked you again."

"What did you tell him?"

"Not yet."

Evelyn grinned. "I knew there was a real man in there. You smell it, don't you? I bet he'd like to watch..."

"Hey! I like to think I'm a nice guy!" I protested.

"And you are, Baby," Evelyn replied, patting my cheek. "But you are still a man and you know when you're on top -- and you know when someone else isn't, and doesn't want to be. You gave him what he wanted." We went through the door and up the hallway to where Ted waited at the security station -- and Evelyn stopped and deliberately gave me a more than chaste kiss in plain sight. I was embarrassed and Ted was, too -- but he didn't say shit; he just followed her out the door.

Monday, Darla got serious about getting commercial cleaning supplies -- the good stuff, wholesale. She got one of those vacuum cleaners you carry on your back -- but for now, Cheryl was the only one who was going to be able to use it. Our word of mouth network was growing; we had regulars, and we had, "You know So-and-so? Well, I'm a friend of his..." I figured if the girls went out once on a Monday, we were doing good; Luz did a daytime gig that was mostly cleaning, and Cheryl did our first couple -- and older pair looking for some spice. She got great reviews from both sides of the aisle, and it translated to more couples and girl-girl business -- we had three such appointments by the end of the week. Darla worked out a maid fantasy; it had all the elements -- real cleaning, the husband fucking the maid and getting caught and the wife getting a little revenge lick. And at three-fifty a pop plus the base cleaning rate, it was a winner. Pregnancy was big with couples, too -- especially those without kids. They would 'ooh' and 'aah' over Darla or Luz or Evelyn's big belly; it made for gentle sex, too, which could be a serious change of pace for the girls, from what I could see.

Wednesday, I got a call from Mike. "Ted's gonna play cards Friday -- and we're all gonna fuck Evelyn anyway." I was unsurprised, therefore, when Evelyn announced it later in the day. The girls went out to costume stores during the day, trying to get good stuff cheap -- and succeeded, in general.

I braced Cheryl with, "We need a babysitter. I can't put the four of you out and play with little girls the rest of the night."

"But you do it so well!" Cheryl grinned. I was 'Daddy' now, like it or not -- and I liked it. "What about an au pair?"

"You mean like a live-in?" I mused. "We're out of bedrooms."

"Oh, come on! None of us use ours!" Cheryl was right; I'd put two queens side-by-side in the master suite -- and generally slept stuck in the crack, trapped between two bulging bellies. Cheryl was there, too, more often than not; I was amazed at the level of domestic tranquility. Luz generally cooked and Darla generally did the laundry, and Cheryl tended to her kids and generally picked up; I stayed out of it and they managed to rotate things often enough that no one was climbing the walls without my ham-handed interference. And there was ALWAYS a mouth or a pussy or an ass being offered at bedtime... "We've been talking about making the main room in the back a kind of shared dressing room; we can stick a bed in there to take one or two of us when necessary -- and the au pair can have the back bedroom the kids aren't in." The nursery was already in the other front bedroom, an acknowledgement of the fact that Darla and Luz DID sleep with me all the time...

"If you're gonna do something like that, put the nursery in the other back bedroom and the au pair in the front; the back rooms are quieter," I suggested. "Where are we gonna get one of those, anyway? And remember, we're doing a lot of strange shit and some of it isn't strictly legal..."

Cheryl nodded. "I know a girl -- she's eighteen, and her folks want her out because they can't get welfare for her anymore and she's a drag on the family budget. Her mama is Puerto Rican and her daddy is Black. She watches the girls regularly when I can afford to pay her -- I trust her. She'd be happy to have a place and kids to play with and three meals on the table. I think she's been sleeping with one of her sisters forever and wouldn't know what to do with a bed all to herself..."

"And hooking? What does she think of that?" I asked.

"She knows I'm doing it and I think she's fascinated -- she's not getting any attention from boys and she's amazed that guys will actually PAY for the stuff." Cheryl stopped and grinned. "In an emergency, you could probably put her on staff." I just grunted. "In any case," she continued, "she's seen it before -- it goes on in at least three apartments in our building, especially at the end of the month when the women start coming up short for rent money. Payday weekends, some places around my old apartment have revolving doors."

"Did you run this past Darla and Luz?" I asked.

"No, but I will."

"See what they think. If they like it, you can pitch it to the girl and the three of you can interview. If she passes THAT, I'll look at her."

"No problem, Boss." Cheryl pecked me on the cheek and swayed out.

I got my look when I got home Thursday evening. I could see how high school boys wouldn't be interested; Carmen was plush, not QUITE fat, with heavy breasts that obviously sagged some, a substantial ass and a puffy belly -- and she was a little bit hog-hosed. On the plus side, she was curvy and soft-looking and had dimples and nice teeth -- and a couple of freckles dusting the bridge of her nose. School boys might turn up their noses, but to me she was hot; I have learned over time to appreciate a girl with a little meat on her bones. Cheryl watched me with glinting eyes, and Luz smirked; only Darla kept a straight face. I got control of myself and asked, "So, have you done a lot of babies? There's going to be a population explosion around here..."

"Uh huh. All the time," Carmen replied, nodding earnestly.

I eyed her. "You passed inspection by the girls, or you wouldn't be here. You'll learn that I generally delegate things that are better handled by those involved. You realize that this isn't a big money gig, right? You won't be making twenty bucks and hour, you'll be living here and eating here and getting some small amount of money to blow at the end of the week."

"Uh huh." Another earnest nod.

"If things don't work out, I expect you to keep our business to yourself, not put it out on the street. I'll be pissed if you do," I warned, just as if the threat had teeth. Darla, in the background, bit her cheek.

"I understand," Carmen nodded some more.

I was having trouble keeping my eyeballs out of her gently jiggling cleavage, so I looked away. "I don't know what the girls offered you specifically, but I trust them. Who made the offer?"

"Darla."

"Who explained your duties?"

"Luz and Cheryl."

"Is it all pretty clear?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"I don't do child-rearing, aside from being used as an animated jungle gym by the girls. If you have questions or concerns, start with Cheryl and work your way up. If you need to jump the chain and come to me, I'm going to assume it has something to do with one of the women, not a kid."

"Yes, Sir."

"When do you start?"

"As soon as I can get my stuff, Sir."

Cheryl came forward, "I'm handling that."

I shrugged. "Okay. Is there a contract?"

"Milo is writing something up."

"Good old Milo. Who pays this week?"

"I do." Darla smiled gently.

I shrugged, washing my hands of it. "I guess we're done, then." I got out of there before I did something stupid, going downstairs to the office to pound the books. Faye caught me at the door and rode downstairs on my hip, then sat on my desk playing with the fingers of my left hand while I input sales data with my right. Cheryl and Carmen came down to get her after an hour or so; apparently, Carmen was moved in at that point.

Friday night we all left Carmen in charge of the kids and went out to Mike's card party. Ted was there; Mike cornered me and said, "We're gonna be hip deep after last week -- I'm gonna want to run two tables. I also got a camera..." He flicked his eyes at Ted. "Is this gonna fly?"

"Did it fly two weeks ago?" I replied. "I was dubious, but, yeah, I think it will. I think he'll play up some, even."

"Everybody is gonna want a piece," Mike mused.

"Evelyn is holding the price list," I told him. "I am supporting this thing, but not pushing it. If Ted freaks or whatever, I didn't make either of them do it. If I was her, I would negotiate over every little thing -- and milk the shit out of it."

Mike nodded. "Yeah, makes sense. You don't do somebody's old lady right in front of his face every day."

Cards weren't the top priority; you could feel it in the room. Mike made a point of cornering Evelyn for a quiet conversation in plain sight of Ted, after which Evelyn came over to where Ted and I were sitting together and said quietly, "Honey? You know some of the guys will be having sex, with me, obviously..."

"Yeah..." Ted eyed her sidelong.

"You remember how popular I told you the whole picture thing was last week..." Evelyn said delicately. "We made a lot of money on that deal..."

"Uh huh..."

"Well, I've been approached ... Since you're here, some of the guys might like to, you know, get a picture with you in it."

"Uh, wow, that's pretty out there," Ted mused.

"Yeah," Evelyn agreed. "There would probably be a sliding scale, you know? Depending upon how much, um, participation the guy wants. This is obviously worth more than an old wedding picture..."

"Well, yeah, I see that..." Ted appeared to be thinking about it seriously. I was close enough to the conversation that I could feel undertones; Ted was projecting reluctance -- but it was because he felt that he was supposed to, not because he felt any. I sensed excitement. "It would need to be worth it. The embarrassment..."

"You don't really know most of these guys, do you?" Evelyn asked innocently.

"Um, no, I guess not..." Ted's eyes swept the crowd. Many of them, sensing the subject of the conversation, were looking back. "Still, if word gets out..."

"We'll take that into account as we go, Honey. We'll make sure that it's worth it," Evelyn promised insincerely.

"As long as things don't get too wild..." Ted mused. "I'd want a veto, you know?"

"Sure, Honey," Evelyn agreed. "That will help the negotiation, actually, you know? If you're reluctant for something, we can charge more..."

"Yes..." Ted's eyes were glazed. "Yes..."

I waved Evelyn down and stuck my oar in. "Look, I'd recommend that you don't set a fixed price list. You should quietly negotiate this stuff with every client, you know? Tim doesn't need to know what Fred paid, whether he gets more or less. You can be as eager or as reluctant as you please, depending upon what the client wants."

"Good point," Evelyn agreed.

"Yes..." Ted nodded. He looked up at Evelyn, his eyes pleading. "This won't be real bad, will it?"

"You have control, Honey..." Evelyn muttered. Shit, Ted knew she was lying -- I knew she was lying...

"Okay." Ted settled back in his chair. It was a done deal, now.

We moved on to playing cards -- or pretending to, anyway. The word went around the tables -- you could see the flow, since everybody tended to give Ted and Evelyn a look as they got confirmation. The other three girls were in demand, and I could see the thought process; everybody wanted the first load off their balls so that they could go for a while with Evelyn, rather than getting excited and busting a nut in the first six seconds. Everyone present was focused on putting horns on Ted with Evelyn -- it was why they were there. Guys who weren't interested had stayed away. As for myself, there was a mild urge, but in general I thought it was probably going to be pretty disgusting...

It started out pretty gently; some guy got up from the table to go over to where Evelyn was deliberately orbiting Ted and nervously threw out the first pitch. Evelyn pretended transparently to hem and haw and Ted got all serious and they dickered and settled on a number -- and all other activity in the room stopped for this process, which should have been a dead giveaway. But the deal might as well have been scripted; Mike surfaced a camera and a stack of the copied wedding pictures -- another dead giveaway -- and the guy dropped some money and proceeded to ride Evelyn doggie, getting a couple of pics of Ted hanging out in the background, watching.

The next guy took her missionary style; Ted had to shift locations to get seen properly. Things slowly escalated until Ted was right on top of things, watching Evelyn get plundered from a few inches with big eyes and Evelyn playing up to the john and making noises about how good he was and sucking his jizz out of the used rubber while Ted watched. Evelyn made a complete rotation and even did a couple who felt like they hadn't gotten everything they should twice; I was the only guy in the room who didn't stick his dick in her.

When it was over, Ted was clearly agitated, and asked Evelyn, "Can I get some now, Honey?"

Evelyn looked at him for a moment and said, "I'm pretty tired, you know? Why don't you get some from one of the other girls? Be sure to pay her..." There were a lot of derisive laughs -- and even more when Ted juiced in Luz's pussy in something like six seconds. About a half-hour later, he quietly pulled Darla away, taking her to Mike's bedroom, but he was seen; Darla started playing with his asshole while she blew him and he didn't last much longer than the first pass.

Everyone having gotten their fill of Evelyn, the guys went back to the other girls, and everything relaxed -- except Evelyn continued to make the rounds and the guys felt her up outrageously while generally grinning maliciously at Ted. That kind of thing -- sticking two fingers up Evelyn's twat and one up her asshole and treating her like a total slut, for instance -- tended to fire the guys up and they would then collect one of the other girls and get another nut. I'm pretty sure more than one of them surprised himself by pumping out four or five loads in their excitement over the course of the night.

Mike closed it down after three in the morning; we staggered out of there after cleanup at almost four. Evelyn counted the money on the trip back -- she made fifty-four hundred all by herself. The other girls averaged around a thousand apiece and had nothing to complain about. Evelyn was going to be sore for days, I figured. "You need to get her into a tub full of oily bubbles right away," Darla cautioned Ted, "then rub her down good with some body lotion. Then let her rest most of the day tomorrow. Do you have all that stuff?" It turned out that he didn't, so they stayed the night, Evelyn hogging one bathroom while the others rotated through the other one. The women were all over Ted, too -- he couldn't even breathe properly. Luz came to me and whispered, "You wait, Boss. Ted is BIG money! He's probably queer..." They banished him from the bathroom for a while and he sat looking at me like a little boy who had done wrong while the women made plans for him, the poor bastard.

Saturday morning -- well, Saturday afternoon, as we all slept in VERY late -- was the first day in the rest of Ted's life. He got up and wandered into the kitchen where I was sucking coffee and the girls were bustling around creating a late breakfast and Darla immediately lit into him. "How is Evelyn? Stiff, probably. You need to take that body lotion I gave you and oil her up again from head to toe and work out her muscles. Be very careful around her ass and her pussy, but they need attention, especially. She earned a lot of money for the pair of you last night and you need to show your appreciation." Ted stood there blinking for a moment and she waved him off with, "What are you waiting for? Go!"

I sat there looking at the three of them dubiously until Darla cracked a small smile. "Don't worry, we know who is boss. But Ted isn't boss at his house, and it's going to get to be a lot more apparent to him as time goes on."

"Do I want to mix into this?" I grunted.

"Too late, Boss -- you already have!" Cheryl cackled. "You know how he is by now..."

"Yeah..." I admitted it.

"So who is the man in Evelyn's life?" Darla asked, arching an eyebrow. "Not Ted..."

"Oh, shit..."

"You sat through all that last night and didn't get anything," Cheryl pointed out. "Do you want one of us to fix that?"

"After breakfast, maybe," I replied. Whatever their grand plan for Ted, I was going to be implicated, whether I liked it or not -- THAT was certain! Frankly, having watched him the night before, I didn't have a lot of sympathy; both of us being male, I had a certain knee-jerk reaction, but...

We didn't see Evelyn or Ted for thirty minutes or so; Carmen brought the girls into the kitchen and got them fed and took them to the play yard out back, and I had a very nice waffle and some bacon and a grapefruit before Evelyn waddled in. She was obviously slick and smooth; you could see the oil on her; someone had given her a light robe that she wore open over just panties. She came right over to me and gave me a kiss, "Hi, Don. How are you today?"

"Oh, fine, fine..." I watched Ted out of the corner of my eye; he looked antsy. "You look pampered..."

"Teddy oiled me again this morning," she replied. "It's nice -- certainly a big help after a night like last night, earning money on my back so we can get ahead in the world." Evelyn, too, was watching Ted out of the corner of her eye.

"You did quite well," I opined.

"A month's pay for Teddy in one night, I think," she replied. "He's grateful -- aren't you, Dear?"

"Yes, very grateful..." Ted croaked.

"I saw you there, taking care of us -- did you get anything while you were watching over us?" Evelyn asked brightly.

"I stayed out of it," I replied. "And then it was late, and you girls had all worked hard. It isn't as if I don't ever get any."

"Would you like a little something this morning?" Evelyn asked.

"Cheryl offered a bit ago..."

"I don't see her -- besides, I'd have never managed to do all that without you keeping an eye on things last night," Evelyn said softly, adding, "Teddy, could you be a dear and get me a pillow? And a towel, too -- I'm pretty oily and I don't want to mess up the pillowcase."

Ted frowned. "What for?"

Evelyn turned on him and snarled, "Because I asked you to. Because I'm doing your job, supporting us and getting us out of debt!"

Ted recoiled. "Let me see what I can find..."

"Thank you, Dear." Evelyn's voice said that the previous outburst had never happened.

Luz, grinning, caught up to Ted as he wandered out of the room; crooking her finger, she said, "Come." They disappeared around the corner.

I rubbed my forehead. "Am I going to like this?"

"Part of you will," Evelyn replied, leaning close. "Part of you will be watchful, looking for evidence that the same is going to happen to you. It won't. We're going to show Teddy who the man of the house is -- at my house, as well as yours." She turned my chair so I faced out to the side and not into the table, then wedged herself between my legs, spreading them. Finally, she stepped back to wait.

I eyed Darla. After we had locked gazes for a moment, I growled, "More coffee." Darla got it and delivered it and gave me a little suck on the neck as she finished. Yeah, okay -- Evelyn was right; I was making sure my girls weren't planning to emasculate me.

Ted wasn't so lucky. Luz led him in a moment later and he came forward holding a towel and a pillow. Evelyn took the pillow and placed it between my feet, took the towel and draped it over the pillow, and knelt between my legs. Since there were two little girls running around the house, I had reluctantly taken to wearing a pair of thin, loose pajama bottoms with a snap fly; Evelyn reached out and popped the snaps, baring my half-hard cock. Ted looked down at it and whined, "Evvie?" querulously.

Evelyn reached up and cradled his cheek and said, "Honey, I know you love me -- but that isn't everything. It isn't even close! It doesn't put food on the table or pay the bills or provide health care and protection for me and the baby. Some people would call Don a pimp, but that would be rude in the first place and untrue in the second; he isn't any such thing either by outlook or disposition. What he IS is a person who offered me a partnership in his business, money to pay the bills and get us out of debt, and health insurance and retirement benefits that put those offered by that shit job of yours to shame. And he provides me with training, advice, protection and support while letting me make my own decisions."

"I let you make your own decisions," Ted sulked.

"Honey, you MAKE me make YOUR decisions, because you can't make them yourself -- and that's very different than supporting me while I make mine. Well, I made this one. I love you, Honey, and you can continue to be in my life -- but you're not a man, so you can't be the man in my life." She cocked her head, looking at him sadly. "You knew that things would change when you let me out of my cage a couple of weeks ago, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Ted nodded.

"Okay, this is part of it. Now, do you want to suck Don's cock? You can, you know..."

"NO!"

"Okay, then, you can just stand there and watch. Why don't you get yours out and if I finish Don's first I might help a little..." She crawled up against me and leaned in to whisper, "Use me. You own me, like Darla and Luz. Show him." Then she settled back onto the pillow and sucked me in.

When that blowjob was over, I didn't like me much -- I thought I was a nicer guy -- but the problem was how much I enjoyed it while it was going on! Evelyn knew how to give head and she went all out -- and I manhandled her some because I liked poking my dick through the opening of her throat. But the big kick was watching Ted's eyes ... He was embarrassed and humiliated but titillated and aroused while he watched me take ownership of a woman who was supposed to be his. Mike's party had been play acting -- or he pretended it was -- but Evelyn had just TOLD him that the cock she was sucking belonged to the man who had displaced him. So he watched -- and I knew it hurt him, but there was that other component ... He DID fish out his cock and play with it -- and, well, it wasn't that impressive. He jacked himself and watched me use and abuse Evelyn with a pained expression but glowing eyes...

When it was over and I'd shot a surprisingly big load into Evelyn's mouth, she back off and let her jaw drop -- not anything obvious, but enough that I saw a flash of white -- then she struggled up, smiling a closed-mouth smile, before suddenly turning to Ted and pulling his face to her for a kiss. Ted went "MMMMMMM!!!!" and flapped his arms some, but Evelyn had gotten cum past his teeth before he knew what hit him; it was a done deal, so the flapping left off, slowly. I reflected that it probably wasn't the last load of cum Ted was going to swallow; Hell, it might not be the last load of MINE he was going to swallow! While she was holding his head with one hand (after he stopped flapping) she reached down with her other and just touched his dick -- and he blew his nut all over her bare, bulging belly. Something about that was just ... I dunno ... I was bothered. Evelyn took him by the hand and led him off and I didn't see either of them leave -- and that was fine...



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Chapter 10


After Friday night, Evelyn was off the roster for Saturday, Darla and Luz and Cheryl had a couple of little one or two hour jobs apiece, starting in the early evening. I stayed home in my robe and pajamas, playing Hugh Hefner. Carmen did her job, watching the girls; when they got tired of running around and playing and climbed up on 'Daddy's' recliner to settle against me, Carmen sat on the couch, watching me with big, intense eyes, waiting for something...

Cheryl came home from her second trip out about eight; she kissed the girls good night and Carmen took them upstairs. As she draped herself half on me and half on the recliner, I aired the issue...

"Carmen seems to be waiting for me to do something."

"Like what?" Cheryl asked, nuzzling my ear.

"Damned if I know. She sits on the couch, watching me like a hawk, like she's waiting for something."

"Oh." Cheryl tittered. "I know."

"What?"

"Luz gave her the list of duties -- not the child raising, the other stuff."

"So?"

"She's a woman in this house..."

"Luz told her that fucking me is part of the job?" I erupted.

"Uh huh." Cheryl's eyes danced.

"You're shitting me, right?"

"Uh uh. Heck, I think it's why she took the job!"

"Howcum I had to wait to my mid-thirties to be suddenly irresistible to women?" I complained. "Why couldn't I have been hot while I still had hair?"

"Nobody'd seen your dick, I guess..." Cheryl leaned in to kiss my neck.

"This is serious!" I ranted. "I can't do that -- she's only eighteen!"

"And you're probably the first guy ever to try to roll big, hot eyes around in between her titties!" Cheryl chuckled. "She wants it, Don -- it isn't sexual harassment when she wants it."

"Hell, I forgot about THAT part!"

"Oh, don't be a stick in the mud!" Cheryl snorted. "But you can stick your dick in me..."

"Didn't you just come back from a call?"

"He wasn't impressive -- he'd just got my juices flowing and he lost it, too. I need the real thing..." She reached down and unsnapped my fly...

So Carmen came down from tucking in the girls to find Cheryl bouncing on my pogo stick. She couldn't seem to leave, either; she just stood there, in the door, her eyes huge, watching Cheryl bounce. It added to things; for the second time that day I made like a cum fountain. Cheryl dropped forward onto me, rubbing her titties on my chest, having gotten out of her blouse but not her skirt for the ride. After a minute, I puffed, "I wasn't wearing a rubber -- are you on birth control?"

"You're not SUPPOSED to wear a rubber!" Cheryl retorted, "And, no, I'm not. Everyone ELSE is pregnant -- I want Donna and Faye to have a little brother!"

"Cheryl..."

"Okay, I'm on the Pill. But I don't want to be. The current crop of kids aren't yours, Don -- but the next one will be, mark my words! We ALL want your kids!"

"I can't imagine why!"

Cheryl grinned crookedly and stroked my face. "That's one of the reasons why, Hon. That's one of the reasons why."

There was a rustle; it was Carmen, slowly creeping toward the couch to sit down, her huge eyes never leaving us.

Cheryl crawled off and cupped her crotch to keep the goo from running out, exclaiming, "Such a load! Wait here -- I'll bring you back a washrag." She waddled off, holding her pussy closed.

I risked a glance at Carmen. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," she croaked.

Cheryl came back and made a production of cleaning up my wilted cock. Making more of a fuss didn't seem to be the right tactic, so I just let it happen and tucked myself away when it was over, taking a buss on the lips from Cheryl before she swayed out.

Darla and Luz came home a bit later and I braced Luz, "Did you tell poor Carmen that sex with me was on her list of duties?"

Luz looked defiant. "She lives here, Boss..."

"Yeah, well, she's young and she's not a hooker and she has children to take care of. I have hot and cold running pussy already. There's no need for her to feel obligated to climb into my bed!" I retorted.

Darla smiled crookedly. "What if she wants to, Donnie?"

"I'm sure that's not the case."

"I'm not," Darla replied, shifting her gaze to the subject of conversation. "He's being noble, Hon -- which is one of his better qualities. It'll make things more difficult, but not impossible." Carmen blushed and looked away.

"If they led you to believe that I was going to snap my fingers and point to my crotch and expect you to do something, they were wrong," I told Carmen. "You have better things to do than to be farting around with an old guy -- which is what I am to you. I won't be making any demands."

Darla chuckled. "What about fulfilling requests?"

I waved a finger at Darla and Luz. "Stop it, you two!"

"You need anything, Boss?" Luz asked, apparently ignoring me. "Evelyn got a big one from you this morning, but that was then..."

"Cheryl climbed on me and raped me a little while ago. I'm going off to get counseling, but I should be good to go until bedtime," I related. "Given that I ALREADY have three or four of you at my beck and call, why did you tell poor Carmen that she had to play, too?"

Luz folded her arms over her chest, unrepentant. "She lives here. You are Boss."

I rolled my eyes. "I never thought I'd live to say this, but there is only so much of me."

Darla chuckled. "I'm sure we'll notice if you run out."

"Whatever. I've made my point. Carmen is not obligated to sleep with me." I got up and mustered as much dignity as the pair of them would allow me and left the room, heading downstairs to my office to look at the books and put away the money that the girls tossed in a drawer when they came in.

There was a knock on the hallway door; Jorge, one of the security guards, was standing there. I opened up and he came in. "What's up?"

Jorge parked his butt on the chair and looked uncomfortable. "Mr. K, what is it exactly you and those pregnant ladies do?"

"Why do you ask?"

"They don't act like cleaning ladies."

"Oh." I sat back in my chair. "Jorge, you place me in a poor position. I don't want to offend you or cause you to discover that you might be working for someone who does things that you can't tolerate. We don't steal or anything. This IS a cleaning business. I try not to allow anything to happen on the premises that would contradict that. I, personally, try not to do anything illegal at all."

"How come they're all pregnant?"

"Well, they're not ALL pregnant," I replied. "I guess it's simplest to say that they were when they came to me."

"So you have a thing for pregnant ladies?" Jorge asked.

"No, Son -- that's more coincidence than anything else. I probably wouldn't have them if they weren't pregnant, but I never went looking for pregnant ladies. Frankly, I don't know how to explain it without revealing some very personal information and making the whole thing sound like a pet rescue."

"They're ... worldly..." Jorge offered.

"Yeah."

"I won't tell -- and I won't be offended. But I think I can protect you better if I know what I'm protecting," Jorge pressed.

I thought about it. "You're asking me to betray confidences. I'll tell you what -- I'll let you get it from the horse's mouth." I picked up the phone, punched the built-in wireless intercom, and buzzed upstairs.

"Boss?"

"Luz? Perfect. Can you come downstairs?"

"You need something?"

"Just you. Come dressed -- Jorge is here."

"Okay." A couple of minutes later, Luz waddled in wearing a maternity stretch jean skirt, a tube top, and flip-flops. "What's up, Boss?"

"Jorge wants to know what we do. He claims that it will help him protect us. I'm a little concerned that he'll be ... upset ... and feel it necessary to leave or something."

Luz cocked her head, eyeing Jorge. "I have two jobs. I work for Boss, here. We have a cleaning business. I clean, I do maid stuff, I set up for parties and carry drinks and things. That is my first job."

"Okay. What's your second job?" Jorge asked.

"I'm a hooker. I fuck guys. Many times I fuck guys I go to clean for. We keep Boss out of it as much as possible. Boss takes care of us -- we don't want him in jail for being a pimp. You understand?"

Jorge turned to me. "You're a pimp?"

Luz stamped a flip-flop shod foot. "Boss NOT pimp! Boss gives us health insurance and watches over us and gives us place to live and loves us. Pimps beat us and take all our money and not take care of us at all! VERY different!"

"A cop would call me a pimp," I agreed, "although I've been careful not to profit from the girls."

"Boss! You are NOT pimp!" Luz rasped. She turned to Jorge. "You know white slavery? Darla and I white slaves. Last owner WAS pimp! Boss -- he buy us from pimp -- pimp was going to kill us because we bring in no money pregnant! THAT is how pimp acts!" She glared at Jorge. "We clean for Boss. He takes cleaning money and pays for health insurance so we have babies in hospital. He gives us nice place to live. Hooking money goes in other pot for raising babies. Boss keeps it, too -- but if I want money Boss give me all I want. THAT is NOT how a pimp acts!"

"Night Shift..." Jorge muttered, referring to an old movie.

"Yeah, something like that," I agreed. "I had to do something. Hooking is what they do -- and they need money, FAST!" I waved at Luz's belly. "This was a compromise -- the best I could do on short notice."

Jorge nodded. "Cheryl?"

"Laid off at my workplace. You've seen her little girls..."

"She hooks?"

I shrugged. "I don't ask her to."

Jorge nodded. "Evelyn?"

"That kind of happened. It's more Ted's fault than mine. She's a volunteer, like Cheryl -- and she and Ted are ... a little different."

"Ted put her out to hook?"

"Not exactly, but it sort of ended up that way. Again, we're betraying confidences if I go farther," I replied.

"So -- we're all bad people now?" Luz asked.

"No," Jorge replied. "I think I can help better now. Who is the new girl?"

"Carmen. We needed a babysitter. She has no second job -- she's a live-in babysitter," I informed Jorge.

"Does she know?"

"Yeah -- she couldn't miss it, could she?" I sighed. "Obviously, some of this is confidential."

"You pay for confidential ... Boss." Jorge grinned.

"That would be confidential from your boss and the other condo owners and the developer..." I pressed.

"Yeah, no problem."

"It's blackmail material -- I really don't like that..." I muttered.

"No problem, Boss," Luz waved it off. "Jorge tells tales, we say they are fairy story he tell because he is pissed off."

I blinked. "Pissed off about what?"

"Jorge and I not sleeping together any more." Luz grinned her toothy grin. "Come on, Jorge -- you need to go back to security. I give you nice blowjob, right in front of camera..."

"I could get fired!"

"I think that's the point," I told him. "You know too much -- so we need something on you. Things could be worse -- Luz can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch."

Luz chuckled his chin. "I like Jorge. This won't be the only time. You like to fuck, Baby?" Jorge's eyes glazed and I knew we would have our blackmail material. Luz took him by the hand and led him off. I closed up the office and went upstairs.

Luz came to bed about an hour later, grinning. "I have Jorge like this..." She made a twirling motion around her little finger. "Also nice sex tape..." She fished a tape out of her skirt pocket and tossed it on the dresser. " ... But Jorge is a good boy. He means no harm." She assumed a serious expression. "Maybe we should do the other guards..."

"Let's keep it on a case-by-case basis," I replied. "We could open a can of worms trying to protect ourselves. Come to bed."

Luz undressed and crawled into bed; Darla was already sound asleep. "Boss?" Luz said, pulling my arm around her.

"Yeah."

"If Carmen climbs in your lap, don't get up."

"Luz..."

"It's okay you make no demands," Luz cut me off, "You hurt her if you say no, though. Besides, you want her -- everybody knows that."

"Just because I'm instinctively stupid..."

"Come on, Boss -- you love titties. Carmen has BIG titties."

"It's not right."

"If one of you doesn't want it, it's not right," Luz argued. "Both of you do. There is nothing not right about that."

"It's robbing the cradle."

"She's not Donna, Boss -- she is eighteen."

"Donna scares me bad enough."

"Shut up. Go to sleep. Stubborn man..."

Sunday football parties continued to grow in popularity, but our staff hadn't grown similarly, so I was forced to send only one 'cheerleader' per party for three separate parties. The good news was that the girls weren't competing with each other for johns. Evelyn was back, but we got something disturbing on the answering machine...

Darla called me down for it; Evelyn wasn't in yet. The caller said, "Hey, I was wondering if I could get the couple. We probably ought to talk about what I want before you send anybody out -- there are some extras I'm looking for."

"Sounds like we'd better call Evelyn," I mused. "You know, I'm not really sure they're ready for anything wild..."

Darla shrugged. "I think the pair of you broke him yesterday."

"That doesn't mean he's saddle-ready," I retorted. Darla shrugged.

I called Evelyn. "We got a request for 'the couple, '" I related. "The guy wants to discuss pricing and extras. I figure he's going to want you two to wander into unknown territory."

"I'll bring Teddy. When do they want us?"

"Early evening, apparently."

"Can you feel the guy out? I'll see where Teddy's head is at and we can call back to negotiate."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." We'd picked up a couple of throwaway phones; I snagged one and used the caller ID on the incoming line to get the caller. "I'm returning your call. You have some kind of request?"

"Yeah," the guy said carefully. "I'm looking for the couple."

"The guy isn't an employee," I replied. "We don't just send them out, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, well ... Is it possible? I'll pay."

'Damned right you will!' I thought. "It might be a delicate negotiation. This isn't play-acting, you understand -- they're the genuine article. He's not ... broken in. That being the case, well..."

"Oh. Okay. I can see how that might get pricey."

"Yeah. I can't guarantee results -- and if you decided you wanted to ask for something more involved than what you start out with once they're on-site, I can't guarantee they can move up. In any case, this might cost a bundle, since it could be new ground -- stuff they've never done before. Can you elaborate?"

"I want to, well, put him down. I want to get personal about it. I want her to play, too -- you know, um, comparisons..."

"It's new ground, all right," I mused. "We might be able to deliver on that, but it's kind of like virginity, you know?"

"Yeah." There was a weighted pause. "Hey, have you guys ever considered getting this stuff on video?"

I was floored! "No, actually..."

"I'm thinking this is worth a couple of thousand, right? I have a buddy -- he does pro video work. You get the originals and the distro rights -- we get a private copy. She does me and my buddy and we film it and we all ride the fuck out of him. Let's say five grand to start..."

"This goes way beyond anything we are prepared for. I need to call them in and pitch this deal. It may be too much to handle at this time," I muttered, dazed. "It may be too much to handle, ever, actually."

"Yeah, I can see how it would be risky -- but there would be three or four of us if he freaked. This is for real, huh? No bullshit?" the guy confirmed.

"Yeah, look -- I'm no psychologist, you know? But he had the bug and we're, um, encouraging it. The wife is running things -- I'm just there for moral support or whatever, you know? Neither of us is an expert at this..." I explained.

"This could be big, then..." the guy mused.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

I called Evelyn back. "Okay, they nearly knocked me for a loop! They want to give Ted shit while they fuck you -- call him names, talk about what a pussy he is, how short his cock is -- that kind of thing. They want you to play to it -- talk about how good they are and how Ted can't satisfy you, blah, blah. But the kicker is, since it's genuine -- from Ted's viewpoint, at least -- they want to video it."

"What?"

"There are two of them. One is a professional videographer, supposedly. They want to get it on video. They want a copy, but they would give us distribution rights. They're offering five thousand to do it."

"WOW!"

"Yeah, that's more or less what I said," I agreed. "I told them that Ted's not trained and this is the real thing and things could be delicate. The guy said he understood."

"Don, I don't think we can do this on no notice. I don't think we can do this on ground of their choosing. I PARTICULARLY don't think Ted and I should walk into this alone!" Evelyn declared.

"I'm with you on all points," I replied. "And I think we would need to prep Ted a bit," I added.

"Uh huh. We'll be over in a bit and you and I will get them on the phone."

"Sounds good."

"Don? I want you there. If we have to take Teddy home in a box, I'm going to need help."

"I never planned anything else."



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Chapter 11


I went back upstairs to watch football -- but my mind was on other things. The girls wanted to hop and cheer and such, but I was distracted. After a while they gave up and settled down, and soon after, Carmen collected Faye off my lap and led Donna by the hand to their room for an afternoon nap. Then she came back -- and the fun began...

Carmen was wearing a short skirt that was pleated like an accordion and one of those tank tops with the big armholes that go halfway across the back to show whether a girl is wearing a bra or not, supposedly. Well, I was pretty sure she had been, but when Carmen returned from putting the girls down, she wasn't. I noticed; I'm male, and I'm nowhere near dead and Carmen has hooters like cantaloupes. I got my first look at a pair of nipples the size of mini marshmallows at that point, too. Add the low neckline providing a view of her breastbone between her jugs and I had to work to reel my eyeballs back in.

Have I mentioned the fact that she wasn't obviously hot for most guys? The hooters were a little TOO big and a little saggy, and she had a bit of a belly and was generally what I like to call 'plush' -- meaning that she was padded, if not showing rolls. She wasn't a size six -- more like twice that, and maybe more, since I'm no expert in such things. I really can't tell you what all the excitement was about -- but it was there...

So she flounced over and plopped on the couch -- and I had to almost physically reach up and turn my head back toward the TV, because my eyeballs didn't want to leave the neckline of that blouse. I scolded them and sent them back to football -- but they sulked and kept creeping back. I felt guilty as sin because every time they did, they met hers looking back.

A couple of commercial breaks into this and I'd forgotten all about Evelyn and Ted's little adventure. Now, I had no right to be looking at an eighteen year old -- I was damned near twice her age -- and I was doing my best to be good -- but Carmen wasn't helping a bit! She made a point of moving or stretching or some damned thing that set her boobs to swinging and I would pick it up and my eyeballs would stick to the image like a fly to flypaper. Football? Was that what I was watching? Uh uh. Jugs. I was watching jugs...

At least, that was what I was watching until she pulled her feet up onto the couch! Then she flopped one knee off to the side and leaned on the upright one, her arms crossed -- and I discovered that she had a robust patch of fur down there...

"Carmen," I managed to croak.

"Yes?"

"Why do you want to tease me like this?"

"Luz says..."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT--!!" I roared -- then I got a grip on myself. "What does Luz say?"

"Luz says you are a bull," Carmen said carefully. "Luz says if I show you I am in heat, you will forget about this 'old guy' foolishness and BE the bull..."

"Come over here, Honey..." She levitated up off the couch and swayed over to my chair, then settled onto her knees, leaning on the chair arm. Such grace ... Such huge brown eyes ... Such a cleavage ... I shook myself -- calling her over hadn't been that good an idea... "I'm trying to do you a favor. You don't need me drooling on you -- there are plenty of young guys standing in line to do that. I mean, what's your grand plan? Having my kids? Come on..."

"Boys don't drool on me -- I'm fat and I'm ugly and I have a big ass ... Sometimes, old guys drool on me -- but usually they are REAL old. You're not REAL old..." she said softly, her eyes luminescent.

"We have no future."

"We have the present. The future is ... in the future."

"What do you know?"

I didn't explain myself, but she understood. "Nothing. Only that I want you to touch me. YOU know..."

"Sweetheart, in my mind I am taking something precious from you."

"In my mind you are giving me something precious," she replied softly.

I reached over and cradled her cheek -- big mistake. It was VERY soft, and she rubbed her face against my hand and purred like a kitten. I couldn't remove the hand -- it was magnetized. No problem, I would slide it ... Yeah. Down her neck, out, over the point of her shoulder ... no, that didn't work ... down, over her collarbone and out under her arm along the outer curve of her ... oops...

Carmen reached up with her other hand and totally defeated the neckline of her tank top, freeing both breasts, not just the one I had a handful of. "Yesss..." She arched her back, presenting them. My thumb made friends with her left nipple without me telling it to. So much for being noble and keeping my hands off the young stuff...

"Come here, then, if nothing I can say will stop you..." Then she was up in the chair, half beside me and half on top -- and I had a nipple in my mouth, chewing it...

And a feminine voice said, "Oops!" and then came the sound of a throat clearing. Sanity returned.

"Bad time?" Evelyn asked.

"Yes!" Carmen was vehement about it.

"I was ... bowing to the inevitable..." I explained, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Honey -- but the good news is that you've won the war," Evelyn told Carmen. "He won't fight so hard next time." Carmen just clutched herself to me, sniffling.

I decided that I wasn't getting up just yet. Each of my women was beautiful in her way -- and they were ALL a little younger than me -- but there is something about an eighteen-year-old. Something fresh and bright and right off the showroom floor. Carmen had that new girl smell... "Drag up a chair," I directed Evelyn while I ran a hand under Carmen's skirt. Carmen obligingly spread her legs, putting her foot on the chair arm and challenging Evelyn with a glare. I started rubbing her fur patch -- and the thick lips and hooded clitoris beneath. "You're shameless," I whispered. Carmen merely moaned and stuck her face in my neck.

"You did it -- with Cheryl -- in this chair..." she gasped. She was wet under my rubbing fingers already. I knew she was pretending that Evelyn wasn't there.

"Beds are better..." I rolled a nipple between my fingers. She tensed and began to jerk involuntarily in reaction to my fingers abusing her clitoris. There is a power trip to getting a woman off; I really hadn't indulged it much in my life. I picked up on which movements were most effective and concentrated on them and she whined into my neck and surged and arched herself and her pussy chased my fingers. Suddenly, she started humping herself against me rhythmically, whining, and bit my neck -- and I knew she was in transport ... She collapsed and pressed herself against me, allowing her thick thighs to close, trapping my hand. I let go of her breast and rubbed her back and shoulder. I wanted pussy -- bad -- but this would do.

"You do that well," Evelyn ventured. Carmen jerked but burrowed tighter against me.

"She isn't exactly frigid," I replied.

"I'm really sorry, Carmen," Evelyn said softly. "We had an appointment..." Carmen nodded into my neck.

I changed up -- which wasn't easy. "Where is Ted?"

"Downstairs," Evelyn replied. "I figured he should have a specific invitation, not expectations." She paused a moment, then added, "Of course, seeing this might have been instructive..."

"Maybe." What did I know about what went on in poor Ted's head? "What have you been doing?"

"Taking charge," Evelyn replied. "It's TOO easy. I sent him to the bank for a money order, counting the cash out, then made him sit there and watch while I paid off a charge card. He got the point."

"Can you do this?" I asked.

"In some ways, it's like back when we were dating," she said. "I decided everything. The excuse then was making me happy..."

"It still is," I pointed out. "He's damaged himself -- and it's gone a lot farther than he expected. I think the worse it gets the harder he'll scramble."

"Me, too," Evelyn agreed. "These guys..."

"It's tempting, but you -- and especially Ted -- will be exploited. And a lot of porn videos have, 'I didn't sign up for that' as an underlying plot. We need to know we're not being played with."

"Who would know that?" Evelyn asked. "Milo?"

"Milo is a realtor -- but he knows people who know people. Hand me the phone." Carmen wasn't going anywhere...

Milo was surprised. "They want to do a porn flick?"

"Yeah," I replied on speaker. "They realize that it is genuine and would probably be riveting. Problem is, we could get seriously ripped off. One of these guys is supposedly a pro -- but the industry isn't exactly known for its honesty in dealing with actors and actresses. We need to know what is usual and customary."

"I know a guy who knows a lawyer who..." Milo mused.

"It's Sunday," I pointed out.

"It's the afternoon," Milo shot back. "Shysters who swim in that sewer probably don't do eight to five by five days a week."

"Maybe you can get an example contract or something?"

"Maybe. I'll call you back."

Evelyn and I called the prospective client. I reluctantly banished Carmen from my lap and we went downstairs and I opened the office and let Ted in -- but made him wait in the front of the store, where there wasn't much but a counter and some advertizing for cleaning materials and a couple of chairs. "Hello?" a voice came cautiously over the phone.

"It's us," I responded.

"I talked to my buddy and he's hot to do this," the guy said eagerly. "We're thinking that distribution rights are worthless to you because you'd have to feel your way and probably get ripped off."

"That runs similar to our assumptions," I agreed. "We're working some contacts and hope to have a basis for deal structuring, but..." I paused. "Maybe we should wait a couple of days."

"If he's in the process, it only lasts so long, you know?" a second voice replied. "Soon, he'll get comfortable and we won't get the reactions that will make this hot."

"Yeah, we get that. You understand, though, that trust comes hard, here," I pointed out.

"We have ... standard contracts," the second voice took over. "We're prepared to go with a premium rate. We're thinking five thousand for something that hits the minimums, and fifteen for something that really captures the moment -- plus royalties. We'll distribute."

"We'll need standards for comparison," I retorted.

"Of course. You'll find this is generous. We don't budget 'Indiana Jones.' But if it takes off, royalties would be considerable -- maybe fifteen, twenty thousand. A hit in this genre could do more than that."

I flicked a glance at Evelyn. "Sounds nice, but like I said, trust comes hard -- especially on short notice. I'm sure you would like to do this in a studio..."

"Yeah, I get it. Neutral ground. Actually, a studio isn't great. A hotel room isn't much better. Maybe you have a place?"

That rocked me. "We'll get back to you on that."

"How soon can we plan on moving forward?" the guy asked. "We have to put some things together..."

"We hope to have some answers within an hour or so," I responded.

"Uh, I don't know how um, delicate this situation is," the second guy interjected, "but these things usually do better with a black guy involved. It's a major hot button. We can pass on it, but it would probably improve marketability." There was a pause, and he added quietly, "Besides, I'm black..."

I eyed Evelyn and she shrugged. "Are you hung?" she asked.

"I'm not a horse, but I'm good. Eight inches or so. Kinda thick."

"I'm in agreement -- it would make a better video," Evelyn declared.

"Way cool."

Darla wandered in from her football gig at about that time. "Ted is out ... Oh, sorry."

"Give us a sec." I muted the phone.

"What's going on?" Darla asked.

"The guy asking for Evelyn and Ted? It's grown legs. They want to do a video of them turning Ted's head around backwards," I explained.

"Yeah?" Darla looked interested. She shifted her gaze to Evelyn.

"It's gonna happen, anyway, and they're offering a LOT of money..." Evelyn rationalized.

"Hey, whatever..."

I poked the phone. "We're back. Sorry. How many guys are we talking about?"

"Well, me and my friend ... We were thinking about the scenario -- we might like to have you, too -- you're her pimp, right?"

"I like to think of myself as her business partner," I replied, unruffled, "but I don't think I want to be on-screen -- at least, not recognizably."

"Right. Ever handle a camera? A good one? My buddy wants to be in on things..."

Darla threw a throat-cutting gesture and I said, "Hang on a sec," and poked mute again.

"The Armenian had us video, well, promotions, I guess you'd call them. I got to be pretty good at it. Besides, they need two cameras," Darla declared.

"I'm going to put you on." I poked the button. "I have someone. She says we need two cameras."

"Yeah?" the first guy sounded interested.

"You need the action -- and simultaneously, you need Ted's RE-action, you know?" Darla pointed out.

"Good point!" the second guy said. "That's important. We may need to split-screen it in editing, or intersperse them, but we need to get it all at once."

"You've got pro gear?" Darla asked. "Good lights? Tripods? Image stabilization?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I can probably help. With any luck, I can concentrate on Ted," Darla declared.

"Yeah, that might be the way to go," the second guy agreed.

Milo walked in at that point, carrying a briefcase. "Okay, so, the two of you and the equipment, contracts, and money. We need to duck out for a bit and see if we can find a place. We, uh, don't anticipate taking a check, guys."

"Cash is king," the first guy agreed. "Look, the initial five is going to be okay -- but it IS Sunday..."

Milo stepped in. "We hold the video until you can pay any additional charges that you run up. If this thing doesn't fly, we take the video footage with us and give you a refund or whatever. But we keep the media until we have a contract and money has changed hands."

"Who's that?"

"My business agent," I replied.

"Okay, makes sense," the second guy agreed. "If this turns out, it will be well worth it."

"Agreed," I said. "We'll get back to you in thirty minutes." I hung up and turned to Milo. "What have you got?"

"More or less standard porn contracts," he replied, popping open the case. "The lawyer charged me two-fifty for a consultation and he wants a name, but he faxed me a whole stack. He said other studios might look a little different, but the gist would be the same." We started poring over documents. Pretty quickly it became evident what was important and what was just legalese -- and what might be a good offer and what would be a rip-off.

Cheryl and Luz came in. "What's up?" Cheryl asked. "Ted's about to wear a hole in the floor out there."

"The guys who wanted to take on Evelyn and Ted have upped the ante considerably." I waved at Evelyn and let her explain.

"So, tonight?" Cheryl asked. "Why the rush?"

"The thing with Don yesterday has him going," Evelyn explained. "I did some things today, too. He's had the rug pulled out from under him -- and he's going to change up on his own if we give him a little time. They want to see ... conflict..."

"Oh, okay. What do you need?" Cheryl asked.

"A place," Evelyn replied. "Not our place and not this place. We don't want to get ambushed at some studio, and hotels are not right, either..."

"What kind of place?" Cheryl asked.

"An apartment, maybe. Someplace we can get a couple of quick outside shots, I would think," Darla mused.

"I haven't given back the key to my place yet," Cheryl mused. "We would have to bring curtains and bedclothes and stuff back in, but it's furnished. And that kind of thing wouldn't be a surprise in my old neighborhood."

"Yeah? How long to set up?" I asked.

"A bedroom? Ten, fifteen minutes," Cheryl guessed. "Less for three or four of us. I'll contribute my old stuff to the cause."

I shrugged. "Well?"

"Don, you have to help me pitch this," Evelyn insisted. "And you have to be there."

"Yeah, okay. I said I would. Darla, Cheryl, give us the address and go set up. Luz, you hold the fort -- I'm gonna get even with you later for putting poor Carmen on me. Milo..."

"I'm going."

"Yeah, fine." There was one final item. "All of you clear out -- we have to get Ted to go for this." They headed out; I gestured to Luz to send Ted in. Ted came in. looking tentative. "Have a seat," I directed, waving. Evelyn got up from the chair and came over to sit on the desk. "Things are a little wild this week, huh?"

"Yes." Ted nodded.

"I know that things have probably changed quite a bit more than you expected. How are you holding up? Evelyn's new profession and everything must be a shock -- especially how it pays the bills. That kind of boosts her importance around the house, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Okay..." I sat back. "How would you like to help?"

"Excuse me?" Ted looked surprised.

"I'm sure the other night was an eye-opener," I noted. "But you contributed to the success of that outing, whether you know it or not. We've had another ... opportunity ... fall into our lap, and Evelyn and I would like to have your help in making it a success. It could be extremely profitable."

Ted licked his lips. "What do you need?"

"Remember the other night?" I began. "Remember how things seemed to slowly escalate?"

Ted nodded. "Yeah."

"Remember how as things escalated, so did the payments?"

"Yeah."

"We've been asked to take things to a new level. Your input would be pivotal. The money could turn out to be two or three times what Evelyn made that night."

"Really? That much?"

"Yes."

"What do I have to do?"

"These guys want to make a video," I explained.

"Of what?"

"Them fucking Evelyn -- and your reactions."

"I can't act."

"We don't want you to act, Ted," I explained. "We want you to be yourself. We want you to RE-act."

"I ... don't understand."

"Look, these guys will have sex with Evelyn. In the process, they're going to say things, to you and about you. They generally won't be nice -- I think you can probably imagine some of it."

"Oh." Ted looked at the floor.

"We don't expect you to be happy about it. You can argue with them or complain about it -- take issue with them. If they hurt you, you can express it. The only thing you CAN'T do is interfere with the sex. If they ask you over to look at it close up or something, that's okay -- but you can't go prying one of them off Evelyn."

"Are they gonna hurt her?"

"Uh uh. Not a bit. That's not what it's about." I took a breath. "I said they were going to be uncomplimentary. Well, Evelyn is going to agree with them. Since they're the customers and the customer is always right, that shouldn't be a surprise. I'm telling you in advance so you expect it." I eyed him. "Do you see where this is going?"

"Yeah. I think so." Ted nodded.

"Now, it isn't fair for Evelyn to be the only one to profit from this. She's a partner in the business already, anyway. There will be others there to help, obviously. But I'm going to offer you a position as an employee if you think you can carry this off. That way, you get to make a monetary contribution."

Ted looked shaky. "How far... ?"

"The farther they can take it without things falling apart, the more money there is in it. Remember, you don't have to like it and you don't have to pretend you like it or be all stoic. You can be wildly unhappy about the whole thing -- we want you to be genuine in your reactions. You just can't stop it," I explained. "And, like I said, the farther you go, the more money is in it for you and Evelyn."

Ted turned pleading eyes on his wife, "Evvie?"

"Baby, this could get us into the black in one shot!" Evelyn insisted. "Can you help me? Remember when I sent you out to get the money order so I could pay off that credit card bill? Remember how good it felt to be out from under that debt that we were never going to shake on your salary? We can do a whole lot more than that..." She beckoned him to her and caressed his cheek. "You can do this -- you LIKE to watch. You know a lot of people think that is weird -- they'll just be harassing you some over it. All you have to do is ... take it."

"You'll be saying things, too, right?"

"You know what's true and what isn't, right?"

"Yeah..." The look on Ted's face said he knew the problem with THAT as well as we did -- but he squared his shoulders. Okay."



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Chapter 12


I sent the pair of them out and got on the phone; we really didn't want Ted alone by himself before this thing. I gave them the all clear and the address and told them we would be along soon -- but that they should find help in place when they got there. Then I went and got the car and bundled Evelyn and Ted into the back seat.

There was a van out front of the building with 'Offshoot Productions' and a logo on the side; Darla and Cheryl were helping two guys -- a white guy and a black guy -- unload lights and equipment. There were a couple of fat black women watching and making comments, but nothing serious -- Cheryl's building didn't EVEN have security. Leaving the couple in the car, I went over to the pair.

The white guy was named Mike and the black guy was named Alonzo. While we were shaking down, Milo came out of the building and said, "The contracts look good -- real good."

I nodded. "Money?" Mike handed me an envelope. I counted it and hoped it wasn't counterfeit. This had to be the wildest thing I'd ever been involved in. I went in and Milo walked me through everything. I was going to be a voice -- and maybe a pair of hands -- so I had to sign a contract. Milo and I were acting as agents. Darla was going to be a videographer, and I was walked through camera utilization, just in case. Cheryl was outside security. Milo and I took the contracts out to Evelyn and Ted and had them sign in the car while Mike talked to the black ladies about doing a quick cameo and putting some kids on the van and the car as lookouts -- which they were happy to do for forty bucks apiece. After that, I went back to the car and sat there virtually invisible in the sunlight as Mike took a camera and panned the area and then zoomed in on the car. I had the visor down so my face couldn't be seen as I turned to Ted and Evelyn. "Showtime! Get out. I'm right behind you." Mike came over and paid attention to them until I was out, and then followed us up the walk videoing over my shoulder. One of the black ladies parked herself in front of us and said to me, "What are you doin' here! Roscoe will kick your ass if he finds you on his turf!" I waved her away and she waddled off, grinning like a fiend. The other woman, paid only to frown disapproval, did a fine job as we went past and up the hallway to Cheryl's apartment. I reached between Ted and Evelyn at the door and knocked.

Alonzo answered the door, giving me a nod and stepping back to look Evelyn over and nod approval. Then he turned to Ted. "You're the husband, right? I heard about you." The tone was not quite utter contempt. He nodded them in.

We went into the living room. Alonzo pointed Evelyn at the couch and Ted at a facing chair, then settled next to Evelyn and addressed me, "And he's here because?"

"He needs to see what it is he started," I replied, following the script, such as it was. I settled into a chair and Mike handed me the camera; Darla sat next to me, oriented on Ted. Mike entered the picture at that point, swinging wide so it looked like he'd entered from another room and I added, "Besides, he likes to watch."

Alonzo gave Ted the eye and said, "I bet. My friend and I are gonna fuck the shit out of your old lady -- that okay with you?"

Ted flinched, but said, "Yes."

I raised a fist; Mike came for the camera, and I said, "Ted needs a microphone." That got agreement. We put the camera on a tripod and Darla got general command of both cameras while Mike hooked Ted up; I was to do what I could to get good action shots when Mike wasn't behind one, but I was generally done. We picked up with Alonzo mauling one of Evelyn's tits. "Send her out pregnant, do you? Ballsy." Looking at Ted, he said, "You, too." He pulled Evelyn to him and gave her a very thorough kiss. "Why don't you get undressed, Baby? We want to see the merchandise." Evelyn started coming out of her maternity gear and Alonzo turned to Ted, "Feel free to whack off if you like, since you're into it." The tone was cold scorn. Ted gave a grunt like he'd been punched. Mike tuned the action camera as Evelyn settled back onto the couch wearing nothing and I had very little adjusting to do as they had Evelyn put her feet up widespread on the couch and felt her up and played with her pussy. Evelyn kissed them both like they were old boyfriends; I knew what was up with it, too. She was deliberately getting into the whole thing so she could do her part in the upcoming session. Ted looked pained as she sucked Alonzo's tongue; Darla recorded the expression faithfully. Mike and Alonzo mauled Evelyn's breasts and Mike opened her pussy lips with his fingers and rubbed her clit. Evelyn put her hands in their crotches, obviously feeling their erections. Alonzo backed off Evelyn's lips and said, "She's a hot piece, Man -- real hot. I bet you can't keep up with this shit..." That one hit home, too. Alonzo flopped back and said, "Go ahead, Baby, get a look at what I've got for you." Evelyn dove into his lap and came up with a pretty decent hunk of meat; she was all over it, stroking and cooing, eyeing it with glowing eyes. Ted looked stricken by her reaction.

"Wow, that's nice!" Evelyn husked. "I haven't had anything like this in a while!"

Mike said, "No? Check THIS out!" Evelyn took the cue and dove into Mike's lap -- and came up with something comparable.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet!" Evelyn enthused. "Wow, these are NICE!!!" She sat there jacking both cocks in concert; I watched through the camera viewfinder, concerned that we get the whole shot. Then I popped up to look at Ted...

Alonzo upped the ante. "Okay, all the other dicks are out -- you might as well whip it out and enjoy yourself while we put the little woman through her paces..." The look on Ted's face said that he knew what was coming, but he slowly stood and extracted his cock, which was, well, not awful, but certainly less than average. Mike and Alonzo were running in the eight inch range (as do I), so it was noticeable. Alonzo gave out kind of a grunt. "Huh! No wonder the old lady is all thrilled ... That all you got, Man?"

"Yeah..." Ted wasn't doing well for erection, either, what with the humiliation.

"Dude..." Alonzo waved Ted over. Darla popped the second camera off the tripod and circled behind Ted, focusing on his cock and following him while trying to stay out of the view of the first camera and managing to get behind the couch to a place where Ted hid her while providing a fine view of Ted's cock and Alonzo's expression. Alonzo eyed Ted's meat and said, "That's a clit, Man. THIS is a cock!" He waggled his meat, then reached over and rubbed Evelyn's distended belly. "This is yours?"

"Yes." Ted's voice was totally colorless.

"You sure?" Alonzo pressed. Ted didn't say anything. "I bet it's the last, huh?" Alonzo asked, looking directly at the camera.

I knew a cue when I heard one. "Yup. Next little cocksucker comes out of there will be mine." Ted's eyes got a big as saucers; he eyed me, stricken.

Evelyn added to things by the simple expedient of saying, "Yeah..." and leaning over and sucking in Alonzo's glans.

Alonzo put a big hand on her head and said, "Take it..." then looked up at Ted. "Havin' trouble getting stiff? I'll quit talking about it -- I'm probably distracting you. Can you see all right? Your old lady gives pretty good head..." He paused a moment, then added, "Why don't you park on the couch arm? I don't mind." Alonzo didn't have to SAY, 'You're no threat' -- it was implicit in his tone.

This forced Darla to change up; she waved at me and I hopped up and brought the tripod around and got a nice, steady shot of Ted trying to get his erection going. Evelyn was going, "MmmmmMMMmmmmm," around Alonzo's cock; she popped off for a second and said, "I love you, Honey, but THIS is a cock!"

Alonzo chuckled and directed, "Switch up, Baby, my partner is getting restless." Evelyn jacked him while she pumped and sucked and made appreciative noises around Mike's erection.

Darla sidled up to me and whispered, "Go back to your chair and fish yours out, Donnie." I figured out what she was up to and went back over to the chair; she followed and unmounted the 'pimp cam' so she could pull my cock into the shot.

Alonzo picked it up, took a look, and commented, "You're just outgunned all over ain't you, Man?" Ted looked over at me, stricken. Darla held the shot until he looked away, then put the camera back on the tripod. I let my cock go down; I'd get pussy later, for sure. Darla went back to hovering over the 'cuckold cam.' Alonzo waited a bit and then said, "Climb up on your knees, Baby, and let my partner get some of that hot pregnant pussy." Alonzo got up and stepped out of his sweatpants and Mike got out of his chinos. "Hook yourself up, too, Man," Alonzo told Ted -- so Ted worked his way out of his trousers and undershorts, too. Evelyn arranged herself on the couch so she could suck Alonzo while taking Mike's meat. Darla waved at me and I picked up the 'pimp cam' and brought it around to get a shot of Mike's penetration and some more of Evelyn's pregnancy-widened ass jiggling as he pounded it. "Man, this is good shit!" Mike exclaimed, "Too good!" Everyone in the room knew who it was too good for. I got a shot of Ted's stricken look and edged back toward the tripod.

"He's not wearing a rubber!" Ted exclaimed.

Alonzo shrugged. "She's pregnant, right? She can't get MORE pregnant." He looked up at the 'pimp cam, ' "Do you care?"

"You're right about pregnancy. If you're clean, it's no big thing -- but if you give her something, I'll have to kill all three of you," I ad-libbed.

"We're clean." Alonzo looked at Mike. "Do her up -- give her a creampie."

Evelyn was making some pretty convincing noises, "Fuck. Yeah fuck! Gimme! Shit. Fuck me! Shit! God, I love big dicks!" She couldn't suck Alonzo; Mike was jamming her too hard. She was jacking him -- but having trouble doing that. "Teddy! Help me!"

"What?" Ted grunted.

"Help me keep him hard!"

"WHAT!? I can't!"

"Yes ... you can..." Evelyn panted. "Gimme your hand..."

"Evvie..."

"Come on..." Evelyn lurched and grabbed Ted's wrist, almost unsaddling Mike.

"Evvie!" Ted howled as she tugged his arm.

"Come on ... you know ... you want to..." Evelyn panted. "Fuck! Sooo good!" She stopped and shuddered, still holding Ted's wrist in a death grip. "Do it! For me!" She hauled on Ted and he almost fell into Alonzo's lap -- but the pinioned hand touched Alonzo's cock.

"Why don't you help her?" Alonzo asked. "You like to watch -- don't you want to know what it feels like?"

"Jack it!" Evelyn panted. "Rub it!" Mike slowed down so Evelyn could hold onto her prey; she rubbed the back of Ted's wrist against Alonzo's shaft. "Come on..." She got the hand reoriented and pulled -- and Ted found Alonzo's meat in the webbing between his thumb and fingers. "Do it!"

Ted gazed down stupefied at the handful of black cock Evelyn pressed on him. Alonzo urged, "Come on, Man! Help Momma out! What are you here, for, anyway?"

"Feel it?" Evelyn's eyes were fierce. "Long and hot and hard ... I haven't had a ride like this in a long time ... That's the good stuff. Feel it in your hand..." Ted's hand began to move, although his eyes said that it was on its own and not under direction from his head and he didn't know why. I didn't remember grabbing up the 'pimp cam' and bringing it in close, but I had -- and Darla was ducking me while she got Ted's face. Evelyn's eyes got wide and she wailed, "Oh, fuck me! I need to cum!" Mike started pounding hard again. I backed up the frame, being careful not to hose Darla up -- which wasn't easy.

Alonzo looked up at me. "Does it cost extra if Little Momma's old man plays?"

"Nah," I opined. "It's a new product line. I need to see results before I try charging for it."

Alonzo looked over at Ted. "You can still do your own shit." Ted knelt awkwardly jacking himself and Alonzo simultaneously. Alonzo's erection started showing signs of going lank.

"Keep it ... HARD!" Evelyn wailed, panting. "I want it! I NEED it! I'm gonna need it twice!" Evelyn's eyes were getting wild again; if she wasn't getting off, she was a helluva actress.

Alonzo reached under Ted. "I'll do your clit, Little Man -- but you gotta do better than that..." Ted braced himself on one arm and started seriously jacking Alonzo -- but Alonzo got him by the base of the neck and pressed downward...

"Nooo!!!" Ted howled, but Alonzo had him by the neck AND by the balls!

"YESSS!!" Evelyn hissed, "Suck him! Suck that cock! See how a real cock tastes, how it feels in your mouth! How it squirts cum! Suck it! You KNOW you want to! It's why you watch!" Ted's lips touched Alonzo's rose-hued chocolate glans and Evelyn threw her head back and yelled, "I'm CUMMIIIIINGGGG!!!!" Later, I learned that Darla got THAT shot -- I was tuned to Alonzo's shaft slowly sliding between Ted's lips!

Once he had a mouthful, there was no fight left in Ted; he let Alonzo guide his head wherever he wanted. Evelyn panted praise, calling him 'Momma's good boy.' "Suck him -- keep him hard for Momma. Momma needs that dick -- right after this one..." Alonzo let go of Ted's cock and Ted reached under to jack himself while he sucked. I pulled back to the tripod to get the four of them; Evelyn was going crazy on Mike's cock, watching Ted suck away, totally emasculated. The next time Evelyn went nuts under him, Mike arched himself and pumped her pussy full of white goo. Evelyn came down pretty quickly -- and she had her head together when she got there. "Teddy, Honey, I'm all gooey! I can't let Alonzo in me all sloppy like this!" She switched over onto her back and turned to Alnozo and said, "Bring Momma that beautiful chocolate cock to suck while Teddy cleans my pussy!"

Alonzo had to lift Ted's mouth off his erection; Ted was gone ... He raised Ted up and crawled out from under him, then took him by the base of the neck and pulled his face into Evelyn's fresh creampie. "Suck that up, Little Man." Darla and I nearly ran over each other trying to get the proper shot; I settled for Evelyn sucking in Alonzo's pole while Darla got the creampie sucking. Ted didn't fight it at all; Evelyn held his head to her gooey snatch and writhed under his tongue and you could hear him sucking.

When she was clean, Evelyn pushed Ted back. "Let Alonzo climb up and put his cock in me, Honey. Watch a real man at work..." Ted got down on the floor and Evelyn pulled his head against her bulging belly and said, "Okay, grab that big black cock and plug it in for Momma now..." Ted did it; I realized that he was totally toasted. Evelyn took one of Ted's hands and put it on his cock, starting him jacking, then reached under to play with his balls. There was a minor problem with her tendency to squeeze his balls while she orgasmed, but if I yelled, she would remember and let go. Alonzo rode her through three. I think what got Alonzo off, though, was playing with Ted's asshole -- well, that and Ted's reaction. After very little of that, Ted creamed all over Evelyn's right hip and the front of the couch, and Alonzo followed him -- from the excitement, no doubt. Alonzo backed up and fed Ted a mouthful of dick, then backed out of the way so Evelyn could get Ted's face in her twat for the second creampie cleanup.

Mike was running the 'pimp cam'; Alonzo backed out of things and motioned to me and led me out of the way of all the pesky microphones to tell me, "We're maxed out, Man -- this thing has GOT to be GREAT!"

"Yeah, tend to agree," I nodded.

"We'll get the money tomorrow for the extras. I bet this thing doesn't take much at all to edit! That Darla was GREAT with her camera!" he gibbered.

In the next room, I heard Evelyn howl, "MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"

"Evelyn's gone, too..." Alonzo mused. "Let's cover for Mike. I may fuck Ted's ass, if you don't mind..." When we got back, Mike had put the camera on the tripod and Darla was fine-tuning it while he pounded Evelyn. Evelyn was still on her back; Mike just threw her legs over his shoulders. She seemed delirious. Alonzo wandered off and came back with a big bottle of some kind of lube. He squatted down next to Ted and said, "Suck on Momma's titty, Little Man, and play with your little pee-pee." Ted, who apparently had no will of his own at this point, followed instructions. Alonzo lubed his asshole and started running a finger in and out, but Ted merely whined some and jacked himself harder. Alonzo shifted to two fingers, and then to three, using both hands; Ted just didn't seem to get it. Only when Alonzo poked his glans through Ted's anal ring did Ted look up and bleat -- and Alonzo just looked fierce and said, "Suck Momma's titty!"

After a bit, Mike blew his second nut and Evelyn came down from her high to find Ted with a dick in his ass and her right nipple in his mouth. She cooed at him and told him what a good boy he was and played with his balls until Alonzo unloaded in him -- and Ted unloaded onto the couch again. Mike got a nice shot of Ted lying on Evelyn's chest and one of Alonzo putting money in my hands and we packed it in. Milo and Darla made sure we had the media and copies of all of the contracts and we agreed to meet early Monday evening for a screening at Mike's studio.

"Are you two gonna be all right?" I asked as I drove Evelyn and Ted back to the store. Ted was dazed and almost unresponsive, but Evelyn said, "Yeah, I think so. We may be out for a couple of days. Do you need us for tomorrow?"

"I don't think so. I'll call you if I do," I promised. At the store, we put Ted in Evelyn's car and Evelyn drove off. I went upstairs. Darla and Cheryl were there, briefing Luz and Carmen; Milo had gone directly home.

I was aroused and angry and sure I'd done something unforgivably evil; I took one look around me and Luz had big black crosshairs right between her eyes. I grabbed her by the arm and shoved her along ahead of me to my bedroom, slammed the door and proceeded to rip her clothes off and buttfuck her.

It was supposed to be punishment, but Luz -- being Luz -- got into it. It was messy and I know I hurt her some, but that seemed to add something for her; she got off big time, wailing my name loud enough to awaken the girls when she got her cum. I got mine a couple of minutes later and made her clean the shit off my dick with her mouth -- and that was okay, too. Apparently, I was just being a man ... In fact, it seemed that I was even more dear to her after that; before, I was some angelic personage who quixotically did nice things for her -- but after, I was a real live man who could be a sonofabitch like the rest of them. It made me real to her, somehow. And if I thought she was loyal before...

In the morning, I noticed a similar affect on Darla; apparently, the discovery that I did have limits and I could get pissed and I would do something about it -- something that acknowledged ownership -- made her feel better about us, weirdly. She was all solicitude as Luz made breakfast. "Are you okay, Donnie?"

"Yeah, it was just a bunch of things," I grumbled. "Luz put Carmen on me -- that was the icing on the cake -- but a lot of shit went down yesterday. I think I was having a reaction to watching that poor fuck, Ted..." I pulled her on my lap to rub her big belly and her titties. How long had it been? A month? I'd had nothing at all. Now I had four women under my roof and access to a fifth ... I owned two and treated them like it -- do you rub your old lady's ass in public? If you do, does she bitch you out? I sat there, remembering getting an odd look from a woman in the grocery store the previous week and realizing I'd been rubbing Darla's ass while she was bent over, digging for hamburger at the meat counter. I got odd looks a lot, when I thought about it; going places with two highly pregnant women will do that, especially when you exhibit no-boundaries familiarity with BOTH of them. Cheryl wasn't much different, even though she had every right to be; I had bad habits carried over from the other two and she just didn't object...

Carmen, on the other hand, had obviously been scared by my antics of the previous night; she dressed conservatively and didn't exploit her penetration of my defenses -- and eyed me as if I were a dangerous wild animal. Well, that was probably for the best...

I went to work as usual, but got out early; the girls needed to be available for Monday Night Football. I gathered Darla, Luz, and Cheryl and we rolled up in front of the studio building Mike had identified to us the previous evening around three-thirty. It wasn't 'Offshoot Productions'; that was apparently just Mike at this point. But he worked for some other people under contract and knew quite a few more ... There were two additional guys there; one was a lawyer and one was a distributor's agent, there to see the product. "This isn't the final movie," Mike explained. "This is the raw footage. What you have to understand is that this was done live in one take -- actually, it becomes obvious as you watch it. The thing that makes this so good is that it is totally genuine..." Darla went back to the projection room and they fed the VCRs or whatever, putting the feeds up on two screens. Darla was there to see that a copy wasn't made and we didn't get ripped off, mostly, although Mike left her in there and let her fine-tune things while he came out and did commentary.

It didn't need much. It didn't need much of anything. I wanted to beat my meat something awful, but sat through it; there was the occasional moan or groan from the girls and a lot of uncomfortable shuffling around from the other guys. When the lights came up, the distributor's rep was red-faced and the lawyer was wiping his face with a handkerchief, having been obviously sweating. "How did you get this?" the rep croaked.

Mike waved at me. "It was a matter of timing. Evelyn and her husband were on the brink of turning their relationship upside down and we took advantage of the opportunity. It was pure serendipity."

"It's pure sex!" the rep rasped. "I need a nut, bad!"

"Luz!" I snapped my fingers. I don't know where that came from, but she was up out of her seat and kneeling in front of the distributor's rep before I had second thoughts. Between the excitement and Luz's magic mouth, he lasted about eight seconds. The lawyer sat there, bug-eyed, watching, until Cheryl got up and stood over him and said, "What about you, Honey? Full balls?" It was kind of cute; Cheryl is imposing and the lawyer looking up at her, agape, was a reminder of some of Ted's expressions on video. He took the blowjob -- and lasted a little longer, but nothing amazing. The distributor's rep eyed me and said, "So you're really a pimp?"

"I prefer to think of myself as their business partner," I replied, giving out the standard line.

Luz erupted, "Boss not pimp! Pimps are nasty! We love Boss!"

"Luz..." I called her down.

"Well..." She looked sulky.

"My dialogue in the movie is acting -- I don't kill people," I explained. "I could go into how I'm not a pimp and what the differences are, but you would find it boring."

"Where are the stars?" the distributor's rep asked.

"Ted is ... traumatized. Evelyn asked me to handle things. I can call her -- even get her here -- if you like, but they're taking a down day. Evelyn has to get Ted stabilized, if you know what I mean," I explained. The rep nodded. Suddenly concerned, I got on the phone anyway. "Evelyn? How's it going?" I put the phone on speaker.

"I kept Teddy home -- told them at his job that he's sick," Evelyn replied. "Certainly, he needs a lot of TLC. I might be able to send him out to work tomorrow, but he'll never be, well, a man, again."

"What's he doing now?" I asked.

Evelyn sounded a bit embarrassed. "I've started producing milk, and Teddy needs comfort..." She didn't have to draw us a map. "Teddy, Baby, say Hi to Uncle Don..."

"Hi Uncle Don..." came a mumble. There was a pause and Ted asked quietly, "Evvie? Yesterday, you said Uncle Don..."

"What, Baby? Oh. I said Uncle Don would give me my next baby, didn't I? That's up to Uncle Don, Baby. He can if he wants to."

"Oh. Okay." Disappointment, followed by acceptance. I sighed quietly, saddened for the poor fuck; he was thoroughly broken, obviously.

"I may have to have Teddy quit his job," Evelyn mused. "I don't think he is ready to face a lot of men right now."

"You may want to keep him out for the rest of the week and slowly acclimate him," I pointed out. "Teddy?"

"Yes, Uncle Don?"

"What happened yesterday is a secret, Son. It doesn't show on your face, and it isn't tattooed on you anywhere. People won't know if you don't tell them."

"Yes, Uncle Don."

"Things are going well, Evelyn," I related. "The video is everything we thought it was."

"Oh, good! I'd hate to think we wasted the opportunity. I need to pay some attention to Teddy now. Bye!" Before the phone shut off, we hear her say, "The left one now, Baby..."

"I was thinking we should try to keep it to two hours -- try to isolate the best of the best -- some split-screens..." Mike blurted into the silence. "Maybe a limited edition with both viewpoints on it..."

"At least," the distributor's rep grunted. "What do your contracts with these people look like?"

"Standard stuff, but generous," Mike replied.

"No fucking wonder! I saw you in the flick -- who handled the cameras? I thought this was everyone?" The rep looked around.

"Darla!" I yelled.

"Boss?" Darla stuck her head out of the booth.

"She ran things when Mike was busy," I explained. "I did a little, but it was mostly Darla."

"Who did Ted?"

"Darla."

"I'm gonna try to hire her -- she has a helluva eye," Mike declared.

"No shit," the rep declaimed. "We want this -- exclusive." He paused, eyeing Mike. "Standard rates won't cut it, will they?"

"No fuckin' way," Mike agreed.

"Awright. We'll double up. Add ten thousand in advance against royalties for the actors and crew. We're probably going to start this in our limited market for edgy stuff at a couple of hundred a copy -- and copy-protect the dog shit out of it. Make the limited edition and the general release and call me; you couldn't fuck this up with a hacksaw. Leo, get signatures and write the man a check," he told the lawyer.

We dickered in place -- right in front of the lawyer -- and I took the additional ten thousand we'd originally agreed upon and five of the distributor's advance. Mike leaned on Darla to call him about working with him, part time at least. Alonzo just grinned and shook everyone's hand; he knew he was going to be a porn star. We released a copy of the raw footage to Mike and one to Alonzo. The distributor's rep and the lawyer BOTH took business cards for the cleaning business; the lawyer was going to want to see Cheryl again, for certain.

We loaded up and got out of there.



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Chapter 13


At that point, things were suddenly business as usual. We went home and I settled in to watch Monday Night Football and bounce little girls on my lap and my three available staff members hit the street going out to football parties. Carmen confined herself to watching the children. Manny called and wanted to come over, so I ordered submarine sandwiches for dinner for everybody and he picked them up. At some point or another, while Carmen was out of the room, he asked about her. "You're a dirty old man, Manny. She's the live-in babysitter -- and that's all."

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for asking..." Manny retorted.

"No, you can't," I agreed. "There was some initial confusion, but she got a look at my long fangs the other day and is properly fearful."

Manny laughed. "Nice tits on her."

"Very nice," I agreed. "Sometimes, though..."

"Yeah." We went back to football. Once the kids were settled, Carmen stayed out of sight.

The girls came home without incident. Manny decided on the spur of the moment to try Cheryl out, so she took him to 'her' room; they both came back in thirty minutes or so, apparently happy with the results, then Manny hit the street and we went to bed. I had my work cut out for me; Darla got there first, but Luz was ... needy. Johns hadn't done it for her -- or maybe she was looking for some reassurance that all was well again -- and it was, of course.

Tuesday evening was more or less normal for Darla, Cheryl, and Luz. I stayed downstairs in the office for a while in order to avoid discomfort with Carmen; the way things were headed, we might have to replace her, which was too bad. Evelyn and Ted came in around seven; Ted seemed fine until he saw me, then he seemed to deflate.

I went to work trying to fix things, telling him that despite what he might think, he did a bang-up job Sunday -- which was nothing but the truth. "I know you're probably embarrassed, but you were helping Evelyn, which is what you were there for. You know a lot of that stuff was crap, don't you? Remember when they asked me about rubbers and I said I would kill everybody?"

"Yeah."

"I've never killed anyone in my life..." That sounded lame...

"Why did you let them?" Ted asked.

"Let them what?" I asked.

"You let them do Evvie without a rubber."

The simple answer, of course, was that I knew instinctively that it would move things to a new level. But could I say that? Well, maybe... "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"What if one of them has something?"

"I guess I'll kill them," I said with a straight face.

Evelyn rescued me with, "Uh, Don -- I'm keeping Teddy home for the week. I'm trying to give him a solid foundation in reality before trying to build him up again."

"Oh," I mused. "So we're in the no bullshit zone?"

"Uh huh." Evelyn nodded.

"Let me start over, then," I said, turning to Ted. "You STILL did a bang-up job on Sunday. You accomplished what we wanted you to accomplish -- but it may not have been what you THOUGHT you were accomplishing."

"What was I doing, Don?" Ted asked tonelessly.

"You probably know this, but I guess I'm gonna have to tell you, anyway..." I pursed my lips and looked around the room and at Evelyn, who just sat there waiting, and at the top of my desk. Finally, I met his eyes. "You were taking a crash course in how to be Momma's favorite little Pussy Boy."

Ted's expression went bleak, so I added, "Come on, you knew that, didn't you? You can admit it -- it's just us, here."

"I ... suspected..." he muttered, gazing at the floor. "Why?"

"That's a long story," I said, settling back in my chair. It wasn't going to be easy to explain, either. I had a pad of paper on my desk and a pen... "In the first place, Son, we merely accelerated something that was already in process -- but you know that."

"I do?"

"You do. You deliberately set it in motion. I've had a couple of talks with you now and it was always clear to me that you did it deliberately," I insisted.

"I don't understand," Ted said disconsolately.

"This might take a while," I sighed. "Evelyn, come over here and sit on my lap so he can sit in the chair." Evelyn nodded and got up, came around the desk, and settled onto my lap. Ted sat, somewhat relieved to be able to -- but bothered about Evelyn, who made herself entirely too comfortable on my lap. Well, we would get to that ... I wasn't super-thrilled with where this conversation was going, but Ted was Evelyn's and this was how she wanted it handled... "Okay, now that we're organized ... Ted, you set it in motion that night when you made the bet with Evelyn and took her to the party -- and then made her pay up. Now, you had reasons that night and you gave them to me and they might have stood on their own -- but they were symptoms, not the disease."

"I still don't understand..."

"I don't expect you to -- or to admit it, at least, at this juncture." I took the pad and turned it sideways and drew a couple of 'X'es in what was now the top left corner, then spun it around for him to look at. "This is where you were on that night, " I said, pointing to the top X. "In charge, in control, responsible. This was Evelyn," I added, pointing at the lower X. "Not at rock bottom, by any means, but she had subordinated herself to you and was trying to be a good girl. But that presented some problems, didn't it?"

"Well..."

"Let's go into why," I resumed. "Evelyn is a party girl -- you said it yourself. She likes dicks -- big dicks, on real men -- and she likes more than one occasionally. Now, a party girl is a lot of fun, but only two types of guys can tolerate them in a permanent relationship. The first type is a serious, top-end real man who runs several women at the same time anyway, so if she slips the leash and gets plowed by some strange, it's just entertainment; it's understood at the outset that he doesn't give a shit about fidelity as long as she returns to the stable after her fun. The second type ... Well, the second type isn't a real man. He can offer the trappings and comfort and security, but she's not going to be satisfied, sexually -- and he's going to have to put up with that. And to keep real men with big dicks from snaring her and luring her away, he has to give her ... everything."

I had his full attention, now. He was up and alert, his eyes on me, wary. I continued. "On the surface, these two types react the same. Both of them can sit back and watch their party girl take dick from multiple sources. But the real man does it so she can scratch her itch and he can enjoy watching and can enjoy other people benefitting from his benevolence -- because ultimately, if she becomes a problem, he can dispense with her and not get seriously hurt. Guys who are NOT real men, however, do it because they have to, in order to hang on to their party girl and keep her happy. Ultimately, they'll do just about ANYTHING to keep their party girl happy..."

Ted had that look in his eye -- the one that said he was hearing something painfully true. I kept going. "Party girls are easy to acquire, because virtually no one wants them. Even relationships with the kind of real men who will take them in and share them out for fun aren't stable, because that real man is always going to withhold a part of himself and keep her at arm's length. This is so he can remain in control -- and incidentally, so she can't hurt him. Our second type of guy is all commitment, because it's all he can bring to bear. I bet Evelyn wasn't real hard to talk into marriage, was she? You offered to overlook her gang-bangs and give her love and comfort and support ... Her reaction probably wasn't all you'd hoped it could be, either -- it was probably on the order of, 'I may as well -- I can't do any better, anyway.' Am I close?"

Ted looked like I'd stabbed him; his mouth opened and closed and he looked at Evelyn as though she'd betrayed him. I raised a hand, "Evelyn and I haven't discussed this at all, Son. If I'm on target, it's just because I've had time to think about it."

Ted settled back, not saying anything. I was skinning him alive and there wasn't much he could do but leave. I could see him thinking about taking that option, but Evelyn stirred herself on my lap, "Teddy, you wanted to know the truth. Let's get it over with -- then we can move on."

Ted settled back, warily. Evelyn looked up at me and I resumed. "So, hey, let's fast-forward some. You two get married and Evelyn turns up pregnant pretty quick and she decides that she really needs to be a good girl for you. So she swears off cocks, totally -- yours is no loss, so it isn't hard. But that poses a problem -- you see, you're doing all that heavy man stuff and way out beyond your comfort zone and Evelyn is taking it all in, but you're not getting any benefit. Maybe it's pregnancy ... But a couple of pregnant hookers come along and you realize that it isn't THAT, either. So it's time to give Evelyn a little push -- it'll be worth it to have her take a couple of dicks if it gets her back -- you were prepared to deal with that anyway, knowing she needed them and you couldn't provide enough."

Ted looked REALLY bothered at this point -- I'd called it perfectly, I could tell. It was only a little different than what he'd actually presented to me, but those differences were key things that he couldn't admit to ANYONE.

"Okay," I continued, "Now we're coming to where things start to happen." I pointed at the diagram. "Since you were going to allow Evelyn to fulfill her needs -- forced it on her, in fact -- there was no reason for her to hang out here anymore..." I pointed at the lower 'X', "so she moved up. This was actually a good thing, wasn't it? You were way out there doing the whole responsibility and breadwinner thing, but it was HARD and you were having a tough time with it, because there are real man things involved -- and you just don't have all that in you. So when Evelyn took charge and started bringing in money and taking responsibility and being the breadwinner, it took a load off you, didn't it?"

Ted hung his head. "Yes..."

"Okay, Ted, now that the big picture is out of the way, we can go into Sunday night, all right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. You were on your way, whether you knew it or not. You see, now that you aren't in charge, you have to be out there, giving Evelyn the things she wants and needs and making her happy. Since you don't provide her with money and the things money can buy, that more or less leaves your personal service -- waiting on her hand and foot to keep her happy so she doesn't leave. That's where you were headed." I drew a long diagonal line from the 'X' that had been his earlier position at the top left to the bottom right of the page. "This is where you were headed. It was going to be gradual and take time, but that's where you were headed. This is WAY down the slope -- nowhere near almost equals -- but you were going to give it all up in small chunks, relatively painlessly, making those decisions that kept Evelyn happy and from thinking about leaving you. Sunday changed all that."

"How?"

"Because on Sunday, someone saw an opportunity to benefit from your descent. You see, there is an audience out there of guys who get a kick out of being on top of some poor sonofabitch -- and nothing says 'I'm top dog' like fucking your woman right under your nose. By Sunday, you'd already been there and done that, but people had been polite about it. On Sunday, a guy called who wanted to rub your nose in it, big time -- and was willing to pay good money for the opportunity. Now, part of the fun of this is pushing you, so you're stressed and unhappy about it, so he can see your reactions, understand? As things were, you were gonna slide down the slope easy, like this -- very little stress over a period of time." I drew a flat line across the bottom of the page. "It was worth money, though, to have you come down rapidly, like this..." I drew a near vertical line from the 'X' that was Ted to the bottom of the page, "which would cause you a lot of highly visible stress." I drew another line with a sharp upward trend. "Frankly, as we negotiated the whole thing, it was apparent that the shit we were going to put you through was well worth the price the customer was willing to pay -- and like I said, you were headed there, anyway -- this merely accelerated things. But then the customer came up with the bright idea of videoing the whole thing for the enjoyment of a larger audience and the benefit went right off the scale!"

"Oh..." Ted looked a little green.

"You see, we were at a perfect point in time for this -- you were at the top of the slide, but already moving. You can't just do this any old time -- if you'd already been most of the way to the bottom, there would have been less stress, less reaction to what went on. So we had a window of opportunity that might not last long -- and we took it."

"Is it gonna happen again?" Ted asked.

"Probably not," I replied. "You've been there and done that -- so it won't be as tough on you, and it won't show up on video. As it is, you actually gave Evelyn a gift -- a big one -- because it is probably the most money she could hope to make out of your descent. Oh, it might be worthwhile to get more, but this was a masterpiece -- we wouldn't want to flood the market with something less. If people want a sequel, we'll look into it then."

"So did those guys mean all that nasty stuff they said?" Ted asked.

"Most of it, at least," I agreed.

"And Evvie?"

Evelyn closed one eye, thinking about it. "Probably. I can't remember anything specific, but I was having a good time and being pretty genuine about things."

Ted sat for a moment, gathering himself, then he pointed at her belly. "Is that mine?"

"Yes, Honey, it's yours -- no question. I was being a good girl," Evelyn told him.

"What about the next one?"

Evelyn looked a little sad. "No, Honey, the next one will probably belong to someone else. Right now, Don is the front runner; he's my man, my protector. You understand, don't you, Honey?"

Ted, avoiding the question, turned to me. "You wouldn't do that, would you? I mean..."

"Why shouldn't I?" I replied. "I already have -- why should I stop?"

"It's not right."

"Evelyn says what's right -- from your perspective," I retorted. "And I determine what's right from hers! You don't get a vote!" I got a little pissed. There was something about Ted that was bullshit, pretense -- he was a mouse pretending to be a rat. Now, I like to think I'm a nice guy, but Ted just wasn't a man -- and he was trying to claim the rights of one. I popped Evelyn on the butt. "Get up and take your shit off, Honey -- I need a piece of ass."

"Yes, Don." Evelyn hopped up. "Teddy, would you get my zipper, please?"

Ted's face turned gray. "So it's like that, huh?"

I cocked my head. "And you're surprised? Son, you WATCHED her blow me the other day..."

"Teddy..." Evelyn looked mildly irritated. "Now, Honey -- be a good boy."

"Evvie..."

"If you do it at all, you do it for Don! Now get over here!" Evelyn snapped.

Ted got up and came over, whining, "This isn't nice!"

"It isn't supposed to be, Son," I told him. "Evelyn wants you to understand where you are and what you're good for. Lucky for you, I don't have a queer bone in my body -- but if she asks me to real nice, I might suffer through teaching you where you stand on that front, too."

Ted unzipped Evelyn's zipper; she just raised her arms so he could pull off the maternity dress. "Get my bra, Honey." Ted unsnapped it and the let it fall from her chest and gathered it in one hand and held it out to the side for him to collect without looking at him. He took it and she came forward and pressed herself against me, leaning up for a kiss, "How do you want me?"

"Can you still do missionary?" I asked her. "I'm tired of doggie."

"On the desk?" she asked.

"No mattresses here -- or even rugs," I replied.

"We need to fix that," she said distractedly as she backed up to the desk and hopped up on it. "How's this? Teddy, please get my panties?"

"Why should I?" Ted whined.

"Because she knows I'll shred 'em, and then she won't have any!" I rasped. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him at Evelyn. "Do as you're told!" Ted waded in and removed Evelyn's panties, revealing her puffy pink pussy. Evelyn put her feet up, spread wide, on the edge of the desk.

Evelyn wasn't done. "Teddy, I'm not wet yet -- would you lick me, Honey, while I suck Don for a bit? Get me nice and wet..." Ted looked mulish, but I just eyed him, mildly disgusted, and he got down between Evelyn's thighs. I went around to where Evelyn's head was hanging over the front of the desk and helped brace her neck while she sucked on my cock. Ted sucked and tongued, but his eyes tended to be on my cock as it traveled in and out from between Evelyn's lips; at one point, I told him, "Get her off -- I want her wet from that, not just your slobber."

That took a few minutes; after a while, I glared at Ted and he put more attention into what he was doing and a bit after that, Evelyn shuddered through a small climax. "Party time!" I announced and unplugged, circling the desk. Ted couldn't get clear fast enough -- but he lingered to watch me wipe the tip of my glans along her split and slowly sink into her.

Evelyn started panting almost immediately. She turned to Ted and said, "Bring me something to suck so I don't yell too loud and disturb the security people." So Ted circled around and she took him into her mouth -- but I could tell she wasn't working at it. She was just using him for a pacifier.

She was good; I enjoyed her pussy a lot. She seemed to have pretty good control over it and she wasn't a dead fuck -- and she made loud noises around Ted's cock twice before my nuts crawled up inside me and I fired off a big load in her snapping pussy. Ted watched every stroke with that weird look on his face that said it hurt but he was enjoying the pain. After she got her second, I think I telegraphed the fact that I was close; she reached up and started playing with Ted's nuts and his asshole and he squatted a little to give her access. He got all red in the face and when I lit off, he started grunting; Evelyn popped her mouth off his dick, but I think she had a finger up his ass because he was humping a little as he dribbled a nut on the floor. As I stood there, soaking my cock in Evelyn's snatch, Ted grumped, "Why did you... ?"

Evelyn wrinkled her nose. "Yours tastes nasty, Honey." Then she reached up and patted his cheek, "Now don't be mad -- you came, didn't you?" She sat up bolt-upright, braced on her elbows, and said, "I'm all gooey." She turned her head to look at Ted and he looked stricken, but after a pause for thought, she asked, "Can I come up and take a shower?"

I grunted. "Sure, Baby. Ted, put yourself together -- I have to lock this place up. There is a bathroom in there -- get some toilet paper or something and mop up your spooge, will you?" We waited for that and then I sent him back to wait in the lobby while I led Evelyn, naked, with cum running down her leg, up the back stairs to our condo. Carmen got an eyeful -- there wasn't much I could do about it with her standing there at the entrance to the stairwell -- but I had her make sure the girls were elsewhere. I went down to the living room and sat in front of the TV while Evelyn got clean and dry, then escorted her back downstairs to the lobby.

"Thanks, Don," she said as we went down.

"You're welcome, I guess, Hon," I replied. "Ted brings out the worst in me; I seldom feel bad while I'm doing shit to him, but my conscience bothers me after. He IS male, you know."

"There is male and there is male, Don -- you know that, because you explained it to him. You put it better than I could have. Teddy may be male technically, but he's something less when you get in there deep -- and you know it. He's going to be babysitting the kids and wearing an apron and cleaning my house -- and entertaining my men. And you know what? He's going to be generally happy about it. I think he likes a little dick, actually."

"Could be," I agreed, remembering his reaction to Alonzo. We hit the bottom of the stair. "Let me get you your money."

"Give me five thousand and hold the rest, Don -- I might get stupid with more."

"You trust me?" I asked.

"Implicitly."

I gave her what she asked for and escorted her up the back hallway to the lobby, where Evelyn twisted the knife by giving me a big, tongue-swallowing kiss right in front of Ted. I patted her ass and she circled the security desk and said, "Come on, Teddy -- let's go home. I don't feel like working tonight."

Jorge sat looking at me, not trusting himself to ask questions. "Yeah, they're married," I supplied. "Yeah, I fucked her -- right in front of him."

"How do you do it?" he asked.

"Even I don't know. There was a miracle. I'm catching up for fifteen years or so of doing without," I replied. That put an end to the conversation, so I headed upstairs and back to TV.

When Cheryl came in a couple of hours later, I guess Carmen grabbed her right away. After a bit, Cheryl stuck her head in the door and said, "Don? What happened with Evelyn?"

"What?" I looked up. "Oh." Carmen was hanging out in the background, so I figured that some comment had been made. "Evelyn has the hammer down on Ted. She wanted to show him that Sunday wasn't an isolated incident and that he could expect to have to do the cuckold thing regularly -- and she needed a man for that. So I played amateur psychologist and told poor Ted he was fucked because he wanted to be and then I fucked Evelyn -- right under his nose, of course. She came up here to clean up." I shook my head. "I told Evelyn that Ted brings out the worst in me; I don't seem to mind screwing with him at the time, but I feel bad later. Actually, we're giving him more or less what he wants -- but it seems ... I dunno ... unnatural."

"Actually, it probably isn't, really," Cheryl said, coming further into the room to stand by my chair. "When we were cave men, small tribes were probably like big polygamous families. Somebody was always the alpha male, and permanent mating wasn't so much a thing. If you weren't on top of the heap, you probably took what was left and you didn't get in the way of the guy who was -- and sometimes, you probably took some crap from him while he rubbed your nose in the fact that all the women in the tribe were his whenever he wanted them. The guy on the bottom of that heap would be Ted..." She stood there for a moment, musing. "I studied primate behavior in college once ... Seems like it's been forever. I think I read somewhere that a modern primate will rape another male to teach him his place."

I nodded. "Maybe that's where the bug comes from."

Luz came in about then, just as Cheryl said, "Carmen thought you'd raped another woman."

I blinked. "I don't rape my women."

"You raped Luz!" Carmen erupted.

"No he didn't!" Luz tittered. "He reminded me who was boss, but it wasn't rape. I had an orgasm!"

I looked at Carmen. "I learned that Luz is hard to punish with a cock. That was largely over you, by the way -- I don't like being manipulated."

Darla came in about then. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I rasped, getting up. "There have been a bunch of misunderstandings, I guess. Evelyn dragged Ted around for me to fuck over." I was going to go back down to the office, but the furnishings were limited and there was no TV. "Y'all get out of here and leave me alone for a while -- I'm fed up and need some peace."

"Yes, Donnie." Darla shooed the others out. A little while later, Luz brought in a TV table with my dinner on it. The girls went out on second appointments, usually with just a wave at me as they headed out the door. I had a beer and a second beer and was sitting there thinking about getting a third when Carmen put one down on the TV table.

"I'm sorry," she ventured.

"For what?" I asked. "Worrying about me abusing women? You're allowed to worry about that. I was TRYING to abuse Luz, but that's difficult."

"From what Luz says, you weren't trying very hard."

"Next time I'll spank her."

"Luz says you were just being the man. Darla says you're the sweetest guy she's ever known, and that you put up with a lot and you deserve to be obeyed."

"Yeah, whatever," I grunted, embarrassed. "I'm not done being cranky yet. Run along, okay? Apology accepted." I waved her off. "Keep the beer coming, though." I tried to bury myself in TV. A couple of hours later, with a six-pack in me, I staggered off to the bathroom. While I was pissing, I heard someone say, "He's drinking a lot."

Darla replied, "He's got a lot on his mind. He didn't have to take responsibility for Luz and me, or Cheryl, or Evelyn and her wimp husband. He didn't have to sink a lot of his savings into a nice place for us to live..."

"Damn right, I didn't!" I slurred, letting them know I was listening.

"Well, since you're hearing things, then..." Darla replied, "When he gets done being mad, he's gonna want a woman -- and we're gonna treat him like the King of Siam, because if anyone deserves it, Donnie does -- right girls?"

"Yeah, yeah." I grunted. "Probably won't be tonight. Somebody get me another brew."

"Tonight, we let him get drunk and make sure he doesn't hurt himself and clean up the mess when he gets sick," Darla told her unseen audience. "Tomorrow, we call in sick for him and keep the noise down while he pays for it."

"Sounds like a fuckin' plan!" I gusted, and staggered out of the bathroom. I think I had help getting back to the recliner. I don't remember shit after that...



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Chapter 14


Wednesday morning went more or less as predicted. The alarm nearly killed me, it hurt my head so bad; I have no idea how I made it to bed. One of the girls called in for me -- and when the boss wanted to hear it from me, I managed to croak something into the phone. Someone pumped me full of ibuprofen and water and made me a virgin mary or two -- I don't know who, because I couldn't bear to open my eyes. I wanted to cry like a baby, my head hurt so bad; I stuck my face between someone's titties and tried to sleep. It was three in the afternoon before I approached being human. I got up to pee and decided to shower -- but I couldn't. After some discussion, Cheryl ran me a tub full of water and I took a bath -- and she and Darla washed me like I was an invalid. Then they dragged me back to bed and tried to get food down me. Donna and Faye came in and stood in the doorway looking worried. "They're upset that you're sick," Carmen related.

"I'll be fine, and you can't catch it," I croaked, and waved them over. They crawled into bed and snuggled up and we watched cartoons for a while, the volume down low. All three of us fell asleep.

The next time I awakened, it was dark. Luz brought in dinner on a tray -- soup and sandwiches -- and I sucked it down with a fairly good appetite. "Next time I decide to get drunk, hand me a switch and bend over the couch so only my conscience hurts and not my head," I grunted.

"That would just make things worse," Darla opined from the doorway.

"Probably."

"We're headed out," Darla announced. "Evelyn is in, too. Ted is answering phones. They're not to disturb you for anything short of an emergency. Yell for Carmen if you need anything."

"About Carmen..."

"She's fine, Boss. Don't worry about it."

So I stayed in the bedroom. God knows I didn't want beer. I got up to pee a couple of times and watched TV, but it was boring. Carmen brought the little ones in to look in on me and kiss me good night, then took them off to bed. I was snoozing when Carmen came back in, wearing a nightgown. This rig wasn't filmy lingerie, but it wasn't flannel, either; I took notice. "Do you need anything?" she asked.

"No..."

"Are you sure?" She came close and bent over and my eyeballs were trapped between her hanging breasts.

"N--no."

Carmen's eyes got a liquid glow to them, "Do you WANT anything?"

"Isn't this where we were the other night?" I croaked. "I'd have thought that the stuff that happened in between then and now would have put an end to that."

"I learned some things," Carmen said softly. "I had ... romantic ideas. And I didn't really understand how it is between men and women."

"Oh? How is it, then?" If she kept talking, I would manage to find a reason to send her away, right?

She settled onto the bed beside me, on top of the covers. It removed her cleavage from directly under my eyeballs, but she was very close, leaning against my arm. The nightgown rode up, exposing a lot of thigh. "Men protect women from the outside world; they give them things and are responsible and take care of them. Women take care of men..."

"That sounds like the 1950's, Hon," I argued. "Most people would say you haven't caught on yet. Nowadays, women are actualized. All of my girls work outside the home."

"But who protects them out there?" Carmen replied. "Who gives them a place and worries about their health and handles all of the things that make it worthwhile? Who looks at the big picture? They could be on street corners and in jail and have no money even though they work and have no way to go to the doctor..." Carmen waved. "This roof over their heads -- you paid for that, didn't you?"

"They're paying me back," I argued.

"Yes, but your responsibilities grow all the time," Carmen pointed out. "Soon Darla and Luz will have babies -- and you already protect Donna and Faye. There are other ways of paying a person back besides money -- and other ways of being responsible besides agreeing to pay. You assume much responsibility for things that are not strictly your problem -- and you do it freely."

"I'm a sucker."

"You are a good man," Carmen argued. "We owe you our loyalty and our love and respect -- and if you have to remind us sometimes, that is OUR fault!"

"You have a job here, Honey -- you get room and board and a little money and what you do is well worth it -- you don't owe me anything," I replied.

"I don't agree. Darla and Luz and Cheryl don't agree. I owe you more." She paused. "Very soon, I was going to be trying to do what they are doing -- and I would not have been good at it and I would have fallen into the hands of bad men, drugs, and death."

"You can thank Cheryl."

"You didn't have to accept me."

"I had no reason to say no. I don't want sex from you because you think you owe me," I erupted, seeing the way out.

"I do not offer sex for that reason," Carmen replied. "But I do offer my loyalty and respect -- even love, if you will accept it."

"Okay." No sex? Damn. I wanted it, even though I didn't see how I deserved it. I was fighting her on it -- but I wanted to lose.

She half-turned toward me and took my chin in her hand so I would look at her. "I offer sex because I want it."

"Well, that's different," my mouth said before I got control of it.

Her eyelids drooped. "I thought it might be." She rolled up on her knees and one hand and used the other to hold my head and make sure our lips made proper contact. I threw my hands up and made to push her away -- but my hands were doing more pulling and caressing than pushing. I bunched the nightgown under her armpits so I could get to skin and found ribs and a pair of big, hanging titties ... A voice in the back of my head said, 'You weren't going to do this... ' but it got shouted down immediately. Then I was feeling everything in reach and she was moaning into my mouth and we were scooting down so we could press ourselves closer together. The next thing I knew, her legs were over my elbows and I was gasping, "This is probably gonna hurt, but it won't last," and she nodded, looking up at me with huge, glowing eyes that watered a bit when I plunged into her, but rapidly recovered. And I went nuts, pounding away, but she moaned and gasped and made faces and clutched herself to me and made unmistakable sounds at least three times before the whole top of my head came off and I poured a quart of little wigglers into her swollen teenage snatch. Okay, it was probably more like a quarter cup, but it was a lot...

Somebody applauded, and somebody said, "Well, THAT'S out of the way..." -- Cheryl, it was. She came forward and asked Carmen, "So how was it?"

"Incredible! Simply incredible!" Carmen gasped. Darla made herself visible, too, grinning, as well as Luz.

"Bigger beds, Boss. We need bigger beds," Luz announced.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Around midnight," Darla replied. "We're all in for the night."

"How did it go?"

"Not bad -- three or four hundred apiece, plus the invoices."

"Okay."

"Want us to find somewhere else to sleep?" Darla offered.

"No, I probably tore Carmen up," I replied, eyeing her to see if she would disagree. She didn't. "I imagine you want to stay and cuddle, though, huh?"

"See? Bigger beds!" Luz insisted.

"Let's wait and see," I cautioned.

"I'm going to sleep in my room, I think," Cheryl announced, gave me a kiss, and wandered off. I ended up with Darla on one side, Carmen cuddled up tight, and Luz beyond Carmen.

In the morning, Darla got up with me and made me coffee and a light breakfast. "Luz is right -- we need bigger beds."

"I doubt it," I replied. "Carmen won't be staying."

"You underestimate yourself, Donnie," Darla insisted. "She's gonna want a lot of your attention -- and you enjoy giving it."

"I have plenty of girls..."

"Luz and I were the luck of the draw, Donnie," Darla insisted, "Even Cheryl was. But you wanted Carmen the moment you laid eyes on her -- and it was mutual."

"She's too young."

"Bullshit."

"I don't think two king beds will fit in that room," I replied, backing off.

"We'll take some measurements."

At work, I found it telling that Mike wasn't planning another huge poker party -- but he did ask after Ted and Evelyn. "They're ... adjusting..." I said carefully.

"Man, I might be evil or something, but I REALLY wanted to rub ol' Ted's nose in it..." Mike muttered.

I eyed him for a moment. "Talk to Evelyn. You realize that something like that isn't going to be flat rate, right? If you're willing to kick out for it, she might let you have your fantasy. It might cost a bit, though."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Depends, though, on how far you want to go. If you want to get REAL personal -- say, with Ted, even..."

"Oh, Man..." Mike wandered off, muttering to himself.

Mike called that night; I forwarded him to Evelyn, who called me back, after. "We're on for tomorrow night," she said. "Both of us."

"Think he's ready?"

"It's almost better if he's not."

Just because Mike wasn't doing poker didn't mean others weren't -- in fact, the Friday night vacancy led to two smaller parties on Friday and one on Saturday as others rushed to fill the gap. Friday night, I dispatched Darla and Cheryl to poker parties while Luz handled 'normal' traffic -- a couple of short 'cleaning' calls.

Evelyn and Ted came in about eleven -- and Ted was blubbering. "What's up?" I asked.

"Mike paid for two of us for four hours," Evelyn related, "and he got his money's worth. There were three of them. I got three good fucks and gave head a couple of times, and Teddy ate a couple of creampies and sucked one load from the source -- but I think what REALLY has him going is the fact that he blew a nut with a cock up his ass again."

Ted howled, "Evvie! Oh, Gawd!!!" -- and REALLY started blubbering!

Evelyn sighed and said, "He needs some TLC, but right now, I just don't have it in me."

"I've got no one on site but Carmen," I related. "I don't see him wanting to cuddle up to me."

"Well, she IS the babysitter," Evelyn giggled.

"No promises," I grunted.

I led them upstairs. I'd deliberately kept Ted banished, but he probably got the point by now. Carmen was sitting in the living room in her nightgown and seeing Ted didn't thrill her. I introduced them, saying, "Carmen, this is Evvie's little boy Teddy. Teddy is unhappy because a big, bad man fucked him up the ass and made him like it..." Ted lit off again. "Teddy needs some TLC, but Evvie fucked three guys bowlegged and doesn't have the energy or patience for it right now, so she's asking if you would mother him for a bit."

Carmen blinked at me. "You're kidding, right?"

"Well, no, actually. Teddy needs to stick his nose between a couple of big titties and have his head patted while he gets told he's actually a good boy -- and you have the biggest titties in the house..."

"You don't want me to..." Carmen began.

"Wouldn't think of it, Babe. Just mother him," I cut her off.

"Ted, come here," I bid, crooking a finger. "Go tell Mama Carmen all about it. Don't get any ideas, because she's just like your mama -- she doesn't dole out pussy to you -- just hugs and a shoulder to cry on, understand?"

"Yes, Don."

"Git. Carmen, we'll probably be right here, but if we aren't and he isn't behaving himself, you yell and I'll stomp his scrawny ass -- okay?"

"Okay..." Carmen looked nervous, but patted the couch beside her...

Evelyn and I settled into my recliner to watch; it was hilarious in some ways. Ted put his head in Carmen's lap and blubbered and Carmen rubbed his back and asked questions like, "Did it hurt?" I sat rubbing Evelyn's titties under her blouse, watching, until Ted quieted down. Once he started looking cried out, Evelyn gave me a kiss, got up, and collected him, saying, "Come on, Teddy, let's get you home and into bed." I saw them out, then went back to Carmen.

"That was strange..." she muttered.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, Hon -- I never anticipated that. If the little shit ever touches you inappropriately, I'll cut his balls off -- this wasn't about you giving him sex. Evelyn has probably had it up to her neck with him."

"I understand. Can I crawl into your lap?"

"Yes you can, Hon. I don't promise to be good, though."

"I don't want you to," Carmen replied, smiling saucily.

Darla came in to find Carmen learning how to give head; she got down beside her and coached until I unloaded and left her nothing to work with. Luz came in and went right to bed; I considered that serious so I went in to talk to her and discovered that her last call had been somewhat more than the anticipated simple call; there had been four guys and they'd been good and they'd paid up, but they'd turned her every which way but loose. "Next time, you call and we'll do something," I told her. "I can't have you getting hurt out there, even if no one means for it to happen." Luz nodded and went on off to sleep. Cheryl came in and I herded the girls into the bedroom and we all went to sleep soon after.

Saturday morning, I awoke to Carmen practicing her fellatio -- so I pulled her up and rolled her over and poked her pussy, which made her disposition sunny all day. Luz was still under the weather, so we shuffled things around and Cheryl took the card party and Darla and Evelyn took up the slack with 'cleaning' calls. Ted stayed home -- I liked that.

Sunday, we had football. Cheryl went out in a cheerleader uniform that got rave reviews and Darla took a party, leaving Luz the regular working calls. This time, things didn't backfire. But Mike called for Evelyn and Ted again...

They came back around eight and Ted was positively listless. "What happened?" I asked.

"Mike's friend apparently raved about Teddy's ass," Evelyn related. "I found out that I was only there to supervise; I lounged on the couch while Mike had Teddy blow him and then Mike fucked him. Teddy's having a hard time seeing how this helps our relationship."

I could see THAT, myself! "What have you done for him?" I asked.

"No much. Cuddled him some, and tried to give him a pep talk."

"Did you offer the boy some sex?"

"Don, I just can't anymore," she replied. "Thing have changed. I just ... can't."

"You can't just take him out to be somebody's bitch and leave it like that," I insisted.

"I can't fuck him either," Evelyn argued, "I get ... nauseated."

"Shit." I called upstairs. "Carmen, is Luz around?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good -- we're coming up. You may have to shelter the girls somewhere. Teddy's along."

"Yes, Don."

Upstairs, I explained things to Luz. "Evelyn's last customer edited her out of the equation totally and used Ted as his bitch. Ted's head is pretty fucked up. He needs to be on the banging end of a piece of ass -- and Evelyn has decided that the idea makes her ill."

"Okay, I got it." Luz took Ted into Cheryl's room and it took a while to get things started, but the from the noise, Ted took the bit in his teeth and went for the gusto. Ted came out looking recharged; I asked Luz quietly, "What happened?"

"Even a little dick can be good if you have the control," Luz replied. "He's only a little small. I know how to make my pussy snap. He knows he is still a man." She watched them leave. "They are not going to make it."

"Probably not," I agreed.

"But she owes Ted. WE owe Ted. We may need to help him."

"How?"

"He may end up in the business. We may need to send him out. He can do men the way he did tonight, or he can pamper women and be dominated."

"So you're saying we may want to keep him on the payroll?" I said, surprised.

"Yes. He could be valuable," Luz insisted.

"Huh! We'll see."

Monday, we had Monday Night Football. Luz went to Manny's -- not because she didn't think she could handle a party, but because he asked for her specifically -- something about 'bang for the buck.' Darla and Cheryl prepped themselves for parties -- but then we got a surprise...

Manny called; I could tell he was on speaker. "Don! You gotta get down herre, Man! All Hell's broken loose!"

I frowned, unable to fathom how THAT might happen between him and Luz. "What's up?"

"Boss! I made water!" Luz yelped.

"Huh?"

"I think she means her water broke, Man! Suddenly the place is soaking wet and she's hurtin'!"

"Contractions?"

"Yes, Boss. The baby comes!"

"Holy shit!" Motherhood season was open! "I'll be right down! Manny, if you got to, call an ambulance..."

"It's her first," Cheryl chimed in, "We've probably got hours." She turned to me. "What do you know about this?"

"Not a chicken, not a wing..." I said, shrugging.

"Not a mother fucking thing!" Cheryl finished. "Well, I've done it a couple of times. Why don't you call Evelyn in to handle my party and I'll run this? Ted can probably answer phones, worthless as he is..."

"Right." I stopped running in circles. "We'll be right there, Luz!"

"Okay, Boss! Manny's gonna need a REAL cleanup!"

"Yeah, we'll fix it..." ' ... somehow... ' I added to myself.

I called Evelyn and she promised to tow Ted in and take over Cheryl's call and Cheryl and I hit the street with a back seat full of towels. Forty minutes later, Luz was in Labor and Delivery at County General and I was doing my best to fill out her admission forms for her. "Who are you, exactly?" the clerk asked.

"I'm her employer -- but she lives with me, so I'm sort of in loco parentis." Cheryl nodded confirmation beside me.

"Uh huh. We need her medical records." The clerk was dubious.

"They're at the free clinic, I think." THAT got me a look. "Hey, I only just got her health insurance!" I protested.

"Here. They're still open until nine. Take this form in to Luz and get a signature, then go get them." Nodding, somewhat dazed, I went down to where Luz was waiting and dilating and got her signature and gave her a kiss. Cheryl took over bedside activities and I staggered out to the car and went off to the free clinic.

Gladys was on the desk. "What's up?"

"I need Luz's medical records."

"Why?"

"She's at County General."

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing -- she's in labor."

"Oh!" She took a look at the release and got up and started digging in the files. "We haven't seen them..."

"They've been off the street. I'm running a home for unwed mothers," I replied. "They're working, but it's outcall." When Gladys eyed me over her glasses, I shrugged. "We needed money for medical insurance. They had to do SOMETHING, and it's the only thing they're good at." Gladys thought about it and nodded. "Why don't you come up later and see her?" I offered. That REALLY set Gladys back!

"I ... I might just do that," she said hesitantly.

"I'll tell Luz you're coming." I signed for the records, snagged them and took off at a run.

It only took Luz four hours to pump out Raphael Donald Espinoza -- pussy control is big in these things, I'm told. She'd have had to practice by fucking an elephant, probably, but I guess toned is toned. The kid looked like Winston Churchill -- but they all do, even girls, at that age. He had a little hair already. I was holding the little fucker gingerly when lo and behold, Gladys wandered into Luz's room, joining the crowd of Darla, Cheryl, and me. She circled around and gave Luz a hug and asked, "So he's treating you okay?"

"Boss? Boss is PERFECT! Boss is superman! Boss should wear cape! I name baby after Boss!" Luz erupted.

"Aw, shucks..." I mumbled.

"Go away, Boss. Give me baby and go outside. We're going to talk about you -- and you always make noises when that happens!" Luz declared.

"Fine." Holding babies was scary, anyway. I went out to the waiting area.

Cheryl came out in a minute, her eyes twinkling. "You should HEAR the tales they're spinning -- all true, of course..."

"Of course." I rolled my eyes.

After another couple of minutes, Gladys came out. "Where do I find one of you?" she asked.

"I'm the only sucker I know," I said truthfully.

"I hear you're spread kind of thin, too. Got any available blocks of time?"

Was she coming on to me? "Gee, I dunno. Three to six a.m. might be open."

"Goody! Bedtime!" Holy shit, she WAS coming on to me!

"Uh, I'll have my assistant look at my schedule," I said nervously. I'd had her down as the nasty librarian type -- but there was some sultry Italian in there, now that I looked...

"What do you think of little Raphael?" she asked.

"Well, he's competition for breast milk, but I'll overlook it."

"Yeah, I hear you like hooters..." The look she gave me said, 'I have hooters... ' clearly. So did the shift of position to present them. Had she unbuttoned the top button of that blouse? When? She had a pair of eighteen inch guns on her chest all right...

I swallowed, my throat dry. "It's one of my little quirks."

Gladys reached out and caressed my cheek. "You ARE cute! Have your assistant call me." She swayed out.

"I swear to God that is not the same woman..." I mumbled.

Cheryl chuckled. "The girls may have over-sold you. THAT could backfire..."

"How?"

"We could need a bigger bed."



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Chapter 15


Luz and Raphael went home the next afternoon -- the birth had been without complications and the baby was a fine, healthy little squirt with big lungs and even premium health insurance wants you in a wheelchair going out the hospital door while the anesthetic is still working. I figured that Luz would be off-line for a couple of weeks, minimum -- and so did everyone else.

Babies cry -- something I find nerve-wracking. Raphael was LOUD! Luz moved into the nursery to be close to him and keep the reaction time down, with Carmen on backup. Carmen wasn't a producer of milk, but she had big chewy nipples and Raphael loved his pacifiers; problem was, he would chew Carmen's nips and she would get hot and horny -- and I would get raped. I know it sounds like I'm complaining, but frankly, the more Raphael chewed, the more I liked it...

Cheryl cleaned up after Luz at Manny's the next day -- and handled his other problem, too. Manny was solicitous and brought Luz some flowers at the house on Wednesday. "I can't do marriage and I can't do babies, but I LOVE that pussy..." he confided in me.

Luz was philosophical about it. "At least he's a regular." Nothing seemed to bother her -- especially if she had a teat in Raphael's mouth.

Thursday evening, I was sitting in my office, hiding from Raphael, when Ted came back from the reception desk of the store. "Woman to see you, Don." I treated Ted as a necessary evil; if he was watching the phone and scheduling calls, the girls were all out and I wasn't doing it...

I went out to the counter and took a look -- nice-looking classical Italian face, tastefully dressed in a little jacket over a thin white halter that showed off some juicy-looking jugs and an above the knee skirt that displayed some curvy, muscular legs. Her feet were in some dressy-looking wedge sandals and she wore an ankle bracelet -- always a draw with me, especially when the ankle looks nice -- and this one did. Nice, wavy dark hair framed that face ... She was in her early to mid-thirties, I figured -- the age of chicks I OUGHT to be dating... "Your assistant didn't call..." she said.

"Gladys?" I was floored! This woman looked nothing like the harridan at the free clinic!

"You didn't recognize me? I hope that means I clean up nice..." Gladys smiled winningly.

"There's, uh, no question -- you certainly do!" I exclaimed.

"At work, I need to be motherly and supportive to women and threatening to men -- and I'm pretty practiced at it," she related, "But I'm not a sexless old hag and I'm not a lesbian..."

"Duly noted!" I muttered.

Gladys gave me a sultry sidelong glance, "Then my efforts weren't wasted. I came to see your little empire..."

"Who's in?" I asked Ted.

Ted glanced up at the board. "Darla. Cheryl and Evvie are out. Luz, too, naturally..." Ted was organized -- and persnickety about it -- I had to give him that. He had a whiteboard up with magnetic markers to indicate where people were and a log of addresses -- all kinds of stuff.

"Let Darla know Gladys is here. Luz, too, for that matter." I returned my attention to Gladys, "It's a cleaning business."

Gladys cocked her head. "Don, I told you a long time ago that I'm not a cop."

I shrugged. "I have to protect my people. This is a business that contracts cleaning, hospitality, and some other personal services. I have partners and I have employees, and they don't need to lose their jobs or their investment in our future because I claimed something else." I waved her along with me. "Let's go upstairs and see Luz and Darla and we can talk about things." Once in the stairwell, I said, "I made a rule that we never discuss 'extras' in the office. We don't contract for 'extras' in the office -- the employee on site does that or we call back from a disposable phone or whatever. As long as the business is sacrosanct, I can protect the girls. If one gets picked up, I'm her employer, not her pimp. If someone comes here and wants to look at the books, they're all above board. We charge an hourly rate for cleaning and hospitality services that varies a little bit based upon how messy things are. Sex is nowhere on the written schedule of services. In-house, the only sex that goes on is between us -- we don't entertain on-site."

"Maybe you should have patted me down for a wire," Gladys suggested.

I stopped dead on the stair. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"The girls sold me in Luz's hospital room, Don. I'm too old to pussyfoot around. Yes, you're in the crosshairs," Gladys declared.

I shook my head. "I never cease to be amazed."

"There's something else," she added. "I always wanted to be a madam -- only I wanted to do for the girls what YOU'RE doing for them. I see so many come and go and life is just too hard on them. Pimps are just too hard on them."

I blinked. "Were you ever in the business?"

"Once, for a very short time. I just had to have the rent money and an opportunity came my way. The people involved knew I was an amateur and paid extra for me to make it personal, not a trick. It was less than a week, but I learned a lot -- including how you get ripped off." Gladys smiled crookedly. "I made the rent, though."

I nodded and turned to finish climbing the stair. At the landing, I made to open the door, but Gladys grabbed my wrist. "Are you SURE you don't want to check me for a wire?"

I frowned. "Either you want to be felt up badly or you're hinting broadly that I've already screwed up. I have no problem feeling up women, but stairwells are a little too, I dunno, impersonal. If I'm in trouble, it would be good to know it."

Gladys sighed. "Okay, there's no wire -- I promise."

"Okay. I'll make a point of feeling you up, somewhere. Deal?"

"Deal."

I turned away, rolling my eyes. When did I become absolutely irresistible to women? At least Gladys made sense -- she was my age and her options were no doubt limited by her everyday persona. Carmen did NOT make sense -- but it didn't stop her from finding her way into my bed and going nuts on my cock on a regular basis.

The women had gathered in the living room; I settled back in my recliner and let Luz and Darla be absolutely candid about what went on around the house and in the business. Gladys was fascinated. Carmen came in and she and Gladys took one look at one another and it was clear even to me that there was a fight over territoriality in the making. Carmen saw Gladys as a threat, and Gladys saw Carmen as the competition -- which begged the question, "What are Darla and Luz? Chopped liver?" The reaction was totally different...

I got up and took Gladys on a tour of the place, pointing out the room where Cheryl's girls slept and the nursery... "And this is Carmen's room..." I muttered.

"Where do Luz and Darla sleep?" Gladys asked. "And Cheryl?"

"Uh, with me..."

"Uh huh..." Gladys eyed me. "How long has it been since Carmen slept here?"

"I'm, uh, not sure. Luz slept here for the last couple of days, I think, but she said something about it being lonesome..."

"Uh huh..."

We moved on. "This is, uh, the master suite..." I muttered.

"Two beds pushed together? What are those, queens? You STUD, you!" Gladys simpered.

"I usually get the crack..."

"I bet you get more than one crack..."

I hunched my shoulders and let it pass. As we headed back down to the living room, Gladys said, "It isn't going to happen here, is it?"

"No."

"Okay. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Well, no..."

"Can I blackmail you into taking me out?"

So when we hit the living room, I announced, "I'm taking Gladys to dinner."

Luz looked up. "Okay, Boss. I don't think anyone is cooking. Darla just left. Have a good time; Gladys is nice people." But she looked behind me.

I didn't -- I kept my eyes straight ahead and marched out of there.

Gladys suggested a good, middle-of-the-road Italian place. Inside, she took off her little jacket, which exposed enough of her to make me wonder if she could come out of that top by accident, and she enjoyed my reaction as we ate and drank wine and talked. When we'd shooed off the waiter and his dessert menu, she leaned up and murmured, "Not here, either, huh?"

"Too public," I sighed.

"My place?" she asked.

"If I stay overnight, I might as well have brought you home -- in fact, it would be better if I did, rather than sneaking around," I said quietly.

"She can't expect to monopolize you."

"Neither can you."

"She's what, eighteen? She'll recover. She has her whole life ahead of her. Too much of mine is behind me."

"I keep telling her that."

"So..."

"So we go home and face the music. It's straight up or not at all," I declared.

"Very well -- take me home, then, Don," Gladys insisted.

It took Carmen about six seconds to find us in the living room. Luz sat there, rocking the baby, and nodded to herself. I wondered what it was about until Carmen said, "Luz said you would be back, with or without her."

"Luz is anything but stupid," I agreed.

"Luz said I shouldn't be stupid, either," Carmen said, eyeing me carefully.

"Like I said..."

"I just don't understand," Carmen protested, "She's..."

"My age?" I cut her off.

"Sweetie, you're sharing Don now -- what's one more? I can't be any more possessive than you are," Gladys insisted. "Maybe it won't work -- in which case, you lose nothing. Maybe it will -- in which case your piece gets just a little smaller -- but Don has plenty..."

"They were here first," Carmen objected.

"And they accepted you, didn't they? Even helped, I bet. Don tried to be noble, didn't he?" Gladys asked.

"Yeah..." Carmen seemed to deflate.

"Okay, then. Fair is fair. Give an old woman a shot at happiness."

"All right." Carmen turned and padded out.

"Where can we sit?" Gladys asked, backing into me. "The recliner?"

"No," I shook my head. "That's..."

"Carmen's," Gladys finished. I nodded.

"Help me up, Boss -- time to put Raphael in his crib." He was still attached to Luz's nipple, but she was offering a solution, so I went over to help. Gladys took the other side and we got Luz onto her feet without disturbing her precious cargo. "Carmen will be okay," was Luz's parting shot.

We settled onto the couch and turned off the lights and set the TV on low and I proceeded to do a very thorough job of feeling Gladys up. She had great feeling breasts; they wouldn't look incredibly hot, but they felt great in your hand, soft and squeezable, with gristly nipples and big areolas that crinkled down to half the original size when she was aroused. She had a hungry, demanding mouth, too, that wanted my tongue and wanted it to play with hers. It took her a while to get up the nerve to reach for my cock, but once she did, she couldn't leave it alone -- and I found the inside of her slit to be wet and slick and ready. "I want it all," she whispered, moaning softly. "Take me to bed."

But Carmen was in bed, reading -- or pretending to -- clearly proud of herself for shutting off access. "Have you ever made love to a man with another woman in the bed?" she asked, her eyes glinting maliciously.

"Only a couple of times," Gladys replied, surprising us both, "But they were memorable. Take my clothes off, Don, then I'll get yours." Gladys returned her attention to Carmen, "Come on, you don't sleep in that nightgown -- and you CERTAINLY don't have sex in it..." She then demanded my attention with her lips and I tried to give her everything she wanted while tugging her out of that halter top and skirt.

When I finished and she went to work on me, she backed off to do it; the first thing I saw when I glanced away was Carmen sitting on the bed, naked and nervous. I didn't blame her; I wasn't sure where this was going. I returned my attention to Gladys and enjoyed her efforts. Her approach wasn't the same as when I removed her things and we pretended that she needed distraction. Instead, she was doing this for me, more or less ceremoniously, as a service. As she was helping me out of my pants, she looked up and said, "Don't let her go, Don."

Carmen stopped; she'd gotten up and was headed for the door, her nightgown in her hand. Her eyes were wet. "You want me to watch?"

Gladys looked at her and said, "No, I want you to help. We have to share -- you know that. There are only so many like Don to go around. Come here and help. Do you suck him? Sure you do -- and I bet Darla and Luz taught you some tricks, didn't they? Will you teach me?"

Somehow, it was as simple as that. Carmen knelt beside her and dropped the nightgown on the floor and took my half-hard cock in her hand and said, "He likes this..." -- and they were off! I had a pair of lips on either side of my shaft -- which is a kick to watch, if nothing else, but they were making it work, too. Somehow, I managed not to erupt during this and we moved to the bed and I sank myself into Gladys while kissing Carmen and stroked her for a bit before Gladys put up her hands and croaked, "Now Carmen..." So I shifted out, and the respite let me get control of myself. Somewhere in there the girls decided that it was all right for them to kiss each other -- something Darla and Luz had never done with me -- or Cheryl either, for that matter. Usually, if one of them wanted sex, the others just hung back and let it happen -- but then, Carmen HAD been somewhat more demanding and more prone to want something after I finished with someone else. The others ... well, they were hooking, after all ... I started moving back and forth when it started getting way too good -- being able to bring one of them to orgasm before a move was asking a bit, initially, but I succeeded, first with Gladys, and then with Carmen. Once started, they seemed perfectly happy to kiss one another and suck each other's nipples, as well as presenting them to me.

I was probably in the saddle for thirty minutes; I know that by the time I let go in Gladys, I felt like I'd run a marathon. I'd had plenty of time to prime the pump, too, so I unloaded both balls in long, hard squirts. Gladys' eyes popped, "Oh, Jesus! I can feel it! What a load!" Then she got a little quiver -- I think it was another small orgasm.

Once I was done pumping, I lost the high I was running and stopped being Superman -- abruptly. I collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. I flopped down atop Gladys, soaked in her comforting warmth and softness and went out like a light, basically without transition. I awoke some time later because I had to take a serious leak and because Cheryl was crawling into bed. "Who's this?" she whispered as I untangled myself.

"This is Gladys -- long story," I whispered. "She works at the free clinic. You met her at the hospital, I think."

"Oh, yeah, I remember," Cheryl nodded. "She looks different with her hair down."

"Yeah." I waved Cheryl back out into the hall. "How is everything?"

"I'm the last one in. No problems. Had a good customer. Ted and Evelyn closed up and went home."

"Okay, I've got to pee. Save a place for me." I went off to handle nature's call. When I came back, I crawled up from the bottom of the bed to the vicinity of Gladys and Carmen -- and Gladys made sure I spooned Carmen then came in behind. Aside from a couple of howling attacks from Raphael, that was that.

I had to get out the door to work in the morning and I was the only one, but, as usual, somebody got up to get me fed and out the door. This morning, that person was Darla. Gladys got up, too, and Carmen padded out into the kitchen while I was drinking coffee -- and made it clear that the conflict between her and Gladys was over by rubbing her shoulder as she passed on the way to the refrigerator and Luz's breast milk. Gladys went down and out with me. "So..." she murmured when we were down in the lobby, "It took a while, but..."

"Yeah." Shit, where did I go with this?

"Don, I know I'm pushing, but everything I see makes me want more. The girls were right -- you're ... unique. I want to see you again," Gladys declared.

"Well, it's mutual," I agreed, "But there is a lot going on. I don't want to drag you in and then make you feel ... slighted."

"You need help," she declared. "I'd like to do that, too."

"Aren't you busy? You have that night job..."

"That's one night a week," she replied dismissively, "and the pay sucks. Please?"

"Okay," I replied, hoping I wouldn't regret it.

"I'll be back tonight around six." She gave me a peck on the cheek and headed off.

I waited until around noon and called the house. Darla answered. "So, who's around?" I asked.

"Just about everybody," Darla answered. "Luz and Cheryl and I -- and Carmen."

"Can you get them? Put this on speaker?"

"Sure..." In a moment, she came back. "Okay, the gang's all here..."

"Gladys wants to help," I said without preamble. "I don't know what 'help' means, actually, but she said at one point that she wanted to be a madam. Something about helping girls she sees at the clinic."

"Well, she's never hooked..." Darla murmured.

"Actually, she said to me that she did a little amateur hooking once," I advised. "Not anything serious or lengthy, just a one-shot deal over a week or so to pay the rent."

"It's not a career, but she probably learned a few things," Cheryl opined. "I haven't been at it that long -- and I thank God I have Darla and Luz to give me help and advice."

"What about the other piece, Boss? She was a party in your pants last night, right?" Luz asked.

"Well, yeah. Carmen wasn't thrilled, though," I admitted.

"No, she's okay," Carmen replied. "I thought you liked her."

"Well, I do, but everybody is pretty cool right now and I don't want trouble in the house."

"Donnie, either you want her around or you don't. We can handle it, one way or the other," Darla pressed.

"Okay, I like her. But we're already packed pretty tight..."

"We need to redo the master bedroom and double it up, anyway," Darla opined. "Maybe Gladys can help."

"I have to stop taking women into my bed sometime," I muttered.

"Yeah, but you could at least CHOOSE one, rather than having her chosen for you!" Cheryl retorted. "I just wandered in, and you took on Darla and Luz because -- and Carmen is SUPPOSED to be the babysitter. If you like Gladys, at least it's your choice!"

"Well, she's kind of pushy, but it's a compliment, you know? I like talking to her and I like having her around..."

"Then don't over-analyze things, Donnie. We like Gladys -- even Carmen does," Darla replied. "And who knows -- maybe she CAN help!"

"Okay, well, she'll be back this evening -- I don't know what she expects to do," I warned them.



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Chapter 16


So Gladys wandered in at about six. I had no idea what she was going to want, so I went upstairs with her and she pitched her idea to the girls, "Can I go out with one of you?"

Darla and Cheryl and Evelyn eyed one another; Ted was downstairs on the desk, hoping no one called for him. "Um, Gladys, Honey, if you go out with one of us, you have to BE one of us. Clients won't want someone around just watching. Things would get incredibly sticky -- really, really fast!"

"Well..." I could tell that set Gladys on her ear. "I want to know. I want to be able to help, to advise."

Cheryl pursed her lips. "You really have to learn by experience -- somebody else telling you only gets you so far. Believe me, I know! Darla and Luz have been a big help, but some things..."

Gladys turned her eyes on me at that point. "What will you think of me if... ?"

I pursed my lips. "Are you asking me if I think you'll be permanently sullied?"

"Well, yes."

"I sleep with working girls every night," I noted.

"How serious are you about them?" Gladys shot back.

"Well, they seem to control that," I replied, ducking the subject. "I think they sort of keep their distance to keep the complications down. I'm male, after all, and they see plenty of that."

Cheryl nodded slowly. "In the first place, none of the three of us were picked by Don to be a girlfriend, so we aren't -- not really. You can argue the whole ownership thing with Luz and Darla if you like, but Don doesn't own me. On the other hand, he's sweet, and he's given me more than anyone else I know and I think a working girl needs to have one guy in her life who isn't a john so she remembers that they aren't all assholes and the opposite sex has more uses than providing spending money. I sleep with Don because he provides me with comfort and protection and because he's sweet -- and because I need a cuddle -- and I fuck him for all of the above and because he deserves it. But I'm not his girlfriend -- we're more fuck-buddies. Maybe he's my dad and it's incest -- I dunno. I'm fond of him, and I figure he's fond of me -- but we're not gonna get married." She paused a moment, then added, "And Don's right about the sex -- we fuck guys every day and it tends to cool the ardor, if you know what I mean. I don't know about Darla and Luz, but I have to kind of change up mentally to give Don what he deserves -- because he does NOT deserve to be treated like a john!"

I looked around and Darla and Luz were both nodding agreement. Darla asked Gladys, "Why would you want to go out? Because you want to be a working girl?"

"No," Gladys replied, "because if I'm going to be able to help, I need to understand -- and you don't get that from books, do you?"

Darla pursed her lips. "No, you don't. I can't speak for Donnie, but if I were him, I would approach what you're talking about differently than if you were just going out and putting it on the street to earn a living. In the first place, it would be limited, I bet."

"Absolutely," Gladys nodded.

"It's still fucking johns, though..." Darla eyed me.

"I like to think I'm bigger than that," I said, uncomfortable.

"I KNOW you are, Donnie -- But Gladys wants to be sure," Darla replied.

"I never told any of you that you couldn't be my girlfriend..." I muttered.

"And you wouldn't," Darla agreed, "but I'm not, and I'm not going to be. I'm a whore -- I don't DESERVE Donnie -- but I accept everything Donnie gives me gratefully and I try to give back what I can. And it's plenty, actually -- I'm gonna be real unhappy if when Donnie DOES get a girlfriend, she won't put up with me..." She eyed Gladys.

"Yeah -- what she said!" Luz piped up.

"I think she'll have to understand," Gladys replied. "I do." She turned to me, "So, if I go out..."

"It doesn't matter," I finished. "In fact, I understand your motivations, and applaud them."

"Okay, then," Gladys turned to the girls. "How can we do this?"

Darla and Evelyn were servicing poker parties, which simplified things, since bringing an extra girl along on a 'regular' call was kind of weird. The rig the girls were wearing due to pregnancy was pretty forgiving and Gladys was already wearing a black bra, so they managed to outfit her. After testing that, the girls climbed into their usual jogging suits. "How come you wear those?" Gladys asked as she watched Darla slide the jogging suit pants on over her one-piece crotchless hose and garter belt setup.

"We can't go out looking too fancy -- we're supposed to be cleaning ladies," Darla pointed out. "Sometimes we are, even. Donnie probably needs to hire a couple of REAL cleaning women to service regular customers, not that we've run into that much."

"How come your track suit says 'Bonnie'?" Gladys asked.

"You don't give out your real name freely," Darla replied. "It helps keep the vice squad away." She handed Gladys one of Cheryl's spare uniforms. "You're Gwen tonight."

"One of two," Cheryl cackled, wearing an identical uniform.

Darla was still briefing Gladys intensively as they hit the door; I gave each of them a peck and patted their asses and sent them off. Cheryl wanted more in the way of a kiss -- just because, I think -- but Evelyn waved it off and headed out leaving me with Ted's sparkling company. I left him on the phones and went up to watch TV with Carmen, Luz, and the girls -- and Raphael, of course ... Raphael wasn't content to confine his demands to during commercials, either, and his lungs were getting healthier every day...

Cheryl had two scheduled calls and we took an unplanned one late; Ted kept me informed every time she checked in. We didn't expect as much from Evelyn and Darla and Gladys, because poker parties run until whenever. But Ted called me at twelve-thirty and said, "Gladys called -- you need to call her back," and passed on her cell number. Worried, I dialed it.

"I'm taking Darla to the ER," Gladys related. "She's not feeling well and I think it's early labor."

"Okay, I'll be right there," I replied. After quickly briefing Luz and Carmen, I hit the road.

Gladys was right; Darla was having contractions and dilating when I got there. "What happened?" I asked.

"Darla took most of the early action, but she hit me up about ten-thirty, saying she was a little nauseous and her back hurt," Gladys related. "I took over with the boys, who didn't complain -- but she kept getting worse. I was about to tell him we needed to go when the host pulled the plug on his own. Darla kept it low-key -- he didn't even know. He was losing, I think." We settled in to wait; Gladys cuddled up to me in the waiting room and we wandered in to see Darla regularly, but she didn't seem to want me hanging out, hopping from foot to foot, and bothering her.

It took Darla an additional twelve and a half hours to evict little Darrin from his comfy accommodations in her womb. In some ways, I didn't blame him -- I'm sure it was nice in there -- but it WAS tedious -- and that was just for me! Darla was visibly wasted by her efforts. Darrin didn't seem to have Raphael's lungs, but he had a serious fondness for mother's milk; he was latched onto Darla's left tit the whole time we were in the room with them after the birth. We left a car in the parking lot to be picked up later and took mine home; Gladys and I were both wasted. Ted and Evelyn and Luz and Cheryl went out to see the new arrival and Gladys and I went to bed -- together. It wasn't about sex -- just a cuddle; we were both wasted.

I fell out of bed after four hours, anyway; we had things to do. Gladys and I sat in the kitchen eating some eggs that Carmen whipped up for us and Gladys ventured, "So now half of your staff is on maternity leave. How does that hit the books?"

"Well," I admitted, "there will be an impact, but we won't go under. The slush fund has several thousand in it."

"Give me another week or so, Boss. I'll be ready," Luz announced from the doorway, where she held Raphael pressed to a nipple.

"No rush," I replied. "You need to BE ready, not just willing."

Luz grinned. "I'm starting to get the itch already."

I chuckled. "Manny will probably want to scratch it by Monday."

"I think it needs a good lick, Boss. Maybe I'll get Ted to look at it.," Luz grinned.

"That's your call."

"I still want to help," Glady insisted, putting the conversation back on track.

"You don't need to go out and take on clients," I replied.

"I want to buy in," Gladys announced, adding, "Big!"

I frowned. "How big?"

"Real big. How much are the condos again?"

"Milo managed to talk the developer into a hundred thousand apiece," I muttered.

"We need the space," Gladys announced.

"We'd need money," I retorted. "As you noted before, things are tight."

"I'll buy them. And I know a couple of girls we can bring in as employees," Gladys replied. "In fact, I know ANOTHER couple of girls who could handle real cleaning and negotiations -- and might fill in, periodically."

"Where are you going to get that kind of money?" I asked.

"I'll sell my place," she replied, shrugging. "I won't need it if I'm sleeping here."

"Gladys..."

"That's a no?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"That's 'It's early, yet.' You can't just hang your whole future on a date or two. Yeah, I like you -- a lot -- but I've been a bachelor forever and I don't know if I'm ever gonna be domestic."

"Don, you're a daddy already, for God's sake! Don't feed me that! At last count there were five women fighting over sleeping arrangements! When's the last time you cooked a meal for yourself?" Gladys challenged, cackling.

I grimaced. "Okay, you've got a point. But no one is fighting for Numero Uno -- and that might tear shit up."

Luz waved a finger at Carmen and Gladys. "It's between them, Boss -- and I think they've agreed to share."

I looked at Carmen, not knowing what to say. Gladys waved her over and took one of her hands. "What IS your position on Carmen?"

"She's ... young..." I croaked. "I keep telling her that she can do better -- younger, anyway."

"But... ?" Gladys pressed.

I sighed. "I know what's right -- but I can't bring myself to push her away. One day, she'll decide about that on her own -- but I'm too weak to make the call for her, and hold myself to it."

"I wish you'd quit going on and on about it," Carmen said softly. "The decision is made."

I sighed and eyed Gladys. "So..."

"We understand one another," Gladys replied. "If it doesn't work, I can always use a bedroom in one of the other condos. I KNOW it won't be all loud and nasty..."

I sat there and scratched my razor stubble. "From a personal standpoint, I'm good with it -- just like any other relationship, it'll work or it won't. From a business standpoint, I need to have a meeting of the partners."

Gladys nodded. "That makes sense. I need to talk to Milo."

We did the partners meeting in Darla's hospital room -- everybody showed, including Evelyn. As it turned out, Gladys was a shoo-in. Her trust fund made my IRA look sick, too, so she and Milo double-teamed the developer and then she signed over the condos to the company. Then she got the developer on the stick and he re-did the kitchen in units A and C and made more bathrooms and bedrooms. If we were going to do hospitality, it would happen in the new units on the first floor, and if we did in-call, it would be there, too -- the original two units were 'home' and where the kids roamed free. The additional storefront was for catering, Gladys informed me, and had the developer do up a decent commercial kitchen to support it. By the time Darla and Darrin were home and Luz was ready to go back out, Gladys had two Suzie Homemaker types tending the catering kitchen, two more full-time girls pulled in via the clinic and two vanilla 'house cleaning' girls.

Well, they were SUPPOSED to be vanilla, anyway. They'd been working a week when they came trooping into my office and one of them said, "Okay, when do we get to do the other thing?"

"What other thing?" I asked, playing dumb. We'd tried to isolate Celene and Lizbeth, the two big black girls Gladys brought in, from the outcall business -- they were regular hourly employees. Both of them were sizeable hunks of woman flesh, if you know what I mean -- Celene's jugs could probably feed quintuplets, in production; they were the size of small watermelons -- and they more or less matched the rest of her.

"You know what other thing, Don," Lizbeth chided me. "Hookin'."

I was going over the schedule with Ted and Luz; Gladys was out beating up contractors. "We didn't bring you on to hook," I replied. "Your job description says cleaning lady or person or whatever."

"So does hers, I bet," Celene replied, pointing at Cindy, another new acquisition, "but I bet she don't spend much time with a sponge and rubber gloves." Cindy, a skinny, wasted-looking bleached-blonde, looked up and smirked, but said nothing. She wouldn't, either -- Cindy had been through the wringer and knew when to keep her mouth shut. A runaway at sixteen, she'd caught it all -- streetwalking, bad pimps, crack addiction -- you name it. But she'd gotten herself straight and was trying to get her GED during the day and put her life together. Since her only skills were in 'the life, ' she might have fallen back under the thrall of a pimp and had the whole thing ruined for her -- but Gladys pulled her in and she knew a good thing when she saw it for DAMNED sure and jumped on the bandwagon and didn't look back.

"Look here," I insisted, "IF we provided such a product line -- and I'm not saying we do and I never will, sitting in this office -- why would you want to do that?"

"I need the extra," Lizbeth replied. "My Alvin..."

" ... Probably doesn't want his mama to be a hooker," I cut her off.

"We're serious!" Celene insisted stubbornly.

"I am, too!" I retorted. "Do you see hooking on that price list?" I waved at the sign on the wall with our standard cleaning rates on it.

"That don't mean shit!" Lizbeth retorted.

"I got this, Boss," Luz announced. "You should come, though. Come with me, girls." She swept her eyes over Cindy. "You, too." She led the three of them out. I turned to Ted and said, "Mind the store, Teddy." He sighed and nodded, and I got in at the tail of the parade.

We went back and up to the lounge, which had been the living room in one of Gladys' condos. Luz waved a finger at furniture and directed, "Sit!" Celene and Lizbeth settled onto a couch and I settled into a recliner and Cindy parked on the arm of a side chair. She was putting on weight, but still pretty spare. Luz launched into her tirade, "Business office is for cleaning business. We don't talk about other business there -- not so anybody hears. No talk about hooking in office!" She waved a finger at the pair of black women, not bothering with Cindy. "What do you know about hooking?" Luz queried.

"I know damned near everybody in the place does it!" Lizbeth carped.

"You signed..." Luz glanced at me.

"Nondisclosure agreement," I supplied.

"Yeah, that -- when you come to work here. What goes on here stays here -- and penalties were spelled out! You signed -- did you read?" Luz demanded.

"Yeah. Hey, I ain't talkin' outside..." Celene insisted.

"Office is 'outside' where hooking is concerned!" Luz ranted. "Boss runs legitimate cleaning business -- is for all our protection! Boss never takes a dime of money from OTHER business for cleaning business -- books are clean! Cops come in, customers come in, you talk about hooking there bad thing -- very bad! Understand?"

Lizbeth frowned. "Yeah, okay."

"You want talk about other business, you grab me or Darla or Boss or Gladys and bring here! Not out front!" Luz admonished.

"Okay, okay!" Celene waved her hands. "But we're here, right? Let's talk!"

Luz glared at her for a second, then took off, "Cleaning business normal business -- normal hours, normal pay, normal benefits, normal rules. No harassment, equal opportunity, blah, blah, blah. Worst case, customer want something extra, you call office, we send someone else out. All legal. Needs to STAY legal -- VERY IMPORTANT!" She waved a finger at the girls. "OTHER business NOT normal -- pay not normal, benefits not normal, rules not normal. No such thing as sexual harassment, no equal opportunity, rules what we say rules are -- and might change tomorrow! Understand?"

Lizbeth frowned. "I'm not sure."

"Let me," I interjected. "Girls, the cleaning business is sacrosanct -- because it is the source of all good things. Without the cleaning business, there would be no salaries and no benefits and no 401K and no profit sharing, among other things. Therefore, the cleaning business only takes in money it can account for from normal services -- and only dispenses funds the same way. Anything that you do that doesn't appear on that board on the wall in the office, you do, technically, as an independent contractor. The business isn't responsible. That way, if you get arrested for prostitution, when I show up to bail you out, it is as your employer, not as your pimp. I give you a good talking to at the police station and post a note in your personnel record that I put you on probation for doing things you weren't supposed to be doing on company time and everything is cool. The police and the IRS look at the books and every dime is accounted for." I sat back and waved at Luz, "Go on."

Luz took over. "So. You understand? Cleaning business -- other business." She separated them with gestures. "You stick to cleaning business, never have to worry. Other business, more problems. Still want to talk?"

Celene and Lizbeth locked gazes, then turned back to Luz. "Yes," Lizbeth answered for both of them.

Luz sighed. "Okay. Rule One -- Boss is BOSS! Boss tell you pull train, you go 'Woo! Woo!'" Luz mimed pulling the chain on a train whistle. "Boss, like cleaning business, is source of all good things -- so you make Boss happy! You fuck Boss, you suck Boss, you lick Boss' asshole -- whatever! Boss has hot and cold running pussy, so he may never ask -- so YOU ask HIM twice a week! Understand?" Both black girls looked at me and nodded, and I tried my best not to roll my eyes. Luz cranked her head around and said, "Cindy?"

"No problem." Cindy went back to whatever homework she had in her lap without even looking up.

"Rule Two -- Boss is NOT pimp! Boss help get you cleaning appointments, and maybe those appointments turn into fucks and maybe not. But Boss NOT beat you and NOT take all your money and NOT treat you like dirt and NOT get you hooked on drugs -- and Boss sees to it that you have health plan and protection and help and bail money if you go to jail. Does that sound like pimp?"

"No!" "Uh uh!" The girls shook their heads. They undoubtedly knew all about pimps, even if they'd never had to deal with one themselves.

"So." Luz folded her arms across her chest. "Boss not pimp. Boss is Boss -- period. Boss is business manager. Pimp might SAY he business manager -- but Boss IS business manager. Okay?"

"Okay." Again, Lizbeth was the voice of the pair.

"Okay. Now. Have you ever hooked? I bet not..." The girls -- women, actually, as they were both in their twenties somewhere -- shook their heads. "What make you think you can? Just because you know where a dick goes..." Luz shook her head. "Good hookers deliver good sex -- and it is WORK! You not lay on back and go 'Oh, Baby, fuck me!' and let john do all work -- you squeeze pussy and work it so he gets good feeling and gets off! You two..." Luz grimaced. "You not exactly prime stuff. Boss maybe not be ABLE to find you work in other business!"

Cindy piped up at that point, "Well, they're black -- Cheryl is, but she's more exotic, and sometimes guys want to do the Aunt Jemima thing. Some guys like a little cushion, too, so if they come at it right, it might work for them, occasionally. But Luz is right -- you're going to have to grow your own customer base that has those tastes, probably -- and it'll have down-sides."

Celene eyed her. "Like what?"

"Well, you're a niche market -- like Teddy," Cindy explained.

"Teddy?" The black women shared a look.

"Yeah. Teddy's a wimp husband -- a cuckold. Guys call for Evelyn and ask for Teddy, too, so they can fuck her in front of Teddy and she and they tell Teddy all about how they're better lovers and he's a cowardly little wimp -- and maybe they get him to eat creampie out of Evelyn's pussy, or even stick their dicks in Teddy, right?" She turned to me for confirmation.

"Yeah. It's happened a few times, anyway," I admitted.

Cindy turned back to Celene and Lizbeth. "That kind of thing is kinky and demands big money. You might not be able to get big money for your gig, but it will probably include them giving you shit because you're black, and maybe because you're fat -- and if I was to guess, butt-fucking you fairly often. The more abuse you can handle, the more money you'll make. At the very least, butt-fucking is in the premium tier of standard service, so you'll get over that way."

Celene and Lizbeth looked a little dazed. "Teddy goes out?"

I nodded. "Sometimes."

Cindy tossed something else out. "You'll probably do well with mama's boys -- being a mama they can fuck."

Celene frowned. "What kinda abuse are we talkin' here?"

Cindy glanced at Luz. "You'll probably run into white boys who will want to give you shit about being black sluts and talk about you while they dick you. They'll probably want to hear how their white dick is better than black dick -- that kind of thing. Some of them might want to do a black slave fantasy -- put a collar on you and beat you and stuff like that. That's probably big money." She pursed her lips. "You get some of that, anyway -- johns are playing and they want it their way. They might want to choke-fuck you or whatever to get off on the whole white master thing. Black guys have been accusing white guys of that shit for a while and some of them want to deserve it, you know?" she grinned. "You kind of expect some rough usage, anyway, hooking -- but you two might get more than what you might think is your fair share. On the other hand, you can probably take it better than me..." she waved at her still-gaunt body.

"Maybe you girls want to stick to just cleaning," I suggested quietly.

Celene looked like she might be thinking about it, but Lizbeth wasn't. "Nope. My Alvin..."

"Who is Alvin?" I asked.

"My boy. He's seven."

"What does he need so bad his momma has to earn it on her back?"

"School clothes."

"I'll give you an advance," I offered.

"I got to pay for his sitter. I can't take the hit."

"Bring him here. Carmen can watch him," I retorted. All she did was look stubborn.

"Let her try, Boss -- it will work or it won't," Luz advised. "She can always stop."

"All right." I shrugged. I'd tried to talk her out of it...

Luz's smile grew fangs. "Of course, she'll have to train ... Show Boss how you give head!"

Lizbeth was still at it when Gladys walked in. "What's this?"

"I'm a training dummy," I grunted.

"Why?"

"Our working girls want to be 'working girls.' Luz says we can't send them out unprepared," I replied.

"Hmmm, this was unforeseen," Gladys mused.

"Yeah, no kidding." Lizbeth DID have a pretty hot mouth and nice, soft lips. I was learning more about blowjobs from Luz's period of instruction than I wanted to know, but it was going well, apparently.

"Why don't you call Manny or something?" Gladys suggested. She seemed grumpy, I noticed. "Since it's training, it'll be for free, and you know how Manny likes his bang for the buck..."

Luz caught on, too. "Yeah, good idea. I'll call him. Lizbeth, let Boss have his cock back. I think Gladys wants it for something."

"You all clear out," Gladys directed, "I want to talk to these two."

I was happy to oblige. "Good luck!"



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Chapter 17


Gladys seemed fine when she joined me later upstairs. Darla and Darrin were there, but Luz went out for the first time. Carmen was handling Raphael. It was a Tuesday and relatively quiet. The others were all out, too, even Celene and Lizbeth -- but they were at planned 'vanilla' jobs. "So how did it go?" I asked as Gladys cuddled up on the couch.

"Celene will be looking, but not for herself -- she'll just be open to setting up something for one of the other girls. Lizbeth, I could not dissuade."

"So..."

"Luz and Cindy are going to train her -- and they aren't pulling any punches."

"You seemed a little..."

"Pissy?" Gladys finished. "Carmen and I have an agreement and we work together. Darla and Luz and Cheryl and Evelyn were there first, and they don't really make serious demands -- but I'm DAMNED if I'm going to let every woman we put on the payroll cut down on my supply of Donnie juice!"

"To be fair, I don't think I was a drawing card in Lizbeth's decision -- and Luz TOLD her she probably wouldn't get much attention from me," I replied mildly. "Certainly, I had no intention..."

"Shut up, Don." She burrowed into my shoulder. "Carmen and I aren't like the others -- we're more ... proprietary. You don't mind, do you? As long as we're fair about it?"

"I don't want to mix in it," I replied. "If I do, SOMEONE will perceive that I'm playing favorites. I want you girls to organize it and I'll go with the flow. On the other hand, if I want something, I'll probably just reach for it -- and if someone decides that's playing favorites, too, well..."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?" I asked, pretending innocence.

"Playing favorites."

"I'm attempting to meet the needs of each of my women as they present them," I replied carefully. "Some of them are apparently more needy than others, but as long as you all agree that no one is stepping out of bounds, all is well."

"What if one of us needed something special -- marriage, for instance?" Gladys pressed.

"The cachet of respectability, or an exclusive relationship?" I inquired.

"That's my Donald -- no flies on you!" Gladys grinned. "The former, I think. The latter would be very destructive, wouldn't it?"

"If we were talking about you or Carmen, the one not involved might end up with her nose out of joint," I pointed out, "even if it WAS for the cachet!"

"Very true," Gladys sighed. "I guess we should table that."

"Is it an issue?" I asked, working to hide my surprise. It hadn't been THAT long since that night she and Carmen first shared me. What had suddenly happened that made me irresistible to women was STILL a complete mystery...

"No, I'm just greedy. I can't deny Carmen, though."

"I'm sure she feels the same way..." 'More like I HOPE she does!' I added to myself.

"Take me to bed?"

"Sure."

There is making love and there is fucking; any of my women would take a good fucking, but only two wanted to make love. Gladys and I made gentle love, more or less missionary-style, her on her back with one leg out and one running up vertical between my neck and shoulder while I used her thigh for leverage. She's easy to get off -- she doesn't throw seizures, just peaks and valleys that take a while to wear her out. Sometimes, though, the valleys flatten out and match the peaks and she gets this constant orgasm thing going -- which only lasts as long as I can take the constant ripple in her pussy. Somehow, we got there without quite planning it and I unloaded in her in long gushes. Oh, well -- I'd gotten used to it; it seemed like there was ALWAYS a wet spot in my bed -- even the new double-king in the expanded master suite.

Luz came in first, announcing, "Everything works, Boss!"

I said, "What, EVERYTHING?" She just grinned that toothy grin of hers. Cheryl came in next. Evelyn and Ted didn't come up. Carmen crept in last, Darla having released her totally from nursery duty. If pressed, Darla had working nipples for two, and Raphael would suck her just as he would his mother. Well, I'd do either one of them, too.

I'd become more and more disenchanted with my day job -- it seemed to be going nowhere, same old shit, while the rest of my life buzzed off in weird directions. And there was Tony, of course -- who I could really have stood to do without seeing, but couldn't seem to get away from. Wednesday, he hit me up with, "I think I could stand another visit from your girls."

"Okay, I'll see what I can schedule," I told him. "When?"

"Six? Like before?"

"Last time, it took four hours -- at the high rate," I reminded him. The place had been a sty.

"We'll adjust as we go," he replied. "I don't think it's as bad, but..."

I just nodded. I don't think the girls had given it more than a lick and a promise; Tony had taken Darla off the job, anyway, and left Luz to do it all. Two of them could probably have taken six hours and STILL not been done.

I called home and told Darla, "Tony wants a team at six."

"I'm not going!"

"No, of course not," I agreed. "What about Luz?"

"He treated her like she was dirt!"

"Well, he won't have you there this time..."

"True. LUZ!" Darla handed off the phone.

"Tony wants a team at six."

"I'll take Lizbeth." Luz didn't even kick.

"Sounds good," I agreed.

Six-oh-five comes and I get a call from Tony. "Where's Bonnie?" he whined.

"Maternity leave. I thought you wanted your place cleaned?" I retorted.

"Yeah, but..."

"Either one of the pair I sent can do the job..." I pointed out.

"Well, I dunno. Got anyone else?"

"Nope," I replied, eyeing Cindy -- and Jasmine, our other working girl. She was white, too, but fuck Tony... "The other teams are all out. What's wrong with Luz? She was there before. Lizbeth is a hard worker..."

"Yeah, well, I'm not used to..." Tony's voice trailed off.

"Hey, if you don't want them, send them back -- I have other jobs..."

"No, no..."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"No..."

"Great." I hung up on him, grinning. The worst thing he could do was fire me...

Three hours later Luz and Lizbeth came in, Lizbeth rocking her big ass from side to side and making her big hooters swing. She peeled two hundred twenty-five dollars off the roll in her hand, grinning from ear to ear.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"That needle-pricked white bastard started hitting on Luz and she told him she'd just had a baby and was all stretched out of shape and sore and shit, and I lit into him and axed him wasn't black pussy good enough? An' he got all defensive, so I axed him if he'd ever HAD no black pussy an' he said no, so I axed him how would he know unless he tried it? So he starts hemming and hawing an' I axed him if he liked hooters, an' he said he did, so I fished one 'a mine out an' his eyes got all big an' I plugged it into his mouth an' he went after it like a baby lookin' for milk! After that..." Lizbeth dusted her hands. "Boy LOVES my melons! He was ALL up in that shit! Got him two pieces of black pussy an' some booty, too! Then I got up an' helped Luz finish cleanin' that stinkin' hole of his, nekkid. You wait -- he'll be back..."

"So you knocked down, what, three hundred?" I asked, grinning.

"Sumpthin' like that."

"Okay, on the books, I paid you your forty-five," I told her. "I don't know anything about the rest."

"I'm likin' that mighty fine!" Lizbeth declared. "G'night, Don!"

"Good night, Lizbeth." I shook my head, grinning, then turned to Luz. "You passed it up?"

"Lizbeth needed the work, Boss. I don't like Tony, anyway."

"Hey, it's your call."

Gladys laughed and laughed.

Thursday morning, I had to sit for fifteen minutes while Tony went on and on about Lizbeth's monster titties, black pussy in general, and Lizbeth's in particular. Well, it gave me a reason to sit around drinking coffee ... Black girls in the office weren't going to thank me -- but they wouldn't know where Tony's sudden interest came from, anyway. Lizbeth's 'tip' broke through Celene's reserve and we were back to square one -- except Luz used Milo and Manny for training dummies out of deference to Gladys and Carmen, who both disapproved of anyone outside the family draining my balls. Luz still made a case for me fucking Celene and Lizbeth and Cindy and Jasmine, and Gladys and Carmen reluctantly agreed, but it was left to me to make demands, and I didn't. Six women is a lot -- even if some of them weren't being serviced on a regular basis. Ten is just ridiculous. Besides, fucking Cindy, in particular, would have been a waste of time for both of us -- she was seasoned and knew what was going on, but had no particular loyalty to me, so it made no sense.

Friday night, after everyone had been dispatched to card parties or whatever, I got a phone call -- from Alonzo. "I'm holding about thirty grand in royalty checks for you guys," he announced. "They distributed a more or less commercial version of the video to their limited audience and they sold like crazy, so they plan to kick out ten times as many for general distribution -- and they want a director's cut -- or maybe director's UNcut -- for a second limited distribution. They're asking for interviews with the cast -- and I think we can make them almost stand on their own if we do it right..."

"Evelyn is out," I told him. "I could discuss this with Teddy, but it would be a waste of time. I'll call her and brief her and we can look at this tomorrow or something."

"I'd like to have that chick do the camera again," Mike related, over speakerphone, apparently. "In fact, I'd like for her to work for me, part time. Do you think she would?"

"Well, she's got a young son, but we also have an au pair, so she might have time for some daytime work. You can ask."

"One of the checks is for her, as videographer, so she should come, anyway -- but if we do interviews, I need her on cam."

"I'm sure that isn't a problem," I assured him.

Evelyn was all for it -- and Teddy didn't get a vote. The interview with me went the way the original flick had gone -- faceless. I was a voice and a pair of hands while Mike did the interview. I filmed him instead of vice-versa. "So you're Evelyn's pimp?"

"I like to think of myself as her business manager," I related. "I don't handle my girls the way most pimps do. But a cop would call me a pimp."

"How did you stumble onto Evelyn?"

"I was supplying some girls for a party that Ted had Evelyn go to on a bet. She lost. That put her on the table with the working girls," I related. "She decided the money was good and called me to file an application. I had her performance test on record, so it was a no-brainer."

Alonzo was interviewing Evelyn, simultaneously, with Darla on camera. "What was this bet all about?"

"I wasn't putting out for Ted," Evelyn related. "I was trying to be a good girl, and it was easier to just not do anything and blame it on being pregnant than it was to just do Teddy. I'm a party girl, but I was trying to break the habit. This was Teddy's way of putting an end to it so he could get laid."

"There was more to it than that," I pulled things back to me. "I ended up kind of doing a psychobabble analysis on Ted and realized that he was having a hard time with the responsibility -- he's not strong. Part of his problem was that he was pissed that he had all the shit unloaded on him, but wasn't getting anything for it -- not that he was doing a good job..."

Evelyn nodded. "Teddy pushed me to take up hooking to spite him. Once I did, then the heat was off, some, because he didn't have to do it all -- I could bring in money, and I could make my own decisions and half of his ... Things began to change. Then you guys came along..."

"Yeah," I interjected. "It was a magic moment."

"So," Alonzo resumed. "You now control the man in your life."

"No, I don't," Evelyn replied. "Don is the man in my life. Teddy is a child."

"You have a child by Ted," Alonzo pointed out.

"That was before," Evelyn replied. "Now, well, I can't really have sex with Teddy, you know? It would be like fucking a ten-year-old."

"So who do you fuck?" Alonzo pressed.

"Teddy, Honey, who do I fuck?" Evelyn turned to Ted. "Go ahead, you can tell the man. Who is the man in my life?"

Ted hung his head. "Don is," he whispered.

"What was that?" Alonzo pressed.

"Don is."

"Evelyn fucks Don?"

"Yes."

"Teddy, Honey, who did I tell you would be the daddy of my next child?" Evelyn twisted the knife.

"Don. You said Don."

"Thank you, Honey." Evelyn turned to Alonzo, "Is that clear enough?"

Forty-five minutes later, Ted was a basket case. Alonzo would put embarrassing footage up on the screen and ask, "What were you thinking when this happened?" or "How did you feel about that?" Teddy burst into tears when Alonzo threw up the video of the moment when he ejaculated all over the place with Alonzo's cock up his ass. They ended up doing fresh video of Teddy crawling into Lizbeth's lap for comfort and her feeding him a titty to nurse on while Evelyn declaimed, "I really can't deal with it when he gets like this -- he needs a mama. I'm his mistress, not his mama."

We sent Ted and Lizbeth out to the car. Mike was gleeful. "This will sell another thousand copies -- just you wait! I'll need to get a release from Lizbeth -- we want that footage!"

"You'll get one -- she likes money," I assured him.

"This couldn't have been more perfect!" Mike crowed, adding, "Darla, I REALLY want your help in putting this together -- can you hang out?"

"I'm busy at six..." she ventured.

"I'll bring you home in time, but I might want you tomorrow or Monday," Mike promised.

"Monday is better," I pointed out, "It's a down day."

"No problem."

Lizbeth was tickled pink to sign a contract. The movie was declared to be a business venture and we rolled the money into 401Ks and IRAs. Evelyn and Ted were out of debt, but I didn't know how long they would be a couple. Darla worked intensively with Mike on the director's cut video and the distributor loved it and promised another ten thousand in royalties on just that, minimum. Things were humming...

I didn't see it coming. One day, three months later, Darla came to me and said, "Donnie?"

"Yes, Hon?"

"Mike, uh..."

" ... Needs you for another video?" It had happened several times.

"He just needs me." Darla hung her head.

"As in... ?"

"He wants to get married."

"What do YOU want, Hon?" I asked, working to deal with the shock.

"I wouldn't be asking..." Her voice trailed off. "You always said I would find something else -- and maybe someone else. Mike and his work..."

"Then it's for the best, Sweetie. You should do it," I insisted, feeling like a father letting his daughter go.

"Luz says..."

"What does Luz say?"

"She says you won't get rid of her that easily." Darla grinned.

"Good. Manny would have a FIT!" I chuckled. Manny won't marry Luz -- he's just not the marrying kind -- but they have a relationship. Luz pulls her weight, anyway, being co-madam with Gladys. I patted Darla's ass and sent her on her way; Carmen still babysits regularly, and Darla still has money in the company -- she's just not earning anything but dividends.

On the humorous side, Tony is a regular with Lizbeth. I know she cuts his rate, but that's her business. She keeps his place clean enough -- and browbeats him into keeping it clean enough himself -- that we've dropped the rate to the 'easy' rate instead of the 'hard' rate. He pays fifty bucks to me and whatever she's charging him and she usually spends the night. Apparently, he can afford it.

Gladys was pleased, more or less, about Darla; when Evelyn moved in and got serious about sleeping with me, it made things too crowded. I'm trying to get used to having Teddy around, but it's a stretch; on the other hand, he does a lot of babysitting and is anal about the schedule. He's sleeping downstairs somewhere, and makes the rounds of Carmen, Luz, Celene and Lizbeth when he needs a mama; Evelyn won't sleep with him, although she holds his feet to the fire for just about everything. Still, the master suite continues to be crowded ... Yesterday at breakfast, Gladys made some remark, and I replied, "Well, things will thin out some more when Carmen finds a beau."

Gladys smirked at me. "I wouldn't hold my breath, Don."

"It's gonna happen. It'll just take time. There's nothing much holding any of you to me -- Carmen least of all," I declared.

"Only love..." Gladys caressed my cheek. "Children, maybe."

"What? We don't have any kids!" I erupted.

"That's what you think, Boss!" Luz cackled. "Gladys missed two periods!"

"WHAT!"

"I'm afraid you're gonna be a daddy," Gladys pretended regret. "I'm two and a half months along."

"Jeezus!"

"Oh, and about Carmen..." Gladys eyed me sidelong.

"Yeah?"

"She's pregnant."


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