CLP-174 Blackmailed Into Swapping by Dana Swanson


Chapter 1


After all that had happened, Mavis Moran mused. Willie Quentin still 
wanted her to continue working part-time at the supermarket he managed. 
After everything--Mavis was somewhat bewildered as she pushed her long, 
slender legs into pale blue panties, adjusted the double-ply crotch 
over her ample love place and arranged the cups of the matching bra 
around her firm breasts--she was still willing to work for him.

As she brushed her hair, she smiled at her expression in the mirror. At 
least, she knew Willie for what he was--or she thought she did. He was 
a charlatan--and he knew that she knew it. As she finished dressing, 
she wondered whether Becky Samon had kept her appointment the previous 
Wednesday to let Willie screw her.

Mavis smiled more broadly. "Theft, my itching butt!" she muttered. 
Well, Willie had tried that with her--it had almost worked--but she had 
caught him up. Well, she had after he had coerced her and seduced her 
in his office. She was slightly puzzled. There had been no hint of 
resentment that she had slugged Willie in the balls and thumped his 
hard-on with a knotted fist when he called her earlier, asked her to 
work. Well, that had happened Monday; this was Saturday. He had had 
ample time to get rid of any soreness in that time. And it probably 
hadn't made him too sore to shag little Becky, Wednesday. He really had 
the hots for her.

She probably wouldn't have accepted Willie's urgings to work if her 
husband, Phil, hadn't called the night before to say he couldn't 
possibly be home before nine Saturday night. It was only noon and Mavis 
poured herself a cup of coffee, thought of calling Miriam Carr and 
Connie Quentin to join her--she wasn't due to report to the store until 
almost four.

But she decided against it. She hadn't seen either of her two closest 
acquaintances for several days. She shrugged. "I suppose I should think 
of them as friends," she mused, sipping the coffee and lighting a 
cigarette. An awful lot of "things" had happened among them in the past 
several days to regard them merely as acquaintances.

Connie's husband, Willie, had gotten to her, as had Henry Carr, 
Miriam's husband. And Mavis still didn't know for sure whether Phil had 
screwed Miriam that night last week. Maybe he had taken on Connie and 
Miriam both--in the same bed at the same time! He hadn't made it clear!


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