Girls' Nightmare Out, continued
By Rogue Alan

Part IX
She felt him again, thrusting endlessly between her spread thighs, grunting 
quietly with each forward lunge. Biting her lip, she fought to suppress the 
groan she knew was building in her throat, at once desperate for release & 
ashamed to be reacting as she was. But at just that moment he shifted higher, 
the root of his big cock pressing tight against her erect clit, rubbing at it 
endlessly, & that quickly, she was cumming. Her back arched, head dropping back 
against the motel's thin mattress, thighs dropping wide, offering her sex to the 
stranger firmly seated between them. Breath didn't come, then rasped into her 
lungs in a sobbing rush. She was dimly aware of her hands grasping at his 
driving buttocks, pulling him close, urging him on. He wasn't the 1st to take 
her that night; wasn't the biggest or fattest, & certainly wasn't more skilled 
than his friends had been, but after almost 2 hours taking a cock in one manner 
or another without pause, it didn't take finesse to get her off; simply 
friction. It didn't matter who was getting her off, or that he wasn't trying to 
make her cum; after so long without release, the orgasm satisfied a need she'd 
denied too long. She heard her ragged groans, felt the way it spurred him on. He 
stiffened then, as she teetered on the precipice of another climax, & after 
grunting irregularly for several moments, holding himself inside of her, the 
brute backed out. She glanced drunkenly about the room, looking for the next 
stranger preparing to enjoy her ready body, but the others were spent as well, 
except for the last-the fellow who reminded her of a boy she'd once wanted in 
high school-who was still stroking in & out of the other whore. She blinked back 
a tear at that thought, once more trying to reconcile what she knew was wrong 
with what she'd just felt. Taking a deep breath Melissa stopped replaying the 
past three hours, focusing on the present, & trying to block out what she'd just 
finished doing. what she'd allowed others to do to her.
It no longer threatened to overwhelm her when she was 'working' as Tom put it-
casually, callously. She could lie there, making the appropriate noises, moving 
her body convincingly, while feeling empty & alone. It was only when she came-a 
simple physiological act, one of the other girl's had reminded her, and 
something that she would need to feel to survive her ordeal-that she felt that 
control or anesthesia slip. That simple declaration-she needed to experience 
pleasure to tolerate being used by the endless line of unknown men she knew she 
still faced-had been disturbing when she'd heard it, not in the least as it was 
offered from a younger, outwardly more innocent girl. Mel remembered scoffing at 
the sentiment at the time, even though she'd already known the reality 
physically in the intensive 'training' Tom had forced upon them not so long ago; 
the simple admission of such acceptance had frightened Melissa at the time, yet 
barely a month later, she lay in the plain hotel room, surrounded by strangers, 
& without a 2nd thought began to finger herself, quickly working to another 
cleansing release. The world swirled into a kaleidoscope of sensory information 
as she came again, barely aware of the encouraging shouts of the men who'd 
realized what she was doing & were gathering to watch. 
Blinking, Melissa stopped the memory of the past evening cold, checking 
internally to see if she'd reacted to the memory-an increasing danger that 
frightened her. She looked at the stranger staring back at her from the mirror.  
The green eyes, heavily made up, mascara streaked now, seemed dull.  She knew 
there were dark circles beneath her eyes, hidden by the make-up she had 
dutifully applied in front of the same mirror 3 hours before.  She ran a hand 
through her teased, high-lighted hair, noting the bright flash of red painted 
fingernails, then re-examined the hairstyle-nearly buzzed at the sides, the back 
still long. It wasn't her, but even as she thought that, she knew otherwise; 
often wondered if it was all she would ever be again. It did not seem possible 
so much could have changed in a few months time.  
But it had.  Otherwise, she'd never have been comfortable, much less blas, 
about sitting beside a relative stranger, stark naked. & the act she'd just 
willingly performed. string of acts, really. Without really considering it, 
she'd learned to endure. and to her fright & disgust at times, to even enjoy 
many new things.  Closing her eyes again as if she could shut out such thoughts, 
she took a deep breath, then let her gaze return to the mirror. Her eyes dropped 
to her breasts, 1 nipple glittering where she'd been pierced.  She had been 
amazed to find Tom had apparently been telling the truth when he said that 'all 
of his girls' were so adorned.  Even the black woman beside her wore the silver 
rings, & sported a barely visible tattoo. She would've easily missed the latter, 
but not so long before, the woman's pubes had been as up close and personal as 
was physically possible.  Mel's tongue traced her lips, a memory of the other 
woman's taste lingering, one of the better moments of the finished evening. Mel 
started at the thought, shocking herself anew. 
It had been a surprise to find herself working with a black woman, not out of 
prejudice, but because to her knowledge, Tom's clients were almost exclusively 
black, and had seemed to delight in the idea of 'despoiling' a white housewife. 
Melissa had sometimes wondered how garishly she'd be painted if the faade of 
the innocent, unwilling married woman wasn't a selling point. Except it wasn't a 
faade. she was a married housewife.  A mother.  A schoolteacher.  And now. 
though not truly unwilling, she was on a regular basis a prostitute.  Never mind 
that she received less money than the lowest streetwalker she'd passed driving 
to the meet that night; it was a horrifying but undeniable reality-she gave 
herself to these men for money. In 3 months, she'd slept with more men than she 
could count; total strangers who'd seen her as nothing more than meat for their 
amusement.  She shivered, amazed she could find any pleasure in that existence, 
but aware as well that she'd already have gone mad if there hadn't been some 
bright spot in the nightmare her life had become. She glanced at the other girl. 
younger again, but more comfortable in her role, Melissa thought.  The woman 
noticed her stare & returned it.  She offered a smile that stopped somewhere 
short of her eyes. the sort of smile Melissa-- open, outgoing Melissa-had been 
developing unconsciously.
"Relax, girl.  This wasn't too bad.  Some a them boys could really use their 
meat, you know?  I managed to get off more tonight than I have all week at 
home!"  Melissa nodded reflexively, fervently hoping she'd never compare what 
she'd just done with what she still tried to enjoy in her bedroom. She'd 
diligently forced consideration of the sex she'd just. experienced with making 
love to Jeff. It was already so horrid to consider how thoroughly she'd betrayed 
the man she loved, she refused to believe she could so callously compare what 
they shared with the things she did for Tom's profit (or pleasure). She set 
about combing her hair, & tried not to worry about Kathy's absence.  They were 
supposed to meet right there, to offer what little consolation they could after 
another night of selling themselves, and more importantly, to agree on what they 
would tell their husbands. again.  The web of lies seemed more and more tangled, 
except neither Fred nor Jeff seemed in the least suspicious.  It was just like 
the 'girls' nights out' they had been enjoying for more than a year, so far as 
the men were concerned. 
Acutely aware she could not carry any sign of her infidelity home, Melissa 
stood, turning and trying to eye every inch of her skin for any lasting 
impression she might have to explain.  So far, none of the men who'd been inside 
of her had seemed interested in leaving a sign that Jeff might discover, though 
she guessed it was only because they had not thought of it; or Tom had explained 
the rules to his clients, as well as 'his girls.'  She considered asking 
Shanille to check her over, but opted instead to wait for Kathy to get back.  
She glanced at her clock; glad at least the trio that had worked she and 
Shanille over had been done right at ten.  At the same time, seeing it was 
fifteen after, Melissa couldn't suppress her growing concern for her friend.  
She began to pace, not caring about her nudity as she unwillingly began to 
consider the things that might have happened.  
"Chill, girl," Shanille watched her in the mirror, "It's cool.  She'll be back, 
& you'll be home tucked in beside Little Dick before you know it."  Mel resisted 
turning on the taller woman and confronting her. maybe that was why Shanille was 
working for Tom, but she knew better than to get into such a discussion.  
The first month after their 'education' in Las Vegas, Tom had sent them out 
together.  They had serviced a single obviously wealthy black man the first week 
back, a man barely able to speak English.  Kathy had whispered to Melissa as 
they'd smiled and nodded at the man that it 'couldn't be too bad.' 3 hours 
later, though, they'd each been fucked in the mouth, cunt, and ass by the man, 
as well as by his bodyguards, who'd taken turns with both women after their 
client was satisfied.  Neither had expected any 'easy' jobs since.  They'd 
worked side by side in a downtown hotel room-not a nice place-the next weekend, 
calmly servicing a seemingly endless supply of strangers Tom brought in 3 at a 
time, a buxom redhead lying to Melissa's left. Melissa shivered in the memory of 
her recent orgasms, wondering how long the other girl had been at it-she'd 
really seemed to enjoy the endless supply of cock.  When Kathy had asked her 
about it afterwards, the redhead had shrugged & said she'd learned 'long ago' to 
get what pleasure she could out of the 'arrangement.'  Melissa no longer 
remembered that she'd been horrified at the time; she knew after not so much 
time that the woman was right; all that change of heart had taken was a few 
weeks, & a few dozen men.  
Tom had been present at their 3rd 'job' as well, deftly slipping leather full 
face masks onto their heads after having them each sign a long form, reminding 
them on Kathy's hesitation that he had more than enough videotape to ruin their 
lives. He'd made sure their hair was arranged in the openings provided just for 
that purpose just so, & when Melissa had complained about it being hard to 
breathe, he'd laughed, telling her he'd take if off it she wanted, but since 
they were going to be filmed having sex that night, he'd thought she & Kathy 
would want to remain 'mystery pussy.' The 3 hours that night had been another 
endless string of men moving between her legs, thrusting into her, taking her 
without any regard to her own pleasure.  She'd been glad for Tom's presence 
then, feeling helpless lying blind on the old mattress, feeling it shift with 
the motion of Kathy's 'guests' as well as her own. At least having their 'pimp' 
in the room meant there was no argument over using condoms. Their 1st 'John,' 
the foreigner, had been opposed to using them when Kathy had town a package 
open, but she'd stood her ground, threatening to leave & call Tom, & he & his 
bodyguards had reluctantly let the women apply the latex guardians. the lessons 
Tom taught had a way of making a lasting impression. That was also why both 
women had obediently fingered themselves & each other, & had used whatever 
'toys' he'd told them too, all for the unseen cameras, as well. Afterwards, 
Melissa had been tempted to search for her image on the Internet, but she'd 
resisted, afraid of what she'd find. 
During the 2nd month, Tom had arranged for both women to have sex with several 
of his clients in the back of a porn theater. a thoroughly disgusting, but 
strangely exciting evening, Melissa had admitted to Kathy afterwards, glad when 
her friend agreed with that assessment.  That was the 1st night Melissa 
remembered wanting to feel something between her legs, aware of a need to get 
off while putting out for 'her pimp's boys.' & she had too, so well that she'd 
drawn attention from others in the theater, who'd bargained with Tom for a piece 
of the action. Though she'd gotten off repeatedly that night, it had been a 
sobering experience to learn Tom would sell them out to anyone with the money; 
until that point, she'd held to the misguided notion their persecutor was at 
least in part looking out for them. 
The next week, Tom had met them in the tiny apartment where they left their 
things before any 'engagement' as he termed them. To the girls' surprise & fear, 
he'd separated them, sending Kathy off in the company of another brunette, while 
a 2nd blonde drove Melissa to a bachelor party where they'd been expected to 
dance, then put out.  On the way back, Mel had made the mistake of asking about 
the girl she'd just spent as intimate an evening as was possible, willingly 
offering herself to a dozen total strangers who'd taken turns humping into both 
women again & again.  In doing so, she'd violated 1 of Tom's rules: 1st names or 
nicknames only. She'd thought it a stupid rule, never considering why he'd 
insist on such limited knowledge. Not only had the girl been unresponsive to the 
point she thought it rude, to her horror, the girl had told Tom about the 
conversation. Tom had calmly kissed the girl, whispering something in her ear, 
then had turned, & smiling, told Melissa he was transferring 2 of the other 
girl's 'weeks of service' to her as punishment for her disobedience. It was the 
last time Melissa did anything regarding her '2nd career' without considering 
her 'master's' rules. What had frightened her most at the time was the thought 
that she'd have to 'work' for 2 weeks without Kathy's presence. She'd never 
thought to ask how many tricks '2 weeks' would mean, since before he'd always 
spoken of the number of times she'd have to put out. The subtle shift from 
quantity to time was lost on her. Since that week, though 'working' at the same 
time, she & Kathy hadn't been together for a job, managing barely enough time on 
the drive to & from their 'girls' night out' to get their stories straight. At 
Tom's suggestion, both were asking co-workers about movies they'd seen, getting 
little facts that could protect them should their husbands ask questions or God 
forbid get together & talk about what 'their women' had been doing.  
Melissa eyed Shanille, wondering again about the woman; how long she'd been 
working for Tom; how or why she'd gotten into such a hopelessly unrewarding 
position.  But she didn't ask.  Instead, seeing her partner for the evening 
replacing a handful of condoms in the drawer of the make-up table, she heard 
herself begin,
"How'd you have that many left? There were six guys there, & several of them 
were after me for 2nd's. I only have 2 left. Shanille laughed, 
"Girl, you got to learn to, like, make them last.  They wear the coat if they 
want between my legs, & if they put it in back, they change before they get the 
good stuff again, but in my mouth. I don't know how you do it. I can't stand the 
taste."
"But."
"But nothing, girl. You use the condoms to keep them from filling you up down 
there. Taking a load now & then in the mouth won't hurt. Hell, sometimes they're 
so excited that's all they can do. In fact, I sometimes don't take a condom at 
all," she smiled at Melissa's surprised expression, "Haven't you heard about 
them fancy female condoms?"  Melissa shook her head. "They're like a big sleeve. 
a plastic sock, I thought, so a guy can dip his wick bare & not give you an 
unwanted package. You should try it" Melissa nodded grudgingly, still 
unconvinced, but any further discussion was interrupted by the prolonged 
scrabbling of a key at the lock of the community apartment's front door. A 
moment later, Kathy came in, hair disheveled, eyes more blank than Melissa's had 
seemed a moment before. Melissa rushed to her friend, 
"Kathy? You OK, Hon?"  Getting no response, she shook the taller woman 
forcefully, "Talk to me, Kathy. what is it?"  The usually self-assured brunette 
stared through Melissa, walking stiff-legged into the room, her face an 
expressionless mask. "Kathy!" Melissa's voice was nearly a shout, "What's 
wrong?!"
Her friend reached the bathroom that opened into the studio apartment's single 
room, closing the door behind her. Melissa heard the shower start, the glass 
door slide closed, wondering what had happened.
The other woman was suddenly busily packing her things, making the same double & 
triple checks for missing-or extra-items Melissa would repeat before she left 
for home.  Glancing nervously at the bathroom door, the woman left without a 
word, which somehow amplified her own anxiety over Kathy's behavior. She checked 
the door, relieved to find it unlocked, & began to open it, worried at what she 
might find behind the thin plywood barrier.
	Kathy's dress. Tom's actually, sine he provided all of the clothes-what 
little there were of them most often-for their 'dates, weren't hanging on the 
hook by the shower or in the open hamper atop the semen stained clothes Melissa 
& Shanille had discarded upon their return. Melissa had initially wondered if 
the neighbors wondered about the endless (she supposed) parade of women 
flouncing in & out of the apartment, but she had seldom met anyone in the hall & 
had quickly realized that the neighbors likely were simply glad the 'occupants' 
of the apartment in which she changed for and from her 'tricks' were quiet. Such 
thoughts were far from her mind as Melissa's eyes found her friend, huddled in 
the corner of the shower. The water sounded strange, & with a sudden urgency she 
opened the door, hard enough it rebounded from the rubber stop, closing back  
way before Melissa stopped it, staring at her friend.
	The hand-held showerhead was positioned firmly between Kathy's legs. Her 
dress was bunched at her waist, exposing her trim, taut thighs & hips, calf 
muscles tensed from the crouch. The brunette's eyes were pinched tight in 
response to the discomfort of the steaming water as it blasted against her naked 
sex. Melissa stared for a hand span of seconds, wondering what could have 
happened.  Certainly it wasn't anal sex; though both women had been 'anal 
virgins' before the fateful trip to Las Vegas, neither could claim such any 
longer. the 1st time, with the foreign business man or dignitary and his 
bodyguards, Melissa had thought she would be torn apart; she'd limped into the 
dingy apartment, anxious to check her abused body for signs her husband would be 
sure to note, to find nothing. Since then, she'd learned from watching the other 
more experienced women, who were not uncommonly getting ready as they did. In 
addition to the ever-present supply of condoms, there were always several tubes 
of KY jelly or other lubricants, which she & Kathy realized were meant for both 
orifices, not simply what they'd expected men would most want. Melissa had 
quickly decided all men had a basic perversion-a need to do things to women the 
women would not typically offer or enjoy. At the same time, she couldn't deny 
that sometimes as a man had thrust eagerly at her backdoor, she'd cum as 
strongly as any time she had a man filling her cunt. For Kathy, who'd taken men 
in both holes at once, 'doing' anal seemed second nature already, so Mel didn't 
guess that was the issue.
	Similarly, many of Tom's 'clients' seemed to have been especially gifted 
so far as sexual equipment was concerned. She & Kathy had discussed whether 
their husbands were, in fact, much smaller than average, which both doubted, or 
whether the men seeking Tom's assistance had problems with all but 
'professionals' due to their size. More than once, Mel had heard Tom or another 
girl laugh when someone complained about a guy being 'too big,' pointing out 
that if a baby could pass between a woman's thighs, no cock would be 'too big.' 
Mercifully, few had been close to the tool swinging between Tom's own thighs, or 
those the women had survived in Las Vegas. While most she guessed were a bit 
larger than Jeff's, she could remember at least 3 'men' who'd been much smaller 
than her husband; the fact that she was willing to compare him favorably but 
wouldn't consider the opposite didn't seem strange.  Having taken a 10" tool 
herself that night, Melissa was sure it wasn't the root of her friend's state, 
either.
	"Kathy?" Melissa said a silent thanks for the continuing rain outside as 
she bent toward her friend, aware she was getting a bit wet in the process. The 
brunette didn't seem aware of her presence. Closer, Melissa could see tears 
glistening on Kathy's cheeks.  Worry became alarm, & she reached down, shaking 
her friend's soaked shoulder, "Kathy! What's wrong?"  Her friend blinked, wiped 
feebly at 1 eye with the back of her hand, smearing mascara over wet skin, her 
gaze finally meeting Melissa's.  The eyes mirrored the emotional void Melissa 
had noted seen in her reflection moments before, but there was something more 
unsettling, as well: fear. An icy sensation clenched at Melissa's stomach as she 
knelt, heedless of the spray rising from her friend's exposed crotch to soak the 
front of her clothes. Despite the steam filling the small space, Kathy was 
shivering violently, her face ghostly pale. Melissa feared the 'John' Kathy had 
'entertained' that night had done something horrific to her friend. "What 
happened? What did the bastard do?" her voice was plaintive. She didn't stop to 
think about the solution that came to mind 1st, "I'll call Tom. He'll take care 
of it."  As she moved to rise, Kathy's right hand closed over her forearm, 
holding her in place.  Their locked gaze had never wavered, & for a moment, 
Melissa didn't realize that she'd seen her friend's lips move in a silent 
answer.  She shook her head, "What?"  Again the whisper of something lost in the 
hiss of the shower water. "I still didn't."
	"It broke." delivered with a sigh that seemed to wrack her body in the 
moment before Kathy sobbed in earnest. Reaching up and back, Melissa groped for 
the shower control & turned the pounding spray off, then leaned in fully, 
circling her arms around her shivering friend, pulling her out of her crouch in 
the shower, supporting the larger woman.  Kathy was mumbling, shaking her head 
slightly, "It broke. it broke. it broke."  Melissa jerked the soaked clothing 
off, throwing the garment into the sink & helping her friend to the covered 
toilet before she went to work drying Kathy off. She wondered what Kathy meant, 
unable to guess, & still certain Tom needed to be called. He'd given them an 
emergency number, warning them any abuse would increase their 'debt.' She'd read 
enough thrillers to guess the phone wasn't his, & that any use would mean his 
acquiring a new line. the active number was provided at the same time he or his 
'receptionist' called to alert them to their 'schedule,' & had not changed since 
they'd started, which had suggested there were not often problems when the pair 
had 1st entered his 'service.' Melissa cringed, wondering which or if both women 
would pay for the call she wanted to make. 
	She delayed, more concerned with her friend's immediate situation. Kathy 
had quieted, her body jerking periodically with continued but silent sobs while 
Melissa finished drying her off. Taking the robe she'd just discarded before 
changing at the mirror, Mel wrapped her friend up, leading her to the threadbare 
couch in the middle of the small single room.  She left her alone only long 
enough to grab a glass out of the cupboard & to pour an inch of the cheap 
whiskey kept on the bar between the kitchenette & the main room. As an 
afterthought she brought the bottle along, watching as her friend accepted the 
glass with tremulous hands, downing the bitter amber liquid in a single swallow. 
The 2nd & 3rd glasses-smaller volumes, mercifully-went down as quickly. Melissa 
set the  empty bottle on the pressboard coffee table, wrapping her arms around 
her friend, rocking & whispering nonsense, trying to be comforting. After 
several minutes, Kathy gave a single shuddering sigh, her body relaxing. Melissa 
saw she was biting her lip absently in worry. They'd always been close friends, 
& the shared misery they were enduring had made them something more, though 
neither had admitted as much; on their return from Las Vegas, they'd experienced 
the joy of lesbian love, but had been afraid or unable to spend further time 
together since, apart from some brief 'performing' for some of the 'Johns' 
they'd serviced together; there was simply not enough time for them to be 
together apart from the time they had to surrender to Tom. Resisting the urge to 
kiss her friend with the passion she felt, Melissa rested her forehead on 
Kathy's temple, whispering, 
	"What happened, K?"  Kathy dragged in another ragged breath, & for a 
moment, Melissa feared her friend would pull away from her.
	"It broke." She repeated to Melissa's alarm, though she seemed in better 
control of herself.  Mel waited, but no explanation was forthcoming.
	"What broke, Hon?" She saw Kathy blink back a tear, bite at her upper lip 
again before answering.
	"The condom. it broke, &. he came inside of me." Her body began to quiver 
again as emotion overwhelmed her reserve. "It broke, Mel. What am I gonna do? I 
could be. I might."
	"You may be pregnant." Melissa finished.  Kathy nodded mutely. "Shhh." 
Melissa soothed, "It'll be all right."
	"How?!" Kathy's response was an almost anguished cry. "If I am, Fred'll 
kill me. I can't. I can't go through with it." Melissa imagined herself in 
Kathy's shoes, shivered at the image.
	"He had a vasectomy?" Funny, they'd never mentioned such things before.  
Kathy shook her head.
	"No. but he'd know."
	"How? I mean. Oh," realization struck home with awful clarity-Tom's 
clients were predominantly black & Hispanic. "He was black." Kathy nodded at the 
statement-it wasn't a question. The women sat silently for several minutes 
before Melissa ventured, "You're sure he came. inside of you?" Kathy nodded 
morosely.
	"Oh yeah. It was a single guy. he was handsome enough, & funny. took me 
out to dinner, believe it or not," Melissa suppressed a sudden jealousy. none of 
her tricks had seemed at all interested in her. "We danced, then went to his 
room. He was gentle, & caring. it was almost like being with Fred, but a Fred 
built like Adonis. He ate me out while I sucked him off-God, I came like I can't 
remember from having a man-& I was glad I hadn't put a condom on him yet." 
Melissa was surprised to learn that. she'd only just begun to consider not using 
a condom for any sex act after Shanille's warning that night. "I got him hard 
again, & he'd gotten me off again, & then I rolled the condom onto him. 1 of 
those ribbed Trojans that was in the drawer tonight. God, it was amazing. he 
took me like he hadn't had sex in years, but he didn't cum, & he didn't cum. We 
started out with him on top, & then I was on top, & then we were doing it doggie 
style. I was pounding back against him, cumming & cumming & not caring it wasn't 
Fred-hell, I was glad it wasn't Fred, it felt so good-when he gasped that he was 
going to cum. I pushed back, trying to milk him like that redhead told us the 
other time. those Kegel things? He held on to my hips & held himself buried, & I 
swear, I could feel it boiling out of his cock & into me. I shivered & cried out 
& came again, wondering why it felt so strange. & then he backed out, & went to 
take the condom off. & he said 'Uh-oh.' I froze. I remember turning around. & 
seeing his cock, jutting out of the torn end of the condom. My heart stopped, I 
swear. I cried out, reaching down & feeling the 1st of his cum leaking out of my 
cunt." She stopped for a moment, controlling her emotions with effort. "The 
scary thing is. part of me didn't care. I was still tingling from the climaxes 
he'd given me, & part of me was happy that he'd cum inside of me. it felt so. 
good as he did." Kathy wrapped her arms tighter about her torso, as if against 
the cold. "& then he smiled & said 'Well, it's too late now. we might as well 
enjoy ourselves.' & he took me twice more, without bothering to use another 
condom. laughed when I asked him to. He said, 'Bitch! If you're not already 
preggers from me, this won't knock you up.' & by the time he'd finish, he'd 
already be balls deep, & God help me, I was humping up, ready to let him fuck me 
like that. I kept on cumming. It wasn't until he led me down to the cab that he 
smiled-leered is more like it-at me & said, 'Hope my baby has a good daddy to 
raise him,' as he closed the door. I sat in shock throughout the ride. & the 
cabbie. he kept eyeing me & shaking his head like he knew what was going on." 
She reached for the glass again, filling it  way & downing it in three jagged 
swallows before sagging back against Melissa, "What am I going to do?"
	Melissa shook her head in sympathy, "That's horrible, baby. but it's over. 
You're fine. You don't know that you're pregnant."
	"But I could be. or I could have. I could have anything.."
	"Shhh. We'll tell Tom. He'll have the guy tested. He'll have you tested. 
If you're late, we'll get a test; if it's positive. we'll cross that bridge when 
we get there." She reached out, raising her friend's face, "Listen to me. it 
isn't your fault. & no one will ever know, even if you are pregnant. We'll take 
care of this. we'll get through all of this."  Kathy nodded, but Melissa was 
disheartened to see no sparkle return to her friend's eyes. "Do you want me to 
call Tom?" she asked, & without waiting for Kathy to answer, went on, "Remember, 
he'll probably call tomorrow morning or Saturday with another 'job' & we can 
tell him then. if we call & he doesn't think it's an emergency, we'll have to 
work even more for him. None of this can change, & nothing will be sure for 
several days, but if you want, I'll call right now." Melissa stopped, hoping not 
to have seemed too insensitive. Her friend sighed, then nodded slightly.
	"No. Let's just get cleaned up & go home. I'll have to wait to see what 
happens." Both remembered the pill he'd provided in Las Vegas. he could take 
care of it for them. the question was whether it would be worth the cost. From 
her reaction, Melissa guessed Kathy didn't think so.

	Across town, Tom glanced down at the cell phone clipped unobtrusively to 
his belt. It was set on 'vibrate,' & had a full charge. He kept it with him 
whenever 'his girls' were working, which anymore was every night & most days. 
He'd brought in a friend who was learning the ropes of 'procurement' & was 
coming along nicely, though he found he missed the excitement of the chase, & 
especially knowing he was the 1st to adulter most of his whores' marriages. He 
considered calling the apartment to see if there'd been any problem, but this 
was not a work night for him. he trusted the guys he'd sent girls to that night, 
they were old customers, & the girls hadn't shown any inclination to being a 
problem since he'd fined the blonde 2 weeks for being nosy.
	He thought about Mike, who'd done shady things for him on the periphery of 
his enterprise for more than a year; long enough to put two & two together. The 
man was smooth, but not too smooth, a frustrated lawyer working in a lab across 
town. They'd met fortuitously when Dwayne had been trying to figure a way to get 
his KC girls checked when needed without jumping through such hoops as a 
doctor's office; he hated situations where he had to give control to anyone 
else. Mike had signed on the minute he'd heard 'Tom's' sob story about his 
'girlfriend,' offering to run the tests for them. Of course, when Dwayne had 
appeared with a pair of girls a week later, the younger man had been taken 
aback. But he'd been equally eager to help, especially for a little 'bonus' 
intimacy once the girls were proven clean. Still as 'Tom,' Dwayne had carefully 
checked his new 'partner' out, & everything he'd learned had been positive. The 
guy was as cool as ice, didn't get rattled, didn't worry or moralize or 
rationalize what was going on. As long as no one was getting hurt. or for that 
matter, so long as no one who got hurt could get him in trouble, he was happy to 
do what he could for a piece of ass whenever he wanted & a tidy little tax-free 
profit. Dwayne had learned the hard way when he'd turned over a promising 
Cleveland 'enterprise' to a slick fellow that psychopaths might do all right for 
a while, but the moment he'd moved on to set up in St. Louis, the nut he'd left 
in charge had screwed things so badly it had very nearly ruined the entire set-
up. Luckily, he'd been. taken care of. as a favor from a big hitter in the 
Cincinnati area, & Dwayne had been more careful since. Michael had laughed about 
the tests he was supposed to take when 'Tom' approached him about a 'bigger 
role' in things, but he'd agreed quickly enough, & everything Dwayne could test 
had suggested a stable partner. He'd already been in KC almost 2 years, longer 
than any place but Denver & Omaha, & while it was nice to have people he knew & 
called friends, it was also a risk, & there were plenty of other large cities 
for him to 'open franchises' as he explained it to his 'investors.' 
	The key was to stay long enough things were settled & would work, without 
staying so long as to get entangled in the things that would happen after he 
moved on. Dwayne as Tom still had a hand in what was happening in several 
cities, mostly places where 1 of 'the girls' had come up so well he'd left them 
in charge of recruiting, visiting only to help 'provide the meat' as 1 girl 
termed it, & to iron out problems that infrequently occurred. Considering it was 
housewives running San Antonio & Denver, he admitted women did a better job of 
keeping things together, though they were also hesitant to let him 'solve' the 
problem cases, knowing what that meant. When he was planning to turn a city over 
to another man-he'd continue to enjoy the girls' services & would handle 
placements for problem cases while referring 'customers' for a fee only-he'd 
opted for erasing as many of his own 'recruits' as possible, in order to limit 
his own exposure. It helped that he was never without sunglasses around the 
women, unless it was too dark in a room to see details. It also helped that even 
if someone found out about 'Tom' & by some miracle traced Tom to Dwayne, they'd 
find only another phantom; for he wasn't really Dwayne, either, or any of four 
other identities he'd developed over the nearly 2 decades he'd been plying his 
'trade.' The 2 he'd picked out of the yuppie bar would be his last 'crop' from 
KC. Given that consideration, he was glad things were operating smoothly.  6 
more months tops, get Michael up to speed, & he'd be gone to greener pastures.  
	"Hey, Dwayne!  You want another?" the bartender, a friend from school, but 
oblivious to how Dwayne Richards made a living, shouted jovially, pointing at 
the nearly empty mug in front of him. 
"Sure, Tiny," he answered, "Give me another root beer." The big man laughed & 
shook his head, "Boys," he began to the others irregularly lining the bar, "Time 
was, Mr. Richards here drank enough to keep me in business single handedly!" 
Dwayne waved him off.
"Flatterer."
"It's truth," the bartender/owner countered, "You were amazing in your day."
"Ouch," Dwayne smiled, "I thought this still was my day." The bartender smiled, 
showing large white teeth, the right front capped with his initial in a garish 
red semi-precious stone.
"You sure you aren't drinking something harder, then?" Tiny razzed as he set the 
foam capped mug down in front of Dwayne.  Dwayne's smile vanished as he felt a 
vibration on the other side of his belt. his pager.  Or rather, Tom's pager. it 
was best to keep his business & personal lives totally separate, considering the 
sort of profession he practiced. He glanced at the screen of the alphanumeric 
pager, keying in with the arrow keys the security code that he'd added as an 
extra feature. He glanced at the number & stood, waving to Tiny.
"Keep my beer cold, will ya, I gotta visit the john." Tiny nodded an 
understanding, & Dwayne. now Tom sauntered to the back of the bar. Standing in 
the small, vacant bathroom, he dialed the number on the phone located inside the 
men's room-a touch he appreciated-waiting through 3 rings. 
"'Lo. Tom, that you?" It was Lionel.. the advertising man from Chicago he'd set 
up with the brunette. Kathy. He paused, remembering what she felt like. there 
was a fire inside of her he'd really enjoyed.
"Yeah. What up?" It was best to keep things to a minimum, even on a random pay 
phone as he was using. He was careful not to leave any prints on the phone.
"There was. look man, there was a problem, & I didn't do anything. I don't want 
to have to find anyone else, you know, so I wanted to call & tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Your girl?  The leggy brunette?  I uh. the uh, condom failed, man.  Ripped & I 
filled her up."
"You did." Tom/Dwayne considered the information. he hadn't gotten a call, so 
maybe the girl wasn't worried about it. or maybe she was terrified, but wouldn't 
risk the extra time using his cell phone would cost her; she'd learned that 
lesson the easy way, watching her friend get a couple 'penalty weeks.' He tried 
to calculate the risks, based on the intimate details he required the girls 
provide-their only 'off' week was when they were bleeding. He smiled to himself. 
such 'accidents' were inevitable, & he'd learned to use them to his advantage. a 
woman scared of getting preggers would agree to the Depo shots he could provide; 
which would mean she'd stop bleeding, so he could work her every week. Of 
course, it wasn't all perfect, he knew. There were other questions that needed 
answering, as well. "You clean?" 
"I swear it, man. Swear it. You want, I'll take a test."
"Damn right you'll take a test. that's the agreement at the get go. You'll also 
pay for her tests."
"But." Dwayne knew men enough to ask the right questions to end any argument.
"How many times you cum inside my girl?"  There was an uncomfortable pause that 
was answer enough. The guy was wondering whether the whore would be loyal to him 
or Tom.  
".Three times, man." Dwayne/Tom made another mental note to punish Kathy for 
letting the guy do it after the accident, which he knew could easily not have 
been an accident, but this guy had been with him a long time & should  know the 
cost of such a screw up.
"Uh-huh. That gets checked too, you know?" he didn't pause for an answer, "But 
this way you get her test results, too.  That should be fair enough." He sighed, 
then recited an address, "Stop there in the morning. Ask for Mike. Tell him Tom 
sent you. he'll collect the money. for 2 sets of tests, & the MAP," he spoke the 
acronym, 'map.'
"The map?"  
"Yeah man. it's all in the fine print ," & it was. Tom kept everything on file, 
hard copy & computerized. in an age where criminals could sue for damages 
incurred during their criminal activities, he took no chances, "You're paying 
for a morning after pill so you don't have to worry about child support later."
"What if she won't take it? I mean."
"They're my girls. they do what I say!" Tom almost snarled into the phone, "You 
thinkin' you gonna take her away from all this?"
"No man, I. I mean, she was nice. I'd like to do her again when I'm in town, 
that's all."
"We'll see, man. I have to see how all this shakes out. Now you got that address 
& name?"  He listened as the man read them back in response. "Good. Now I gotta 
get ahold of the bitch & get this straightened out. Hope you had fun man."
"No shit!" Dwayne could hear the man's smile, "I'm serious, she was the best 
I've had. really seemed to be enjoying it, too, you know? That blew my mind."
"It'd blow her hubby's mind, too, but that's what I can provide, my man. Later." 
He hung up, then returned to the bar, downing his drink quickly, before waving a 
good-bye at Tiny & stepping into the balmy post-rain air. He resisted the urge 
to call the apartment on the emergency phone. doing so would mean getting 
another clone, & that would upset all of the girls. He was guessing the little 
blonde, Melissa, had calmed her friend down & that they'd decided to wait until 
he called with their next appointment. He smiled to himself, admitting both were 
doing just fine, though it wouldn't keep him from dealing them when the time 
came. It was funny, the way most of them seemed relieved when the end came. He 
guessed they were tired of leading a double life. Of course, he led a double 
life as well, a though which brought another smile as he considered how well his 
'financial consultant' cover business had fared during the dot com boom, & that 
he'd seen the writing on the wall & gotten out in time to save his hide. The 
girls, though. they didn't ever really have a chance, & almost universally, by 
the time their debt was paid, they'd been beaten down by the guilt they felt for 
what they'd allowed to happen again & again & again enough that they didn't 
really seem to care any more. that, or they'd become hooked on the sex, which 
he'd heard the conservative zealots shouting about, but didn't believe. Turning 
the key in his Escalante SUV, Dwayne paused to jot a few cryptic notes into his 
PDA-again, a secured portion-before he headed for his place, wishing in part 
he'd stopped by 'the girls' apartment' to enjoy his newest local addition. 
Glancing at the planner's calendar feature, he shrugged, guessing they'd be his 
'babies' for less than a week; Michael's 1st catch was ready to be reeled in.


Part X
Melissa didn't stop to think about the fact that she was suddenly anxious for a 
call from the man who'd ruined her life. She'd tried to sleep after dropping a 
passably drunk Kathy at her place, but rest had eluded her. She'd searched the 
web-using her own older computer rather than the family's broadband connection 
to hide her 'surfing'-as she had for hours uncounted after being ensnared by 
Tom, looking for any sign of a way out. something about him she could trade for 
she & Kathy's freedom. At times, she remembered the suggestion that 'recruiting' 
would earn credit toward release, but she doubted it would be enough to get her 
free, & still couldn't bring herself to help the monster who held her life in 
his palm ensnare other women. even women she hated. She'd heard the others 
laughing about it. Nurses, teachers, even housewives, judging by the clothes 
they wore into the apartment & the things they'd carried. the others seemed 
quite happy to trap some other hapless woman into the life of sex for safety 
(not money she kept telling herself). It was the 1st time she'd been glad she 
had a 'pimp' to take care of problems, never considering he was the indirect 
cause of Kathy's problem to begin with. 
The call came at lunch. they always came at lunch. It was a woman's voice, & for 
a moment, Melissa longed to be the 1 paying her time off by sending other women 
out to appease strange cock. The woman told her to wait, & a moment later, Tom 
was on line. Melissa felt a strange combination of attraction & loathing to the 
man, this time more the former, considering she was sure he'd help her. Before 
she could speak, he said, "You did well, last night." 
"Did the. did Fred," he'd warned them not to ever use the name 'John' or the 
customers' real names, assuming they learned them, when talking on the phone, 
"Enjoy the movie?" There was a dry chuckle.
"Oh, they most certainly did. but I'm talking about your friend, & her. 
situation." Melissa swallowed, nodding though he couldn't see her. "I have a job 
for you both tomorrow morning. should be finished by about lunch time. & I'll 
get her the necessary equipment," she was sure he meant another morning after 
pill, "Then."
"What about." she stopped short, not wanting to anger him.
"About what?" he waited.
"Shouldn't' she be tested?"
"Oh, she will be. has been, in fact, by now. Don't you worry about that. Just be 
at the apartment together at 7 tomorrow morning." The line went dead before 
Melissa could protest that it was too early, though the protest had already died 
unspoken, as well. Her hand was shaking as she hung up, & she ducked into her 
classroom, opening a drawer & pulling out the thermos that she'd begun carrying 
with her to school sometime in the 2nd week of her prostitution. She'd left 
school the 1st afternoon she'd sat down to calculate how far she'd gotten into 
her 'debt,' the Friday after the 1st time she'd been apart from Kathy. Including 
the Saturday (& even Sunday) tricks Tom had demanded of them, she'd been 
horrified to realize she'd slept with 40 men in 2 months. not including the men 
in Las Vegas. She'd been comfortably numb on a lot of rum & a little coffee for 
the rest of the afternoon, & had found herself needing the comfort alcohol 
promised more & more. 
At night, it was wine, enough that she was compliant & could tolerate Jeff doing 
whatever he wanted, which, to her relief was little more than they'd done 
before. She tried to enjoy it, & hated herself for imagining Tom at times when 
they made love, denying it as being anything but guilt at the whore she'd 
become, & hating that she couldn't show him what did feel better without risking 
his curiosity at how she'd learned such facts & techniques. Afraid of his 
discovery, she'd kept track of her 'work' at school, making cryptic notes that 
no one would be able to decipher should they stumble upon them. At times, she 
was relieved to think that she could be free of Tom in less than a year's time. 
Other times she was sure she'd already gone too far, & knew that whatever Tom 
did, she'd never be the same. No one-not Jeff, not Tom, not the other teachers 
or her students-seemed to have noticed the change, which was almost enough for 
her to convince herself it was all under control. she didn't have a problem, 
except for the obvious: she was a whore.
That thought prompted another hit of the barely coffee mixture, & then she put 
the thermos back in her desk, telling herself the arousal she was trying to 
ignore was caused by the knowledge Kathy would be all right, & not that she 
would soon see Tom again. 

Obeying Tom's instructions, Kathy had taken an early lunch, driving straight to 
the clinic he had indicated. It wasn't advertised except in small block letters 
on the glass of the front door, but inside, the place smelled like every 
hospital she'd ever visited. She sat in the barely adequate furniture after 
ringing a buzzer positioned on the desk; tried not to think about the additional 
2 weeks Tom had demanded for her letting a 'John' cum inside of her, not by 
accident, but the 2nd & 3rd times. It embarrassed her that he'd known so much, 
just as she'd been embarrassed when she'd gone back to the apartment, looking 
for more sex with him 2 days after they'd gotten back from Las Vegas. She'd 
known then that she needed more of him, whatever the cost. He'd laughed, asking 
where Melissa was. Kathy knew her friend was as hooked on Tom's cock as she was, 
but the little blonde had more of a family to lose, & so had been better at 
denying her needs. She forced such thoughts aside, acutely aware of the 
predicament she faced. maybe pregnant, with a black man's baby. A few minutes 
passed, & then the window at the side of the room had slid open, & a matronly 
woman had asked her name, clucking as she checked her schedule-why Kathy wasn't 
sure. She was told it would be a minute, & sat, wishing she'd brought a book 
with her. 
She'd gotten home to find Fred sleeping across the middle of their bed-luckily a 
king size. Like Melissa, she'd tossed throughout the night, until such time as 
the alarm was about to ring anyway. Trying to wake fully beneath yet another 
pounding shower-& resisting the urge to drag the showerhead down to again scour 
her betraying cunt-she'd tried to ignore what she'd felt the night before-before 
the condom tore-focusing on what such behavior would cost her. Unlike Melissa, 
there weren't kids to worry about, but she'd lose her job, her friends, & 
everything she knew & was comfortable with. She blinked, a sudden image of the 
'outed' Kathy, turning tricks on the street like a common whore dancing behind 
her eyes. It would be the only thing she was good for. She wondered if Tom would 
have a use for her when Fred divorced her, & made no attempt to hide the truth 
from herself-they'd already been perilously near divorce. She'd known he was 
cheating for some time, but hadn't concerned herself with his affair, so long as 
it left her free to do what she wanted. Increasingly, that'd been going out with 
Melissa, & she squirmed, feeling some impossible to prove guilt that she'd 
brought it on them by somehow playing up to Tom that night in the bar. the night 
neither could remember. 
She wished she couldn't remember the nights since. the times she'd spread her 
legs, letting total strangers have her in whatever carnal way they desired. It 
sickened her that she'd enjoyed their touch more often than not; that she woke 
wanting to feel that touch again. She shifted in the poorly padded plastic 
chair, scandalized when her thoughts wandered to a similar sensation, when she'd 
been pushed back into the plastic seat of an impressive basketball arena, her 
ankles draped over the arms 2 chairs away as an entire basketball team had taken 
turns fucking her & Melissa & a redhead whose name she couldn't remember. They'd 
been working together the prior Thursday, simply lying back as man after man 
took a turn rutting into 1 or the other of the trio at some business convention 
downtown, & she remembered wondering if that had been better or worse as the 
eight impossibly big black men, a Hispanic fellow, & a single white player had 
laughed & joked, comparing the women as if they were inanimate objects. She 
remembered feeling jealous the 1st time she heard 1 talking about how good 
Melissa's cunt felt, & how she'd began to hump at the fellow fucking her just 
then, anxious to make an impression on the stranger. Of the handful of condoms 
she'd brought, she'd gone back to the studio apartment with 1-a warning not to 
take anything for granted, as she was certain the lack of protection would have 
made no difference in their readiness to fuck her, had any been able to keep 
going. 
The next Saturday. after Tom had separated she & Melissa, Kathy had found 
herself in the company of a heavier but more stacked brunette & a black woman 
who thought she was God's gift to mankind; or at least men. The foursome of 
Asian businessmen they serviced weren't hung like most of the men Kathy had 
gotten used to taking between her legs, but they were more contemptuous of the 
women they were using than Kathy had thought possible. & they'd used condoms at 
a prodigious rate. The frequent switch from mouth to ass to cunt, & back, each 
change involving the ass requiring a change in the 'raincoat' which angered the 
men & seemed to fuel their abusive attitude. It was the least pleasing encounter 
Kathy had endured to date-at the 2 hour mark she wasn't yet fully wet, & was 
thankful for the lubricant she'd applied vigorously before leaving the 
apartment. In the midst of changing an impatient, angry older executive who'd 
just viciously fucked her ass & wanted her cunt, she realized the black girl was 
getting much better treatment, & watching, she quickly guessed the reason. The 
girl wasn't doing oral with a condom. Anal & vaginal, yes, but she would suck 
them like a tigress, & in fact had the baggy 'female condom' between her legs, 
making it easy to switch between oral & vaginal as well. If there was any 
consolation, it was that the ebony goddess took more of the men's load than 
Kathy & the other brunette combined. She also endured almost no ridicule, 
whereas by the night's end, Kathy had wondered if she'd somehow been transformed 
into a hideous witch by her weeks as a whore; no man had ever treated her so 
badly, & it'd been a struggle to hide her hurt from Melissa. 
The thought of her friend eased the anxiety Kathy had felt. If there was a 
single positive outcome from the mess in which both women were embroiled, it was 
that their friendship. no, it was more than that. had blossomed. Kathy blushed 
at the warmth that quickly built between her thighs as she remembered that 1st 
night, after the orgiastic flight back from Las Vegas. she'd never felt so 
feminine; had never enjoyed such pleasure as she'd known being with Melissa. She 
longed for more, & thought her friend felt the same, but the whole of their time 
'together' had been co-opted by Tom & his endless 'services.' 
A noise drew her from her reverie. She looked up to see a man in scrubs eyeing 
her from the door between the sliding window & the empty desk. He looked vaguely 
familiar, dark black skin, though that was the usual for the men she'd 'met' in 
the last 3 months. She wondered briefly if she'd 'known' him, but couldn't 
imagine that would be, until she remembered it was a place Tom had sent her. 
suddenly she was almost sure she'd been with this man before. He smiled at her, 
asking her to 'join him,' & Kathy moved to obey, a nervous flutter touching her 
stomach as she wondered just what the man had in store for her. 
"You look nervous." The man's voice was vaguely familiar, as well.
"I am. I assume you know why I'm here?" He nodded, waving a hand dismissively.
"Just a couple tests. they'll be done in no time," he helped her to sit in a 
padded exam chair, setting her arm on the fold-down rest & gathering some 
equipment from the counter along the wall. He deftly applied the tourniquet, 
snapping the vein that popped up on her arm, & swabbing it with alcohol. He 
stabbed a small needle into the vein, released the tourniquet, then taped the 
length of tubing to her arm, the little plastic tabs at the needle's sides 
holding the needle in place. He collected blood in a syringe, dividing it into 3 
tubes, then set a plastic end on the line, taping it in place once again. 
"You'll need to collect some urine," he said, handing her a cup & pointing to an 
open bathroom stall, "Sorry about the door, but for work exams we have to 
witness it, you understand." She nodded absently, still trying to remember where 
she'd heard him before. She was almost sure this man had been between her legs, 
& the thought that she couldn't remember was both exciting & scary. 
Midway through her filling the cup, she remembered-the film Tom had made of 
them. That's where she'd heard the voice, just before she'd felt him slipping 
into her. almost as big as Tom. & good enough she'd gotten off twice before he'd 
stopped, filling the condom. She wondered if she should mention knowing him, a 
naughty voice somewhere in her head suggesting he could 'have' her fully, then 
give her the pill for which she'd come.  She resisted giving into that impulse, 
aware that at the least it could lead to a punishment from Tom. She carried the 
urine container out of the open bathroom, & the tall, well-muscled tech turned, 
expertly dipping a tiny strip of paper into the cup. He repeated the process 
twice more, with different strips, then shook his head.
"I'm sorry, if you want to wait, I'll check the blood value. we don't know if 
you need the pill yet." Kathy nodded, her stomach knotted with anxiety. "You 
look nervous," the man said, sitting down beside her after he'd set the vials of 
blood into a tiny window in the wall, closed the door, & flipped a switch, 
"They'll have an answer in about 8 minutes. Do you want something to help you 
relax while we wait?" Kathy bit her lip, wondering what the man meant. Then she 
remembered he'd left the IV in, & guessed he meant some Valium. She nodded, & he 
smiled briefly, turning to a smaller cabinet, recessed under the counter. He 
snapped the pale green top off of a small clear plastic bottle, stabbing a fresh 
needle into the tiny vial after swabbing the top with alcohol. He inverted the 
bottle, the contents jetting into the syringe. He then swabbed a second vial, 
with a bit of white powder inside. The liquid was squirted into the vial, the 
vial swirled with a practiced flick of the wrist, & then the mix-powder 
dissolved into the fluid-was drawn back into the syringe. "Any allergies?" the 
man asked, & at Kathy's nod, he swabbed the stopper at the end of the IV, 
impaling the rubber surface with the needle, & slowing depressing the syringe's 
plunger. When it was  in, he paused, taking a moment to draw a 2nd syringe of 
the liquid from a green-capped bottle. He returned, looking down at Kathy, who 
was barely conscious.
"There, isn't that better?" he crooned, & smiled as Kathy nodded, the tip of her 
tongue  lolling at the side of her mouth. Her eyes were  closed, pupils 
constricted, her breathing shallow & a bit faster than it had been. "Yeah, 
that'll take care of anything, baby," Michael crooned, smiling to himself. The 
woman had to be a drug virgin. he guessed she seldom drank enough to get 
seriously hammered. Of course, having learned Tom's method of recruiting women, 
he understood this was the sort who'd be most easily caught by the combination 
drug cocktail Tom was employing. Michael had his own available supply of drugs, 
as insulated from his true identity as whoever Tom really was protected himself.  
Pharmaceutical grade morphine was worth more than it's weight in gold on the 
street, but it was too risky selling to strangers. Instead, Michael had figured 
the combination of a bit of drug dependence & the compromising images the 
'induction drug' Tom had provided him would assure his bitches remained 
faithful. He remembered the cutie he'd just dosed-she'd been a great lay the day 
they'd made a 'White Housewife Whores' video. He closed the door to the exam 
room where she lay, blissfully unaware of anything going on around her.
Padding into the reception area, he invited the secretary to take an early 
lunch, adding that he'd stay as a patient had 'had a Vagal reaction.' The 
matronly woman nodded her thanks & left, eager in part for her nicotine fix, 
Mike was sure. He closed the door behind her, waving, & after she'd settled 
behind the seat of her car, he threw the deadbolt on the door. He wondered how 
Tom had gotten by so well without resorting to more definite means of control. 
After all, what housewife would be able to find a different connection once she 
was hooked? & what hubby would know that his wife was a junkie? Of course, 
getting them to kick if you were shopping a whore out, as he'd gathered Tom not 
infrequently did, could be a problem, but this 1 was too old to figure some high 
roller would want her. the blonde she'd been with, though. she might still have 
a shot at becoming a harem girl. He decided then & there he'd reserve the drugs 
for the women who wouldn't make it to the auction block, but would do well in 
the numerous whorehouses dotting the country. It was a booming business, what 
with the Government shutting off the flow of Latin American & Eastern European 
pussy. A little attention to detail-keeping her dependent without increasing the 
dose enough to be a concern or a drain on his supply-& 'his new girl' (he 
already thought of them that way) would be willing to do whatever he wanted. 
He knew Tom was opposed to using the drugs so casually; the man was sure it 
would backfire & get the carefully constructed ring torn down. But Mike had 
gotten a tacit 'OK' to try it on 1 of the women, & when the opportunity had 
presented itself, it'd been too good to pass up. He wondered if Tom had guessed 
this would be their guinea pig, & decided it probably didn't matter. The man 
liked pussy, that was true enough, but he didn't get attached. That was an 
important lesson, too, Michael told himself as he finished closing the blinds & 
stepped into the back room. 
The woman hadn't changed position. He took a moment, eyeing her, remembering how 
she'd looked, spread eagle & stark naked on the rubber mats before. She was 
prettier than he'd guessed, & he suddenly realized she'd probably go on Tom's 
'auction block' as well.  He was anxious for a moment, then decided it would be 
proof that he could control any girl with a little pharmacological help. He 
locked the door to the exam room-no sense being careless-& reached beneath the 
brunette's skirt, calmly easing the lace panties off. He smiled as the woman 
groaned at his touch, lifting her hips to aid his effort. He left her heels on, 
untucking the blouse & reaching underneath to lift her bra over her firm globes. 
He eyed the nipples, already rising in the cool room air, then moved back, 
spreading her legs & pausing to collect some sterile lubricant on his fingers, 
he dipped 2 between her pouting labia. They slipped inside of her effortlessly, 
& within 4 strokes, the woman was moaning softly, her body undulating, welcoming 
the intimate touch. He'd waited in hopes the dose would be wearing off, & her 
eyes flickered a bit wider, as if she was trying to decide what was real & what 
was a dream. He checked the clipboard he'd grabbed at the front desk, which 
showed the values from the automated lab's evaluation of her blood & urine. 
She'd caught, so the pill would be necessary. He calmly dispensed one from a 
bottle in his lab coat, holding it with the fingers now wet with her flowing 
juices. Bringing it to her lips, he told her to swallow it, then set about 
building her up again, fingering her already open & wanting slit, & pinching her 
pert nipples. 
Kathy felt the need racing through her body, seemingly out of nowhere. She 
vaguely remembered asking for the Valium, & watching him prepare it, & then. it 
was as if she'd simply floated away. She looked about, almost giggling when it 
seemed to her she was watching a big black man getting ready to  have his way 
with a white woman. Belatedly, she realized she was looking at herself; that was 
what she was feeling. The knowledge only made the sensation grow, the building 
pleasure & its accompanying ache for release the only things she felt. There was 
no thought of her predicament, or Fred. nothing but her approaching orgasm, 
which seemed to buzz in every cell. She wanted to beg him to fuck her. didn't 
care about a condom or not, didn't care if Tom would be mad & make her trick 
forever. she had to have this man inside of her. Now. 
Then he was pulling her to the edge of the exam chair, & turning her, placing 
his thick, naked thighs between hers, his manhood jutting at her, heavy with 
potency. She whimpered as he slipped into her effortlessly, wishing she could 
make her legs move, wanting to lock him inside of her thighs, inside of her. He 
was her entire world for that moment, & as he thrust easily in & out, she came 
like never before, but all without making a sound. Barely moving as he fucked 
into her harder & faster, feeding her need, overcoming any resistance that might 
have remained to her being his willing whore. 
"Oh yeah, that's my whore. That's my little whore!" Michael chanted as he fucked 
in & out of the brunette's clenching pussy. She'd managed a few moans & groans, 
& he could tell from the muscles undulating over her flat stomach that she'd cum 
& again & again. He'd given her the rest of the dose as he began to fuck her, 
wanting her to associate the high of the drug with the touch of his cock deep 
inside of her. He'd read enough about conditioning to know that the lowered 
inhibitions brought on by the drug, & the physical pleasure he was providing 
her, would be reinforced; that was his theory. that tying sex to the drug hit 
would bind a woman to her pimp, or any other man he chose to use in a similar 
setting. Of course, having the drug as incentive would help, but if he could get 
them hooked on the sex rather than the drug. Michael smiled, working in & out of 
her in long, steady strokes. She really was an amazing piece of ass, & he was 
glad she'd come up clean on the quick tests, so he could take her without 
concern for his own safety. He smiled, wondering how she'd feel when she came to 
in a few minutes. He needed to cum by then, but had managed to hold off through 
most of her high, keeping his focus on keeping her cumming. Suppressing the urge 
to shout, he tensed, letting fly as he felt her tremors easing, & saw more 
purposeful movement in her limbs. He finished quickly, wiping his still drooling 
glans on her pubes, then flipping her skirt down, lowering the bra over her 
still hard nipples, & smoothing her blouse, as if she'd loosed it to provide the 
urine sample. Her panties stayed in his pocket. he wanted her to dwell on what 
she'd done-what she'd felt-while she was at work that afternoon. 
He left, turning the lights out & busying himself with other less pressing tests 
that had been provided by a variety of businesses around the town. Like Tom, his 
'side business' as it had suddenly become with his introduction to Tom's 
enterprise, had been turning a sizeable profit each year. The gig he'd agreed to 
pursue for Tom was simply a chance to try something daring & risky & profitable 
in a more carnal sense. That thought reminded him of Marcie, the red head he was 
working on recruiting, along with her friend, a mousy blonde named Karen. The 
1st part had gone just as Tom had predicted, & he'd already enjoyed a feverish 
evening with both women (a pleasant surprise to find the blonde was a fireball 
once she got going) & been amazed at the detached way both women had let a total 
stranger forever alter their bodies. Though Tom had cautioned him to be careful, 
he'd shadowed both women, curious as to how they'd react to the blank spot in 
their lives. They'd been slow to pick up on the clues. something Tom had 
insisted wasn't bad, since it invariably meant women who wouldn't puzzle too 
much over the larger picture as they worked themselves deeper & deeper into the 
quagmire of sex for money. Tom had explained how he 'trained' his women, & had 
provided the tattoo studio & a willing cock for that purpose, as well as some 
friends he was willing to share, though the connections that allowed in flight 
orgies to Las Vegas hadn't followed along. 
That was fine, Michael preferred to stay local, & had arranged for a farmhouse. 
a barn really. to serve as his women's training facility. It had already proven 
perfect its 1st two uses, ensnaring a mother daughter combination, & 2 sultry 
co-eds from a local junior college. Tom had been along for the 1st run, & had 
shadowed him on the 2nd, providing 1 of the many cocks Michael 'introduced' the 
women too each time. His 'Mondays' & 'Wednesdays' as Tom called them, referring 
to the night of the week he'd continue to 'work' them, were running almost as 
smoothly as Tom's last pair, which included the brunette he'd just thoroughly 
enjoyed. Tom had made it plain the women had to come away from their 1st 
'introduction to prostitution' as he termed it liking the pimp's equipment, & 
what he could do for them. That had been no problem for Michael, who'd found he 
enjoyed using his staying power to get his women off again & again. & whether 
they'd admit it to themselves or not, Tom was right, the women wanted more. It 
was part of what kept them in line, he was sure, & wanted to reinforce it with 
the small doses of morphine like he'd just used on Kathy. The question was how 
she'd react as she came down from her high. 
	It was almost 1 when Kathy staggered out, still reeling visibly, eyes wide 
in recognition of what had happened. She searched for the receptionist after her 
eyes found Michael, wandering without hesitation to his crotch. He suppressed a 
smile as she tried to compose herself & approach him like he was a stranger on 
the street.
	"H-how'd it turn out?" she managed, blushing as he considered before 
answering.
	"You tests?  You'd caught-you were pregnant-but I gave you the pill to 
take care of it. No diseases," he paused, "& I must say, you're tight little 
cunt is even more agreeable than it was the 1st time I had you." Her blush 
deepened, but she managed a quiet, 'Thanks,' looking up to him as if afraid of 
his disapproval.
	"If you ever want to. you know. just call me." She fumbled in her handbag 
for a card, but Michael held a hand out.
	"It's OK. I have your numbers. I'm going to be taking over for Tom." She 
paused, as if unsure how to react to that, but a smile spread across her face 
after a moment, & she relaxed, murmuring happily. He kept his gaze from the 
rising points of her nipples as her body responded to that knowledge, & he 
abruptly reminded her she should get back to work. She bobbed her head, eyes 
dropping to the floor as she hurried past him, out to her car. She was still 
swaying, but the after effects of the drug kept the bright sunlight from slowing 
her down. A moment later she was gone, & Michael was certain his theory was 
right; he'd soon have a more devoted, willing stable than Tom had ever managed. 
He stepped back to the phone, betting his partner would soon be adding a trick 
to his repertoire. 
	Safely in her car, Kathy tried to understand what had just happened. She'd 
realized it wasn't a dream as she came to in the heated exam room, & felt the 
man's semen seeping from her naked cunt. Her panties were gone, & she'd felt a 
lingering worry about possible pregnancy until she'd gone out, & that incredible 
man had told her she'd been pregnant, but he'd already given her the pill she 
needed. It had taken all her will power not to beg him to fuck her again then & 
there. She remembered the pleasure he'd given her, a more thorough & complete 
release than she'd ever experienced, & she'd quickly admitted to herself after 
they'd 1st 'known' Tom that he was at least so skilled with his enormous cock 
that she'd known she'd want more of him. This man. it was something more 
powerful, a physical  need. Still shuddering with lingering pleasure, she weaved 
her way back to work, not caring that she was pantiless, with crusting semen on 
her inner thighs, & wondered how she'd go about telling Melissa all of the news.
	When she got back to work, the message light on her phone was blinking. 
She listened, careful to use the handset & not the speakerphone. As expected, 
Tom provided her with the next day's 'work schedule.' She & Mel were to be at 
the apartment no later than 7AM. Deleting the message, Kathy tried to 
concentrate on work, embarrassed when her hand kept dropping between her legs as 
she sat at her desk, unconsciously frigging herself to the invasive memories of 
her lunchtime activities. She kept telling herself to stop, but found it nearly 
impossible to keep from masturbating, even knowing someone could walk in at any 
moment & catch her at it. She wondered what exactly had happened at the clinic, 
but could think of nothing out of the ordinary, & grudgingly considered whether 
her new role as Tom's slut for sale was turning her into a raving nymphomaniac, 
or whether it mattered to her, any longer.

Part XI
	Kathy drove, since her older car was less likely to disappear if parked 
all day downtown. Both husbands had seemed mollified by the women's agreed to 
excuse of visiting a museum showing. Both women had skipped out of work early to 
get to the museum the day before, collecting brochures & some sketchy 
impressions of bad 'modern art' should Fred or Jeff ask any questions. They left 
Melissa's drive at 6AM, stopping for coffee & danishes at a nearby Panera. 
Melissa listened quietly to Kathy's description of her lab 'visit' the day 
before, & the news about a new 'pimp' as Melissa insisted on referring to Tom. 
They tried to guess what could be so important that they were both needed so 
early in the morning, & agreed that it was at least good that Tom seemed ready 
to let them quickly make up their 'debt.' That led to a more grim discussion as 
to whether he'd keep his word or string them along, but both women agreed they 
had no choice any longer but to hope he was a man of honor if not a man of 
morals. Resigned to another period on their backs, the women parked near the 
apartment, anxious to be inside before 7, to avoid any more time working for 
Tom. Kathy couldn't bring herself to tell Melissa she was already considering 
that time, a part of her mourning the loss of so much good sex, & considering 
asking to go on working for the man who'd slipped so insidiously into their 
lives. 
	Inside the small apartment, he found 5 other girls already waiting, 2 of 
them unfamiliar to both Melissa & Kathy. All sported the ubiquitous tattoos & 
piercings, though, a sure sign all were part of a strange, hidden sisterhood. 
The women eyed one another nervously, none wanting to ask what everyone 
wondered. quite simply, each knew the trouble curiosity could earn Tom's 
'pussycats.' Unknown to everyone, Tom had his eye on a video monitor which 
cycled through the various tiny cameras installed throughout the apartment. The 
women were unsettled, but he smiled, seeing none of those assembled was talking, 
even pairs such as Melissa & Kathy, who'd arrived together & knew each other 
well. He ran through the mental checklist, satisfied all were present, before he 
climbed the steps from the studio apartment below the women's to the door of his 
'harem.' He held a series of straws, each with a name stenciled along the hidden 
portion of the shaft. It left things seemingly random, but he controlled who 
chose what straw like a good monte grifter or card shark. As soon as he'd 
entered the room, women familiar with the routine moved forward to choose their 
'meeting' for the day. Most of the women would simply trick for him in a nearby 
hotel where another convention was meeting. But for some he had special plans.
	While it was not his usual approach, Tom had developed a sure enough 
routine for 'encouraging' women to sell themselves that he'd gotten the 
occasional request to seduce a specific woman, rather than taking his pick from 
those circulating in the bars & pubs & dance clubs. It meant more risk, but Tom 
was never careless, & the hunt was often worth it, especially when he could 
'turn' a housewife into his whore, all while being paid by a 3rd party. He'd 
been surprised the 1st few times he'd gotten such requests-the fellow paying the 
bills so to speak seldom wanted a piece of the action. He had gradually 
understood that while some were simply voyeurs, most had an ulterior motive, 
wanting to ruin a marriage or unbalance a boss or co-worker or competitor. He'd 
found such arrangements invariably meant his new  whore found herself out on the 
street, but it seldom mattered. they had no other place to go, & free of the 
guilt they felt from cheating, most stayed on, providing him with an endless 
supply of flesh to peddle.
	He'd gotten such a request shortly before he'd begun to stock the pair who 
he'd decided would be his last conquest in KC. It was the usual situation: 
neither woman knew the interested party, a man who wanted his competitor 
disheartened or discredited. As always, Tom had explained that 'seducing' the 
man's wife might be impossible, or at best would take time. That gave him time 
to be sure he'd recruited the woman to go on working when the guy wanting a 
totally innocent woman turned into a whore decided to break the news to her 
hubby. Of course, getting the woman in too deep to save herself meant hiding the 
fact that her husband would find out-he'd never seen a man go to such trouble 
without gloating about it-until it was too late for she or her hubby. Confident 
he'd fully ensnared Melissa & Kathy, he was ready to let the man who'd paid for 
the women to be turned into whores enjoy what his money had created. In the end, 
the brunette's husband had slept with the wrong woman; her husband, a dean in 
history at the largest Junior College, had caught his wife in bed with Kathy's 
husband, but had slipped out unnoticed, to plan his revenge. Tom had calmly 
suggested the man turn his wife out-make her a whore, since she was so obviously 
willing to cheat on him-but the man demurred, as if it was just Kathy's husband 
responsible fore his being a cuckold. Tom had offered to diddle Kathy for free 
after he'd done a preliminary reconnaissance-the woman was attractive & fit & he 
was confident he'd enjoy taking her. But the man wanted more; wanted his rival's 
wife turned into a whore, taking cock after cock without hesitation or pause. As 
he'd put up money for the room in Las Vegas, & paid for the camera equipment at 
the video shoot, he already had copies of a number of men enjoying Kathy's many 
charms. But as was sometimes the case, seeing that had piqued his curiosity. he 
wanted to know if his wife was enough better than Kathy to warrant his 
colleagues sleeping around, or if the man was simply a fool. Tom had wisely 
refrained from pointing out the man was making the same error of which he 
accused Kathy's husband, aware that the man would see things only as he wanted, 
& not as they were. 
	Of course, the man had also wanted Kathy's friend along; nothing like 
cuckolding a total stranger to get back at a cheating wife, Tom supposed. So as 
the other girls selected sticks sending them to 1 of 3 rooms he'd taken in 2 
adjacent hotels, he held aside the sticks meant for Kathy & Melissa. He noticed 
the female condom packet in the blonde's hand when she stepped up, hiding his 
smile at the sign she was becoming more willing to do what he needed of his 
whores. she'd soon be ready to solo. Having heard about Michael's successful 
'treatment' of Kathy the day before, he was sure the brunette was more than 
ready to trick without an escort. But for that day, they'd 1st be the 
entertainment for Mr. Hiram Schultz, Kathy's husband's office mate. The man had 
wanted to include his friend, a 'renown scholar' he'd claimed, who was visiting 
the next week, but Tom had been firm; if Hiram wanted to sample his colleague's 
wife for the money he'd already spent, it was this day only. After the man was 
through abusing the women, as Tom was sure he would, Kathy & Melissa would trick 
for him like the other girls, taking 4 or 6 men into the same bed, 1 after 
another, working to get the men off as quickly as possible, then getting ready 
for more. It was still 'convention season,' & Tom earned a spectacular income 
working his girls for a few hours each morning & evening on the weekends, not to 
mention the more intimate meetings he could provide during the week. Taking the 
ever-present stream of eager men, his girls might take 2 dozen cocks in a 
weekend, but such 'Home Stands,' as he termed them didn't bother most of the 
girls. there was no chance for a 'John' to get out of hand. A girl putting out 
at every convention she could might 'pay her debt' in a single summer, or so he 
pointed out to the many girls working feverishly (at least, at 1st) to get free 
of him. Melissa & Kathy smiled in delight on realizing they'd be 'working' 
together. Tom wondered if Kathy would recognize the man she was about to fuck; 
considered whether she'd realize what had happened. Not that it mattered. he was 
more interested in seeing how effective Mike's 'morphine therapy' had been; 
after the women had done their turn pulling the convention train, he was going 
to use the same camcorders set up to record his client's sullying Fred Dwyer's 
wife to see if the same woman would lose it when her 'new black stud' 
reappeared. 
	Melissa tried to hide her arousal at the knowledge she was sitting beside 
Tom on the drive to the hotel, but at the casual touch of his hand on her thigh-
high up, fingers curling possessively inside, like her husband's once had-she 
felt the unmistakable throbbing need between her legs, echoed in her nipples. 
Biting her lip, she scolded herself for doing exactly what she'd sworn she 
wouldn't-thinking of Jeff when she was working. especially when the thoughts 
weren't charitable. She tried to tell herself the reaction was just her way of 
dealing with the situation, but that excuse was sounding increasingly hollow. It 
scared her, how excited she got-wherever she was-at the thought of feeling Tom's 
cock inside of her. It'd been like that since they'd returned from Vegas, but 
she'd been unwilling to admit it to herself, much less Kathy, who was dealing 
with their situation so much better; or had been, up until the past week.
	She looked over at her friend, who seemed. lost in thought. Melissa 
resolved to do the same, glad that she'd allowed herself the glass of Crown 
before dashing out to meet Kathy; the warm buzz was still there, & she let her 
focus shift to that numbness, sure that she'd be glad she was numb for some of 
the coming day's 'work.' They pulled into the worker's lot of the high rise 
building, the concrete walls abruptly shifting from a tangle of competing 
graffiti to plain slate gray where the 15 foot, concertina topped fence 
prevented further encroachment of the inner city 'art form.' The road sloped 
gently; employee parking was underground, & a moment later, Tom's Caddy was 
parked securely in a shadowed corner of the cramped space. The girls spilled out 
of the truck, queuing up & obediently following him to the large freight 
elevator. It rose at slightly greater than walking pace, ascending to the tenth 
floor before Tom stopped it, handing a key to 1 of the veterans & repeating the 
room number. The woman, a slight Asian, nodded & left with 3 of the others, 
trying not to look hurried. Mel felt for the women; it was always embarrassing 
sauntering through a hotel decked out like the barely presentable harlots Tom's 
clothes left them looking. It didn't matter the people in these hotels were used 
to prostitutes, & wouldn't know the women from Eve. none of them liked being 
reminded exactly what they were, even if only for a time, & not by choice. 
	The elevator stopped again on 14-the hotel lacked the 'unlucky' 13th 
floor-& Tom released the 2nd group of 4, a blonde with a pinched expression 
taking the key & smacking her gum in response to Tom's recitation of the room 
number. A moment later, the elevator shuddered to a stop again. The 17th floor. 
Not high by modern standards, but Melissa had never stayed above the 4th floor 
of a hotel, & despite the purpose of this visit, she'd looked forward to the 
view from the bedroom window. She was glad they'd gone the highest, whatever lay 
ahead. To her surprise, sent 5 girls to a room on the east side of the floor, 
keeping Kathy & Melissa with him. She looked at Kathy anxiously, mildly 
perturbed that her friend seemed no more centered on the present than she had in 
the car. She glanced at Tom awaiting an explanation, hoping she didn't look as 
scared as she felt. She nervously felt for the female condom she'd bought at the 
drugstore the night before on her way home from work; she'd agonized over its 
hiding place, choosing the canvas bag that she used to transport her papers & 
notes & things-none of her family ever looked into that-& wondered if Tom wanted 
them to himself, in which case she could save the expensive prophylactic for 
later. She grew flustered, acutely aware she'd just considered it a good thing 
to be having sex with the man forcing her to be a whore. She glanced at Kathy, 
who seemed no more attached to reality than she'd been in since she'd picked 
Melissa up. 
	Any further thought was interrupted by Tom's abrupt nudge, forcing her 
into the hall from where she'd been rooted to the floor of the elevator. 
	"C'mon, girl," he chided, "You ain't workin' a thing off standing in the 
doorway like that." She walked in the direction he'd pushed her until his hand 
caught the back of her bra strap through the thin material of her dress. The 
fabric shifted, & she felt her nipples respond, wishing she could understand 
what was happening to her. Tom opened the door into a plain hotel room with the 
usual pair of worn double beds. The darkly patterned curtains were closed, 
leaving the room almost black. Melissa stepped into the room with less caution 
than she'd known the last time she'd been on vacation with her family-hotels 
held no more horror she could imagine; she was living through the worst things 
that really happened in such places outside of the movies-intent on enjoying the 
view, at least. As she moved from the narrow hall with the door to the bathroom 
to her left & into the main room, there was movement in the corner by the 
nearest bed. Melissa opened her mouth to scream, but a rough hand closed around 
her head from behind. Tom cursed as he physically carried Melissa the remainder 
of the way into the room, forcing her to sit on the far side of the bed. She 
realized he'd dragged Kathy in after, letting the door swing closed. "I told you 
to stay downstairs & wait," Tom said, his voice muffled strangely, until Melissa 
realized he was mad-speaking through clenched teeth.  A plaintive, nasally voice 
answered.
	"People were looking at me. I didn't feel safe." Tom responded with a 
snort, but didn't argue. Melissa wondered about the stranger, but knew better 
than to ask. At least she could hear them; maybe that would prove useful.
	"You got the money, man?"
	"Yes, it's all here if you want to count it." Another snort; Melissa 
didn't think Tom had done business with this man before. "Is this. I mean can 
I?"
	"Hold your horses, Casanova," Tom said, "I usually go through the ground 
rules before you meet the ladies, but I guess seeing as how this is different. 
You done this sort of thing before?" 
	"Never!" the man sounded scandalized, "You know why I'm doing this. I 
just."
	"Save it," Tom caught both women's outer shoulders as they sat side by 
side, his attention shifting for a moment, "You sit right here," he warned, then 
let go & moved back around between the beds. "You sure it's safe to turn the 
light on."
	"Yeah, I told you, no prior meeting.  That was your first rule." 
	"Yeah, but sometimes people who don't know me don't understand how 
absolute my rules are.  If you lied to me & this fucks my arrangement up, or if 
you do something down the line that fucks it up-anything at all, a word, or even 
a look-I lose a lot more than you paid me for this. & I'll take the difference 
out a your hide.  That clear?"  The man offered a tremulous assent. "Good. Now 
the rest of the rules persist. You want a naked dip in my girl, that's fine-you 
deserve it, what I hear.  But don't be spreadin' it-you don't go around the 
world bare, you hear me man-& only in his girl. The other is a bonus-a gift to 
you from me-but with a raincoat only. & remember, all this is just for an hour & 
a half.  Whatever you can do in that time, you're free to do. After that, you 
pay like the rest of the boys; I got to make a living, here."  There was a 
pause.
	"I don't know what you meant by 'around the world'," the man murmured. Tom 
laughed as he turned on the low wattage bulb between the beds. Melissa resisted 
the temptation to turn toward the light. Tom stepped back, & she expected him to 
answer. Instead, she heard him call her by name, telling her to explain. She bit 
her lip, embarrassed but unwilling to refuse & be punished.
	"It means. it's when you have oral & anal sex as well as. the other." Tom 
laughed at  that.
	"Oh yeah, & the slut likes it, don't you, bitch?" Melissa bit her lip 
harder, nodding her head obediently, aware that Kathy had as well-the 1st time 
she'd moved since Tom had let go of them. 
	"Amazing" the man behind them breathed, making Melissa's skin prickle. 
There was a slight accent to the man's speech, an almost feminine lilt. 
	"Yeah, they're pretty fine," Tom agreed, "& they're all yours for the 
next." he checked his watch, "88 minutes." Standing, he padded to the door, then 
paused & turned, "& you're right. I wouldn't hang around downstairs when I'm 
done if I was you. You do sort of stick out around here." Only after the door 
had closed, did Melissa chance a look around. The man sitting on the bed nearest 
the wall to the bathroom hardly looked like a man who'd pay for a hooker, though 
in the next moment, she admitted she hardly knew what all men would seek out a 
hooker for their pleasure. 
	For one thing, he wasn't black or Hispanic. He also didn't seem to exude 
the machismo that she had come to consider automatic in the men taking her for 
their pleasure. It was no wonder he'd felt uncomfortable downstairs, she mused, 
remembering the way she'd felt the 1st few times she'd been brought through the 
lobby. He was short & more than slightly balding, the hair that ringed his pale 
head a greasy brown that looked as if he cut it himself. He wore a tweed jacket, 
even in the relatively warm room, with green trousers that reminded her of the 
'Sans-a-belt' slacks her father had worn. He was older, by as much as 2 decades, 
though it was hard too tell, with a weak chin besieged by a 2nd flabby chin that 
hid part of his collar, & jowls that gave him a bull dog expression. He wore 
impossibly thick glasses, which magnified his dark eyes strangely in the dim 
light. Melissa felt her skin crawl at the thought that this man would soon be 
between her legs. His attention, though, seemed focused on Kathy exclusively. 
The man licked his lips nervously, & set down the book he'd been reading-a thick 
hardcover, Melissa noted vaguely-& after another pause, nodded to himself as if 
he'd just made a decision. 
He stood, less bulky than some of the men Melissa had 'entertained,' but somehow 
flabbier. He removed the jacket, setting in on the bed he'd just occupied as he 
moved around to stand in the space between the beds, opposite where the women 
sat. Without taking his eyes off of Kathy, he clumsily worked at the buttons of 
his shirt, followed by his trousers, which were 'Sans-a-belt,' until he stood 
there wearing only a pair of pale blue boxers & black socks. He hesitated, as if 
uncertain what to do, then almost reluctantly pushed the boxers down. His paunch 
hung low enough it was hard to see his equipment, & for an awful moment, Melissa 
wondered if he had a cock. He shifted & the head peeked out, looking like a pink 
turtle-a small pink turtle. 
Moving around the bed, the man paused, seeming to teeter backwards, then 
abruptly began to wank as he loomed before Kathy. "You've been made a Jezebel," 
he murmured, "You're paying for his sins, but it's necessary." Melissa wondered 
how the man could know so much about Tom, when he was obviously a total 
outsider. The ranting continued, touching on original sin, the sin's of the 
husband & father, & of purification through sacrifice, & of 'an eye for an eye.' 
The man's cock had changed little in that time, but he suddenly let go, & 
blinked, looking down at Kathy, who seemed barely aware he was before her.  
"My name is Schultz," he said, "I'm ready now. Suck it, harlot. Suck my cock!" 
He grunted, thrusting his hips toward Kathy's face. The brunette's mouth parted, 
accepting the tip of the man's cock. She bobbed her head slightly, pressing her 
face into the man's paunch, hands rising to clasp his thick buttocks. Melissa 
was at once revolted & relieved that the man seemed fixated on her friend & not 
her. They had not dealt before with such a strange man. He looked down, seeming 
as detached as Kathy was from what was happening, but only for a moment. At that 
point, his head dropped back, hands rising to Kathy's head as a groan escaped 
his throat. He gasped as Kathy pushed deeper, sucking at him hard, & Melissa 
knew her friend was sure her 'John' was ready to cum. She wondered for a moment 
that Kathy hadn't made the man don a condom, but remembered the more experienced 
girl's warning, Kathy's recent history, & Tom's enigmatic comments before he'd 
left, & said nothing. The man seemed to stiffen, gut & buttocks jiggling as he 
came a moment later. Kathy held herself against his crotch until he'd finished, 
then backed up, pausing with the tip of the man's cock between her lips as she 
swallowed the last of his load & caught her breath. She dutifully cleaned the 
man's shaft, then, bobbing her head more quickly than before. She released him a 
moment later, lying back on the bed, still clothed, cut in the pose Melissa 
recognized herself assuming in the moments before she expected a man to violate 
her most intimate treasure.
The man stood panting between Kathy's spread knees, eyes on the ceiling. A hand 
dipped between his legs, cradling, then wanking his spent cock. "That was. I 
don't understand," he said to himself, "So much better than Julia." Melissa 
abruptly realized there was a ring on the man's left 4th finger-he was married. 
"How can that be?" The man seemed to be beside himself-seemed to have forgotten 
them again. He blinked & glanced down at Kathy, then. "That's what you do for 
your husband?" Melissa heard her own gasp of surprise-while Tom 'advertised' 
that they were married, none of her 'Johns' had ever asked her about it like 
that, favoring instead making her compare white to black cocks. Kathy nodded 
silently. "I don't understand," the man almost wailed. He stepped back, shaking 
his head, then glared at Kathy & said, "Strip. I want to see you naked." He 
stood before them, tapping a foot impatiently as Kathy stood & quickly slipped 
out of the revealing dress Tom had selected for the day. The lace bra & panties 
followed, leaving only the heels, before she returned to the reclining position 
in which she'd begun.
The man stepped to 1 side-away from Melissa-then back, his eyes roaming over the 
brunette's naked skin. Grumbling, he stepped back & opened the curtains, letting 
the sunlight bathe both women, though his gaze remained fixed on Kathy. He 
stepped close, bending over the brunette, reaching down to touch the tattoo 
beside her pubes. 
"This?"
"A gift from my master," Kathy's voice was quiet.
"Your master." the man paused, then nodded his understanding, "From Tom?"  Kathy 
nodded.
"What does your husband say about it?" he leaned back, arms folding across his 
chest as if he was a teacher awaiting the answer to a test question. 
"He. he was surprised," Kathy answered, blinking quickly as she spoke, almost as 
if she'd just awakened. The man considered what she'd said.
"He wasn't suspicious?" the man seemed disappointed. "& these?" he reached up to 
flick at the ring piercing Kathy's nipple, then down to the stud thrust through 
her clitoral hood. 
"More. gifts," Kathy managed, blinking to keep from crying. 
"& he doesn't suspect you're." Kathy nodded as the man shook his head, "The 
nights you're out late; the weekends you're out all day; the little sexual 
tricks you've 'learned' that slip into your lovemaking at home?"  Kathy shook 
her head again, reaching up to wipe at a tear. "Of course, you can't tell him 
what you're learning, can you? I bet it's hard. knowing things you didn't-places 
you want him to touch you, ways you want him to fuck you-that you can't tell 
him. Can you even get off with him, anymore?" Kathy nodded mutely, tears 
streaming freely down her face. "You can't tell him you enjoy being a whore, can 
you?" Kathy looked down, shoulders heaving slightly in a silent sob. "What's his 
name?" the man smiled broadly, "Tell me your husband's name."
"Stop it!" Melissa interrupted, "She doesn't have to tell you that. You want me 
to call Tom?" The man looked at Melissa for the 1st time, the same smile on his 
face he'd directed at her friend a moment before; a smile that was anything but 
warm.
"Would you like to do that?" he tilted his head, "Let's see. I bet you'd get a 
few more jobs tacked on for that. shall we see?" Mel bit her lip, swallowing a 
retort she was sure would get them in trouble. The man's smile broadened, 
"You're the real victim, here, aren't you. Friends doomed together." He shook 
his head, "It's a shame, really, but it had to happen. Someday maybe you'll 
understand." He looked back to Kathy, "But the rule is, 'No last names, no phone 
numbers, & certainly no addresses. There's nothing that says I can't know your 
husband's name. Now. what is his name." 
"Fred," Kathy's voice trembled as she whispered it.
"Fred," the man repeated it smugly. "Is he as endowed as I?" Kathy bit her lip 
but shook her head; Melissa guessed that was a lie, given what she knew about 
Kathy & Fred, though all things considered, anything was possible. "Ah, then 
you're sure to enjoy this." The man's smiled became a leer as he stepped 
forward, leaning over Kathy's vulnerable body. His glans brushed through the 
tightly trimmed thatch of pubic hair, toward her navel, & grunting with effort, 
the man supported his weight on 1 hand, using the other to push the head of his 
renewed cock down into Kathy's sex. Her eyes flickered closed as the man thrust 
slightly getting his erection seated in her sex. He settled again onto both 
hands, his fat belly falling to the mattress on either side of Kathy's trim 
waist. 
He struggled to hold himself up enough to bend his head & nip at her pierced 
nipple, making Kathy gasp. The sound seemed to be all he needed; grunting, the 
man threw himself forward over Kathy's supine form & began fucking into her as 
fast as he could. Kathy's hand scrabbled over the sheet, & on impulse, Melissa 
took it, squeezing it with a reassurance she couldn't offer. She fervently hoped 
he'd be a quick cummer his 2nd bout, expecting he would choose to sample 'going 
round the world,' & so not abusing her with his fat body & small cock, but the 
respite would help her friend. Instead, the man slowed after a feverish minute, 
propping himself on shaking arms to gaze down at Kathy's face.
"Tell me you want it, slut!" he hissed, "Beg for my cock. Tell me how good it 
feels." He teased as he spoke, slipping his cock slightly farther into Kathy's 
lubricant filled pussy. Kathy's legs remained draped over the bed, but she 
licked her lips obediently & gave voice to his need.
"Oh don't tease me, baby," she started, "I want more of your big cock. Give it 
to me, please. Fuck me! I want to feel you fucking me. It feels so fucking good 
I don't ever want you to stop." Chuckling, the man began to thrust into her 
again, but more slowly, keeping himself off of her chest with his arms planted 
to either side of her. After a moment, he rolled slightly to his left side, & 
reached up with his right hand to frig her clit hood piercing. Kathy's head went 
back as the pressure began to build her toward a real orgasm; the man was 
clumsy, but the piercing had increased her sensitivity, & made it easier for 
even a bumbling fool to find her button. Within 30sec of his new technique, 
Kathy was moving beneath him, feeling her need building. He paused a moment 
later, returning his hand to the mattress at her side & resuming a slow, easy 
fucking motion. Kathy's legs rose, heels digging into his meaty ass, trying to 
spur him on, but he ignored her, pumping easily in & out. As Melissa heard her 
friend's breathing change, she realized the man had, too. He stopped, then, 
pulling almost entirely out, & teasing his swollen cockhead against Kathy's cunt 
& clit. Melissa knew what he was doing, though his flab hid it from view. Kathy 
whined, trying to hump up to take him back into her; he'd gone just long enough 
her need had become uncomfortable. Glancing down at her lust hazed eyes, the man 
leaned back still farther.
"It looks like you're enjoying yourself," he teased. She nodded, still trying to 
hump against him. "You want to cum?" he teased, earning another nod. He tilted 
his hip & managed to somehow feed his cock into her wanting seam once more. 
Dipped into her fully, then backed out, smiling more broadly at her increased 
efforts to hold him inside of her. 
"Please!" she gasped, hands closing over his ass, trying to pull him too her, 
"Please fuck me." 
"Is it better than at home?" he teased, & Kathy's back arched slightly, but she 
was too far gone to remain offended; she needed to cum. She shook her head, 
denying it. He pulled back still more, cold air slipping between their heated 
bodies, & she whimpered a plea for him to take her. He ignored it, "You have to 
tell me. Is it better than at home?" He shifted, letting the glans move over her 
clit.
"Yesss!" she hissed, "Please fuck me. It's better than I get at home. Please let 
me cum. Fuck me." The man smiled but shook his head.
"Not quite yet. I want to hear you say it again. Tell me I'm better than your 
husband. Use his name. Tell me & you can get off. I'll fuck you until we cum. 
You want that, don't you?" Kathy grimaced but nodded.
"I want it. Please fuck me, Schultz; you fuck better than Fred. Take me, 
please."
"You'll think of me the next time you're fucking him?" the man asked, & Kathy 
nodded. "That's an interesting image." He began to fuck into Kathy's frothing 
pussy once again, "You'll have to be careful not to call my name," he snickered 
at that. "I bet ol' hubby would freak if he knew I get you off better than he 
can." Melissa wasn't sure Kathy was hearing anything the man was saying. Her 
mouth was wide open, head thrown back as she came on the man's pumping cock. To 
her shame, she found herself envious of her friend's pleasure; without realizing 
it, she'd begun to finger herself. 
"That's it, bitch," the man panted every few seconds, "Take my cock. Feel ol' 
Schultz pumping into you. God that's nice, bitch. your cunnie's just beggin for 
my sperm. I feel it milking me.. Milking me. Ahhhh!" he stopped, holding himself 
inside of her, & Melissa wondered how long the morning after pill worked, or if 
her friend would again have to visit the clinic. He pulled out almost before 
he'd stopped cumming, & rolled to lay beside Kathy, forcing Melissa out of the 
way. They remained like that for several minutes, the man seeming apologetic 
once again for the way he'd treated Kathy. Melissa hovered nearby, afraid of the 
man's strange mood swings & the things he seemed to know about them, but too 
uncertain to call Tom. As she was considering a trip to the bathroom, the man 
looked over at her. 
"Do you like doing this?" he asked. Horrified, Melissa opened her mouth, but 
paused, not sure what was safe to answer. "Seriously, is it so bad?" the man 
asked. She shrugged. "Then he treats you all right. No drugs or abuse or 
anything?" Suddenly afraid of a trap, Melissa shook her head vigorously. "Good. 
That's not what I wanted." the man trailed off, leaving Melissa wondering. As if 
he was concerned about what she was thinking, he glanced back at her, his entire 
attitude again totally changed. "Get your lazy ass over here," he demanded, "I 
want you lips on my cock & your fingers buried in her cunt." Melissa hurried to 
obey; the man was wimpy enough when he was being nice, but had a tendency to get 
angry & mean without a reason she could identify. Then there wasn't time to 
think. She was too busy trying to keep the repulsive roll of fat off of her head 
as she sought out his cock & began to suck on it. She resisted the urge to look 
at the alarm clock between the beds, instead concentrating on her fingers, where 
she tried in earnest to get Kathy off. She wished he'd wanted her hand on his 
cock & her mouth between Kathy's legs-it'd been too long since they'd had any 
time to themselves, considering what they'd learned about themselves & each 
other. She shivered in that consideration, & redoubled her efforts, oral & 
digital.
Her work was rewarded after a few minutes by a stirring in Mr. Schultz's groin. 
His cock rose slowly but noticeably, until it was butting against the back of 
her throat on each downstroke-nowhere near the biggest she'd taken, but large 
enough to get either she or Kathy off. Melissa also had Kathy gasping & panting, 
her body jittering under a string of orgasms Melissa's deft fingers had 
triggered. When he pushed her away, Melissa leaned back, wondering what the man 
would want of her, but he again had eyes only for her friend. 
He leered at Kathy, who at the moment was barely aware of anything but the 
pleasure Melissa's fingers had caused. Wanking his nearly hard cock, he moved 
off of the bed, circling to Kathy's feet. His gaze never wavered, a fat tongue 
flicking out at his lips nervously. Melissa pulled back, partly in fear at the 
man's intensity, partly to give her friend time to prepare for whatever the perv 
had in mind. The man was clearly disturbed, & she wondered again why Tom had let 
him do what he had. She glanced at the clock-nearly 20min before Tom had told 
the guy to be done. Climbing onto the bed, the man touched Kathy's hip; he 
wanted her on her hands & knees. He grunted something about 'around the world,' 
then paused, laughing to himself as he tried to use his right hand to hurry 
Kathy into the position he wanted.
"Does he take you this way?" the man asked, almost panting already, "Do you give 
your husband your ass?" Kathy shook her head, eyes closed, wanting the man to 
stop making her think about Fred. The guy seemed to get off on her comparing him 
favorably to her husband, but for all his many faults, he'd never been abusive-
had never forced himself on her like this leech. She wondered what a woman had 
done to him to make him so angry, & like Melissa, eyed the clock, wishing the 
minutes would pass more quickly; better to put out for every man within 4 blocks 
than to endure more of this man's spite. She felt his cock touch her; not 
between her labia, but against her arse. He held himself there with some 
difficulty; he still wasn't fully hard, she guessed. His breathing was laboured, 
as if he'd been running, but he kept talking. "Oh. he hasn't had your ass?" He 
sounded delighted, & Kathy felt his cockhead swell against her pucker. "Then 
I'll be the 1st of sorts, won't I?" Anxious to have it done, Kathy nodded 
briefly. 
Still chuckling happily to himself about 'being 1st,' the man pushed blindly at 
Kathy's asshole. Before he could become frustrated, she reached back, guiding 
the tip into her backdoor, wincing at the momentary discomfort despite the lube 
she'd applied in the apartment. He grunted, pushing at her with all his might, & 
she felt him slip into her as far as he could. As far as Fred would, if he'd 
wanted her ass. She tossed her head, angry at herself for falling prey to the 
John's mind games. She arched her back, making the noises she expected he'd want 
as he humped at her ass mindlessly; no finesse at all. She wondered how she'd 
come to enjoy his fucking her cunt before, but didn't focus on it, dropping 
instead into a groveling position & murmuring mindless encouragement she hoped 
would spur him to his completion. Schultz didn't seem to notice; or he did, but 
having cum twice, it didn't get him the last little bit. He seemed to be pumping 
into her harder & faster, mindlessly, desperate to violate her fully, but unable 
to take the last step. Kathy clenched her teeth, trying to hold out, wondering 
how long he'd been going at it; surely Tom would be back soon-she couldn't see 
the clock from her position. She felt the bed shift, & just as she thought she'd 
have to beg him to stop, Melissa's voice, dripping with the false sexual hunger 
John's seemed unable to see through.
 "Maybe you need another honeypot, sugar." The man stopped short, leaning 
heavily over Kathy's back. He was panting so hard Kathy wondered if he might 
keel over dead. She could feel his sweat dripping onto her naked back. He seemed 
dumbstruck at the suggestion.
"No. I want. I have to."
"C'mon," Melissa coaxed sexily, "I need it bad, baby. Let me see how good 
Schultzie can fuck." Torn between wanting to thank her friend & hoping to 
protect the younger woman, Kathy glanced to the side as the man still thrust 
into her ass hesitated. She couldn't see the man's expression, but he was 
undoubtedly ogling her friend, who lay on her back knees wide, the fingers of 1 
hand busily frigging her glistening slit while the other tugged at her pert, 
deep tan nipples. Melissa's mouth was open wide, tongue flickering over red 
painted lips, eyes  closed as if she was already near an orgasm. Kathy's heart 
went out to her friend; not so long ago just batting her eyes at a stranger 
would've been too embarrassing. She knew Mel wasn't even aroused, much less so 
desperate for sex; at least, not with this pig.  
"Hmmm," the man grumbled, "I guess it's to be expected. Make a whore of any 
woman & she learns to like it. I'd thought to spare you what I can. you're not 
to blame. but if it's what you want. you should be pleasured, at the least." The 
man sounded too educated; too much like a teacher. The thought made her cringe, 
but she couldn't decide why; could only suppress her sigh of relief as the man 
pulled out of her ass & clumsily moved between her friend's splayed thighs, 
muttering as if he was their pimp. As she watched, he lowered his corpulent mass 
over her petite friend. Melissa gave a Hollywood moan as the man thrust into her 
pussy & began to rut over her, into her. He was grunting & gasping, the arm 
supporting his torso over Melissa's bucking body shaking with effort.  Still he 
managed to talk, his voice a harsh rasp between panting breaths. "This what you 
wanted, slut? This what you need, now? You like it? Is it better than your 
husband gives you? Have you had her husband, you cunt? Do you swap men?" Each 
sentence seemed to foster a nastier, meaner comment, & he was thrusting at 
Melissa brutally-no thought to sexual pleasure for either of them. As Kathy 
tried to imagine what she could do to defuse the situation, her friend stiffened 
visibly beneath the man, screaming out, "Yes! Oh yes, Mr. Schultz. Fuck me! Make 
me cum. Show me what a slut I am. Show me you're better than my husband, baby. 
Fuck me harder. I like it!" The man stopped abruptly, blinking as if he'd just 
awakened.
"That's not. This isn't." his head swiveled, looking down to where his body 
joined Melissa's, then over at Kathy, "I wasn't going to. This is just." His 
lips set in a grim line, & he pushed Melissa away, turning again toward Kathy, 
"Your ass. I have to fill your ass; make you mine." Kathy felt her head shaking, 
& without thinking about what it would mean if Tom heard, she answered.
"I'm not yours. I'll never be yours!"
"Ha! But after I've had your ass, you won't be His anymore, either!" Kathy 
wanted to scream but managed to remain still as the crazed John swarmed onto 
her, blindly thrusting his cock between her legs. She felt it push slightly in & 
clamped her muscles on him, wanting to hurt him, wanting him to cum & be done, 
sure he was close after the way he'd abused Melissa. She nearly laughed in joy 
as she felt him stiffen, felt the heated plume of his cum spray into her arse. 
Instead, she tensed her body, groaning & shaking as if she was overcome by the 
sensation. He calmed as his climax subsided, & backed off of the bed completely, 
barely looking at them. He nodded once to himself, stepped hesitantly toward 
Melissa then stopped, shaking his head, & Kathy thought, muttering, 'My fault. 
should've known." as he grabbed his clothes & shut the door to the bathroom. 
Rolling to her side, Kathy drew her knees up & sat shaking violently for a long 
moment, wondering what the past 90min had been about. It didn't make sense, but 
she knew there was an answer; thought it was an important answer, but couldn't 
figure even what question it would solve. The bed shifted, & she heard the 
room's servi-bar open. She sat up to see Melissa drinking a hand-sized bottle of 
Jack Daniels as if it was Kool-Aid. Her friend trembled as she emptied the tiny 
bottle, but didn't pause before cracking a similar sized Southern Comfort, 
draining it with equal ease. 
"You OK?" Kathy asked quietly. Melissa nodded convulsively.
"Yeah. I am now. I thought he'd never finish. Are you OK?" Kathy nodded, 
watching as her friend grimaced & dipped 2 long painted nails between her lubed 
folds, extracting a floppy latex tube. "Guess this is wasted," she lamented, 
dropping it into the tiny wastebasket by the bar before rummaging for another 
drink.
"Watch it there, Tiger," Kathy warned, "You'll be too drunk to do the bump & 
grind ol' John needs to feel like a man." Melissa shook her head.
"No, I need it to be able to do the bump & grind without scratching their eyes 
out."
Hearing that, Kathy hurried to her friend, pulling the blonde close & rocking 
gently as her friend's body was wracked by sobs. For long moments they clung 
like that, each finding solace & something more in the intimate embrace. There 
was the desire for more, but each knew there was no time. 
They'd moved apart by the time the door to the bathroom opened, & a rumpled, 
ill-at-ease little man stepped out. He glanced at them as if he'd never seen 
them before, gave a strange shrug that might have been an apology or a question, 
& after hesitating a moment, he pulled 2 crisp C-notes from his wallet.
"I. I'm sorry if I was. If I hurt or scared you. When I did this, I didn't 
consider. I didn't think how it would affect. I'm sorry. It's my fault, not 
yours. I want you to have this," he waved the money faintly, "Don't tell Tom. He 
won't know about it; it's for you." He set the bills on the made bed nearest the 
bathroom, then turned & fled the room. The women eyed the money.
"What do you think?" Melissa whispered, eyes on the door expecting Tom to 
saunter in any moment.
"I. I don't know," Kathy answered, "Do we tell him or not?"
"If we don't & he knows, we'll do more of this."
"Yeah. & it's not that much money, is it."
"Not enough, anyway."  Kathy nodded, & the women carefully picked up the 'tip' & 
set it aside.
 They shared the tiny lavatory to clean up & reapply the lubricant that would 
make the next few hours tolerable rather than torture. By the time Tom knocked & 
entered the room, Melissa had emptied 2 additional bottles from the bar, hiding 
the scent behind an impossibly strong mint gum that came in a tin like Altoid's. 
Tom eyed the women & smiled, stroking his cock suggestively, "You ladies must've 
done him right. he didn't even stop to say thanks or to sign the room over to 
me." He eyed the ladies, "You need a little attention now, or are you ready to 
work?" Melissa fought back the momentary desire to ask for a go on his cock. 
Instead, she held up the bill Schultz had left.
"Your John thought he'd pay us on the side," she explained, handing it to Tom, 
"Said we shouldn't mention it. that he wouldn't." Tom pursed his lips, 
collecting Kathy's bill as well. He eyed them, shaking his head before he 
answered.
"You girls did right. Again. These are yours; I'll just hold them until you're 
done today. & you can have the afternoon shift off, as a reward." He eyed them, 
"I'll deal with that small dicked loser later. Someday I'll explain what that 
was all about. Hell, someday you'll probably know before that. But you did fine. 
Now I need you to turn a few tricks in here, & then you can have some room 
service & head home early." He rose, "Tell you what. You pull this train without 
my getting any complaints, & I'll take you to lunch myself. We'll go to a little 
place I know downtown here." The women nodded meekly-no choice, really-and each 
settled on 1 of the beds. "No," Tom shook his head, "Lie down side by side. I 
think they boys'll like the idea of doing you like that. It'll be like a race 
for some of them. you'll get done quicker." He chuckled, then turned to the 
door, raising a Motorola walkie talkie borrowed from house security to his 
mouth, "Marco, stop the little guy who's trying to slip out. yeah, that's the 
one. Nope, he sure don't belong. & send the 1st pair in to ." 

Part XII
	Melissa & Kathy barely had time to get settled on the bed before the door 
opened-without so much as a knock-- & 2 large strangers filled the hallway. They 
grinned appreciatively at the scantily clad women, murmuring to one another, & 
reaching some agreement, moving toward them & the bed. 
	"Tom said we're 1st," the older man, his face pocked with acne scars 
leered, "Guess we'll get you broken in right." He'd selected Kathy, who nodded, 
flashing a smile & consciously licking her lips. The man's smile broadened, 
"Damn! He said you were bored with your men & wanted a real cock. I thought he 
was talking shit."
	"Yeah. We got to call ol' Tom more often, he getting' girls like this." 
The 2nd man was already fondling Melissa, who was pressing her chest against the 
man's searching hands. Both women knew that taking too long would get them in 
trouble-Tom had  been careful to explain the difference between entertaining, 
which they did most nights, & fucking, which they were expected to do for the 
next hour or three. The men had paid to cum, & whenever the women got them off, 
they'd clean up, leave, & new meat would be at the door. If the line of waiting 
Johns backed up, the women would be held responsible. The 1st time they'd done a 
Saturday stint 'pulling a train' as Tom referred to it, Kathy had thought she'd 
be sick every time a man moved between her legs or thrust his cock at her mouth. 
But she'd gotten through, & as she'd cleaned up afterwards, Melissa had asked 
the more experienced girl who'd been working the couch, of all places, while 
they'd used the beds, how she could enjoy being used as a cum sack. The girl had 
laughed & said, 'Honey, if you don't, make them think you like it, it can take a 
man all day to get off. Make him think he's driving you wild, & he'll cream 
before he's all the way inside of you.' So she'd tried it the next time, & while 
it still wasn't particularly enjoyable, it had gone faster. Late in the 3rd 
session, she'd actually climaxed as she'd been begging a stranger to 'fuck her 
harder,' & while she'd been embarrassed & humiliated thinking about it later, 
like cumming whenever she was 'working,' it had made things much easier to deal 
with. So she didn't feel ashamed any longer when the random thought occurred as 
her hands rose to tear at the man's trousers as if she couldn't get into them 
fast enough. 
	Melissa had leaned back, opting to play coy for her 1st John. "Do you want 
me, baby?" she cooed, letting an index finger trace over her abdomen to her 
crotch. The man's answer was a thick tongue licking meaty lips before he began 
to work at the belt of his jeans. The men knew the routine, too. Taking too long 
would mean paying Tom more for their pleasure, since they'd only paid for 20min. 
When 1 had complained to Tom as they ponied up $75 apiece that it was barely 
time to get hard, the pimp had laughed & assured them they wouldn't have a 
problem getting it up or getting off in that time. The men didn't waste time 
with foreplay; the only pleasure they wanted was their own. The man ready to 
mount Melissa's petite form didn't even bother with his boots, leaving his jeans 
around the tops & leaning against the bed to set his cockhead against her seam. 
It met her hand, & in the next moment, she'd rolled a day-glo yellow condom down 
his length. He considered complaining, but was amazed the woman had done it so 
skillfully, even as her hand pulled him against her, & into her. A moment later 
he was grunting & pumping against the white slut's spread thighs, spurred on by 
the groans & squeaks she gave each time he plunged into her. For a moment he 
didn't think she could possibly be the white housewife Tom had claimed, but a 
glance at her hand showed a ring, & he doubted the rock was CZ. 
He looked up to see his buddy thrusting madly into the brunette, whose legs were 
cinched tight, lifting her pelvis up to take each stroke. He felt the blonde 
pumping up to meet his own driving cock, heard her quiet exclamations urging him 
on, & then the small form beneath him went stiff. Sure she was cumming, he 
groaned, letting go as he pushed himself against the trembling female form. He 
didn't dare look at the others anymore-no use letting on he'd cum before his 
buddy. The woman beneath him shifted, & he pulled out reluctantly, to find the 
other pair was done as well. He didn't stop to think about the fact that the 
woman who moments before had been a raving nymphomaniac was calmly wiping her 
inner thighs & using a hotel washcloth, deftly stripped the cum filled condom 
off of his cock, cleaning his shaft in the same stroke. His friend had been 
similarly dealt with, & less than 10min after they'd entered the room, the men 
were sheepishly buttoning & zipping up. Both agreed without comment to take the 
stairs at least part of the way down-to make it look like they'd lasted longer 
with Tom's white housewives. They'd been in the stairwell before either managed 
a coherent thought.
"Damn, was she fine."
"Oh yeah. we should've paid for more time, taken them again."
"Yeah. Swapped." The men stopped at a landing, glancing at each other as they 
reviewed Tom's rules-nothing would've precluded their doing just that. "Shit," 
both sighed together, then left the stairwell to find the elevator. In the 
meantime, Kathy had already used the room's phone to alert Tom that they were 
ready for their next 'guests.' She eyed the bed, & at Melissa, who was taking 
the opportunity to reapply some KY lube. 
"Need some help with that?" she asked with a smile. Melissa looked up & giggled.
"Imagine what they'd think walking in on that." The women eyed one another for a 
moment more, before Kathy leaned down, collecting the tube from her friend & 
lover's hand. 
"Stop it, or I'll decide to see if it helps us get through this faster." She 
applied the water-soluble lubricant to her friend's sex with casual ease, 
teasing just enough that Melissa groaned, her hips shifting slightly toward her 
friend's exploring fingers.
"Now who's trying to get us in trouble?" the blonde managed, & nodding, Kathy 
stopped. She'd barely had time to return the various bottles & tubes to the bag 
they had brought from the community apartment before their next 'guests' 
arrived. The men didn't bother to knock, & certainly take any precaution locking 
the door. Moving to the bed, the men didn't bother with words, eyeing the women, 
then each other, & by some unspoken agreement, each taking 1 of the pair where 
they lay waiting on the rumpled bed. As she felt another strange cock slip into 
her, true contact prevented only by the thin rubber of the condom, Melissa 
wondered if the guests next door could hear what was going on, or given the 
protesting mattress & springs, the people in the room below.

Spartan was too nice a term for the security office in the ground floor of the 
run-down hotel. The main room held the battered video monitors and the base unit 
for the hotel's radio system, which teetered on a ply board table against the 
wall beside the door, a mismatched pair of worn office chairs pushed against the 
desk in front of the recorders that sat below the trio of small black & white 
screens. The grainy images flickered across at a regular interval, pausing for a 
few seconds before stepping to the next camera. The montage drew Hiram's 
attention, & for a moment the stark terror that had descended with the weight of 
the guard's broad hand on his shoulder eased. It returned full force as he saw 
that at the end was a newer video set-up, with 3 professional recorders running, 
and a split screen showing three rooms with women in various stages of undress. 
It didn't take him a second to recognize the women in the right upper corner of 
the screen-the pair he'd just left. The larger man had easily pushed him through 
the second door into a smaller, windowless room, & the door had closed, cutting 
off almost all of the light. Hiram Schultz had groped his way into the room, 
feeling for the straight backed chair he'd seen in the moment before he'd been 
made a prisoner. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting before the door 
opened. He blinked as an imposing silhouette joined him, the door closing 
behind. Hiram blinked at the greenish scar the light had burned into his vision, 
giving the room a false light that didn't reveal his visitor. He'd been alone 
long enough some of the fear had become anger, first at himself, then the women 
who'd obviously been in on the whole thing, & finally, at the man who'd so 
calmly warned him about the 'rules' in a patently illegal operation. When the 
figure leaning against a wall somewhere in the blackness didn't speak, Hiram 
opened his mouth, willing the quaver from his voice,
"What do you want. We had a deal!"
"Yes, we did. & your behaviour has jeopardized my entire business."
"I did nothing of the sort."
"The deal was no names."
"They can't possibly know me."
"No? These aren't crack whores, man. They're already wondering why I bring 
Whitey in to shaft them. Then you start in about their husbands. But that's 
okay, some of my customers have a bit of an issue with Whitey, & want to hear 
that they're better than the bitches' husbands. But we said no names, & you 
didn't believe me when I said there'd be consequences."
"I tell you, they can't know!"
"No? Well between the times you was ballin' them like a wild man, all that shit 
about being responsible was loud enough I could hear it down here!" the voice 
stopped at that in an angry hiss.
"You can't do this to me."
"Can't do what? Can't hold you here until I decide what to do with you? Trust 
me, you're safer in here than out there," Hiram could make out a vague gesture 
toward the door. "So tell me, smart guy, what happens the first time she sees 
you at one of your society gatherings. You educators do have those, don't you?"
"Of course," Hiram heard himself stammering but couldn't control his voice, "But 
she's never. I mean, we've never met. He doesn't bring her to the school 
gatherings."
"Uh huh. It only takes once," Tom replied,  "& you know what? I don't think 
she'd be the one to let on anything had happened. But you. I worry you'd slip up 
somehow."
"You can't use those tapes," Hiram interrupted, "They prove you're a pimp-you'd 
go to prison for forcing them to do this."
"Oh really? Where am I on those tapes? In fact, what makes you think they 
wouldn't say you were the one who made them do it all? If it were to come out, 
that is, that they were turning tricks like this." Tom paused before he 
continued, "But that's the only reason we record-to make sure you don't go 
telling everyone that there's a den of inequity right here under everyone's 
nose; that, & to protect the girls, in case you're a freaky deaky. Isn't good 
business to threaten my customers, if you know what I mean, so don't worry 'bout 
the tape. Hell, I can give you a copy if you want, so you can remember getting 
back at the guy you work with." Hiram was rocking slightly as he considered what 
Tom had said. 
"Then if you're not threatening me, why am I here?"
"I  already told you. You broke the rules. Now we have to decide how to make 
that right."
"I can pay." Tom snorted,
"You can pay for all the tricks that might be lost if those ladies figure out 
what's what? I didn't know you were pullin' in six large, prof. 'Cause that's 
what it'd take." Hiram wasn't sure if he believed that comment, but reminded 
himself the man he was talking to hadn't volunteered to turn his peer's wife 
into a whore for kicks-it was business to him, pure & simple. 
"Then what do you want?" For a moment, Hiram flashed on him serving some twisted 
form of the prostitution the women he'd just possessed endured. The thought 
shook him, but Tom didn't leave him to his thoughts any longer.
"Simple, really. You're going to get me a new girl." Tom didn't bother 
explaining the woman would be Mike's; he'd meant only to terrify the little man 
to preclude any near term blow-up. Then the guard had shown him the pictures in 
the man's wallet. The woman was nearly as stunning as the pair he'd ensnared at 
the man's behest. He waved off the professor's stammered protest.
"No, no, I don't mean your daughter, if you have one, or your secretary or a co-
ed. though that last would be kind of lucrative. But no, I'm talking about the 
slut who's already stepping out on you."
"My wife." Hiram felt a strange loosening in his gut.
"Sure, the bitch who's fucking another guy. You don't think she deserves this as 
much as the poor women you just fucked upstairs?" Tom feigned outrage, "You 
didn't worry about what this would do to them, did you?" The little man seemed 
to curl in on himself, & Tom knew he'd soon have a new 'white housewife' to 
offer his customers. "& all you have to do is tell me where she goes-somewhere I 
can make her a little more. cooperative. Then a little re-education, & you'll 
have complete revenge. You'll be able to make her squirm, since she won't know 
you know; punish her for what she did to you."
"I guess I don't have a choice." Hiram breathed after a long moment.
"Oh, you have a choice. I can let your wife, or her husband, see what you're up 
to. Or your employer-2 on 1 isn't appreciated at a Jesuit school, is it? Or I 
could tell the women-let them know why they've been turning tricks all this 
time. Not really such a hard choice, is it?" Hiram shook his head morosely. Tom 
laughed, "Damn, from the look on your face you'd think you loved the bitch. Tell 
you what. I'll snap some pics of your honey & my girl's man, & anytime you start 
to feel guilty, just glance at them until you remember what she's done to you." 
Such pictures he already had-part of his checking into the man's story before 
he'd drugged the pair who were still shagging upstairs in the hotel. The 
professor nodded his head slightly, & Tom hid his smile, thinking what Mike 
would say about the prospect of a new showpiece who'd already shown a 
willingness to put out. "All right then. I'll have Marco see that you get to 
your car. Your job is to make a list: where all your wife goes, what she does, 
things she likes. Understand?" The man bobbed his head, & Tom considered whether 
he should feel sorry for the sniveling runt. Then he remembered what was 
happening to the fine women more than a dozen floors above their head, & any 
sympathy vanished. The man had brought him 2 grade A pieces of ass, but was a 
shit who likely deserved having his woman fuck around. He stepped to the 
unlocked door, glancing at the monitor to gauge how things were going, then 
motioned to the room & nodded when Marco lifted the professor's keys. "See that 
he gets headed home, M," Tom asked, adding, "We have a bit of business 
arranged." The guard nodded silently & stepped around him into the room, 
reaching to the wall switch to turn on the light. 
Tom waited until they'd left, then checked the recorders, comparing the images 
he saw on screen with what he expected. The girls on ten were cleaning up 
between sessions, while the girls in 14 were working-he thought-their fourth 
group of conventioneers. He noted with satisfaction that Melissa & Kathy were 
already on their 4th pair of John's. As he watched, the fat man between 
Melissa's spread legs threw his head back, & Tom was fairly sure the businessman 
from Minnesota was pumping a load into the condom. Checking the mental schedule, 
he decided to shuffle the last pair to the girls on 14, who were running ahead 
of schedule; he wanted to see how well Mike's idea worked. He reached for his 
cell, then stopped & picked up the security handset instead, dialing the clinic 
number. Mike picked up on the 2nd ring, asking how things were going.
"Oh, I think I have something you'll love," Tom didn't elaborate, "But I thought 
I'd meet you at the downtown Gates'. I'll bring the ladies, & we can see how 
well your 'treatment' works."
"Fine with me," Michael answered, "But when it works, lunch is on you. & when 
people start to stare, it's not my fault." Tom snorted in answer, & told Michael 
they'd be there in fifteen minutes before they broke the connection. He radioed 
Marco to shepherd the women back to the apartment when everyone was finished, 
then headed to pick up Melissa & Kathy. 
