Message-ID: <3421eli$9708281050@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gregorsson@aol.com (Gregorsson) Subject: Rules of Engagement Chapter 8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970827233100.TAA16904@ladder01.news.aol.com> Chapter 8 "Goddamnit Simon, what the fuck is eating you? Three months ago you were the most popular stud in the state and I was having to turn away business because you were too busy. Now I turn it away because you're not performing." Sam leaned back in his desk chair, lighted a cigarette, and blew the smoke out in a narrow jet. "Sam, shit...look, I just haven't been up to par, splitting with Sue really fucked me up. Hell, the last trick I turned was a total washout. I couldn't even get a hard on. Since then I've been afraid to try." Simon blurted all that out while looking out the window. He was terribly embarassed. "Why didn't you tell me that at the time? Crap! If that's it then you just need your confidence back and we can arrange that." "I don't know about that." Simon was staring at his hands. "The thing that always pulled me through was knowing that I could curl up with Sue afterwards and she'd let me know that I wasn't just a toy or an object. I used to think I did the same for her. Whenever I was with a trick, I'd think abouther, fantasize, and then I could do anything. But without her to take care of me, there's no point in fantasizing about her now, I'm just not able to get interested in anybody else." "You've got it bad. What the hell makes you think that Sue is the critical element? Shit, you were a grown man long before you met her and you did all right then. Your problem is that you're in love and now you're feeling guilty about all the things that you've done; with and without Sue. There's nothing to feel guilty about anymore so knock off the crap and get back to work. We've got the party I'm throwing for the sailors tonight and I'd advise you to get some of the action for yourself." Sam was talking about his irregularly scheduled wing ding that got single sailors from the submarine base in for some relatively cheap pussy. It was a good social service and introduced the bubbleheads to the right way of finding broads. Later in their careers many of them became regular customers, some even wound up earning a few bucks themselves. Sam would make sure the parties were only attended by the young ones who were fresh out of boot camp and probably hadn't had a piece of ass in months. The advertising and marketing end of it worked out well even though the parties were always at a loss. In a few years these kids would be wanting girls to show up for divisional parties, bachelor parties, dolphin drinking ceremonies, and after parties for chief's initiations. Sam had been the only pimp in the area to realize the potential and had built up a significant portion of his business that way. The parties were always staged at a motel near the base, always on a slow night. Sam would rent a wing of the place so the party could go full blast without disturbing the other guests. Simon's job would be to ensure that the sailors stayed in the right part of the hotel and didn't get too wild with the girls or property. Even though the nominal charge of fifty dollars brought in six or seven thousand, there were high expenses. Sam would hire a lot of amatuers from the local colleges but even they cost a hundred for the evening. The regular girls got three hundred. So with fifteen of each working the labor end was six grand all by itself. Consequently, the cost of rooms, bribes, booze, damage, and everything else would amount to a loss. A loss of nearly fifteen thousand was typical. But Sam's accounting showed that parties that cost as much years before had generated customers who would generally spend in the neighborhood of two thousand a year on themselves and bring in other business worth as much or more with their parties. There were even a few enterprising souls who had there wives working for Sam for the household's second income. In fact, about half of the customers were Navy, while almost half of the hookers were Navy dependents. The girls worked their asses off during these parties, but the regulars looked at it as community service and the college brats were just hyper on the excitement of turning tricks. Things started up around seven and from Simon's point of view it was all going very smoothly. No drunks by ten, no fights, no arguments with the girls. It was one of the least rowdy parties he'd covered. Simon was bored. Most of the room doors stayed open, nobody was concerned about privacy so as Simon strolled along he got to make a visual check on everyone. Two of the rooms were being used for guys to wait to get a girl; most of the girls were trying to at least double up, but that still meant that almost a hundred guys were hanging our drinking and talking. Since they could go as many times as they wanted, it meant that some of them were going from room to room, getting some pussy here, ass there, blow job down the hall. Simon was conspicuous being the only person on the floor with any clothes on. In his roaming Simon looked in on Sue who was busy with three guys - she was fucking one doggy style and the other two were in front of her and she was licking from one dick to the other. Simon got a wistful feeling and moved on. Down the hall a very well hung black kid was showing off for his buddies, jacking off and saying that he wasn't going to let the bitches get the easy one. Simon watched until he came and had to admire the kid's cocksureness. By eleven things were beginning to wind down, about half the kids had left either drunk or satisfied and most of the others were just hanging out. A few were still fucking but a lot more were just shooting the shit. The college girls were pretty much played out an only five or six of the regulars were still going strong. Sue and one of the other girls had put on a show for a group of guys - they were eating each other out and letting the crowd gather round to jack off on them. Suddenly there was a scream, shouts, and then all hell broke loose as the place got flooded with cops and shore patrol. Somehow a jealous wife or girlfriend had gotten wind of what was going on and had complained to the base. She had also complained to the local newspaper and a whole cntingent of photographers and reporters followed the cops and marines into the place. It was a rout. Simon managed get several dozen of the kids out windows including some of the college girls who were still around. The pros just lay back and took it easy. Sue got busted while in the middle of dressing and they dragged her away in nothing but a skirt and shoes. The newsmen went nuts taking pictures of her since she didn't even try to cover herself. Simon later got copies and he enlarged and framed one of Sue standing with a scowl on her face, one hand on a hip, tits bare and shiny from all the cum smeared on them, flipping the finger at the camera man. Simon got arrested too, he barely had time to call Sam. Within hours everyone was bailed out. Sam even got the bail up for the sailors adding to the overhead. Betty was up all night getting everything straightened out. A few things helped. Sam had some goods on the base commander and none of the sailors ever got military charges against them. Similar pressure on a ranking police officer got most of the charges dismissed at the next day's arraignment. Betty had gotten Simon out right because she needed help keeping people under control. Sue and the rest of the girls were next and Sam had sent limos down to spirit them away. As Sue climbed in, Simon got the last glance he would have of her for several months. Sue left town. Too much embarassment from having her picture in the papers. Sam set her up to work in Atlantic City and even though Simon was sure he'd never see her again, he didn't bother filing for divorce. Sam told him about Sue leaving in one of the mop up meetings that he, Simon, and Betty had over the following few days. All three of them were exhausted and a few glasses of wine and the softness of Betty's couch got the best of Simon and the next thing he knew was a vague feeling of being bundled up and moved around. Sam and Betty had undressed him, stretched him out on the couch, and covered him up with a blanket. Simon dozed in and out, catching bits and pieces of the whispered conversation Sam and Betty were having. Then he seemed cold but at the same time was experiencing an incredible dream. In his sleep he had gotten aroused and started playing with himself. Both Sam and Betty were interested in watching so they slipped the covers off. When Simon rolled onto his side Sam got down on the floor and started to lick Simon's cock, Betty pulled off her clothes first and then joined Sam in giving Simon a gentle blow job so as not to awaken him. Simon woke up with a start to find himself in Betty's mouth and Sam licking his balls. Betty looked up, smiled, and got up on top of Simon pushing him over on his back. She lowered herself onto his cock and once she was settled Simon felt Sam's mouth got back to work on his nuts. Betty was fantastic. Her perfect body and the heat of her kisses along with the skill of her pussy made Simon go crazy. Sam couldn't stay down there with all the motion and he went to sit in a chair and masturbated while Simon and Betty fucked for what he later said was almost two hours. The two of them went through every position they knew and invented a few along the way. Finally Simon exploded in Betty's ass and Sam, who had been conserving his own ejaculation, moved over and released himself down Betty's back. A large drop of his cum landed between her cheeks and dripped down onto Simon's cock which gave Betty such a rush that she came with renewed vigor in a shattering anal orgasm. Sam left shortly after that, leaving Betty and Simon to their own devices which occupied them for the rest of the night. By the time Betty was done with Simon he was ready for work again. All his confidence was back and even her admission that she and Sam had discussed needing to do something like that didn't make him balk. It was the sincerity of their caring that made the difference. Simon still was in love with Sue, but he'd have to wait for her to be ready to believe that he wanted her back. Sam promised to help if he could, but in the meantime, Sue would be most convinced and happier if she found out that Simon was back to normal and they could once again relate as peers. Long talks had pretty much convinced Simon that Sue thought that he had only stayed with her after the rape out of a sense of pity and didn't really desire her anymore. Sam had said that part of what she was now doing was proving to herself that she was good enough for Simon. it was pretty confusing but Simon had to take Sam's word for it that she needed it that way. Simon followed Sam's lead and by the end of the month was once again living up to his reputation. He managed to find a certain amount of emotional release with some of his female customers who were into submission. Added to the normal role playing of sadist or rapist, Simon would force those women to listen while he graphically described how much better Sue was. He would even show them pictures of Sue and him culled from all the setups they had arranged. Those particular customers loved the variation and it actually enhanced his reputation with many since all women view a man in ove to be the ultimate challange in bed. One woman, Joann, in particular was very interested in what Simon had to say about Sue. She was very taken with Simon and even thought she might be in love with him. But she also knew that her husband was deeply in love with her while Simon was very much in love with Sue. To her, the ultimate fantasy was to have her husband catch her with Simon in such a way that he could hear Simon talking about Sue while she was herself proclaiming her love for him. Simon found a way to do that and the result was his first porno video. The two of them made the whole script up. Not only did the action include them but a scene of Simon with another girl describing how ridiculous it was to have Joann in love with him, and two scenes of Joann, one with another man, another with the same girl, telling them about Simon and her husband all while in the middle of some very kinky sex. It made a good half hour video and Joann gave it to her husband for their tenth anniversary. Joann paid for all the equipment and processing and the camera man and she signed over all rights to Simon for reproduction and sale. That launched Simon in the business. Joann had enough money to afford Simon almost exclusively for several months. Anything he could think up she was game for. After the video was done they made a practice out of fucking in front of her husband and he'd pay Simon for the trick. It was Simon who gave her the idea of fucking his business friends in front of him and she took off on that tangent for several weeks. She had in the meantime taken a real thrill out of sucking Simon's cock in front of anyone she could find to watch. Once while in front of her husband they had the following exchange. "You know, as good as you're getting at that, you ought to thnk about becoming a professional." Joann gave him a questioning glance without releasing his pecker. "You could make a bundle turning tricks and making movies. You've got the looks and skills, and you can afford to pick and chose since he's paying the bills anyhow." Joann pulled her mouth away. "You're kidding. I'm not that good at this, I can't even force you to cum." "Neither could Sue. You could probably make anybody else cum without a problem." Joann raised up and straddled Simon, lowered herself onto his shaft. "But I'm not that good a fuck." She tensed her pussy muscles. "Tricks like that prove otherwise. And I've seen what you can do with a cock up your ass; the bigger the better. And you eat pussy almost as well as I do." "But where would I work?" "Why not right here? This would make a great whorehouse, we could have a few other girls work here too so that you didn't have to handle everything." "You want to compete with Sam?" "No. Sam would run this as a sideline." "I dunno, sounds interesting, but maybe I should experiment with it first." "How's that?" Joann looked over her shoulder at her husband. "Well, maybe I should try walking Bank Street a few nights just to see if I like it. I really think I should have an appreciation for that side of the business rather than try to put on airs and become some kind of high class call girl." "OK. Let's do it." After they were done fucking, Joann got dressed up in a short, short skirt, garter and hose, low cut blouse, and spiked heels. Taking her husband with them they went off to the dingiest bars in New London where Joann managed to pull eight tricks in just over two hours. All but one were blow jobs; the last was a fuck with her bent over the hood of a sports car, She only took five dollars from each customer. One sailor complimented her husband on her abilities. After that night Sam hired her on and she became a specialist at gang bangs. The only time her husband got really upset with her was when she posed giving head to a pony. He thought it was too dangerous even though he later enjoyed her acting it out with him taking the part of the horse. Otherwise he never complained or interfered with Joann's sex habits and seemed to handle the whole thing very well. Joann always maintained that he was good in bed, large enough cock, plenty of endurance, and knew what to do with her. But he also understood that she needed a lot of men for some reason and allowed her to have them, preferring to watch and make sure she was all right. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /