Message-ID: <3449eli$9708281113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gregorsson@aol.com (Gregorsson) Subject: Rules of Engagement Chapter 2 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: <19970827232600.TAA16498@ladder01.news.aol.com> Chapter 2 Simon Beach had enough of rules, regulations, orders, and all the chicken shit that went with having spent six years in the Rangers. It was all a pain in the ass and even though he stayed in the reserves, where he figured that he'd be more or less safe for a couple of hundred a month, he had no intention of letting the rest of his life get caught up in blue or even white collar bull. So when he got home to New London at the age of 25, he stolidly collected unemployment and looked around for something challenging to do. The usual local jobs at General Dynamics or the chemical plant were out, and doing some kind of stuff at the Navy base was beyond question. So it was no surprise to him that, toward the end of the six months he could collect, he wound up in trouble. Typically, he was hammered out of his skull, trying to pick up some woman who seemed willing. Her boyfriend had other ideas though, so he cracked the boyfriend's head and got carried away to be a guest of the local government for a night. Waking up in New London County jail wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. Doing so with a hangover to find a crowd of blacks making ungodly racket just made it worse. The fact that they seemed to be beating someone up was of no great significance to Simon; it was the noise. Training took over and Simon made some enemies, got some respect, and rescued a little, white kid as sort of a bonus to getting the creeps to settle down. Simon groaned his way back to the bench he had claimed as his own and settled down with his head in his hands. The kid joined him. "I'm Sam Goodwin, thank you for helping me, I thought they were really going to fuck me up." He extended his hand. "Simon," He looked the kid over, nice clothes, musical voice, a little delicate. Probably not a kid, just looked young. "You a fag?" "Would that bother you?" Sam reddened slightly. "Naw, I'm in here for public butt fucking myself, I'm very tolerant." Simon struck a match with a thumbnail and lighted a cigarette. "Not entirely, I'm bi, but I do prefer men most of the time, and that's good in my business since I don't wind up wasting the efforts of my employees." Simon considered that for a few moments and decided he didn't have the mental apparatus to figure it out. "Huh?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in here for procurement." He accepted Simon's offer of a light. "The big one over there that you threw in the toilet is one of my competitors. He was thinking of working me over to get me out of the business, pretty dumb, my girls are not at all in the same league as the sluts he has giving blowjobs in alleys." "Hamm..." "What's your story." Simon shrugged and gave him a thumbnail sketch. He put heavy emphasis on the events of that evening as he still wasn't used to the injustice of it. Sam listened patiently, asking a few pointed questions, and when Simon was done he offered him a job. "Doin' what?" "Protecting me and my girls. You've obviously got the talents and skills for it and things are getting rougher in this trade with the expansion of the town and industry. I don't need that much protection for myself - being in here tonight is more for harassment's sake than anything else, and those guys over there aren't likely to bother me at home. But the girls can get into messy situations that I'd like to have covered. You wouldn't be the only 'bodyguard' I've got. It's a typical business expense." Simon was starting to feel human again and what was being offered sounded good, but he was suspicious. "What do I have to do with you? I mean personally?" Might as well get it out in the open if it was going to be that way. Sam looked thoughtful for a few seconds, knitted his brows, and then his face lighted up with a big smile. He laughed, "Simon, you're a big, sexy hunk, but I wasn't including anything sexual for me in the bargain. Not that I'd refuse, but that isn't necessarily good business. You won't even get any of my girls for free. I would deduct a fair price from your retainer, less than the going rate of course, but you're under no obligation to engage in sex on the job or as a condition of employment. Unless you consider watching to be the same as engaging." Simon shook his head. "Just what are we talking about in terms of money here?" "One hundred a night, a bonus whenever you do have to use muscle, all medical and expenses of the job. All under the table, naturally," Sam ticked off each item on a finger then returned to his thumb, "and discounts on the product when off the job, as I said before." "Let me think it over when I've sobered up some. You got a phone number or something?" "Tell you what - your bail shouldn't be very much - when my lawyer gets here we'll get you out and we'll talk some more over breakfast." Sam was sizing Simon up. After all, some romance with this guy would be fun if it ever came about and the way to a man's heart (and things considerably lower on the anatomy) was through his stomach. Just getting Simon comfortable with his company would be a good start. In the meantime, having protection for the girls enhanced would be quite enough. Simon thought over the state of his finances and decided that the risk of being pawed was worth the chow and bail money. He wasn't too concerned about his virtue - switch hitting had been almost obligatory in the seventies and even though men never turned him on he'd managed to learn how to give a creditable blow job. He figured that since it hadn't messed up his head or turned him off of girls that it couldn't be dangerous. Besides, there wasn't much chance of doing something like that over breakfast. "OK. It's obvious I need the help." "Good enough. My lawyer ought to be around any time now. Once I see her, I'll have her post your bail and we'll wait for you out front." It was only minutes later that the warder came for Sam. As he left, a lot of grumbling from the other side of the cooler had to be silenced by Simon's waggled finger. Twenty minutes later, Simon was being shown the door himself, armed with his personal possessions and a form telling him how much trouble he was in and when to show up to face the charges. Reaching the parking lot, he spotted a late model Volvo and saw Sam wave to him from the passenger seat behind Sam. Looking up, he saw the most startlingly gorgeous woman he had seen in at least ten hours. She had that well-groomed look of a well-bred woman, though she was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. From his angle, Simon could see that she did things for the sweatshirt that hadn't been the intent of the designer, but would cause them to sell like wildfire if she were in their ads. Being barely human, Simon was fuzzy on the introduction, but he caught on that the curves, medium blonde hair, and deep blue eyes belonged to Betty. She let the clutch out and they were on their way. Between the police station and sopping up the last of his egg yolk with toast, Simon learned that Betty had worked her way through law school as one of Sam's girls and, once she had put out her shingle, had become his permanently retained attorney. Along with that, she had managed some good practice suing insurance companies and was doing very well. During the meal, Sam had made a phone call and, when they walked out of the pancake house, he directed Simon to get a ride from Betty as he climbed into a waiting Lincoln. Betty drove Simon to his parents' house in Mystic, making small talk along the way. Before he got out of the car, she handed him a card. "Sam told me about his offer. Answer through me - either call or drop in if you're near the office once you've made your decision." She patted his knee in a not motherly but not overly suggestive fashion. "He's good people to work for." Simon crawled out and stood in the street, gazing after her until she turned the corner. He was very thoughtful. He remained thoughtful through the hassles of dealing with Mon, recovering his car, and an abortive attempt at a date with an old girlfriend. He even remained thoughtful in his sleep. The next morning, he picked up the phone and dialed Betty's number. She was in court, so he left a message that his answer was yes, and that he'd be near the phone all day for a return call. He spent the rest of the morning figuring out his meager finances and decided that he'd be able to manage an apartment now that he had an income. A few phone calls had him set up to look at a few places ranging from Groton to Old Saybrook the next day. Just before noon, Betty called, and by eight that night, Simon was working. Sam ran most of the business from a motel in East Lyme, right on the interstate. One of the billboards for the place included the phrase "Easy on, easy off" - and that had become the nickname of Sam's business. All of the girls worked out of the hotel and its bar, only the really good ones went out as call girls. Simon was needed mainly to roam the halls, keep track of which girl was in which room, and keep an ear open for trouble. He learned immediately that there was more going on than mere fucking. virtually all the johns wanted something extra that they couldn't get at home, and that usually consisted of having another girl or another man. Mainly, they wanted an audience. So that first night, Simon saw several of the girls in ones or twos service their customers. All in all, it was fairly relaxing and fun, and Sam gave him a girl that night as a starting work bonus. It was just as well, since Simon was as horny as he'd ever been. Lisa was a specialist. She got most of the clients who were into anal sex - that paid a premium that she was willing to earn, although Sam rationed her so that she wouldn't develop medical problems from the usage. Sam introduced them as business was winding down at three in the morning, and left them in the bar to their own devices. "I liked the way you handled yourself when I was with that truck driver. You were very encouraging to him, and that got him out of there faster." "Thanks. The only thing I wanted to make sure of was that you could handle the slapping around and didn't need to be rescued. He got the idea to cool it just by me coming in and since that was obvious, I didn't see any reason why he shouldn't get what he'd paid for." "C'mon, let's go find a room." Shortly after they were naked and in bed and Simon was vigorously licking Lisa's pussy and clit. "Yum, you're pretty good at that, most men aren't...girls are usually better." Simon brought her to orgasm quickly and then crawled up to enter her. He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips and used his hand to vibrate it. Then he made circles around her clit before forcing himself into her. "Jesus! Christ you're big...o-o-o...." Simon wasted no time with gentleness, he began to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. For Simon that could go on for several hours, he had learned a lot during his tour in Vietnam and adding to that a natural endurance made it nearly impossible for him to cum without willing himself to. He shifted her body so that the top of his cock would glide in a straight path toward her g-spot, but then stop short without actually touching it. That caused Lisa to involuntarily grip making her uterus ride up so that the head of Simon's cock slipped under it. That applied the pressure directly to the ultra sensitive front pussy wall giving her a dazzling experience. Within a few minutes Lisa was half crazy with pleasure and began to beg; that's when Simon stopped moving. "Ah-h-h-h...you bastard, oh my god, oh my god, shit...fuck me, oh my god..Simon, you asshole! Fuck me!" "No." He looked straight into her eyes. "You don't even like this. Why should I do all the work? Who ever heard of a whore cumming anyhow? It's not like you don't have a cock in you all day or something that you'd actually be horny." "You son of a bitch! Just fuck me, don't stop!" Lisa dug her fingernails into Simon's ass and tried to pull him into her but she wasn't strong enough. "If you want me to fuck you so bad why don't you just cum right now? That might convince me that you really want this. Just think about having my cock all the way back inside of you, pounding away, stretching your pussy...that ought to be enough to make you cum. Huh?" "Shit, I am...oh my god, how did you do that? My god I'm cumming...." Lisa lost all control and her orgasm washed like waves through her body. Simon could feel the rippling of her muscles and as her spasms churned up through her cunt he thrust into her as deeply as he could. Lisa fainted. She was only out for a few minutes. Simon had just lighted a cigarette when she rolled against him shivering. She looked up at the clock and then at Simon's still hard pecker. "Don't you get enough, we've been at this for over an hour, aren't you ready to cum?" Simon laughed lightly, stubbed out his smoke, and rolled her onto her belly and pulled her up to her knees pulling her ass onto his cock slowly and smoothly while reaching around to squeeze her tits. "I never get enough fucking. Do you want me to cum in your ass or save it and cum in your mouth?" "Baby, cum in my ass and then let me suck your cock empty and lick it clean, o-o-o, careful, I don't think I can take all of you." "I thought this was your specialty." "Yeah, but most guys who do it have smaller cocks, I need to stretch for you." "What would you need to do for me to butt fuck you right off the bat and sink all the way in?" "I'd probably need to have at least a couple of other guys first, get me wet and ready, Christ, you're thick. I think you can go a little faster and deeper if you want now. Yeah, stay right there a second, I like the way it feels to have your balls against my pussy." Lisa began to move back and forth on Simon's cock and as she did he met her thrusts with ones of his own until he was fucking her ass as hard and fast as he had her pussy. He started to spank her in time with his strokes and that made her rock back and forth violently and her ass cheeks turned pink to red. Then he leaned over and pulled one of her tits around to bite the nipple almost to the point of drawing blood; at the same time he took her hair in his hand and pulled her straight up and then down again. Letting go of her tit he pushed her up and down, spanking her as she was on all fours and mauling her tits when she was upright. Watching in the mirror he took in the lovely sight of her tits bouncing as he slapped them and as he felt her start to cum he allowed himself to. The sensation of his cum jetting into her asshole was all it took to send her over the edge; pushing her down on all fours again, pulled his cock out of her ass and rammed it into her pussy as the second jet was spurting out of his cockhead. Fucking her deeply he finished his ejaculation and then pushed her off his dick while remaining on his knees. Lisa turned around and took his dripping cock into her mouth living up to her promise. Lisa finally pulled away exhausted. Nobody had ever fucked her so long and hard and made her cum so many times. While trying to catch her breath she counted up at least a dozen orgasms including one while she was sucking his cock. After being a whore for almost five years she thought she had felt everything a man could do. She glanced over; Simon's cock was still hard and what he was doing to her nipples was making her want more. This time they made love slowly and very gently. Lisa drifted into a state that was almost dreamlike between sleep and sexual excitement at last falling asleep as she felt Simon cum deep inside her, the last thought in her mind was that she couldn't wait to tell the other girls about this. -- +--------------' 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> /