Message-ID: <3450eli$9708281113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gregorsson@aol.com (Gregorsson) Subject: Rules of Engagement Chapter 3 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: <19970827232601.TAA23394@ladder02.news.aol.com> Chapter 3 The next few months went by quickly for Simon. The work was just as predicted by Sam. Generally boring; having to listen in on other people fuck, as happened about half the time, got dull. There were a few times when his retainer paid for itself, mainly the idea was to go in and protect the girl from harm and not beat up the customer. Sometimes they just freaked out but there was no intention of losing the business. On several occasions Simon had gone in, settled things down, and then departed to leave the girl to finish her business. It was a basic break-even that had to be considered. Johns couldn't get away with damaging the girls because losing a girl to the trade meant losing some of her regular customers. Paying medical expenses could quickly eat up the profits on a girl too. But losing a customer to rough treatment could be just as bad so Simon acted as a firm but gentle influence to straighten them out. Most of the time that worked with just his presence being made known. The only troubles really came when several egged each other on. Simon could easily out fight a half dozen half-smashed business men so he never got hurt and the girls rarely did. The girls liked him around, they felt safer and after work he was somebody to talk to along with a man who knew how to make them feel good about themselves after a night of selling their bodies. Simon was so good with the girls that Sam stopped charging his pay for getting laid. It was well worth it in the attitude improvements; somehow Simon made the girls all feel good about being whores. In the meantime, Simon was also doing odd jobs for others; one was a break in to obtain evidence for Betty, and here and there Simon did a convincing and effective roughing up of people delinquent in debts. He avoided any specific 'mob' work preferring to remain totally independent and Sam supported him in that. Simon became well known in the areas around Old Lyme and Saybrook as someone who could help when all other avenues had failed. Sam didn't want to lose Simon's energies to other activities though but the only way to keep Simon fully occupied would be to give him more to do. After talking at length with all of his girls, one at a time and in groups, he came to the conclusion that he needed Simon to get interested in turning tricks himself. It would be a delicate situation and better to let Simon get into it by offering the work with very demanding aspects. "I've got a slightly freaky customer who wants something special that I've never really catered to before." Simon eyed him over his glass with his best 'oh yeah?' sneer. Sam shook his head. "Don't jump to conclusions, it's nothing queer, just out of the ordinary, and I'm only bringing it up to yu because of special circumstances." Simon leaned back, arched an eyebrow and said, "OK, shoot." "I have a john who wants to be beaten up...beaten up under special conditions. And it's more than just a freak out thing otherwise I'd have somebody just take a tire tool to him. What he wants is to have the illusion of getting caught fucking somebody else's wife, have the husband show up, slap them both around, rape the girl, and shove him out the door." Simon mulled it over for a few minutes while Sam puffed a cigarette nervously. "You want me to beat this guy up and fuck the girl in front of him...all while keeping a straight face...give him the boot and go my merry way?" "You've got it. Except you can't be too rough, nothing that he'd have to explain to a doctor or his wife." "He's paying for this?" "Top rate. Your cut is five hundred." "Shit." "There's one catch...he's a U. S. Attourney and I want pictures and tapes of the whole scene. One day he may be a D.A. or a judge and I may need his influence, ya know what I mean?" "Sam you're an evil and underhanded son of a bitch." "Thank you. The girl isn't going to know what's going on. This guy insists that she be surprised. She'll get a hefty bonus." "This is pretty off the wall. I don't make a habit out of fucking in front of other people or rape and you want me to do it while on camera too." "You can pull it off. The girls have told me a lot about you. You'll be convincing and the girl will no doubt suit you; she's quite pretty." "Why me, why now?" "To be frank, I don't want to lose you to other crime...I need you to keep the security going for my girls, and your interests are getting more and more into other areas. So I'm offering you a chance to make what you do for me more exciting." "Yeah?" "The potential you have for income by getting more involved in the trade is enormous. The is more to it than just people fucking; sometimes there's fucking for very specific business reasons and I supply the flesh for that. But to cover those kinds of jobs I need more than just a tough guy; I need someone who's saavy in getting evidence too. I'm really talking blackmail here. In order to survive, for anyone to survive on this side of the law, information is necessary. Not always to be used, but to be held in reserve in case it's needed. You figure in because you've got the skills and motiviation." "What skills?" "Don't be niave, Simon. You were in a recon unit in the Army. I managed to get a copy of yur service record," Sam nodded in response to Simon's raised eyebrows, "phone tapping, lock picking, photography, and several dozen other specialties are at you finger tips. By the way, the curiousity of the police had to be stiffled; I paid for that - otherwise you might have found yourself under a lot of investigation. Law enforcement types don't take kinly to having a loose cannon like you roaming the streets unoccupied." "And you want me to put those talents to work for you. I can understand that." "Not only do I want you to participate but to handle all the chores of bugging rooms and phones, filming special clients, and even artistic direction. Afterall, I wouldn't want shoddy workmanship." "Have you done this before?" "To a lesser extent. Now is the time for me to start building up a portfolio of frightened men and women. Eventually I may need them. Hopefully, I won't. I won't use the information and evidence I have gratuitiously, there's no real profit in black mail, at least not compared to prostitution on my scale. But rather than go to jail, or see you or someone like Betty in trouble, I can make a simple swap of photos and tapes for freedom. "I see the point. OK. I'll set up the room. I can't guarantee my sexual interest, but I can probably fake things if that's a problem. It seems to me that intimidation is more what's called for here anyhow." "Pretty much. But the girl in question won't have any problem arousing you. And the kinkiness ought to make it fun too. You'll be playing it by ear so just do what you want as long as you're convincing." "All while Candid Camera is running." Simon had the room set up the next day. Sam already had a good stock in equipment; Simon only had to do some wiring and focusing of hidden cameras. Sam would be activating the shutters from a vantage point behind a two way mirror in an adjoining room. Simon waited in his car for Sam to give him the high sign to go in. When he got the wave he steeled himself and then went in. Bursting through the door he was taken aback almost immediately. The words, looks, and actions of the two player was one thing; the setup was pretty amazing. Before him was arrayed a girl dressed, partially, as a Southern belle with a huge black man between her naked legs. The man's hands were manacled to a chain around his waist and another chain led from there to the leg of a dresser. "Fuck me harder slave boy." Were the words coming out of her mouth as Simon came in. Then from under turned up petticoats she said, "What the hell is that noise nigger?" The black man looked at Simon, very guiltily, and started backing off the bed. As he moved his penis came out of her and he tried to cover himself with his hands being hampered by both the manacles and the size of his cock. "No massa, I din wanna, but missy tol' me to do what she says..." Simon had always prided himself on quick thinking, but this was taking it to the limit already. "What the hell is going on around here?" Simon fetched the guy a ringing blow to the side of the head, knocking him off the bed. The girl was struggling to get the best of her clothes and finally sat up to give Simon the nastiest glare he'd ever seen. She gathered herself for what he thought was going to be a scream and he coldly interupted her. "You fucking bitch, I can't even go into town without you taking advantage of my absence to use the niggers. You slut, you could damage this boy and then I'd be out my prize stud." She looked from Simon to the john, who was cowering against the dresser still trying to cover his dick, and back again. The intelligence was going to work in her eyes. "Well maybe," she drawled, "if you spent more time taking care of me and less time with your nigger sluts in the fields, then I wouldn't fell I had to find my pleasure where I could." Simon pushed her back on the bed and slapped her thighs apart. "I'll give you a fucking bitch!" He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, surprised himself that he was hard and ready, and entered her fully without any attempt at gentleness. She was already wet and open so getting in wasn't difficult. As he fucked her he called her names, made accusations, and slapped her. She added in her own insults and started comparing him to other men in the most rude manner. Simon could see the john playing with himself and her gaze followed his. "See how much bigger he is, no wonder you leave me yearning." "So you want that nigger dick?" "Constantly! Don't you want me to have it? I can show you how I take care of a real man." "Fine! Boy, come here!" The john shambled over looking abashed, a look belied by his huge erection. "Give it to her boy! Right in the mouth. That's it, force it in!" The john put his cock up to her mouth which opened eagerly and engulfed nearly half his length. As she sucked he continued to stroke himself and within minutes he came with an explosion that almost choked her. She couldn't keep all his cum in her mouth and it spurted out between her lips and his cock. And just like that it was over with. The girl pushed Simon away and went into the bathroom, the john rapidly dressed (Simon had missed how he got out of the chains) and as he was reaching into his pocket the girl came out again, dressed more conventionally in jeans. The john pulled out two fifties and left them on the dresser with a mumble of thanks and then let himself out. She looked Simon up and down. "I'm Sue. I guess you work for Sam so one of those is yours." "Simon. Yeah, sorry about the surprise." "That's OK. Things like that are part of the business, I'm sure Sam had his reasons for not telling me." "I hope I didn't hurt you or anything." She looked him over with an appraising eye, softer than her first look had been. "After having that thing in me it'd be hard to be hurt by anything smaller than a truck." She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Besides, you made me cum." "Huh?" Simon was in another one of his brilliant moods. "Ya know, big o, bingo, o-r-g-a-s-m." Simon looked at her blankly. "Well, not much for conversation are you? How about buying me some coffee then? That's the least you can do for a girl you've just fucked while making her suck a cock. By the way, if you can eat pussy as well as you fuck then you'll go far in this business. That's a hell of a nice pecker you've got." Ten minutes later they were in a booth at the East Lyme Howard Johnson's. Simon was beginning to get his cool back and while he did so he examined her very closely. She had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Tall, brunette, big brown eyes, long legs, lips that could melt ice, a nice smooth tan that had no swimsuit lines, and a slender build without being scrawny. Because of the petticoats he didn't know how her tits looked, but the T shirt without bra gave him a fair idea. He knew what her legs, ass, and pussy looked like and remembered the firmness of her limbs. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and he brought himself out the trance to look up into her amused eyes. They talked for several hours. Exchanged histories. "So I'm finishing up school to get Mom off my back, but I really enjoy what I'm doing. I'm making a load of money for having the time of my life. I can't understand why men would pay me for fucking when I'd be willing to do it for free anytime. But as long as they do, I'm willing to take the money and run." Sue said that as Simon let her into her car. She leaned out and gave him a kiss then drove off. Dreams that night woke Simon up. He found himself very aroused and stroking his cock. As his hand moved up and down the shaft he thought of Sue. He sniffed his fingers and could still catch a trace of her pussy juices. That made his dick even harder and using some spit for lubrication he started stroking with a will. He squeezed his balls with his other hand and visualized Sue sucking that big cock while he was hammering away at her pussy. He jacked off faster and harder and as he envisioned the black's cum spurting out of her mouth he let go with a load of cum that shot up into his face, chest, and arms. The balance of his cum poured out and ran down over his hand, penis, and testicles. He rubbed it into his skin and as he fell asleep he thought of her kiss. -- +--------------' 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> /