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Girls' Nightmare Out in 4 parts...
My 1st full story attempt.

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Rogue Alan


Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan,  11/2000

She groaned, aware of harsh light leaking around the curtains into her
face, & rolled to the other side. Her mind registered surprise-her
husband wasn't in bed with her-& dim awareness of some discomfort. There
were aches all over, as if she'd been working out especially hard the
day before, but there was something. She blinked her eyes, looking
around the familiar room, much more bright than it should have been in
the morning. She checked the clock: 11:16! She sat up, again aware of a
strange, almost painful pulling as the covers shifted on her chest. She
pushed the covers down, scanning her naked body, eyes still bleary with
sleep. Something glittered over her breast, at her left nipple. She was
aware belatedly that the vague discomfort was emanating from there. She
blinked again, struggled to focus, & gasped in shock: it was a nipple
ring. She scrunched back beneath the covers, searching the room,
desperate to know if her husband had seen. How had that happened? She
covered her face & tried to recall the events of the past night. She'd
been with Kathy, on their weekly 'girls' night out.' She remembered
leaving-she'd driven-but after that. Nothing. There was no other sound
in the house, & she wondered if her family was gone for the day. She
reached for the bedside phone to call Kathy-maybe she would have some
insight into what they'd done. The shift to sitting as she reached for
the phone reminded her of her aching body, though; her bladder was
complaining, so she pushed the covers back & rolled to her feet,
staggering into the bathroom. Her breath caught as her feet touched the
cold tile, & she pranced to the mat by her vanity, looking at her torso
in the mirror, then down at the real thing. The bright silver ring
entered 1 side of her left nipple, emerging from the other & dropping in
a small loop below the deep pink flesh. There was a tiny bead at the
bottom, she guessed where the ring closed. She was surprised that there
was no blood, & that the pain was minimal-more an awareness of something
different than anything wrong-even when she tentatively reached up &
shifted the ring. There was a drop of something clear & hard on the
bead, & a little experimentation convinced her it would be better not to
try to remove it, as the manipulation that required was painful, & she
couldn't unseat the ring from the bead. Stepping back, she admitted
privately it didn't look bad, keeping her usually flat nipple
semi-erect, capping the firm, round breast nicely. She wondered what her
husband would say. & what she would be able to tell him. Turning to the
water closet, she moved onto the mat below the stool & sat down on the
cold seat, sighing as she relieved herself. There seemed to be more
fluid than usual dripping into the toilet, & she reached down, fingers
absently moving through her pubic thatch, which she found had areas of
hairs matted together in small tangles, as if she hadn't cleaned up
after sex. More shocking, though, as she brought the toilet paper
between her legs to wipe, was something hard, nestled between her labia.
Melissa flipped the lights on, peering between her legs. She was shocked
again, more deeply than before, to find a 2nd silver ring hanging from
the mid-portion of her right inner labia. She also noticed the sparse
whitish flakes coating her inner thighs, & that suddenly, the aching she
felt, & the fullness in her belly, took on a new, horrific meaning. She
leapt up, throwing the shower on & barely waiting for the water to get
hot before hurling herself into the tiny stall. She pulled the handheld
showerhead off of the wall, bringing the steaming spray to her sex. She
washed her crotch thoroughly if gently-the ring in her labia was more
tender than that in her nipple-trying to deny that there were globs of
semen flushing from her vaginal canal. She couldn't ask her husband if
they'd had sex, desperately hoping they had, even if she'd been asleep.
Suddenly apprehensive, she climbed dripping from the shower, retrieving
a hand held mirror from the vanity, then climbed back into the relative
seclusion of the shower to check for any other changes. there were no
hickies, scars or other marks. She heaved a sigh of relief, though the
fear remained. What had she done?! She climbed out & was toweling dry
when her husband poked his head through the door. She bit her lip,
wondering how he'd react to the changes. 

"Fred called this morning. Boy, was he irate. He was sure Kathy was
cheating on him; he ranted about how she'd said she was out with you,
but she'd come home with a pierced nipple & another ring in her pussy."
He smiled, "Damn, hon', I didn't know you had it in you!" She paused,
trying to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. "You like it. them?"
"What's not to like?" he shrugged, "The younger guys at the office are
always talking about their girlfriends' piercings & things. I guess it's
a sign you enjoy your sexuality, so why should I complain," he grinned,
"But how long before we can," he moved his hips suggestively, "You
know?" She smiled in spite of herself. Surely he'd just taken advantage
of her while she was sleeping. She hadn't been above that a time or 2,
herself. "Well, it is a little sore. I' ll let you know," she dried
between her legs carefully, shivering at the morning's events, "Um, when
did I get in?" "Dunno. I was asleep. You 2 were out later than usual,
though, that's for sure. & you should see how you parked. I could barely
get into the garage. Maybe take a cab next time, OK?" She nodded, a
mixture of relief & anxiety roiling in her stomach. She could really
drink, she knew, but she'd never been so drunk she couldn't remember
things. & she didn't drive when she was drunk; a couple times they'd
taken cabs home. Jeff gave her a final lascivious wink, then
disappeared, & she absently began to get dressed. As she pulled her
panties on, she had a sudden thought, & hurried to the hamper, fearing
what she might find. To her puzzlement, there were no panties. She went
through the bedding, looked in the bathroom & under the bed, but found
nothing. The matching bra lay beside the hamper. She dressed, opting
after the 1st contact of panties with the ring in her pussy not to wear
any, & wisely foregoing a bra as well. She assumed she'd left her
panties wherever it was she'd gone to get pierced, & it took only a
moment to decide that she didn't want to call around asking about them;
the panties were no loss. 

Dressed & feeling almost whole, if aware of the different sensation at
her left breast, Melissa poured herself a cup of coffee and made sure
Jeff & her sons were out of earshot before she wandered into her tiny
office & picked up the phone. She dialed from memory, hoping Fred was as
understanding as her husband had been about what they'd done. He was
clearly more uptight than her husband, which seemed strange, considering
she knew Kathy was the more free-spirited compared to herself. The phone
rang twice-Kathy always waited for the caller ID to identify a call-then
Kathy picked up. 

"Mel?" "Yeah. Um, can you tell me what happened last night?" There was a
long pause, "I was hoping you could tell me! Fred nearly shit when he
saw. well, when he saw what I'd done. I can't remember doing it,
though!" "Me either. I don't remember anything after meeting you for
drinks." "I remember a little more than that. The club was busy as
usual, & I remember having a couple drinks, but after that. it all gets
hazy. When do you want to get your car?" "It's. it's here, already."
"You drove like that? Damn! I can't believe we did this. Did you ever
think about... you know..." "Getting piercings like this? No way! Jeff
laughed that he thought it was sexy when we saw 1 on a 'night time
cable' show, but I told him there was no way I was going to do that. &
the 2nd ring. I can't believe I let anyone get close enough to do that."
"I know what you mean. This is scary, Mel." "That's not the half of it.
were you. you know, did you have sex last night?" "You mean with Fred?"
Mel' s voice was suddenly strained. "I guess. I don't know." "I, um,
don't remember it, but I did it sometime last night." "Me too." Both
women were silent for several moments. "Oh God! You don't think." Mel
shook her head, not wanting to consider it. "I can't believe it. I mean,
for both of us to. but then I look down, & who'd have guessed both of us
would. you know." "I know. What should we do?" Mel considered Kathy's
question. Usually her friend was the 1 with ideas, the 1 charging off
without explaining her idea. "Well. we could go to the club. ask if
anyone saw anything?" "That's a start," Kathy agreed, "Though I'm kind
of scared what we might learn." "Better to know," Melissa said, trying
to convince herself as much as her friend. "Oh, I also had a receipt in
my purse from Fine Line Tattoo. There' s an address for the place in the
phone book. It's downtown." "You're kidding?! That's a long way from the
club; there have to be closer places to get. what we got." "I know. &
you wouldn't believe how expensive it was. $200!" "Wow," Melissa
wondered how she'd spent that kind of money. Jeff made good money, & she
taught elementary school to supplement their income, but that was a lot
to spend on. something she hadn't known she wanted. "Tell you what,"
Kathy sounded more in control of herself & the situation, to Melissa' s
relief, "You check the club, see what people know, & I'll check at this
tattoo place. We'll meet for lunch." Melissa agreed, remembering
belatedly the rest of her family was at soccer. She scrawled a note to
her husband that she & Kathy were going 'looking for some things' & to
lunch, grabbed her cell phone & keys, & left. 

As Jeff had claimed, her Camry was cock-eyed in the garage. It was
parked so badly Melissa had a hard time getting onto the drive. The seat
was farther back than usual, & she had to readjust the mirrors as she
left their guarded subdivision and got onto the highway. Remembering
what Kathy had said, she went through her purse, looking for any clues
as to what had happened Friday night. She shook her head angrily-Jeff
had pointed out they usually did their night out during the week, but he
& the boys had gone to a movie & he hadn't been angry; he'd just warned
her to watch out since the crowd on weekends could be a little rowdier.
She thrust the thoughts that threatened to follow that line of reasoning
away as she pulled into the little dance club just off of 75th street.
There were a few cars in the lot, even though it was barely after noon.
Before getting out, she completed her search of the car & her purse. She
had a matching receipt to the 1 described by her friend from the tattoo
parlor; barely legible writing noting 'tit/lip special' and something
she couldn't decipher. It worried her that after the word 'special' was
a word that looked suspiciously like 'permanent,' whatever that meant. 

There was also a receipt from a bar she vaguely remembered as being
downtown. The amount was not so impressive that she would've thought
she'd be blind drunk. She resolved to visit the strange bar if she found
nothing else-it was on the way to her lunch date on the Plaza. Inside
the bar was more brightly lit than she remembered. She didn't recognize
the young men working behind the bar, though 1 eyed her for a moment &
nudged his buddy. She blushed, wondering why they were staring, &
hurried beyond the bar to the dance floor & booths at the back, looking
for someone she knew. She saw Erica, a week night waitress filling
napkin dispensers, & after exchanging a somewhat awkward greeting,
Melissa haltingly explained that she & Kathy couldn't remember all that
they'd done the night before & were hoping to find some answers. Erica
laughed that she'd been 'at other bars' the night before, but told
Melissa to wait, & walked over to the guys behind the bar. Melissa
watched as Erica spoke, & felt a wave or relief when 1 of the 2 nodded.
The other said something to Erica, then, & the waitress shook her head,
talking for another moment, & indicating a height with her hand, Melissa
guessed she was describing Kathy. Again the 1st man nodded, while the
second shrugged but agreed. Erica turned, a strange expression on her
face. She hurried back & motioned for Melissa to sit in the booth she'd
been working. 

"Steve & Greg worked the bar last night. They say you & your friend were
in about 9." "That'd be about right," Melissa nodded, "What's wrong?"
the waitress' expression was increasingly worrisome. "Well, I told them
I think they're thinking of different women, 'cause I know you're both
married & just come to unwind." Melissa nodded, "But they insist you had
a drink with a guy they'd never seen before, & shortly all 3 of you
left. Greg thinks it wasn't even 10, yet." Melissa nodded, trying not to
show any emotion. She waited, hiding her hands beneath the table so
Erica wouldn't see they were shaking. "That's not all they said, is it?"
Erica blushed, but shook her head, "No. They said you 2 were hanging all
over this guy. They figured he was about to get doubly lucky." "They'd
never seen him before?" "Nope. He paid cash, tipped all right but not
great," she smiled, "In fact, they said the only reason they noticed was
that he was black, & was leaving with the 2 best looking women in the
place." Something in Melissa's expression must have concerned the
younger woman, because she reached across the table, "Is something
wrong?" Melissa managed to shake her head, mumbling her thanks, &
telling Erica they'd remember her help the next time they were in. The
sprightly girl smiled, "Don't worry, you 2 are some of my best
customers." Melissa tried to smile in reply as she stood. She managed
not to look at the bartenders, who were still watching her, as she
hurried outside & to her car. Seated behind the wheel, she sat shaking
for several moments, amazed at what she'd heard-she & Kathy had left the
bar with a black man? It was surreal. She started to dial Kathy's cell
phone, but stopped, resolved to check out the 2nd bar to which she'd
found the receipt. Digging it out of her purse, she threw some
trash-used Kleenex, empty gum wrappers, & a crinkled black plastic
wrapper-to the ground. There was more than a receipt, she realized;
there was a matchbook with the address. She breathed a sigh of relief
that nothing was written inside as she pulled onto 75th street and
headed toward I35. 

The Edge was a techno club, the latest incarnation in a string of glitzy
but short-lived themes. The success of the club Melissa had heard
depended on its 'varied' clientele, a polite way of calling it a gay
bar. So she wasn 't surprised to see both men & women watching her as
she entered the place, which even in the afternoon was dark, with black
lights & dim neon lights hanging from the ceiling in chaotic arrays. She
approached the bar, where a bearded man was wiping glasses & hanging
them on the overhead rack in preparation for the night's customers. He
looked at her once, then more steadily, holding a glass in his hand. "I
thought I told you I didn't want to see you in here, again." "I'm sorry,
I don't understand." "Look, lady. You're a knock out & so was your
friend, & I know we have a lot of interesting people around here, but
you can't behave like you did last night. I coulda got closed down, &
you 2 shoulda got arrested." "I'm sorry," Melissa stammered again,
blushing fiercely, "I'm just. My friend & I? We don 't know exactly what
happened last night. I was hoping you could." The man shook his head, "I
shoulda known. Tried something new, last night? Booze ain 't enough to
get you up? You waltzed in with this big black guy, had a couple drinks,
& flirted with the bartenders & waitresses, both. That's cool. We expect
that. I don't even mind when you get up on the tables to dance if you're
good, like you 2 were. But I can't have you flashing your tits in here.
& I certainly can't tolerate public sex acts." "Public." "Yes, that's
what I call blowing the guy at the edge of the dance floor. I swear,
condom or not, I can't have that going on out here. it's bad enough when
you people use the bathroom for your quickies." His tone softened as he
saw Melissa trembling, "Look, I don't mean there's anything wrong with
what y' all did. you just can't do it in here like that." She nodded
numbly, "The guy didn't put up a fuss & you left without any problem
when we asked. We want you back, just not acting like that." Melissa
nodded, & feebly, managed, "Um, was there anything. unusual about our
flashing people on the tables?" The guy stared at her as if he hadn't
heard. She blushed more deeply, "Were there any weird rings or piercings
or anything?" The guy shook his head, "Honey, if you're that far gone,
you need help. Trust me, this life will eat you alive," he looked
pointedly at her left hand & the wedding band, "Go home. Be with your
family. Don't let this ruin your life." Melissa 's legs felt unsteady as
she returned to her car, wondering what the man meant. When he'd spoken,
she'd wondered if he knew something he wasn't saying, but the reality of
what had happened was so shocking she wasn't thinking clearly at all.
She checked her watch, hoping Kathy would have some answers. 

Lunch at the Classic Cup was subdued. Kathy had her head in her hands
over a cup of coffee when Melissa sat down. Her friend looked up; to
Melissa's surprise, she'd been crying. "What's wrong?" she had a sudden
fear she didn't know the worst of it. Kathy shook her head, waiting
until the intrusive waiter took Melissa's drink order. Kathy didn't look
up as she began to speak, "God, Mel. I don't know where to start. We
were there last night. & we weren't alone. There was a black guy with
us. The man at the shop. Can you believe I let a strange man do. this to
my pussy." She glanced around self-consciously; tables at the Cup were
close, but no one was seated nearby. "He said. He told me we'd come in
asking for 'matching work.' The guy was suggesting we get clit rings,
but when he mentioned they had a sale on 'tits & lips' doing a nipple &
labia ring, the guy told us that sounded good & we agreed. He showed me
where we signed. No waver or nothing; it's our names, all right." "Oh,
God," Melissa mumbled, aware that her friend was corroborating what
she'd learned. "That's not all," Kathy took a deep breath, "We said we
wanted 'permanent closures'." "What?" "Permanent closures. Had you
noticed the clear stuff on the thick part of the rings?" Melissa nodded.
"That's epoxy. like Super Glue. It fused the ring so it can only be cut
off." She looked around again, & shivered, "But we also made a down
payment for tattoos. The man said we 'hadn't decided yet' & the guy we
were with told him we'd be back another time. I told him neither of us
remembered a thing, & he just shrugged & said we'd 'seemed all right to
him.' The pig. He laughed that 'our lover' wanted us to get the
piercings on opposite sides so he could 'tell us apart in the dark.' He
said the guy wanted to be sure we'd still be able to fuck that night, &
went so far as to tell me that based on what was leaking out of us, he'd
bet we'd already been a round or 2." There was a mix of humiliation &
defiance in her expression when she looked up at Melissa. "I asked him
how he wasn't surprised that we didn't remember what had happened, & he
just shrugged & told me that in his line of work, nothing he sees
surprised him anymore, & added that 'at least we'd taken it outside
before we were all over the guy we were with.' Then he told me to come
back whenever we'd decided what we wanted & where." Melissa related what
she'd learned, the mention of oral sex and condoms, though her friend's
words had effectively dashed any hope they'd stayed protected, & the
dancing & exhibitionism. 

The women were silent through much of lunch, each trying to come to
grips with what had happened. How could mothers & devoted wives get in
such trouble for going out for a couple drinks. Melissa tried not to
think about what could happen if her husband learned of what had really
happened. Or her employer. Kathy was in no better position. Her husband
was less tolerant of anything he considered 'liberal' & her job as a
legal secretary would be in as much danger if people thought she behaved
like that routinely. Looking at her friend, Melissa could see how the
bartenders-or any man-might be interested in a tryst. They regularly
turned down offers to dance, as well as outright propositions. Her
friend had the graceful lines of an athlete, standing 5'10" but weighing
only 140#, a willowy figure who still managed enough bust to attract
attention, & whose legs & ass even Melissa found attractive. Melissa was
no less fit-both women played tennis & golf in the summer and swam at
the Y in the winter-though she was shorter, standing only 5'5", weighing
115#. In contrast to her friend's jet black bob & appraising clear grey
eyes, Melissa's blonde hair reached the small of her back, & her bright
green eyes were more guarded. Melissa had the larger chest, though
neither was top-heavy by any standard. Melissa tanned, while her friend
avoided the sun whenever possible, though a dusting of freckles was
faintly visible on her nose. 

Uncharacteristically, each opted for dessert before Melissa returned to
the topic of their activities that day. "I can't believe it. I mean, if
I could at least remember something." Kathy nodded, "But then I tell
myself I don't want to remember. I mean, ignorance is bliss, right? We
aren't sure we did anything." Melissa eyed her friend, "I had dried cum
in my crotch this morning, Kathy. If it wasn't Jeff." she swallowed
suddenly, unable to finish, then took a breath, "God. I don't know what
he'll do when he finds out." "Why should he find out?" Kathy challenged,
"We didn't try to do anything. We certainly didn't enjoy it! Don't
punish yourself." "But I." "You made a mistake. So did I. Just don't let
it happen again," she paused, "But I agree, I wish I knew how it
happened. Did we try something someone gave us? We had to be drugged
somehow, unless it was aliens," she snorted. Melissa nodded, "But that's
rule 1: no drinks from strangers. We never do that!" Kathy nodded, then
shrugged. "So what do we do, now?" Melissa asked her friend. Though
Kathy was only 4 months older (both were 28), she was the decision
maker. "Well, we don't stop our girls' night out." "But." "Look, Mel, if
we stop, we won't get to start again later. & our husbands might get
suspicious if we suddenly stopped after." she glanced down at her blouse
as if she expected the ring to be visible, "This. So we'll go to a
different bar or to the movies or to Barnes & Noble. I don't care, but I
still need some time away from home." Melissa nodded; as usual her
friend was making sense, "Just think of the rings & the tattoo payment
as our reminder not to let our guard down to anyone else." The women
paid the outrageous bill, then spent a blissful afternoon shopping
before returning home to their families & the rest of the weekend. 

Over the rest of the weekend, Melissa was even able to forget sometimes
what had undoubtedly happened. She adapted to the strange sensations of
the jewelry rubbing against her clothes, though underwear remained a
no-no. The time she did consider the lost night, she was aware of a
nagging suspicion she & Kathy were forgetting something, but could not
place what it was. By mutual agreement, they went to the movies the next
week, then sat in a coffee shop relating the week's trials. A month
passed without any apparent problem. They stayed away from the bars,
shopping or eating out or seeing 'chick flicks.' Both women visited
their gynecologist to be sure there was no problem that could be
transmitted to their husbands, & were relieved when there was none. 

Part II 

The man moved easily through the crowd, attracting no undue attention.
He was a partier among partiers to anyone observing. Bigger than most,
certainly, but even that he minimized, hunching slightly, 'thinking'
small as it was. He kept a fresh Ginger Ale in hand at all times, sizing
up the crowd, looking for his opportunities. Or to follow up on past
successes, as he had been waiting to do for more than a month. Tom was a
recruiter of sorts. He found dancers for the clubs downtown, & even for
out of state-and occasionally out of country-clients. For nearly 15y
he'd been finding willing young women to go on stage & expose themselves
for dollar tips, but in the last 5y he'd developed a more specialized,
if unadvertised, service. He was a man who could 'get' a woman for a
buyer. Simply provide the desired traits, & he would search them out. &
willingness to participate was completely optional, thanks to his little
friends. He had used the 'roofies' increasingly, 1st to procure
otherwise inaccessible women for his own pleasure, but then, to expand
his business, as well. He smiled. In 2y he'd established a premiere
'escort service' made up predominantly of housewives who had fallen into
his trap. Their behavior was amazingly consistent. After a night with
him, in which he'd make sure they did outrageous things, they invariably
tried to ignore whatever had happened. None ever seemed to consider that
he had their names & addresses, their credit card numbers & house keys &
day planners long enough to make copies; or that he had them long enough
to be sure he could. encourage future cooperation. Of course, he seldom
used the Polaroids anymore, though he never passed up a chance to get
pictures. Cheap airfare had allowed a more convincing manner of
guaranteeing cooperation & turning a profit at the same time. He even
had some of the wives in his stable flying to service out of town
customers. 

He eyed the crowd of this bar, aware that they had come here again, the
1st time since he'd picked them up. He smiled, remembering that night
with a rare fondness-the women were truly talented, if somewhat
uninspired. He fingered the vial of tablets in his pocket & considered
his options. He could let them have their evening uninterrupted, or. He
stepped forward & caught the bartender's attention, "What's tonight's
special?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Blue Hawaii," the
bartender answered. Tom nodded & held up 2 fingers & a $10 spot. A
minute later, he sauntered to the table where his women-he already
thought of them that way-were sitting, nearly empty pina coladas on the
table. 

"Hello, ladies," he'd pinched a tray from the server's station, &
uncovered a pin approximating that worn by the waiters & waitresses,
taking only enough time to add a healthy dose of crushed Rohypnol to
each. "The bartender says you're regulars," he continued his spiel, "&
this is tonight's special drink, the Blue Hawaii. Compliments of the
bar," he waved in the direction of the bar, having waited until the
bartender was turned away with another customer." "That's OK," the
brunette began, but he waved her off, "Seriously, please. The folks who
ordered this left, & I can't drink them," he forced a smile, ready to go
to plan B if there was a problem. the pictures were tucked in his
jacket-2 envelopes with their names, addresses, & other pertinent
information hand written on the outside. 

Instead, the blonde shrugged, taking 1 of the drinks from the tray. Her
friend-Kathy-followed, & nodding his thanks, Tom turned, ostensibly to
return to the bar. He took his time circling the central drink station,
ditching the tray & hiding his nametag in the process. From the opposite
side, he watched as the ladies sipped at their drinks. This was the
risky part-if another man hit on them after the drug was working, but
before he could get there, they might give someone else a freebie. He
waited, willing himself to be patient & the women to finish their
drinks. The brunette was 1st, & Tom took the opportunity to swing by,
again posing as a waiter-the lack of a nametag shouldn't worry either
woman any longer. The 1st time, he' d simply followed their waitress,
adding the drug to their drinks when she paused to serve another group
in the close confines of the booths. It had been a matter of waiting the
right amount of time, then taking control of the helpless women. He
smiled, remembering how much fun the evening had been, & anticipating
more such enjoyment. When he leaned over the table & said, "Want another
Blue Hawaii?" the brunette paused for a moment, as if she was having
difficulty understanding the question, which hadn't really been a
question. She nodded slowly, & he smiled & turned away, hurrying to the
bar, where he purchased 3 more drinks, dosing each as he circled the
bar-avoiding the real wait staff. Lastly, he popped 2 of the Romazicon
tabs-an 'antidote' of sorts for the Rohypnol. There wasn't so much he'd
get loopy in the drink, but he wanted to remain clear headed, & he had
to get the ladies high enough to obey him. 

Instead of leaving their drinks at the table as he'd done before, Tom
sat down beside the blonde & slid the drinks in front of each before
leaning back to look at them. "Damn, but you 2 are something," he said
appreciatively. The blonde leaned away from him slightly, "Look, thanks,
but we don't take drinks from other people," the blonde's words slurred
slightly, as if she'd had a few drinks. Tom knew better; some people
were extremely susceptible to the drug. He shrugged, "What? You think I
drugged these or something? Here," he took a healthy drink from each
glass then sat back, "Besides, you already had a drink I bought you,
remember?" Panic sparked behind the blonde's eyes, before he went on,
leading her off track, "I was your 'waiter' a minute ago? I figured that
would at least earn me time to sit here for a minute or 2." The brunette
eyed him warily but did not speak. "Look, I saw you 2 in here the other
day. maybe a month ago. You didn't have a problem leaving with a black
guy that night." he dangled the bait, wondering how they would react.
The women looked at each other, before the brunette said, "You saw us
with another black guy?" "Sure did. I remember thinking what a lucky guy
he was," Tom took a drink of the Blue Hawaii in front of him, willing
the women to do the same. The blonde seemed terribly thirsty, suddenly.
Her friend considered it for a moment. "You know him? The guy we were
with?" "Not specifically. I mean, he hangs on the club scene; I'd heard
he deals in crank & some of the other illicit pharmaceuticals, but I
don't go for that stuff, man." "Would you recognize him if you saw him?"
"You kidding? What's wrong, he stiff you or something?" 

The brunette didn't answer, instead taking a healthy drink. He watched,
trying to gauge their reactions, then looked around, "He's been here off
& on the last couple weeks. He'll swing through, like he's looking for
someone, then he leaves. I dunno," he shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to
pay you back if he owes you money." Neither woman spoke, but they didn't
tell him to leave, either. Tom nursed his drink, pretending to swallow
any time the women were drinking. Soon their glasses were empty, & he
insisted on sharing his with them. By that time, neither woman was
saying much, spending their time staring blankly ahead of them for
increasing stretches. He smiled inwardly, then said, "Hey, I think he's
been hanging out at that place downtown, the Edge, a lot. I'll take you
there." As he spoke, he caught the blonde gently by the arm, lifting her
out of her seat. She didn't protest, but let him guide her out of the
booth, the brunette following behind. He checked to be sure the
bartender was otherwise occupied, then headed to the shadowed aisle at
the edge of the club, staying out of sight until they were outside.
"Where's your car?" the brunette pointed at a late model Jeep Grand
Cherokee. He asked for the keys, which were offered without question,
then had them climb in & donning well-worn leather driving gloves, he
got in behind the wheel, adjusted the seat & mirrors to his liking, &
got on the highway, heading downtown. He turned off going not toward the
Edge, but North to the Municipal Airport, the change triggering no
protest from the passive women. 

There was non-stop service from a small carrier to Las Vegas, & he had
plans for his latest mares. With his quiet prompting each woman called
home, leaving a message-it was good that their families were out, making
it easier to avoid discussions-that Melissa had won a weekend getaway
for two for that weekend only, & so they were flying out, & promising to
let the husbands have a similar weekend soon. After that, it was a
simple matter to get them aboard the small business jet. On board were a
few of Tom's friends & customers. Each had paid handsomely to help in
assuring the housewives would soon be his willing, if not eager, whores.
He carefully plied them with spiked drinks, keeping the level of drugs
high enough in their system that they were docile & obedient. When he
told them to strip after take-off, they did so without hesitation. He
already had the camcorder rolling, being careful not to let any of the
men's faces be seen. The women were soon standing naked in the narrow
aisle, & he had them turn, getting nice close-ups of each woman in all
her glory. A moment later, he had both women masturbating in adjacent
aisle seats. As he had noted was often the case, the women seemed less
drugged when being made to pleasure themselves. At his urging off
camera, each woman said for the camcorder, "I want to join the mile high
club," before his friends quickly 'obliged' the drugged women, bending
them over the seat arms & fucking them hard & fast, doggie style. 

The women moaned & groaned at the urging of the men taking them-it
didn't have to be Tom giving the orders-begging for more when the 1st
men had cum deep in their cunts, & seemingly welcoming the in flight
gang bang that followed. When every man had enjoyed each of the women
once, he recorded a nice bit where they lay in the aisle, eating each
other clean. Then, shortly before they began the descent into Vegas, he
had the tattoo artist go to work. The man had demanded Tom pay for the
portable equipment when Tom had approached him with his 'business
proposal,' but it had been well worth it. The guy got a 'free ride' on
these flights, but he provided advance notice if the women Tom
'recruited' were searching for him, as these had, & his work really was
1st class. Tom prepped each woman, who then sauntered to the tiny
'studio' set up at the back of the plane, & casually asked if the artist
would trade them a tattoo for a pussy fuck. When the artist said, "Sure,
what do you want?" the women giggled-as Tom had told them to do-then
said, "This," Kathy offering the page Tom had given her. It was a
bastardized version of the mouse, Jerry, from Tom & Jerry, with 1 hand
holding an oversized erect cock. All of his 'girls' had that tattoo
somewhere-he'd let the women choose, as addled as they remained. Often,
his soon to be whores would just settle back in the chair, ready for the
agreed upon fuck, & letting the tat be placed down by their pubes. The
occasional, especially willful woman chose an ankle or back or breast,
but both of his new recruits obediently reclined in the provided seats,
letting the artist choose where to ink them, then ball them. Tom always
enjoyed the fact that the camera showed him carefully donning latex
gloves to prevent infection while doing the skin work, after which he'd
strip the gloves off with a snap, drop his zipper, & plunge his naked
cock into their exposed pussy, sans any sort of protection. He'd just
finished banging the petite blonde when the wheels hit the tarmac,
signaling their landing. The men smiled & talked among 1 another, aware
that they'd get similar treatment, but from more responsive women, on
the ride home. For the next day, they were free to enjoy the sites of
the City that Never Sleeps. Tom's 1 rule-to protect his investment-was
that the men working to help him break his new whores in not fool around
on the side; the last thing he needed was to get any of his women
infected with some STD. That had been difficult at 1st, since there
weren't many women, but with almost 45 women working for him directly, &
another 2 dozen he'd 'recruited' working for similar outfits, the men
had no end of available pussy. He told the women to get dressed,
noticing that neither wore any panties, & aware that it was likely
because of the labia rings, with which he'd begun their indoctrination.
They obediently downed another glass of spiked champagne before he led
them down the stairs to a waiting limo, which whisked them into the
city, & a prepared suite. Once there, he again had them strip, then
fucked each of them in their pussy & ass, making sure to leave a load in
each of them before collecting their things. He gave each another drink,
more heavily spiked, which put them out completely, then spent some time
quick-dubbing the tape with his camcorder, leaving the rough copy & a
note on the television cabinet. He'd stop by the next morning, or almost
morning. they had a full day ahead of them. 

Part III 

Melissa rolled to her side, groaning as dim awareness surfaced. The room
was completely dark. She shifted, trying to find a comfortable spot on
the hard mattress beneath her. Something was wrong, though she was not
sure exactly what. She blinked, looked at the red numbers of the alarm
clock: 4AM. Her husband was pressed against her right side. That was
strange-he usually lay to her left. She was trying to figure why she was
seeing red & not blue clock numbers, when she put a questioning hand
against Jeff's back, & found none of the hair she expected. That
quickly, Melissa was completely awake. She sat up, pushing the covers
down. Even in the dark, it was obvious it was not her bedroom. Panic
clutched at her throat. She looked beside her, almost against her will,
& relaxed fractionally when she realized it was Kathy snoring quietly
beside her. Her friend was naked from the waist up, & Melissa realized
with no small embarrassment she was totally naked. A fragment of memory
from the last time she'd awoken so disoriented made her reach to her
crotch & right breast, fearful of what she would find. no new rings were
in evidence. Pushing at Kathy's shoulder, she reached blindly for the
bed stand lamp & turned it on. She reached belatedly for the covers to
hide herself, but the room was empty. Kathy groaned, rolling to her
back, still unaware of anything as Melissa ran to the windows & looked
out, trying to ignore the now familiar fullness between her legs. 

It wasn't the squalor of a 'cheater's motel' she already knew, based on
the quality of the furnishing. A brightly lit city stretched out far
below her-not Kansas City. Her breath caught, as she tried to guess
where she was. She saw familiar names of 'the Strip' & knew, but
couldn't imagine how. "Melissa?" Kathy was starting to figure something
was wrong. She sat up as well, & Melissa gasped as she looked back at
her friend. "What's... Oh, God," Kathy answered, staring at Melissa in
equal shock, then down at her own naked body. Melissa eyed her own
torso, a sob escaping her throat as she saw the lewd teddy bear... no,
mouse marring her pubes. She wiped at it, wishing it were painted on,
but knowing better. 

"Oh, God," Melissa asked, searching her friend's face for answers,
"What's happened to us?" "I don't know," Kathy answered, an audible
quake in her voice. She glanced around, stepping to the clothes cabinet
& pulling on a robe. She threw the 2nd to Melissa, who said, "What about
our clothes?" The women searched the suite, finding none of their
clothes, & worse, their purses were missing. Kathy saw the videotape
first. Melissa had tried the phone, but could not learn who was paying
for the room in which they stayed-hotel policy the clerk claimed. Kathy
got her friend's attention, then slid the tape into the player with
shaking hands. 

The tape hissed to life, showing no fewer than 7 men in what they
realized belatedly was a small jet. The camera passed over them
initially at chest height, showing everyone was clothed. The screen went
dark, & a moment later, showed them stripping, then showing themselves
off to the camera & the strange men. Kathy gasped when the tape jumped
again, showing her masturbating feverishly, the sounds of her moans
caught on camera. She didn't realize that she didn't yet have the
tattoo. Melissa pointed that out softly as the frame shifted to show her
matching performance on the opposite side of the aisle. The frame
shifted again, & the women heard themselves asking to join the mile high
club, after which there began an endless session during which 1 man
after another fucked their apparently willing bodies. As she saw the 1st
man to take her-a heavy set black with a thick, strangely bent
penis-stiffen, thrusting into her fully & saying, "Ahhh, take my load,
slut. Tell me how much you like it," after which her own voice answered,
"I like it. Give it to me," Melissa stood stiffly & hurried into the
shower, where Kathy joined her a moment later. The women were relieved
that the showerhead was detachable, & douched as best as they could,
paying no attention to the fact that they were doing such intimate
activities together. Long after the hot water had run out, they exited
the oversized stall, & after drying off sat together on the couch in the
main room in front of the TV. 

"We have to know," Melissa said quietly after a time. It scared her how
quiet Kathy was. Her friend nodded stiffly, then picked up the remote.
As they watched the seemingly endless tape, each had to stop repeatedly
at 1st, but by the end, they were fast forwarding through the
intolerable sections rather than breaking down in tears. Again, neither
had any memory of what had happened, but the images were more than
plain. "Jeff would leave me," Melissa took a halting breath, "What
happened to us? Why are we here?" Kathy shook her head helplessly, "I
wish I knew. All I remember is that waiter with the drinks." Melissa
nodded, "We had the special. Blue something." "That's right." Kathy
paused, "Why do I think he wasn't a waiter?" Both women sat in misery,
eyes still glued to the screen. The same disgusting man who'd been 1st
with Melissa was finishing in Kathy, & the brunette nodded, looking to
her friend, "Fred's sort of... prejudiced. 1 look at this & he'd
probably kill me." "What do we do?" Melissa looked to her friend, who
simply shrugged, "I can't just call home: 'Hey honey, I was kidnapped &
gang raped & I don't remember any of it, but now I'm naked in a hotel
suite in Las Vegas with no clothes or money. Oh, & you know those
piercings? You won't believe the souvenir I have now.' He'd have his
lawyer in the kitchen & a restraining order for the kids before he
thought about wiring money for a ticket home." Kathy nodded; her
husband's reaction could only be worse. The screen had gone blank, & the
women sat staring at it for a moment. "What should we do with it?" "Burn
it. There's a copy, of course. We're well & truly screwed," Kathy
brooded for a moment, standing abruptly & walking to the window, "It's
like this is a gilded cage, you know? I would have given anything to be
in a place like this with Fred, but this. this is horrible." Melissa
nodded her agreement, starting when the picture cleared suddenly & a
voice boomed over the TV speaker. 

"Hello, sluts!" is said. The camera was on, but it was the cameraman
speaking, & there was no sound. The picture was of them asleep on the
bed, Melissa's legs spread, a steady trickle of cum running down her
inner thigh. Kathy was on her stomach, & as the camera panned down, the
photographer's cock was pictured, thrust fully into the brunette's ass.
As they watched, he pulled out for an unbelievable time before slipping
free of her pucker, which remained obscenely open, glistening in the
camera's light where his jism coated her bowels. "Now you know why
you're sore there," he began, a smile in his voice as the camera panned
back to Melissa, "& this is mine. You loved it," he added. You've
probably guessed, you've been quite naughty girls in the last 12 hours.
I'd guess you've had more men than either of you had before you were
married." he paused for effect. Melissa shivered-Jeff had been her only
until. She glanced at Kathy, who nodded & held up 3 fingers. The voice
continued, "I bet you're wondering how you got here? I'd tell you, but
then you'd be tempted to use this tape in a way I don't want it used, so
when you're ready to talk, just dial 1578 & ask for Tom-that's why
little Jerry is there by your nice little pussies, so you remember who I
am. I'll stop by. I wouldn't try to leave if I were you. there are
better copies of the tape, as well as some pictures," the camera panned
to the bed beside Melissa's naked flesh & a black hand held several
Polaroids down so they could see images of each woman sucking & fucking
the same gigantic erection, sans condom, in Melissa's car. "So if you
try to get home without money & wearing hotel issue robes, you'll still
have some explaining to do. I especially like what you say on the video,
though. that can't be faked, can it?" The screen went to static, & Kathy
walked back over, turning the tape off with a vicious jab. "That
arrogant fuck! Thinks he can do this to us." The tirade died as she
realized how badly off they were. Melissa was sobbing on the couch, &
after another moment, Kathy went to comfort her friend. 

When Melissa had regained some control, Kathy stood & moved to the
telephone, paging through the binder lying beside the phone. When she
picked up, Melissa gasped, "What are you?" but Kathy held up a finger,
then calmly asked for soft drinks, bottled water, Caesar salads, and two
of the tremendously expensive entrees. She hung up & smiled, "The least
we can do is enojoy the amenities before we see what the prick wants."
Melissa couldn' t hide her smile, though she wondered if they would pay
in the end for the defiance. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Kathy
nodded, then shrugged, "But who knows, maybe he wants industrial secrets
from our husbands or something." both women laughed, "Let's just wait &
see what he says." 

Part IV 

Dwayne had expected the call to be later, & wondered how or why the
women had gotten up when they had. He'd placed a 6AM wake-up call, & the
ringing of his own phone at just that time had confused him for a
moment. Instead, an angry but subdued female voice had said, "We're
ready," & had hung up. Nothing more. He'd gotten up, checked that he'd
left nothing to identify him in the room, then left, turning & walking
away from the elevators toward the far suite, where his new 'girls' had
been installed. One of the perks of his job was comp time at several of
the casinos, which aided in his 'recruiting efforts.' Vegas might be
advertising itself as a family vacation spot, but there were still the
vices that had 1st brought Capone & his cronies around. Dwayne made
himself valuable to members of the mafia, the yakuza, the Russians,
Czechs, Poles, Columbians, & increasingly, Arabs, who while not crime
families, held women in different regard than the people in Europe &
North America. He didn't bother knocking, but let himself in with the
keycard, stepping into the room as if he owned it, which was the case.
The women were sitting on the couch, talking quietly to each other.
Dwayne often found his women thought they were being constantly watched,
which would have been impossible in a suite occasionally used by
Royalty, but the illusion was a handy one. He stopped, selecting a
bottle of Jack Daniels from the servi-bar before sitting opposite them.
He casually threw a boot up onto his knee & took a hit of the Jack,
waiting for the women to speak. 

"What are we doing here?" the brunette flipped her hair angrily, though
the effect was comical as she sat in the hotel robe. "You're my guests,
of course. Well, that's not exactly true. Let's say you're now my
employees. You provide a service, & I provide you with clothes, money,
exotic vacation spots, & anonymity." The blonde shuddered, clearly
trying to suppress a sob. The brunette patted her friend's knee &
considered for a moment. "Our husbands will be looking for us?" "Is that
all you're worried about?" he smiled, "I forgot to include it on the
tape. You each made a nice phone call to the machine that you'd won a
weekend getaway to Las Vegas. This morning a courier will provide the
details, though I'm afraid you won't be able to get any direct calls. If
things go well, you can call them this evening." "What do you mean, go
well," she countered, then added, "How did you get us here?" He smiled,
"Ah, that's the question, isn't it?" He settled in his chair, "What do
you remember?" "Nothing," Melissa murmured, staring at the blank TV
screen. "Of course," he nodded, "But this isn't the 1st time." Neither
woman answered. "I know about that time, too. I was there when you got
those lovely matching piercings. All my girls have them." Melissa went
stiff at that, & Kathy's eyes blazed. "You were the 1." "Yes. I took you
out on the town. You 2 were quite the hit, too. I had all sorts of
offers & propositions. Of course, I thought it was only fair to have you
show yourselves off to your admirers, & you were quite willing to do so.
You even performed a wonderful public fellatio exhibition, sharing me in
a display none who were there will forget." Both women flushed as he
continued, "But I realized there was something missing-there was no
glitter when you'd shown your nice titties to the crowd. So we went to
fix that. You were quite the hit there, as well, I assure you." "That
pig. fucked us?" Kathy was clearly horrified. "Of course. But that was
tonight. No, I was the only one to have you that night. 1st with a
condom in the bar, then without-once each-outside the bar before we went
to the tattoo parlor, & then a 2nd time each afterward, christening the
new jewelry, if you will. I drove you home, then got out on Melissa's
street, telling her to be careful getting home." He smiled, "I'm sorry
you don't remember our fucking. You enjoyed it, I assure you." "&
tonight. It is still tonight?" "Oh yes, Saturday morning to be exact. I
waited & waited for you 2 to return on a Friday night." that was a
lie-he'd followed them frequently in the intervening weeks, but it
didn't hurt to withhold some things, "So I could reacquaint myself with
your many charms. I happened to know of a jaunt to Vegas, & you were
more than willing to go, even when I mentioned that the price was. shall
we say, 'servicing' the guests in flight, & doing a few tricks while you
were out here." "I don't believe you." "You have no reason to believe
me, I agree. Though I suspect seeing that tape the police would agree
with me. But I'll tell you what really happened," he paused, as both
women looked at him, "I drugged you. Have you heard of Rohypnol?
Roofies? It's a sedative, like Valium, except that those who are using
it can move or speak... act as if they're not asleep. & users are more
susceptible to suggestion. It made it child's play to do whatever I
wanted to do with you, & of course, I couldn't do that without leaving
your husbands some clues. But since they've shown they can handle the
unknown, it's time to get you situated in my stable." Another lie-he'd
have used them regardless of what their husbands did, but they needn't
know that. Kathy leaned back at the word 'stable.' "Ah, I guess you're
familiar with that term. You're right. I sell women's bodies for men to
use. & sometimes for women to use. I provide women for strip clubs,
bachelor parties, porn shoots, weekend 'escort' service. I even have a
select clientele looking for just the right women to make their rich,
pampered wives, but then you're already married, so that's not a
possibility." Another lie, most of those he sold to the Arabs left a
puzzled husband behind. 

"So you expect us to work for you? As whores?" "Whores. such a nasty
word. I consider you call girls. I call, you're my girls. or whoever's I
tell you to be. Consider the alternative. I imagine your husbands
wouldn't understand when they heard you asking total strangers to fuck
you. or when you trade a fuck for a tattoo. Imagine what the school
board would think, Melissa, or the fine people at Hammonds, Hammonds, &
Bach, Kathy? Your lives would be ruined." He shifted legs, "But on the
other hand, you do what I ask. I don't impose that often. & you'll get
extra money, experiences few women enjoy. & you may truly find you enjoy
it. those orgasms weren't chemically induced. Science can't do that,
yet." The women blushed appropriately, once again. "For now," he
continued, "Consider this your probationary period. I don't want you
trying to run to the police or your husbands. I assure you either would
lead to your humiliation, which I want to avoid. So I have your clothes
& your other things. After you've done your work for me, you'll get
those things back, along with the return ticket for the plane leaving
tonight. You could be home in bed by 3AM, & even catch a show tonight
before you leave." "What work?" Melissa asked, clearly knowing the
answer. Dwayne shrugged, "I know a couple high rollers who are at this
hotel. They asked for attractive white ladies to spend some time with. I
imagine they'll want to fuck you. The ground rules are simple: They can
do nothing that hurts you or scars you. They must wear a condom for any
penetration, but you cannot refuse any activity, or the other rules are
null & void, as well. They'll probably visit in about an hour, after
they hit the breakfast buffet. 

Then you have some time to yourselves. About noon, the magician working
here will visit. Again, you're both to provide whatever he asks, & he'll
obey the rules. After he leaves, you'll get a visit from me, just to
make sure you've each enjoyed yourselves, before you attend the show of
your choice, & get on board the ride home." "Where we'll be expected to
service your friends," Melissa finished. He eyed her, "Yes, but then,
you've already been with them, haven't you?" She blushed, "They didn't.
didn't use condoms." "No. & neither did I. I have the morning after pill
for each of you, but after this, you'll be responsible for how you keep
yourself barren. You'll find that my friends & I use you as God
intended-no barrier at all. They're clean, I make sure. Trust me, you'll
find it's not that bad. The magician usually cums inside of 10 minutes,
then spends the rest of his time tying you up & examining ways to
escape. The high rollers. well, let's say they are intent on pleasing
the ladies, & I want you to be happy. I'll use you if you aren't, but I
think you'll find the sex is enjoyable, & since there are no strings
attached, it's liberating." He didn't believe that, but saying it didn't
hurt. Kathy shook her head, "We're your... mares indefinitely?"
"Bitches, actually. The group is called a stable, & I'll hire you out to
studs, but you're not a mare. You're a bitch. Sorry. What did you have
in mind? I have almost 3 hours of footage here you wouldn't want anyone
to see, plus the Polaroids, plus the charges for your meal & stay here.
Even the trip back doesn't erase all of that debt." "Then what?" Kathy
challenged, "How long?" "So you want a duration? I mean, I could keep
you for just a week, but if I turned you out for a gang bang video you'd
have more cock in 1 day than you'd otherwise have in a year. I prefer to
work on a quota system. You do everything-everyone-I tell you without
complaint, & after 10 tricks, a picture goes away, or 6 minutes of film.
I figure that's about 40 things to balance. You do 400 tricks for me;
then you'll start to build credit- earn real money. It's good money,
trust me. I have 2 girls who left their husbands & work for me full
time, living better than they did before." That was true, but both
husbands had been total losers, "You do what I ask, & I take care of
you. No one finds out what you do." "Unless we're arrested, or meet
someone who knows our husbands," Kathy interjected bitterly. "Oh, no, we
screen for that, & since you won't be standing on street corners, the
police issue isn't a concern." Yet another lie, but plausible. 

The women looked at one another, & he let them think about it before
dropping the last bomb, "It's up to you 2. But if you refuse, I
guarantee your husbands will find out before you can arrange airfare
back, & you'll have to settle this," he looked around the room, "$1200,"
then glanced at the serving cart, "Maybe $1400 bill, as well." "But
these count toward the 400?" Kathy seemed to be getting in line with his
expectations. He nodded, "Not my friends, of course-you've already had
them. But those you'll see here in the room? Tell you what. I'll even
count myself as a John today." "& it's 400 between us?" Melissa looked
at him hopefully. He smiled, sure that she was used to getting whatever
she wanted with those batting eyelashes. "Oh no, honey," he shook his
head, "That's 400 each." "What happens when we get back?" Kathy asked.
He shrugged, "Nothing. I just call periodicaly, when I have something I
need you to do. I understand sometimes you can't do a job because of
scheduling, but if you refuse more than twice in a row, I add 5 to what
you owe. I think that's fair. Besides, you 2 have it worked out so that
at least 1 day a week you can each turn a trick without your husbands
knowing anything is going on. Just doing that, you could be done working
if you want in 2 years." Melissa was shaking visibly as Kathy hung her
head, "I guess we don't have any choice." "Oh, you have other choices,
but they're bad ones. Say you stay here on your own... you'll be
stripping & tricking within a week, & not with someone as nice as me
watching out for you. Try to go home & you'll find your friends consider
you horrible sluts. You're mine, girls. But at least I want you to enjoy
yourselves, & I'll look out for you." He stood, "I guess that's about
it. I'd better go so you 2 can get ready." Melissa choked, "Wait!" made
him turn around. She was crying openly, tears staining her pretty face.
"W-what if I can't. do this?" He reached into his pocket, & withdrew 2
bottles taped together, "I have these if you think you'll need them," he
began, taking 1 of each tablets, "1 is valium. it'll help you relax & go
with the flow," he held up the other, "Take this just before you start
to fuck, & you'll find you enjoy it more." Kathy refused to take the
offered tablets, but after a moment, Melissa held out her hand. He
poured 3 more of each onto the counter, "Enough for both jobs, & for
you, Kat, if you change your mind." Kathy's head snapped up at his name
for her. He smiled, "I have to have pet names for all my girls. Which
reminds me, if you get a call from Tom at the office," he looked at
Kathy, "Or from Thomas at school, I expect you to take the call. Saying
you're not home in hopes of avoiding me will bring penalties." He eyed
each, then left, whistling as he closed the door behind him. 

Part V 

Kathy paced the room, trying to ignore Melissa huddled, quaking form as
she looked for any way out of their predicament. She'd considered hiring
real call girls to do the work for them, but that would not work for Tom
or the flight back. She shuddered herself, at the thought of the flight
back. She'd been with other men before her husband, & didn't think a 1
on 1 situation would be impossible to accept-they'd be using condoms,
after all-but a group. the images of herself on tape were enough that
she eyed the pills still sitting on the counter. Melissa hadn't said a
word after Tom had left. She'd rocked for awhile, then was totally
still, except for the crying. Kathy suspected that if her friend wasn't
cleaned up when the men arrived, they'd both see what sort of punishment
Tom could dole out. She took a glass of juice from the breakfast tray &
went to her friend, "Her, hon'. Take this. You have to get yourself
together." "Or what." Melissa sniffed. "Or it could get worse." Melissa
looked up & blinked, "How could it get worse?" Kathy sighed, "Look.
We've already fucked him. or at least, he's fucked us. & all those other
guys. This isn't a problem. these guys have to use condoms. But if we
don't do what he wants." Kathy let the statement hang. Melissa took the
1st of the tablets Tom had left, & within a few minutes, had calmed
considerably. So much so, that when there was a knock at the door, she
got up to answer it instead of Kathy, who was suddenly unsure she could
do what was expected. 

When Melissa opened the door, she gave a small squeak, & looking up,
Kathy could see why. Neither of the men standing in the doorway was less
than 6' in height. 1 was significantly overweight, while the other had
acne scars & the look of a used car salesman. The heavy man was
Hispanic, the other man white, but maybe pushing 60. Both men eyed the
women in their borrowed robes, then smiled as they entered the room. 

"Thomas tells me we get to enjoy a remarkable 1st, tonight, ladies.
you're 1st extra-marital sex for pay," the older man smiled, as if he
expected them to join in. Kathy eyed the pills, suddenly wishing she'd
taken hers. The Hispanic man lumbered in behind his friend, who was
already holding Melissa's hands up, openly appraising her body. As she
watched, he reached down with 1 hand, opening her friend's robe before
the door behind him was fully closed. Melissa stood there, letting him
do what he wanted. The Hispanic man lumbered toward her, smiling, "Let's
see what we have," he rumbled, reaching for the knot on her robe while
still 3' away. Trying to avoid his touch for as long as possible, Kathy
reached down, releasing her robe for him. He smiled more broadly, "So
willing, eh, Stephen?" "Oh yes," she heard the other man answer, "I
think these 2 will do wonders for Thomas' stable. I may ask for them by
name." 'Her' John had closed sufficiently to open her robe, & Kathy
managed to look at him as he eyed her naked body, "Such a waste, these
tattoos, but the rings," he smiled, showing bad teeth, complete with a
gold cap on a front upper incisor, "I like these, no?" He reached up,
flipping the ring on Kathy's right nipple up, then rubbing the
semi-erect nubbin. Kathy gasped, eyes closing as she let herself be
touched by a total stranger. He turned, after a moment, bending to lick
& suck at her nipple as his hand moved to tease the ring in her labia
before moving gently over her clit, & despite her wish otherwise, Kathy
felt herself beginning to lubricate. Her head was back, eyes closed,
when the man moved up to kiss her neck, & still more, bringing his mouth
to hers. She tasted cigars & alcohol & let his tongue push into her
mouth as his finger relentlessly worked her budding clitoris. When he
broke the kiss, he slipped his finger down, into her moistening cleft,
hooking the finger up against the front wall of her vagina. It was as if
he knew exactly where to touch her-a place her husband had never found,
that she hadn't known existed, before. Her breath caught, & he chuckled,
aware of her response, "Shall we retire to the bedroom, Stephen?" There
was a pause, then, "I think she's ready for that." She glanced over at
her friend, who was leaning against the wall in the entryway, legs
spread, robe on the floor beneath the man taking her, who was kneeling
between her legs, lapping at her pussy. As they headed toward the
bedroom together, the Hispanic's finger still hooked into Kathy's wet
sex, he skimmed 2 of the pills from the counter, handing 1 to the man he
called Stephen, & the 2nd to Kathy, "Take this, Morena," he intoned,
"You will find it more enjoyable that way." Kathy did as he said
reluctantly, following close as he led the way to 1 side of the
king-sized bed. Tickling that inner spot with his finger, he gruffly
told Kathy to open his pants, while unbuttoning his shirt with his free
hand. Kathy did as he'd ordered, reaching around his girth to push the
pants & straining briefs toward the floor. His erection was modest,
maybe 7", & nearly hid because of the heavy paunch of his abdomen, but
from where she sat on the bed, it was uncovered. "Suck it," he told her,
& she leaned forward, wishing he'd left his fingers inside of her, but
he'd removed it as she pushed his pants to the floor. His hands caught
her head, pulling her firmly against his crotch, then releasing after a
few seconds. She backed off, then pressed forward again, sucking &
swirling her tongue, then stopped suddenly, backing away to gasp,
"Condom." She couldn't believe she'd started to suck him without making
him wear 1. The man sighed, "It was worth the try, no?" He reached to
the drawer of the nightstand, obviously experienced in Tom's
productions, & extracted a black plastic square, "You'll do the honors,
of course, chica?" he intoned. She nodded, taking the package & opening
it. As she moved to roll it onto his erection though, he stopped her,
saying, "Use your mouth." Kathy opened her mouth to protest, but he
motioned with his hand, "Yes, I know. But try." She did, trying to
ignore the latex taste as she put the rolled condom in her mouth. She
arranged it, then brought her mouth to his swollen glans, trying to
unroll the condom with her teeth & lips. She had to back off once,
reversing the condom in her mouth to allow it to unroll, but the 2nd
attempt was successful, if not smooth. "Very good," the Hispanic
praised, pulling her face against his crotch again. After another
moment, Kathy had again found the rhythm & was working at his cock,
hoping to get him off & avoid having him fuck her. As she backed off,
she glanced over, wondering what was happening to Melissa. 

Stephen had stripped as he'd followed the petite blonde into the
bedroom. He stopped, selecting a condom from the drawer by the bed &
rolling it onto his blood-filled shaft, all the while keeping her facing
away from him, toward the bed. He knew she was wet enough for him to
fuck her, but wanted to give the pill she'd taken time to work, & knew
that watching her friend would have an effect, as would not being able
to see him. Naked & sheathed in Trojan's finest, he pressed his body
against hers, delighting in the was she shivered, & reached around to
tease both her rings as he joined her in watching his friend getting
blown. The brunette seemed mesmerized by Paulo's manipulation of her
G-spot, & true to his friend's word, didn't ask for a condom before she
willingly began to suck at his shaft. Stephen sighed; that was $50 he
owed his friend-they bet on everything. The tiny blonde before him
writhed as his finger slipped up her cleft to massage her clit, & sure
that she was ready, he gently pushed her forward at the waist, then
spread her cheeks, exposing her pink seam to his gaze. It glistened with
her juices, the silver glint from the labia ring beckoning him. He set
his cockhead against her parted labia, then slid down through them, over
her clit, smiling as the tiny wife arched her back in response. He
teased her again, then tilted his pelvis, slipping easily into her
velvet tunnel. 

Melissa whimpered softly, & he paused, then pressed forward when she
pushed back at him. Whether it was the high stakes aspect or something
else, he'd never found any sex as enjoyable as taking other mens' wives.
A moment later he was balls deep in the pretty blonde, & began stroking
in & out, reaching around to tease her ringed nipple & to finger her
clit. Within 2 min, Melissa was groaning as she came from the stranger's
shaft fucking into her frothing pussy. She knew it was wrong, knew she
should be resisting, but it felt so good. she wanted more. The word
escaped her throat in a low moan, & in response, Stephen caught hold of
her waist & truly began to pound into her. Kathy had looked over just in
time to see her friend's unconscious submission, & as she watched,
Melissa set her head on the mattress, eye closed, mouth open in obvious
ecstasy. She barely registered that the man using her mouth had pulled
away, & let him guide her up onto the bed, leaving him between her
spread thighs. She gasped, attention returning to him as he set his
swollen cockhead against her sex, rubbing it up & down. The sensation
was electric; more powerful than she remembered when Fred had her. She
bit her lip at that thought, as the stranger slid himself into her. 

She tried not to enjoy it; tried not to compare it to what she received
at home, but by the 2nd stroke, her body was moving, knees dropping
wide, pelvis tilting up to welcome his thrusting cock. She came hard as
her ears heard Melissa gasping that she was cumming as well. Time seemed
to slow. The man fucking her so wonderfully pulled out, laughing as she
tried to pull him back into her. He said something to his friend, who
nodded & pulled out of Melissa, to a similar response. Still anxious to
feel him back inside of her, Kathy watched as the other man spun Melissa
around & pushed her gently onto the bed beside her. Melissa was rubbing
her pussy openly, hips thrusting up against her own fingers, & Kathy
realized absently that she was doing the same thing. The men moved up
between their spread thighs, teasing them with their condom-clad
erections, slapping down against their clits, running them through the
women's flowing pussies until both were begging the men to fuck them.
She watched her lover as he smiled down at her, teasing her
relentlessly. Her entire focus was directed toward her sexual release. 

Rubbing against her buzzing clit, the man above her leaned down & said
something. She opened her mouth to tell him she didn't understand, but
all that escaped was a moan. He smiled, asking again, "Do you want this
inside of you?" She nodded, bucking up at him anxiously. He shook his
head, "No, I don't think you really want it. You're just a whore trying
to get me off so you can go on to your next John." She shook her head,
hands pinching her pierced nipple & rubbing at her pussy, trying to
bring him into her. He pressed against her sex, thwarting the attempt.
"You really want it?" he asked again, smiling at her emphatic nod. "You
need it, don't you? You need to feel my cock inside of you." A tear
appeared at the corner of Kathy's eye, but she nodded emphatically. She
did need it. Then I can take the condom off, can't I," he sawed against
her clit, waiting for her answer. She hesitated, shaking her head
slightly. He nodded, "You don't want me to cum inside of you. I
understand. I won't. I'll pull out. You know you need it. Tell me I can
take it off." She opened her mouth, then closed it, looking down in
embarrassment as she nodded. He smiled more broadly, looking over at
Stephen, who'd already stripped bare & was driving into the petite
blonde with gusto. Her ankles were crossed behind his back, spurring him
into her. 

He smiled-there was no way his friend could pull out, even if he'd
wanted to, but that was 1 of the things Tom had wanted them to do.
Something about teaching them a lesson. Whatever the reason, he didn't
care. He started to thrust into her but paused, still teasing her wet
opening as he held her eyes with his, "You take it off." Her eyes went
wide, but then she reached down, fingers scrabbling over the latex
surface to the rolled edge. She pulled it off quickly, her hand
immediately returning to the root of his cock, pulling him toward her,
into her. He rewarded her by sliding into her fully, pressing in & up,
grinding his pubic bone against her clit. She stiffened beneath him, a
panting whine escaping her lips as she orgasmed instantly. He set a
steady rhythm, fucking in & out in long strokes. 

Melissa could barely think straight. She'd cum more times than she could
count after they'd started, but when he'd moved over her & started to
tease her, she'd thought she might die. He slipped into once, then
again, before holding himself outside & telling her the only way he'd
fuck her was bare. She hadn't understood at 1st, & then he'd told her
what he meant-he wouldn't fuck her with the condom on. She'd tried to
shake her head no, but he'd laughed, running his shaft through her wet
slit without pushing into her, avoiding her best effort to get him
inside of her again, & when he'd asked her again, she'd nodded-anything
to feel him inside of her again. He'd stripped the sheath off, thrusting
into her & driving balls deep, fucking into her hard & fast, quickly
giving her the release she craved. Inside of a few minutes, she'd cum
again, even more powerfully. Without thinking about it, she'd locked her
heels behind his waist & was rising up to meet his every thrust,
reveling in the sensation, & the endless pleasure he was providing. Any
thought of her husband or Kathy was lost to the overwhelming power of
what she was feeling. She was no longer the wife & loving mother being
forced to perform, but an eager sexual creature, craving sensation. 

Then the tempo changed. became disjointed. She was aware of him grunting
& panting over her. Then his body went stiff, & he held himself against
her, buried full in her steaming box. She felt the 1st blast of his
climax as it spattered the inner walls of her pussy. Dimly she knew it
was a mistake-knew he should pull out-but it was too late, & she
couldn't hope to release him in time. Her feet fell to the mattress &
she tried weakly to push him away, even as she admitted the sensation of
his load pulsing into her was bringing her off again, as well. 

The Hispanic John had taken his time fucking Kathy, giving her time to
feel the way his body covered hers, his rolls of fat touching the
mattress on either side, & engulfing her chest. The weight pressing down
on her, locking her in place, was a strange sensation, but she found it
exciting, as if a large tongue was pressed against all of her at once.
She tried not to lose track of what was really happening-that she'd been
forced to have sex against her will-but that became clouded as she came
again & again. She heard Melissa panting & moaning beside her, knew she
was experiencing the same undeniable pleasure, which eased the guilt
that lurked at the edges of her consciousness. The man between her legs
was too large for her to spur on with her heels or hands, leaving her
spread eagled, accepting his every thrust & lunge. She'd just cum again,
when she felt him thrust himself against her harder, holding himself
deep. She gasped, aware of what he was getting ready to do. "No!" she
pushed at his chest, but couldn't move him. 

He laughed, & exploded deep inside her pussy, again & again. "You
promised!" Kathy sobbed, beating against his chest. He didn't move until
he'd finished, then pulled out, sliding his bulk up her imprisoned body
until his glistening cock was in her face. "Suck it clean, slut," he
growled, & suddenly frightened, Kathy did, without any thought of
hurting him. He laughed when she'd stopped, stepping back & looking down
at her sprawled, naked body. "Mm-mmm," he nodded, "You are 1 fine piece
of ass." Kathy was shaking in terror & exhaustion, as she tried to cover
herself, but they'd fucked on top of the comforter leaving nothing but
her robe. She sat up, aware of his jism running out of her pussy as she
bent to retrieve the terrycloth. She stood, putting more distance
between herself & the swarthy Hispanic, who was still smiling at her.
"You said. you said you'd pull out," she stammered after a minute,
vaguely aware that the other man had just pulled his wet, naked dick
from her friend's pussy, as well. Melissa was lying panting on the bed
oblivious to what had happened. "Didn't he tell you not to trust the
Johns? Part of your job is getting the condom on & keeping it on. Don't
worry, chica, we're clean." He nodded appreciatively, "& you're good,
chica. I may ask for you next time I'm here," he smiled more broadly,
"Though you wouldn't just get to lounge around up here. You'd have to
work the tables with me, but that's for next time. Stephen?" 

The 2nd man was pulling his pants on, eyeing the brunette with obvious
desire. "I don't suppose we have time to switch, do we Paulo?" he smiled
the fake charming smile, & Kathy shuddered, wondering how her friend
could ever have put out to him. Glancing at the man she'd just fucked,
she wondered how she'd been so willing, so easily duped. The flow of
semen down her thigh was a constant reminder of what she'd let him
do-not what their pimp had forced her to do-& she pointedly ignored both
men, hurrying to the bathroom to clean up. "Thank you ladies, it was our
pleasure," Melissa's John laughed as the men went into the front room.
Kathy heard the front door open & close, & stopped, suddenly worried
that Tom might have yet other surprises in store for them. She went into
the sitting area, & was relieved to see the men had indeed left. She put
the safety bolt in place, then went back through the bedroom into the
bathroom, letting her friend nap. 

Part VI 

Melissa woke with a start when Kathy roused her, then rolled to her
back, groaning as what had happened came to mind. She reached down
between her legs & winced as she felt the congealed jism matting her
pubes. She sat up, feeling still more semen ooze from her recently-used
sex, & looked at Kathy, "I. I let him take it off." Kathy nodded, "I did
too. I think that's what Tom wanted. A way to remind us we have to stay
in control or something. At least, that we have to be careful." Melissa
nodded, "I think it was better when I woke up not knowing what I'd
done." Wrapping her arms around her torso as she stood, she walked to
the bathroom, stark naked. It occurred to Kathy they'd both already been
changed by their experience-her friend once went to great lengths to
avoid being seen naked, even by her. She wondered if the changes would
be so obvious to their families, & if so, if they would make their
husbands suspicious. The thought that she might endure such
humiliation-be endlessly used by a string of total strangers-only to
find she'd lost everything anyway, was almost too much. When Melissa was
finished cleaning up, they sat together, the television on with neither
watching it, each lost in her own thoughts. There was a knock, & Melissa
sighed, "I'll get it. maybe you won't have to do anything." She hadn't
bothered to put the robe back on, & a moment later, Kathy heard a gasp.
She rushed into the sitting room, to see a wide-eyed housekeeper still
babbling apologies, & an equally embarrassed Melissa trying to hide
herself in the curtain near the door. Seeing Kathy, the tiny woman
rushed forward, waving 2 garment sacks & a note, "Senor send. Senor
say." she repeated endlessly, then waited as Kathy accepted the note &
tore it open. 

'Hope you didn't answer in the raw,' the note began, & Kathy looked
around again, wondering if the man had cameras everywhere, he seemed to
be so good at guessing what they would do. 'Don't assume anyone visiting
your room is a John. Make them tell you what they want & why. NEVER
offer anything. & as I didnn't hear from your 1st appointment, I assume
you've learned not to get too carried away when you're entertaining.
Anyway, Maria needs to clean the room. Put these on & circulate in the
casino. I know you won't try to leave now. you've already made your
choice. The next appointment is at 12:45. Your Tomcat.' She started to
crinkle the note in her hand, then thought better of it, handing it to
Melissa, who read it, then numbly accepted the garment bag Maria
offered, using it to hide most of her torso as she slipped into the
bedroom. They heard the cleaning woman working in the front room as they
unwrapped scandalously revealing dresses. Kathy's was a blue sequin
outfit that stopped at mid-calf, with a slit that reached her thigh, & a
cut in the back that reached the small of her back. She turned to look
at herself in the mirror, 1/2 expecting to be able to see her crack. The
included 3" heels were clear acrylic, & there was a silver waistlet she
initially mistook for a necklace, as well as a matching anklet, both of
which had been labeled. 

The last piece in the 'extras' sac was a faux jeweled hair pin, & Kathy
assumed she was supposed to put her hair up, & set about doing that as
Melissa examined her dress. Kathy wondered what was taking her friend so
long, until Mel slipped the black silk dress on. Then she started to say
she thought it was on backwards. but it wasn't. The deep vee cut past
the bottoms of the blonde's breasts, all the way to her navel. dropping
an inch or 2 below that. Kathy guessed that if they hadn't been trimmed
when getting the tattoos, her friend's pubic hair would be visible. The
back of the dress was cut nearly as low, but was held together by a
network of strings, 2 of which crossed between Melissa's breasts & navel
in the front, & keeping the dress from revealing everything. There were
glossy black leather 4" heels, & a silver chain that Melissa blushingly
clipped from her nipple to her labia ring, the metal glittering at the
edge of the dress. Each woman found tiny stud earrings of the Jerry
character, with onyx in the ears &, Kathy thought, a diamond chip at the
groin. Kathy replaced the diamond studs already in her ear, guessing
she'd be expected always to wear the bear when working, & already
considering another piercing to facilitate things. The women eyed each
other & themselves, then nearly leaning against one another, went into
the sitting room. The cleaning lady glanced at them, but gave no sign of
surprise, & with that limited reassurance, they stepped into the hall,
each double checking that their room keys & the crisp pair of $20 bills
each had found in the extras sack was tucked into the tiny pocket each
had found in her purse, apparently meant to serve as a purse. 

They wandered into the casino, initially so self-conscious they could
barely move. It was something of a surprise when they got no more overt
reaction than appraising glances from passers-by. Even in the middle of
the day, there were other women dressed nearly as provocatively moving
about the tables, most hanging from some older gentleman's arm. They
realized belatedly they were looking at the call girls & escorts, & that
they were dressed appropriately for what Tom had them doing, but that in
the setting of Las Vegas, their profession and uniform weren't out of
the ordinary. After 10 minutes, they had relaxed sufficiently that Kathy
got $5 in nickels & headed to the slots. A waitress appeared as quickly,
taking drink orders from them, as Melissa played at a quarter machine
across the aisle. After getting her drink, Melissa wandered to the
roulette table to try her luck, while Kathy approached a nearby
Blackjack table. There were empty seats all over the place, but within
minutes of her taking a seat, the 21 table was full. She held steady
through several hands, winning, then losing, then coming even again. The
waitress kept track of her, & kept a fresh drink beside her as she
played, for which she was grateful. Remembering the casual way the men
had used her earlier, she expressed her thanks with a generous tip when
the girl arrived with her 3rd drink. By then, she was up almost $100, &
was starting to feel the alcohol. She glanced at her watch before
remembering she had none on, & inquired of the man beside her, who
looked down her cleavage as he told her it was 10 past 12. She placed
her bet, deciding to leave after that hand, & looking for Melissa. She
didn't see her anywhere. She won, breaking $120, $5 of which she left
the dealer, then offered the other assembled gamblers, all of whom were
watching her, a smile & left. As she wandered the casino in search of
her friend, she heard a shout from the craps table. 

Turning, she caught a glimpse of blonde in black, & changed course,
guessing that she'd found Mel. Through a gap in the crowd, she saw a fat
man in a big Stetson matching his suit standing at the end of the table,
a beefy armed wrapped around her shoulder. As she watched, he held the
dice out, & blushing slightly from the attention, Melissa blew on them,
after which he threw the dice down the table. There was another shout, &
the big man beamed, bellowing, "Ain't you the prettiest good luck charm,
yet!" He collected an amazing number of chips, handing several to
Melissa as Kathy got to the edge of the table. He offered her friend the
dice again, & Melissa blew on them, before the big man threw. another
winner. "That's like 10 straight wins," the man beside her said in
amazement. "Yeah, but the real piece of luck is having that sweetie on
his arm," another countered. Kathy tried to get her friend's attention,
but the Texan (had to be, given the get up) wasn't letting her turn the
right way. She glanced around, guessing time was getting short. 

Trying not to hurry, she moved around the table & stepped up beside
Melissa as the cowboy had her blow on his dice once again. "C'mon,
darlin'" he drawled & threw. another winner. Melissa smiled & clapped
her hands, amazed at the pile of chips that had grown in front of them.
"Ahem," Kathy cleared her throat, & both Melissa & her new admirer
looked her way, "You'll excuse me," she offered her winningest smile to
the man, "But I'm afraid we have an appointment," her eyes cut to
Melissa, who blushed & nodded, turning to the man. "She's right. I have
to go, but thanks, this was fun," she seemed more relaxed than she'd
been in the room, & Kathy was glad of that, but the Texan 's next words
put an end to that. "See here, missy," he began, "I can't just let my
good luck charm cut & run." "Sorry, but we have other plans," Kathy
shrugged, "Consider the luck she provided a loan." The man chewed on his
unlit cigar, then puffed out his chest & nodded, "Then let me speak with
your employer. I'm sure I can arrange to have the lady spend the rest of
the day with me." Melissa blanched, stepping back from him, eyes wide.
Kathy's heart went out to her friend, but there wasn't time for
niceties. "Ask around for Tom," she said as the craps dealer asked for
bets & held the dice out for the Texan, who'd raked back most of his bet
when it appeared Melissa was going to be leaving, "Someone must know
where to find him," he seemed prepared to argue, so she quickly added,
"Or call 1587. I'm sure he can help." With that, she started to pull
Melissa away, but not before the Texan nodded gruffly, sliding several
chips into the vee of Mel's dress, "I'll just do that," he smiled, "I
may ask for both you fillies, too!" The others at the table laughed at
that, but Melissa & Kathy were able to escape toward the elevators. They
heard the collective groan at the table she'd just left as they turned
the corner-the Texan had crapped out. Melissa was shaking visibly, but
Kathy stopped in the waiting area by the elevators, quickly dialing the
number she'd just given the Texan. A voice picked up on the 1st ring,
that didn't sound like Tom. "Tom, please," she managed, hoping she'd
remembered the number correctly. There was a pause, "Who is this?" the
voice demanded. "Kathy. He knows me. I. I'm helping him out." There was
a muffled discussion followed by laughter. "So you help me out, eh? I
hadn't heard it put quite that way, before. What's wrong? Out of money?
I can't help that." "No," Kathy interrupted, then winced, wondering if
he'd be mad, "I, uh, Melissa was sort of cornered by a guy who wasn't
taking no for an answer." "Good. Good. Prospective business. That's why
I wanted you 2 working the floor. What'd you tell him?" "Um, I told him
we already had an appointment. 

He said he could arrange to make it up to our 'employer' & I told him we
already had plans, but that I was sure you could help him if he needed
something. I gave him your name. Tom. & when he started to argue, your
suite number." There was a pause, & he spoke to someone in the
background, then came back, "That's all right, Kat. I should've gotten
you some cards," he laughed at his joke, "Seriously, if someone is
hitting on you, it might be a vice cop. That's why I don't want you
making any offers, so it was good you referred him to me. But that also
exposes me to potential problems. Next time, take his number & tell him
I'll call." "A-all right," Kathy answered, without considering what was
implied in his casual mention of a 'next time.' "Good. You'd better get
upstairs or you'll miss your next appointment. So you aren't broke, eh?"
Kathy looked at her winnings, "No. I did all right," she glanced at
Melissa who was staring in amazement at the $50. $100 & $500 chips in
her hands. Kathy guessed there was $1500 there, "Melissa did better."
She looked at her friend after she hung up, "Maybe I should've let you
hang with that cowboy. Melissa shook her head, "He'd've lost the next
roll anyway, & then I'd have been a dog. Or worse. I thought. I thought
he was just being nice since I was alone. But he knew. he thought I was
a." she didn't finish the thought. "& you didn't even have to kiss him,
but he gave you that much money," Kathy shrugged, "That's not 1/2 bad.
Hell, with that we could cut & run, if we wouldn't find videotapes of
our gang bang playing on the VCR at home when we got there." Melissa
nodded, still fingering the chips. "Imagine what people must be paying
that asshole to use us," Kathy seethed, "400 tricks, my ass. I think
we'd better negotiate better terms before we fly out of here." Melissa
nodded meekly, & followed Kathy onto the elevator car. 

They had barely had time to put their winnings in the in room safe
before the doorbell rang again. When Kathy answered, her jaw nearly hit
the floor. It was 1 of the magicians she occasionally saw on television,
always with some gorgeous model or actress on his arm. He stepped into
the room, eyeing her gown & smiling, "Tom always has such good taste,"
he said, offering the same crowd pleasing smile she saw on TV. Kathy
could only stare as he moved into the room, closing-& locking-the door
behind them. She realized he had a satchel with him, & nearly giggled at
the thought he might show them some magic tricks. Then she turned
serious, remembering why he was there. He moved straight into the
bedroom, offering Melissa the same practiced Hollywood smile, before
asking if they didn't want to 'get more comfortable, ' & motioning
toward the bathroom as if that's where they should change. Puzzled,
Kathy followed her friend in, closing the door behind her. They
whispered in amazement at seeing so prominent a man using
prostitutes-even if they weren't really prostitutes-for his pleasure.
When both were in their robes again-Melissa leaving the chain joining
her breast & labia-Kathy led the way back into the bedroom. It had been
deftly transformed, lit only by candles in the corners of the room, &
large black spread thrown over the bed, with 2 roses wrapped in some
royal purple material. He motioned them into the room with a flourish
that seemed out of place off the stage, & again to place the women on
the bed. 

"Pick up the rose," he said. As they did, he went on, "See the sash?
It's a blindfold. Put it on your friend, each of you." There was a
moment's hesitation, but they obeyed, having some difficulty tying when
blinded by 1 another. "That's better. Now lie back. You'll feel me
touching you, but don't move. Just wait. I have to get your outfits just
right before we begin." There was a long pause, some noise as he dug in
the bag he'd brought, & then Melissa heard him approach her side of the
bed. His large hand ran from her armpit toward her fingers, raising it
over her head until he held her hand as he slipped something around the
wrist. He repeated the action on the other side, then moved down her
body, rubbing from her inner thighs toward her toes, & putting something
around her ankles. "Shhh. Don't move," he whispered, & then she heard
him move to the other side of the bed. There was the sound of skin on
skin, the pauses where a clasp or buckle was fixed, & again & again &
again, before he moved back to the foot of the bed. "There. Now all I
have to do is this," there was a sudden pulling sensation. Melissa tried
to bring her arms down & found that she couldn't-she was bound, arms &
legs. She felt Kathy struggling beside her, & knew she was tied as well.
"Don't struggle, you can't escape," he assured them, "Just lie back &
relax. Enjoy the unknown." There was utter silence for a time, until
Melissa wondered if he'd left. Another object lesson from their
pimp-don't turn your back on a John. Something light brushed over her
chest, tickling at her nipple, then running along the chain to barely
wisp over her sex. She bit her lip, wishing she'd taken another of the
pills, but it was too late, & she could do nothing to stop whatever he
planned. Kathy shifted, & she knew the same teasing touch was moving
over her friend's body. She tried to take some comfort in the fact that
at least she wasn't alone in her predicament, but tied & blinded, she
still felt terribly alone. There was the same teasing touch again,
circling her breast, moving over her unpierced nipple, & just when she
was about to move to avoid the tickling sensation, there was a brief,
sharp pain, & she gasped. A small weight landed on her stomach, & she
realized it had been the rose.1st the petals, then a thorn. Less than a
minute later, she heard Kathy give a similar cry of surprise. Then there
was nothing again. Then the disembodied voice, "See? Pain can be
exciting. But I assure you I won't hurt you. No you're far too beautiful
to mar. But 1 of you. I must have 1 of you, & you have to ask for it.
For whatever I have to offer. So I'll test you, & we'll see who breaks
1st. 

There followed a long period of strangeness. He gently propped each of
them up on pillows, then abruptly used some contraption to force their
legs wide apart while he stood at the foot of the bed. He used a
feather, running it over all of their exposed flesh. He used ice. He
poured warm oil onto Melissa's abdomen, spreading it into her skin, then
repeating the process, she assumed, on Kathy. He trailed honey from her
lips, down her body, covering sensitive areas she hadn't known existed,
then licking it off, teasing each area in turn, until she was quivering
despite herself. He tugged at the rings, ran a vibrator over nipples &
up into pussy, then repeated the process with a larger device. He
dripped candle wax onto them, delighting in the way they groaned &
arched & tried to escape the burning sensation as it assailed their
breasts & pubes. & despite the pain & humiliation, Melissa felt the
tension increasing, until she was taut as a bowstring, her sex nearly
dripping with excitement, with need. But she had none of the drugs she'd
used before, & was terribly aware of the betrayal her body was urging
her mind to make. He rubbed something oily into her nipples, then
slipped something ice cold into her frothing pussy & moved to repeat the
process on Kathy. Melissa bit her lip, as the material on her nipples
began to burn, while the chill between her legs made her pelvis tingle.
She didn't want to be the 1 who had to submit to him. She didn't want to
be the 1st to give in. She told herself it wasn't fair-that he kept
going to her 1st. Kathy groaned aloud as he lingered over her, & Melissa
thought she would ask for more-hoped so-but there was nothing more. She
heard or felt him moving back toward her side of the bed, & unbidden,
tears began to run. It wasn't fair. She didn't want to cheat on Jeff.
She loved her husband. "Hmm, we must be getting close," he wiped a tear
that had escaped the blindfold, "I bet this won't go on much longer,
soon we'll know who really wants to fuck me." There was a pause, while
he rummaged in the sack, "This shouldn't be too much, given what both of
you have already let some artist do to your bodies," he leaned over
Melissa at chest level, 

"Though I wager this is new." He set something cold & round over her
right breast, then did something above her chest. Melissa's breath
caught, before she whimpered at the sudden suction pulling at her nipple
& areola. It was as if her breast was electrified; as if a thousand pins
were pricking the skin of her nipple. She groaned again, & again, head
thrashing side to side, trying to will the pain away. "No? Strong girl,"
he said, then moved to Kathy. Melissa felt her friend's rigid body, &
realized dimly that Kathy had to endure the anticipation of what was
coming more than she did. Though it didn't ease the throbbing pain in
her right breast. A moment later, Kathy writhed, whining & digging her
nails into the sheet as the same treatment was applied to her left
breast, Melissa was certain. "Still no?" the man seemed amazed, "I
should have you 2 on my next special." He laughed at his own joke, but
spent no idle time before he was between Melissa's legs. The by then
cold vibrator was removed, & he thrust his penis-she realized in
horror-into her a few times, then backed off, pushing the vibrator he'd
just removed relentlessly into her backdoor. "C-condom," she managed,
hoping he would obey her. He chuckled, "Oh, I assure you I'm sheathed. I
just had to sample that delightful pussy," he stepped back, & laughed as
Melissa hunched, trying to escape the buzzing device filling her ass.
"Now lets' sample your friend's charms. I may have to make a unilateral
judgment. She felt Kathy's body rock as he thrust into her a few times,
& felt for her friend as Kathy pulled against the restraints while he
thrust the vibrator into her ass. "M-hmm," he said, "You're close,
aren't you. You need more of what I was giving you, don't you? It's OK,
you can tell me." He got up, then returned, "Last chance, blondie. You
sure you don't want me to take you? Sure you don't need my cock in your
cunt? You're absolutely dripping onto the bed, I tell you. No? All
right. Turn your head here. open up." Melissa did, trying not to flinch
at the expected taste of latex; or worse, the taste of another strange
cock. It was almost with relief that she accepted the condom covered
shaft into her mouth. "Oh yeah," he grunted, thrusting in & out a few
times. She tried to relax, comparing it to Stephen's which had been much
larger; probably Jeff's size, though she'd never sucked his cock,
before. The man pulled away quickly, pushing a bulbous metallic object
into her open mouth before she could react. Melissa managed a squeal
before the device was at the back of her throat, trying to push into it.
She gagged helplessly, gagged again & again, until the muscles tired.
She panted, struggling to breathe around it, & trying to relax. She was
dimly aware she'd been struggling & grunting & whining, but as he moved
around the bed, the only movement was the rapid up & down shift of her
chest as she breathed. As he moved toward Kathy, he heard her gasp,
"Stop! I need it. God, don't tease me anymore. Give me your cock. I want
it!" She tried to smile around the device distorting her lips, her body
truly relaxing as she realized she wasn't going to have to endure more.
She was wrong. 

"Oh, so you've broken, have you?" the man said, leaning down over Kathy,
feeding her his erection. He thrust into her mouth, enjoying the way she
sucked at him, letting himself get as close as he dared. then pulling
out quickly. He bent down, thrusting the dildo gag into the brunette's
mouth, delighting in the way she struggled as her friend had. He reached
up, removing the blindfold & leering down at Kathy. "So you need it? You
have to have my cock inside of you? I tell you what. I'll remove the gag
in a minute, & I want you to tell me how much you need it. I want you to
watch," he moved back & over on the bed, until he was between Melissa's
spread legs. He pulled the vibrator out of her stretched ass, & without
bothering to clean it, thrust it into Kathy's sex, delighting in the
woman's muffled squeal, "On 2nd thought, you'd get too loud. I think
you'll just have to watch as I fuck your friend," as he spoke, he drove
his cock into Melissa, who screamed into her own gag. "See?" he panted,
hips flexing rhythmically as he thrust into the petite blonde, "I was
sure you'd out last this one, but I must admit, "he drove into her more
forcefully, "I'm glad I got to sample more of this delight. Nnngggg!"
With that he held himself against the thrashing, wailing blonde, clearly
orgasming. Spent, he pulled out, stripped the condom off, then casually
removed the dildos & the little suction cup device that was threatening
to cause a hickey on each woman's breast. He moved around the bed,
deftly removing the leather restraints he had hidden beneath the black
covering, & finally, he recovered the strange gags. Both women lay
gasping, nearly retching, huddled together. He looked down at them as he
packed away his goodies, "I certainly enjoyed that. Remember next time,
& you may get to enjoy me." He shooed them from the bed, recovering the
thin black sheet & the restraint system, then swept from the suite
within 5 minutes of having climaxed. 

"Think he needed an audience?" Kathy managed when her throat hurt less.
Melissa nodded, "Damn. I was sure he was going to fuck you when you
spoke." "I was too, but the way you'd been thrashing, I didn't want
whatever he'd done to you done to me. & then the asshole did it anyway."
"At least he didn't take long." Melissa giggled at that. "Nope. He
wasn't that big, either. I mean, it surprised me when he started to fuck
me earlier, but it wasn't like..." "No," Melissa was suddenly quiet, "It
wasn't like earlier today; or what the flight back will be." "Shhh.
Don't think about that now. Let's just get through this." "& do another
400 guys?!" Melissa was shaking again, "I don't think I can!" "You could
try to pay your way out. you have that money." Melissa laughed bitterly,
"Like you said, if he's throwing money around like that, imagine what he
pays to have me as an escort. Face it, we're fucked." 

She pulled her knees up close, not caring that it exposed her fringed
labia & the glittering ring, "You know what I think scares me the most?
I might start to like it. Not with pigs like him," she jerked her head
toward the door, "But this morning. that was almost. it frightened me."
"That was the drugs," Kathy countered, but understood her friend's fear,
because she shared it. She reassured herself it had to have been the
drugs. Groaning, she stood up, "At least we have more time to get
cleaned up," she looked at the bed, "He didn't make a mess, so we can go
back down to gamble." "I don't think so," Melissa shook her head.
"C'mon," Kathy encouraged her, "Just take $50 back down. When it's gone,
we leave. & I won't let you get snapped up by any hillbillies. Melissa
laughed, but shook her head, "You go. Find yourself a Sugar Daddy. I'll
come rescue you when it's time." "Oh no," Kathy shook her head, "Why
don't we order room service?" Melissa thought about it, then nodded,
"But you answer the door." The women smiled, then went into the bathroom
once again to clean up. 

Part VII 

Melissa gave a short gasp as she led the way out of the bathroom, still
naked, & wet from the shower. Tom was lying on the bed, hands laced
behind his head. "You 2 look like you're enjoying yourselves," he
smiled, aware that the happiness that had been on both women's faces was
gone. "What, no hello kiss?" he shook his head, "I'm hurt. Imagine the
things you'd learn the hard way if I didn't have this little
introductory course? You'd be letting total stranger pump their cum into
you. You'd be letting pimps looking to turn you over to the Saudi's pick
you up," he paused, seeing the confusion in their faces, "The cowboy you
latched on to."" "He came on to me," Melissa retorted angrily.
"Whatever. He picks up young women for several men who. shall we say,
treat women like merchendise. "& you don't?" Kathy countered. "Ouch. I
already explained. You got your dresses & your trip to Vegas. I'm paying
for the show you'll see tonight. You're just working off a debt of
sorts. When it's paid, you'll earn your percentage, just like any pro."
"400 tricks is a little steep; we saw how much you must get selling us."
"That's true here, but that's not always the case. I don't get as much
back home. & there's more hassle with law enforcement there. But you
aren't in a position to negotiate. I could've said 500. Or 1000. Hell, I
could say 25, then string you along until you'd done 1000." "You still
may." He shrugged, I haven't fucked you over yet, have I?" Both women
eyed him until he smiled, "Well, I guess I have, several times, in fact,
but I wouldn't lie to you about this. You treat me straight up, I treat
you straight up. How'd it go with Merlin?" "The magician? He doesn't
have too high an opinion of himself, does he? I mean, he could've cared
less if we came." "That's true of most Johns. Oh, they want you to cum,
but not because they're doing anything special. It's sort of they want
to be so good, you get off just letting them put their dick in your
pussy. & yes, he's like that. He isn't much of a man, either, according
to the other girls," he shrugged, "Besides, he was meant to remind you
most of your tricks won't be like my friends & I... they'll be regular
Joes, no bigger or better than your husbands." 

He stretched his legs out, "But then, I want you to enjoy your time with
me, so that's good." He eyed them, "What else were you supposed to learn
about that trick?" "Um, not to let people surprise us?" Melissa
ventured, holding the blindfold that had been left as a souvenier in her
hand. "Close. Don't let anyone bring something you don't check out in to
a session. That means no one tapes you without your knowing, no one has
restraints or whips or chains or any of the other weird shit some pervs
want to use. I should be able to screen them out, but don't drop your
guard." He leaned forward, bringing his hand in front to rub them as if
anticipating something wonderful, "Now why is it I came in here?" he let
his eyes wander over their bodies, "Oh yes. Are you 2 ready for me?"
Kathy shrugged, "You have something we haven't seen before?" "Oh, you've
seen it. You've even enjoyed it before, but I don't think you remember.
Today, though. today you find out what it's like to have a real cock."
Kathy tried to snort derisively, but she remembered the images of him
pulling out of her ass, & suddenly it didn't sound so boastful. Tom saw
the change, "Oh, so maybe you do remember more than I'd thought." He
reached down, opening the top of his pants, "It's also good to see
you're both comfortable with me talking to you while you're stark
naked," both women blushed at his point, "Don't be embarrassed, that's
what I want. I want to know you inside & out. & I think," he pushed his
pants & shorts to his knees, kicking them free as the women stared at
him in amazement, "You'll find you enjoy getting to know me, as well."
"Oh God," Melissa murmured quietly, "I think I need the drug." "That's
fine, for now," Tom shrugged, plenty of time to feel me taking you
later." Melissa stiffened in the doorway, "Will you. will you be
gentle?" "Of course. You're my girls. I don' t want to hurt you. I want
you to want to be with me; to look on it as a reward, something you'd
work to earn. Look, I won't get you pregnant, I won' t give you a
disease, & I won't just cum inside of you then leave or go to sleep. I
want to make sure you enjoy sex. Then maybe you'll at least be able to
pretend better when you're working, & that will help us all." He pointed
to his semi-erect cock, "I sort of enjoyed the double team blowjob you
gave me that night in the bar. how about an encore?" Kathy looked at
Melissa, who shrugged, then nodded-there was no real choice. 

Following Kathy's lead, she climbed to 1 side of Tom on the bed, trying
not to stare at the immensity of his ebony shaft. Still partly soft, it
was longer than Jeff's. She shivered aware that she'd taken him before,
but unsure how, or what it would do to her feeling him inside of her.
She glanced at Kathy, then bent her head, kissing the pink tip lightly,
tasting salt & something else. She moved to the side, kissing & licking
along the shaft, while Kathy planted a kiss on the bulbous head, &
followed on the opposite side. Melissa felt a strange thrill whenever
her friend's lips touched hers, & she moved unconsciously to maintain
that contact, unaware that it had caused the same stirring in her
friend. Tom just lay back, not guiding or nudging or interfering in any
way. He'd learned that letting women find their own lesbian impulses was
more effective than forcing the issue. Soon tongues were involved,
playing a subconscious game around his swelling shaft. He waited,
wondering if the women's desire for 1 another would override their need
to know how they'd felt taking him into them before. He was already
nearly hard when the blonde seemed to sense the underlying desire-not
for him but her friend-& abruptly shifted, moving to the top of his
erection & forcibly taking as much as she could into her mouth. She
sucked at him strongly, while the brunette's lips continued to play a
tantalizing game of 'almost kiss' with her friend. Tom bit back a groan
of pleasure when the blonde managed to take him partly into her throat.
His experience had been women were better suited to oral sex after
enduring the magician's twisted idea of a gag. He'd guessed the blonde
had never blown her husband before in her life, but she'd been a tigress
in the bar that night, & was doing an even better job conscious of her
actions. He wondered what her husband would think the 1st time she
inadvertently offered him oral sex. Most men didn't have a 2nd
thought-they merely assumed their overwhelming virility had finally
breached the taboos of a religious upbringing. 

Melissa came up for a breath, & Kathy dove onto his shaft like she was
starving for cock. They were bobbing & slurping at him eagerly by then,
any thought of what exactly they were doing banished by their
unacknowledged mutual desire, & their bodies' memory of what he'd done
to them before. He caught Melissa under the near arm, pulling her up to
him, kissing her hungrily on the mouth. She welcomed the kiss, mouth
open, eyes closed, tongue dancing with his, accepting his into her
mouth. His hands groped her firm breasts, toyed with the piercing as the
other hand dipped between her legs to her molten center. She shivered,
pressing herself against his hands, kissing him more fervently. Kathy
nipped at his shaft, but didn't release him as her friend's sex hovered
nearby, anxious to take him inside. He easily lifted the petite blonde,
turning in bed without ever losing Kathy's intimate contact, & laying
Melissa on her back, her legs draped over his shoulders. He began to lap
at the blonde's downy sex, sucking in her plentiful juices & flicking
her already swollen clit with his tongue. She mewled in response,
pressing her sex against him, shivering as he quickly built her to a
small orgasm. He sat up, working 2 long fingers in & out of Melissa's
clutching pussy, & caught Kathy by the chin, disengaging her from his
raging erection. "You want more?" he murmured. Her eyes were lust hazed,
mouth open, tongue still against his cock, as she nodded. "Roll onto
your back," he said, & she did, spreading her legs, offering her sex to
him. He moved from between Melissa's legs, still fingering her steadily,
a thumb against her clit, & began lapping at Kathy's sex, reveling in
the different taste & texture compared to the blonde. Kathy built as
quickly to an orgasm, fingers digging into the sheets, pelvis coming up
to meet his exploring tongue. He replaced his tongue with 2 fingers of
his left hand, kneeling over their crossed legs & finger fucking them in
time. 

As Kathy began to build to her next release more quickly than Melissa,
who'd slipped back from the edge during his concentration on her friend,
he told Melissa to climb over her friend, facing him. She did so without
reluctance, leaving her dripping, steaming pussy directly over Kathy's
face. He then fed the blonde his cock, fucking as much as she could take
gently into her face a few times before pulling out & dipping his
glistening cock into Kathy's open, hungry sex. The brunette groaned
loudly into the blonde's sex, the vibration making Melissa throw her own
head back & murmur, her sex pressing more closely against her friend's
face. Tom was still just more than 1/2 way into Kathy's velvet box when
her breath caught-he was as deep as she remembered being fucked before.
He paused, lifting his hips, putting pressure on her clit, which
elicited another groan, before he slipped out, feeing his cock to a
willing Melissa. She sucked feverishly at him, heedless of her friend's
juices now coating his shaft. He moved back into Kathy, smiling as the
brunette's stomach jumped, & pressed forward to that same point, getting
the same reaction. Her breath gusted into Melissa's sex, & he expected
the blonde at any moment to force her dripping cunt against Kathy's
face. After pausing inside of her for a moment, he backed out, then
fucked in & out easily, stopping each stroke right at that point. After
a minute, Kathy's gasps had eased, & she was groaning, hips moving to
meet his strokes. He put pressure on her clit with each outstroke,
stopping again after another minute & letting the blonde work on his
shaft while he got better self-control in place. He was amazed, Melissa
was taking him into her throat with each stroke by then, sucking nearly
3/4's of his length without distress. He smiled, sure that he'd chosen a
winning pair, then backed out, chuckling at the blonde's whine of
disappointment, & the brunette's happy groan as he moved into her again.
There was no resistance when he hit the mark, & he didn't stop,
thrusting another 3" into her before he paused. Kathy's whole body had
gone rigid as he did so. Her head came up as she tried to scream in
surprise, the sound delivered directly into Melissa's pussy. The blonde
gasped, rocking back, planting herself on the brunette's face, & a
moment later, after Tom had backed out an inch, Kathy was clearly eating
her friend's pussy. He fucked in & out again for awhile, pushing
slightly deeper with each stroke, until he felt Kathy's hesitation
again. He backed off, but picked up the pace, quickly building her past
the last hesitation she'd given. Catching Melissa's attention, he
pointed to his cock & smiled as the blonde eagerly leaned forward to lap
at him as each time he pulled out of Kathy's twitching cunt. 

After a moment he paused, pointing for Melissa at her friend's clit.
Melissa threw her head back just then; Kathy had clearly begun to suck
at the blonde's clit, or nip at the ring in the sensitive portion of her
inner labia. Back arching as she started to climax from her friend's
ministrations, Melissa bent forward & sucked Kathy's clit into her
mouth. As the brunette screamed into her friend's pussy, Tom drove his
cock balls deep, holding himself there as Kathy's cunt spasmed again &
again. She groaned again, the sound muffled by Melissa's pussy. When
she'd finished her climax, Kathy had taken his entire foot plus length.
She shivered, feeling how deeply he filled her, then nodded when he
moved side to side, asking if she was ready. He began to move, 1st
backing out barely an inch, then easing forward, as much for his own
self-control as her comfort. Once he'd steadied, he moved more quickly,
backing out 4", then 6", until finally his entire shaft was slipping in
& out of her. She bent her knees, dropping them wide & pumping her
pelvis up to meet his strokes, groaning each time his bulbous cockhead
clipped her cervix to push up & behind. He redirected after she'd cum
again, pushing more forcefully at her cervix. She'd had kids, he
knew-had experienced cervical dilatation before-& with patience, he was
delighted to find her cervix was still pliable. 

She groaned at the increased discomfort & at the short stroking what he
was doing necessitated, but after another handful of minutes, the groans
had changed in pitch, & she was shivering each time he thrust into her.
He gritted his teeth, feeling his cock press farther into her cervix
with each thrust. She was close, he knew. & then it happened; resistance
dropped off, accepting him deeper, though not balls deep, into her sex.
He paused, aware that he'd managed to actually fuck his way into her
womb. "Does that feel good?" he teased, holding himself there. Kathy,
biting her lower lip, hips gyrating beneath him, nodded from her place
below Melissa's dripping sex. "You know where I am?" he teased, "I
fucked you deeper than anyone else ever has 1st, & now I'm up inside
your womb." She stiffened, "That's right, I'm right through your cervix.
That's what feels so tight, baby. Now fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck
your womb on daddy's black meat," he ordered, smiling at Melissa's 1/2
closed eyes as her friend eagerly complied. "That's right, baby," he
said, "Get yourself off. Get me off, Take my load in your box." His
words spurred Kathy on. She whimpered beneath Melissa, thrusting up at
him madly. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold off a moment longer, &
caught Melissa's attention, "Hear that? Hear how much your friend loves
my cock? Your turn is next." Melissa arched her back, pressing her sex
again firmly agasint Kathy's mouth as she heard that. Tom chose that
moment to drive down, meeting Kathy's lunge, & she screamed into
Melissa's sex, getting the blonde off as he began to pulse into the
brunette's opened sex. Shot after shot fired into her, & he kept fucking
against her as it did, not caring where it went. Still firing, he pulled
back, pumping a stream into Melissa's open mouth. The blonde's eyes
popped open, but she swallowed, head dropping in search of more. Then he
was done, & pulled out of Kathy's well-fucked hole, scooting back as
Melissa buried her face in her friend's sex, slurping & licking at the
jism drooling from her black fringed cunt. 

Watching the lesbian 69 was a quick means of recuperation for Tom. The
women seemed insatiable, Kathy hunching her sex up against Melissa's
face, while the blonde basically rode her friend's face. They were still
going at it without pause when he rolled to his knees, fresh cock in
hand; the women were so lost in one another they didn't notice when he
got up from the bed & moved around. He smiled to himself; Melissa was at
the perfect height to take her from behind standing. He straddled
Kathy's head, pressing his knees into the mattress for support. She
looked back at the change, licking her lips in undisguised lust at his
cock jutting before her eyes. She tilted her head back, lapping from
Melissa's pink seam to the head of his cock. His hand was still wrapped
around the base, & redirecting it, he leaned forward, thrusting 4" into
Melissa's open sex. The blonde shivered, arching her back, pressing her
sex toward him as she groaned loudly into Kathy's cunt. Smiling at the
reaction, he gave her another 3" & she put her head back, breath coming
in short gasps. He held himself there until it was obvious she was at
her limit. for the moment. He backed 1/2 way out, & she collapsed onto
her friend, whimpering & shivering. "Oh yeah," he teased, spreading her
labia so Kathy could lick up at her naked clit, "You like that, don't
you? You didn't know it could feel so good, did you?" He waited, bobbing
his shaft within her splayed opening. Melissa shook her head. "I didn't
hear you," Tom murmured, backing out another inch. She whimpered, then,
"I. I want it. Fuck me, please!" He smiled, feeding 5" back into her,
bringing her head up, her breath short, once again. He left it there for
long seconds, then backed out, giving her only enough time to get a
breath before pushing back in, this time 2/3 of the way. She whined,
hands balling the covers. Kathy was licking & sucking at her clit,
pausing every few seconds to run her tongue along his shaft. He caught
the tiny blonde by the waist, & began rocking in & out, from 1/3 to 2/3
of his length again & again. At 1st, Melissa gave voice to each in
stroke with a panting whine. When she'd adapted, taking the 8" stroke
without difficulty, Tom slowed, shifting his hips from side to side,
stretching her outer lips & teasing her until she was rocking back
against him, hungry for more. He kept hold of her hips, not letting her
have what she wanted, until she was whimpering even when he wasn't
thrusting into her. "Please!" she husked, "Give it to me. I want your
cock. Fuck me." "You want it?" he asked, backing out an inch. "Yesss!"
she whimpered. "It feels good?" Melissa nodded emphatically. "You don't
care that I'm not your husband. That you're fucking a big black cock?"
Melissa shoulder shook as she sobbed, "God, I don't care. Just fuck me.
Take me. I'm yours, daddy, just give me your cock." She screamed into
Kathy's pussy as he slipped 10" into her at that, holding himself there
as her body spasmed. She came for nearly a minute, & when she was left
panting, lying heavily on her naked friend, Tom began to slide in & out
of her. Something like a purr escaped her throat, & by the time he'd fed
her the 11th inch, she was rocking back against him. The last thrust,
taking him balls deep, was almost anti-climatic; she was pushing back
against him, taking it all, wanting it, & he let go of her hips,
watching as she impaled herself on his meat. After letting her fuck
herself on his shaft for a minute, he slipped out, smiling as she whined
her displeasure, trying to move back. Dropping out of her hungry cunt,
he pushed his wet cockhead down, feeding it to Kathy. The brunette
sucked at him whorishly, letting him push into her throat, hands
grasping his ass, trying to hold him there, when he moved back to resume
fucking her friend. He alternated, driving balls deep into Melissa's
steaming box 4 or 5 strokes, then letting Kathy devour his meat for a
minute. Each time he thrust back into the blonde, Kathy lapped at her
friend's sex, anxious for Melissa to get off so she could have Tom to
herself. 

Melissa feverishly worked Kathy's sex, aware of what her friend was
doing, & trying to get the brunette off so Tom would concentrate on her.
She sucked at Kathy's clit, pulled at the labia ring with her teeth,
then gently nipped her friend's pink bead, which pushed Kathy over the
edge. She screamed around Tom's cock, back arching as she climaxed. He
wisely pulled out, driving fully into Melissa, which triggered her own
release. Her milking cunt coaxed him over as well, & a moment after
she'd begun the cascade of pleasure, Melissa groaned in impassioned
delight as she felt Tom filling her with his cum. As with Kathy, he held
still for only a moment, then went on pumping into her while his jism
boiled into her crevice. He pulled out more quickly than he had with
Kathy, letting the last spurt spatter the blonde's pubes. He pushed his
cock into Kathy's mouth, letting her suck the last drops from his waning
cock, cleaning the shaft with her lips before he backed off & she began
to clean her friend's sex. Melissa sighed, spreading her legs,
supporting her weight on her arms, & offering her dripping cunt to
Kathy's mouth. Tom sat back, snapping several pictures of the action
with a low light camera as the women wound down. He'd hidden the tiny
camera by the time Melissa turned, kissing Kathy hungrily, sharing the
mingled load that had coated the brunette's cheeks & chin. Gradually the
heat of their passion ebbed, until they lay panting together. As
awareness resurfaced, Kathy sat up partially, but paused, then snuggled
closer to Melissa, & after a moment's hesitation, the blonde wife
accepted her girlfriend's intimate contact without reservation. 

Tom sat watching as they recovered, & realizing he was still there,
sheepishly began to put themselves in order. He laughed, "Didn't I tell
you it wouldn't be all bad?" The women didn't answer, but when he
waggled his spent cock as Melissa watched him, her response was
unmistakable-the women were his to use. He made a show of looking at his
watch, "You'd better get cleaned up & into your dresses. whatever show
you choose will start soon." Both women moved into the bathroom at once,
& he considered joining them, if only to see how they fared now that
they were lovers, & not victims sharing a fate, but opted to leave them
to adjust to their new relationship. He went into the main room,
pocketing the remaining pills. Despite their obvious willingness to
enjoy sex with him, he was going to suggest they use the stimulants for
the flight back. It would be a long trip, & without, dealing with 1
unpleasant encounter might cause problems later. When the women came
into the main room some time later, he gave a low whistle, "No wonder
that cowboy wanted you. Isn't that better than what you wore here?" the
women blushed, shrugging non-commitally. He laughed, "You act like
you're with your husbands. I'm the 1 making you have sex with other men,
remember? Nothing you say will shock me, so relax, say what you think,
OK? At least that can be a benefit to dealing with me." Kathy frowned,
then shook her head, "You don't want to know what I think about you."
"What? That I'm a criminal who should be arrested & jailed, or maybe
castrated, but that you'd miss feeling me inside of you if that
happened?" he smiled cruelly, "I can be your worst nightmare. you've
seen that. Just remember I can be your wildest fantasy, too. Remember
feeling me inside of you? Really inside, like no one's been before?"
Kathy blushed & looked away. "I thought so. What have you decided?" "O,"
Melissa replied quietly. "Excellent choice, though you'll have to go
straight to the airport, & the guys may damage those fine clothes."
Kathy ran a hand over the dress, "It's not like I could wear this home."
"No, but you can take it home. Tell Fred it's 1 of the winnings. The
'contest' was set up as a girl's night out event, you see. That's why it
was you & Mel & not either of you & your husband. The spontaneity was
part of the fun, but there was a show & meals, & Vegas hospitality," he
waggled his eyebrows, "Just don't tell them you were the ones providing
the hospitality. You even have some winnings to show for your visit," '&
a need you'll recognize too late to have me inside of you on a regular
basis,' he didn't add as he stood & opened the door with a flourish, "My
ladies, shall we go?" 

Part VIII 

The women watched the lights of Vegas recede as the plane banked
steeply, turning onto course for home. Each tried not to think about the
next 4 hours. The show had been remarkable; moreso, because Tom had sat
between them, diddling them with his fingers as they'd ooh'd & ahh'd
with the crowd. Melissa had asked if he'd like to go into the lobby,
willing to let him lead her into the men's room if he wanted, but he'd
just told her to enjoy herself & the show. They had their things, packed
into new 'O' bags, with other souveneirs for the kids & their husbands.
At the steps to the private jet, Tom had brought them each a glass of
champagne, handing them the stimulants they'd used earlier, & offering a
toasts, 'To a long & pleasing involvement.' They'd hesitated to use the
drugs, but relented without argument when he'd told them he wanted to be
sure they could enjoy themselves throughout the flight, rather than ruin
their experience at the end. The nimble plane leapt to cruising
altitude. Tom had explained they would be home in three hours, though
with the time change it would be 2AM at touchdown. Melissa paused,
suddenly wary, asking how they'd clean up before facing their husbands.
He smiled, offering each the keyring from their purse, & showing them
the new keys, Melissa's labeled, 'Group Art Supplies,' Kathy's 'Copy
Room,' & explained that he had several apartments in Kansas City, as
well as St. Louis, Chicago, Omaha, Denver, Minneapolis, Detroit, Dallas,
San Antonio, & Vegas, where they could always go to clean up after a
trick. Neither woman considered that they would soon enough be winging
to each of those destinations for the sole purpose of bedding a total
stranger. 

But by then, the drugs had begun to take effect, & as the men in the
more forward seats began to get up-the back of the plane had been
changed from a tattoo parlor to a boudoir-& turn their attention to
their 'hostesses,' both women were becoming visibly aroused. The women
stepped from their seats to meet their admirers in the aisle without a
word from Tom, who sat back to enjoy the coming show. Of course, the
camcorder was on hand, as he was confident the women would put on a
better show than they had on the flight out. The heavyset black who'd
1st sampled Melissa's charms was the 1st to reach her again. Tom smiled,
seeing she remembered the man from the video. "You enjoyed me that much
last time?" she murmured, a hand dropping between her legs while her
other reached for his pants, lowering his zipper. He smiled, showing a
mouthful of bad teeth, but the blonde didn't seem to notice, she was so
lost in the drug-induced desire. "Do you want to do me again?" she
asked, offering no resistance when the man began to lift her dress
roughly. He stopped when her crotch was bare, reaching down to cup her
exposed sex, sliding a finger into her. "Mmm, you already wet, baby. You
wantin' me in you, I t'ink." The man's Jamaican background colored his
voice. The petite blonde's response was a barely audible groan, as she
spread her legs, humping her pelvis against the man's hand. Beside her,
1/2 in the aisle, Kathy was letting the swarthy Chicano Tom had
recruited to 'manage' the girls down South strip her naked with the help
of Robert, the fat little man who had agreed to 'loan' Tom the plane for
his training jaunts, on the condition of his participation. Tom figured
having a token white with an average dick could only help remind his
girls what they would lose if they decided to leave the business. Jacob
had moved Melissa to the super single mattress against the starboard
bulkhead by filling her pussy with his big, bent dick & walking her
backward. As Tom watched, he pulled out, laughing as Melissa whined her
displeasure, scrambling to her hands & knees to suck at his cock,
glistening with her own juices. He encouraged her for a few minutes, as
the other men stripped & began to choose where they wanted to wait in
line, then moved around to thrust into her from behind. Melissa's eyes
were closed, mouth open, & she arched her back, pushing to meet the
twisted cock as it corkscrewed deep into her naked cunt. 

Tom turned, to see Kathy draped over a chair, sucking on Robert's cock
while Jorge sucked at her cunt from behind. As he watched, the big
Hispanic stood, laughing as his cock slapped against the brunette's
clit, making her spasm. She reached back, grabbing his tool & pulling
her against her seam, rocking back to take him into her velvet pussy. It
was another 1st for his newest whore-taking 2 men at once-but Kathy
moved as if she'd been doing it all her life, aware only of the burning
need for pleasure. He looked back in time to see a 2nd black cock fill
Melissa's tiny body, plunging into her open mouth to fill her throat.
Her eyes snapped open in surprise, but closed 1/2 way as she groaned in
pleasure around the shaft, sucking at it hungrily. The cabin was filled
with the sounds of slapping flesh, panting, grunting men, & whining,
groaning women. Jacob & his buddy banged Melissa mercilessly, switching
places only after Jacob had filled her wet seam, allowing her to clean
his shaft off as his friend completed his pleasure & added a 2nd load to
what was already leaking out of her. Robert had cum in Kathy's mouth, at
least in part. Jorge had pulled her up, so that some of the other man's
cum sprayed onto her neck, drooling down her chest. She cleaned the
CEO's cock with seeming delight, gasping, "Yesss!" when Jorge began to
cum into her twitching box. Another of the men then led her to the 2nd
mattress, & within 1 minute of having taken Jorge's load, Kathy was on
her back, letting another stranger bang her missionary style, her ankles
planted at the sides of his fat waist, spurring him on. Another man was
feeding her his meat, & her head bobbed while her body bucked up to meet
the thick cock thrusting between her legs. The next pair to take Melissa
introduced her to double penetration, the less endowed man fucking her
pussy for a few minutes with him beneath her, & her face directed toward
his feet. She was clearly getting off on that, & was disappointed when
he pulled out of her & pulled her back onto his chest, but gasped when
his friend thrust into her open sex, & cried out when the 1st man pushed
into her ass-she hadn't been aware of Tom's earlier ass fucking, & the
pain was nearly sufficient to interfere with the drugs. The man fucking
into her pussy moved up, though, pressing against her clit, & within a
moment, her quiet voice was crying out, begging them to 'fuck her
harder.' The final guest, Tom's tattoo artist, took care of that,
pushing his swollen cock into her mouth. The women were fucked
endlessly, usually by at least 2 men at a time, over the next 3h. When
the captain reported they were starting their descent, each of the 7
visitors had cum twice, leaving a load in each girl's totally filled,
fucked out cunt, & most had painted them with another offering or fed
them their cream. Tom suggested the women 'clean up' & without any other
prodding, they fell into a passionate 69, sucking & licking 1 another
clean. The activity reached a feverish pitch, until it seemed the women
were devouring 1 another. They spasmed in a shrieking mutual climax just
as the plane touched down on the tarmac, & lay panting as the plane
rolled to the hangar. 

Melissa & Kathy were still buzzed by the drug as they dressed somewhat
reluctantly, after taking the 'morning after pills' Tom provided. The
men who had just spent the flight using them offered them a round of
applause, then picked up their bags & exited the plane as Tom helped the
women collect their own meager belongings. He had a final surprise, but
kept that to himself, wondering how the women would react. It was almost
cool outside the plane, & the women stood shivering in their thin
dresses. Tom had waited until the flight crew was off before he let the
girls get up to leave. They stepped onto the small riser in the door,
Melissa stopping short when she saw that the pilots remained by the
plane, watching the door. They seemed to be looking past her, though, so
she stepped onto the concrete & turned, searching for the car she'd
expected would be waiting. Tom was last down the riser, & said loudly,
"Wonderful flight, as usual, gents. Sorry we took so long, I guess
you'll want to get home. Oh, I forgot your gratuity, didn't I," Tom
looked sheepish, "I apologize, men, but I didn't have much luck in Vegas
this weekend. Can you hold on for the next trip?" "Well, Mr. T," the
taller of the 2 said, leaning against the trailing edge of 1 wing,
"That's what you said last time." "& the time before that," his partner
added, "You might be better off giving us your money & letting us lose
it." "Well, gents," Tom held up his hands, "I don't know what I can
offer you. Any ideas?" The pilot smiled, eyeing Melissa openly for the
1st time, "Well, we could hear some of what you had going on back there.
how's about you let us enjoy your girls, there, & we'll call it even?"
Tom feigned consideration-it was the last step, turning a trick in their
home city, & in public, right before going home to their families-then
shrugged, "I guess that's about fair. But you'll have to do it another
night if you want to take them somewhere. they have to get home." "Oh,
that won't be necessary," the smaller man pushed off of his place by the
hangar wall, "We can enjoy them right here!" He stepped up to the petite
blonde, "I think I can enjoy this little bit here on the wing!" Tom
shrugged, "I'll go get the car & come back." 

Then he was gone. The women looked at each other. The drug had worn off,
& each was sore from all the fucking she'd done, but they could guess
there'd be trouble if they said no. Taking the initiative, Melissa
strode up to the athletic pilot who'd been eyeing her, & dropping to her
knees, she opened his flight suit-a different look for company pilots-&
dropped to her knees, sucking at his semi-erect cock. Kathy quickly
followed suit, bobbing her head against the big Midwesterner who'd come
to fly planes for the executive, only to find the fringe benefits were
beyond his wildest imaginings. He looked down, amazed that such a
gorgeous woman would prostitute herself like she was. He also knew he'd
have to take control of she'd finish him before he really got to enjoy
her. He reached down, catching the cascade of ebony hair & pulled the
woman up against his body. She shivered, her body bare from the abdomen
down, since he'd pulled her dress up, bunching it under her arms. He
pressed his body against hers, amazed that she didn't resist at all. He
rubbed his shaft over her naked sex & smiled as her breath caught. Her
hand dropped between them, catching hold of his shaft & pausing long
enough to roll a condom she'd taken from her purse down his length, then
bringing him against her sex, & into her. She lifted a leg, rocking her
pelvis toward him, easing more of his cock into her tight seam. He
looked over, shaking his head as he watched his co-pilot bend the little
blonde over the wing, leaving her feet dangling off of the ground before
he thrust into her doggie style. The brunette's sigh brought him back to
reality. She was rocking against him, frigging herself with 1 hand. He
shifted, catching her taut ass in his hands, supporting her. The minute
she relaxed, he fed his entire cock into her, & she stiffened, breath
catching as her body quaked. The next moment, she was bucking against
him, actually interested in the fuck, not just going through the motions
like a used up whore. He heard the blonde whimpering & looked over to
find his mate had flipped the helpless girl onto her back & was ramming
her in a modified missionary position, still on the cold metal of the
wing. The woman's ankles were crossed behind his back, & she was humping
against him eagerly. 

Headlights washed over all 4 of them, but the women didn't slow at all,
& then Tom had turned the car around. He climbed out of the little front
seat-he always had a different car before his trips, the pilot had
noted, as well as different girls-& leaned back, watching as the women
provided the pilots with their tip. He considered asking his friend to
swap, but just then the brunette groaned & thrust her pelvis at him more
forcefully as she began to cum. Her seam clenched at him hungrily,
spurring him to the edge, then over it. He pulsed into the condom,
wondering what would happen if 1 ever leaked. There was a panting grunt
closer to the plane, & he looked up in time to see his partner holding
himself against the blonde as he came. Stepping back, he did the part he
detested, but that his friend had pointed out was a cheap price to bang
so many different fuckable women. He stripped the condom off, wiping the
cum slicked shaft of in her pubic hairs. His friend went so far as to
pull the blonde down from the wing, & as she tried to stand, cleaned his
cock off in the hair on her head. Both women pulled away abruptly,
smoothing their dresses as if that could hide what they were, & hurried
back to Tom where he leaned by Melissa's car. 

Safely inside, Tom pulled onto the highway, looping south toward
downtown. "I'll show you the apartment, then you 2 can drive home from
there." he maneuvered the nimble sporty car with a skill that betrayed
long hours of practice. The women were silent, reviewing what they had
done, & what they had yet to do. Tom smiled to himself; there was always
a point when his new girls got back 'home' that they'd realize what
they'd done-what they'd enjoyed-& would suddenly wonder if it would be
obvious to their husband; would they ever react to the man they loved
the same way again? Of course, it didn't help that they were sitting
there, leaking several other men's cum, wearing clothes they'd never
have worn in public 48h before. He enjoyed their surprise when the
apartment was 1/2 of a duplex on the hill north of the plaza, near the
hospital. Pointing to the door that was 'theirs,' he handed Kathy the
keys, & promised he'd 'talk to them soon.' He walked up the path to the
door with a woman on each arm, openly groping their breasts, & enjoying
the way both women accepted it, regardless of who was watching. He went
as far as the interior landing, making sure there wasn't already someone
there. It was better to keep the new girls apart from the rest for a
time, until they'd come to terms with what they were doing. Melissa
seemed hesitant to let go of him when he turned to go, & he paused,
asking if she'd had a good time. She blushed, but nodded. He laughed,
asking if she was looking forward to having his cock inside of her
again. She nodded again, reaching for him, & pouting when he stopped
her, telling the women to go clean up. He left the house whistling,
confident that he had 2 more winners for his stable, & wondering if
there'd be more money in selling them overseas. There'd be an
investigation, of course, but no one could tie the women to him. no one
who wasn't involved as well, & the money he'd been offered was almost
too good to pass up. The sheik had a thing about 'marrying' women who'd
already pledged themselves to another, as if it made him a better man.
Tom wouldn't tell him that what made the man was doing the things that
would bring even a woman you were blackmailing back for more. 

Inside, the women scrubbed & douched & scrubbed some more, cleansing
their hair & bodies of the jism forming curds where it had remained.
After checking one another over, & agreeing that the tattoos should be a
drunken mistake when they'd asked a chorus dancer what her tattoo was, &
had been told it was 'Lucky' as if that was a character in Vegas. The
tattooist they'd chosen had had a different idea of who or what 'Lucky'
was, & after Kathy had hers, Melissa couldn't leave her friend so
branded alone. There was little talk on the way home, though each was
scared of what the coming days would bring. How their husbands would
react. if their husbands would guess. if they'd somehow slip up, maybe
putting out like whores instead of wives. if they'd be able to enjoy sex
with their husbands again. if they could wait until Tom called to go
back for more of his enormous cock. if they'd last the week without
being called to serve as a prostitute. if they'd know the men they were
expected to service. & looking at one another, if they'd be able to keep
their hands off of 1 another. In Melissa's drive, the last question was
answered, as they kissed passionately, not caring if anyone saw, though
they were home in their own neighborhood. Having followed them home, Tom
guessed that he had 2 days. 48 h until 1 of the husbands made a move, &
the women missed what he'd given them. Then they'd be his forever. He
smiled, looking at the Polaroids he'd developed of the women he'd had
the week before in Olathe. The redhead was stunning, her friend an
obvious athlete. he had clients who'd enjoy each woman, just as the 2
he'd just added were already scheduled for the next week-their girls'
night out would be working an exclusive bachelor party. Picking up his
cell phone, he booked the plane for the next week, hoping to add 2 more
recruits. 

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