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Subject: {ASSM} Girls' Nightmare Out (Complete) (Revised)
Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 05:10:03 -0500
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Girls' Nightmare Out (complete)		
Rogue Alan, 11/0-9/02, revision 2/03

(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang;
exhibitionism; anal; prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind
control; rape)

	She groaned, aware of harsh light leaking around the curtains
into her face, and rolled to the other side. Her mind registered
surprise-her husband wasn't in bed with her-and 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, and 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 and 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, and 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 and rolled to her feet, staggering
into the bathroom. Her breath caught as her feet touched the cold
tile, and 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 and 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,
and that the pain was minimal-more an awareness of something
different than anything wrong-even when she tentatively reached
up and shifted the ring. There was a drop of something clear and
hard on the bead, and a little experimentation convinced her it
would be better not to try to remove it, as manipulating it hurt,
and it didn't look like the ring was going to come out of the
bead very easily. 
	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. And
what she would be able to tell him. Turning to the water closet,
she moved onto the mat below the stool and sat down on the cold
seat, sighing as she relieved herself. There seemed to be more
fluid than usual dripping into the toilet, and 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, and
that suddenly, the aching she felt and the fullness in her belly
took on a new, horrific meaning. 
	She leapt up, throwing the shower on and 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, scratches, or other marks. She heaved a
sigh of relief, though the fear remained; what had she done?! 
	She climbed out and 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 and 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 and
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's a little sore right now; 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. And 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 and anxiety roiling in her
stomach. She could really drink, she knew, but she'd never been
so drunk she couldn't remember things. And 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, and she
absently began to get dressed. As she pulled her panties on, she
had a sudden thought, and 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 and 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, and wisely foregoing a bra as
well. She assumed she'd left her panties wherever it was she'd
gone to get pierced, and it took only a moment to decide that she
didn't want to call around asking about them; the panties were a
loss and she wouldn't worry about them. 
	Dressed and feeling almost whole, if aware of the different
sensation at her left breast, Melissa poured herself a cup of
coffee and made sure Jeff and her sons were out of earshot before
she wandered into her tiny office and 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 Jeff, which seemed strange,
considering Kathy was outrageously easy going compared to
herself. The phone rang twice-Kathy always waited for the caller
ID to identify a caller-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 no busier than
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. And 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?" Kathy' 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, and 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 one with a plan, the one 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... And you wouldn't believe how expensive it was. $200!"

	"Wow," Melissa wondered how she'd spent that kind of money. Jeff
made good money, and 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 and
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 and Kathy were going
'looking for some things' and to lunch, grabbed her cell phone
and keys, and 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, and
she had to readjust the mirrors as she left their guarded
subdivision and got onto the highway. 
	As she drove, she examined the car for any clue as to what had
happened Friday night. There were none. She shook her head
angrily-Jeff had pointed out they usually did their night out
during the week-but he and the boys had gone to a movie and 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 and her purse. She had a receipt matching the
one Kathy had described to the tattoo parlor; barely legible
writing noting 'tit/lip special' and something she couldn't
decipher. 
	There was also a receipt from a bar she vaguely remembered as
being downtown. The amount wasn't so impressive that she'd expect
to be blind drunk. She resolved to visit the strange bar if she
found nothing else first-it wasn't far from their agreed on lunch
site in 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 and nudged his buddy. She blushed,
wondering why they were staring, and hurried beyond the bar to
the dance floor and booths at the back, looking for someone she
knew.
	She saw Erica, a weeknight waitress filling napkin dispensers,
and after exchanging a somewhat awkward greeting, Melissa
haltingly explained that she and Kathy couldn't remember all that
they'd done the night before and were hoping to find some
answers. Erica laughed that she'd been 'at other bars' the night
before, but told Melissa to wait, and walked over to the guys
behind the bar. 
	Melissa watched as Erica spoke, and felt a wave or relief when 1
of the 2 nodded. The other said something to Erica, then, and the
waitress shook her head, talking for another moment, and
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 and motioned for Melissa to sit in the
booth she'd been working. 
	"Steve and Greg worked the bar last night. They say you and 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 and just come to unwind."
Melissa nodded. Erica shrugged, "They insist you had a drink with
a guy they'd never seen before, and a bit later 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. 
	"Nope. 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, and 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, gripping
Melissa's hand gently.
"Is something wrong?" Melissa managed to shake her head, mumbling
her thanks, and 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 and to her car. Seated behind the wheel, she sat
shaking for several moments, amazed at what she'd heard-she and
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, and a crinkled black plastic wrapper-to the floorboard.

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 on the inside. Clenching the matches in her
fist, she turned onto 75th and a moment later was headed north on
I-35. 

	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 and
women watching her as she entered the place, which even in the
afternoon was dark, with black lights and dim neon lights hanging
from the ceiling in chaotic arrays. 
	She approached the bar, where a bearded man was wiping glasses
and 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 and so was your friend, and 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;
and you 2 shoulda got arrested." 
	"I'm sorry," Melissa stammered again, blushing fiercely, "I'm
just... My friend and 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 anymore? You waltzed in with this big black
guy, had a couple drinks, and flirted with the bartenders and
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, and you 2
were. But I can't have you flashing your tits in here. And I
certainly can't tolerate public sex acts." 
	"Public sex acts!" Melissa's voice rose in outrage.
	"Yeah, 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
bartender waved the rag and glass he was holding disarmingly,
"The guy didn't put up a fuss and you left without any problem
when we asked. So we want you back... just not acting like that."
Melissa nodded, her voice sounding tiny as she spoke.
	"Uhm, was there anything... unusual about our flashing people on
the tables?" The guy stopped wiping the glass and stared at her
as if he hadn't heard. She blushed more deeply, "I mean did you
see did we have any strange 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
and her 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 he'd seemed honest enough. In reality, what he'd told
her-what he'd seen happen-had her so numb with shock that 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, and Melissa was surprised to see that 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 hovering waiter
took Melissa's drink order and disappered. Kathy didn't look up
as she began to speak, 
	"God, Mel. I don't know where to start. We were there last
night; and we weren't alone. There was a black guy with us,
according to the guy in the shop who did this... 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 with us suggested we should get clit
rings, but when the guy in the studio mentioned there was a sale
on 'tits and lips'-doing a nipple and labia ring-the guy said
that sounded good and we agreed. He showed me where we signed. No
waver or nothing; it's our signatures." 
"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; it's like
Super Glue. It fused the ring so it can only be cut off." She
looked around again, and shivered. 
"and we also made a down payment for tattoos. The guy with us
said we 'hadn't decided yet' and that we'd come back in some
other time."
"That's unbelievable."
"I know. I told this guy at the shop that neither of us
remembered a thing. He just shrugged and said we'd 'seemed fine'
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, and went so far as to tell me that based on what
was leaking out of us when he 'pinned' us, he figured we'd
already 'been a round or 2'." There was a mix of humiliation and
defiance in her expression. 
"I asked him how he wasn't surprised that we didn't remember what
we'd done, and he just shrugged and told me that in his line of
work, nothing I could tell him would surprise him anymore. Then
he added that 'at least we'd taken it outside' before we were all
over the guy we were with. And of course he refused to refund the
money; told me to come back whenever we'd decided what we wanted
and where." 
Melissa broke the subsequent silence, relating what she'd
learned-the mention of oral sex and condoms-though Kathy's words
had effectively dashed any hope that'd been all they did; or that
they'd stayed protected. 
	The women were silent through much of lunch, each trying to come
to grips with what had happened. How could mothers and 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' and 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, and whose legs and ass
even Melissa found attractive. 
Melissa was no less fit-both women played tennis and 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 and appraising clear grey eyes, Melissa's blonde
hair reached the small of her back, and 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 lingering over
their time before they had to return home to their lives and the
unknown of the night before. Melissa reluctantly returned to that
topic as she nursed a cup of lukewarm coffee while awaiting the
bill. 
"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. And
our husbands might get suspicious if we suddenly stop after
coming home like..." 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 and 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
and the tattoo payment as a lesson in why we have to be careful."
The women paid the outrageous bill, then spent a blissful hour
shopping before returning home to their families and the rest of
the weekend. 

	Over the rest of the weekend, Melissa was almost able to forget
what had undoubtedly happened at times. She adapted to the
strange sensations of the jewelry rubbing against her clothes,
though underwear remained a no-no. The time she did spend
considering the lost night, she was aware of a nagging suspicion
that she and Kathy were missing something; or forgetting
something. But nothing ever surfaced in her mind. 
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 bar,
shopping or eating out or seeing 'chick flicks' together. Both
women visited their gynecologist to make sure there was no
problem that could be transmitted to their husbands, using the
piercinigs to delay sex until the results were in. And both were
relieved to get a clean bill of health. It seemed like a
potential nightmare they'd managed to mostly avoid.

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, and 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 and 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. They need only
provide a list of desired traits, and he would find the woman who
fit the bill. And the woman's willingness to participate in
whatever his customer wanted was completely optional, thanks to
his little friends. 
	He had used the 'roofies' increasingly as he carved out his
niche and refined his methods. At 1st it'd been procure otherwise
inaccessible women for his own pleasure. But seeing how well it
worked, he'd expanded the use to his business, as well. His
little helpers had made it possible to stop being a small time
hustler and hit the big time in a big-albeit hidden-way. 
	He smiled, considering that in the past 2y he'd established the
premiere 'escort service' in one city after another. And the
girls working for him were predominantly housewives- women who
had fallen into his subtle but so far inescapable trap. Their
behavior was amazingly consistent, which made his work easier and
less risky than it would seem to an outsider. 
After a night with him, during which he made sure they did
outrageous things, the women invariably tried to ignore whatever
had happened to them. None ever seemed to consider that he had
their names and addresses, their credit card numbers and house
keys, their grocery lists and day planners-or at least copies
thereof. None seemed to consider that he might have done things
to... encourage their future cooperation. 
Of course, he seldom needed to use the Polaroids anymore, though
he never passed up a chance to snap some incriminating (to the
women... never to himself) pictures. At his most recent 'home
base' the cheap airfares allowed a more convincing and profitable
means of guaranteeing the women's cooperation. 
Those fares had also made it easier to keep tabs on the
operations he'd left behind, and to begin to spread his 'service'
beyond a single city at a time. He had several wives in his
stable flying to service out of town customers each week. 
	He eyed the crowd in the bar, but not searching for new victims.
He was ready instead to reel in a pair he'd previously tagged,
and so was looking for potential trouble. He knew it was the 1st
time they'd returned since that night, and he smiled again,
remembering the evening's events with a rare fondness-the women
were truly talented, if somewhat uninspired. 
He fingered the vials of crushed tablets in his pocket as he
considered his options. He could let them have their evening
uninterrupted, or proceed immediately. His smile returned-no
sense wasting time. He stepped forward and caught the bartender's
attention. 
"What's tonight's special?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Blue Hawaii," the bartender answered. Tom nodded and held up 2
fingers and 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 before them on the table. 
	"Hello, ladies," he'd pinched a tray from the server's station,
and uncovered a pin approximating that worn by the waiters and
waitresses, and using a circuitous route to reach them to give
him time to add the healthy doses of crushed Rohypnol to each
glass, "The bartender says you're regulars," the spiel was easy
so long as no real waiter happened by, "and this is tonight's
special: the Blue Hawaii. Compliments of the bar," he waved in
the direction of the bar, confident the bartender was busy and
having waited until their waitress was busy elsewhere. 
"That's OK," the brunette began, clearly intent on refusing. He
waved her off. 
"Seriously. Please. You're the prettiest women here. And the
folks who ordered this left. Rick and I can't drink them..." he
forced a smile as he used the bartender's name to prove his
position. He was ready to go to plan B if there was a problem;
the pictures were tucked in his jacket-2 envelopes with the
women's names, addresses, and other pertinent information hand
written on the outside. 
	Instead, the blonde shrugged, taking 1 of the drinks from the
tray as she told him thanks. Her friend-Kathy-followed, and
waving farewell at them, Tom turned, ostensibly to return to the
bar. He circled near the bar but away from the bartender, hiding
the poached tray at his side and flipping his jacket to hide the
nametag at the same time. From the far side of the bar, in a
shadowed corner, 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
while the women finished their drinks.
The brunette was 1st, and Tom took the opportunity to swing by,
again posing as their waiter-the lack of a visible nametag
wouldn't alert either woman any longer. The 1st night was always
harder; he usually had to trail a waitress, adding the drug to
their drinks when she paused to serve another group in the
crowded bar. 
That was the sort of thing that took timing not to get caught and
to get the marks dosed in good time. But he'd had lots of
practice, and that night it'd been especially easy, when their
waitress had paused to jabber with a friend leaving her tray on
the bar.  Then it'd been a simple matter of watching until the
time was right to sweep in and take control of the helpless
women. 
His smile broadened as he remembered how much fun the evening had
been, and anticipating more such enjoyment. Reaching their table,
he checked that their waitress wasn't nearby or interested and
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 at all. 
She nodded slowly, and he smiled and turned away, hurrying to the
bar, where he purchased 3 more drinks, dosing each as he circled
the bar and avoiding the real wait staff. He'd popped a pair of
Romazicon tabs-an 'antidote' of sorts for the Rohypnol-while he
was waiting for the drinks. There wasn't so much he'd get loopy
in these drinks, but he wanted to remain clear headed, and he had
to get the ladies a little higher to really obey him. 
	Instead of leaving their drinks at the table as he'd done
before, Tom sat down beside the blonde and 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 were slurred slightly, as if she'd had several
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, I already
brought you drinks, remember?" Panic sparked behind the blonde's
eyes, but he went on smoothly, leading her off track, "I was your
'waiter' a minute ago? I figured you'd at least let me sit here
during my break 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'd react. The women looked
at each other, before the brunette spoke.
"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 him for a moment. 
"You know him? The guy we were with?" 
"Nah... I mean not specifically. I've seen him around; he hangs
on the club scene; I'd heard he deals in crank and some of the
other illicit pharm, but I don't go for that stuff, man." 
"Would you recognize him if you saw him?" 
"You kidding? I mean yeah, but 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 and on the last couple weeks. He'll swing
through, like he's looking for someone, then leave. 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, and 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. I mean I've seen him there
more than here lately. You should look there. I'll even take
you." As he spoke, he caught the blonde gently by the arm,
lifting her out of her seat. She didn't protest, letting him
guide her out of the booth. The brunette followed docilely
behind. 
He checked to be sure the wait staff weren't paying them any
attention, glad again that he worked with pairs of women. It made
the people in a bar less suspicious when it was more than 1 woman
leaving with him, as well as making the women interdependent- if
1 screwed up, they both had trouble. And it was a built in cover
for their time working for him. 
He maneuvered to the shadowed edge of the bar, staying at least
partially hidden until they were safely outside. "Where's your
car?" he asked. 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 and donning well-worn leather driving gloves,
he got in behind the wheel, adjusted the seat and mirrors to his
liking, and got on the highway, heading downtown. He turned off,
going not toward the Edge, but north to the Municipal Airport.
The change raised no question from the passive women. 
	There was non-stop service from a small carrier to Las Vegas,
and he had plans for his latest acquisitions. With his quiet
prompting each woman called home from the small terminal. He was
pleased when they each got an answering machine-it was easier to
simply direct the message they should leave rather than manage
their end of a discussion. The women dutifully relayed to their
homes that Melissa had 'won' a weekend getaway for two good that
weekend only, and so they'd flown out. And each promised their
husband a 'boys' 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'-his
steadiest customers. Each had paid handsomely to help in assuring
the housewives would soon be his willing, if not eager, whores. 
He carefully plied both women with spiked drinks, keeping the
level of drugs high enough in their system that they were docile
and obedient, but adding a touch of E to keep them conscious and
prime their bodies for the coming action. 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, and 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
mostly lucid while performing. At his urging-off camera thanks to
the 'mute' function-each woman then said for the recording's
benefit, "I want to join the mile high club." That was the signal
for his friends; they quickly moved to 'oblige' the drugged
women, bending them over the seat arms and fucking them hard and
fast, doggie style. 
	The women moaned and groaned at the urging of the men taking
them-it didn't have to be Tom giving the orders. They begged 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, Tom recorded a nice bit where
they lay in the aisle, eating each other clean. 
Then, shortly before they began the descent into Vegas, the
tattoo artist went 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-when-the women Tom 'recruited' were searching for him, as
these had. And his work was truly 1st class. 
Tom prepped each woman off camera, after which they sauntered to
the tiny 'studio' set up at the back of the plane, and 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-and said, "This." 
Kathy went 1st, offering the page Tom had given her. It was a
bastardized version of the mouse, Jerry, from Tom and Jerry,
leering suggestively while holding an oversized erect cock with 1
hand. All of Tom's 'girls' had that tattoo somewhere-he let the
women choose, as addled as they were when they were being marked.

Most often, his soon to be whores just settled back in the chair,
ready for the agreed upon fuck, and letting the tat be placed
down by their pubes. The occasional, especially willful woman
chose an ankle or back or breast. Both of his newest recruits
obediently reclined in the provided seat, spreading their legs
and letting the artist choose where to ink them before he balled
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
trow, and plunge his naked cock into their exposed pussy, sans
any sort of protection. 
He'd just finished wiping the petite blonde's new artwork off
when the wheels hit the tarmac, signaling their landing. The men
smiled and talked to one another, aware that they'd get similar
treatment on the ride home, but from more responsive women. 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 helping
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, and
another 7 or 8 dozen where he'd previously set up similar
outfits, the men had no end of available pussy. 
	He told the women to get dressed, noticing that neither wore any
panties, and 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,
and a prepared suite. 
Once there, he again had them strip, then fucked each of them in
the pussy and ass, making sure to leave a load in each of
them-and recording it-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 and the room's VCR. He left the rough copy and a note
on the television cabinet. He guessed they'd call later in the
morning... he hoped so, since 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 and not blue clock numbers, when she put a
questioning hand against Jeff's back, and 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, and relaxed fractionally when she
realized it was Kathy snoring quietly beside her. Her friend was
naked from the waist up, and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 realized where she was. She saw the
flickering neon names lighting 'the Strip' and knew, but couldn't
imagine how they'd gotten to Vegas. 
"Melissa?" Kathy was awake and starting to realize something was
wrong. She sat up as well, and Melissa turned back, gasping as
she looked back at her friend's naked body. "What's... Oh, God,"
Kathy groaned, 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 and pulling
on a robe. She threw the 2nd to Melissa, who was already
searching the drawers. 
"What about our clothes?" Melissa's voice was a quiet wail. The
women searched the suite, finding none of their clothes, and
worse, none of their other belongings. Kathy saw the videotape
first. Melissa had tried the phone, but the clerk had no idea to
whom the room had been checked or rather would not provide that
information-hotel policy the harsh voice intoned before the
connection died.
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, and a moment later
showed them stripping. Then they were showing themselves off in
front of the camera and the strangers. 
Kathy gasped when the tape jumped again, showing her masturbating
feverishly, the sounds of her moans audible through the speaker.
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, and 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. Melissa rocked silently as she watched the 1st
man take her; a heavy set black with a thick, strangely bent
penis. After a brief but intense coupling he stiffened, thrusting
into her fully and 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 and scrambled into the shower, where Kathy
joined her a moment later. The women were relieved that the
showerhead was detachable, and 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, and 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 it repeatedly at 1st, but by the end, they were
instead 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 the 1st in Melissa was
finishing in Kathy, and the brunette nodded at the screen,
glancing at her friend, "Fred's sort of... prejudiced. 1 look at
this and 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
and gang raped and 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, and
you know those piercings? You won't believe the souvenir I have
now.' He'd have his lawyer in the kitchen and a restraining order
keeping me from 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, and the women sat staring at it for a
moment. 
"What should we do with it?" Melissa murmured.
"Burn it. But there's a copy, of course. We're well and truly
screwed," Kathy brooded for a moment, standing abruptly and
walking to the window, "It's like this is a gilded cage, you
know? I would've 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 and a voice
boomed over the TV speaker. 
	"Hello, sluts!" it said. The camera was on, but it was the
cameraman speaking. They were obviously asleep on the bed where
they'd awakened, Melissa's legs spread and a steady trickle of
cum running down her inner thigh. Kathy was on her stomach, and
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 amazing distance before slipping free of her pucker,
which remained obscenely open, glistening in the camera's light
where his jism coated her sphincter. 
"Now you know why you're sore there," the voice continued, his
smile something they could hear as the camera panned back to
Melissa, zooming on her jism smeared thigh, "and 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 and 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 and ask for
Tom-that's why little Jerry is there by your nice little pussies,
so you'll remember who I am. I'll stop by when you call. And I
wouldn't try to leave if I were you; there are better copies of
the tape, as well as some other pictures..." the camera panned to
the bed beside Melissa's naked flesh and several Polaroids were
held out so they could see images of each woman sucking and
fucking the same gigantic erection, sans condom, in Melissa's
car, "So if you try to get home without money and 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, and 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, and after another moment, Kathy went to comfort her
friend. When Melissa had regained some control, Kathy stood and
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 and smiled. 
"The least we can do is enjoy 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 that act of defiance. 
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Kathy nodded, then shrugged. 
"Who knows... maybe he wants industrial secrets from our husbands
or something." both women smiled in disbelief. Kathy patted
Melissa's bare knee, "Let's just wait and see what he says."

Part IV 
	Dwayne had expected the call to be later, and wondered how or
why the women had gotten up when they had. He'd placed a 6AM
wake-up call, and 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,' and had hung up. Nothing
more. 
	He got up, checked that he'd left nothing to identify himself in
the room, then left, turning and 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, and might openly
oppose 'working girls' on the floors and in their rooms, but they
still wanted to claim to service every vice; it wasn't
coincidence Capone and his cronies had built the city. 
	Dwayne made himself valuable to members of the mafia, the
yakuza, the Russians, Czechs, Poles, Columbians, and
increasingly, Arabs. The latter, while not necessarily crime
families, held women in different regard than the people of
Europe, North America, and even much of Asia. And like the casino
owners, he had yet to meet a top echelon businessman who wasn't a
ruthless son of a bitch. Most of them were more than ready to
sully another man's wife for a little personal enjoyment. 
	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
and 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 considering she was sitting there
in a hotel robe. 
	"You're my guests, of course." He smiled, "Well, that's not
exactly true. Let's say you're now my employees. You provide a
service, and I provide you with clothes, money, exotic vacation
spots, and anonymity." The blonde shuddered, clearly trying to
suppress a sob. The brunette patted her friend's knee and
considered for a moment. 
	"Our husbands will be looking for us." 
	"Is that all you're worried about?" He smiled more broadly, "I
forgot to include it on the tape. You each made a nice phone call
to the machine at your home; you told your other halves you won a
weekend getaway to Las Vegas. This morning a courier will provide
them with bland, nonspecific details, though I'm afraid you won't
be able to get any direct calls out to them. 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. 
	"From before, of course," he nodded, "But this isn't the 1st
time." Neither woman answered. "I know about the last time you
lost a night. I was there when you got those lovely matching
piercings. All my girls have them." Melissa went stiff at that,
and Kathy's eyes blazed. 
	"You were the 1." 
	"Of course. I took you out on the town. You two were quite the
hit, too. I had all sorts of offers and propositions. Of course,
I thought it was only fair to have you show yourselves off to
your admirers, and you were quite willing to do so. You even put
on 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 showed 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 not that night... He enjoyed that in payment for his
services tonight. No, I was the only one who had you that night.
1st with a condom in the bar, then without-once each-outside the
bar before we went to the tattoo parlor. And 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." 
	"and tonight? It is still tonight?" "Oh yes, Saturday morning to
be exact. I waited and 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
information, "So I could reacquaint myself with your many charms.
I happened to know of a jaunt to Vegas, and you were more than
willing to go, even when I mentioned that the price was... shall
we say, 'servicing' the guests in flight, and doing a few tricks
while you were 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. And users are more
susceptible to suggestion. It made it child's play to do whatever
I wanted to do with you." He shifted in his seat, letting them
think about that.
	"Of course, I had to be careful at 1st, I couldn't what I
planned without your husbands getting some clues. So I was
testing things, you see, Since they've shown they can handle
change and a little of the unknown, it's time to get you broken
and in place in my stable." Another lie-he'd have used them
regardless of what their husbands did, but they needn't know
that. Kathy had 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. And sometimes for women to
use. I provide women for strip clubs, bachelor parties, porn
shoots, weekend 'escort' services. 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 why I've
brought you here." 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 you
didn't mean it when they hear you asking total strangers to fuck
you. Or when they see how you calmly traded a fuck for a tattoo.
Imagine what the school board would think, Melissa; or the fine
people at Hammonds, Hammonds, and Bach, Kathy? Your lives would
be ruined." He shifted again.
	"But on the other hand, you do what I ask. I don't impose that
often. And you'll get to live out experiences few women enjoy.
You might find out you enjoy it; those orgasms weren't chemically
induced, you know. 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've taken steps to assure that
either course would lead to your humiliation, and likely wouldn't
touch me... both things I truly want to avoid. And for now I have
your clothes and 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 can be home in bed by
3AM, and even catch a show tonight before we 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 and void, as well. They'll probably arrive
here in your room 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 you. Again, you're both to provide
whatever he asks, and 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. Then it's a
simple matter of boarding the plane for 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. And neither do 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 and I use you as God
intended-no barrier between you. 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 and examining ways to escape. The high rollers... well, let's
say they are intent on pleasing the ladies. I really want you to
be happy doing your jobs. I'll use you if you aren't, but I think
you'll find that enjoying the sex makes putting out easier, and
since there are no strings attached, it can be 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, and 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 room and meal here. Even the trip back can't put
a dent in that level of debt." 
"Then what?" Kathy challenged, "How long?" 
"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 take working for me routinely in a year.
So I don't think you want us to base your service on time. I
prefer to work on a quota system. You do everything-everyone-I
tell you without complaint, and after 10 tricks, a picture goes
away. Or 6 minutes of film. I figure that's about 40 items to
balance. You do 400 tricks for me, and then you'll be in the
black," he smiled at the pun, "Any work you choose to do then
earns you real money. And it's good money. I have 2 girls who
left their husbands and work for me full time, living better than
they did before." That was true, although both husbands had been
total losers. 
"You do what I ask, and I take care of you. No one finds out
about you and this..." 
"Unless we're arrested; or meet someone who knows our husbands,"
Kathy interjected bitterly. 
"Oh, no, we screen for that, and since you won't be standing on
street corners, the police issue isn't a concern." Yet another
lie, but plausible to women unused to life outside of the
suburbs. The women looked at one another, and he let them think
about it before dropping the last bomb. 
"It's up to you two. But if you refuse, I guarantee your husbands
will find out before you can arrange airfare back, and you'll
have to settle this," he looked around the room, "$1200," he
paused, examining the serving cart, "Maybe $1400 bill, as well."
"But these count toward the 400?" Kathy seemed to be getting in
line with the program. He shook his head. 
"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." 
"and it's 400 between us?" Melissa looked at him hopefully. He
smiled, sure that she was used to getting whatever she wanted
with those eyes and pouting expression. 
"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 you periodically, when I have some work for
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 your balance of cock. I think that's fair. 
"Besides, you 2 have it worked out so that at least 1 evening a
week you can turn a trick or two without your husbands suspecting
a thing. Just doing that, you could be done working in a couple
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 and tricking within a
week, and not with someone as nice as me watching out for you.
Try to go home and you'll find your friends consider you wanton
sluts. They wouldn't trust you with the family dog. And your
husbands?" He opened his hands in mock welcome, "You're mine,
girls. But at least I want you to enjoy yourselves, and I'll look
out for you." He stood, "I guess that's about it. I'd better go
so you 2 can get ready."
"Wait!" Melissa chocked and he turned around. She was crying
openly, tears staining her pretty face. "W-what if I can't... do
this?" He reached into his pocket, and withdrew 2 bottles taped
together. 
"I have these if you think you'll need them," he began, taking 1
of each tablets, "This is valium; it'll help you relax and go
with the flow," he held up the other, "Take this just before you
start to fuck, and 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. 
"There's enough for both jobs, including 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's 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, and 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 she remembered 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 a
long time, but when Kathy glanced over, she saw her friend had
gone totally still, though she was still crying. Kathy suspected
if Melissa 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 and went to her friend. 
"Here, hon'. Take this. You have to get yourself together." 
"Or what." Melissa sniffed. 
"Or it could get worse." Melissa looked up and blinked. 
"How could it get worse?" Kathy sighed. 
"Look. We've already fucked him. Or at least, he's fucked us. And
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,
and 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, and
looking up, Kathy could see why. Neither of the men standing in
the doorway was less than 6'2" in height. 1 was significantly
overweight, while the other had acne scars and the look of a used
car salesman. The heavy man was Hispanic, the other man white,
and she guessed he was pushing 60. Both men eyed the women in
their borrowed robes, then smiled as they confidently 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 Kathy watched, he reached down with 1 hand, opening her
friend's robe before the door behind his friend was fully closed.
Melissa stood unmoving, letting him do what he wanted. The
Hispanic man lumbered toward her, bad teeth grinning at her.
	"Let's see what we have," he rumbled, reaching for the knot on
her robe while he was 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 grasp her open robe, and Kathy
managed to look at him as he eyed her naked body. 
	"Such a waste, these tattoos, but the rings," he smiled, showing
his green tinged teeth, a gold cap on one upper incisor, "I like
these, no?" He moved his hand, 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 and suck at her nipple
as his hand moved to tease the ring in her labia before moving
gently over her clit. And 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, and then higher, bringing his mouth to hers. She tasted
cigars and alcohol and 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, and he chuckled, aware of her
response. 
	"Shall we retire to the bedroom, Stephen?" There was a pause,
then, the other man answered. 
	"I think she's ready for that." Kathy 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. He was
kneeling between her legs, lapping at her pussy. As the Hispanic
led the way to the bed his finger still hooked into Kathy's wet
sex, he skimmed 2 of the pills from the counter, deftly flipping
1 to the man he called Stephen, and holding the 2nd out to Kathy.

	"Take this, Morena," he intoned, "You will find it more
enjoyable that way." Kathy did as he said reluctantly, letting
him lead her by the sex to the king-sized bed. Still 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
and straining briefs toward the floor. 
	His erection was modest, maybe 7", and was nearly hidden by the
heavy paunch of his abdomen, but from where she sat on the bed,
it was visible. 
	"Suck it," he told her, and she leaned forward, wishing he'd
left his fingers inside of her, but he couldn't, standing over
her as he was. 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 and swirling her
tongue, pausing abruptly to back away and gasp, 'Condom!' She
couldn't believe she'd started to suck him without making him
wear one. The man sighed. 
	"It was worth the try, no?" He reached to the drawer of the
nightstand, obviously used to Tom's arrangements, and extracted a
black plastic square, "You'll do the honors, of course, chica,"
he intoned. She nodded, taking the package and opening it. As she
moved to roll it onto his erection though, he stopped her. 
	"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 and 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," her John praised, pulling her face against his
crotch again. After another moment, Kathy had again found the
rhythm and was working at his cock, hoping to get him off and
avoid having him fuck her. As she backed off for a breath, 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 on the
opposite side of the bed and rolling it onto his blood-filled
shaft, all the while keeping Melissa turned 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, and knew that
watching her friend would have an effect, as would not being able
to see him. 
	Naked and sheathed in Trojan's finest, he pressed his body
against hers, delighting in the way she shivered, and reached
around to tease both her rings as he joined her in watching his
friend being blown. The brunette had reacted visibly to Paulo's
manipulation of her G-spot, and true to his friend's word, hadn't
asked 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, and sure that she was
ready as well, 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. He set his cockhead against her parted labia, then
slid down through them, over her clit, smiling as the tiny wife
arched her back and stifled a moan in response. 
	He teased her again, then tilted his pelvis, slipping easily
into her velvet tunnel. Melissa whimpered softly, and 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 men's wives. A moment later he
was balls deep in the pretty blonde and began stroking in and
out, reaching around to tease her ringed nipple and finger her
clit as he did so. 
	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, and in
response, Stephen caught hold of her waist and truly began to
pound into her. 
	Kathy had looked over just in time to see her friend's
unconscious submission. As she watched, Melissa turned her head
to one side, pressing against the mattress, eyes closed, mouth
open in obvious ecstasy. Kathy barely registered that the man
using her mouth had pulled away, and let him guide her back onto
the bed, leaving him between her spread thighs. 
	She gasped, attention returning to her own swarthy John as he
set his swollen cockhead against her sex, rubbing up and down.
The sensation was electric; more powerful than she remembered
when Fred was mounting her. She bit her lip at that thought, even
as the stranger slid easily 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 to welcome his thrusting cock. 
	She came hard as she 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 and pulled out of
Melissa, eliciting a similar response. Anxious to feel him back
inside of her, Kathy watched as the other man spun Melissa around
and pushed her gently back so the women's heads were beside one
another. Melissa was rubbing her pussy openly, hips thrusting up
against her own fingers, and Kathy realized absently that she was
doing the same thing. 
	The men moved up between their splayed thighs, teasing them with
their condom-clad erections, slapping down against their clits
and running them through the women's flowing pussies until both
were wantonly begging the men to fuck them. She watched her lover
as he smiled down at her, teasing her relentlessly. Her entire
focus was directed on her need for sexual release. 
	Rubbing against her buzzing clit, the man above her leaned down
and 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, fingers pinching her pierced
nipple and rubbing at her pussy, desperate to get him back into
her. He pressed against her sex, thwarting her attempt to grasp
his shaft and draw him in. 
	"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 and 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 one of the things Tom had wanted
them to do; something about teaching the women 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 need to tell me."
	"T-take it off," she groaned. He shook his head, rubbing
slightly over her steaming sex.
"You take it off." Her eyes went wide, but a second later 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 in fully, pressing in and 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 and 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 and started to tease her, she'd thought she might die if she
didn't get more. He slipped into once, then again, before holding
himself outside and telling her the only way he'd fuck her was
bare. She hadn't understood at 1st, and 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, and when he'd asked
her again, she'd nodded-anything to feel him inside of her again.
He'd stripped the sheath off, making her beg for it before
thrusting into her, driving balls deep, and fucking into her hard
and 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 and pumping her hips 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 pleasure she
was feeling. She was no longer the wife and loving mother being
forced to perform, but an eager sexual creature, craving
sensation. 
Then the tempo had changed; became disjointed. She was aware of
him grunting and panting over her. And then his body had gone
stiff. He'd held himself against her, buried fully 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-he should pull out-but it was too late, and she couldn't
hope to unlock her ankles, much less push him out of her in time.

Her feet fell to the mattress and she tried weakly to stop the
inevitable, even as she shivered in yet another orgasm at the
sensation of his load pulsing into her. 
	The Paulo had taken his time fucking Kathy, giving her time to
feel the way his body covered hers, his belly touching the
mattress on either side of her narrow waist and nearly engulfing
her chest. The weight pressing down on her, locking her in place,
was a strange sensation, but it only built her excitement, 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 and again. She heard Melissa panting
and 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, passively
accepting his every thrust and lunge. She'd just cum again, when
she felt him thrust himself against her harder, holding himself
deep. She gasped, aware of what was going to happen.
"No!" she groaned, pushing uselessly at his chest. He didn't seem
to notice, except to laugh as he exploded deep inside her pussy
again and again. "You promised!" Kathy sobbed, beating against
his chest. He didn't move until he'd finished. Even when he did
pull out, it was only to move his bulk over her pinioned body
until his glistening cock was in her face. 
"Suck it clean, slut," he growled, and suddenly frightened, Kathy
did so without any thought of hurting him. He laughed when she'd
finished, climbing off of the bed and gazing at her sprawled,
naked body. 
"Mm-mmm," he nodded, "You are 1 fine piece of ass." Kathy was
shaking in terror and exhaustion, as she tried to cover herself,
but they'd fucked on top of the comforter and her robe was lost
on the floor. 
	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 and the leering John. 
"You said... you said you'd pull out," she stammered, vaguely
aware that the other man had just pulled his wet, naked dick from
her friend's pussy, as well. Melissa lay panting on the bed,
still oblivious to what had happened. 
"Didn't he tell you not to trust the Johns? Part of your job is
getting the condom on and keeping it on." Melissa's 'date'
answered.
"Don't worry, chica," the man who'd just emptied himself in her
chuckled, "We're clean." He nodded appreciatively, "and 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, eh 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
that fake charming smile, and Kathy shuddered, wondering how she
and Melissa could have ever been so stupid. The flow of semen
down her thigh was a constant reminder of what she'd let him do
to her-not what their pimp had forced her to do. She sniffed,
ignoring the men and hurrying to the bathroom, intent on cleaning
up. 
"Thank you ladies, it was our pleasure," the man called Stephen
laughed as they sauntered into the suite's front room. Kathy
heard the front door open and close and stopped, suddenly worried
that Tom might have yet another surprise in store for them. She
went into the sitting area, and 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 she had done struck home. She reached
down between her legs and winced as she felt the cooling strands
of jism matting her pubes. She sat up, feeling still more semen
ooze from her recently-used sex, and 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, blinking back tears. 
	"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
weaved her way to the bathroom stark naked. It occurred to Kathy
they'd both already been changed by their experience-her friend
had once gone to great lengths to avoid exposing her body to
anyone. She wondered if the changes would be so obvious to their
families, and if so, what their husbands would think.
	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 though neither
was watching it, each lost in her own thoughts. 
	There was a knock, and Melissa sighed, "I'll get it; maybe you
won't have to do anything." She hadn't bothered to put the robe
back on, and a moment later, Kathy heard a gasp. She rushed into
the sitting room, to see a wide-eyed housekeeper still babbling
apologies, and 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 and a note, "Senor
send... Senor say..." she repeated endlessly, then waited as
Kathy accepted the note and tore it open. 
	'Hope you didn't answer in the raw,' the note began, and Kathy
looked around again, wondering if the man had cameras everywhere;
he seemed to know exactly what they were doing. 'Don't assume
anyone visiting your room is a John. Make them tell you who they
are and what they want-at least who sent them to you- before you
open the door. NEVER offer anything. And as I didn'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 and 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 backed into the bedroom. They heard the cleaning woman go
to work 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, and a break at 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, and 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 her 'accessories' sac was a faux-jeweled hair
pin, which Kathy took to mean she was supposed to put her hair
up. She 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. She started to say she thought it was on
backwards, but it wasn't. The deep vee cut past the bottoms of
her blonde friend's breasts, baring her navel and 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've been visible. 
The back of the dress was cut nearly as low, but was held
together by a network of strings, 2 of which strategically
crossed around at the front midway between Melissa's breasts and
navel in the front, holding the dress together. There were glossy
black leather 4" heels, and a silver chain that made Melissa
blush on reading the label, though she obediently clipped it from
her nipple to her labia ring, the metal glittering suggestively
as it snaked along one edge of the open vee of the dress. 
Each woman found tiny stud earrings with the same Jerry character
as they wore permanently, onyx in the ears, and Kathy thought, a
diamond chip at the groin. Kathy replaced the diamond studs
already in her ear, guessing they'd be expected to wear such
crude jewelry whenever they were working, and already considering
another piercing to facilitate things; what was another hole or
two, after all. 
The women eyed each other and themselves, then nearly leaning
against one another, went into the sitting room. The cleaning
lady glanced at them, but gave no sign of surprise, and with that
limited reassurance, they stepped into the hall, each double
checking that their room keys and the crisp pair of $20 bills
each had found in their accessories sack were tucked into the
tiny pocket each had found in their dress, apparently the closest
thing they would have to 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 and escorts, and 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 and headed to the slots. A waitress quickly appeared,
taking drink orders from them, as Melissa began to play 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 she'd chosen was full. She held
steady through several hands, winning, then losing, then moving
even again. The waitress kept track of her, and 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, and was starting to feel the
alcohol. She glanced at her watch before remembering she had none
on, and 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, and looking for Melissa. She
didn't see her friend anywhere. 
She won, banking $120, $5 of which she left the dealer, then
offered the other assembled gamblers, all of whom were watching
her, a smile as she carefully climbed down from the stool and
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, and changed
course, guessing that she'd found Mel. Through a gap in the
crowd, she saw a fat man in a big Stetson that matched his
tailored suit standing at the end of the table, a beefy armed
wrapped around Melissa's shoulder. As she watched, he held the
dice out, and blushing slightly at the attention, Melissa blew on
them, after which the man hurled the dice down the table. There
was another shout, and 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 reached the edge of the table. He offered Mel
the dice again, and 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
their time was getting short. 
	Trying not to hurry, she moved around the table and stepped up
beside Melissa as the cowboy had her blow on his dice once again.
'C'mon, darlin'...' he drawled and threw... another winner.
Melissa smiled and clapped her hands, amazed at the pile of chips
that had grown in front of them. 
"Ahem," Kathy cleared her throat, and both Melissa and her new
longhorn admirer looked her way. "You'll have to excuse us," she
offered her winningest smile to the man, "But I'm afraid we have
to go," her eyes cut to Melissa, who blushed and nodded, turning
to the man. 
"She's right. I have an appointment, but thanks, this was fun,"
she seemed more relaxed than she'd been in the room, and 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 and run." He made no move to let go of Melissa's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, but we have other plans," Kathy shrugged, "Consider
the luck she provided a temporary loan." The man chomp angrily on
his unlit cigar, then puffed out his chest and 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 interrupted
them, asking for final bets and holding the dice out to the
Texan, who'd made a show of raking back most of his winnings-one
handed-as they talked. "Someone must know where to find him,"
Kathy shrugged, looking pointedly at the craps attendant and the
hovering pit boss. The man seemed ready to argue, so she quickly
but quietly added, "Or you can call 1587. I'm sure he can help."
With that, she started to pull Melissa away, but not before the
Texan nodded gruffly, openly sliding several chips into the side
of the open 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 and
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; it 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 you with 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. Great, even; prospective customers, and you girls are
already out there bringing new blood in. 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' and 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. And when he started to
argue, your phone number." There was a pause, and he spoke to
someone in the background, then came back to her. 
"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 and
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-we did all right," she glanced at Melissa who
was staring in amazement at the $50, $100, and $500 chips in her
hands. Kathy guessed there was nearly $2000 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, and then I'd have
been a dog. Or worse. And I wouldn't have gotten this," she held
up the $500 chip. "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. 
"and you didn't even have to kiss him, but he gave you that much
money," Kathy pointed out, "That's not 1/2 bad. Hell, with that
we could cut and 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 paused, and was that quickly quaking with anger; her friend
was right.
"400 tricks, my ass. I think we'd better negotiate better terms
before we fly out of here." Melissa nodded meekly, and followed
Kathy onto the elevator car. 
	They had barely had time to put their winnings in the in room
safe before the door swung open. When Kathy stepped toward the
front room to see if it was Tom, her jaw nearly hit the floor. It
was one 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 and smiling. 
"Tom always has such good taste," he said, offering the same
crowd pleasing smile she had seen on TV. Kathy could only stare
as he moved into the room, closing-and locking-the door behind
them. She realized he held a satchel in one hand, and 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,' and 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 and labia in place-Kathy led the way
back into the bedroom. It had been deftly transformed, lit only
by candles in the corners of the room, a large black spread
thrown over the bed, with 2 roses wrapped in some royal purple
material in the middle. He motioned them into the room with a
flourish that seemed out of place off the stage, and again to
direct the women onto the bed.
"How'd you get in here?" Kathy asked before she did as he'd
indicated. He smiled broadly.
"A trick, you think?" He held up a card, "Alas, no... You're...
shall we say manager provided me with the key to my heart's
desire... or desires, as the case may be." He pointed to the bed
again, "Let's leave the robes there, shall we? Climb onto the bed
now; pick up a rose." 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 being blinded by one 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, and then Melissa heard him approach her
side of the bed. His large hand ran from her armpit out toward
her fingers, raising her arm 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, and putting something around her
ankles. 
	"Shhh. Don't move," he whispered, and then she heard him move to
the other side of the bed. There was the sound of skin on skin,
the pauses as she'd felt when he'd touched her. He shifted from
the foot to the head of the bed, pausing while there was a noise
like he was fixing a clasp or buckle, and then he moved back to
the foot of the bed. 
	"There," he sounded satisfied with himself. "Now all I have to
do is this," there was a sudden pulling sensation. Melissa tried
to bring her arms down and found that she couldn't-she was bound,
arms and legs. She felt Kathy struggling beside her, and knew her
friend was bound as well. "Don't struggle, you couldn't escape if
you could see the restraints," he assured them. "Just lie back
and 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. Then 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 had planned for her. Kathy shifted, and 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 and blindfolded, she
still felt terribly alone. There was the same teasing touch
again, circling her breast, moving over her unpierced nipple, and
just when she was about to move to avoid the tickling sensation,
there was a brief, sharp pain, and she gasped. A small weight
landed on her stomach, and 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 one of you... I must
have 1 of you, and you'll have to ask for it. For whatever I have
to offer. So I'll test you, and we'll see who breaks." 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
erogenous zone in turn, until Melissa was quivering despite
herself. 
	He tugged at the rings, ran a vibrator over nipples and up into
pussy, then repeated the process with a larger, more insistent
device. He dripped candle wax onto them, delighting in the way
they groaned and arched and tried to escape the momentary burning
sensation as it assailed their breasts and pubes. And despite the
pain and humiliation, Melissa felt the tension of her need
increasing, until her body was taut as a bowstring, her sex
nearly dripping with excitement. With need, despite the lack of
the drugs she'd used before. She was glad she was blindfolded;
glad Kathy couldn't see how she was reacting, her body betraying
her. 
	He rubbed something oily into her nipples, then slipped
something ice cold into her frothing pussy and 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 one to ask him to take
her; the one 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, and Melissa thought
she would ask for more-hoped so-but her friend said nothing more.
She heard or felt him moving back toward her side of the bed, and
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 away 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 and 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 and areola.
It was as if a thousand pins were pricking the skin of her
nipple. She groaned again and again, head thrashing from 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, and realized dimly that Kathy had to
endure the anticipation of what was coming more than she did. Not
that the thought eased the throbbing pain in her right breast; it
made it easier to be glad she was the 1st to experience his
'attentions.' A moment later, Kathy writhed, whining and digging
her nails into the sheet as the same treatment was applied to her
friend's 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 body
temperature vibrator was removed, and 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, and laughed as Melissa
hunched against her bonds, 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,
and felt for her friend as Kathy pulled against the restraints
when 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 to her side. "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 and out a few times. She
tried to relax, comparing it to Stephen's, which had been much
larger; he was probably Jeff's size, though she'd never sucked
his cock, before, and the comparison smacked of infidelity. The
man pulled out 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, seemingly intent
on thrusting into her throat. She gagged helplessly. He fixed it
in place somehow, stepping away as she gagged again and again
until her muscles tired, leaving her panting, struggling to
breathe around the object, and trying to relax. 
She was dimly aware she'd been struggling and grunting and
whining, but as she quieted, the only movement she sensed was the
rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She wasn't sure
what he was doing to Kathy any longer but a moment later she
heard her friend groan, "Stop! I need it. God, don't tease me
anymore. Give me your cock. I want it!" Melissa felt herself
smile around the device distorting her lips, her body truly
relaxing as she realized she wouldn't have to endure more. 
	"Oh, so you've broken, have you?" the man laughed, leaning down
over Kathy and 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 2nd dildo gag into the brunette's mouth, delighting
in the way she gagged and struggled; just as the blonde had. 
He reached up, removing the blindfold and 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, and I want you to tell
me how much you need it. I want you to watch," he moved back and
over on the bed, until he was between Melissa's spread legs. He
pulled the vibrator out of her stretched ass, and 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
Melissa more forcefully, "I'm glad I got to sample more of this
delight. Nnngggg!" 
He held himself against the thrashing, wailing blonde, clearly
orgasming. Spent, he pulled out, stripped the condom off, then
casually removed the dildos and the little suction cup devices
that were threatening to cause a hickey on each woman's breast.
He moved around the bed, deftly removing the leather restraints
that had been hidden beneath the black cover, He casually rolled
the women off of the cover as he packed it away with practiced
ease before he finally retrieved the intrusive gags. Both women
were left gasping, almost retching, in a naked huddle on the bed.
He looked down at them as he zipped the case closed.
"I certainly enjoyed that. Remember me to Tom next time, and you
may get to enjoy me again." Without another word he swept out of
the suite's bedroom and the door to the suite closed behind him
within 5 minutes of his cumming. 
	"Think he needed an audience?" Kathy managed when she'd calmed a
bit and her throat didn't ache. Melissa nodded miserably. 
"Too weird." She stifled a groan as she sat up. "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. And then the asshole did it
anyway." 
"At least he didn't take long." Melissa giggled at that. 
"Nope," Kathy smiled in agreement. "and he wasn't that big,
either. I mean, it surprised me when he started to fuck me, but
it wasn't like..." 
"No," Melissa was suddenly sober again, "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." 
"Yeah, this and another 400 guys!" Melissa shook violently. "I
don't think I can do it!" 
"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 this, imagine
what he gets paid to have me used like this. And you saw
downstairs... on one cares what's happening, and some of them
have to know; I wouldn't make it out of the city without his
knowing it. Face it, we're fucked." She pulled her knees up
close, not caring that it exposed her fringed labia and the
glittering ring. 
"You know what I think scares me the most?" she whispered a
moment later, "I might start to like it. Not with pigs like him,"
Melissa 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; she certainly hadn't been interested
in the magician's skills... giving in had seemed the best way to
avoid some pain. Groaning, she stood up. 
"At least we have more time to get cleaned up," Kathy glanced at
the bed, "and he didn't make a mess, so we can go back down to
gamble some more." 
"I don't think so," Melissa shook her head. 
"C'mon," Kathy encouraged, "Just take $50 back down. When it's
gone, we'll come back up. And I promise I won't let you get
snapped up by any rich hillbilly." 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, "We're in this together, we stay
together." She pursed her lips. "We could order room service?"
Melissa thought about it, then nodded, smiling ruefully. 
"But you answer the door." Kathy laughed, then followed her
friend into the bathroom to clean up. Again.

Part VII 
	Melissa gave a short gasp as she led the way out of the
bathroom, still naked, and 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 strangers pump their
cum into you. You'd be getting involved with pimps looking to
turn you over to the Saudi's." 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 merchandise." 
"and you don't?" Kathy countered. 
"Ouch. I already explained. Your dresses and your trip to Vegas
should be ample proof I'm not a total ogre. I'm even paying for
the show you'll see tonight. You're just working off a debt of
sorts. When it's paid, you can leave or you'll earn a fair
percentage, just like any pro." 
"400 tricks is a steep debt plan; we can guess how much you must
get selling us." Kathy was practically spitting she was so mad.
But Tom wasn't about to deny it. Not completely, anyway.
"That's true here, but this isn't you usual set-up. I can't
charge as much back home. The guys don't have the money to burn;
you're not the unique commodity you are here; and there's
definitely more hassle with law enforcement community back home."
He tilted his head, staring at Kathy pointedly, "But you aren't
in a position to negotiate, anyway. 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 at his own joke, "Well, I guess I have... several
times, in fact. But I'm not shitting you about this. You treat me
straight up; I treat you straight up." Satisfied they weren't
going to mutiny he pressed his advangtge.
"How'd it go with Merlin?" 
"The magician? He doesn't have too high an opinion of himself,
does he?" Kathy sniffed dismissively. "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 for you. It's sort of like
they want to be so good you get off just letting them put their
dick in your pussy. And yes, he's like that. He isn't much of a
man, either, according to the other girls," Tom shrugged. 
"But that, among other things, is a nice example of what you can
expect from most of your tricks. They won't be equipped like my
friends and I; it'll be regular Joes, no bigger or better than
your husbands." 
"Except they know they're banging another man's wife." Kathy
wasn't ready to just agree with him.
"True. At least, we assume that's a difference from your
hubbies." He smiled at the anger that triggered and waved his
hands defensively, "Let's not fight. I'm sure your husbands love
you. Just like I'm sure that I want you to enjoy your time with
me." He tilted his chin down, eyeing them like students.
"What else were you supposed to learn from that last trick?" 
"Um, not to let people surprise us?" Melissa ventured, holding up
the blindfold that had apparently been left as a souvenir. 
"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 uses restraints or whips or chains or any of the other
weird shit some pervs want to use unless I say so. I'll screen
most of the shit out, but don't ever drop your guard." He leaned
forward, bringing his hand in front to rub them as if
anticipating something wonderful. "Now why is it that I came up
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; I just don't
think you remember it. 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, and
suddenly he didn't sound so boastful. Tom saw the change. 
"Oh, so maybe you remember more than I 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. "Seriously. Don't be
embarrassed. I want you comfortable like that, so you're
comfortable doing your jobs. That's also part of why I want to
know you inside and out, so to speak." He pushed his pants and
shorts to his knees, kicking them free as the women stared at him
in amazement, "I'm not kidding when I tell you if you let
yourselves you'll enjoy this." 
"Oh God," Melissa murmured quietly. "I think I need the drug." 
"That's fine, for now," Tom shrugged, "Plenty of time to be real
when I'm 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, and 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, and 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 was hard. 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 and something
else. 
She moved to the side, kissing and licking along the shaft while
Kathy planted a kiss on the bulbous head, and trailed her on the
opposite side. Melissa felt a strange thrill whenever her
friend's lips touched hers, and 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 it'd felt having him inside of
them before. That was something he'd never learned to predict. 
He was already nearly hard when the blonde seemed to sense the
underlying desire-not for him but her friend-and abruptly
shifted, moving to the top of his erection and 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, and was doing an even
better job while conscious of her actions, albeit in part to deny
that she had lesbian urges as well. 
He wondered for a moment what her husband would think the 1st
time she inadvertently offered him oral sex. Most men didn't give
it a 2nd thought-they merely assumed their overwhelming virility
had finally breached the taboos of a religious upbringing.
Melissa came up for a breath, and Kathy dove onto his shaft like
she was starving for cock. They were bobbing and slurping at him
eagerly by then, any thought of what exactly they were doing
banished by their unacknowledged mutual desire and their bodies'
memory of what he'd done to them before. 
He caught Melissa under her nearer arm, pulling her up to him and
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 on one side as the other hand dipped between her legs to
her pink center. She shivered, pressing herself against his hand,
and 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, and 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 and 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 and out of Melissa's clutching pussy,
and 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 and offering her
sex to him. He moved from between Melissa's legs, still fingering
the blonde steadily, a thumb against her clit, and began lapping
at Kathy's sex, reveling in the different taste and texture
compared to her friend. Kathy built as quickly to 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 and 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 and 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 and murmur her delght, the
movement pressing her sex more closely against her friend's face.

	Tom was 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,
feeding his cock to a willing Melissa again. She sucked
feverishly at him, heedless of her friend's juices now coating
his shaft. A moment later he moved back into Kathy, smiling as
the brunette's jumped in anticipation, and pressing forward to
that same point before getting the same reaction he had the 1st
time. Kathy's breath gusted into Melissa's sex, and he expected
the blonde at any moment to force her dripping cunt against her
friend's face. 
	After pausing inside of Kathy for a moment, he backed out again,
but fucked in and out easily, stopping each stroke just at the
point Kathy began to tense. After a minute, Kathy's reaction had
eased. And soon she was groaning, hips moving as much as
Melissa's torso allowed to meet his strokes. He put pressure on
her clit with each outstroke, stopping again after another minute
and letting the blonde work on his shaft while he reinforced his
own rigid self-control. 
	He was amazed to see that Melissa was taking him into her throat
with each stroke, sucking on 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,
and the brunette's happy groan as he moved into her drooling sex
again. This time there was no resistance when he hit the mark,
and 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 and she'd cried out in surprise, the sound
delivered directly into Melissa's pussy. While the keening whine
was still audible, the blonde's gasp was masked Kathy's cry, and
then Melissa had rocked back, planting herself firmly on the
brunette's face. By the time Tom backed out an inch 15sec later,
Kathy was openly eating her friend's pussy. He fucked in and out
of Kathy's sex for awhile, pushing slightly deeper with each
stroke, until he felt Kathy hesitate again. He backed off, but
picked up the pace, quickly building her past the point that she
cared what he was doing. Catching Melissa's attention, he pointed
to his cock and 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 Melissa to Kathy'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 and eagerly
sucked Kathy's clit into her mouth. The brunette cried out her
pleasure into her friend's pussy, and Tom chose that moment to
drive his cock balls deep, holding himself there as Kathy's cunt
spasmed again and again. She groaned for long moments, the noise
muffled by Melissa's pussy. When her climax had eased, Kathy had
taken his massive foot plus length in its entirety. 
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 and easing fully 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 and out of her sex. Kathy bent her
knees, dropping them wide and pumping her pelvis up to meet his
strokes, groaning each time his bulbous cockhead clipped her
cervix to push up and 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-and with
patience, he was delighted to find her cervix was still pliable.
	She groaned at the increased discomfort and at the short
stroking that he ws using to accomplish his goal, but after
another handful of minutes, the groans had changed in pitch, and
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. And then it happened; resistance
dropped off, allowing him in deeper-not the balls deep he'd been
before-into the heart of 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,
was biting her lower lip, hips gyrating beneath him, her breath
whistling as she calmed slightly from her last climax. She nodded
below Melissa's dripping sex. "You know where I am?" he teased,
"1st I fucked you deeper than anyone else ever has; now I'm up
inside your womb." She stiffened in shock. "That's right," he
smiled, "I'm right up through your cervix. That's what feels so
tight, baby. Now fuck yourself on my cock," he ordered, "Fuck
your womb on daddy's black meat." Melissa's eyes were 1/2 closed
eyes from her friend's tonguing. Kathy wanted to refuse he could
tell, but as he shifted, bringing the base of hic shaft against
her clit, she shivered, then 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, and caught
Melissa's attention, "Hear that? Hear how much your friend loves
my cock? Your turn's coming." Melissa arched her back, pre