Monday, at work, I discovered that there had been a round of pink slips handed out quietly on Friday at the end of the business day. My job was apparently sacrosanct -- even without Tony's sudden approval of everything I did -- but others weren't so lucky. Women seemed the hardest hit -- something I again attributed to good ol' Tony and his chauvinism. Well, there was nothing I could do about it.
The girls had a gig Monday night; they prepared for it during the day by going out to get licenses. As it turned out, the job turned into a straight cleaning gig when the guy's girlfriend showed up; to add insult to injury, the girlfriend made the guy tip the girls anyway in a fine show of feminine solidarity. The girls were amused, rather than upset, and I had to agree -- if he was fooling around on his girlfriend, even with a hooker, he probably didn't deserve her. Or she wasn't putting out, which might mean she didn't deserve him... Either way, they probably wouldn't go much farther. I'm not female, and I know that guys like a little variety occasionally -- but if he was tired of the chick already...
Tuesday night Manny called for Luz; he'd been getting attention at work, but as he put it, "Those chicks want me to take them out and blow a couple of hundred on them and then give me a peck on the cheek. If I'm gonna blow a couple of hundred, I might as well get something for it. Besides, I like having a clean place..." I charged Manny for two hours worth of cleaning and Luz stayed the night; she liked Manny. I wasn't in the business of dictating the girls' rate structure, so if she didn't want to bill Manny by the hour, it was no skin off my nose.
Wednesday afternoon I got an odd phone call. It was Cheryl Thorndyke, a twenty-something chick in the Telemarketing Department who'd gotten a pink slip the previous Friday. "Don? I hear you have a cleaning business on the side -- are you hiring?"
I frowned at the phone. "What else do you hear?"
"Never mind. Look, I dunno -- we're just getting off the ground..." I muttered.
"Please? I have two little girls... I can't do even a week without money."
Cheryl was kind of hot; she was black, I guess -- but her momma had probably been white. She had green eyes -- very exotic. She had medium brown skin, freckles, and was big and very curvy, but not overblown anywhere. She was a lot of woman. But... "Look, I really don't know if you would fit in with the other girls. I provide some basic services, but beyond that, they're more or less independent contractors."
"Could we talk about it?" Cheryl sounded desperate.
I sighed. "Yeah, call me back in a couple of hours and I'll see if I can set up an interview."
"Thanks, Don. I always knew you were a jewel..."
I hung up thinking, 'If you knew that, why didn't you say something?' I called Darla. "Hon, I got a call from a woman I know who just got fired. She's looking for work, and thinks I run a cleaning company."
Darla chuckled wryly. "You do, Boss -- we just clean more thoroughly than some."
"Yeah, well..." I sighed. "This could be delicate. She's desperate, you know? I hate to tell her no, but who knows what she'll think of the setup?"
"Let us handle it, Boss. You bring her in and we'll do the interview. We'll break the news and keep you out of it unless she seems cooperative. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay." I'd been hoping for similar.
Cheryl was back on the phone about four-thirty. "Don?"
"I run the business out of my apartment -- does that bother you? I don't want you to think I'm luring you into something..." I explained.
Cheryl gave a funny little grunt and said, "No, that's no big thing. After all, we go out to clean, right?"
"Exactly." I gave her my address. "Say, six? I need to get home..."
"She's pregnant! They both are!" Cheryl pulled me aside to hiss after having shook hands with Darla and Luz.
I rolled my eyes. "I got them that way -- um, that is, they came to me that way. I'm not the father..." I shook it off. "I'm going to let the girls do the interview; if things work out, I'll go into all of the HR stuff. You have a car, right?"
"Yes." Cheryl eyed the girls, who'd withdrawn a bit to give us a moment of conversation, but who were obviously evaluating Cheryl from a looks standpoint. "Any idea what will work?"
I pursed my lips. "Honesty. Don't play to them and don't make promises you can't keep. They're going to want to be able to rely on you. I'm going into the kitchen. Want some coffee or a soda or something?"
"No, I'm fine..." Cheryl looked over at the girls and Luz waved and it was on...
I sat in the kitchen area waiting to hear a screech -- but it didn't come. Instead, Cheryl came in to the kitchen area and knelt in front of me and started working at my belt. "What's this?" I asked.
"The second part of the interview," Darla replied from the doorway. "Cheryl passed the first part."
Cheryl looked up from where she was working on my pants, "Hooking was on my list for next week, Don. I need money, bad! This is a good deal... Lift your hips, Honey." I did so and she lowered my pants and underwear past my instant boner. "Shit! You don't need an old lady, do you? If I'd known you had THIS..."
Darla chuckled. "She's got the talk..."
"Hell, I'm serious! If word of this thing had ever hit the Ladies Room at work..." Cheryl palmed my balls and slid reverent fingers up and down the shaft of my diamond-hard meat. "You should have a woman, Don."
"Got two..." I croaked, nodding at Darla and Luz.
"Not for long, I bet," Cheryl lapped the underside of my glans. "You should have been taken care of steadily coming out of high school!"
"We don't get to carry a sign that says 'Hung,'" I croaked as Cheryl lowered her lips over my cock.
Darla came up and knelt beside her. "Don't wear your lips out. Let it go in and suck as you come off. If you suck on the in-stroke, you just bang up your lips." Darla spent the next five minutes giving Cheryl pointers -- but from my perspective, she had natural talent. I blew a BIG nut for a guy having regular service. "That's passable," Darla graded the effort. "Don't swallow a john's load. In fact, you may need to work on blowing a john over a rubber. Donnie's another matter, though."
"Yeah, he's the boss," Luz interjected. "Boss gets full service!"
"Why don't you get naked, Hon?" Darla directed. "Do you fuck as good as you suck? What about anal? Do you suck pussy?"
Cheryl stood and started coming out of her blouse. "I think I fuck okay. I've done anal a couple of times, but..." She wrinkled her nose.
"You have to clean yourself out, first," Darla advised, "and lube up a little. There are tricks of the trade, but practice makes perfect. Anal is the top tier of what you might call 'normal' service -- meaning it's mainstream, not kink. You want it in your bag of tricks, since you can charge the most for it."
Meanwhile, Cheryl finished undressing and I got to enjoy an eye-level view of her furburger. "We're gonna want to trim that, but not lose it," Darla told Cheryl, eyeing her bush. "You're not the 'smooth as a baby's ass' type like I am. Shaving it all off would actually look worse than having something neatly trimmed there." She cocked her head. "What about my other question?"
"I haven't," Cheryl croaked.
"Sucking some john's girlfriend's pussy while he pokes you is in the 'kinky' tier -- and from a price standpoint, the sky's the limit," Darla advised. "You need to learn. How long have we got? Where are your kids?"
"The neighbor is watching them." Cheryl replied. "It's a tit for tat thing -- and I have a little credit."
"Call her and tell her you're in -- but you need to stay for training." She turned to me. "She IS in, right?"
"She passed your interview and she did pretty well on the blowjob test," I replied. "I don't want to saddle you with her if you don't think she'll make it..."
"She'll be fine," Darla replied. "You're not the Armenian, but we may need you to get tough a couple of times to see how she handles it. Luz, why don't you take Cheryl into the bedroom and show her how to eat pussy? Make the phone call, first, Hon."
Cheryl stayed until ten, learning the rudiments of hooking from a couple of experts. I did her ass and her pussy and they were both fine from my point of view, but Darla and Luz had comments to make and instructions to pass; Cheryl sucked it up like a sponge. In the process, the girls let their hair down and told Cheryl how it was -- and I accrued enormous respect from Cheryl. "You're one in a million, Don!"
"Nah, there's a sucker born every minute," I retorted.
"Knights in shining armor come around less often," Cheryl argued.
"Let me know when you see one," I replied. "I went looking for a hooker that night."
"For Manny's birthday..." Cheryl cocked her head. "Is he hung like you?"
"Not as big," Luz replied, "but big fat head. Like plunger." She mimed using a toilet plunger on a toilet. "Very good!" All the girls laughed.
When Cheryl was gone, we all climbed into bed and cuddled up. "Cheryl can be big money, Boss," Darla opined. "She's very hot and exotic looking."
"Well, she has yet to stick her hand out asking for money," I replied. "When it comes down to actually doing it, she might get hung up." I shook my head. "I can't believe I'm actually leading women to prostitution."
Darla laughed. "You're not, Boss -- we are. You're being Mr. Nice Guy, as usual."
I grunted. "When is it going to soak in enough that you decide it's time to roll all over me?"
"Are you kidding, Boss? This is the best gig I could ever get -- right, Luz?" Luz nodded. "Why would I want to get all greedy and screw it up? I'd be dead right now -- and instead we're on track to be all set when the time comes to have our babies..." She snuggled up a bit. "You catch us doing something like that, remember that you OWN us and slap us around a little as a reminder -- we'll straighten up and fly right..."
"Okay." Like I was gonna do THAT!
Thursday I got home to find all three women present -- and two little girls, to boot! Donna was five and Faye was three; Luz was to watch them while Darla took Cheryl out on her first call -- which was supposed to be a 'standard' cleaning job (and fuck). Luz didn't have a lot of work to do; after gazing at me with big eyes for about thirty minutes, Donna diffidently crawled up onto the couch beside me. Faye wasn't satisfied with that; she crawled onto my lap. After that, neither was happy unless they were in tight. Luz wandered off and made supper and waddled around cleaning up, her duties as babysitter taking a back seat to other things as it became clear that the girls weren't going anywhere.
Darla and Cheryl wandered in, jubilant, after three hours. "Cheryl got to see the benefit of girl-girl action," Darla related, "She took the cock and gave some pretty decent tongue and everybody was happy!" They had five hundred bucks out of the deal -- one for 'basic services' and four for add-ons. I took the one hundred in to put against the invoice; Darla handed Cheryl two and kept two -- but handed them to me. Cheryl watched, her head cocked. "Maternity fund," I related. "It's under the table, but it's the source of the creature comforts. It isn't my money -- it's theirs and they can do anything they want with it -- I just hold it." Faye, perched on my lap, grabbed a bill from my hand and examined it owlishly.
"What's this?" Cheryl asked, waving at her girls.
"I was going to ask you!" I retorted. "Suddenly, they just glued themselves to me..."
Cheryl pursed her lips and shook her head. "Donna hasn't seen her daddy in years, and Faye never really has had one."
"Other guys?" I asked. Cheryl shook her head. "I just have 'sucker' tatooed on my forehead, I guess," I muttered.
"You didn't look like you were suffering, Boss," Luz ventured.
"I'm not," I agreed. "But I don't know if I want to be the primary babysitter. I don't know ANYTHING about taking care of little girls..."
Cheryl shrugged. "They're both potty trained -- there isn't much left but entertainment, and you seem to have a lock on that..."
"Let's eat," Luz announced. "It will get cold."
Cheryl didn't leave -- and neither did Faye; she ate off my plate, making a fine mess. I didn't have it in me to get excited. Talk came around to the scheduled second card party at Mike's on Friday. "There may be a woman present," I pointed out. "How bad is that? Will you be embarrassed, Cheryl?"
"If Darla and Luz can handle it, I can follow their lead," Cheryl assured me. "It'll be a little embarrassing, but I'll live. For a couple of hundred bucks a night, I can put up with quite a bit!"
"Nobody has said anything to Mike," I pointed out. "Who is going to handle that?"
"I will," Darla replied. 'I'll offer him a discount on Cheryl and explain that she's in training -- that okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Just don't go wild..."
Luz grinned. "Boss, this will be big, I think. We can handle it. Sometimes, you give a little and get a lot more..."
I nodded. "Your call."
Darla wandered off and came back in ten minutes. "Mike is thrilled to death! He's got eight players, plus the wife, and was concerned that the two of us would be unable to handle things!"
"What did you offer?" I asked.
"Fifty percent off the basics -- just for Cheryl. If she covers her end for the extras, it's full price; if there are problems, we'll suck it up."
"Mike says you can come," Darla related. "Only he knows that you're the source of the entertainment -- and he can leave it like that. You can be another player. That way, if there is a problem..."
"There will be no in-house babysitting," I pointed out.
"I can get the neighbor to cover," Cheryl declared. "I think I'm more comfortable with you there, Don."
"Okay, then," I nodded, shrugging. Actually, I wanted to see the girls at work...
Friday, I paced myself at work and tried not to get into anything too taxing so I would be prepared for the evening. The girls left before I did; I got a quick nap on the couch. Darla and Luz, at least, were used to night work...
I got there a bit after seven -- and I wasn't the first. All three of my girls were in their abbreviated maid frocks -- apparently, they'd supplied Cheryl during the day at some point. Mike hustled over to me and hissed, "When did you put Cheryl on the payroll? Holy shit!"
"Very recently," I replied, shrugging. "She was a victim of last week's wave of pink slips, or she wouldn't be here."
"I always wanted a piece of that..." Mike mused, ogling Cheryl.
"I guess you will, then," I chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess I will..." Mike wandered over to Cheryl and put his hand on her butt under her skirt. "You look real familiar..."
Cheryl's eyes got a little haunted, but Darla shot past, saying something in passing. Cheryl came up with a tremulous smile and said, "If you had fantasies..."
Mike grunted. "Yeah, I did -- serious ones. You be sure and save me some, Honey."
Cheryl's smile became more genuine. "I will -- I promise!"
We had to play at Mike's dining room table -- the poker setup couldn't handle us. About eight, this guy Ted came in with his wife Evelyn -- whose eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she saw Darla and Luz. Mike played up, "So, what's goin' on?"
Ted -- who was kind of wimpy looking and balding -- suddenly grew fangs. "Evelyn hasn't been too forthcoming since she started to show. She says pregnant women aren't sexy and don't do sex. I bet her this month's household allowance that pregnant women ARE sexy and that they DO sex. If she loses, she has to do what they do..."
Darla eyed her, hands on hips. "You're in trouble, Honey!" Evelyn, a slightly pudgy redhead, gulped.
"That seems kinda harsh," I allowed.
"I haven't been laid in four months!" Ted snapped.
"I withdraw my objection," I replied. Evelyn rocked in place.
"You lose, Honey," Darla said gently, "in case you don't know it."
"But I'm all fat and..." Evelyn whined.
"I've got a couple of months on you," Darla replied. "Mike, what do you think of pregnant chicks?"
"They're hot," Mike replied. "They're, like, in production. I fuck pregnant chicks -- I've fucked BOTH of these..."
Darla turned to look at me, "Donnie?"
"Beautiful," I replied. "Something about having a new life growing in them gives them this glow..." I eyed Evelyn. "I've fucked them both, too -- recently."
"Give up?" Darla asked. "Or do you want to wait for the other six or seven guys? I think you ought to put on the uniform..." She took Evelyn by the upper arm and urged her toward Mike's bedroom; they were discussing things urgently but quietly as they went out of sight.
Ten minutes later, Evelyn had her own bra and tutu. Cheryl sidled up and whispered, "With her drawing fire, I've got no worries."
"Yeah, no kidding," I chuckled. The other arrivals tended to go right down the list -- which meant that Evelyn got fondled, too. Ted seemed to be carefully not watching out for her. It was no doubt abundantly clear that she'd lost the bet... I was surprised that she wasn't screaming -- but she seemed to have this coiled-spring look to her. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when she let go, but it was bound to be interesting.
We started out penny, nickel, dime -- which sort of surprised me -- but Mike said it was to let everybody settle in and get used to the rules and whatever. About nine-thirty, Mike looked up and said, "How about some titty, girls? Guys, we're going to quarter, dollar, five -- anyone got a problem with that?"
Somebody mumbled, "About time!" and I don't know whether it was over the rise in stakes or the women pulling off their bras. Evelyn, who had been wearing a rig that exposed her nipples like everyone else, got a certain 'deer in the headlights' look on her face, but Luz stepped behind her and undid her bra. Darla glanced over and said, "You realize this is only Act One, don't you, Honey?" Evelyn blinked at her, holding the bra in one hand; the cups had fallen forward, exposing her breasts, anyway. She was a redhead -- did I mention that? Freckled, too, with that puffy look they sometimes get. Pregnancy had sized up her pink areolas something huge. She looked at Ted, who sat back and crossed his arms. She shuffled the thing off, but scuttled around to her old man and whispered to him urgently. He whispered back, but I could read his lips... "Just do it."
"You're the one who insisted that you're a fat old sow and not sexy," Ted rumbled, loud enough to be heard. "Why don't you ask around for opinions?"
Evelyn raised her head and gathered herself visibly, then turned to the guy on Ted's right. "Am I sexy?"
"Incredibly," the guy (Mort?) said. "Ted is a lucky motherfucker. I love your hooters." Evelyn blushed scarlet. She glanced at the next guy, who said, "I bet you're a natural redhead -- that's hot..." She shifted her attention to the next guy, and I saw Mort reach over with his left hand and run it up her leg under her tutu. Evelyn sucked in a breath and Mort announced, "She shaves it."
Evelyn looked from Mort to Ted -- who nodded confirmation. "She's natural, though." Evelyn gave him a significant look, but Ted said, "Do you remember what you agreed to? Surely you didn't go into this THAT certain of winning..." He picked up Luz with his eyes; Luz was bent over between two players on the far side of the table and each of them was playing with one of her round brown jugs.
"I... I..." Evelyn gabbled. Darla sat on some guy's lap at that point, picking up his hand for him. Cheryl , noticing the gambit, did the same with another guy.
Mike stopped shuffling and stepped in, "Guys, Evelyn is Ted's old lady -- I don't see him sharing anything more than a little feeling up. Save the rest for the other girls."
Evelyn got this look on her face, and I knew it was time; Mike had pulled the trigger. She sucked in a breath and said, "No, I promised to do whatever they did."
Mike sucked his teeth. "You might want to limit yourself to Ted, though. These girls all fuck -- don't you girls?"
"Uh huh," Luz agreed. Darla and Cheryl merely nodded.
"When the fucking starts, you'll probably want to stick to your old man," Mike noted.
"Should I?" Evelyn turned to Ted. "Should I really?" she challenged.
I realized that this was the confrontation I'd expected since they walked in the door. It wasn't necessarily headed in the anticipated direction, but the storm had begun. Ted rose to the occasion with, "You haven't been interested in doing anything with me..."
Evelyn turned back to Mike with her blue eyes steely. "We'll see when the time comes." She turned to Mort, "Want to touch them?" Mort glanced at Ted, but he was in no position to back down, so he nodded; I started wondering if his kid would be born into a broken home. Evelyn crawled into Mort's lap and picked up his hand, emulating Darla and Cheryl.
Mike shrugged. "Let's play cards." For the next hour and a half, the girls -- all of them -- made the rounds, and those of us not currently engaged pretended they weren't a distraction. Evelyn worked hard at being as aggressive as the other three. Yeah, I played with her ass and cupped her titties; there was no reason not to, if everyone else was and she seemed to want it, for whatever reason. I even let her hold my cards while I rubbed her little bare pussy; I did it with the other girls, and she wasn't shy about opening her legs. In fact, she was pretty wet by the time she got to me...
About eleven, things got serious. Mike made the announcement, "We're going to five, ten, twenty-five. Lose the skirts, girls -- we wanna see skin." Evelyn didn't blink; she tossed her tutu on the coffee table with the rest and went back to the guy she'd been parked on -- which was Mike, actually. You didn't have to look hard when she settled back on his lap to realize that he had a couple of fingers in her split, either. She watched Ted, daring him, but Ted just looked back, apparently unruffled. I got up to piss out a beer and Ted took the break, too, right after; we met at the bathroom door as I was coming out. "This gonna be all right?" I asked him.
"Yeah," Ted nodded. "Ev used to be a bit of a party animal, but when we got married, she started pretending to have morals or something. She got stiffer and stiffer. I didn't ask her to; she just got this idea in her head that she needed to be all stuffy. It got to be irritating -- especially after she got on the 'I'm too ugly to fuck' kick. Worst case, she'll really let go and she'll be all remorseful tomorrow -- which I can play my way."
I shrugged. "Okay, Man." I went on back to the table.
The stakes were pretty serious now; I was playing cautiously and would probably just be bled out by antes before I made a score -- which was okay with me. There would be a couple of hundred on the table during a hand, minimum -- which was pretty rich for my blood, but Mike just winked and grinned and said not to worry.
About a half hour into this phase, things got REAL interesting. The bet came around to Mike and he announced, "Raise a blowjob."
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