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Chapter Nine

Saturday, October 18, 1958

Johnny walked into the Robin Hood Room at two in the morning. Sam had already cleared almost all of the stragglers from Johnny's stag party out of the room. Kitty was busy with the last two men in a corner, on her hands and knees, one pumping away at her mouth, one pumping away at her ass.

Maeve was nowhere to be seen. Johnny gave a nod at Alex who was packing his camera gear. Before getting dressed, naturally; his slight naked form danced around his boxes and bags. Charles was by the door behind Johnny. Michael was missing. The two at Kitty were finishing up; Sam wiped the center table clean. Alex was done packing. Johnny took another step into the room when the door slammed open.

"Damn you, Johnny." Maeve stepped gracefully into the room. "Where were you?"

Johnny turned slowly around. "You look beautiful, Maeve." He touched her bare shoulder. Michael followed her into the room; he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, watching the two of them.

"Beautiful my foot. Where were you?" She shook his hand off her shoulder, moved past him. She walked toward Kitty, still on her elbows and knees, her head touching the floor, short blonde hair fanning out from it.

Johnny watched Maeve, tall, black haired, impossibly beautiful, walking slowly across the room. Her pink cocktail dress was unzipped at the back, a large dark stain covered a portion of the lower half. Maeve was barefoot, her burgundy pumps hung swinging from the fingers of her right hand.

Michael followed Maeve, quiet, not saying hello to Johnny.

Maeve knelt by Kitty and laid her left hand on Kitty's back. Maeve softly stroked her, speaking so low Johnny couldn't hear her.

Johnny looked at Charles, turned and walked across the room to the three. Kitty knelt now, beside Maeve. She smiled at Johnny, turned and kissed Maeve. When Johnny reached them, Maeve and Michael had Kitty on her feet.

Maeve glared at Johnny. "It was your stag party. We worked our butts off to do something special for you." She turned to Michael. "Why don't you help Kitty wash up?" She turned back to Johnny. "We worked our butts off to do something special for you. And you up and take off."

Johnny watched Kitty as she walked past. She winked at him, then leaned against Michael. She was slender, thinner than Maeve. She had narrow hips, modest breasts. She was a feisty lay. She had thick trails of cum sliding down her legs, her lower face and breasts were wet and slimy. She walked, leaning against Michael, toward Charles and the door to the bar.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Maeve said, her voice softer.

Johnny looked back to her and smiled broadly. "We're lucky."

"Buster," Maeve said. Her blue eyes flashed. "You don't come up with something good really fast, your luck has run out." Maeve dropped her shoes. She crossed her arms under her large breasts, braless and loose in the open cocktail dress.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Thousands, Johnny. It's a crappy line and won't help you now."

"Thousands," Johnny said. He smiled at her.

"Tens of thousands." She softened somewhat. "Well?"

"I've found a babysitter for Kitty."

"A babysitter." Maeve frowned. "Johnny, I'm tired. I need to sit down." She turned and walked toward one of the chairs lining the walls of the large room. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Shit, Johnny." She tried to keep from grinning. She sat down.

Johnny walked over and knelt at her feet. He leaned against her knees. "A babysitter." He could smell her, a familiar smell.

Maeve shook her head. "Johnny. We went all out for you tonight." She touched his hand, drew her finger along his. "We're getting married in two weeks." She took the finger away. "Kitty and I worked so hard on this for you. This was your stag party and you managed to disappear halfway through."

"I know. I'm sorry." He watched her face. "Honestly."

"Sam said she had red hair, was pretty. In her thirties." Maeve touched Johnny's cheek. "It wouldn't be hard for me to become really angry with you."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"All right, Johnny." She dropped her hand to her lap. "Besides fucking and babysitting, what else does she do?"

"Teach school."

"You're kidding, aren't you, Johnny?"

Johnny could hear Charles and Alex quietly leave the room. He knew they both would be at his house in the afternoon. Charles with tonight's take, Alex with prints to sort through. He looked up at Maeve. "She's an ex-school teacher. Elementary school. Perfect for Mark. She doesn't mind babysitting."

"She doesn't mind fucking either."

"No one is as good as you. You know that Maeve. You'll always be number one with me."

"So you wander off with this redhead."

"Her name is Gloria."

"Gloria. Go off to some motel and are screwing her while your other girlfriends, one your wife to be, are entertaining your friends at your stag party."

"I appreciate what you and Kitty did for me tonight."

"What are your friends going to say? Maeve's not good enough for Johnny?"

"You know they . . ."

"Johnny?" Maeve placed her hands on each side of his face, bent and kissed his forehead. "Maybe you should talk less." They kissed.

"Gloria is in the car, waiting. In the back seat. I figured you and I would ride up front."

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes. Not as pretty as you."

"Does she know what a bastard you are?"

"She knows I'm a pimp."

"You're a lucky bastard, aren't you?"

"Exceedingly lucky." Johnny stood up. He heard the door open behind him.

"All clean?" Maeve asked.

"Clean enough." Kitty walked toward them, naked.

Johnny turned and saw Michael at the door. He's been gaining weight, Johnny thought. "Thanks, Michael. I'll drive them home." He stepped toward Kitty. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Need any help, Maeve?" Michael asked. He wasn't smiling.

Maeve stepped beside Johnny, put her arm through his, and held his hand. "Johnny is a smooth talker, Michael." She squeezed Johnny's hand. "But I think we can manage."

Michael turned to leave.

Maeve said, "Michael, Johnny claims she's a babysitter." She squeezed Johnny's hand; they came up alongside Kitty who joined them walking toward the door and Michael. Kitty glanced at Johnny, smiled and looked quickly away. "Michael, we're expecting you to put this babysitter, this Gloria, through her paces tomorrow."

Michael nodded, he still wasn't smiling.

"Johnny knows what a mistake will cost him." She stopped and held him still. "Don't you, dear?"

Kitty asked, "A babysitter? Is she any good?"

Maeve spoke to Kitty, across Johnny. "As if Johnny would know." She turned to Michael. "You'll do that for me, won't you?"

Michael nodded. "Goodnight, Maeve." He smiled at the black haired beauty. "Goodnight, Kitty." He smiled at her. "Goodnight, Johnny." He didn't smile at Johnny. He turned and left the room leaving the door open for them.

They followed. Sam stood beside a table placing chairs on top. He smiled at the three, said, "Good night," and returned to closing the bar.

Maeve said to Kitty across Johnny, "Her name is Gloria, for godsakes."

Kitty smiled.

"Well, let's meet this Gloria," Maeve said. "Johnny, she'd better be good."

Kitty walked alongside Maeve with Johnny a step or two behind. Kitty thought Maeve looked fetching in her cocktail dress. Maeve always looked fetching in anything she cared to wear, or without. They held hands, which swung between them, sometimes glancing off Kitty's naked thigh. The night air was noticeably cooler in October. Her bare skin was especially sensitive tonight. They reached the car and they separated.

"I'm sitting in front with Johnny," Maeve said.

Kitty saw that she was still upset. "I'll sit in back with what's her name."

"Gloria."

"That's original."

"Babysitters don't have to be original."

Kitty kissed Maeve and got in the passenger side of Johnny's new Buick Electra. She had Johnny's Chevy Impala now. Her old Pontiac was kept for special occasions since it had a huge trunk. She remembered the last time, she and Maeve were tied up, naked, of course, giggling and trying to kiss each other in the dark cavernous space.

The woman in the back seat scooted over to make room for her. She was naked, too. How like Johnny. Kitty smiled brightly at her and shut the door. Maeve waited outside for Johnny to open her door.

Kitty glanced over to the woman next to her. "Hi. My name is Kitty."

"Mine's Gloria. Nice to meet you."

"Maeve is waiting for Johnny." Kitty paused. "I hear you babysit."

"Amongst other things."

"Ready to explore a bit of the other with us?"

"I hope so."

Kitty smiled. "You have nice teeth. A pretty face." She paused. "Can you fuck?"

Gloria gave a quick nod.

"Can you fuck a lot of men, so many you think you've gone crazy?"

Gloria looked closely at her, then nodded.

"Or are in heaven?"

"I think so."

"I need a babysitter."

"Johnny said you did."

"We'll have to see if you'll work out first."

Gloria nodded.

"You like Johnny?"

Gloria looked warily at Kitty, nodded slowly.

"Maeve's the one you have to please."

Gloria nodded.

"Good luck." Kitty held out her hand. After a moment, Gloria took it. Kitty gave a squeeze, then faced forward as Maeve then Johnny sat in the front seat.

Johnny drove, everyone was quiet. Kitty dozed, her hand still holding Gloria's. Maeve said, "Johnny, this isn't the way home." Her words woke Kitty.

"I know dear, a small detour."

"You have someone else you want to bring home, too?"

Johnny smiled. He shook his head. "I thought the beach would be pretty tonight."

Maeve faced the front of the car. Kitty smiled to herself in the back seat.

They arrived at the beach, at Kitty's spot. Johnny got out of the car, opened the doors for Maeve, then Kitty and Gloria. He opened the trunk and took out a blanket and a bottle of wine and paper cups.

Maeve watched him. "How gauche."

"I know, dear, but we're picnicking." Johnny pulled the cork from the already opened bottle and poured them each a cup. He put the bottle back in the trunk, took the blanket off the fender, closed the trunk and pointed with his cup. "After you."

They walked single file through the dunes covered with sea oats to the beach shore edge.

Johnny handed his cup to Kitty; Maeve took a few steps away facing the other direction. Johnny spread the blanket, took back his cup and said, "You two get acquainted. Maeve and I are going for a walk."

"Short walk, I'm tired," Maeve said.

"Short walk. Come dear."

"You know I'm tired."

"Just a short walk." Johnny bent, put his cup in the sand and took off his socks and shoes. He rolled up his pants, picked up his cup, and stood straight. "There. I'm a child again. No responsibilities."

"You wish."

"I wish." He held out his hand and Maeve took it.

Kitty saw them both walk slowly off, the moon on the water, felt a brief soft breeze. She was no longer chilly. She turned to Gloria. "This is the traditional spot for job interviews for this organization." She sat down. "Selection is an arduous process." She looked up at Gloria. "Join me?"

Gloria sat down, carefully holding her cup so no wine spilled.

"Well, honey. Ever eat pussy?" Kitty grinned at her.

Gloria was still for a moment, then quickly nodded once.

"Good." Kitty stretched out onto the blanket. She took a sip of wine, then another. She watched Gloria do the same. Gloria's lips were now moist in the moonlight. Kitty thought she could see a drop of wine sparkle on Gloria's lower lip. "Good." She opened her legs, took another drink, set her cup in the sand, then lay down. She said to the sky. "You've attracted Johnny. You have to appeal to me." She looked sideways at Gloria. "You'll have to please Maeve. She's the clincher."

Gloria put her cup in the sand and got onto her hands and knees and approached Kitty. "Who's Michael?"

"Michael is . . . you have to please Michael, also."

Gloria gave a quick nod; she bent down and kissed Kitty, timidly at first, then with passion.

"Worry about Michael later." Kitty spoke to the moon as Gloria licked her breasts. "Worry about me first. I need a babysitter. I need to know if you're qualified." She paused. "You're doing good so far." Kitty touched Gloria's hair, could feel the stiffness of the lacquer. "You're doing good."

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Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | The Schedule

The first part of Switch: a novel is Switch.
The second part of Switch: a novel is The Babysitter.
The third part of Switch: a novel is Comes the Bride.
The fourth part of Switch: a novel is The Revolver.

Disclaimer: Some of the things the characters do in this story are seen as offensive or frightening (even terrifying) by some if not most people. Please don't surprise anyone. Always ask first. Have an agreed upon safe word even if you don't do BDSM.

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