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Chapter Eleven

Monday, October 20, 1958

Maeve sat in her red Thunderbird, waiting in Johnny's drive for Gloria. She had the engine running and was becoming impatient when she saw Gloria step out the front door with a large paper grocery bag. Gloria was naked as she was told to be. Good girl, Maeve thought. She smiled when she saw Gloria wasn't even wearing shoes.

Gloria set the bag down on the cement porch floor and picked out the robe which she quickly slipped into. She bent down and drew out a pair of high heeled shoes and stepped into them. Gloria picked up her bag and walked calmly to the car. She looked beautiful. Johnny knew how to pick them. Maeve couldn't believe Johnny last night when he told her he thought Gloria was a bit plump. Gloria was statuesque.

Gloria sat in the passenger seat and closed her door. She looked shyly at Maeve.

"That was well done," Maeve said. She backed the Thunderbird out of the driveway. "We're driving first to your car. You'll dress there. Then you'll follow me to Kitty's parents' house where we'll pick up Mark."

Gloria gave a quick nod and faced the front of the car with the paper bag on her lap.

"Why don't you put the bag on the floor and open your robe?" Maeve downshifted and shopped at the light. She glanced sideways. Gloria was slipping her shoulders out of the robe. Good girl, Maeve thought. She hoped the Monday morning commuters had a thrill.

Gloria's car was parked in the alley behind the Joe's Tavern. Maeve parked behind it. She turned to Gloria. "You look beautiful, dear." Gloria turned to her and gave a quick smile. She'd stopped blushing a few miles back. "You can put your robe back on. Go to your car and dress. When you're ready, follow me."

Gloria nodded. She slipped the robe over her shoulders and tied it shut. She picked up her bag and stepped from the car. She peered in the doorway, smiled, said, "Thank you, Maeve," and shut the door.

Maeve watched Gloria dress in her Rambler and grinned to herself. It was fun being around someone who was still a little shy. When she saw Gloria was ready she started her car and pulled alongside. Maeve waved at Gloria and passed her, waiting at the end of the alley for her to catch up.

Maeve stopped on the street side in front of Kitty's parents' house. Gloria pulled up behind her and parked. Maeve got out of the Thunderbird and walked to Gloria's white Rambler. She looked into the driver's window and said, "You should come with me and meet the Jansons." She stepped back and watched Gloria as she got out of her car. "Nice clothes."

Gloria smiled brightly. "The shorts are mine, from Saturday. This is Kitty's top." She followed Maeve to the sidewalk.

"Number nineteen." Maeve held out her hand. Gloria took it. "You look like you were poured into those shorts."

Gloria grinned. "The crotch climbs, but the effect is worth it."

Maeve released Gloria's fingers. "I want to watch you from behind. Walk a few steps." Maeve giggled. "Oh, that is good."

"Watch this." Gloria stood still, reached the fingers of both hands into the bottom of her shorts. She gave a tug while shifting her weight from one foot to another. She looked over her shoulder.

Maeve grinned at her. "Don't show Johnny." She laughed. "You probably already showed Johnny. Right?"

"Of course." Gloria held her hand behind her.

Maeve took it. They went up the walk to the small cement block home. The yard was neat, with several fruit trees. Shrubs were planted close to the house. They stepped onto the porch with its wrought iron rails and columns. Maeve released Gloria's hand and knocked on the door.

Gloria studied the young boy sitting on the seat next to her in her car. He had blond, almost white hair, a cute face. It looked to her as if he were growing out of his butch cut from last summer. "I thought we'd go to the library first. Is that all right?"

Mark nodded.

"It's all right to turn on the radio. Find a good station for me." Gloria started the car and pulled onto the street. She tried to plan the best route from here to the library. She made a left at the major intersection. Mark was slowly advancing the dial, going through each station patiently.

"Do you have a library card?"

Mark shook his head, he was facing the radio, his hand still turning the dial. "I can't read yet."

"We'll remedy that. Books are also nice for their pictures."

Mark nodded slowly.

"What's your favorite country?"

Mark sat up. The station was playing top forty. He studied her.

"Say Kitty won a hundred thousand dollars and you two could travel anywhere. Where would you go?"

"Atlantis."

"Ah. Atlantis. I've never been there. What is it like?"

Mark shook his head. "I don't know."

"But you want to go there?"

Mark nodded.

"That's okay. I want to go to Paris. That's in France. I've never been there, either." Gloria paused. "Do you like ice cream?"

Mark gave an eager nod.

"Then later this afternoon we'll stop and get some. Quick. Lift your feet and make a wish. We're crossing a bridge."

Mark glanced at Gloria, then lifted his feet and shut his eyes.

"We're over. Did you wish a boyfriend for me?"

Mark opened his eyes and shook his head.

"That's all right. If you see someone likely let me know. All right?"

Mark gave a quick nod. He watched her.

Maeve didn't like returning to the motel, her old spot. Kitty had been working here the past few weeks. Come to think of it, Kitty wasn't working here at all this week. Maeve parked the car and got out. Number nine. She had the key, walked in, leaving the door open.

The motel owner came in with a huge grin on his face; Bob stood behind him. She hadn't even had a chance to remove all her clothes yet. They were eager, the bastards. Well, let them watch. She slid the dress over her head and tossed it onto the chair. She stepped out of her shoes and waited. "Well?"

The motel owner entered the room; Bob stood in the doorway. She'd forgotten how big Bob was. She remembered him fucking her that day, not so long ago, thinking he would break her bones, one by one for Wilbur, her old pimp. Now he worked for Johnny.

The motel owner unzipped his pants and stood expectantly, halfway between her and the door.

Maeve sighed to herself. Short, fat and greasy; he hadn't changed at all. She went to him and dropped to her knees. She fished in his pants and extracted his growing erection. She took him in her mouth. He shoved his hips into her face, he gripped the back of her head and began slamming her.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Bob pass them. She could see, past the owner, that Bob hadn't shut the door behind him.

Maeve could tell that this was going to be one of those days.

The motel owner came, flooding her mouth and throat. Finally he pushed her head away from him and as she gasped for air she saw Bob's erect cock come into view. She pulled him into her mouth as the owner left, leaving the door still open.

Maeve saw a car pull in next to hers, then had to pay attention to Bob. Her mouth was just the beginning for him. He left her and walked behind her. She fell to her hands and knees and felt him thrust into her pussy.

A man stood in the doorway, a smile on his face.

Maeve had her two hundred by four, after paying the motel owner twenty-seven fifty and Bob his ten. She gave them money for Tuesday and Wednesday when no one would be here, so the total was thirty for Bob, eighty-two fifty for the owner, leaving $217.50 for Johnny. A lot better than a couple of weeks ago. The men were just as eager to give her their thirty dollars as they had been their ten dollars. Johnny had been right. She'd fucked only thirteen men and made a great deal more.

Maeve spent the rest of the afternoon getting acquainted with Bob. She'd missed him in a way, she realized earlier. She wondered what Kitty did here, how well she did. She wondered if Kitty had been holding back on Johnny. She didn't want to think that, but she wondered.

At five, Bob left. She showered and prepared to return home. She needed to stop at the Publix; it was her turn today for dinner.

Gloria had been surprised when she saw one of the fishermen from yesterday at the library. Behind the counter. He wore a suit and looked different, but she was sure. She tried not to blush, that only made it worse. She helped Mark gather his books; none on Atlantis; instead picture books on dogs, rabbits, bugs and firemen. He seemed to be having a great time.

She had only found one book, Frenchmen's Creek; she'd read it before, but du Maurier was a favorite of hers. She wasn't sure how much time she'd have for reading, anyway.

They walked up to the check out desk. The man watched them as the older woman prepared a card for Mark. Gloria wrote Mark's name for him on the book cards so they could be stamped. He seemed excited with his treasure trove of books. He was talking rapidly. They were preparing to leave when the man approached and said, "Miss, haven't we met before?"

Gloria picked up her book, said, "I'm not sure. I don't think so."

"Let me walk you to the door." He stepped around the counter to her. "Your son is a handsome young man."

"He's a friend's. I take care of him for her sometimes."

"I'm sure I've met you." He paused.

Gloria looked closely at him. Suntanned, in his thirties, maybe early forties, almost six feet tall.

"But you were wearing something else." He smiled. "Maybe I'm mistaken."

Gloria nodded. "I think you are."

He held the door open for them. "Are you free tonight? I mean would you like to . . ."

"I already have commitments."

"Maybe some other time."

"Perhaps." Gloria placed her hand on Mark's shoulder.

"Do you like fish?"

Gloria blushed.

"I'm sorry. What I meant was I was going to lunch in a few minutes. Would you be interested in joining me?"

Gloria looked at Mark. "Mark?"

Mark looked up at her. "I don't like fish." He looked back down at his book on frogs.

Gloria looked at the man. "I'm afraid . . ."

"My name's Matt." He knelt. "They have great burgers there, too. Made like you want them. Relish. Cheese. And milkshakes."

Mark looked up at Gloria. "Okay." He returned to his book.

Matt stared up at Gloria. "All right," she said. "Yes, we'll join you."

He stood. "I'll be back out in just a minute. Mark." He watched her.

"Gloria." She smiled. "We'll wait on a bench outside."

Johnny drove. His left hand controlled the wheel, his right was buried in Kitty's crotch. She surprised him, walking out to the car naked and getting in, sliding close to him.

He thought it might have something to do with Gloria, but he was never sure anymore. He stopped trying to be sure. Now he just did things because they felt right to do. Gloria seemed right. The book he was working on felt right. Some time this week he needed to find time to be with the printer. He had his selection of photos, just Maeve, Maeve and men actually. She was the star. He wanted a firm price, an idea of delivery of the bound volumes, so he could plan the next step.

Johnny grinned. He still needed a title. Something catchy. Something that would let buyers know there were more in the works.

Kitty felt nice. Her head rested on his shoulder. She softly massaged the crotch of his pants. Kitty smelt different from Maeve, lighter somehow. Garden rather than forest. Sunlight rather than dusk. Kitty stirred.

Johnny removed his hand and downshifted.

"We there yet?"

"Not quite. I need a rest break."

Kitty looked up and grinned. She rubbed her head against his shoulder.

"Where are your clothes?" Johnny asked.

"At home."

"What about Weeki Watchee?"

"We're going there, aren't we? We have to go. It's on the schedule." Kitty sat up and glared at him.

"We're going to Weeki Watchee."

She pressed against him. "Good."

"What about your clothes."

"You'll think of something."

"I'll think of something?"

"What about that stop you promised. You planning on driving all the way in second gear?" She tipped her head up and grinned at him.

"We're stopping." He stopped at the side of the road.

"Okay, now what?"

"We passed a souvenir stand a mile back. I thought I'd walk. I'll bet they have some coconut dohickies and a grass skirt." He put his hand on her leg and gave a squeeze. "Maybe an umbrella. Or leis." He lifted his hand.

"What about me?"

"You'll wait here."

"All alone?" Kitty pouted. She grinned at him. "You're kidding, right? I keep on forgetting. You are such a . . ."

"I'm walking alone." Johnny touched her face. He turned and held her face as he kissed her.

"Right now?"

"After I have my nap." Johnny threw his head back and pretended to snore.

"You're kidding." Kitty lay her head on his shoulder.

"I'm kidding." Johnny put his right hand on her crotch. "I'm going to fuck you first. Then I'm going."

Kitty shifted her hips from side to side, slowly. "Here?"

"Back seat or in the weeds. Your choice."

"And?"

"How much do you usually get?"

"Forty."

"You're lying. I'll give you ten."

"Forty."

"No way. I'm walking."

"Twenty."

"Twelve."

"Walk." Kitty sat up and moved away from him. "What kind of girl do you think I am? Twelve."

"Would you like a drink?" Johnny opened his door.

"Okay. Twelve." Kitty touched his arm. "Don't tell anyone, hear?"

"Won't breathe a word." Johnny stepped out of the car and closed the door.

Kitty moved quickly across the seat and rolled up the window. She hit the two lock buttons, then moved to the other side of the car as he ran around the front. She had that side locked and closed before he got there.

Johnny bent and peered in the closed window. "All right. Forty."

Kitty held up his car keys. She grinned. She moved to the driver's seat and started the car.

Johnny pounded on the window, laughing. He yelled above the sound of the engine. "One hundred."

Kitty shifted into first and drove forward, then onto the road. Johnny ran alongside the car. She shifted into second and drove off, then turned the Buick around.

Johnny stood at the side of the road as she drove past. She blew him a kiss and waved as she sped by.

Johnny walked along the side of the road. He grinned. He hoped Kitty was having as good a time as he was.

Maeve was the first one home. She unpacked groceries and began dinner. She planned to do a simple meal. Meatloaf, corn, potatoes, store-bought pie for desert with ice cream.

The meatloaf was in the oven when Gloria arrived. Maeve looked up from her book and there Gloria was, naked, beautiful. She put her book down. "How was your day?"

Gloria sat in the chair next to her at the table. "Good. Mark is bright. We went to the library. We spent time in the park since it was a nice day. Mark is learning his letters."

Maeve stood up. "Like a drink?"

"Coffee?"

"Coming up." Maeve went to the kitchen, then returned a moment later with a glass of wine for herself, coffee for Gloria.

"Need help?"

"In a few minutes." Maeve sat down. "Any problems?"

"Yes and no." Gloria paused. She turned the cup part way around in the saucer. "Mark was no problem. There was a man."

Maeve put her wineglass down, nodded.

"I think he was one of those at the Pier."

"And?"

"I'm not sure. He seemed nice. He took us out to lunch."

"Seemed nice?"

"Was nice." Gloria shifted in her seat. "I'm not sure, but he thought he recognized me."

"Dear, wearing those shorts and that top, I'm sure half the men in town thought they knew you."

"Maybe."

"I know what you mean. It's awkward if you let it be." Maeve smiled quickly. "I'm a whore. I fuck a lot of men." She leaned toward Gloria. "You ever notice how they all, almost all, look alike?" She sat back in her seat. "So it's awkward." She laughed. "Don't let it bother you."

Gloria gave a slight smile.

"Lunch tomorrow, hunh?"

Gloria nodded.

"Who knows. He may be a decent fellow who doesn't care that he met you while he and a bunch of his buddies were taking turns fucking you." Maeve paused. "In the back seat of a car, under the bleachers in a stadium, in a whorehouse, at a party, in a bar." She grinned.

Gloria looked to her side.

"Johnny and Kitty." Maeve stood up. "Help me?"

Gloria gave a quick nod.

"The word is you're a great fuck."

Gloria blushed.

"God, I love those freckles, and you can blush, too."

Kitty and Johnny joined them.

Gloria watched the people around her. Johnny and Maeve were the only ones dressed. Kitty and she were naked, sitting at opposite ends of the glass topped dining room table, facing each other. Dinner was finished, Johnny and she had coffee cups half full by their empty desert plates. Maeve had her glass of wine, the same she'd had earlier. Kitty drank water.

Maeve turned to Johnny. "How was your trip to Weeki Watchee?" She turned to Kitty. "Was he a pest to the mermaids?"

Kitty smiled at Johnny. "You tell her? Or shall I?"

"I'd better," Johnny said. "You'd only give the story unwanted color." Johnny sat back in his chair. "We never made it."

Maeve looked at Johnny. "That's all?"

Kitty laughed out loud. "He left out the part about almost being arrested." She took a sip of water. "See, I took the car and I was naked so I needed clothes. I stopped at this souvenir stand and these absolutely wonderful people, an elderly couple, adorable cute frumpy little people. Well, they . . ."

Maeve turned to Johnny. "Arrested?"

"Almost," Johnny said. He turned to Gloria. "Have you ever sold yourself to a man, for money? Dinner or a movie doesn't count. Does it, Maeve?" He looked at Maeve, then back to Gloria.

Gloria shook her head.

"They were so nice to me. Here I was, abandoned by my boyfriend. Former boyfriend," Kitty stuck her tongue out at Johnny, "who had tried to take advantage of me. I'm still a virgin, see. Out in the boondocks. Left without a stitch of clothes, my honor intact, able by only the sheerest stroke of luck . . ."

"Ready to?" Johnny asked.

Gloria looked at Kitty.

Kitty grinned at her. "We spent all day fucking. After the incident. Got to Weeki Watchee and it was closed." She looked at Johnny. "So. What are you proposing?" Kitty turned to Maeve. "I'd be surprised if he can get it up again." She looked at Johnny. "Right, killer?"

Johnny ignored her. He turned to Maeve. "Any ideas?"

Maeve frowned. "Not get it up again?"

Johnny sat back in his seat. "Later, I'm sure, dear." He looked at Kitty. "You minx, you."

Kitty grinned. "I guess us girls will just have to make do with ourselves. Won't we?" Kitty looked to Gloria. "Honey, if you're hell-bent on selling yourself to a man, go ahead."

Gloria looked at Maeve.

Maeve grinned. "All right, Johnny." She looked at Kitty. "All day?"

"They were such a cute couple. They had tables filled with knickknacks made of shells. Postcards, girls and alligators. Johnny." She turned to Johnny. "Why don't we ever do those kinds of photos, Johnny? I'm sure they'd sell. Instead of all those icky men."

Maeve said, "Speak for yourself." She turned to Gloria. "How did you like it on the Pier yesterday. Enjoy it?"

They all turned to Gloria. She blushed. "I . . ." She nodded slowly.

"Ever done anything like that before?" Maeve asked.

Gloria stared at her. "No. I mean yes."

Maeve looked sharply at Johnny, then back at Gloria. "How many?"

Gloria stared at Maeve, she blushed. "Three."

"That's total, right?" Maeve asked.

Gloria looked to Johnny, then back at Maeve. She nodded slowly.

"Including Johnny?"

She nodded slowly. Kitty winked at her.

"Then you meet Johnny and," Maeve said, "you up and fuck him, then seventeen men, then three more men, then us girls, all in one day?"

Gloria nodded. She gave a meek smile.

"Johnny," Kitty said, "even her tits are blushing."

Gloria looked down then up to Maeve.

"So you were essentially a virgin," Maeve said, "before you met Johnny." She glared at Johnny. "Oh Johnny, how could you?"

Maeve stood up. She went to Gloria, knelt by her and placed a hand on her leg. Kitty stood, walked to them and knelt on the other side. She hugged Gloria, her head in Gloria's armpit, her nose by Gloria's breast. Maeve patted Gloria's leg. "Well dear. It can't be helped. Tonight you'll bust your cherry." She looked at Johnny.

Johnny nodded. "Only if you want to, Gloria. You can say you've had enough." Johnny reached into his pocket, threw a hundred dollar bill on the table. "That's yours, either way." He paused. "If you go. If you stay I get half of all you make."

Kitty said, "We make oodles, honey."

Johnny frowned at Kitty. "This is Gloria's decision." He turned to her. "In or out?" He pushed the hundred toward her on the table, between her desert plate and her coffee. He stood up. "Take your time." He gathered his dishes. "I have some work I need to do." He walked toward the kitchen.

"You mean," Kitty asked, "Johnny never paid you when he fucked you?" She looked at Johnny. "That's real low, honey." She stood up. She went to her place, gathered her dishes and took them into the kitchen.

"Saturday night wasn't the first time with Johnny, was it?" Maeve asked, standing.

Gloria shook her head. She looked down at her hands lying in her lap.

"If I weren't going to marry the bastard, I think I'd kill him," Maeve said. She patted Gloria's shoulder, went to her place, gathered her dishes and took them into the kitchen.

Gloria sat alone for a moment then said, "I want to do it." She said louder, "I'm in." She stood, gathered her dishes and took them into the kitchen. She put them by the sink and turned to the others watching her. "I want to do it."

Johnny asked, "Sure?"

Gloria nodded. "Yes." She looked at Kitty. "I want to babysit Mark." She looked at Maeve. "And I want to fuck men for money."

Maeve smiled. "Sometimes it's even fun."

Kitty turned to Johnny. "So when?"

"Nine. Is that all right?" He looked at Gloria.

She gave a quick nod.

"Then, we need to talk." Johnny went around the counter to the dining room, came back with the hundred. He took Gloria's hand and tucked the bill into it. He drew her after him.

Maeve turned to Kitty. "That bastard."

"I know." Kitty smiled. "But I bet she's a great babysitter."

Johnny led Gloria into the recreation room to a couch. "Sit down." He released her hand. "Would you like a scotch?"

Gloria gave a quick nod, then sat down. She set the bill on the table.

Johnny left the room and returned with two scotches. He sat on the couch next to her and handed her a glass. "We'll talk a while, then you can decide for sure if you want to do this." He leaned into the cushion so he was turned toward her. He took a sip of his drink while he watched her.

Gloria glanced at him, then took a sip of her drink. She returned the glass to rest on her leg. It felt cool against her bare skin.

"Okay," Johnny said. "The way it goes is you'll get half of what you make. The rest goes to me." He smiled. "That's the most important part." He took a sip of his drink then held his hand with the glass in it toward her. He extended his little finger, which he used to stroke her breast. "What makes you want to fuck a bunch of men?"

Gloria relaxed. She twisted her body slightly toward him, pressing her breast into his finger. "I don't know." She blinked. "I just want to."

"Enjoyed yesterday?"

Gloria nodded.

"A lot?"

She raised her shoulders, then let them drop. "It was all right."

"Still interested?"

She nodded. She raised her glass and took another sip, returned the glass to her leg.

"Still thinking you want to do this? It's okay if you don't. We'll still be friends."

"I want to do this." Gloria stared at him, watching his brown eyes.

Johnny took his finger from her breast and set his glass on the coffee table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. He peeled off several. He put the roll back into his pocket. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet. He took out a ten-dollar bill. "Here. Hold this." He handed the ten to Gloria, put his wallet back into his pocket.

Gloria sat with the bill in one hand, her drink in the other.

Johnny laid the other bills on the coffee table. "Tomorrow, sometime, I want you to go shopping. Get some heels with straps, dresses, nice stuff." He leaned against the couch. "Talk to Maeve. She'll tell you what you need." He nodded toward the money on the table. "There's three hundred. If you find you need more, tell me. Okay?"

Gloria nodded slowly.

Johnny took a drink. "Wear high heels from now on this week when you're inside. Sit with your legs apart, not crossed."

Gloria uncrossed her legs, opened them.

"Good." Johnny took a sip of his drink. "Michael said you were an inexperienced sucker."

Gloria stared at him.

"That's okay. For the rest of the week every time you meet a man you are to ask if they want you to suck them." Johnny watched her face. "Understand? Any man. Anywhere." Johnny smiled. "Except where you are sitting Mark." He watched her closely.

Gloria slowly nodded.

"You'll do it for free. No charge." He took a sip of his drink, keeping his eyes locked onto hers. "Understand?"

Gloria gave a quick nod.

"Well?"

"Would you like me to suck you off, Johnny?" She gave a quick smile.

"Of course I'd love to be sucked off by a beautiful woman like you." Johnny sat back on the couch. He spread his legs.

Gloria looked closely at him, put her drink on the table. She began to lay down the ten.

"No. Keep that. I'm paying, even though I don't need to pay you." Johnny smiled. "That's yours. All of it."

Gloria folded the bill around one finger, bent to Johnny.

"Tell me you want me to come in your mouth."

"I want you to come in my mouth, Johnny."

"You're saying that so I'll come quick. You have twenty-three others to suck and screw tonight and you want me to be quick."

Gloria nodded as she unfastened Johnny's belt and unzipped his pants. She looked up at him. "I want you to come in my mouth because I love the taste of come, Johnny." She grinned at him as she fished him out. She bent and took him in her mouth.

"I can tell you'll be a great little cock-sucker, Gloria," Johnny said. He put his hand on her head. "You're doing well." He paused. "I was planning on sending you across the bay to the port. If you still want to. You could do just one or a whole freighter crew. You can do it on your own or with the girls. They'd enjoy a carouse." He paused. "Not just the tip. Take all of it in." He felt the edge of her ear with his fingers. "That's it. You'll learn, with practice." He laid his head back against the cushions. "You're doing great."

Gloria bobbed her head in acknowledgment.

"There are a dozen or more on a freighter. Been at sea without a woman for a long time." He paused. "Let me know. I'll need to make some calls first if you're interested."

Gloria nodded; she used her tongue to let him know she was thinking about it.

Johnny shut the door and smiled at Maeve. "Alone at last." He walked toward the kitchen. "Creme de menthe?"

"Yes, dear." Maeve walked toward the hi-fi. "Anything special?"

She heard him shout from the other room. "Anything you want to play."

Maeve selected a Chopin concerto, put the record on the turntable and turned the stereo on. Johnny always let Maeve select the music since he had no idea of what she had. He didn't know what a concerto was, what a sonata was. His idea of music was a group of blaring horns. Which was all right in its proper place. When he became comfortable with her music, she'd bring his records out of the closet.

She sat on the sofa after removing her dress. She looked around the room. When they were married she'd redo the house room by room. More modern, more walnut; Kitty would be overjoyed to have the old furniture. They'd start her out right.

She held her hand out and took the small glass. She held it up under her nose, then placed the glass on the table.

Johnny sat on the couch beside her. "A moment of business before pleasure?"

Maeve nodded. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the green liqueur. She enjoyed watching his eyes travel over her naked body. They seemed to be trapped, moving from knee to crotch to breast to face to crotch to breast, never escaping. "Is Kitty holding out on you?" Maeve asked. She watched his face stiffen.

Johnny set his glass down. "I don't like to think so. I don't think so. No."

"But?"

"But I'm not sure what is happening really. What she's doing."

Maeve gave a quick smile. She put the tips of her fingers on his leg. "She have a regular?"

"It's not that. I don't know what she's doing so I'm looking into it."

Maeve tapped her fingers. "If she is? Holding out?"

Johnny squirmed. "She was warned, wasn't she? But I don't think she is."

Maeve moved closer to Johnny. "You hope she isn't."

"I like her too much."

Maeve glanced down. Her hand had traveled up to Johnny's crotch. She looked at his eyes. "All done with business?"

Johnny shook his head. "Maeve, you're starting to scare me."

"You scared?"

"Terrified."

"All rested from this afternoon with Kitty? Plus whatever you and Gloria were up to." Maeve's fingers played with the belt buckle.

"Rested." Johnny held her hand. "Business first." He paused. "A realtor buddy is helping me out. I was hoping you and Kitty would show your appreciation for his efforts tomorrow. Kitty's joke on the schedule is for real."

Maeve nodded, her lips began to turn upward. She tried to pull her hand from Johnny's grasp.

"You may need to work the motel Thursday or Friday."

Maeve stopped grappling with Johnny. "You know I don't like it there."

"May work. I'll let you know well enough in advance so you can take your spite of me."

"Maybe." She watched Johnny's face. "Done now?"

"Almost." Johnny touched her leg with the hand holding his glass of liqueur. "How does pirates, slave girls, an auction, Roman citizens in togas sound for Saturday?"

"I'm too distracted to think of business now, Johnny. You know that."

"Then it's time for pleasure." Johnny set his glass down, leaned toward Maeve and they kissed.

"I hear you have a picnic table in your garage," Maeve said. She leaned back. "Is it sturdy?"

"Reinforced."

"We'll start there." She broke away from Johnny, then stood up. "You'll carry my drink?"

"After you."

Gloria drove Kitty's Impala. It was a cool night out; the moonlight sparkled on the water on the causeway. Kitty remained quiet on the seat next to her. Gloria thought about Maeve, how Maeve intimidated her. Her beauty, her poise, her sexuality. They'd talked about clothes when Johnny was done with her. Maeve went and came back with October issue of Vogue. She showed pictures, talked about color, jersey versus tweed, style.

Then Johnny came back in the room. He told her it was all arranged. He looked at her. "Kitty and you. Maeve is staying home." He looked at Maeve. "With me. Unless you want to join them." Maeve demurred. Johnny said they'd get two hundred dollars, fifty each, which wasn't much, he said. They were to leave at four since tomorrow would be a busy day. Gloria had watched him intently. Maeve told her to have Kitty explain to her how to check the men first. They'll expect it, Maeve said. She'd nodded.

Then out the door, dressed simply, she at the car, in their slips and heels. Kitty said, "You drive."

Gloria thought about how different her life was now. She'd looked for excitement. She was willing to see what the night would hold.

She drove through the city at night, found the turn for the pier she wanted. She was to show a note of Johnny's to the man at the gate. She blushed. There were two notes. Johnny had her read one. It was a reminder.

She passed dark buildings and what seemed like miles of chain link fence. She saw the next turn. "Kitty, wake up. We're almost there."

"I'm awake, honey."

Gloria glanced sideways. Kitty was smiling at her.

They came to the gate. The man in the lit office came out and approached their car.

Gloria handed him the note. He looked in the car, opened the note, and handed it to her. "Captain MacPherson is in berth seventeen A. They're expecting you." He smiled at them, part leer, part envy and stood.

"Mister?" Gloria asked.

He looked back into the window.

"Would you like me to suck your dick? Would you like to come in my mouth?" She turned to Kitty. "I like the taste of come, don't I?" She looked back at the man; she ran her tongue between her partially opened lips.

The gatekeeper's jaw dropped as far as it could drop.

Gloria opened the car door, swung it so he had to back away from the car. She stepped out. "I'd really like to suck your dick, mister." She fell to her knees at his feet. She opened her mouth.

Kitty laughed as the guard fed his cock to Gloria. "Honey. You are a constant surprise." She tapped out a drum roll on the dash. "We have a boat load of horny sailors waiting for us."

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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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