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Chapter Thirteen

Wednesday, October 22, 1958

Gloria felt rested when she went to Kitty's to pick up Mark which was good because Mark was filled with energy. Kitty and Gloria hugged. They both left at the same time. Kitty to house hunt, Gloria and Mark to go to the library. Even though it was raining, Mark had a paper bag filled with pieces of bread to feed to the ducks.

They stopped at an office supply where Gloria purchased a pad, pens and index cards. They looked at the art supplies and typewriters. Gloria pointed out the letters on the keys, the clerk let them insert a piece of paper and Mark named the letters he knew striking each key. He kept the typed sheet as a treasure to show his mom when she came home.

They went to the library. Gloria met Matt briefly, their noon engagement was confirmed. Gloria and Matt spent the rest of the morning in a quiet corner of the library. Gloria wrote out the letters of the alphabet on index cards, one to each card. Other cards had combinations of letters making short words such as: cat, dog, duck and boy. They used the alphabet cards together until Mark knew all the letters most of the time; pretty well was how she thought it. Then Mark and she played games. She wrote a story on the pad of paper. He illustrated it. He illustrated the cards with short words with pictures of what they represented.

At noon Matt appeared and they bundled up their papers to leave in her Rambler. Mark became excited when he saw it was sunny out. He wanted to feed the ducks their lunch first. They ducks only got a snack, a tidbit, before Matt, Gloria and Mark went to the restaurant and had their meal.

Afterward, in the park, on their bench, Matt and Gloria talked while Gloria watched Mark feed the ducks.

"Lunch tomorrow?" Matt asked.

"Sorry. I'll be busy tomorrow and Friday," Gloria said. She thought how innocuous those words sounded, compared to her activities. Strangely, she felt little guilt. It was only at moments like this, when her two different worlds met, that she felt unease. She was looking forward to tonight, being with Maeve, Johnny and their friends. She was looking forward to Thursday night. She could hardly wait, but it felt silly to think that. She was supposed to feel horror, shame and worse. She realized if she ran into Matt tomorrow or Friday night the first thing she would do would be to ask him if he wanted his cock sucked. She would tell him how much she wanted to taste his come. It was true. Why not say it now? Besides Mark being here? She just couldn't. She had no problem at the service station this morning, before picking up Mark. There'd been several men sitting in old beat-up chairs, calendars with naked women on the walls, cans of oil stacked against a window. She followed the attendant from her car into the room. She asked all of them, straight out. "I would like to suck each of your dicks." She remembered thinking how formal that sounded. "I want you to come in my mouth." They sat there grinning at her like they hadn't heard. "I'd be willing to do it here and people could watch through the window." She turned back to the men; they were looking at each other, moving nervously. She walked up to the one in the middle. "You can be first." She knelt at his knees, reached for his fly. He jumped up . . .

"Are you okay?"

Gloria smiled at him. "Just thinking." She glanced at Mark, back to Matt. "I'm not sure what my schedule will be next week." She'd done all four of them in a back room. "If I had a number . . ."

Matt took a pen out of his jacket inner pocket and wrote his name and number on a sheet from his memo book. "It has been wonderful, these afternoons with you." He handed her the sheet. "I hope we can see more of each other."

On my hands and knees, one in my pussy, one in my mouth, like last night? she wondered. "Have you ever," she paused, "ever used a prostitute?"

Matt stared at her. "A prostitute? That's a strange . . ."

"I was just wondering." Gloria blinked her eyes.

Matt shifted on the bench. "In the service, yes. Once or twice." He looked closely at her. "Why?"

"I was just wondering. If I were a prostitute, how much would you be willing to pay to sleep with me?"

"How much?"

"Twenty dollars?"

"More." Matt looked away, then back at her.

"One hundred dollars."

"But you're not a prostitute?"

"Of course not." Gloria smiled broadly. "I was just wondering. "It was a strange question, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was a strange question." Matt looked at his watch. "I'd better go." He stood up.

Gloria stood up and offered her hand. "Thank you for the wonderful time. I'll know better early next week, Sunday or Monday, what my schedule is. I'll call you."

"Please do. I'd love to see you again. Maybe an evening soon." He squeezed her hand.

"I'll call you."

"Bye." He released her hand, turned and walked away. Partway there he spun and gave a wave, like last time.

Gloria watched Mark in his flock of docks, feeding them bit by bit from his bag. Gloria wondered if she'd see Matt Sunday, if he really was one of the fishermen. If they saw each other, then they both would know, wouldn't they?

Gloria smiled. She wondered who'd she run into on the way to Johnny's tonight. It was her turn to cook. A trip to the grocery store seemed appropriate.

Johnny watched Randall shift between Maeve and Kitty as they tugged him different directions. At first this morning he'd been a mess of blushes and aborted sentences. Now he was just plain distracted.

"This is a really nice house, isn't it?" Johnny asked Maeve.

Maeve snapped back, "Not enough bathrooms, no two car garage, and it's on the water."

Kitty tugged Randall's hand. "Can we see the servants' quarters."

Randall came to a dead stop. "Servants?"

"He hasn't been listening," Kitty said to Johnny. "Servants. My staff," to Randall.

"Quarters would just be extra clutter, dear," Maeve said. "You'll only be here half a year. Stick your servants in a motel somewhere."

"But I'll have to wait howsoever long when I ring." She tugged Randall's wrist. "Wouldn't I, honey?"

"I think," Johnny said, "Kitty is right. Randall, do you have something with a garage apartment?" He nodded to Maeve. "Not on the water, a double garage below the apartment and an excess of bathrooms."

Maeve gave Johnny a hug. "You are so right, dear. She only needs Bunny and Phillips. They could stay together in the apartment."

"But that's unfair," Kitty said. She tugged Randall's wrist. "Bunny's twenty, just like me, vivacious and Phillips is seventy, a trusted family retainer, but a bit doddering. Bunny would be miles and miles away from boyfriend Clarke, that's with an 'e', the chauffeur." Kitty looked at Maeve. "You know how Bunny gets when she isn't . . ."

"Fucked frequently?" Maeve said. "I'm sure I know what you mean." She hugged Johnny. "In a hypothetical sense, dear." She whispered to Johnny. "What are we doing here? This is getting sillier every minute."

Johnny kissed Maeve's cheek. "I think we're broadening Randall's horizons." Johnny watched Kitty drag Randall off.

"But we don't need servants' quarters."

"Something like a garage apartment would be useful."

"How?"

"Darkroom, photographic studio." Johnny smiled.

"How long should we give them this time." Maeve walked to a chair and sat down. "House hunting is making me feel old."

"It is wearing." Johnny knelt by her. "Dear, I have to take off for three or four hours. I need to talk to the printer."

"You're leaving me with them."

"It will be Kitty, Randall and me tomorrow and Friday."

She grinned at him. "I'm trying to think of something biting. But can't." She touched his cheek. "That poor boy."

"He's gotten better, hasn't he?" Johnny took her hand and kissed her fingers. "Showing houses?"

"He's gotten better. Barely."

Johnny stood up. "Should I come back here or call his office."

"Call his office." Maeve stood. "Couldn't we go off into a closet somewhere?"

Johnny kissed her. "Here is perfect. I don't think we'll be interrupted." They kissed.

Maeve dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants.

Johnny looked down at her, his cock in her mouth and gave a quick laugh.

Maeve pulled away. "Are you all right?"

"Wonderful. That feels wonderful." He guided her back to him. "I was just wondering if Gloria had to get gasoline again today."

Maeve nodded her head. Johnny's fingers touched her earring lightly.

"You should have seen his face when Maeve walked in on us." Kitty relaxed under Johnny. The thick pile of the Persian carpet beneath them was scratchy wool but softer than the red tile floor.

Johnny shifted his hips from side to side. "I can imagine." He paused, he kissed her nose. "Maybe I can't."

"You'll have to walk in on him when he's with one of us."

"Tomorrow."

"Is that a date?"

"It is."

"Oh. I'm so excited. I'm a teenager again." Kitty quickly kissed Johnny's nose. "I don't hear anything. You think we're okay?"

"I think Maeve is helping him broaden his repertoire."

"You think so?"

"Either that or they are asleep." Johnny kissed her ear; he shifted, arching his back slightly. "Let's try something. Okay?"

"Okay." Kitty watched his face.

"Wrap your legs around me." He paused. "Tightly."

"Tight." Kitty smiled.

"Now wrap your arms around my neck. Hold tight whatever happens." Johnny bent his arms so his chest pressed against her breasts.

"Tight." Kitty brushed the side of his face with her cheek.

"Hold on." Johnny raised himself on his arms with a grunt. She hung from his neck. "Hold tight." Johnny got onto his knees; she hung under him, only her hair brushing the carpet.

"Whee," Kitty said, swaying under him.

Johnny began to rock forward and backward. She swayed under him with each motion.

"Oh god, Johnny." Kitty looked up at him with huge eyes.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Johnny's face showed little strain as he swung her back and forth.

Kitty swayed under him. "God, Johnny." Her eyes were wide open.

Johnny sat with Maeve on the porch of another house. Both sat in white rocking chairs with wicker seats. "Pretty, isn't it?"

"It's a beautiful garden."

"Like the house?"

"The best so far."

"That's good, we're buying it Friday." Johnny stretched his legs. "For Kitty. Helping Kitty buy it."

"Then why all this?" Maeve fluttered her hand.

"Helping a friend."

"Who helped you?"

Johnny nodded briefly. "This was the only affordable place for Kitty near us."

"I like it." Maeve rocked in her chair. "She'll like it."

"School's not too far, her parents aren't too far. We aren't too far."

"Ronald's not too far." Maeve's half-brother, more than twice her age, was out of town again on business.

"He'd be more comfortable here than with her at my house with the carrying on."

"You have hopes, too."

"I'm not going to press it," Johnny said. "Kitty is . . ."

"Special."

"She said you walked in on them this morning."

"You should have seen his face." Maeve laughed. She rocked. "He jumped up off the bed, held a pillow in front of him and kept saying 'Mrs. . . . Mrs. . . . Mrs. . . .'."

Johnny smiled at her.

"I said, 'I'm a whore, just like her. I demand equal treatment.' I took off my dress. 'Didn't they teach you anything in school?' I kicked of my shoes and climbed onto the bed.

"Kitty said, 'Kiss me, honey. Show that man how two women kiss.' You've noticed how she has a flair for the histrionic."

Johnny nodded. "Like you."

"Where do you think she learned it? So we kissed. We did other things. The poor boy stood there and stared. When we were done, Kitty said to him, 'If you ask her nicely, I'm sure she'll let you fuck her up the ass. Won't you, honey?'

"I sat up and looked at him. I said, 'I want to suck his cock first.' "

"And he said?" Johnny asked.

"He wilted. I think it was the strong language." Maeve rocked her chair. "So Kitty and I talked about houses. She wanted him to show her the kitchen, right then and there."

"Undressed?"

"Of course. He had to follow. No telling what mischief she'd get herself into."

"So you did it there?"

"Laundryroom."

"All three of you?" Johnny wriggled his feet from side to side so his shoes clacked against one another.

"All three." Maeve stopped rocking and glanced at him. "I'll say this for youth. Lasting power."

"I'm not that old."

"I meant me, I'm younger than him. I think it was the part where I turned on the washer and sat straddling a corner that did him in."

"Sounds exciting."

"One of my best performances."

"Shatter glass?"

Maeve began rocking harder. "Almost." She looked at Johnny. "Does the furniture come with the house?"

Johnny gave a nod. "Any of it we want, we can keep."

"Some of this old stuff is pretty nice, isn't it?"

"Including me?" Johnny asked.

"You're the nicest. If you weren't a pimp I'd say you were a good man."

"Why thank you, mam."

Maeve stopped her rocker. "I wonder what Gloria would look like on our washer? Spin cycle."

"Sheets, so the load would become unbalanced?"

"Would she keep her eyes shut or hold them wide open?"

They heard the door open behind them. They turned. Kitty walked onto the porch, drawing Randall with her by his shirt cuff. His hair was in disarray.

"What are you two talking about?" Kitty asked.

"Washing the clothes," Maeve said.

"How do you like the house?" Johnny asked.

"The best so far." Kitty hugged Randall. "Randall didn't know I recently inherited twenty million dollars and am interested in investing in real estate."

"Real estate is always a wise investment," Johnny said, standing. "Randall, I suggest you carry a comb. Either that or drive with the top and windows up."

Randall looked warily at Maeve. She stood. "You've looked a fright all day, dear, but I didn't want to say anything."

Kitty hugged Randall. "How many houses like this would twenty million buy?"

Randall began a slow grin.

Johnny glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. Meet again tomorrow?" He looked at Kitty, then Randall.

"Do say yes," Kitty said. She squeezed Randall.

Randall nodded, grinning.

Gloria parked her Rambler in a nearly empty row of cars in front of the grocery store. She sat in her seat after she turned off the engine. She thought about how she was going to do this, get out of her car, walk to the store, shop, and come back to her car.

Johnny, she thought, this isn't going to be easy. She put her purse on her lap, dropped the keys inside, took a deep breath and grasped the handle.

An older model car filled with men parked beside her. She got out of her car, bent down to look in the passenger window. They were young, twenties and early thirties, dressed in work clothes. Construction workers, she guessed. "Hi. Would one of you be able to help me?" She gave a nervous smile. "My car won't start."

The man next to the window grinned at her. "Sure, lady."

Gloria got back in her car. She pretended to turn the key in the column. "See. Nothing."

The man got out of the car and looked in her window. "I'll check under your hood. May be the battery or starter, mam."

"Thank you," Gloria said. She gave him a big smile.

His friends joined him. All stood at the front of the car, partially blocked from her view by the open hood. They talked, did things to the engine. One came around and said, "Try her now."

Gloria pretended to turn the key. She looked up. "Nothing," she said. She gave him a nervous smile. He was dressed in dungarees and a dirty t-shirt, his cigarettes rolled under the sleeve. He was very masculine, not tall, dark; the hairs on his muscular arms were covered with a white dust.

The men talked, pushed and shoved wires. He came back to her.

Gloria turned the car keys and the engine started. She looked up and smiled broadly. "It's working! Oh, thank you." She turned off the engine and looked out the window at the smiling men as the hood was closed and latched. She opened her door and stood. "You men saved my life." She smiled. "I would like to properly thank you."

The men, all five, filled the space between the two cars. "Don't worry about it, miss," one said. They noticed how she was dressed, how pretty she was.

"Oh, I do." Gloria eyed each one in the face, they looked like they worked hard, their faces, their arms and hands, had sweaty dirt smears. They smelled like they worked hard, a strong and attractive scent to her. Gloria leaned against her door. "I really want to thank you." She smiled, her lips slightly parted. "I want to thank you properly." She stood away from the car, straight. "I want each of you to screw me. Fuck me. But first," she grinned, "I want to suck your dicks. I want you to come in my mouth."

The men looked at each other, then one said, "Mam?"

"Two at once if you like, one in my pussy, one in my mouth." She looked each one in the eye and she said, "I really can't thank you enough."

"Mam?" They were fidgeting.

"Well? Do you know a more private place?" She studied them. They looked at each other. "Or we could do it here." She stared at the center, wiry man with sunbleached blond hair. She smiled slowly, her eyes on his. She stood straighter. "Here?" She grinned. She reached to undo her halter-top. "All right."

Her top hung from her neck when the man at her left said, "My place is close."

Gloria reached to untie the neck. "Good. I'll ride with you boys." The top fell loose in her hand.

Two ran around to the other side of their car and got in. The driver started the engine. The others brushed past her and opened their doors. She sat in the front between the driver and the wiry blond. She settled herself in the seat. She put her hand on both their legs and gave each a squeeze. "I really can't thank you enough, can I?"

Gloria pulled into the Winn-Dixie. She was doing her grocery shopping later than she'd hoped. She smiled to herself as she got out of her car, adjusted her shorts. She was putting Johnny's stricture into abeyance. She was certain he'd understand. She walked slowly to the grocery store, thinking about her shopping list. Ground chuck, buns, a side dish, she wasn't sure about what yet. She thought she might want to purchase hot dogs. She grinned. Maybe the boys at Johnny's would like a late snack.

She walked through the door of the store. She had a phone number for the five she'd just done. Al's number, the shorter, dark one. They were fun. She would see if this store had a stationery display. She could use a memo book for herself. She was beginning to collect telephone numbers.

Maeve heard a car pulling into the driveway and went to see who it was. She was hoping it was Gloria. They had begun to worry, had called Kitty, who said Gloria left her home two hours ago. Maeve left the others in the garage. Johnny and his friends were still working on the book and had papers and photos spread out over the picnic table.

Maeve stood in the living room, waiting. The door opened and Gloria walked in, naked. She held her shoes in her fingers; a large grocery bag was supported by that hand. Maeve could see Gloria's clothes in the top of the bag. She smiled. She wasn't sure she would have gone through all the extra crap Gloria was going through. Of course she would. Because Johnny wanted her to.

Maeve held out her hands for the bag. Gloria handed it to her, then slipped into her heels. She stood erect and faced Maeve.

Maeve's nose twitched. "You've been fucking."

Gloria nodded. "Johnny has this thing I have to do when I'm out and I went a little overboard." Gloria gave a shy smile.

Maeve carried the bag into the kitchen. Gloria followed. Maeve set the bag on the counter and turned. "I don't think I'd tell Johnny. There isn't a problem that I can see, but he tends to . . ."

"I know," Gloria said. She took her shorts out of the bag and rinsed them in the sink. She turned to Maeve. "I leaked a little." She squeezed out the water and carried the shorts to the bathroom to hang and dry. When she came back, Maeve had the bag unpacked.

"Hot dogs." Maeve looked at her.

"Just in case." Gloria put the wieners in the refrigerator. "I thought I'd make hamburgers tonight. I couldn't think of what else to go with them so I bought a tin of chips. Pickles. Makings for coleslaw."

Maeve separated the items. "You make the burgers, I'll make the slaw."

"Thanks."

"Since you've already screwed tonight, I'm going to hog the boys after dinner." She looked up from the mandolin that she was using to cut the cabbage. "At least for a while."

"There's that thing I'm supposed to do."

"We'll work it out, dear," Maeve said. She looked sideways as Gloria put the first patty in the frying pan. "Johnny and I appreciate your diligence."

Gloria nodded. "Thanks."

"Johnny's a bastard, but it sure is easy to want to please him, isn't it?"

Gloria smiled. "I'm enjoying it." She pressed the spatula on the patty.

"Good. It'd be terrible not to enjoy what you are doing."

After dinner in the garage, Johnny took Gloria aside while Maeve, Charles, Alex and Michael undressed. Michael had to leave early, so he was going to be first. Maeve saw Johnny explain what he wanted Gloria to do with the pictures on the picnic table. Maeve enjoyed watching Gloria; she had a calm assurance. Gloria presented herself well. The boys were getting used to seeing her naked all the time; they weren't staring like they used to do. Gloria has beautiful breasts, Maeve thought. Not as large as mine; beautiful breasts that would look perfect on a model. Maeve wondered if Gloria would accept advice on her hair. She has beautiful hair; she should let it hang more loosely, more freely.

The boys were ready, Alex had his camera and flash bulbs, and Michael waited for her on the bed. Maeve walked to the bed, sat on it, and touched Michael's stomach. "Michael, I want things to be a little rougher tonight. At least at the start." She twisted, bent and kissed him.

"Rougher, how?" Michael asked.

"I want to feel used. I want to feel taken."

"Beaten?" Michael sat up.

"Not beaten, but yes."

"Okay." Michael stood up. He walked over to Charles and talked softly for a moment so she couldn't hear them. Michael then walked quietly around the room; looking at the walls, staring at spots, the ceiling, the metal garage door, the table by the refrigerator. He circled the room, slowly coming closer to Maeve. She waited.

Michael stood in front of her. "Stand up." His voice was harsh.

Maeve stood.

"Look only at the floor." Michael reached out and grabbed her hair, pushing her head down. "You do not have permission to look anyone in the face." He gave her head a shake, then released her hair.

She could feel the presence of someone behind her.

"Hold out your arms," Michael said. "Sideways."

She raised her arms. She felt Charles, she thought it was Charles, tie a rope to each wrist.

"Clasp your hands behind your back," Michael said.

Maeve clasped her hands behind her back. Then she felt someone gather her hair, hold it high above her head. She felt a rope tied to her hair. Her hair was released, it fell heavily onto her back.

Michael came close. "Maeve," he said softly. "Gloria is watching you. Her eyes are wide open. She's transfixed."

Maeve gave the slightest nod. Her arms were grabbed harshly, she was pulled across the room; fingers pressed into her skin. She was halted, shaken roughly.

The rope on her hair was jerked upward, her face lifted and she saw Michael's smiling face briefly before she could shut her eyes.

"What did I tell you?" Michael said.

Maeve shook her head. She heard a chair scrape on the floor. It felt like someone was close behind her. She felt her hair being tugged upward.

"Higher," Michael said.

Her head was jerked higher. She stood as straight as possible.

"Now her hands."

Her wrists were pulled high over her head, straight up. She had to stand on her toes. She felt a foot kick her feet apart, she hung from her wrists. It hurt. It was hurting more and more. Something, cloth, a rag, clothing, she didn't know what it was, pushed into her open mouth.

Michael's voice was close to her. "If you have problems with this, blink. It won't be long."

Maeve kept her eyes shut. She began to count slowly. At seven the chair scraped again. At twelve she felt a snap; wet towel, she didn't know. She danced; her back was hit ten times, each stinging blow was announced by a loud "crack". She hung still, her head held up by the rope holding her hair.

The chair scraped. Her head was released, one wrist, then the other, quickly, as if the ropes had been cut. She fell forward. Hands grabbed her roughly. She was turned around quickly, then moved a step or two until she was held against the wall, standing. They held her, one at each side pressing her into the cement block wall, hands grasping her arms near her shoulders.

Someone fucked her; she thought it was Michael. Then they pulled her away from the wall and walked her to the bed. She could feel her shins bang into it. Her wrists were tied together over her head; the gag was pulled from her mouth. Hands lifted her, dumped her onto her back onto the bed. She kept her eyes shut. Her ankles were pulled apart; they were tied to something so that she couldn't bring her legs together.

She felt a body climb onto the bed, his skin rubbed hers. Her hair was tugged. A voice, Michael's voice, said by her ear. "Keep your eyes closed." He paused as she felt the man on top of her enter her. "Each of them is going to use you, then you'll be released." Her head was shaken. "Gloria is sitting at the picnic table watching this. She stood until just now. Johnny asked her if she wanted to fuck you with a beer bottle. She said no, but you can tell she's thinking about it." The man fucking her picked up tempo. "Having fun?" Michael asked.

Maeve gave a slight nod. She swung her tied wrists over her head so her arms locked around the neck of the man fucking her. "Faster, bastard," she said.

The tempo increased faster still. Michael said into her ear. "I have to go. Hope you have fun."

Maeve smiled toward the sound of his voice. "Thanks Michael." She turned back and gave her arms a jerk. "I said do it faster, bastard."

Gloria studied the beer bottle in her hand and wondered if it was okay. She lowered herself so her breasts rubbed Maeve's, she whispered into Maeve's ear. "I was going to use this beer bottle on you. Is that all right?"

Maeve shook her head. "Don't ask. Do it." She pulled Gloria close to her. "Fuck me, bitch." Maeve licked her face. "Fuck me until I come." Maeve released Gloria.

Gloria slid down Maeve's body. She faced Maeve's reeking pussy, shoved the bottle in slowly until the neck was fully inside her. Gloria used the thumb on her other hand to gently stroke Maeve's clit. Gloria pushed the bottle slowly in and out. Gloria watched Maeve closely. Gloria had only found out about the clit on Sunday. Kitty showed her. Thirty-one and just learning something like that. Gloria tried to remember how she felt, tried to see and feel those sensations in Maeve. A tenseness in Maeve's thighs. Arching, Maeve was responding to the thrusts, arching her pelvis into them. Gloria looked at Maeve's face. Her eyes were shut. She moved her lips as if she were saying prayers. Her faced looked as if it were glowing. She looked like a holy martyr or saint in an agony of passion.

Gloria watched Maeve's pussy. Her pelvis jerked more rapidly now. Her legs were taut.

Outside, Gloria was surprised at how much longer it seemed. She remembered how it felt afterwards, on Sunday, too quickly over.

Maeve arched her back, her hips jumped upwards. Gloria kept the bottle thrusting slowly, her thumb moving gently.

Maeve gasped, lay still. Gloria stopped. Maeve said, "Come here, bitch."

Gloria lay the bottle on the bed outside of Maeve's legs. She slipped up Maeve's body, across her flat stomach, over her large breasts. Maeve's eyes were open. "Kiss me, bitch."

They kissed. Maeve's tied arms held Gloria close. Maeve whispered. "Bitch, you fucked this whore good."

Gloria raised her head and looked Maeve in the eyes. "Whore, this bitch is happy she pleases you." They kissed. Then they lay together for several minutes.

"All right," Maeve said. "The boys and I are going to play a while longer, then you'll join us."

Gloria nodded, she slid off Maeve. She stood near the bed and watched as Charles untied Maeve's hands and Johnny untied her ankles from the broomstick. Alex held the bottle. His camera sat on the picnic table.

Maeve sat up. "I have to pee first." She stood. "Anybody who wants to watch, can." She walked over to the toilet stall. There were no takers on her offer.

Gloria attached tags to each photo. Each tag indicated the page the photo was to appear and had space for sizing information which Alex said the printer would add. Alex had sat with her while she did this. They worked out an arrangement for the cards. Alex looked pleased. Gloria smiled to herself. If he'd asked, she would have done it gladly, anyway. Maybe he was just being good-natured. Maybe not. It was becoming increasingly hard to tell. That scene with Maeve earlier, when they'd hung her from the metal garage door rails. She hadn't been comfortable with that. She didn't ever want to do that. But still . . .

Alex was back with Charles and Johnny and Maeve. Maeve was insatiable.

Maeve positioned Gloria under her, on her back, so Gloria's head was under Maeve's pussy. Maeve on her arms and knees straddled her so that Gloria's pussy was by Maeve's face. Gloria and Maeve fingered each other while the boys fucked Maeve.

The boys were slowing. Everyone was slowing down. It was getting late. Maeve rested her face on Gloria's thigh, watched her fingers flit across Gloria's pussy, felt Gloria's fingers on her as someone, she thought it was Charles, fucked her. She felt him stop, withdraw from her; she missed the feeling of fullness. She knew he was filling Gloria's mouth with come. She hoped Alex was getting great photos. She was only a little sorry Gloria was getting barely a mouthful. Gloria would get her chance tomorrow night.

Johnny was in her. She could always tell when it was Johnny.

Gloria was joining them in bed again tonight. She hoped Gloria knew that.

Maeve positioned her mouth over Gloria's pussy and used her tongue. She could feel Gloria stiffen, then relax.

Maeve missed Kitty. She was glad Johnny found a good babysitter.

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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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