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Chapter Fourteen

Thursday, October 23, 1958

Maeve parked her red Thunderbird in front of the room at the motel. Gloria parked her white Rambler beside it. Maeve got out of her car and walked to the room door. She waited for Gloria before opening it with her key. She left the door open and walked in.

"Well, here it is," Maeve said. "You might as well take your dress off. Introductions are perfunctory here."

Gloria stood by the dresser. She glanced at Maeve, took a step to close the room door.

"With the door open." Maeve sat in a chair by the door. "I hate this place."

A few moments later the owner and Bob walked into the room. Maeve stood and shut the door. "Gloria. The tall one is Bob. The short one is the owner of this fine establishment." She paused. "Sheets get changed once a week here." She walked past the men and stood beside Gloria.

"Men," she looked at Bob and the owner, "I use that term loosely here. Men this is Gloria, our new girl." She smiled at Gloria. "Shoes, too." She walked past the men and stood by the door. "On the bed, Gloria."

She opened the door. "I'll be sitting in my car." She paused. "Men, Gloria is just visiting today. She'll be coming here next week. I'll be working here today and tomorrow." She smiled at them. "She wanted to meet you." Maeve walked out and shut the door.

Gloria could hardly breathe. The owner was pumping his cock in and out of her throat, holding her head with his hands so she couldn't move. She hadn't even had a chance to say her line; he was on her like that. She could see Bob, who stood waiting by the side of the bed. He'd removed his clothes and had a large dick aimed at her.

She looked back at the owner. He had this strange half grin as he worked away at her. He . . .

There was a loud noise; everybody jumped. The owner pulled out of her. Maeve came into view swinging a baseball bat at the lamp on the dresser. It went over, its shade crumpled.

"You're okay, honey. God, I'm sounding like Kitty." Maeve hit the top of the dresser with the bat. "But you men, I've had enough of this shit." She raised the bat, held it ready to swing. "Don't either of you move." Maeve paused.

The owner started to speak, he squeaked.

"Buster, it's you I'm mad at. Don't you ever, ever, understand that, ever, go at one of us like that again. If we want it rough we'll tell you, otherwise, you'd better be gentle." Maeve watched them.

"And you, Bob. We pay you to protect us from assholes like Mr. Owner here. You're not holding up your end of the bargain, are you?" She lowered the bat.

"We're whores, sure. Some whores fuck for money. Some whores fuck for fun. Some whores fuck for fun and money. So what? This place is shit, Mr. Owner, you are a shit." Maeve looked sharply at Bob. "Don't try it." She raised the bat. "Our being whores doesn't mean we shouldn't be treated like respectable people. Understand that? We expect, deserve, to be treated like respectable people." Maeve lowered the bat. "Shit. Pearls before swine." She turned to Gloria. "All right, dear. Let them hear your line. I'm going to sit out in the car." She smiled. "Go ahead, dear. It's all right."

Gloria looked at the motel owner then Bob. "I want to suck your dicks. I want to swallow your come. Please, let me swallow your come."

"Nicely said." Maeve took her bat to the door. "I hear anything I don't like, I'm coming in with a pistol, firing." She smiled brightly at Gloria. "You stay low, hear?" She went out the door and closed it.

Bob, remarkably enough, never lost his erection. He was first. As gentle as any, she thought. Gloria wondered what he was like when he fucked. When Bob was done he dressed and left the room.

It took the motel owner longer, but he finally came. He even said, "Thank you," before leaving. He shut the door behind him.

Maeve entered, shut the door behind her. She frowned, smiled at Gloria, and sat on the bed. "Hope I didn't scare you."

"You really have a gun?"

"Never saw the need for one." Maeve stood. "Well, you'd better be off so you can rest up." She looked around the room. "This place has always been a sorry mess. Oh well." Maeve began picking up pieces of lamp.

Gloria helped, then dressed. She told Maeve, "They were really considerate."

Maeve grinned. "That will last a couple of days. Then it will be back to the old ways." She looked around the room. "No wonder Kitty is a mess." Maeve frowned. "Now off with you. No stops for gasoline, groceries, impromptu fuckings. You have a busy night ahead." She hugged Gloria.

Gloria held her and they kissed. "Aye Aye."

"Which is sailor talk for fuck me hard, mister."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Maeve walked Gloria to the door. "Rest when you get back. Girls' Night Out are always hectic."

Gloria kissed Maeve, waved from her Rambler. She wondered, when driving away, if maybe she shouldn't stop and get gas. She'd hate to run out, Maeve wouldn't want her to run out, would she? Gloria smiled to herself. She knew just the station.

Maeve made two hundred seventy; the motel owner got his twenty-seven fifty, Bob got his ten, which left her $232.50. She fucked nine men. She was done at three, got home with groceries for dinner just as Gloria was leaving. They kissed. Maeve told her it felt good to be working, wished her luck with the sailors.

Maeve watched Gloria drive off. She closed the door and went to the kitchen. Johnny and Kitty would be home soon. It would be good to see Kitty.

Johnny and Kitty held hands. Randall tried not to notice, he couldn't help but notice. Johnny pulled him aside and said, "I see you've noticed Miss Katherine's and my affection for each other. Please don't breathe a word to my wife. She isn't the kind of person to understand true love." Johnny leaned close to Randall. "Kitty and I kissed last night. First base. She tells me she's a virgin. I do so love the pure of heart." Johnny winked at him.

Kitty walked into the room, spotted them and walked over. "What are you two doing? Forming a cabal? Can I join?" She held Randall's arm. She looked at Johnny. "Randall wanted to show me the amenities of the master bedroom and bath. Didn't you, Randall?"

Johnny said to them as they walked off, "I'll be out in the car waiting. I might take a nap." Johnny smiled. Kitty was giving him, or Randall -- no him -- Randall didn't notice such things, her best hip swaying walk.

Johnny left the house and sat in his car. Gloria had checked out a book for him on music appreciation. He was beginning to be able to discern a difference between Bach and Brahms, their names at least. Perhaps Maeve would enjoy teaching him. Her music was important to her. Johnny glanced at his watch. Eleven. Lunch at twelve-thirty or one, depending on Randall. Another house in the afternoon. He wasn't going to have a chance at Kitty until they left for home.

Kitty sat on the floor next to the sliding glass doors. She appreciated carpeting more now. Terrazzo was awfully hard. Randall napped flat on his back. Sleeping off lunch, she suspected. She smiled to herself. Randall was getting better. He was learning where things were. He was one of those men who confused a stove with an oven.

Kitty stood up and walked over to a chair. She pulled a cushion from the seat and returned to her place in front of the glass door.

What did she want in a house? She'd never really thought about it seriously, before. A room for herself. Another for Mark. Perhaps a third for guests. One bathroom would be fine with her, but maybe he'd feel better with a bathroom not cluttered with women's things. You know how men are. Won't share your shampoo because they are afraid they'll smell funny. Two bathrooms.

It sounded like an extravagance. A living room. But Johnny's with a recreation room was nice. Separate TV from culture. A place to read, relax, while the other did something different. Like work on a jigsaw puzzle and watch a quiz show.

Johnny, where was Johnny, was talking like she would have ten thousand a year from a couple of days' work a week. She'd believe it when she saw it.

This yard had nice plants. She'd have a banana palm so Mark could see bananas grow. Fruit trees. She remembered being a child and making toad homes. She'd have to show Mark. You cover your foot with dirt, pack the dirt down with your hands. When you pull out your foot, you undo it carefully, so the roof doesn't collapse. The thing is, if a toad likes it, stays the night, they'll leave a nickel for you to find the next morning. She'd love to show Mark that.

Mark. Gloria had done so much with Mark in just a few days. All her parents ever did was sit in front of the television with him. Which was nice, he was safe, he was loved; only it wasn't best for him. Kitty wondered how Gloria would do tonight. Gloria did okay a few days ago. The captain kept her for himself and Gloria had done the rest of the men. She seemed to like it. Gloria would find out if she'd really like it after tonight.

Johnny was one to throw one into it. Baptism of fire. She remembered her first time. She remembered Maeve. She remembered Maeve the next morning in the shower. On the bed. With Johnny, without Johnny, Johnny to herself.

She heard Randall stir. She crawled over to him. "Sir? Sir? Are you all right?" She kissed him. "I've been ever so worried." She kissed him. "We did, well you know what we did, and then you lost consciousness."

Randall opened his eyes. "Miss Katherine."

"Mr. Randall." Kitty grinned. "Uncle is napping. Do you think we could do that again?"

Randall rose, leaning on an elbow. "What time is it?"

Kitty leaned over and grabbed his wrist. "Three."

"Oh."

"Maybe I should wear your watch so next time you ask I won't have to grab your wrist."

Randall shook his head. "No. That's okay." He sat up. "We should get dressed. What if someone found us like this?"

"We could explain the health benefits of naturism."

Randall stood. "Where are my clothes?"

"I thought you loved me." Kitty made a very sad face.

Randall wandered off, came back a minute later. "What did you say?"

"I thought you loved me. I thought we were going to do it again." Kitty stood. "Please, Randall. I've never done it in a closet." Kitty grabbed the clothes out of Randall's hands. "Quick. Where's a closet we can use?"

Randall bent to pick up his shirt.

Kitty walked off. She found a closet and shut herself in. "Randall, I'm in a closet."

Kitty listened, nothing.

"Randall, I'm ready to fuck." Kitty waited a few seconds, said, "I'm ready to fuck, Randall," louder. She waited a few seconds then she yelled it louder still. A minute more, she screamed it. She waited. She screamed it even louder.

The door opened. "What are you . . ."

"I'm ready to fuck, Randall. See?" Kitty sat with her legs spread. She had two fingers in her pussy, she moved her hand in and out. "See Randall. Just thinking of you makes me wet." She pulled out her hand, held it in front of her. "See?"

Randall watched while she did a repeat performance. He shook his head. "Miss Katherine."

Kitty got on her hands and knees and crawled toward him. "Mr. Randall." She turned around. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Mr. Randall, I'm ready to fuck."

"Miss Katherine."

"Kids?" Kitty heard Johnny's voice. "Where are you?"

"Randall, if you don't come in here right now and fuck me," Kitty smiled, "I'll scream."

"Your clothes." Randall stood back, as if ready to bolt.

"Get them. Quick," Kitty said.

Randall darted off.

Kitty waited. She wondered what Girls' Night Out would be like.

Randall darted back, his arms held her shoes, shirt and slacks.

"Quick, I think I hear him coming," Kitty said.

Randall darted into the closet.

Kitty closed the door. "Now Randall, while you're undressing, can you tell my why I'd want a closet like this?" Kitty helped him with his shoes. "Is this a pantry or a linen closet? Maybe it's a broom closet. Or is it a walk-in?"

Randall's clothes fell on her. It was absolute night in the closet except for a thin band of light at the bottom of the door. She hoped he didn't suffer from claustrophobia.

Johnny poured himself a glass of water in the kitchen. He could hear them coming down the stairs. Earlier, they'd made so much noise he had been tempted to walk in on them. Accidentally, of course. He'd save that for tomorrow.

Kitty looked like she'd had a good time. Randall's hair was a mess and his shirt was mis-buttoned. Johnny smiled and nodded toward Randall.

Kitty glanced sideways at Randall. "Oh, poor dear." She looked at Johnny. "He fell down the stairs." She brushed Randall's hair into place with her fingers. She kissed a finger then touched it to Randall's nose.

Johnny winked at her, nodded.

Kitty stood back from Randall. "Oh. Your shirt. Howsoever did that happen?" She helped him take off his jacket and tie, then helped him rebutton his shirt. She looked toward Johnny. "I don't know what the poor boy would do without me." She helped Randall tie his tie, then helped his jacket on. She brushed his sleeves. "There. Good as ever." She turned to Johnny. "Time to go?"

Johnny looked at his watch. "It's exactly time to go." He stepped to Randall and held out his hand. "I thank you for your time today."

Randall peered at him strangely, then shook his hand. If Johnny didn't know Randall better he'd think he was catching on.

"Same time tomorrow, then?" Johnny held his hand out to Kitty.

Randall smiled. "Yes. Same time."

Johnny rushed Kitty out to the car, seated her, sat himself in the driver's seat and turned the key. "Know a nice private spot? An alley nearby?" Johnny glanced at her as they pulled onto the road. "I want to plunge into your pussy while it is still slimy."

Kitty laughed. "Maeve warned me about your romantic ways." She pointed. "Turn right here."

"That wasn't romance, that was lust."

"Turn right here."

"It's driven me crazy to be around you like this and not . . ."

"Turn right here." Kitty paused. "Now stop."

Johnny stopped the car. "Here?"

"No, silly. You're just as bad as Randall." Kitty opened her hand. "I have the key to the house. As soon as he's gone we'll go back in." Kitty puckered her lips.

Johnny kissed her. "Is that moth balls I smell?"

"Don't ask."

"How is Randall doing?"

"We spent an hour exploring the intricacies of closets." Kitty grinned. "He needs more work, poor boy."

"Don't they teach them anything in college?"

"Apparently not."

"It's a shame."

"That's him." She slapped his hand. "Don't wave at him."

"I was trying to be inconspicuous."

"Sad thing is you were, honey." Kitty tapped the dash. "Let's get this crate rolling."

"Such language." Johnny turned and smiled at her.

"I can't wait either."

Johnny looked up from his plate of spaghetti. "You don't like it?"

Maeve shook her head. "It's not that. It's wonderful." She lay her fork down and took a sip of wine. "You know how I am."

Kitty turned to Johnny and watched his smile. "How's the salad?" he asked.

Maeve sat back in her chair with her wineglass in her hand. "You're getting better." She grinned at him.

Kitty went back to her meal. They would circle each other like that, playfully. Johnny knew Maeve never ate a great deal on a big night. He also knew she loved salads. The spaghetti was for him and her, not Maeve. It was also quick to fix. Kitty looked up at Maeve. "Want to place a side bet on who gets back first?"

Maeve leaned forward, set her glass down. "How much?"

"Ladies?" Johnny said. "I'd like you two to stay together as much as possible."

Kitty looked closely at Johnny. "Together?"

Maeve watched Johnny.

"Together. As much as possible. You don't have to be Siamese twins," Johnny said.

Kitty looked at Maeve. Maeve took a sip of wine and nodded. "We can do it that way."

"And." Johnny looked from Kitty to Maeve, then back to Kitty. "I'd like you both to be back as close to midnight as possible." He grinned, "I know, things come up."

Kitty looked at Maeve, then Johnny. "But what if a whole bunch of things come up." She paused. "A passle."

"A posse." Maeve smiled happily.

"One of those two, who knows?" Kitty pushed her plate forward. "We don't get to have any fun." She looked to Maeve, grinned, then to Johnny. "Why?"

"Ask Maeve."

Kitty turned to Maeve. "Okay. Why?"

"Safety." Maeve set her empty glass down. "I'm ready."

Kitty stood. "You two are being very serious. I need to change my clothes."

Johnny rose. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. "Your call, Kitty. Whoever wins decided where to go, what to do."

Kitty shut her eyes. "Heads." She held her hands up, her fingers crossed.

Johnny threw the coin. "Heads."

Kitty opened her eyes. "I really won?"

Maeve stood. "Kiddo, or rather boss, you really won."

Kitty smiled. She took Maeve's hand as they walked to their room. "Maeve, I'm depending on your expertise, you know."

"Kids." They turned. Johnny's hands were filled with dirty dishes. "First one with one hundred dollars wins." He walked toward the kitchen, stopped and grinned at them. "I can't imagine anyone wanting a henpecked pimp." He disappeared from view.

Maeve squeezed Kitty's hand. Kitty turned to her. "Wait until we're married. He thinks he's henpecked now."

Kitty grinned. "Dresses?"

"Slinky dresses, short. Heels."

"How short?"

"Dare we risk showing our knees?"

"Omigod." Kitty laughed. She turned on the light in Johnny's room. "If we do that they'll think we're whores."

Kitty sat in the passenger seat while Maeve drove her red Thunderbird. "Where do you think we should go?"

Maeve spoke without turning her head. "What are you after, quantity or quality?"

"That's a hard one." Kitty placed her thumb under her chin, forefinger tapping her nose. "I was leaning toward quantity, myself."

"Five, seven-fifty, ten, fifteen dollar types?"

Kitty tapped her nose. "One of us has to get one hundred dollars tonight, by twelve." She tapped her nose. "You know, quality might be better."

"Twenty, twenty-five, thirty dollar types?"

"We're already thirty dollar girls."

Maeve giggled.

"Most of the time." Kitty placed her hand on Maeve's leg. "Twenty dollar whores?" She rubbed Maeve's leg.

"I'm getting ready to shift."

"I'm out of your way, aren't I?"

"Deliciously so." Maeve downshifted. They waited at a light.

"So that leaves out bars."

"But not the Yacht Club."

"Can we get in there?"

"Or the country club."

"You know a way to get in there?"

"There's a band and dance at one of the" Maeve paused, grinned at Kitty, shifted as the car accelerated, "finer hotels tonight."

"Which shall we crash first?"

"The Yacht Club. If that's a dud we'll go to the hotel. If that's a dud, we'll go to the country club."

"And if that is a dud?" Kitty asked.

"We can always be bar whores."

Kitty watched the street lights gleam on Maeve's face. "Bar whores aren't bad."

"My kind of people."

"The Yacht Club, then." Kitty paused. "Are we perhaps under dressed?"

Maeve quickly grinned at Kitty, faced ahead. "There is a bag in the trunk. Wraps, clutches, even dresses if we need them."

Kitty laughed. "Okay, you win. You're the boss on this one."

"We'll both be boss." Maeve turned into the parking lot by the Club. She quickly found a spot and parked.

"We'll have a long walk way out here."

"More people will see us then."

"The Yacht Club isn't the type of place where we'll be giving blowjobs in a toilet stall, is it? It's more refined."

"Be ready to improvise. Be ready to be surprised."

Maeve opened the trunk; they selected their wraps, gloves and bags. Maeve shut the trunk. They looked at each other, grinned, and began their walk to the club.

"I wonder what Gloria is doing right now?" Kitty asked.

Maeve gave a slow smile. "Probably getting herself fucked silly."

"Poor girl." Kitty turned to Maeve and grinned. "Pretty soon it'll be our turn."

"Don't get your hopes up too high."

Kitty watched Maeve walk across the floor of the bar. She still wasn't sure how they had gotten in. Now Maeve, after being seated, had decided she needed to refresh her powder.

Maeve walks with such grace, such command, Kitty thought. Every motion was controlled. Her hand was held a certain way; her clutch positioned in front of her in such a way as to create a visual center between face and breasts and hips and long legs. Every man in the room had stopped to watch Maeve. Even women stared.

A man stood at her table. "May I join you?"

Kitty smiled. "I would be delighted."

He sat down. "My name is Roger Thorndyke."

"Katherine Parsons."

"I don't think I have seen you here before."

"It's my first time. I'm house hunting." She smiled. House hunting.

"You are planning to move here?"

"Only in the winter months. My home is just outside of Charlottesville."

"Beautiful country there, isn't it?" A waiter came to their table. "May I order a drink for you?"

"Thank you, Roger," Kitty said. "A daiquiri." Kitty smiled brightly at him.

Roger gave their order and studied her. "I believe you must be the prettiest woman in the room."

Kitty wondered if her skirt were too short. "Hardly." She tipped her head toward Maeve. "That woman over there is the most handsome person I've ever seen."

Roger turned his head and glanced at Maeve. His gaze stuck a moment on her standing between two men, returned to Kitty.

"It's all right," Kitty said. "She's my hostess while I'm in town." Kitty leaned forward. "Isn't she absolutely gorgeous?"

Roger looked at Maeve a second time. He returned his gaze to Kitty. "I stand by my statement."

Kitty laughed and flicked her fingers at him. "Off to the optometrist with you, young man. You can't see." She sat back in her seat. "Or can't believe what you see." Kitty leaned forward. "She's helping me find a house." Kitty glanced at Maeve then back at Roger and spoke softly. "She's all the talk on the West Coast. It's a wonder a Hollywood producer hasn't snapped her up."

Roger glanced again at Maeve, returned his smile to Kitty. "I much prefer blondes."

Kitty sat back in her seat. "I'm definitely that." Hint. Hint. Hint. She wondered how she would broach the subject of cost to Roger. He certainly looked like he could afford a good deal more than thirty dollars. She guessed it depended if it happened in the back seat of a car, or in a ritzy hotel. Kitty tasted her daiquiri. She'd end up paying for the room. Seventy dollars, then. She set the glass on the table, keeping her fingers on the stem. Two of them and she'd win. She grinned.

"You seem happy."

"I'm enjoying the company and the surroundings."

Roger set his whiskey sour on the table and slid a small circle with his glass. "How do we compare?"

"Favorably." Kitty smiled. "The atmosphere is not at all horsy."

Roger grinned. "I can see that you haven't met some of our finer dames. Stay long enough and you'll change your mind."

Kitty smiled. Damn. He expects me to pay him. She looked over at Maeve. She was still standing, talking with the same two older men. They'd been watching her, she realized, and now they were laughing.

Kitty saw one of the men signal the waiter, sign a tab, then all three, Maeve and the two men left. She turned to Roger and took a sip of daiquiri, watching his eyes over the brim of the glass. She sat the glass down on the table and smiled at him. Maeve had the car keys. Neither had a spot of money with them. "Do you sail?"

Roger nodded. He turned and looked out the window. "My yacht is moored at the marina." He looked at Kitty. "Katherine, after we finish our drinks, would you be interested in seeing it?"

Kitty wondered if he had one of those silly caps. She lifted her glass, finished the drink. She looked him straight in the eye and said, "Tally ho."

Roger smiled broadly. He finished his drink. "Tally ho." He signaled a waiter.

Kitty had been waiting for what seemed hours when Maeve finally arrived. Thank goodness the car wasn't locked. Maeve sat next to her in the driver's seat. She looked at Kitty, "Well?"

"He was one of those . . . those . . ."

Maeve laughed. "I know." She opened her purse and took out two one hundred dollar bills. "Bingo."

Kitty stared at the money. "How did you do it?"

"Easy." Maeve put the bills back in her purse. "I told my two new friends that my husband's mistress and I had a bet. I bet that I could walk in the club and pick up one man and have him pay to have sex with me. My husband's mistress thought she could do better and have two. Whoever won got my husband for the week. I told them neither of us had any money on us. Whoever had the money had proof."

Kitty looked in astonishment at Maeve. "You told them flat out?"

"Made a game of it."

"And they fucked you?"

"Both of them." Maeve kissed Kitty. "If it had been serious, it would have been more than one hundred dollars each."

Kitty nodded. "And I ended up with Roger."

"My friends enjoyed that." Maeve touched Kitty's face. "Did you get anything?"

"He fucks terribly." Kitty sat back in her seat. "Terribly." She smiled at Maeve. "I knew before you left he was one of those . . . he thought I was going to pay him."

"Before you realized that, how much were you aiming for?"

"Seventy dollars."

"Kitty." Maeve touched her face. "Look at me."

Kitty turned to Maeve who smiled at her.

"Kitty. With people like this a woman gets an apartment. A very nice apartment. A car, clothes, jewelry. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. It would last one month, two months, six months, maybe longer, though don't count on it. Afterwards, you'd have the clothes and the jewelry. If your reputation hasn't suffered you can try for more of the same. If your reputation is tarnished, the next one will offer less." Maeve paused. "They can't imagine a seventy dollar fuck much less being with a woman like that or touching her." Maeve paused. "She'd be diseased."

"So the hundred dollars?"

"A mere token. A joke."

"If it were real?"

"It would be with one or the other, not both. All night. I'd try for one thousand, be happy with five hundred," Maeve said. "I'd be in Paris or on the Riviera. Something exotic to them. A taste of the foreign."

"So you win." Kitty grinned at Maeve. "I still get seconds."

Maeve glanced at her watch. "We have a couple of hours." She looked at Kitty. "How about a nice bar. I collect the money, keep an eye on things."

Kitty gave Maeve a quick kiss. "Let's get going." She grinned. "Anything to wash the touch of Roger off me." She faced forward as Maeve started her car. "Imagine, me paying him to be fucked."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere, you choose." Kitty looked at Maeve. "Be nice to me. I could never bear to go back to Johnny without earning a plugged nickel."

"He wouldn't laugh at you."

"A nice bar. Twenty five-dollar fucks. I can do that in two hours." Kitty tapped the dashboard. "Sitting on the pinball machine, lights flashing."

"Tilt."

"One after another." Kitty paused. "Maybe five dollars is too much to expect."

"Kitty."

Kitty laughed. "I wonder what Gloria is doing now?"

"Getting herself fucked silly."

Maeve watched Kitty walk around the room, slipping the jersey dress over her head. Kitty had a vertical type of beauty. Long legs, nice hips, arrows pointing up and down, the lines of her pubis, her flat stomach, straight sides, perfect breasts. Kitty's arms were long, hanging from straight shoulders, a long neck, and a perfect face, longer than round, framed by hair just the right length. There was an economy of line and mass. Kitty moved across the floor in the small room behind the bar. Bare, usually occupied by poker players, the table was pushed on its side against the wall. Kitty turned and tossed Maeve the dress.

Kitty motioned to one of the men in the room. Maeve smiled to herself. The men in the room. Kitty had gone from table to table in the bar, explaining the bet. She bet her boyfriend's wife that she could fuck thirty men in two hours. Five dollars each. She didn't have any money; proof of her claim would be one hundred fifty dollars. If she won the bet the wife would have to try to do the same the next night. The wife would have to try to do better than her. The one who won could go to California with the husband and visit Disneyland. A whole week without having to share him with anyone.

Kitty kissed the man, whispered into his ear. He nodded quickly. Kitty knelt at his feet, opened his trousers, and fished out an erection. Now if he can hold it, Maeve thought. Kitty took his cock in her mouth. She fucked the cock with her mouth, fingering herself as she did so. She stopped. She turned around, on her hands and knees, and it started.

The first one was pretty quick. They were lining up. Others watched to the side or stood in front of Kitty. She let them know she could suck them.

Maeve held Kitty's money. She wanted to join her, the two of them, face to face, kissing, as men fucked them. She wanted to feel Kitty's body, her leanness, her hardness. Maeve walked slowly around the room until she stood in front of Kitty, her view partially blocked by a man before her. She could see Kitty's hand, her fingers curled. She could see the straight arm moving with each thrust. She could see Kitty's hair; Kitty's head hung down, her back slightly arched. She was meeting each thrust.

She remembered how Kitty's teeth pressed her lower lip when she concentrated like this.

Johnny heard the car enter the driveway. He checked his watch. Almost one. Not bad. He stood and went into the kitchen. He poured three glasses of wine, set out cheese and crackers on a platter. He was carrying the wine and platter into the living room when they entered, giggling. Kitty was naked. She held a soiled dress in her hand. Maeve wore her dress, but had it over her head as soon as she shut the door. She tossed it at Kitty.

"Here, you slut. Sit on this or you'll ruin the furniture."

Kitty picked up the clean dress from the floor, dropped the other. She looked at Johnny who'd put a record on the stereo. She looked at Maeve and grinned.

Maeve said, "That's nice, Johnny," and walked to the couch where she sat down.

Kitty dropped the dress on the couch and sat right next to her, pressing right up against Maeve. They held hands.

"Interesting evening?" Johnny asked. He set wineglasses before them. He selected several crackers and pieces of cheese and sat with his wine, facing them.

Kitty poked Maeve. "We're supposed to spread our legs like poor Gloria who's getting fucked silly right at this very moment." She spread her legs.

Maeve smiled broadly and spread her legs.

Johnny held his hand to his forehead. "Alas, I won't be the first with either of you tonight."

"But Maeve gets to be first with you tonight," Kitty said. "I admit it. She's a much better whore than me."

"Ah. But you're the better fucked whore tonight," Maeve said.

"You were first."

"I was." Maeve bit a cracker and chewed. "You had to be fucked by inept Roger."

"For free." She looked with distress at Johnny.

"Imagine his feelings when he finds out you aren't wealthy?"

"That's the only thing that helps." Kitty lay her head on Maeve's shoulder. She winked at Johnny. "Beware, Johnny. She's a crafty wench." She nuzzled closer.

Johnny watched them and smiled. "So Maeve is first?"

Maeve nodded; she sipped her wine, watching him.

"And Kitty is second." Johnny finished his wine.

Kitty looked up at Maeve. "He doesn't realize yet, does he?"

"He's known all along."

Kitty looked closely at Johnny. She shook her head. "No, he has no idea."

Maeve stroked Kitty's forehead with her fingers. "You're right. He's only a man. He has no way of knowing." She turned to Johnny. "Why aren't your clothes off, you worm?"

"Worm is right," Kitty said.

Maeve set her empty glass on the table. "He's been warned, hasn't he?"

"There's no way he can complain about stains on the furniture." Kitty stood.

Johnny looked at Maeve.

"On your hands and knees, worm."

Kitty stood beside Johnny, she touched his hair tenderly. "No, he has no idea."

Maeve stood and joined them.

Johnny woke up and extricated himself from the tangle of limbs. He saw by the glowing numbers on the clock dial that it was half past five. He walked through the dark house, went to the kitchen, turned on the light, and walked to his impromptu office corner by the telephone there.

Johnny thumbed through his address book, found the number he wanted, held the book open with the fingers of one hand while he dialed with the other. Once the number was ringing he picked up the receiver from the table.

"Mr. Bryant or his associate, please. This is Johnny." He paused. "Just Johnny. Yes. Thank you." He waited. "Francis? Oh. Marvin. I was just checking to see if you'd heard anything from your operative at the port?" Johnny waited. "She's doing okay, no problems. Good." Johnny smiled. "That's good to hear." He paused. "Listen. She's supposed to come back around noon. Would he be able to check on her to make sure she's able to drive herself? If not, would he be able to bring her back?" Johnny listened. "Thank you. That sounds great." Johnny smiled to himself. "Would he be able to give her a message from me?" He paused. "Tell her to thank the operative for me. Tell her she should come directly home, no side tracks." Johnny listened as the voice repeated the message. "That's perfect." Johnny paused. "As to the other matter, that's been taken care of. Yes. You needn't spend any more time on that." Johnny paused. "Marvin, have Francis send me a bill. If I can do anything for you or him, be sure to let me know." Johnny paused. "Thank you. Yes. Good evening to you, too." Johnny put down the telephone.

Maeve and Kitty watched him from the doorway. "She's doing okay." Johnny stood. "I thought it would be best to have someone nearby, just in case." Maeve nodded, she hugged Kitty. "I was going back to bed. Anyone joining me?"

Johnny walked past them. Maeve turned out the light, Kitty held his hand.

"Johnny?" Maeve said behind them.

Johnny stopped and turned. Kitty laid her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his chest.

"Thanks, Johnny."

Johnny smiled. Maeve walked past him, patting Kitty's arms as she brushed by.

When Johnny and Kitty got to his room, Maeve was already on the bed, on her back. She lay in the center, spread-eagled.

Kitty hugged Johnny. "See? She's crafty."

Gloria pulled up to the gate. There was a new guard; several men in fact. She groaned. The guard walked to her side of the car, peered in the window.

Gloria handed him a sheet of paper Johnny had prepared. He looked at it, looked more closely at her. He handed the paper back to her, grinned, took a step back. He was about to speak when Gloria motioned him closer.

"Would you be able to show me where to park?" She smiled shyly. "Please?"

He stood up and went to the others. They talked for a minute, and then he came back. "I can show you, mam."

"Good. Sit in the passenger seat." She watched as he walked around the car, opened the door and sat next to her. "Thank you so much."

Gloria drove through the gate, gave a smile and wave to the others standing there. The guard directed her past several large ships along the dock, to a parking space against a building facing the dock.

"This is a good place, mam."

She pulled into the spot. She turned off the engine and turned to him. "You probably know what I'm going to be doing here, don't you?"

He looked at her, started to shake his head.

"Well, I am," Gloria said. She smiled broadly. "Would you like to be first? I'd like to suck your cock." She poked the tip of her tongue quickly from between her lips. "As a gratuity." She touched his arm. "Would you let me do that? I want to swallow your come."

He stared at her. He nodded his head quickly.

"Good." Gloria put her bag on the floor and twisted in her seat. She opened his fly. She grinned up at him. "Would you be able to help me?"

He unbuckled his belt, opened his pants.

Gloria looked at his cock, she held it. She rubbed it against her face. "Would it help if you knew I've already sucked a handful of men today? A big handful." She opened her mouth and felt him grow hard.

Her hand stroked his shaft as she sucked the tip of his cock. She moved her hand, then dropped her head so her lips were touching the base of his cock, her nose was buried in his fur. She raised her head. She swallowed. His hips began to jerk. She moved more quickly now; down then up then swallow then down.

Gloria was utterly unaware of how to tell rank among sailors. They all dressed and looked alike to her. They'd taken her to a large room with tables and chairs. She couldn't tell how many men were there. All jumbled together like this she could see differences in appearance but couldn't tell if that indicated national, ship or individual standards.

Five men stood in one corner. The captains? She couldn't tell. She walked to them, gave them her best smile. "Captains?"

One of the men gave a nod.

"How shall we go about this?"

One captain looked to the others.

"Do you want me first? The privilege of rank?"

They looked back and forth amongst one another.

"May I make a suggestion?"

One nodded, he glanced at the others, and several gave nods.

"All right." She set her bag on the floor. She stood and removed her dress. She handed it to the captain who nodded first. "Would you be able to watch that for me?"

He held the dress loosely, gave a quick nod. He looked at the others. Everyone was watching Gloria intently.

"That was the hard part, wasn't it?" She looked at the captains. "Does everyone speak English?"

Several captains nodded, two shook their heads.

"Would someone be able to translate for me?"

After a minute of discussion, men were brought over to act as translators.

"Can I tell everyone?" She looked at the captains. "Is this everyone?"

"Three ships," a captain said. "Two ships' crews are waiting."

Gloria smiled. "You can't imagine how happy that makes me." She looked at the captain. "Captain?"

"Taylor. At your service, mam."

"May I stand on the table?"

They nodded.

Gloria clapped her hands. "Everyone." She smiled. "Would those of you who are able be able to translate for me? Thank you.

"These five kind men have agreed to be first. Just to get things started." She smiled broadly at the captains. "I know you all, and I, have much we want to accomplish during our time together." She grinned. "I'm looking forward to this." She watched their faces. "I want to have all of you fuck me. I want to suck all of your dicks." She paused. "Am I going too fast?" She smiled. She never thought her experience in the classroom would come in handy in a situation like this. Gangbang schoolmarm. "If people fight, if they push and shove, others will suffer. I might get hurt and I'd have to stop, wouldn't I? So please, keep yourselves orderly. I want to see each and every one of you many times tonight." She watched the men. "And we have to remember those poor men on the other ships who have to wait." She grinned. "So sad, but a break would do you men good, wouldn't it? Rejuvenate you." She smiled brightly.

"Would someone hand me my bag?" She gave them a smile, said, "Thanks." She opened her bag and took out a handful of cards. "I'm sure one or two of you won't be participating for some reason. Faithful to your spouse, whatever. If you'd come up to me in a minute, I have an opportunity for you to help me, where you could make some tobacco money." She smiled. "A friend made these of me," she showed Alex's photos of her. "You can purchase these cards for two dollars each." She gave a quick smile. "I'll autograph them for you." She handed the cards down. She said in a softer tone. "Please pass these around." She saw the expression on the man's face. "Yes, that is me." She spoke louder. "The sailors selling these cards for me will make fifty cents each card." She watched the cards pass through the room. Men were becoming visibly more eager.

She smiled at them. "One more thing. I will suck anyone, fuck anyone. But fuck with my pussy only. Not my ass. I expect that to be respected." She gave a serious face. "Anyone tries to fuck my ass, and I leave. Understand?" She watched their faces. "I expect you all to make sure that doesn't happen." She smiled. "Otherwise, anything goes." She bent to climb down from the table, rose. "Oh. We all need breaks now and then, don't we?" She smiled broadly. "I'm looking forward to this." She turned around and patted her butt. "As you can see, I'm bare. I want to tattoo the names of your ships on my butt." She turned and faced them. "Everyone will know who has done me." She smiled. "I expect you all to do your ships proud." She hopped off the table.

Captain Taylor eyed her. "Tattoos?"

"Yes. Small. I have to leave room for other ships' names, don't I?"

Gloria sat on the toilet and hummed to herself. She guessed this wasn't a toilet. It was the head. Quaint. They were such nice men. Rough but gentle. She loved the way their callused hands felt on her, across her breasts, on her sides, on her legs. She loved the way they moved, with assurance. She loved the way stubble felt on her face when those who wanted to, kissed her. She loved being able to experience others' mouths with her tongue; a missing tooth meant an opportunity to explore. She loved the different colors of their cocks, how each was the same, each was different. Circumcised, uncircumcised, pale, pink, dark, black. Big balls, little balls. The man who grinned at her and showed his three balls. He was smaller than most, older, gray haired on his head, chest and around his cock, an English accent; he gave a high pitched squeal when he came in her mouth.

She wondered if she fell asleep they'd continue to fuck her. They would if she told them they could. She could imagine herself, sleeping on her side on the mattress on the floor, one after another taking turns on her, entering her from the back, barely touching her so as to not awaken her.

She raised herself an inch off the seat and gave a shake. She stood. She steadied herself on the wall for a moment. Everything pulsed with each heartbeat. Her arms and legs tingled. She walked into the hall. Was it a hall or passageway? She'd have to study her nautical terms. Was she facing aft or bow, right or left, starboard and . . . she couldn't remember. She walked into the room.

"I need to sit a moment. All right?"

Faces nodded. Everyone began to cluster and talk. A few came over with their postcards and a pen. She grinned at them. "Sure."

She talked to each one, wrote a personal message on the photo. "To Jose who tasted so sweet, love Gloria. To Jeremy who is fucking wonderful, Gloria. To Hans with the huge cock, Gloria loves you."

When she was done, she stood and stretched. "All rested. How do you want me?" She looked each man in the eye, from face to face. She wondered what Matt would think of her now. She wondered . . . they were ready. She walked to the mattress, lay down. The wet spot was cold; she sifted her ass sideways.

As the next man entered her, she wondered. If she'd put a pen mark on her body each time she sucked or fucked, she wondered if her body would be covered with marks. Maybe just her legs, front and back. She'd have to have someone mark her back for her. She conserved energy now. She still cried out at times, but she didn't help them. She had no idea of what time it was, day or night. She had sixteen hours to do. She didn't think she was near halfway yet.

It was quiet. Most were asleep. Late night, early morning, she couldn't tell. The man fucking her mouth, she could feel him jerk back and forth, the bottom of his ass brushing her breasts from time to time, came. She let him fill her mouth. She let most of it dribble out. She was full. Full of dinner, coffee and come. Another climbed onto her and started to fuck. She relaxed.

The room was dark. She could see the light from the hall, or passageway, whatever, when she opened her eyes, she could see the glowing tips of cigarettes as men watched or talked. She was tired. She kept her eyes shut.

The man fucking her was muttering in Spanish. She thought it was Spanish. It was almost as if he were saying prayers. The words had breathless respect in them. The words were panted in whispers, clusters of words, silence, a phrase, then a single word over and over.

She fell asleep.

When she woke they were watching her. Seated in chairs, not around her actually, but watching her. Smiles on their faces. Their beards were heavier. One man had fallen asleep in his arms on the table. A man to the left smoked his cigarette, stopped and pulled a bit of tobacco from his teeth. He grinned at her. They didn't move.

Gloria stretched slowly on the mattress. She saw one man pick up his postcard, look at it, look at her and smile. He tucked the card into his shirt pocket. Gloria lay back on the mattress. She held her arms up in the air, spread her legs. "Someone fuck me," she said. "Please fuck me."

After a moment, a sailor joined her on the mattress, his cock deep inside her. He smiled at her, they kissed. He touched her breasts lightly. They began to fuck. Gloria wrapped her arms around him, held him close to her. She was stiff with come, she felt her skin tug as she moved, as she smiled. She felt him in her; she shook her pelvis slowly from side to side.

When the cook came in twenty minutes, twenty men, she had no idea, later, he set her tray on the table and spoke to them angrily in German.

A voice off to the right said, "Aubrey, the lady's breakfast is waiting. Hurry on up, it'll get cold."

The man fucking her moved faster.

Gloria felt better after the shower. It was beautiful up on the deck, a warm, clear October day. They had found a clean mattress for her; she was able to hear the gulls as they fucked her. She could feel the ship move, ever so slightly, up here. Maybe that was her. She grinned. She shut her eyes; there was still a splash of brightness on the lids. She could smell the sea, bay rather. She could hear horns, cars and trucks in the distance.

Captains MacPherson and Taylor escorted her to her car. None of them talked much. What could they say? They'd all been through so much together, closeness not without intimacy.

Captain Taylor handed her a sheet of paper. "The names of our ships, mam."

Captain MacPherson grinned. "For your arse." He paused. "We'd enjoy the pleasure of your company the next time in port."

Gloria nodded briefly. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.

"And this." Captain Taylor handed her a bag. "The men wanted you to have this."

Gloria looked inside. The bag was filled with envelopes, notes, small carvings and photos. She looked closely at him.

"The men liked you, mam."

"Tell them all how very much I appreciate this. Appreciate all you've done for me." She grinned. "And to me."

The captains began to turn away. Another man stood beside them.

"Miss. Johnny sent me to give you two messages." He smiled at the captains. "Sirs." He looked at Gloria. "I'm to drive you to his home if you wish. He said you were to go directly home." He glanced at the captains, turned to Gloria. "He said you were to thank me personally, for him."

"That's Johnny, all right." She looked at the captains. "It's all right." To the man, "You know the address?"

The man gave her Johnny's address.

Gloria gave both of the captains a hug and a kiss. "Again, thank your men for a very pleasurable memory."

As they walked away, Gloria turned to the man. "You look like you've had a long night."

"As do you, miss."

Gloria handed him her car keys. "I'll sleep in back."

The man started the car.

Gloria said from the back seat. "When we get home I expect to thank you personally." She sighed. "I'm sore and tired. A sleepy fuck all right?"

The man gave a quick nod. He drove to the gate, was waved through. "As you wish, miss." He paused. "Just dropping you off safe and sound, calling a cab for myself, would make me happy."

"Think about it," Gloria said. She fell asleep almost immediately.

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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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