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Chapter Fifteen

Friday, October 24, 1958

Maeve parked in her spot in front of room number nine at the motel. She took a deep breath, stepped out of the red Thunderbird and used her key to open the door.

The room had been cleaned since yesterday. The chair and the lamp had been replaced and the bedding had been changed. She left the door open, walked to the bed and began undressing.

She heard the door close, looked up, and saw the motel owner walk toward her. He was smiling; he carried a tray with juice and Danish. She groaned to herself. She acknowledged him, kicked her shoes under the bed and placed her dress on the dresser.

He started to speak; she cut him short. "Let's do something different. Why don't we just screw?" She sat on the bed. "Thank you for the Danish and juice."

He nodded his head. "I . . ."

"You don't need to say anything." She lay on her back. She thought of Gloria and the goofy line she told men. Probably something Johnny made her do. "I bet when you come, I'll be able to feel it fill up my fuck hole, won't I? Your come will be hot and there will be so much."

He nodded.

"I thought so." Maeve lay back. "Fill my womb with your gushing seed."

Maeve felt him climb on the bed. He'd taken his clothes off. He knelt above her, his erection's tip glistened. Maeve shut her eyes.

He was remarkably gentle until the end. Then he pounded her, his grin inches from her face, nose hairs sprouted and seem to grow as she watched.

She did feel him come, which was unusual. She wondered about his wife. Of course he had a wife and of course he beat her. He would be "nice," like this for a few days, then he'd be wanting her to clean him off with her mouth, which was all right. It was the sense of what would follow, from one day to the next, inexorably. His wife had probably loved him at first. Maybe she still loved him after the first, the third, the sixth time he'd beaten her. But no more.

He was a very contrite man. Now.

Maeve heard the door open and shut. She sat up. She guessed Bob would be by later. She must have really spooked them.

Maeve fucked eight men that day at the motel, other than the owner and Bob. The owner got his twenty-seven fifty, Bob his ten, leaving her $202.50 to give Johnny. It really wasn't that bad. She'd finished early, had a fun time with Bob. She had even enjoyed the juice and Danish later that morning.

Maeve drove her Thunderbird toward home around three. Kitty had nicely set her up so she could go back to the bar tonight and do her part of the wager. She wondered how the closing went, what Johnny was preparing for dinner tonight. She thought about later tonight and the boys. She wondered if Johnny would agree to calling them, to putting them off.

Maeve made stops for groceries, just in case, and at the department store. She wanted to see if Gloria would try different cosmetics, a blush for her cheeks, lipstick and nail polish. She'd buy a few things and see how they went over. She also wanted to look in the record section. Maybe Johnny would like the Mendelssohn violin concerto. She'd see if they had it.

Maeve checked her dress when she got out of her car at the grocery store. She walked across the parking lot. She had learned to step so her shoes spoke; she couldn't think of any other word for it. She walked, her shoes spoke, and people turned to look at her. If she walked well, she always tried to walk well, people looked at her until she was out of sight.

Maeve thought about Kitty on her hands and knees at the bar last night. Tonight would be her turn. It'd been days since she'd had any fun. She had fun, or tried to every day. Still, it had been days since she'd been on her hands and knees or lying on a table in a strange bar getting fucked by almost everyone. There were always a few holdouts.

Johnny and Kitty waited in Johnny's car for Randall to appear. It was a pleasant neighborhood, older houses with well-tended yards whose plantings had become luxuriant over the years. Huge trees shaded back yards, tall palms lined the edge of the street. They held hands, neither talking, both lost in their own thoughts.

Kitty was thinking about Girls' Night Out, about how she needed to show Gloria things, like Maeve showed her. Kitty remembered last night, the debacle at the Yacht Club. Maeve winning hands down because of her intelligence and experience. And she and Roger. She remembered the cabin of the boat. Roger screwing her. He didn't bother to take off all his clothes, he came quickly, he was ready to leave when he was done. She wondered if many of the ladies he "helped" didn't realize what was happening. If many of them put up with him because they wanted someone to mother.

Kitty wasn't going to take Gloria to the Yacht Club. She wasn't sure where yet. She turned and watched Johnny.

Randall appeared, finally, thirty minutes late. He'd nicked himself several times when shaving, had rings under his eyes. He was jumpy.

"Hello, Mr. Randall," Kitty said. She gave him her best smile, took his hand. "Johnny wanted to check out the kitchen; he suggested we inspect the bedrooms."

Randall looked at Johnny, back to Kitty. "All right. Let's inspect the bedrooms." He led Kitty down a hall. He let go of her hand at the door to a bedroom. "Miss Katherine, I would prefer if we didn't . . ." His voice trailed off.

Kitty looked at him closely. "Randall. If you don't want to . . ." her voice trailed off. She spoke brightly, "We don't have to."

He walked in and sat on the bed. He held his head in his hands. He spoke to the floor. "Did you ever do something you didn't want to do?"

Kitty sat next to him. "Okay. What happened?"

He shook his head.

Kitty pushed her hand across the bed until her fingers just barely touched him. "Lots of times, Randall. What happened?"

He shook his head. He turned slightly so she wasn't touching him.

"Someone told you I was a whore, right? Randall," she put her hand on his leg. "Randall, I didn't mean for this to end up being a cruel joke. I didn't."

Randall shook his head.

"What happened? Who told you I'm a whore?" She shook his shoulder. "Who told you?" She released his shoulder. "I am. Okay. I'm a whore. But Randall that's not something I'm doing even though I don't want to do it. Okay?"

Randall was still.

"Okay?" Kitty waited a moment. "Randall?" She tugged his hand free from his face, turned his face to her. "Okay?"

"You're a whore?"

"You didn't know?" Kitty gave a quick smile. "I believe I've put my foot in my mouth." She paused. "There's still room for your cock if you want to stick it there."

"You're really a whore?" Randall's eyes moved across her face. "You're not wealthy?"

Kitty smiled. "No, I'm not wealthy." She watched him. "You want to talk about it?"

"Then what . . ."

"You'll have to ask Johnny." Kitty placed her hand across his. "We had fun didn't we? You had fun, too, didn't you?"

Randall nodded slowly. He watched her closely.

"Then what is it?"

Randall shut his eyes. "My father."

"He's ill?"

Randall shook his head. "He wants to know why I haven't sold a house yet."

"So you haven't sold a home yet," Kitty said. "Look at me, Randall." She waited. "Okay. So you didn't sell a house this week, you can sell one next week, or the next."

Randall shook his head.

Kitty saw Johnny beginning to enter the room, a frown on his face. "Not now, Johnny. We're busy." She turned to Randall; she could see Johnny back away. "Johnny was hoping to catch us together. It would have been a laugh. Ha ha. Right?"

"It's been fun."

"It's been fun." Kitty squeezed his hand. "Okay. Your father?"

"My father." Randall looked at her, he spoke quickly. "Look, I don't want to do this."

Kitty let go of his hand. "You want me to go?"

Randall shut his eyes. He reached out his hand. "Stay."

Kitty took his hand. "Okay. Relax. Anytime you feel like the sexual tension is just too much, we can fuck. Just say the word." She squeezed his hand. "What word?"

He shook his head.

"Please. I'm a sucker for please." Kitty paused. "Don't want to do what?"

Randall opened his eyes, he grinned.

"Thought I wasn't listening?"

He shook his head. "I don't want to sell houses."

Kitty looked aghast. "You don't want to sell houses? Whyever why not?" She grinned. "You figure that one out."

"I want to write." Randall gave a slight smile.

"Okay. Write. I'm not stopping you." She squeezed his hand. "Randall. I think this discussion is wonderful, but I really need you to fuck me. Now." She stood up. "Then we'll discuss why you're selling houses instead of writing." She began to open her shirt. "Okay?"

Randall watched her undress. "You're beautiful." He paused. "You really are a . . ."

Kitty sat naked on the bed beside him. "I'm really a whore. Last night I fucked," she paused, "I think it was about thirty men."

"Thirty?"

"You were better than any of those thirty. I've enjoyed my days with you."

"Thirty men?"

Kitty took his hand. "One more time, then we go onto some other topic. Last night I fucked thirty men." She closely studied his face. "Now, shall we continue with my proposition or should I get dressed?"

Randall shook his head. He stood and took off his suit jacket. He untied his tie. "What's it like?"

"With thirty men? Not nearly as nice as with you, alone." Kitty slid backwards to the center of the bed. "They were all together, so some were showing off, some were scared. It was just fucking, nothing else. We didn't hold hands." Kitty watched him. "You look nice. We didn't kiss. We didn't hold each other afterwards." Kitty saw his face. "I like what I do. At that moment, that's exactly what I wanted to do. Fucking is fun." Kitty moved to the side. Randall stretched alongside her.

"I've never . . ."

"Randall." Kitty put her hand on the side of his face. "You can't say you've never fucked a whore." She grinned. "Can you?"

He shook his head.

"The only difference between yesterday in the closet and now is now you know the truth. Okay?"

Randall nodded.

Kitty fell back on the bed limply. "Oh Randall, I'm yours. Do with me whatever you wish." Kitty opened one eye. "But if you don't fuck me silly we'll have to do it again until you get it right. Understood?"

Randall nodded slowly. He started to speak.

Kitty put her hand to his mouth. "If you want to fuck me with your tongue you should be down there, not up here." She took her hand from his lips. "I'm glad you know, Randall."

Kitty walked through the house until she found Johnny. He sat in the living room, feet, with shoes on, rested on the coffee table.

"That book put you to sleep yet?"

"Almost." Johnny sat up. "Does Randall know you're wandering around like that?"

"Bare assed? He's dozing." Kitty sat next to Johnny. "Johnny, we have a problem."

"That young man hasn't made you pregnant, has he?"

Kitty smiled. "That was almost funny."

"I try." Johnny put his book down. "What's the problem."

"Randall doesn't want to sell houses."

"You mean it wasn't just incompetence?"

"Careful." Kitty watched Johnny for a moment. "Randall wants to be a writer."

"He can't sell houses and write, too?"

Kitty smiled. "Apparently not. Johnny." She put her hand on his leg, "I'm not expecting you to understand this."

Johnny smiled. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to give him five hundred so he can take off." Kitty grinned. "He wants to go to Greenwich Village."

Johnny covered his eyes with his hand. He peeked between the fingers. "He wants to become a beatnik, doesn't he?" Johnny dropped his hand. "Actually it makes sense in a strange way."

"You'll do it?" Kitty looked at him closely.

Johnny leered at her. "If I do it, what do I get?"

"Right now or later on?"

"Both." Johnny put his hand on hers on his leg. "Don't think about it too long. I'm inherently lazy. Whenever you or Maeve . . ."

"Soon Gloria."

"My god, that's right." Johnny grinned. "Whenever you really put your minds to it I have to work extremely hard."

"Right now I'll suck your dick and you can come in my mouth. Sound familiar? Later, how about you join Randall and me. He's never fucked anyone while someone else was doing her ass."

"You discussed this with him?"

"I didn't have to discuss it with him, Johnny. I know."

"Oh."

"You'll do it?"

"Say please."

"Johnny." Kitty began to stand. She sat back down. "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"I'm just asking so I'll know I'm wanted." Johnny picked up his book. "You don't have to say it." He reached in his picket, took out the roll of money. He handed it to Kitty. "The boy needs five hundred, give him five hundred. He needs more, give him more." Johnny smiled. "I'd feel kind of naked without at least a hundred." He opened the book to read. "I trust you."

Kitty kissed him. "Thanks, Johnny."

He smiled slowly; he didn't look up from his book.

Kitty counted out a small pile of bills, handed the roll back to Johnny.

"Thanks." Johnny stuck the roll in his pocket. "We have an appointment at two. I suggest we all three leave here at one thirty. Randall can pack quickly, I suppose."

"He's already packed."

"He's smitten, isn't he?"

Kitty grinned. "He's intrigued with me. Maybe a little more." She stood up. "I'll be the cute young prostitute in his novel." She stepped around the coffee table. "When you want a break from your book, let me know."

"Johnny tossed the book onto the table. "I thought you'd never ask." He unzipped his fly. "Please suck my dick." He unfastened his pants. "Please let me come in your mouth."

Kitty sat on the couch, she laid the money on the table. "Why are you being so . . ."

Johnny smiled. "Trying? Just imagine. How would any other pimp act when one of his favorite whores asks him for five hundred dollars so a man can run off to Greenwich Village to be a writer?" He grinned. "And a beatnik." Johnny displayed his erection. "The man has never even been a customer. A beatnik."

Kitty held his cock. She said to it, "Johnny, running off to Greenwich Village appeals to me. I don't because of Mark. And you and Maeve." She placed it in her mouth.

"We'd follow you if you did."

She removed him from her mouth to speak. "You would?" She put him back in her mouth.

"It's something I shudder to think of, but I suspect we would."

Kitty bobbed her head in agreement.

"You were facing him," Johnny said as they drove to the closing. "What did his eyes do when I entered you alongside him?"

"They grew huge, like mine." Kitty rested her head on the seat back. "Thanks, Johnny."

"You're welcome, Kitty."

"You don't know what I'm thanking you for."

"Specifics don't matter."

"I guess they don't. Johnny? Where are we going?"

"I need to make a call, check on Gloria, then we're going to have some legal documents signed. I need you as a witness."

"I can tell you're fibbing."

"You cannot." Johnny stopped the car by a pay telephone. "I'll be back in a moment."

"I can too."

"Cannot." Johnny stepped from the car.

Johnny returned to her. "Gloria is home, safe and sound."

"Were you worried?" Kitty raised her head and looked at him as he started the car.

"A little. I'll tell you about it later."

"Tell me about it later?" Kitty faced the front of the car.

"We're there." Johnny parked the car. He leaned over to Kitty and kissed her. "You're beautiful. You know that?"

"You're not the first person who's fucked me today to say that."

"Good. Then you know it's true."

"Nope. Men are lousy liars." Kitty opened her door. "I'm sleepy."

"We'll go straight home. You can go to bed." Johnny shut his door. "Kitty." He grinned at her. "You're a great little cock sucker."

"I bet you tell all your girls that." Kitty held out her hand.

"Only you and Gloria." Johnny took it. "Listen, we are liable to run into a woman who has a problem with facial ticks. Ignore them."

"Johnny," she said sharply.

"I do."

"For some reason I don't believe you."

Kitty sat in the Buick. She held the house keys in her hand. She looked down at the ring holding them with a paper tag and an address written in pen. "You're such a liar, Johnny."

"You mean that as a compliment, I trust." Johnny started the car.

"You and she were outrageous."

"I told you to ignore her." Johnny pulled out of the parking lot. "I've done nothing to encourage her. Honestly." He waited for an opening in the traffic. "Cross my heart."

"Still, it was obscene."

Johnny pulled into the traffic. "I don't understand it myself."

"You're kidding?"

"No, I don't understand it."

"Johnny, you're the best pimp in the whole world."

"Don't start crying. You know how that makes me nervous."

"Goofball." Kitty snuggled against him. "Can we see it?"

"You already have. It was one of the houses you and that beatnik, Randall . . . anyway, we're headed there now."

"How will I ever pay you back?"

"We made the down payment, you do the rest. As to how to pay me back? That's easy. Fuck a hellacious number of men and make me rich." Johnny stopped at the light. "Seeing you and Mark happy." He gave a broad smile. "I won't complain if you make me rich, too."

Kitty played with his zipper. "So this doesn't interest you?"

"Oh. I forgot the interest." Johnny accelerated at the change of the light. "Lots of interest."

Gloria relaxed in her seat at the restaurant, Kitty was across from her, Maeve on her left, Johnny on her right. She'd always wanted to eat here. It was too expensive for her means, though; she never had done so. Kitty and Johnny had been talking about Kitty's new home while they waited for their menus.

Johnny tapped her leg. "You didn't speak to the maître d'."

Gloria nodded. Kitty was grinning at her. Gloria sat still as the waiter introduced himself and handed out the menus. He stood next to her; she didn't look up, she only saw his sharply pressed pants leg. When the waiter left, she turned to Johnny. "After we eat, all right with you?" She felt a hand on her other leg.

"Dear, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Maeve said.

Gloria felt Maeve's hand tap her leg once, then leave. Gloria turned to Maeve. "It's all right." She smiled shyly.

Kitty grinned at Gloria. "Oops. Dropped my napkin." Kitty bent down, slipped under the table.

Gloria felt hands on her knees, her dress pulled up toward her stomach.

"Leave it there," Johnny said. He turned to Maeve, "Gloria looks tired, don't you think?"

Kitty was sitting upright in her seat, grinning. "I love these tablecloths, don't you, Gloria?"

Gloria gave a quick nod. She looked to Maeve.

"You do look tired, dear," Maeve said. She turned to Johnny. "She's a bit," she paused, "tender."

Johnny nodded, he looked up from the drink menu. "Shall I order a bottle of wine?" He looked from face to face. He smiled and closed the menu. He looked at Gloria. "Tender where, dear?"

Gloria felt his hand on her bare leg. It stroked her for a moment, then left. "My jaw, Johnny, and my . . ."

Kitty looked at Maeve. "Do you ever get sore, Maeve?"

"Of course I do." Maeve looked at Johnny. "I think Gloria should have a break tonight."

Johnny nodded. He gave the wine order to the waiter; turned to Gloria. "Would you like to rest?"

Gloria shook her head. She looked at Maeve. "I'm all right."

Kitty smiled across the table. She'd slipped her feet out of her sandals; Gloria could feel Kitty's toes on her bare legs. Gloria gave her a shy smile. She looked at Johnny. "I'm all right, really."

Johnny laid his menu down. "I'm not sure. I think I'm noting a definite lack of enthusiasm. The maître d', the waiter." He glanced at Maeve. "What do you think, dear?"

Maeve touched Gloria's hand. "It is no shame to be a tad tired after so much excitement."

"So many for so long," Kitty said softly. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip. "Ah. The wine."

Johnny watched as the waiter poured, took a sip of the wine. He looked at Maeve. "I hope you approve of my choice, dear." He nodded to the waiter.

While the waiter was pouring their glasses, Kitty asked, "How many were there, Gloria?"

"Forty. Fifty. I don't know." Gloria looked up at the waiter as he set her glass in front of her. "Thank you." She turned to Kitty. "It was a bit hectic at first."

Kitty grinned.

"Excellent wine, Johnny," Maeve said. She looked at Kitty, then Gloria. "Their coq au vin is a good choice."

Kitty rested one foot between Gloria's open legs, the heel sat on the edge of Gloria's chair. Gloria looked down, could see her dress and the tablecloth shift from side to side.

"Still covered?" Kitty asked.

Gloria looked up and nodded.

"Good." Kitty grinned.

"So you suggest Gloria remain at home tonight?" Johnny asked Maeve.

"Kitty and I could have another Girls' Night Out. Gloria could rest."

Johnny nodded. He took a sip of wine.

"Gloria," Maeve said to him, "should rest."

Johnny gave a brief nod. "I have business to attend to."

"Always business," Maeve said. She turned to Gloria. "Are you familiar with Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto?"

Gloria smiled. "One of my favorites."

Maeve looked at Johnny. "There is a record of it on the hi-fi. I purchased it today." She smiled at him. "Perhaps she and you would enjoy listening to it."

"Sherry," Kitty said. "Good music." She looked at Maeve. "Most girls wouldn't offer a tempting morsel like Gloria to their fiancees like that."

Maeve smiled. "I trust Johnny. Don't I, dear?"

Johnny nodded. He looked up from the menu. "Is escargot what I think it is?"

"Snails."

"I'll stick with the coq au vin, then." He looked at Gloria, started to speak.

Kitty said, "Oops, dropped something." She disappeared from view.

Gloria felt one of Kitty's hands on her thigh. She felt a cold and hard object enter her pussy.

"Leave it there." He paused. "Now Gloria, do you think you'll be able to attend our party tomorrow night?"

Maeve said, "Perhaps in a more limited capacity." She smiled at Gloria.

Kitty was in her chair again, grinning at her.

Gloria felt Kitty's foot between her legs. She looked up at Kitty. She turned to Johnny. "Certainly in a limited capacity." She turned to the waiter who had come for their orders. She smiled brightly at him.

Kitty retrieved her knife when their dinner arrived.

"It is extremely," Maeve said, "impolite to lick the handle of one's knife, dear," to Kitty.

Kitty glared at her. "I wasn't going to." She smiled at Gloria. "Though I have to admit I was tempted." She turned to Johnny. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine."

"And you, Gloria?"

"I'm thirty-one."

"Ancient." Kitty looked at Maeve. "I'm twenty-seven. How old are you," she paused, "mom?"

"Twenty-one."

"See?" Kitty said to Johnny.

"Almost twenty-two."

Kitty looked at Gloria. "She was the nicest, most fun loving person until you came along. Now she's mom." Kitty turned to Johnny. "What's going to happen to her when you get more girls?"

"There will be no more girls, Kitty," Maeve said. "You agree with me, don't you, Johnny?"

"I wouldn't be so sure," Kitty said. She grinned at Gloria and winked.

"I believe I have the perfect number, dear." He looked at Kitty. "I'll deal with you later."

Kitty rolled her eyes.

"So you and Gloria are going home, Kitty and I are going out tonight?" Maeve's hand rested on her nearly empty coffee cup.

Johnny nodded slowly.

"Good then, Kitty . . ."

"Can't I show Gloria my house first?" Kitty smiled at Gloria.

"Of course, dear," Maeve said. "Kitty, we'll need to stop at the department store and purchase light weight coats for tonight."

Kitty looked at Maeve. "No coin toss?"

"Dear, we already know what I'll be doing this evening. It is you I'm concerned about."

Kitty glanced at Johnny, then turned back to Maeve.

"At that hotel I mentioned, there's a special event this weekend."

Kitty mouthed, "A convention?"

Maeve nodded.

"Sounds wonderful." Kitty grinned at Gloria. "Isn't mom great?" She looked at Maeve abruptly.

"Don't call me, mom," Maeve said. She smiled showing her teeth, "Dear."

Kitty turned to Johnny. "She kicked me."

Johnny finished his coffee. "There have been times, dear." He looked at Maeve. "Shall we go?"

Maeve put her napkin on the table. "We should." She looked at Kitty. "You and I will do our shopping, meet Johnny and Gloria at your house."

Kitty nodded. "Oops. I dropped something." She disappeared from view.

Gloria felt Kitty's hands spread her thighs. She looked down. She saw the tablecloth press against her belly as Kitty quickly used her tongue to stroke Gloria's pussy.

Kitty reappeared. "I found it."

Gloria gave a nod. She smiled shyly.

The waiter appeared with the check which he gave to Johnny. He walked off.

Johnny glanced at Gloria. "Will you be able to help with the tip?"

Maeve touched Gloria's hand. "You do what you feel best." She looked closely at Johnny. "This silly game is ending soon, I hope?"

"Tomorrow's the last day." Johnny looked at Gloria. "If you're not in the mood, just tell us."

Gloria gave a quick nod. "I'll help with the tip."

Johnny said, "Good girl," as he selected bills in his wallet. "I'll let you take care of it."

Johnny and she rode quietly in his Buick Electra. He parked in front of the house and turned to her. "I'm sorry things became such a free for all in the men's room. That wasn't my intention."

Gloria smiled at him. She was never quite sure what his intentions were. Part devil, part boy. She wondered if Mark would grow up to be like Johnny. "I enjoyed it." She looked at the house. "It looks nice."

"Let's go in." Johnny got out of the car, walked around and opened her door for her. She stepped out onto the curb, her heels sinking slightly into the grass.

Johnny and she waited for Maeve and Kitty. They had gone through the house. Now they stood on the back porch. It was a cool night. Most of the yard was in shadow.

"That's them," Johnny said.

Gloria heard Kitty and Maeve talking as they walked through the house.

Kitty, then Maeve, walked onto the porch. "How do you like it?" Kitty asked. She knelt by Gloria, her hands on Gloria's legs.

"It's wonderful. The yard is just perfect for Mark."

Kitty turned to Maeve and Johnny. "Thank you so much you two. I can't say it often enough." Kitty looked at Gloria. "Want a special tour?"

Gloria looked at Johnny. He nodded. Gloria stood. "All right."

Gloria lay on her back on the bed. Kitty had stripped her, stripped herself and joined her. Kitty was lying quietly, lower down, her head and arms on Gloria's stomach. Gloria shut her eyes. She began to drop immediately into sleep.

"We need to get you back home, honey," Kitty said. She moved up to Gloria's side. They kissed. Kitty stroked Gloria's temple. "I'm glad all those icky men . . ."

"Wonderful men." Gloria smiled at her.

"Icky wonderful men. Darn, I lost my train of thought."

"That was magnificent, Kitty."

"Do you like your room? Maeve's, too. I hope you'll come visit."

"I'll come visit."

"Maeve said I could be with Mark tomorrow. Want to join me?" Kitty sat up. "I was going to bring him here, then go to the beach." She grinned. "Our costumes are simple tomorrow night. There's not a lot of preparation."

Gloria sat up and they hugged. "I'd love to," she said over Kitty's shoulder.

"Good." Kitty looked at Gloria. "That was some tip you gave to the waiter."

Gloria blushed. "I was tipping the waiter in the men's room when someone walked in on us. While I was doing him, two more walked in."

"I don't know what it is about men's bladders."

Gloria smiled. "Things were beginning to get out of hand when Johnny came in to check on me."

"Him, too, of course."

Gloria stood. "No, he waited."

"That's a first." Kitty stood. She picked up her slacks. "Here?"

"No."

"In the car?"

"No."

"Where, then?"

"He's still waiting."

"Oh boy." Kitty grinned at her as she stepped into her slacks.

Gloria nodded. She picked up her dress.

Maeve came to a stoplight and downshifted. As they waited she turned to Kitty. "Take off your dress."

Kitty looked sideways. "This is cramped quarters. Why not back at the house?"

"You're not wondering why?"

"No doubt you've some diabolical reason."

"Why isn't that dress off?"

"Okay, okay." Kitty reached behind to unzip her dress when Maeve accelerated away from the light. "Oomph."

"Let me know when you're done."

Kitty nodded. She finally had the dress unzipped. She raised her butt off the seat and slowly hiked the dress up around her hips. She sat down and raised the dress over her head. "Done." Kitty held the dress in her lap.

"When we get there I want you to wear your coat."

"You undressing also?"

"Just you."

"Okay. Just wondering."

"While we're driving there you might put yourself in the mood." Maeve quickly glanced at her, turned back to face the road.

"In the mood?"

"Finger your pussy."

Kitty put her dress off to her side. She touched herself.

"Talk while you do it."

"What do you want to talk about?" Kitty used two fingers of her hand to spread her lips, the third flitted sideways on her clitoris. Her other hand massaged her breasts.

"Kitty." Maeve grinned.

"My mom named me Kitty when I was still a toddler, she originally . . ."

"Kitty." Maeve tried, unsuccessfully, to sound exasperated. "You know. Hot talk."

"Oh." Kitty shut her eyes. She relaxed in her seat. "You are rubbing your tits on mine, grinding your pelvis slowly from side to side. My lips caress the lobe of your ear, my fingers stroke your smooth, soft skin. Your back, the bones along your spine, up at your neck. My other hand is holding your lush hair back. I'm thinking, Fuck me, Maeve. Fuck me, Maeve. You raise yourself. I can feel the harness around your hips, the buckles, press against me. A long hard dildo slides up my slit. You raise yourself off me; one hand directs the dildo into my wet slit, slides it up and down.

"I can't wait, Maeve. I move my pelvis, jerk it toward the dildo. You raise yourself off me. Fuck me, Maeve, I think. Fuck your slut, Maeve. I feel your strong hands pull my hips toward you. The tip of the dildo is buried in my pussy. Fuck me, Maeve, I think. You thrust; I can feel the ring and buckles slam into my vulva. Fuck me, Maeve."

"Are you close?"

"Not really."

"Then just the words."

Kitty could feel the car slow as Maeve downshifted. "Fuck me, Maeve. Fuck me." She paused. "Yes, like that." She paused. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard." Kitty paused, she felt the car accelerate. "Oh fuck, Maeve. Don't stop, Maeve. Fuck." Kitty increased the tempo of her finger on her clitoris. Her other hand slid down her stomach. "Oh yes, Maeve. Like that. Fuck me fast, Maeve." Her fingers entered her, two fingers sawed in and out of her pussy. Her hips rose off the seat. "Like that, Maeve. Fuck. Oh Maeve. You'll kiss me, won't you? Fuck your slut. Fuck." Kitty paused "Oh Maeve. Fuck fuck fuck." Her hips dropped back to the seat. Her fingers stilled.

"Not Johnny?"

Kitty opened her eyes. They were parked on a busy street. Traffic was heavy, even this late at night, almost nine. She turned to Maeve. "Next one's Johnny's. I switch off." She grinned. "Gloria, too."

"I'm glad you have some men in your life, dear," Maeve said. Her finger touched Kitty's nipple, pressed it. "I'd worry otherwise."

"Charles, Alex, Michael."

"And all the others."

Kitty licked her fingers. "The nameless hordes." She turned to Maeve. "This it?"

"We're here." Maeve kissed Kitty. "Whenever you are ready." She paused. "Don't forget your coat."

Kitty lay back on the bed as the man fucked her. She was utterly relaxed. Her body moved slowly in response to his movements. Her fingers were partly curled, her hands lay near her head. Kitty's eyes were closed. She smiled. She didn't know how Maeve did it. They walked into the hotel; Maeve had her sit in the lobby. Maeve came back a few minutes later, sat beside her.

"Now we wait," Maeve said.

Kitty waited. A half-hour later a man came up to them.

Maeve sat up. She spoke to Kitty. "Go with him, do what he tells you. When you're done, come back here."

Kitty looked at Maeve, stood up. "Okay." She followed the man.

This was the fifth time she'd followed the man. He'd knock at a door. It opened. They talked. Money passed hands. The door opened all the way and she went in. Four times it had been just one man in the room, the third time it had been two.

When he was done with her, he fell across her, slept with his head next to hers. She put a hand on his neck, another on his back and held him. Rest for the weary traveler. Kitty heard a knock on the door; time was up.

After he wakened, they talked for a few minutes. She put on her coat and shoes and went back down to the lobby. Maeve stood.

"We're done here." She took Kitty's hand.

They walked to Maeve's red Thunderbird. Maeve looked at Kitty over the top of the car. "Aren't you going to ask me?"

Kitty got in the car. "Okay."

"Well?"

"I haven't the slightest idea of where to start."

"It's easy. Make friends with a member of the hotel staff. Someone asks him or drops a hint. A tug on the bait, you go up. You're beautiful, young. Of course they say, 'Yes, I'll take her.' Staff gets a cut, we get the rest."

Kitty watched the street lights cross Maeve's face as they drove. "The rest being?"

"For five, one fifty."

"There were six." Kitty gave a happy smile.

"Oh ho. I won't trust him again." Maeve grinned at Kitty at the stoplight. "Live and learn." She faced forward, accelerated on green.

Kitty watched Maeve in her preferred position, on her back, on a table. Kitty took five dollars from everyone who entered the room. It was up to them to decide how many times they'd enter Maeve. Some watched, most fucked her once; there were always a few eager beavers who were able to do more.

Maeve's climaxes were spectacular, part show and part Maeve. Kitty admired Maeve's stamina, her enthusiasms. Maeve's thrashing awed the men; Maeve had dozens of tricks to get them going again.

Kitty looked down at the bills in her hand. She flicked through them quickly. Sixty-five. She had a hundred she'd counted earlier in her right pocket.

She watched Maeve on the table; a bare bulb hung from the ceiling directly over her, the only light in the room. Maeve's hair fanned around her head, its blackness shimmered in the light. Maeve's features were perfect, sharp. Her lush red lips were dry.

Kitty touched the shoulder of the man standing nearest her. "Would you be able to bring us some water, beer? She's thirsty." She handed him a five.

When he came back with two beers, Kitty told him to keep the change. She held the beers, the money now in her left pocket. She waited for a break, went to the table.

"Maeve, I have something for you to drink."

Maeve gave a quick smile. She slowly raised herself, supported herself on one arm while she drank from the glass of beer. Kitty saw that Maeve's arm trembled. When she was done, there was a line of moisture on Maeve's upper lip.

"How are we doing?" Maeve asked.

"One sixty-five so far."

"Expected to do better." Maeve grinned.

"There's only so much room in here. They're like flies on fly paper."

"Am I supposed to like that analogy?" Maeve said.

"Best I could come up with. You are too fascinating to watch."

"You're forgiven." Maeve laid down, stared at the ceiling.

Kitty stepped away. She felt guilty. It looked like the mistress was going to win the bet. She watched a man take his turn at Maeve. "If you're done in here, you might leave to give someone their turn. Be sure to tell your friends," Kitty smiled broadly. "Don't you wish you were her husband? Getting a piece of that every night. Shoot, anytime you wanted."

Two or three left the room, three entered.

Gloria lay on the couch, naked: her arms wrapped around Johnny. The record had finished. She couldn't remember when the record had finished. She thought she might have fallen asleep for a moment or two.

"Did you like it?" She stroked his head with a finger.

"That was what?"

"A violin concerto by Mendelssohn. He's German, first half of the nineteenth century." She hugged him. "He's a romantic composer. Emotion is important."

"Concerto?"

"At this time a type of piece with one or two, usually one solo instrument and orchestra. Violin concertos, piano concertos are the most common. Cello, clarinet, other instruments also were used as solo instruments."

"No words, hunh?"

"Lieder has words, opera has words. Usually German or Italian. West Side Story is an American opera."

Johnny nodded. "Clarinet concertos?"

"Mozart wrote a famous one." Gloria stirred. "Maybe Maeve has it. Shall I check?" She unwrapped her arms.

Johnny sat up. "Okay." He stood. "Be back in a second." He went into the garage.

When he came back into the living room, Gloria was standing by the hi-fi. "Everything all right?" she asked.

"So far, so good."

Gloria started the record. She walked toward Johnny. "Are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick? I'd love to have you . . ."

"I'm fine." Johnny sat on the couch.

"I would. I'd love to have you come . . ."

Johnny patted the couch. "I'd better save myself for Maeve tonight."

"Okay." She sat next to him. "Like it?"

Johnny nodded slowly. "This I like."

"I do, too." Gloria slipped her feet out of her shoes, brought her legs up onto the couch, folded them under her, and rested against Johnny.

At the beginning of the second movement, Gloria said into his shirt. "I love you, Johnny." She looked closely at his face. "I do. I love you."

Johnny held her. "It took about of week of Maeve's telling me before I began to believe her." He grinned. "She had this crazy idea that the more men she fucked, and she fucked a lot of men that week . . ."

"How many?"

"One hundred, two hundred, I don't know. The more men she fucked, the more she showed me how much she loved me."

"That's really romantic, isn't it?" She grinned at him.

"In a really screwy way, yes." He listened to the music for a moment. "I'd fallen head over heels the first night." He paused. "It wasn't easy. I could walk away from her or become a pimp."

"Voila."

"Voila." They head a car door shut. "I think that's them," he said.

They waited for the front door to open.

Kitty then Maeve entered, both of their coats were open. Gloria could see they wore nothing underneath. They were bent over laughing. Kitty dropped her coat to the floor as Maeve shut the door. Maeve took off her coat and laid it over a wingbacked armchair.

Gloria stood up. "Listen. It's all my fault. Johnny . . ."

Johnny stood up. "We have guests."

Maeve became absolutely still and closely watched him.

He waved toward the garage.

Gloria walked toward Maeve as Kitty opened the door and looked in.

"Holy shit," Kitty said, "where'd they come from?" She shut the door quickly before Maeve could look. "Johnny, I was only kidding." She quickly turned to Maeve. "Better let him explain first."

Johnny held Gloria's hand. "Go ahead, Maeve. Look, then we'll talk."

Gloria saw Maeve open the door, saw beyond her the three young women sitting on the bed.

Maeve said, "You girls need anything to drink?"

Gloria saw one young woman smile, shake her head.

"I'll check in with you after I talk to Johnny." Maeve shut the door. She turned. "I almost said my husband."

Johnny smiled, squeezed Gloria's hand. Gloria looked at Maeve. "It's my fault." She let go of Johnny's hand. "Let me turn the record over." She smiled at Maeve, "This one Johnny likes."

Maeve nodded.

"Maybe Kitty can make some drinks and I'll explain."

Maeve nodded slowly.

"Then you can shoot me."

"I haven't decided if it's you or Johnny first. He's a man, he doesn't know any better. But you?"

Gloria nodded. "I think my problem is that all my life I've always wanted daughters."

Maeve sat in the chair.

Gloria knelt by the arm of the chair. "Let me sit in the hot seat. You, Kitty and Johnny can sit on the couch. In inquisition."

Maeve nodded. She sat on the couch.

Kitty left the room, Johnny joined Maeve. Gloria turned over the record.

"Johnny, Mozart composed in the third quarter of the eighteenth century. He was before Mendelssohn. He's a classical composer."

"This piece is emotional."

"It is more structured. Classical." Gloria smiled at Maeve. "Mozart died in his thirties." She started the second side.

Kitty came in with a tray of drinks; each took a scotch. Gloria watched their faces as the music played. "Do you have any Smetana, Maeve?"

Maeve gave a slow nod. She took a sip of scotch. She smiled at Gloria. "My Country. The Moldau."

"The Moldau." Gloria looked at Johnny. "I think that's another one you'll like."

Gloria took a sip of scotch. She looked from one face to the other. "Okay. Johnny took me on a drive after you left. And no, we didn't. We haven't. Johnny's been saving himself for you." Gloria smiled broadly. "Despite constant entreaties." She put the glass down. "Watch. Johnny, I'd really love to suck your cock." She stood, and took a step toward the couch. She fell on her knees. "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste your luscious come." Gloria opened her mouth and waited. She shut her mouth and smiled. "See? He's the first man to say no."

Kitty laughed. "You mean they fall for that?" She winked at Gloria.

"Every time. Well almost every time." Gloria sat in her chair.

Maeve smiled. "It helps that you are beautiful, well built, and have fiery red hair." She paused. "Back to the story."

"We were driving. We were on Center Street, near the spot where the hookers are, you know, next to that old diner."

Maeve nodded. "Johnny had something he wanted you to try out?"

"No, we were just talking. Then I saw a car pull up to the curb. Three women got out; one woman there got in. It looked like Matt's car. He's the man I told you about. The one Mark and I had lunch with. So I had Johnny stop."

"Matt?" Kitty asked.

"Matt is a man I met at the library. I think he was one of the men on the Bayside Pier last Sunday. But I'm not entirely sure. He's taken Mark and me out to lunch three times this week. He seems nice."

Kitty nodded. "Seemed."

"Seemed. So Johnny stopped. We got out and talked to the women. They were walking up to us anyway. Johnny let me bring them home." Gloria grinned. "That's it."

Maeve stood. "You left a lot out, dear." She held out her hand. "Let's talk to the girls."

"Um," Johnny said.

"Um what?"

"Clothes?"

Maeve rolled her eyes. "For godsakes, they're whores." She tugged his hand.

They sat at the picnic table; Johnny brought extra chairs from over by the refrigerator.

"Let's introduce ourselves," Maeve said. "I'm mom."

Kitty grinned. "She's Maeve. I'm Kitty." She thrust out her breasts. "Miss Katherine Parsons, wealthy socialite."

Maeve said, "Kitty, you'll only confuse them."

"Yes, mom."

"Kitty." Maeve said shortly.

Kitty grinned at them. "I'm Kitty. I'm a whore. Bet you could kind of guess by the way I'm dressed. He's Johnny, our pimp."

"Johnny." Johnny nodded to them.

"Gloria." She smiled at the girls. "It's okay."

"Fancy." She had freckles across her nose, a broad face, ash blonde hair.

"Mary." She had a fading black eye, brown hair, and a cute face.

"I'm Winifred." She looked at Kitty. "We're whores, too. Should we take off our clothes?" She had pale red hair, more freckles than Gloria and large breasts.

"We're informal here," Maeve said. "Who is the missing one?"

"Darlene had to go back home," Fancy said.

Maeve looked at Winifred. "All right, Winifred. We're all whores, except Johnny."

Winifred gave a quick nod. She watched Johnny.

"Winifred," Maeve said to Winifred. "Why are you here?"

"Didn't they tell you?"

Maeve shook her head.

"Because of this." Winifred stood up and walked around the table. She showed the bruises on her legs.

"And because of what they saw was happening to Darlene," Fancy said. She looked back at Johnny.

Maeve looked at Fancy, then back at Winifred. "Thank you. You can sit." Then to Fancy, "What was happening to Darlene?"

"He was beating her."

Maeve glanced at Johnny.

"He was hitting her across the face as he drove off."

Maeve looked at Gloria. "Matt?"

Gloria shook her head. "We don't know. They call him Mack."

Maeve looked at the girls. "Mack?"

They nodded.

"Mack wasn't nice to you?"

They shook their heads.

Maeve looked at Johnny and nodded. She looked back at the girls. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Winifred said. "Fancy is fourteen. Mary is fifteen. Darlene is eighteen."

"Sisters?"

They shook their heads.

"Want to go home?" Maeve held up her hand. "Back where your folks are? Not back to Mack."

They shook their heads.

Maeve's eyes held Johnny's. "We need to get Darlene."

"I've made a few calls. Nothing yet."

"All right." Maeve shut her eyes. She opened them and looked closely at the girls. "I started out as a whore when I was fourteen. But I'll be damned if I'll be involved with anything with girls as young as you." She turned to Johnny.

"I agree entirely."

"Darlene, if she really is eighteen, is different." Maeve shut her eyes. "Johnny. We're looking at a whole heap of trouble here."

Johnny held out his hand. "I told them if we couldn't come up with anything else, we'd give them train tickets out of here."

Maeve gave a quick nod. "You kids eaten yet?"

They nodded. They were watching Maeve more than Johnny now.

"All right. You kids can stay here. That what you want to do?" She looked from Kitty, Gloria, to Johnny. "All right." She shut her eyes. "Johnny, this room is off bounds to men. You included." She opened her eyes and looked at Gloria. "You and Kitty can have the guest room."

Maeve stood. She looked at Johnny and shook her head.

"Johnny, those pictures on the wall have to go. All the pictures in the house have to go. Everything. Tonight. Put them in Kitty's new house."

Winifred quickly looked at Kitty. "You have a house?"

Kitty nodded. "Johnny is a good man."

Maeve said over her shoulder, "Don't have them falling in love with him, too." She paused. "Kitty, you take the stuff. Now."

Kitty went to the wall. Johnny stopped her. "There's a particular order. I'll do it." Kitty looked at Maeve.

"We wear clothes here, all the time." She grinned at Gloria. "You, too. And you can forget doing your trick here." Maeve sat down. "Can't you see her falling on her knees to the arresting officers?" She smiled at Gloria. "If it looks bad, that's always worth a try."

Maeve walked across the room. "I'm getting dressed. Gloria, keep an eye on him." She shook her head. "You and Johnny did well, but . . ."

After Maeve left the room, Kitty looked at Johnny. "Good thing I didn't tell her about the secretary."

"Receptionist."

Gloria whispered to the girls. "Watch this." Then spoke normally. "Receptionist?"

Kitty giggled. "Another one, ripe for the picking." She poked Johnny. "Hunh? Ripe for the picking."

Gloria said to the girls, "We'll find Darlene. Where are you from anyway?"

Fancy glanced at Winifred then said, "We're from all over but we're all from around the Big Sandy."

"Big Sandy?"

"Kentucky and West Virginia."

"All right, I know where that is. Beautiful countryside around there. My late husband was from Jackson County, Ohio."

Kitty studied Gloria closely.

"How much do you make?" Winifred asked.

"Depends. Thirty. Sometimes less."

The girls' eyes were large. They said at the same time, "Thirty?"

"How much did you girls get," Kitty asked.

"Five tops and a beating," Mary said.

Kitty nodded. "This Mack," she looked at Gloria. "Could he be Matt?"

Gloria slumped her shoulders. "They describe someone who could be Matt, could be Johnny, could be a million men."

"What if it's Matt?"

"I'm not in love with him." Gloria turned to Johnny. "Need any help?"

Maeve held Johnny, she held him close to her. "I'm glad we have Gloria, we'll need a babysitter."

Johnny nodded slowly. His right arm was under her and beginning to tingle and hurt.

"Who was that coughing?"

"Fancy. She doesn't have a fever. Winifred said she coughs all the time."

"Kitty and I'll work the motel. Gloria can babysit Mark and the girls."

"Business." Johnny sounded exasperated.

"Johnny, Gloria will have to be with the girls tomorrow night."

Johnny nodded.

"All right." Maeve kissed Johnny. "Think you're good for another go?"

Johnny rolled onto his back, leaving his arm under Maeve. He looked at her and grinned.

Kitty and Gloria held each other. "So you were married?" Kitty asked.

"He died in Korea."

"Sorry." Kitty kissed Gloria's neck.

"I mourned for a long time. I'm no longer mourning."

"I kind of noticed, honey." Kitty slipped down and kissed Gloria's nipple.

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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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