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Chapter Sixteen

Saturday, October 25, 1958

Maeve kept everyone busy. Johnny wondered what it would be like as it got closer to their wedding. When everything was to Maeve's satisfaction, three cars left Johnny's in the morning. Maeve and Johnny rode in her red Thunderbird. Kitty and the girls rode in the white Chevy. Gloria took her Rambler to Kitty's parents' home to pick up Mark. She was to take him to Kitty's new house.

Johnny watched Kitty and the girls enter Kitty's new home. He smiled to Maeve. "I'll get the pictures to take back to our house." He kissed her, stepped out of the car.

Johnny walked into Kitty's house and heard them in the kitchen. "I need the pictures and other things back," Johnny said to Kitty.

"I'll get them." Kitty left him with the girls.

Johnny smiled at them and immediately felt like an idiot. Their eyes never left his face. "Kitty and Gloria and Mark are taking you shopping for clothes. Then we'll all meet at the beach." He was exceedingly happy when Kitty brought in a large cardboard box.

Kitty grinned at him. "They won't bite."

Johnny nodded briefly. "Get extra keys made for your house for Gloria and Maeve. "He turned to the girls. "Fancy, Mary and Winifred, no one is to know that any of my girls are whores. Understand?"

The girls slowly nodded their heads.

"Especially Kitty's son Mark. He's not to know." He waited for their nods. "No one is to know you have been whores. Not unless I tell you it's okay to tell them." He watched their faces. "I haven't heard anything about Darlene. I'll check in when I get back."

Kitty put her hand on Fancy's shoulder and gave a squeeze. "She'll be okay."

Johnny picked up the box. "I hope for Mack's sake she is." He and Kitty kissed. "Have fun shopping. Don't forget keys."

Maeve and Johnny sat on one of his old army blankets. It was chilly today on the beach, cloudy with a breeze. Too cold for them to swim, though a few brave souls ventured in. Johnny thought they must be tourists. Maeve wore her suit with a lightweight jacket. Johnny wore slacks and a shirt.

The suit Maeve wore intrigued Johnny. It was a one-piece suit, but its cut and the knit fabric left little to the imagination. He could easily see the shape of her breasts; her nipples were prominent. Lower, the suit was snug, leaving her pussy lips well defined.

He shut his eyes. In a few hours she and Kitty would be auctioned. It was a strange juxtaposition for him. This highly desirable woman, next to him, watching the water with a hint of a smile, her black hair blowing into her face, would, shortly, be on a table with a line of men taking turns to fuck her. She'd be fucked by dozens, she would be seeping their come, and she would do something, smile, touch his arm, and they were together, just the two of them, the whole world distant.

Maeve turned and Johnny looked and saw Mark running across the sand toward the waves. Kitty and Gloria followed, lightly brushing each others' hands as they walked; the girls followed a few steps behind.

Johnny opened another blanket and he and Gloria set it on the sand. The girls sat to hold it down, Kitty walked to the water's edge to be with Mark. Fancy got up and joined them.

"Did you have something to eat?" Maeve asked Gloria.

"Burgers." Gloria watched Kitty, Mark and Fancy walk south toward old pilings jutting from the sand.

"Still nothing on Darlene," Johnny said. "We're working on it."

Gloria looked at Winifred. "Johnny had a private investigator keep an eye on things when I was at a job."

"A real one?" Mary asked.

"A real one. Gun and everything."

Winifred pushed the blanket into the sand with her hand. "I wish we'd never come here."

"To the beach?" Gloria asked. She looked sharply at Johnny.

"No, here."

"Mack bring you?"

"No, some other guy." Winifred looked at the horizon.

Maeve said to Mary, "Mack give you that eye?"

Mary nodded.

Maeve smiled. "Any time you girls want to talk about it, just let me know." She looked closely at Winifred. "Just you and me, no one else. I won't tell anyone what you tell me, not even Johnny."

Winifred glared at Maeve. "Why aren't you working?" She turned to Johnny. "You have just these three?"

Johnny took Maeve's hand. "We're getting married. We're planning our honeymoon. Where to, dear? Paris or London?"

"Paris," Maeve said.

"I've always wanted to see London."

"Paris is nicer." She looked at Winifred. "I'm working, I'm just not on my back working."

"That comes later tonight." Johnny turned to Gloria. "You'll have to stay at Kitty's. Mark can stay with you tonight."

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

"You have two appointments tomorrow," Johnny said. "The afternoon appointment you know about. Michael's son is having his eighteenth and Michael wanted you to make it special for him." He paused. "We'll talk about it later. Gloria?" He looked at her.

She gave a quick nod.

"You'll be babysitting." He looked at Winifred and Mary, "Sorry girls. All week."

She nodded.

"Johnny will see," Maeve said, "if he can't arrange something special for you Friday." She looked at Johnny. "Something nautical."

"The more nautical the better," Gloria said. "Just so I pull my weight." She looked closely at Johnny. "I was going to see if I could invite five friends tonight. Even if I can't be there, it might be something they'd like."

"The more the merrier," Maeve said. She looked at Winifred. "This isn't easy for you, I know. You're someplace where it's strange. The rules are different." She paused. "Realize that. The rules are different."

Gloria stood up. "Winifred and Mary. Would you want to walk with me? At the pier there's a soda fountain."

Winifred reluctantly stood. "Okay." Mary took Gloria's hand.

"There will be some cute guys," Maeve said.

"Who cares," Winifred said.

"Or gals."

Winifred stared at her. "Different rules." She motioned with her fingers to Winifred.

Winifred looked at Johnny, walked to Maeve.

"Down here."

Winifred sat. She looked sideways at Johnny then at Maeve.

"All right now. I became a whore working in Tijauna when I was fourteen, Fancy's age. Then I worked in various places in this country, ending up in San Diego, where my family found me. I was nineteen. I've fucked tens of thousands of men. I've been beaten by pimps or worse. I'm still a whore, aren't I, Johnny?" She looked back at Winifred. "That woman over there," she pointed to Kitty, Mark and Fancy walking back to them, "is my lover. Gloria is my lover. Johnny is my lover. Get used to it." She smiled. "You're almost an adult, relax and enjoy being a teenager. Trying to impress Johnny won't work. Trying to be first girl won't work. Being our friend will." She looked closely at Winifred. "Watch how Gloria walks, how she is when she's around people. How she bears herself. Anybody can fuck for a few dollars. She made five hundred dollars Thursday night. Kitty and I will make more than that tonight." Maeve smiled at Mary staring at Gloria. "She'd never do that well if men weren't attracted to her. Men and women, dear." Maeve looked at Johnny. "I have them thinking about money. Sorry." She looked back at Winifred. "Go on. Go. Have a malted. Practice your walk. Learn how to speak so people will respect you." Maeve stood. "And I don't mean lose those darling accents. Keep them. They make you special." She took Johnny's hand. "Ready for a walk?" Johnny stood and they walked south, passing Kitty, Fancy and Mark.

"Sodas?" Gloria said.

Winifred stood. She followed Gloria and Mary.

After a few steps Winifred asked. "Did you really?"

"Thursday night. Yes. That was the night Johnny had the private eye keep watch on me." She held out her hands. The girls took them. "That's how I know he had a gun. I gave him a free one afterwards."

Kitty and Gloria watched Mark race through to the edge of the surf. His pants legs were rolled up, but even so he was soaked almost to his waist. They followed more slowly; Fancy, Mary and Winifred trailing behind.

"Looking forward to the Pier?" Kitty asked.

Gloria smiled broadly. She looked at Kitty. "I wonder if it ever will become old hat."

"Hasn't for me yet."

"I wonder about for Maeve?"

"She's worried about her wedding. Nothing's been done."

"I still wonder."

Kitty brushed her hand against Gloria's "She didn't look bored last night." She paused. "How does it feel to be able to wear normal clothes again?"

Gloria looked down at herself. "Strange." She grinned at Kitty. "And I miss doing my special act."

"Restraining yourself?"

"Just barely." She looked forward. "Give Al and his friends a special treat for me tonight."

"Okay."

"Don't wash before coming home." Gloria blushed. "I'll clean you."

"Okay." Kitty's lips barely showed a smile.

"Just Okay?" Gloria glanced at Kitty.

"I'm trying to be an exhibit of proper decorum for the youngsters behind us."

"Oh."

Kitty grinned. "When you are done with the fishermen Sunday."

"And Michael's son."

"No doubt Michael, too."

"No doubt." Gloria smiled. "When I'm done?"

"I'll clean you."

"Stuff something in my mouth so we don't wake Mark and the girls."

"Good thing you thought of that."

"I'm looking forward to next week. Those girls haven't been to school in ages."

"They'll be a challenge."

"No challenge. They can help me teach Mark to read." Gloria looked at Kitty. "I was interested to see how the skills I learned as a teacher came in handy Thursday night."

"Maeve and Johnny will appreciate the evening alone."

"Does Maeve have a dress for the wedding?"

"Something is being flown in from Paris. They have her measurements."

"Paris would be nice."

"I'm with Johnny. I want to see London. Besides, I can understand what they say."

"Time to turn back?"

"Probably should." Kitty yelled Mark's name, motioned with her hands. He slowly trudged back.

"He's cute as a button."

"I'm partial."

"You take Mary and Fancy, I'll take Winifred."

"Wonder what Darlene is like?"

"I think Winifred is trying to fill Darlene's shoes."

"Tell you much?"

Gloria shook her head. When Mark passed them, running again, Gloria took Winifred's hand, walked with her.

They sat on the army blankets; Mark dozed with his head in Kitty's lap.

"Time to go soon," Johnny said.

Gloria turned to Winifred. "Each week we take a turn and write out a schedule of what we're to do each day. This week was Kitty's turn." She turned to Kitty. "What did the schedule say happens next?"

Kitty grinned. "Johnny rides home in the trunk of the car."

"I think," Gloria said, "this week we'll do the same, Winifred, Mark, Mary and Fancy. I'll write a schedule for Monday, Monday Winifred will write a schedule for Tuesday, Mary for Wednesday, Fancy for Thursday, and Mark for Friday."

Mark looked up from Kitty's lap. "Like feed ducks at the library?"

Gloria gave him a smile. "Perfect. You're already started."

Maeve stood. "Well, Johnny?"

Johnny put on his socks and shoes, then stood. "Do I really have to ride in the trunk?"

Mark watched him with huge eyes.

"That's what my schedule says." Kitty stood.

Gloria helped Maeve shake out a blanket and fold it up.

Johnny and Mary folded the other blanket. "There," he said. He handed it to her to carry.

They walked through the dunes. Kitty showed the sea oats to Winifred who pulled a stalk and studied the head.

They stood at the cars, talking for a moment. "A kiss and a hug, Johnny, then in you go," Gloria said. She whispered loudly. "Johnny, you need to be a good example, now."

Maeve opened the trunk, stood back with a smile.

"It's not very big," Johnny said.

"You'll be surprised," Maeve said. "Are you going to climb in on your own, or do we pick you up and dump you in?"

"Kitty?" Johnny looked at her.

"Looks pretty big to me, Johnny."

Johnny looked at the girls and Mark. "You keep an eye out so no one sees us."

Johnny was climbing into the trunk when Mark yelled, "Someone's coming."

Johnny waved at the couple walking past, lay in the trunk. "Okay, shut it."

The couple watched as Maeve shut the lid on Johnny. Maeve smiled at them. "My husband heard a noise driving here. He couldn't be sure if it came from the front or the back." She looked to Kitty. "He said something about listening to gears," she looked at the couple, "but I know nothing about cars."

"Ready kids?" Gloria said. She opened the back door. "You in front with me, Winifred."

Maeve smiled quickly at the couple. "If only his congregation knew some of his madcap escapades." She looked at Kitty. "They think he's a very conservative minister." She smiled at the couple. "I hope he had that muffler leak fixed." She looked at Gloria. "Let me have a hug before you go."

The couple walked off as Gloria and Maeve hugged. "You have fun tonight," Gloria said. She touched Maeve's cheek lightly, they separated.

"Thank you, Gloria," Maeve said.

"My pleasure." Gloria turned to Kitty. "And you." They hugged. "I won't wait up."

"That's good," Kitty said. She hugged and kissed Mark. "I know you'll help Gloria." She stood. "I love you."

"I love you, mom," Mark said. Kitty could see Gloria mouthing, I love you.

Maeve and Kitty drove off in the red Thunderbird.

Gloria sat in the car, turned to Winifred. "We're eating out tonight. You tell me where you'd like to go."

Winifred looked at her. She shook her head.

"Not hungry?"

"Don't know where to go."

"Mark does, don't you?" Gloria started the car. "It's not far."

Johnny studied the Robin Hood Room in Joe's Tavern. He'd rearranged the furnishings so that a group of tables was placed at one end. That was the auction block. Maeve's table was in the center of the room. Ropes had already been prepared. Kitty preferred to be on her hands and knees. Johnny had placed a cushioned pad, one used in a gym, toward a corner.

He walked toward the door to the bar. Charles was at his spot ready to take money and make change. Stacks of sheets, togas, were on a table. "Ready?" he asked Charles.

Charles nodded. He was wearing a costume toga, cut properly to drape correctly. "Aren't you going to dress up?"

"Later." Johnny looked the room over. He went through the door into the bar.

Johnny walked to Sam. "Any time. We're ready."

Sam picked up a cowbell from behind his bar and gave it a rapid shake.

The noise quieted everyone. Patrons of the bar turned toward the barman.

"You can go on in," Sam said.

Johnny watched the group of men slowly move through the door. He wondered which ones were Gloria's friends. She hadn't really described them well; all the men looked masculine to Johnny.

Johnny edged through the door, took a spot near the back door of the room, near the stage. When it was time, he knocked.

Ten men dressed as pirates, knee length breeches, blousy shirts, eye patches, and large black three-cornered hats, came through the door into the room. The last two, Michael and Alex, in pirate garb, but with added fancy blue and tan coats, drew Maeve and Kitty into the room by ropes which bound them. Michael's coat looked too small for him while Alex's looked too large on his this frame.

Maeve and Kitty were dressed in chitons, Maeve told him the word was pronounced "kite ons;" short, loose tunics with a belt. The fabric was thin, Johnny could catch glimpses of their naked bodies underneath. Maeve's and Kitty's hands were bound before them; they were blindfolded with sashes of red cloth.

Johnny shut the door and moved to a better spot to watch. There was a good crowd tonight. He wished Gloria were here to see it.

The pirates and women climbed onto the table stage. The women were made to stand in front, next to captains Michael and Alex. The other eight pirates stood silently behind, against the wall, as a backdrop.

Michael yelled to quiet the room. "Avast, lubbers." When attention was drawn, he spoke more softly. "Friends, Romans, we returned recently from a profitable voyage. We sail again at the morning tide; we are selling the last of our spoil tonight." He roughly pulled Maeve to the center of the stage. Alex more gently moved Kitty.

"Highest bids tonight get first use." He smiled broadly. "Not exactly first use, but you know what I mean." He took Maeve's arm. "These two have been the crew's favorites." He turned to the pirates behind him. "Weren't they, men?"

The pirates yelled lustily.

Michael turned back to the crowd. "Until just a few minutes ago." He lifted the hem of Maeve's chiton so the crowd could see the line of come dripping down her leg.

Michael dropped the hem. "This wench comes from Gaul, has been well trained in the arts of love." He jerked on her rope. "Service your master."

Maeve fell on her knees and opened her mouth. She shut it. "I want to suck your cock, master. I want you to come in my mouth." She gave a quick grin and opened her mouth. She slowly swung her head from right to left.

"She does better without a blindfold on." Michael untied the cloth, let it fall to her feet.

Maeve stared at the crowd of men. A look of fear came across her face.

"Service your master, wench."

Maeve moved using her knees, toward him.

"Not me, wench. Your master is out there."

Maeve turned to the crowd. She kept her mouth open.

Michael walked to Kitty's side. "This wench comes from Hibernia." He looked at the crowd. "She's been well used also." He shook her arm. "Turn around and bend over."

Kitty turned and bent. Michael lifted her chiton exposing her butt. Johnny could see Kitty's pussy between her legs; it looked red and swollen.

"On your knees, wench." He dropped the chiton.

Kitty fell to her knees. She faced the back of the stage and the line of pirates.

Michael pulled her head into his breeches. "This wench has been my personal favorite. I hate to see her go." Michael pushed her head away. "We'll sell her last. I might change my mind. Especially if you bid too low for this other magnificent slut."

He walked to Maeve. "Stand."

Maeve stood. She kept her mouth open.

"Untie her."

Alex walked to Maeve. He untied her hands; they fell to her sides.

"Disrobe her."

Alex released the ties at each shoulder. When the first tie was undone, the square front piece of cloth folded, exposing her breast. The second tie caused the front to fall to her waist. Alex untied her waistband, the garment fell to her feet.

The crowd was quiet, but began to stir.

"Shut your mouth, wench."

Maeve shut her mouth. She smiled.

Michael held out his hand.

A pirate from the back row handed him a pink plastic hula-hoop.

"You're to dance for these Roman citizens, slut." He dropped the hoop over her head.

Maeve grabbed it, looked sideways angrily at Michael. Johnny smiled. Maeve didn't know about this part.

"Dance."

Maeve released the hoop as she swung her hips. The hoop fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Dance."

Maeve picked up the hoop and tried again. At the third try she kept the hoop in motion for a moment before it fell to the floor.

"Enough." Michael looked at the crowd. "So she's no dancing wench." He grinned. "You weren't wanting a dancing wench, were you?" He walked to Maeve, took her arm. "Well, slut. What are you good for?"

Maeve smiled to the audience. "I'm a great fuck. I'm good for sucking and fucking. I want your . . ."

"Enough slut." Michael released her arm. "How much do I hear for her, first use." He smiled. "Well, not exactly first use."

The room was quiet.

"A dollar," Michael said.

"A dollar," a man said across the room, opposite Johnny.

"One fifty," came a voice closer to him.

"Ten," Johnny said.

Maeve saw him and smiled happily.

"Twelve," the first voice said.

"Fifteen," another voice said.

Johnny listened as the bids slowly rose to twenty-five dollars. "Fifty," Johnny said.

The room was quiet.

"Going," Michael said. "Going." He paused. "Gone." He turned to the pirates. "Four of you, carry her down." He paused. "Sold to the barbarian."

Johnny walked to the stage, handed Michael a fifty, and watched as the four pirates lifted her, one at each knee, one at each shoulder. They carried her off the stage, carefully going down the steps constructed of empty wooden beer crates. They carried her over to the table, laid her on her back.

Johnny walked over. "Not that way; feet on the floor, bent over."

Maeve looked at him sharply. The pirates lifted her off the table, positioned her.

"Hold her arms." Johnny walked around them, took the ropes and tied each of her wrists to a leg on the other side of the table. He then tied her ankles to the legs on her side of the table. Johnny walked around the table and faced her.

"Johnny, what are you doing?"

"Adding dramatic interest."

Maeve stared at him. "Don't add too much dramatic interest, dear."

"Just a touch." He smiled, he turned to Michael.

Michael looked out at the crowd. "I don't know. Fifty dollars." He looked at Kitty. "Stand slut." He looked at Alex. "Untie her."

Alex untied Kitty's hands.

"Leave the blindfold on." He paused. "Disrobe her."

Kitty stood naked, facing the back of the stage.

"Dance slut."

Kitty made the first motions for a provocative dance. Alex dropped the hoop over her head. Kitty caught the hula-hoop and used her hips to keep it in the air.

Johnny turned back to Maeve, then he tapped a man on the shoulder. "She's yours."

"Johnny?"

"Drama, dear." He pointed at Maeve. "She's yours. Go at it."

The man looked at Johnny, looked at Maeve, walked around the table to stand behind her. He pushed his sheet toga to his back, opened his pants.

Johnny watched the stage. Michael had Kitty slowly turning as she used the hoop. She looked beautiful. Johnny looked back at Maeve. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Johnny, I can't see her." Maeve's face changed as the man entered her pussy.

"Let him know how you like this, dear."

Maeve shook her head.

"The ropes stay tied until we know you like this."

"Johnny." Maeve shut her eyes and pushed back at the man thrusting into her. He quickly came. She opened her eyes. "Johnny, untie me."

Another man took his place. Johnny watched him fuck Maeve, then looked on the stage.

Kitty was on her hands and knees. Alex was thrusting into her mouth, Michael into her rear. Other pirates were standing close, their erect cocks waiting for their turns.

Johnny heard a moan. He looked at Maeve. Her eyes were shut, her hands were clenched, and she was thrusting back at each thrust into her pussy. She shook her head, moaned louder. She shook her hips wildly from side to side. She moaned, her eyes flew open. Her hands relaxed.

Johnny untied her hands, then her wrists. When the man fucking her was done, Johnny had the pirates lift her onto the table. Maeve stared at Johnny as she lay there, open. A pirate put a cloth pad against her thigh, she lifted her pelvis, and he slid it under. That pirate held her legs as he fucked her, slowly, with long firm strokes.

Johnny climbed onto the table, bent and kissed her. He slipped a pad under her head. He looked up onto the stage. Alex and Michael were done. Two of the pirates were fucking Kitty now. Johnny wondered if Alex had shot come on Kitty's face. He looked down at Maeve. "I love you," he said. He bent and they kissed.

"I love you, too, you bastard." She grinned at him.

Johnny got of the table, her eyes following him. He walked to the stage, touched Kitty's hand. "You look beautiful, dear," he said.

Kitty gave a brief nod.

Johnny left the Robin Hood Room. He'd nurse a beer in the bar for the next several hours.

Gloria said to the back seat of the car as she drove, "Feel better after a good dinner?" She watched the road and glanced at Winifred sitting beside her. "We're going to the grocery store next, then to my house." She paused. "Spaghetti sound all right for dinner tomorrow? What do you like to eat for breakfast? Fancy?"

"We can choose?"

"You each can choose. Think about what you each want." Gloria paused. "Mary, what is your favorite TV show?"

"I don't have one," Mary said. "We never got to watch much TV."

"Mark, what's yours?"

"Gunsmoke."

"Your grandparents let you stay up to see Gunsmoke? How about Lassie?"

"I love Lassie."

"We can watch TV at my home before going back to Kitty's." At the stoplight she turned to the back seat. "Everybody has a say, no one can hog the set." Gloria looked to Winifred. "Winifred, I want you to be in charge of boxes. You need to find boxes at the store, a clerk will help you, and carry them out to the car."

Winifred glanced at Gloria. "Boxes?"

"Kitty has furniture but nothing to cook with or eat from. We'll pack some of my things and take them to Kitty's tonight."

Winifred nodded, she returned to looking out the side window.

"I'm going to be taking some of my books to Kitty's, and there is a record I want Johnny to hear. You see something we need, we'll bring it. All right?"

Winifred gave a quick nod.

"You don't know where you lived with Mack? Did you pass anything on the way to and from his house?"

"Railroad tracks, we crossed tracks."

"Bridges? Large buildings? Shopping centers?"

Winifred shook her head.

Gloria smiled. "We'll be crossing tracks in a minute. You see anything you remember, holler."

Winifred nodded her head; she continued watching out the window.

This is fun, Maeve thought, but I've had more fun doing other things. The men around the table were excited; it was still early in the evening. They wanted her to touch their precious cocks, stroke them, suck them as others fucked her.

Maeve thought about her wedding. She wanted a simple ceremony, in a park, early evening, luxuriant greenery as a backdrop. She wanted a simple reception for friends, a meal, music. She wanted to dance with Johnny. She wanted to drive off in her car, with him in the seat beside her, tin cans rattling on the pavement, rice still falling from their hair and clothes.

She had a lot to do next week.

Maeve opened her mouth as she felt a cock poke her lips. Her face was covered with come, crazy Alex and his friends; she didn't dare try to open her eyes.

She felt the cock in her ass, she hoped they were washing off before coming back for more. Probably never considered it. Men. She closed her lips on the cock, felt it slide over her lips, past her tongue, in and out of her mouth. She wasn't seeing Alex's flash go off, maybe he was with Kitty.

Maeve wondered if she was getting bored. It was getting less and less easy to sink into feeling when she was getting fucked. It was still fun. She was happy to be fucking.

She hoped to spend more time with Johnny this week. She wondered who he was chatting up while she was flat on her back getting fucked by a roomful of men.

The man came in her mouth, held his cock in her while she ran her tongue over its tip and along the shaft. She pretended her tongue was one of those tiny minnows that nibbled dead skin when she went swimming at the beach. He was done. She raised herself onto her elbows. When the man was done in her ass, she was going to take a break. Clean off the muck, pee, walk around and visit. She wanted to touch Kitty, hug her. She wanted Johnny to touch her, kiss her, love her.

Johnny drove up Center and parked by the old diner. He didn't think it had a name. Its chrome was spotted by rust, the windows were dirty. He walked inside, found a booth, sat.

Johnny ordered a coffee and pie. The coffee was gritty, too strong for his tastes; the pie was excellent. He looked now and again at the other people in the diner, mostly men, and a few older women. It was by no means crowded.

When the waitress came by to refill his cup, he asked her, "I'm looking for a man named Mack, drives a pale blue Ford."

She shook her head. "Alice might be able to help you." She tipped her head toward a blonde at the east end of the diner.

"The blonde?"

"That's Alice."

"Thanks."

She walked off to refill other cups.

Johnny sat for a few minutes longer, saw the waitress say a word to Alice, saw Alice look at him. Johnny carried his coffee cup and saucer and sat at the table next to Alice's. She had the company of three men who were sharing her table.

This close, Johnny saw that Alice wore a wig, that she wore too much makeup that still didn't hide the shadow of a beard.

"I'm looking for Mack, drives a pale blue Ford. He has girls working near here. I need to see him."

Alice laughed. "Why look for girls when you can have me?" Alice's fingers passed over Johnny's hand, just barely touching him. "Experience, dear, is always better."

Johnny smiled. "I'm looking for a particular girl of his." He grinned. "I like them young."

Alice made a face. "Young is what he has, dear." She looked him in the eye. "I haven't seen Mack in two days, same thing I told the police, last night."

"I'm not the police, Alice. I just want the girl." Johnny took a drink of his coffee.

Alice nodded; she began to turn away from him, to her friends.

"Alice. Did the police tell you there's a reward? Did they tell you I want to take her off the street?" He gave a quick smile. "Less competition for everyone."

"How much?"

"Tip, twenty-five dollars. A tip that helps find her, five hundred." Johnny smiled. "Do you have a tip?"

Alice thought for a second. "The bowling alley over on Majestic. You might try there."

Johnny nodded slowly. He reached into his pocket, took out his roll. He took a fifty out and handed it to her. "For the tip and for your time." He took a card from his pocket. "Top number is mine. If I'm not there, bottom number can take messages twenty-four hours." He handed it to her. "Would your friends be interested in cards?"

"Just me is fine."

"Thanks Alice. Bowling alley on Majestic." Johnny stood up, went to the register to pay. As he left the diner he heard laughter at Alice's table. He'd check the bowling alley anyway, after he walked around the area first.

Kitty relaxed on her back on the pad. Maeve was over her, Maeve's breasts brushing Kitty's. Kitty felt Maeve swing around, felt Maeve's butt on her chest. Maeve was licking her.

Kitty smiled. Maeve had always been fantastic. With practice, she'd become even more fantastic. Maeve's tongue danced lightly on her clit. Johnny's tongue felt great when he did this, but it was almost as if he were a dog cleaning his food bowl. She didn't want to be scrubbed, at least not right now. She wanted to be tantalized, she wanted to be . . . Kitty pulled Maeve's pussy closer to her mouth. She wanted to be doing the same for Maeve.

None of the women by the diner were interested in talking to Johnny. They thought he was a cop. Maeve could probably get something from them. Johnny walked back to his car and sat, tapping the steering wheel. Maybe Gloria or Maeve some evenings next week. He could bring them out; they could set up shop, work the corner, and get to know the other girls.

Johnny shook his head. Too dangerous for them. He'd only consider it as a last resort. He started the car and made the turn toward the bowling alley on Majestic.

Maeve rested on hands and knees side by side with Kitty, their hips touching. Maeve could feel Kitty's body move as Kitty was fucked from behind. Maeve's body moved as she was fucked from behind. It felt to Maeve as if she and Kitty were exploring a new place, a place only sensed by touch and the indefinable thing that passed through them. Maeve could sense Kitty nearing climax. Maeve focused on that; the cock buried deep in her pussy, and the cock in her mouth. Kitty's climax was approaching, Maeve could feel every muscle contract, could hear Kitty moan, her mouth stuffed, too. Maeve's climax followed a minute later, the man finishing in her, holding her hips. Maeve felt her breasts sway, moisture on her legs, drool on her chin. She felt the man behind her leave, a moment without fullness, another took his place. Bang. Bang. Bang. Like a machine gun. Her faced buried in the other man's groin.

Gloria watched the kids. They were sprawled, Mary and Fancy on the sofa, Mark on the floor, on his stomach, his chin in his hands, Winifred curled in an armchair. All watched the TV, lights and shadows danced on their faces. She stood behind the chair Winifred sat in. Gloria touched her shoulder. "Would you be able to talk for just a second?"

Winifred nodded, stood up still watching the screen. She turned and followed Gloria to the bedroom.

"Sit down," Gloria said, patting the bed.

Winifred joined her.

"Why did you tell us you aren't sisters, when you clearly are?" Gloria smiled. She wanted this not to be threatening.

Winifred watched her.

"You are, aren't you?"

Winifred nodded.

"Besides Darlene, is there anyone else we should be concerned about? Do you have other brothers or sisters?"

Winifred thought for moment. She gave a quick nod. "Cherry."

"Older or younger than you?"

"Cherry is oldest." Winifred watched Gloria, her eyes unblinking.

"How old?"

"Twenty."

Gloria nodded. "She's your oldest sister?"

Winifred gave a brief nod.

"Where is she?"

Winifred slumped her shoulders.

"When did you last see her?"

Winifred stared at Gloria.

"When did you last see her?"

"A while back."

"Worry about her?"

Winifred slumped her shoulders.

"Mack liked you, didn't he?"

Winifred stared at Gloria.

"Anything else?"

"Cherry had another name, Sylphie, sometimes Sylph."

Gloria smiled broadly. "What a beautiful name." She touched Winifred's crossed legs. "You've been a big help."

Winifred looked down into her lap.

"Do you like it with us?" Gloria smiled. "Yes, no, maybe, don't know."

Winifred slumped her shoulders.

"No, maybe, don't know." Gloria stood up. "That's perfectly all right." She paused. "Do you have any place you want to go to? Family?"

Winifred shook her head.

"Do you have any other names?"

Winifred shook her head.

"That's okay." Gloria stepped toward the door. She spoke into the hall. "I'm going to pack kitchen things. You can help me or go back with the others." She left the room.

Winifred followed.

Gloria looked at her as Winifred came into the kitchen. "Make yourself a snack, I have a call to make." Gloria took her memo book out of her purse; she opened it to Matt's number. She stared at it as if she were seeing it for the first time. She looked up to Winifred. "Two calls. Won't be a minute."

She called Johnny's first. There was no answer; she expected that. She called the private investigator. "Hello, may I speak with either Mr. Bryant or Mr. Miller? Thank you." She glanced at Winifred and smiled. Winifred was making popcorn. "Mr. Miller, this is Gloria, Johnny's friend. Yes. Thank you. I have two additional bits of information. The first is, besides Darlene, we are also looking for Cherry, twenty, also known as Sylphie or Sylph. I'm not sure she is in this town. I don't have a description. The second piece of information is, the car we saw looked like that of an acquaintance, Matt. I have his number. Tangerine 7-8991. Yes. I thought you might be able to trace his address with that. Thank you. Bye." She watched Winifred pour the popcorn into bowls. Winifred left one bowl in the kitchen, carried the others to the living room.

Gloria called Al. "Hi, Al? This is Gloria, yes, from Wednesday." She paused. "I can't thank you enough." She paused. "Some friends are having a party at Joe's Tavern tonight; you and your friends might be interested." She paused. "Yes, that's the place. The bartender's name is Sam. He'll direct you to Johnny." She paused. "Yes, Johnny. There's normally a charge; Johnny said you'd get in free. Al." She paused. "I won't be there tonight, but I think you'll like my friends." She paused. "Al, maybe you and your friends and I can get together sometime this week. I'd really love that." She laughed. "I really would love that." She paused. "I'd better go. Have fun. Say hello to Johnny for me."

Gloria hung up the phone and stood. "That was the perfect thing to make, Winifred."

Johnny walked into Joe's Tavern, chatted with Sam for a few minutes, walked to the door for the Robin Hood Room and went in.

He talked to Michael who was giving Charles a break. They watched the people in the room.

"More couples this time," Michael said.

"Just watching?"

"So far." He grinned at Johnny. "You never know, though."

"How has it been?"

"It's thinned out some. Maeve took a break, then she and Kitty gave a show, now they are together on the mat."

Johnny saw the crowd in the corner. He turned back to Michael. "We doing okay?"

Michael nodded and smiled. "You're doing okay."

Johnny looked again at the crowd in the corner. "Too bad Gloria couldn't be here."

Michael nodded. "It seems a little flat tonight."

Johnny turned to Michael. "It needs new blood."

"Gloria."

"Gloria."

Michael touched Johnny's arm. "You're not about to sprout another on us are you? Maeve barely survived Gloria."

"No more."

"I can hear gears turning up there."

Johnny smiled. "Really. No more."

"You wouldn't tell me anyway."

Johnny smiled. "I wouldn't." He paused. "I thought I would go over."

"Say hi to Maeve and Kitty for me."

Johnny waved and walked off.

Gloria had the three girls tucked into bed together in one room, Mark in the other, his own room, in Kitty's new house. They had almost everything, but not everything. Mark's favorite pillow was at Kitty's old house. They needed more towels. They needed a million things. Gloria made a list, then copied it. Kitty and she would discuss who got what to do in the morning.

Gloria shut off the kitchen light, made sure the front door was locked. Kitty had her key. Gloria shook her head; she never locked her door at home.

Gloria climbed into Kitty's bed, turned out the light and lay thinking. She had a lot to think about. The girls, Maeve, Johnny and Kitty. The Bayside Pier. Matt. Michael's son. Al and his friends. She smiled. She hoped they were having a good time. She thought about her upcoming nautical adventure. She thought about slowly being pounded into oblivion. She thought about her tattooed ass.

"Miss?"

Gloria opened her eyes. Fancy stood at the edge of her bed, her sisters in the doorway, Mary and Winifred. "Yes?" She already knew. They looked cute in their new pajamas.

"It's scary here."

Gloria sat up. "Winifred. Why don't you see if Mark wants to join us?" She looked at Fancy. "It's all right if a man joins us tonight, just this once, isn't it?"

Winifred came back with Mark carrying his pillow.

"All aboard," Gloria said. She was happy to have their company.

Johnny watched Maeve and Kitty for a few minutes, then left the room. He got a beer from Sam and returned to his table; it was late and the bar was nearly empty.

He was deep in thought when Sam came over with several men. Four. Johnny thanked Sam; they joined him, one drawing a chair over from another table.

"Gloria called tonight. Said to talk to you." He paused.

Johnny watched him. He was short and dark, curly haired like Johnny had always wanted to be.

"My name is Al." He held out his hand.

"Johnny." They shook. "She mentioned you might be coming." Johnny took a drink from his glass.

Al introduced his friends. "Danny, Bill and Scott." He waited a moment. "Gloria said something about a party."

Johnny gave a quick smile. "You could call it that." He stood. "There's usually a cover charge, friends of Gloria's are free." He walked toward the door to the Robin Hood Room; they followed.

Johnny opened the door. Charles was back at his spot. Johnny walked in, the four followed. "Charles, these are friends of Gloria's."

Charles smiled and nodded.

"Let me show you," Johnny said. He walked toward the crowd in the corner. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Al and his friends were behind. Johnny worked slowly through the crowd, until he was on the edge of the mat. Al stood beside him and stared.

"Aren't they beautiful?" Johnny said. "The black haired one on the right is Maeve." He looked at Al. "My fiancee." The blonde on the left is Kitty. "Our girlfriend." Johnny laughed. "It sounds strange, but it's true."

Al watched him.

"Maeve and Kitty enjoy being well-used. By many and often."

Al looked back at the two women and at the four men fucking their mouths and pussies.

Johnny touched his arm. "Enjoy yourself. Both have much to offer." He smiled. "I'm going back to my table. I have a beer to nurse." Johnny turned to go. He stopped, looked at Al. "Let me know how you liked our party when you leave. Everything closes down at two."

Al nodded quickly, still watching Maeve then Kitty.

Johnny grinned to himself, worked his way through the crowd, chatted with Charles for a few minutes, saw Alex talking with a couple, and went back to his table.

Kitty slumped to her elbows; she couldn't keep her head up any longer. The night seemed to go on forever. Maeve had disappeared hours ago from her side.

Kitty didn't remember seeing as many flashes as usual. Perhaps Alex was getting pickier in his shots. She rested her forehead on the mat. Her body moved with each thrust. She felt like she had burns on her knees. She'd never gotten them before. She bit her arm. She held onto her skin with her teeth. Her eyes stung from sweat and come. She tried to hold it back, couldn't any longer. She wailed. The man fucking her stopped.

"Don't quit on me," Kitty whispered. She shouted, "Fuck me, you bastard." She slammed her butt back at him.

The man fucking her resumed, faster now, long hard strokes. She could barely feel him, her whole body felt numb. She rubbed her eyes across the arm on the mat. She forced her fingers to open. She unclenched her jaw. She could hear her hair brush the mat. She remembered to breathe.

He was done. Another took his place, but it took several minutes.

Kitty realized she was crying. She wondered what time it was. She remembered Gloria at the port the other night. Gloria must have been fucked silly.

Sam came to Johnny's table and sat down next to him. "Closing in a few minutes, sir."

Johnny nodded. "You got some earlier, didn't you?"

Sam nodded.

Johnny stood. "Good. I expect you to take advantage of the opportunity again when you're closed." Johnny walked to the room.

Charles was packing up. Michael was talking to people, clearing the room. About ten holdouts stood around Maeve's table and Kitty's mat. Alex had his camera packed and was working with another person moving the tables used for the stage back into their proper spots.

Johnny walked to Michael. When Michael was finished talking with a man, he asked, "Michael, what time is Gloria going to be on the Bayside Pier tomorrow?"

"Four." Michael looked tired.

"Thanks."

Johnny walked over to Kitty's mat. One person was fucking her, three others were watching.

"Have a good time, Al?"

Al looked at Johnny, smiled broadly and held out his hand. "Thanks."

"Thank Gloria. She invited you."

"Gloria is?"

"Our other girlfriend." Johnny smiled. "As you can see, we're not exclusive."

Al watched him.

"Do you and your friends like to fish?"

Al nodded.

"Be out at the Bayside Pier tomorrow, at four." Johnny looked at Kitty, then back at Al. "Gloria will be there. She'll be glad to see you, I'm sure."

Al gave a quick nod.

"Maybe you and your friends can help Michael there." Johnny turned and pointed. "Help Michael keep an eye on things."

Al nodded. "Sure. We'll be there."

"I think you'll find Gloria will be very appreciative." Johnny nodded toward Kitty. "When Danny . . ."

"Bill."

"When Bill is finished you'll have to go. We're closing."

Al nodded. "Thanks."

"Thank you," Johnny said. He began to leave, stopped. "By the way. Which is your personal favorite? Tonight." Johnny smiled.

Al pointed to Kitty. "Her."

"Kitty is fantastic, isn't she?" Johnny pointed to the table. "My favorite is always Maeve."

"Hard choice."

"I don't have to choose." Johnny left them.

He stood watching Maeve get fucked by the last man. Everyone else had left the room. Sam came in and walked over to Kitty. Johnny turned back to Maeve. The man was done, resting across her.

Johnny waited until he left, then walked to Maeve.

"Johnny?"

"Hi Maeve."

"I've waited for hours."

"I hope the wait has been worthwhile."

"No one is as good as you, Johnny."

"Maeve, you're making me blush."

"All you going to do is talk, Johnny?" Maeve smiled. "If all you are going to do is talk, then send Sam over."

"Sam's busy."

"She's been noisy tonight."

Johnny dropped his pants. He looked at Maeve; she was sloppy with come. More so than usual. He pressed himself into her pussy; he could barely feel her. He slowly thrust in and out several times, then repositioned himself at her ass.

Johnny slipped in, slowly; he could feel her around him, under him, her legs wrapped around his waist. It felt warmer here, as if he could better feel the heat of her here. He fucked. Maeve jerked her feet so he was squeezed into her. He could see her breasts do their dance, her ribs rise with each breath. He could see her lips move. Her legs jerked, he held them, he came.

Johnny opened his eyes. Maeve was watching him, propped up on her elbows.

"It's nice to see you," Maeve said.

"It's nice to see you. Ready to go home?"

Maeve nodded.

They both held still while Kitty wailed. When silence had returned, Johnny backed out of Maeve.

"Sam struck paydirt," Maeve said. She looked at Johnny. "If he has any left send him on over here."

Johnny grinned. "I think he'll need a few minutes."

"He does look tuckered, doesn't he?"

"Both do." Johnny helped Maeve sit. "Ready to wash up?"

Maeve nodded. She slid off the table onto her feet, buckled. Johnny held her.

"You're beautiful."

Maeve leaned against his shoulder. "Go on, say more."

Johnny and Maeve dropped Kitty off at her house. Johnny helped her to the door, unlocked it, and helped her inside. She was still shaky.

Johnny led her to her room. She could see by the hall light that the bed was filled with sleeping forms. Gloria opened her eyes, smiled.

Kitty blew her a kiss, Gloria blew her a kiss back. Kitty and Johnny went to the other bedroom. Johnny helped her undress, get into bed.

"Aren't you going to fuck me, Johnny?" Kitty grinned up at him.

"Maeve . . ."

"She's asleep."

Johnny kissed her. "Okay." He stood up and began to remove his clothes. "Better wash first. Be right back."

"Hurry." Kitty and he kissed.

When Johnny came back she was sleeping. He turned out the light, locked the front door, and got into his Buick. He took a deep breath. He looked to the back seat. Maeve was sleeping, naked, his jacket thrown over her.

Johnny drove home, they went to bed.

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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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