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Chapter Twenty-two

When Johnny woke, Gloria's arm pinned his chest. It felt heavier when she was asleep, inert. He lay quietly, breathing slowly, feeling her weight across him. He stirred.

Gloria opened her eyes and blinked. She smiled. "Alex came in while you were asleep. There's a present for you in the garage." She lifted her arm off him. "I'll sleep a little longer. Go on."

Johnny stood, went to the bathroom and peed. He flushed the toilet, walked through the house to the door to the garage. He opened it and checked his watch at the same time.

Maeve was on the bed. Alex had tied her. Her legs were held apart, ankles tied to a broomstick. Her arms were bound to her sides. Alex had placed the gag in her mouth, but she had pushed it out with her tongue. Her mouth was open; she snored softly. The switch lay beside her on the bed. A bottle, not a beer bottle, something else, stuck out of her pussy. A stack of dollar bills lay on the bed. Maeve looked a mess.

Johnny picked up the stack of bills and counted them. One hundred thirteen. He wondered at the odd number. Johnny started coffee. When he came back to the bed, Maeve's eyes were open; she watched him.

Johnny climbed onto the bed, pulled the neck of the bottle out of her pussy after giving it a couple of shoves. He lay the bottle on the bed, then picked it up and held it to Maeve so she could lick the neck. He settled himself into her pussy, waited for a few moments.

He fucked her, feeling the dried and drying come on her body. When the bottle was clean, he kissed her, laid the bottle to the side. He fucked her until he felt as if he were about to come. He pulled out, rose to his knees, and crawled upward. He jacked off, aiming for her mouth, missing just a little, covering her chin and neck also. He sat back and shut his eyes, feeling her under him. He could hear her swallow.

Johnny stretched out alongside her and they kissed. "Feeling better?"

Maeve smiled. "Thank you."

Johnny got off the bed.

"Johnny. Where are you going?"

"To pour coffee. Gloria is in our bed, I told her I'd be back."

"Johnny?"

Johnny picked up the two cups of coffee and left.

"Johnny?"

Johnny returned with Gloria, each holding their cups. "Gloria said she wanted to taste my come. I suggested off you."

Maeve smiled.

Gloria climbed onto the bed, picked up the bottle and put it back in Maeve's pussy. She bent and they kissed. Gloria licked Maeve's face, her chin and neck. She licked her breasts, then licked her pussy while she fucked Maeve with the bottle.

Johnny watched, he set the cups of coffee on the table, walked back to the bed.

He climbed onto the bed, knelt over Maeve's face. "You'll hold this for her, won't you?"

Maeve opened her eyes, she smiled, then opened her mouth wide for him.

Johnny, Maeve and Gloria relaxed in Johnny's bedroom. Johnny had made breakfast while Gloria and Maeve showered. Johnny finished his coffee, handed his cup and saucer to Gloria to put on the bedstand.

"Gloria had an event at the motel yesterday, Maeve."

Maeve leaned forward to look at Gloria on the other side of Johnny.

"The owner tried to fuck my ass, even after I said no. I kicked him you know where, and left. Bob was having hysterics, he thought the whole thing was funny."

Maeve nodded. "We're not going back."

"I'm not," Gloria said. "What I did was find a hotel downtown, took a room for three days. I did some shopping to create a wardrobe. I got in the Yacht Club. Only three men, but seventy dollars each."

Maeve nodded as Gloria talked, grinning. "Good. That's a good start."

"I have two appointments for today, already."

"There are limits, but it's a good start."

Johnny touched Maeve's leg. "In Jacksonville, a bartender gave me a name and a number. I called it, a woman arrived at my hotel room door in thirty minutes."

Maeve rolled her eyes to Gloria. "He doesn't get enough already?"

"I was trying to find Darlene."

"So you asked questions, sent her on her way." Maeve paused. "Do you believe that, Gloria?"

"I had to, otherwise she wouldn't have helped me."

Maeve got out of bed. "We should get going, Gloria has appointments."

"That how you met Gladys, Johnny?" Gloria asked.

Maeve eyed her. "You're not asking that seriously. Of course that's how he met her." She asked Johnny, "She any good?"

Johnny stood, brushed past Gloria to his clothes. "She wasn't happy doing it, but she knows her stuff." Johnny drew on his shorts. "I've offered her one hundred dollars a week to be an office girl, answer the phone, things like that."

Maeve nodded. "That's another good start. Do you think Winifred is up to babysitting? Pay her twenty dollars a day. Teach her how to drive. Three girls available at any time would make things easier."

Johnny buttoned his shirt. "Why do I feel like I'll be made to work harder?"

Gloria brushed her hair, she grinned at Maeve. "He's forgetting the office girl."

Maeve stepped into her heels. "I'll talk with Gladys." She patted her dress into place. "Ready? I'll be glad when I'm married. That will mean Johnny's roving days are over."

Johnny stared at her. "Last night you fucked how many men? Sixty?"

Maeve waited at the door. "More. Alex needed gas. But they fucked me so it's not the same."

Gloria picked up her purse. "Ready. Johnny, need any help with your tie?"

"Besides," Maeve said. "I was thinking of you. At least most of the time. Lately I've been having the most remarkable fantasies involving dogs. Shall we wait out at the car for him, Gloria? I have to admit a handsome young Scottie has occupied an unusual number of my thoughts." She left the room; Gloria followed.

Johnny heard Gloria ask Maeve, "Are dogs better than men? I've been considering buying a pet."

Johnny shook his head and grinned. He was glad that Maeve was over her moroseness. He followed them to his car a few minutes later.

Gloria parked her car near the hotel and went to her room. She changed into her little sailor boy costume; that's what she called it. She could tell when she walked down the street or into the Club, that men had no such confusion. She was obviously a girl to them.

She checked herself in the mirror. Red and white stripes today. The same breast enhancing effect. She picked up her straw hat, bag and sunglasses and left her room. Her first appointment wasn't until one. She felt more self-assured today, she knew she'd do better than yesterday.

Maeve and Gladys talked in Maeve's red Thunderbird as Maeve drove. She had four stops to make today, florist, caterer, printer and department store, before going to Johnny's to prepare for the wedding. Invitations, hand delivered, went out today. Everybody knew about the wedding. Invitations were for place and time.

After the printer, when they were back in the car, Maeve asked Gladys, "Interested in just the phone stuff?"

Gladys settled in her seat. "Pretty much. I drank when I hooked. Only then, but I'm happier not."

"Except in special cases." Maeve glanced at her.

"I don't believe in celibacy, mam."

"Maeve."

"Maeve, mam."

"It's all right if you like Johnny."

"Thanks, Maeve." Gladys grinned. "I was told last night about the importance of sharing. Winifred was told, too."

Maeve smiled at her. "I've had to realize that myself this week. It isn't easy for me." She parked at the department store. "You can stay at Kitty's or use Gloria's place. We have a car you can borrow. Old, dependable. You'll work at Johnny's for now."

Gladys gave a nod. "Thanks."

"You'll want to keep Walter, your son, away from Johnny's. Kitty's or Gloria's place would be best."

Gladys nodded.

"What are your feelings about Winifred."

"I like the girl. I'm not sure I'd trust the girl."

Maeve gave a nod as she watched the road.

Gladys continued. "I like her and trust her a whole lot more than Darlene." She paused. "Darlene may turn out to be a good kid in the end."

"Mark goes to school next year. We're keeping the girls out till then. It's up to you about Walter. Gloria was a school teacher."

"Gloria is good." Gladys emphasized the word. "I'd let her teach my kid."

"We're lucky."

"Kitty says you're rich."

Maeve nodded.

"Why do you do this?"

Maeve turned to her at the stoplight. "That's a good question. I think I'd go crazy if I didn't."

"Okay."

"But not you. You could give it up?"

"I don't know. Being a whore sticks to you like a shadow. I might find I didn't like it if I was too far away from it."

Maeve nodded. "We'll get along. At the department store I want you to try on some clothes. Just take a few minutes."

"Maeve nothing will make me as pretty as you."

"Gladys, you haven't looked in a mirror lately. Do something for your hair, not today, not enough time for that. Change the cut and color of your clothes, I think you'll be more than just the office girl for Johnny."

Gladys smiled. "Thank you." She paused. "Yesterday, when I had the poor girl naked so she could be in some decent clothes she looked so frail, so pale. Her body, not just her face is covered with bruises."

Maeve nodded, thinking about the welts on her ass and legs. Where is the line where mine are good and hers are bad?

Kitty cleaned house while the kids worked on their masterpieces. Earlier this morning the telephone had finally been installed in the kitchen. Cleaning to her meant picking up and washing breakfast dishes. Mark kept his room clean; it was time for the girls to do the same. When she was finished she relaxed on the back porch with a pad and pencil. She worked out a schedule for house chores, where everyone took a turn. She then made a new list. She wondered if Mark would like bunk beds. She definitely needed towels. After a flurry of writing, she relaxed. The yard needed work, she wondered if a neighbor's son would be interested. She needed books in the house. She was finding herself with time on her hands. Perhaps Gloria would be able to bring over some of hers. All Mark could talk about was the library and ducks. She'd meet Gloria there tomorrow. Kitty wrote her new telephone number on sheets of paper to give everyone.

She heard squabbling, carried her pad, pencil and coffee cup into the house. Winifred and Darlene were at it again. She stood and watched. When Winifred noticed her she became quiet, Darlene immediately afterwards. Kitty left them, sat on the couch in the living room, relaxed with her eyes shut. Later this afternoon she would take them to the beach. It was too cold to swim, but that didn't matter. There was a Greek place, maybe dinner. She'd call Maeve at Johnny's.

Johnny watched the traffic through the diner plate glass window while he thought. Steve sat down opposite, placed his hat on the table and waited quietly for his coffee. After the waitress poured his cup he pulled Johnny's Wall Street Journal to him, picked it up and tried to read.

Johnny put his cup down, turned to Steve. "Thanks."

"I can see your problem," Steve said. He folded the paper, placed it on the table.

Johnny smiled. "I'm a number person, but not that much of a number person." He paused. "Want to go out to Kitty's in a bit? Darlene's there."

Steve pushed his cup around in the saucer. "Your message said you had her."

"Her and . . ." Johnny smiled. "You've seen Winifred, you have an idea in your mind how her older sister would look. Tall, beautiful, maybe red hair, maybe blonde. Nicely built. Age would have brought sophistication, but the girl hasn't lost her charm. Winifred's way of looking at you as if you were the only person in the world, her way of moving that lets you know you are the only person in the room. Kind of scary, you know, as if she'd discovered all the secrets of your life, your innermost desires, your needs, and were completely able to fulfill all your . . ." Johnny smiled. "I don't need to tell you, do I?"

"How's Kitty?"

"She'll be there."

Steve gave a nod as he looked out the window.

"She'll take Mark and Walter while we talk."

Steve nodded. "Gloria?"

"At work today."

Steve sipped his coffee. Johnny looked out the window and smiled.

"You've opened Pandora's box, haven't you? Stuff keeps on popping out. Winifred. Gloria, Kitty. Wait until you meet Darlene."

Steve nodded. "I keep on thinking about what was done to those girls." He looked at Johnny. "How do you do what you do?"

Johnny sat back in his seat, then sat forward, talking softly. "My girls are adults, I wasn't involved in what was done to those kids. Understand that? People drove up and down Center while those kids were standing there. The good, fine upstanding people of this town averted their eyes. The less good, though not evil — If those kids ran into evil they wouldn't be here now. Understand? — The less good did the things you imagine. It took the despised, a whore and her pimp to take them off the street. The mayor didn't do it. The chief of police didn't do it. None of the lawyers, doctors or businessmen did it. The garden club ladies didn't do it. They are cared for by prostitutes. Their care is paid for by . . . You can imagine what my girls do, can't you?" Johnny sat back in his seat.

Steve nodded.

Johnny leaned forward. He spoke softly. "Tuesday I picked up Darlene on the street in Jacksonville. You can't imagine what she looked like. How she was dressed. How she attracted the eyes of those driving by. I gave her a twenty and you could tell I was paying her too much by the way she grabbed it. I took her to a seedy hotel, upstairs to a by-the-hour room. I watched her undress. Blouse, skirt, broken pumps, that's all. She climbed onto the bed and waited for me there. When you see her you'll be able to imagine better what I saw. Pale skin, bruises on her face and body, some old and fading, some fresh . . ."

Steve's cup clattered. "No more."

"That's all, Steve. I had to get her into the room, be sure it was her. After that she dressed, a lady friend watched her that night at The Mayflower. I brought her back yesterday. The lady friend and Darlene bought new clothes yesterday so she'd have something decent. She's with her sisters. No one is touching her." Johnny looked at his empty cup, sat back. He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and slid it across the table.

Steve looked at it, stared at Johnny.

"A bargain, won't you agree? Do you have any idea how many men my girls had to . . . Thanks Mil, no. We'll be going shortly." Johnny turned to Steve. "Ready?" Johnny asked.

Steve finished his coffee, stood, picking up his hat.

Johnny stood. He left two bills for Mil, left another at the register. At the door, Johnny said, "You'll be nice to Kitty, won't you?" He held the door for Steve. "Maeve wanted me to be sure to invite you to our wedding, half past six this Saturday, Lakefront Park." They walked to their cars. "Steve, I've never seen you wear that hat. Why do you carry it?"

Steve opened his car door, grinned at Johnny.

Gloria ate lunch at a café that specialized in fruit, juices and healthy meals. All of the clientele was elderly; almost all of downtown was older, except in the department store. Two this morning. Two scheduled for this afternoon. Three, if that elderly gentleman did more than stare.

Maeve watched Gladys work. Gladys was efficient, careful, and cheerful, though she could become hard-boiled. Maeve liked someone who snapped back. The new dress looked good on her but Gladys still needed to do something with her hair.

Maeve stacked the addressed envelopes in piles. Some she would deliver, some Johnny would deliver. Most would be handed out today and tonight. Maeve stood up, "Back in a moment," and walked to Johnny's third bedroom. It had never been used for anything other than storage. Their clothes, Johnny had a large closet but not large enough for three women. Take out the clutter. An extra telephone line. A desk. Chairs. File cabinets. She walked back to the dining room. That would work for now. An office in town would be better. She hoped that business would intrude less and less in Johnny's and her lives. Up to four girls now in one month, though one wasn't working. She smiled. Johnny knew how to pick them.

Kitty, Mark and Walter left to do errands while Steve and Johnny talked to the girls. Steve and Kitty had been uncomfortable at first. Johnny enjoyed the look on Steve's face when he met Darlene. For a cop, Johnny thought, he has an awfully active imagination. Winifred was gracious, not just sweet, but gracious; a contrast to Darlene.

Johnny came back to the living room after seeing Kitty off. Steve and the girls sat quietly. Darlene stared at Steve; the others watched Johnny sit. It was a way of watching that made him feel naked.

"Fancy, Mary and Winifred have met Steve before. He's a police detective and friend . . ."

"A fucking cop." Darlene stood, was almost out of the room when Johnny caught her.

"Sit," he said.

"Shit." She threw herself back onto the couch and glared.

"Steve is a detective and friend who is helping us."

Darlene sat tapping her foot loudly.

Johnny smiled at Steve. "Mack said they were nothing but trouble. I think he was confusing all for one." He smiled at Winifred. "Please convince your sister to act decorously. If you can't, I will." Johnny sat back in his seat. "One of my girls had been acting up so last night I had to beat her. Twenty strokes with a bamboo rod." He held up his little finger. "About that size." He paused. "Each stroke was a home run." He looked at Steve. "If this disturbs you, you can leave until I'm done." He turned to Darlene. "When I was finished with her, I dumped her naked, tied up, into the back seat of my Buick and handed her over to two of my men. The night was young." He smiled. "When they were done, they left her at my place, naked, tied up, a bit worse for wear, a stack of money next to her." Johnny leaned forward. "Her attitude has vastly improved. Darlene, Steve is a pushover until you open your nasty mouth and begin using foul language. I'm easy until I'm angry. I really don't think you want to be humiliated in front of Kitty, Steve, Mark and Walter for hours and hours. If I'm wrong, let me know." He turned to Steve. "It's your show."

Darlene kicked the couch with her heel.

Steve asked the girls questions and got nothing. None of them answered a question, even about things they'd talked about before. Darlene's heel against the couch was a constant undercurrent.

Johnny stood. "Shut your eyes, Steve." He walked to Darlene, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up off the couch. He dragged her out of the room. "One word," Johnny said softly, "one word and it happens right here."

At the doorway, Johnny said over his shoulder. "You can open them, Steve. Darlene is going for a ride with me." He said sharply, "I hope you girls change your tune, start telling the truth. At this point, Steve may be thinking the only thing you're good for is catfish bait." Johnny shook Darlene's arm. "You move and you ride in the trunk, stripped and tied." He left her and sat next to Winifred. He whispered into her ear. "Steve's sweet on you. Don't ruin it." He stood, walked out of the room giving Steve a wink, grabbed Darlene and left Kitty's house.

Johnny drove Darlene to his house. She was quiet, didn't speak to him or bang her head on the window. Of that, he was glad. He was also glad that she didn't start screaming bloody murder at a stoplight. It was as if she didn't realize how vulnerable he was with her in the car, bruises on her body. She could say anything and he'd be in jail like that. In his head Johnny could hear the bars clang. She could say anything; Johnny gave a soft laugh. When she talks she sounds like a drunk, cheap whore.

Johnny parked in his drive, escorted Darlene inside. He took her through the door to the garage, made her face the wall with the photos, nose plastered against somebody's pussy.

He found Maeve and Gladys in the dining room. Maeve looked up and smiled at him. "You're early."

Johnny sat in a chair. "Hello, Gladys." He turned to Maeve. "I ran into a snag with the girls." Gladys grinned. "Darlene. She was being a pain in the ass so I brought her here, for you to talk to."

Maeve nodded, she looked at Gladys then at Johnny. She stood. "All right."

"She's in the garage."

"Need me?" Gladys asked.

"We'll see," Johnny said. He stood and walked to the garage with Maeve. "I want to show her stuff. Follow my lead, then take off with it when you're ready." He stopped her, pushed her against the wall. "I need tears, Maeve."

Maeve began to work her face.

"Good." Johnny took her arm, directed her into the garage.

Johnny shook her arm once inside. "Stand over by the bed."

Johnny walked to Darlene. "You, turn around. Press yourself against that wall. You move an inch and you are in for it."

Johnny walked to Maeve. "Slut." He spat. He jerked on the front of her dress so buttons flew. "Strip."

Maeve stepped out of her dress. Her crying grew louder.

"Turn around and bend over."

As Maeve turned, Johnny picked up the bamboo rod from the bed. He stroked her flank with it as she bent. "Hands on the bed." Maeve leaned onto the bed.

"Was that fast enough?"

Maeve shook her head. "I'm sorry, Johnny."

"Shit." Johnny whipped the switch through the air so it whistled and landed it on the bed next to Maeve. She and the covers jumped.

Johnny carried the switch to Darlene, used it to trace the line of her jaw, and then dropped the point toward the floor. "Go on, get a closer look."

Darlene stared at Johnny, walked toward Maeve while keeping her eyes on him. She stood behind Maeve.

"Go on, touch her."

Maeve jumped when Darlene touched a welt.

"Ask her if it hurt."

Johnny couldn't hear Darlene speak or Maeve's answer. Darlene gave him a quick glance. She'd lost her smirk as soon as Maeve came in, now her lower lip trembled.

Johnny walked to Darlene. "Here, hold this," he gave her the switch. "Neither of you move. I'm going to get a beer." Johnny left the garage.

He sat in a chair opposite Gladys with a beer. "How are things going?" He took a drink. "Boy, I hate being a meanie."

"I like it here."

"Good." Johnny set the bottle on the table. "Maeve's wonderful, isn't she?"

Gladys gave Johnny a smile.

"She'll get you set up. You need anything, let her or me know. Do you need to talk with anyone in Jacksonville? Get anything?"

She shook her head. "Don't have anything worth going back for." She grinned. "Darlene's a firecracker, isn't she?"

Johnny smiled. "I could fall for her hard."

"She'd leave you in the dust. She has her sights set on something else."

"Not someone?"

"An idea. Something she wants to do."

"You find out, you'll tell me?"

"You might not like it."

"Might not. That's okay." Johnny stood. "I'll grab some of those invitations before I leave. Would you be able to sit the kids tonight?"

"Sure. Good luck."

"I'm looking forward to seeing Darlene's face when she sees I'm marrying Maeve Saturday." Johnny went back to the garage.

Neither of them had moved. Maeve talked softly between sniffs. Darlene listened.

"Done?" Johnny asked.

Maeve nodded.

"Good. Darlene, lay the rod on the bed. Then I want you to leave. You'll close the door then lean your head against it and wait. I want you to press your forehead against the door as hard as you can. When I open that door you'd better fall forward."

Johnny waited until she closed the door behind her. Maeve began to stand; Johnny stopped her. "Who said you could stand?"

"Johnny, that was a new dress."

"Get another."

Johnny stood behind her and dropped his pants. "Let her know you like it."

Maeve moaned softly as he fucked her.

"Louder."

She laughed, then moaned louder, began to scream in pleasure.

"Good girl."

"Johnny, you really are beginning to sound like a pimp."

"Tell me how you like it."

"She's just a kid."

Johnny stepped thrusting.

"Oh Johnny, please fuck me." She whispered, "Like that?"

"Perfect."

"Oh god, Johnny, fuck my ass. That's it. Fuck my ass. I'll be good, Johnny. I promise I'll be good for you." She screamed.

"You're doing good, Maeve."

"You bastard, Johnny." She spoke between pants. "That was for real."

Johnny held her as he came. He stood motionless. "I love you, Maeve."

"I love you, Johnny."

He drew out of her, wiped himself off with his handkerchief, and threw it onto the floor. He fastened his pants. "I'll see you tonight," he said softly. "Stay that way so she can see you."

Maeve nodded.

Johnny opened the door; Darlene fell forward so he had to catch her. She saw Maeve bent over the bed. Johnny pulled her through the door and made her stand by the front door. Johnny went into the dining room, picked up a stack of invitations and winked at Gladys.

"Bye," she said, not looking up.

Johnny and Darlene drove off. Maeve walked into the dining room carrying her dress. "That bastard," she said. "This was a brand new dress."

Gladys grinned at her. "You didn't sound angry at him earlier."

Maeve smiled, shook her head. "Still, he's a bastard."

"At least he noticed the dress."

Maeve sat beside Gladys, put her hand on Gladys'. "You have it bad, don't you?"

"I always fall for pimps."

"He'll see that dress when you're standing. I'm sure he will."

Gladys grinned, "He may notice, but you're the girl he's going to tear the dress off, sweetie."

"Men," Maeve said. "He's such a bastard."

"Men," Gladys said. "Something else you want me to do?"

Maeve studied her for a moment then stood. "In a second. I'll be back."

Johnny entered Kitty's with Darlene following quietly behind. He had her wait in the foyer while he searched for Steve and the girls. He found them in the dining room, Steve with an empty plate in front of him.

"Watch out, Steve, they're domesticating you." Johnny joined him. "Darlene is in the foyer ready to talk with you."

Steve nodded; his eyes followed Winifred as she cleared the rest of the dishes from the table.

"Get anything?"

Steve nodded.

"Not saying much, are you?" Johnny stood and went into the kitchen. He made sandwiches for Darlene and himself. He put them on plates, carried them into the dining room. He put one plate in front of Steve. "For Darlene."

Steve stood, he picked up the plate.

"Why don't you use their room. I'll talk to the girls here. Oh. And Steve. Darlene hasn't been checked out by the doctor yet, so I'd be cautious. In case you're wondering though, Winifred's clean." Johnny smiled. He took a bite out of his sandwich.

When he was finished chewing, he had the girls sit and talk. He listened.

Kitty, Walter and Mark came back, were sent away. The second time they came back, Steve had left. While the kids were preparing their art show, Johnny and Kitty talked. Everyone would meet at the Greek restaurant for dinner, then Johnny, Maeve, Gloria and Kitty were going out.

Johnny relaxed as Kitty left, then came back.

"They're doing okay." Kitty sat back in her chair.

"I hope so. I think I scared Darlene."

Kitty smiled. "I'm not sure scare is the right word. She's grilling the girls about you."

"She's not causing problems for Mark, is she?"

"Not really. Mark is very innocent. He hears things and they don't stick."

"Steve's checking on the stuff the girls told him. He's head over heels for Winifred."

"He's fascinated but I'm not entirely sure it's healthy."

Johnny nodded. "He's been thinking too much on certain topics."

"So," Kitty said, "I get to go out, too?"

Gladys said she'd love to sit tonight." Johnny grinned. "Back to Steve."

Kitty stood. "I need to use the little girls'"

"Hoping I'll forget Steve?"

"Yes." Kitty sat down.

"Okay." Johnny grinned. "That was easy."

"Don't I get an invitation? I noticed them on the seat of your car."

"Tomorrow, you and the girls."

"Okay." Kitty grinned. "See, I'm easy."

"You're easy, circumstances aren't. I wish the kids weren't here."

"I'm glad they are."

"Okay." Johnny grinned. "I'm glad they are, also. But this going from no girlfriend to three, no kids to five has made me dizzy."

"You're forgetting Gladys and Walter."

Johnny slapped his head. "So I am."

Gloria finished the day with three hundred fifty and one appointment for the morning. She felt good with the way things were going. So far, two of the men looked like they would want her at least once a week. She felt like she was appreciated. She left her dress in the closet, changed out of her swimsuit into the jeans and top. She decided she liked the blue and white one better. Her tops all had narrow stripes. She wondered how wide stripes would look. She knotted a scarf around her neck. With her sunglasses and straw bag she looked like the perfect tourist, perhaps a well-to-do divorcee from Boston stretching her wings. She checked the room, turned out the light and shut the door.

As she got into the Rambler, well, she thought, maybe not so well-to-do. She wondered what the boys had in mind for her tonight. She remembered early this morning, walking up and hearing noises. She located the source in the garage; Maeve tied up, Alex giving her one last fuck. Gloria watched for just a minute, closed the door quietly and went back to Johnny's bed. She wondered how he couldn't help but hear them.

She started the car, drove to Johnny's.

After dinner, Johnny couldn't imagine what they thought, one man, four beautiful, young women, six kids. Johnny and Kitty rode in the Impala back to his house. Maeve followed in her Thunderbird and Gloria in her Rambler. Gladys had the Buick, which was almost big enough for her and the kids, parked at Kitty's. She looked happy. He'd commented on her dress, she had glanced quickly to Maeve and then thanked him. He wondered if he wasn't going to start having problems with her. He didn't wonder too hard.

Johnny remembered Winifred and Darlene sitting across from him, how they fought for those seats. Both seemed determined to see who could stare at him the longest. What with Gloria whispering in his ear, what with all that, he couldn't remember what they'd eaten or talked about.

Johnny felt Kitty's hand in his crotch.

He stopped at the light and let out his breath.

At his house, while Gloria called Al and his friends, Johnny supervised Kitty's and Maeve's undressing. They had to wait while he fished in the box under the counter for rope and blindfolds. He turned around and found Kitty bent over, hands on the bed while Maeve drew on her ass. Johnny walked over and stood behind them, the lengths of rope in his hands spilling over, blindfolds, sashes of black cloth, on top. He smiled, waited until Maeve was done, then said, "Stay there."

He dropped the stuff on the floor. He picked a blindfold out and put it on Maeve. He then made her put her hands behind her back. He tied her, then stood. He made Kitty kneel at the edge of the bed. He blindfolded her, tied her hands behind her back, and then made her stand.

"Turn around."

Kitty turned, swayed for a second.

"Maeve, crawl forward." Johnny put his hand behind Maeve's head and directed her to Kitty's pussy. "You know what to do."

Johnny knelt behind Maeve and felt her pussy while she licked Kitty's. "Do you think Kitty should shave?"

Maeve shook her head.

"You don't mind getting hairs in your mouth?"

Maeve shook her head.

Kitty was slowly dancing, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

"Kitty, Gloria is doing the hotel tomorrow morning, you'll be with the kids. Maeve will need them to be dressed properly for the wedding. You will need to get a dress for yourself. She'll tell you, won't you, Maeve?"

Maeve said, "This is a terrible time for business, Johnny." She went back to what she was doing.

Johnny rubbed her ass, then returned to fingering Maeve's pussy.

Gloria rode in front with Johnny; she'd helped him put Kitty and Maeve in the Impala's trunk.

"I like that top," Johnny said.

"It looks nice, doesn't it?" Gloria put her hand on his leg. "I did three hundred fifty today. Partly because of the top, partly because of the swimsuit I have. I have one appointment for tomorrow morning."

"Kitty or Maeve could do that, too, couldn't they?"

Gloria thought. "I think what you want is regulars at this spot, not a lot of traffic. But you could do the same thing at other places, all at the same time. A little here, a little there."

"Sorry to have the diminished numbers?"

Gloria leaned against him, squeezed his crotch. "I'm happy."

At the stoplight they kissed. "I have a nautical adventure for you tomorrow. At eight at the port. From eight to eleven, one ship; from twelve to three, another, same dock. Maeve needs you Saturday for the wedding, otherwise it would be more nautical."

Gloria squeezed his crotch. "Is that a police car behind us?"

"No."

She dropped down, unzipped his pants.

"We're almost there."

"Just checking to see if Kitty left any."

"You're mine tonight, okay?"

"Okay."

"To do with as I want. Okay?"

Gloria let his cock slip out of her mouth. "Okay. Anything you want." She bobbed on him.

"Anything, anyone, anywhere?"

She held him as she talked. "Sure." She put him back in her mouth.

"Kiddo, that feels great, but we're there. You have to stop."

She held his cock and looked up. "Awww. You're sure?"

"I'm sure. We're dropping these two off, then you and I are going to the beach."

Gloria stared at his cock. "You're sure?"

"Tuck him back in, help me think good thoughts."

"Tuck, tuck, tuck," Gloria said, patting his cock.

"You go tell them we're here. I'll tuck myself in."

Gloria sat up in the seat and grinned at him. "The beach is so romantic at night."

"Off with you. I'll wait here."

Gloria left the car, blew him a kiss and walked down the alley. Johnny watched her in the rearview mirror. She turned a corner, disappeared from sight. He tucked himself in, waited. He wondered what Kitty and Maeve were up to in the trunk.

Johnny heard feet crunching on the gravel, looked into the rearview mirror. He saw several men and Gloria approach the car. What he saw were silhouettes, dark forms. The sun was down; the alley had few lights. The moon wasn't up yet. He held his keys out the car window.

The keys were taken and the trunk was opened. Johnny could hear voices as Maeve and Kitty got out, were held. The keys were put back in his hand. He put them into the ignition as the trunk was shut. He saw Gloria kiss Maeve first, fondle her, and then hug her. Gloria and Kitty kissed; Gloria did something that made the men laugh. Gloria stood as Maeve and Kitty were walked down the alley to a doorway. The door opened, all four went in. Gloria sat next to Johnny.

"They're off."

"They're off." Johnny started his car and drove to the beach.

Blindfolded, Kitty felt Maeve next to her. Maeve's bare skin felt soft and warm. The men's clothes were rougher. Kitty smelled an aftershave she thought she could remember. She bumped against a wall; the hand on her arm guided her a few steps further, then made her stand still. The hand left her arm, pressed down on her shoulder. Kitty knelt, could feel Maeve kneel next to her.

Kitty heard metal, zippers, the rustle of cloth, and then felt a hand grab the hair on the top of her head. She felt a cock press against her lips. She opened her mouth. The cock filled her as it fucked in and out.

Kitty could hear Maeve gagging, then making audible swallowing sounds. The cock in her mouth came a minute later. Her head was jerked back and most of the come squirted on her chin, then her nose. The cock entered her mouth again and she sucked on it until it slid out, soft.

The hand holding her hair remained, gripping tighter as a voice said, "Lick it off."

Kitty felt Maeve's face brush hers, then Maeve's tongue drag across her skin. Kitty felt Maeve's tongue caress her chin, cheek and mouth. The tip ringed her nostrils. Kitty's head was jerked back, her hair was let go and she was made to stand.

Kitty listened for Maeve, heard Maeve gasp, heard Maeve's body softly hit the wall. Kitty heard wet sounds, Maeve moan then abruptly stop. She felt fingers press against her mouth; she tasted Maeve on them.

The hand took her shoulder, led her further down the hall into a larger room. She could tell that by sound. She was made to walk a few steps, then stop. She could hear Maeve and the other walk past, into the room. Kitty could hear voices, not many. The hand pressed her to her knees again and she waited.

After a moment her hands were untied, she was made to be on her hands and knees. She still had scabs from last Saturday night. She was on a beach towel which lay on a softer surface, not a hard floor.

Kitty listened to her breathing, calm, in and out. She could hear in the center of the room voices, excitedly talking. She felt fingers behind her head; the blindfold was untied, drawn off her. She felt a finger probe her pussy, she was still tender from two nights ago, but not too tender. She leaned into the finger. The finger left her and she felt a cock enter. She opened her eyes, several men stood around her, watching. She couldn't see their faces, just their feet, legs and stomachs.

She moved into the cock fucking her. She shook her head, felt her hair around her ears. It's started, she thought.

Gloria lay on the blanket with Johnny. He was still dressed; she'd left her clothes back at the car. She could feel the night breeze on her arm hairs, Johnny's arm and hand around her shoulder. A finger on his other hand stroked her breast, the side, around the nipple, the side.

He hadn't wanted her to suck him off in the car coming out. She kept him hard, talked about her week with Michael, Alex and Charles. Now they lay quietly on the beach. She wondered what it was like for Kitty and Maeve.

"Think it's too cold to swim?"

"Probably."

"Too bad."

She nodded slowly.

"I'm getting up."

Gloria lifted her head off his shoulder, laid it against the blanket on the sand. His hands left her. Johnny stood above her. He undressed, then fell beside her. They kissed.

"First one's for you."

"Second?"

"Kitty."

"Third?

"Maeve."

"Fourth?"

Johnny climbed on top of her. He felt her body, her chest, side and hip. He felt her breast, stomach and pussy. He felt her shoulder, neck and jaw. "You're mine tonight. All the ones after three are mine. Whether I do them or someone, some others, do them." Johnny's cock slowly entered her. She raised her pussy to meet him. He fucked her slowly.

"Eight?"

"Mine."

"Twenty-nine?"

"Mine."

"Forty-two?"

"Mine."

"Okay," Gloria said. She twisted her hips, squeezed him. She relaxed and felt him in her.

Johnny kissed her, picked up his tempo.

Gloria let out a cry. A moment later she thought, this is just the first one.

Maeve grinned at crazy Alex and his camera. "I hear you have some pictures I should see."

"Gloria and Kitty liked them."

"Being an artist explains some of your more outré foibles, Alex."

"Ever been covered with syrup?" Alex put down his camera, held his cock over her face.

Maeve shook her head; she opened her mouth wide. Her body moved as the man at her pussy fucked her, spreading her legs wide with his hands which hurt a little.

"Could I do that sometime and take pictures?" Alex's hand moved quickly on his cock.

Maeve nodded, just a little, the best she could do with his knees on her hair.

"Could I pour syrup on you, then have me and my friends jerk off on you?"

Maeve nodded. "You could . . ." She tried to catch his come as he shot on her. He held his cock in her mouth, then pulled out. She swallowed, licked her lips. "You could fuck me, too."

Alex nodded, picked up his camera.

"I'd want you and your friends to fuck me, too, Alex." She grinned. He shot several pictures, then put his camera back down. He was hard again. She grinned and opened her mouth. She wondered how many times he could do it. She'd never been able to keep count.

Gloria sat next to Johnny in the Impala. Her head rested on his shoulder, she was naked and her hands were tied with her scarf. She wasn't sure about the tying and other stuff. So far, this was okay, even all right. Johnny knew she'd let him know if he went too far. She hoped he knew that if she said something, he'd have to stop.

At the stoplight, Johnny rubbed her thigh, brushed his hand across her pussy.

She liked the way her body looked at night in the car like this. Naked, lights moving across it quickly followed by shadows. Neon lights colored her skin.

Johnny stopped the car and stepped out. He shut his door, walked around to hers and helped her out. He held her arm as she walked across the gravel, making her stop in front of a closed door.

"Kneel here and shut your eyes, but first a kiss."

She held her mouth to his, they kissed, her tongue dancing around his, touching his lips, darting playfully back into her mouth to be followed by his tongue. Johnny hugged her, then made her kneel.

"Shut your eyes. Someone will get you in a few minutes."

She heard him walk away. She thought about how she looked in the alley naked, on her knees, waiting. She was a little frightened, mostly of discovery. What if? she thought. The what ifs multiplied and her heart beat faster. She was nervous and frightened.

Johnny walked into the front door of Joe's tavern. He walked over to Sam at the bar. "I have a new girl, she's waiting at the back door. Go on and let her in. I'll take over." Johnny went behind the bar. "Take your time. You'll like her." Sam walked away, wiping his hands on his apron. "Sam."

Sam stopped and turned. "When you're done with her, put her beside Kitty, side by side, touching. Tell her to open her eyes, then."

Sam gave a quick smile, turned and left.

Johnny looked the bar over. He wondered which one was draft. He guessed it didn't matter.

Kitty saw Gloria brought to her, untied, then made to kneel. Gloria was made to go down onto her hands; her body was pushed so it touched Kitty's. She heard Sam say, "Open your eyes," then leave.

Kitty smiled at Gloria, the best she cold with a cock in her mouth. She tried to pull away; a hand held her head so she couldn't.

Gloria rubbed her shoulder against Kitty's, then Kitty saw Gloria's face change as a cock entered her pussy. Gloria turned and grinned at her. Kitty could feel both their bodies moving as skin touched skin.

Kitty didn't know how long after that the man fucking her stopped, her mouth was free and a hand took her arm and raised her to her knees. She saw Johnny. She grinned. She knew Alex was around, she'd seen the camera flashes. So far, he'd left her alone so her eyes weren't caked.

Kitty looked at Gloria, who looked so beautiful. Her body moved so gracefully; her head hung down and the vertebrae in her spine pressed against the skin at her shoulders and neck. Kitty looked at Johnny.

"Can you stand?"

She nodded and he helped her up. They stood still for a moment. His hand helped her as they walked out a door into a dark hallway.

"We're going to the beach. Do you like that?"

Kitty smiled. "Thirsty."

Johnny kissed her. "I know you are. Beer or wine in the car. Water, too."

"I'm going swimming. I don't care how cold it is."

Johnny opened the door at the end of the hall. "I'm joining you."

"Johnny, you don't care that I'm not a virgin?"

Johnny helped her into the car. He went around and got in the driver's side. "Of course not."

"Drove Steve crazy."

Johnny nodded. He started the car. He drove down the alley, then turned.

"I'm glad." Kitty lay down in the seat and dozed, her head in his lap.

Maeve took a break. She went to the bathroom, washed off. Michael leaned against the bathroom wall once she could see. She grinned at him. "Thanks."

He stood up. "Gloria's here. Want to see her?"

Maeve held onto the sink, nodded. "In a minute."

"Want to sit down?"

She shook her head. "Sore."

Michael was silent for a moment. "Pussy sore or ass sore."

"Pussy." Maeve grinned.

"Okay. I'll tell everyone just to use your ass. That all right?" He paused. "You can stop anytime you want. I'll take you to Johnny's"

"My ass." Maeve stood straight. "There." She stepped to Michael and they kissed. "I want to be with Gloria. Have the KY?"

"I'll get it for you."

Maeve walked back to the sink, turned on the tap, and scooped several handfuls to drink. She turned off the water. "All right."

Michael held the door open for her. "You're walking funny."

Maeve said in a constricted voice, "I'm trying not to lose any before I get to Gloria." She laughed. She grinned at Michael. "Shoot, it's dripping down my legs."

Kitty and Johnny made love in the Gulf. The water was chilly, but not too cold for them. He remembered the first time with Kitty, how it felt, what it was like. He always wanted to find that moment again, kept stumbling across other moments as good or better.

Johnny dried her as she sat on the blanket afterwards. He chafed her arms and legs with the towel, wrapped her in it, and then dried himself. He handed her a new glass of wine, poured himself his first. He kissed her nose, then sat next to her, reaching his arm across her shoulder.

"Would you be able to spend the night with Maeve and me?"

Kitty smiled. "I would, dearly."

"So Steve was a . . ."

"Gentleman caller. It didn't last long. It really bothered him that I wasn't pure. It's all he could think of. If he'd been able to get over it, it would have been fun."

"Mark?"

"Steve is a nice man. He was never mean. He just was always bothered."

"Okay. I've seen that with Winifred, a little."

"Maybe she'll be different for him."

Johnny nodded. He thought for a moment. "You now, it doesn't bother me that I wasn't first tonight. It didn't bother me to watch you get fucked by men. I like watching you. Knitting or fucking. You're fun to be with."

Kitty laid her head on his shoulder.

"Though I have to admit, kissing you after Alex has come all over your face is a bit much at times."

"He does that a lot, doesn't he?" Kitty turned her head and grinned.

Johnny nodded. "It's worth it."

"He's an artist with a troubled soul and strange obsessions." They kissed. "I'm glad you think I'm worth it."

Johnny walked Kitty through the back door of Joe's Tavern. They went down the hallway, then into the bright room. They passed among the men; Johnny chatted with some while Kitty stood by him, naked, holding his hand, watching.

She watched Maeve on the floor, face to face with Gloria, Michael standing by her. She watched Maeve and Gloria kiss. She wanted to be there with them.

Eventually, Johnny took her over to Gloria and Maeve and had her kneel, the third spoke. The three women kissed, Gloria pulled away trembling and cried out. Maeve dropped to her elbows, her head hanging between her arms.

Kitty felt a cock enter her pussy, saw Gloria's grin. They kissed. Kitty fucked back, she shut her eyes and ground herself into the person behind her. When she opened her eyes, Maeve was kneeling, Johnny was beside her.

Kitty blew a kiss to Maeve, felt Johnny's hand tousle her hair as she was being fucked. Maeve stood and she and Johnny left by the back door.

Johnny parked his car in the drive. Maeve snored in the back seat. He turned off the engine, then went into the house, turning on the lights back to his bedroom. He went out to the car, woke Maeve and managed to get her inside. She was thirsty and hungry; when he came back to his bed, she was sitting, looking at one of her Vogue's.

"That was fast," Johnny said.

"I'm a slow waker."

Johnny set the tray down on the bed. "I need a kiss and then I have to go. I'm bringing Kitty back."

Maeve grinned, a cracker in her mouth.

"I have a surprise for Gloria; she won't be here tonight."

Maeve nodded as she chewed. She swallowed, then leaned toward Johnny, puckering her lips.

Johnny kissed her, stood back, watched her eat another cracker and read her Vogue propped on an elbow. She raised a hand and flicked her little finger at him.

Johnny got to Joe's a few minutes before closing. He walked slowly back to the Robin Hood Room. Most had left. He nodded at Charles at the door, went over to the girls. Both were still fucking. Kitty waved her ass in the air and wailed. She was face down on the towel; her arms sprawled in front of her.

Gloria was sucking one, or trying to — he was soft and kept falling out — as someone fucked her. Her skin was a different color from Kitty's. Paler, whiter, in spite of the freckles, softer looking. Almost as soft as Maeve, to the touch.

Johnny saw Al watching and went over to him. "Hi."

Al smiled. "Hi."

"They're beautiful, aren't they?"

Al nodded, he watched Gloria.

"You had all three?"

Al nodded.

"Which was your favorite?"

Al smiled. "Simple. Gloria."

"Like her?"

Al grinned.

"Good. She's all yours for the rest of the night."

Al watched Johnny closely.

"Take her home, take her anywhere. Do whatever you want. She doesn't like it, she'll let you know. You don't listen, you've lost her."

Al slowly nodded.

"She needs to be at my house at eight in the morning."

"I go to work at seven."

"Drop her off on the way, then." Johnny smiled at him. "We'll close this down in a few minutes and clear everyone out. Sam will come in, he's the bartender. He gets a final go on one of them. Then she's yours."

"Thank you. I . . ."

"Don't worry about it. Charles gave you your wedding invite?"

Al nodded. "I'll be there." He smiled. "Thanks."

"I want to tell her."

Al gave a nod as he watched Gloria.

Gloria rested her head down on the towel. She brushed her hair across the mat. She liked the sound. She moved her head a few inches and brushed her hair on the towel. Different sound.

Johnny knelt by her. "Sam's the last for you."

She felt Sam enter her pussy. He held her hips as he fucked her. She turned her head and looked at Johnny and smiled slowly. She ran her tongue on her lower lip, to one side, then the other. She hung her head, shut her eyes and felt Sam fuck her.

She moaned, dropped to her elbows, pushed back at him. His cock felt so big in her, warm, the center of her world. It didn't stay still. She felt Sam's strong fingers on her sides, holding her.

She rose back to her hands and slammed into him, twisted her pelvis, rolled, squeezed so hard she panted, rolled, she exploded, his hands kept her from falling forward. She heard someone cry out, felt a brightness expand from her center, take over the night. She felt tears drip from her face.

She heard someone say, "Gloria."

She nodded slowly. She was empty.

"Gloria, I've given you to Al for the night. He'll bring you to my house in the morning."

Gloria opened her eyes. She rose to her hands, then knees. She looked at Johnny.

"All of his are mine tonight." Johnny grinned at her, then he looked over his shoulder. "Better taker her home before Sam's ready for seconds."

Gloria said, "Johnny." He looked at her. "Johnny, I love you."

"Gloria," Johnny bent close and kissed her. "Gloria, I love you." He stood up.

Al took her arm. "Ready to stand?"

Gloria nodded, turned to him. "Hi, Al."

"Hi, Gloria."

She rose to her feet and leaned against him.

Johnny helped Kitty walk down the hall toward the bedroom. The light was on; Maeve was asleep, her arm across her magazine. Johnny moved the tray, pulled the magazine from under Maeve's arm.

"Johnny," Kitty said. "What are we going to do? She's sprawled across most of the bed."

Johnny smiled. "The garage."

Kitty shook her head. "She'd kill us."

"Think you can fit in?"

Kitty studied the bed. "I think so."

"Go ahead. I have to get undressed."

Kitty climbed onto a corner of the bed and curled around Maeve.

Johnny stood naked, shook his head. He walked to the lamp, turned it off, and tried to find a spot in the dark. He settled in, slipped his cock into a pussy. "That you?" he asked.

"What me?"

"I'm fucking someone, wondered if it was you."

"Not me, Johnny." She paused. "Do you think you should do that?"

Johnny paused. "Maybe I shouldn't."

"Fuck me, you bastard," Maeve growled.

Kitty laughed, hugged Maeve.

"You're next, you witch," Maeve said. She gave a soft moan.

"After you?"

"After Johnny." Maeve shuddered. "Faster, bastard."

Gladys watched television with the kids at Kitty's. There were a series of inane shows, but it was nice. She usually only had a chance to spend time with Walter one week a month, during her period, and not always then.

Walter wasn't sitting next to her, which was okay since he seemed to be having fun with Mark and Fancy. Mary had taken up with Darlene. Winifred brought more popcorn, handed out bowls and joined Gladys on the couch. Gladys liked Winifred, she liked Darlene. She thought she knew Darlene all too well. Darlene reminded Gladys of herself at that age, before she got pregnant at fifteen.

Gladys remembered the art show in Kitty's garage, enjoying it and watching the kids. She remembered the marks on Maeve's rear earlier at Johnny's, Maeve's scream of pleasure. The one belied the other. She'd never let a man do that to her. She'd always left her pimps when they started that crap.

Gladys munched her popcorn. It was fun watching Darlene's new eagerness to please Johnny and his offhand acceptance of that eagerness. Darlene would do anything for him as long as it was to her purpose. That purpose and her subtle manipulation of everyone, Fancy, Mary and Winifred, to that purpose was fascinating to watch. Winifred as the beautiful temptress put on display, Mary and Fancy naive young women and Darlene as the spoiled brat was one set of roles. They changed them constantly; they were always playing roles.

Gladys remembered Mark's schedule on the frigidaire. "Go to the library. Everyone feed the ducks on the lake." She wished she could see that. She thought this strange family was good for Walter and her.

She put her bowl on the couch between Winifred and her. She wondered if she would, could, invite Darlene to join her tonight. Darlene's bravado hid a lot of loneliness.

She remembered Maeve's pause before she went to get a new dress. She remembered Gloria's and Kitty's kiss when they saw each other. She wondered what it would be like.

She would have to remember Fancy's medicine before going to bed. She smiled at the Ipana toothpaste commercial on the television; that silly beaver. She was happy.

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Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two | Chapter Twenty-three | Chapter Twenty-four | Chapter Twenty-five
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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