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Chapter Three

Tuesday, September 23, 1958

Wilbur was pleasantly surprised when she pulled in the station at nine-thirty. He was hoping, but was by no means sure. His friends and he lounged in the dingy gas station office waiting to see if she would show up. He had told them about the crazy rich dame, but they hadn't believed him. He saw their faces when the red Thunderbird pulled up, when she waved and honked, then drove through, back onto the street. Wilbur stood up, he smiled. "I'll be back shortly," he said. As he left, he heard their excited voices.

He was waiting in the men's restroom when she came in, leaning against the tile wall, a smirk on his face. She smiled; she came up to him and ran her finger in his green uniform pocket. He saw through her opened top that she wasn't wearing a bra today. Her breasts jiggled as they moved and shifted, held only by the fabric of her ivory dress.

Maeve backed away; she hiked up her dress, turned around and faced the sink. She held on with one hand, she watched him in the mirror. The urine smell was becoming familiar.

He fucked her like before. He held her longer afterwards. Her breasts had fallen through her dress top, he pressed one back to her chest, felt her nipple between his fingers.

Finally, he stepped back, arranged himself. "There are three more waiting," he said.

Maeve nodded. She held her position.

Wilbur looked at her for a moment, saw the marks on her rear, left the rest room, and shut the door behind him. He went back into the office, hiked his thumb over his shoulder and said, "Next."

One of the guys smiled, jumped up quickly and left the room. Wilbur got himself a soda from the machine, popped the cap off and sat down. He took a sip, put the bottle down and grinned at the two other men.

When the third had finished, Maeve stood holding the sink for a while longer. She could not remember how many times the service bell had rung while they were fucking her. She smiled. She remembered yesterday — Wilbur had not given her her Green Stamps. Oh well, she threw the damn things away anyway.

She straightened. Before dropping her dress, she splashed some water from the sink onto her pussy and legs. Her pussy felt slimy. Her stockings were ruined. She would have to remember to bring some Kleenex tomorrow. The restroom only had one of those towel on a roll things mounted high on the wall to the right of the sink. The towel was dirty. There was no way to dry herself. She let her dress drop, pushed her breasts back in her top, straightened everything and patted her hair back in place. She left the restroom.

She had a novel she was reading, Doctor Zhivago, in the car as she waitedin the alley behind the station. Wilbur had come out for a moment and gotten his share for the three. He smirked at her, then left, stuffing the bills into his wallet.

She did nine in all. They were not all straight fucks, the seventh was a cop who had been watching her, he said. She hadn't seen him, though, and she wondered if he was more of Wilbur's doings. The cop wanted to be sucked off, which was all right, though she hadn't liked the idea of touching her knees to the restroom floor. She bent at her waist instead. The jerk had pulled out as he'd started to come, getting some on her dress. She quickly had him back in her mouth and finished him off properly.

The cop made her pay him five dollars. That and the cum stain were too much, she thought.

At the end of her day there was a pool of cum and water on the floor by the sink. She had made sixty dollars; Wilbur kept thirty of that. Johnny would get twenty dollars tonight. The cop got five, which left her only five. The dress had cost over a hundred dollars, she figured she was in the hole.

Maeve decided she would change at home before going to the restaurant. They could wait.

Johnny sat with his friends, Alex and Charles, in The Pelican Diner. The Pelican had been highly recommended by several people at the office. So far, the coffee had been excellent.

The waitress came by with a pot for refills when Michael arrived. He sat at a bench seat; they were at one end of The Pelican since they would be a party of five.

"Any problems last night?" Johnny asked.

The waitress brought a cup for Michael, sat it in front of him, and left. Johnny noticed her hips had a nice swing when she walked.

Michael smiled. "The flooded carb worked. I won't be able to have problems with it tonight, though. Alice is a suspicious person."

Johnny nodded. He took a sip of his coffee. It was hot and good. He turned to ask Alex a question, but noticed through the large plate glass windows Maeve's red Thunderbird pull in the parking lot.

Michael turned and watched over his shoulder as she stepped out of the car. "Johnny, she's a fine looking woman."

Alex and Charles turned to look also. Johnny turned and watched Charles' face.

Maeve entered the diner and walked toward them, smiling. Her purse hung off one arm; she held something in the other hand. Her dress fit well, its pale yellow complemented her black hair and blue eyes. A broad leather belt emphasized her narrow waist and large breasts. Johnny thought he could see her breasts jiggle slightly as she walked.

Maeve stood in front of Johnny, said, "Hello dear." She bent down and kissed him. She laid money on the table in front of him, then stood and smiled at the others. "Michael I know."

Johnny put his hand on the pile of bills. "The goofy looking guy over there is Alex." Alex smiled at Maeve and tipped an imaginary hat to her. He was a thin man in his mid-thirties with blond hair. "The smart-looking guy is Charles." Charles looked to his left and right then pointed to himself, raising his eyebrows. He was slender, had thinning hair, steel rimmed glasses, and his pale blue short-sleeved shirt had a pocket filled with pens. One had leaked.

Johnny watched Maeve sit down. She didn't wait this time for her chair to be pulled out. She pushed her purse toward Johnny across the table an inch or two. "Would you, dear?" She steepled her fingers before her face, elbows on the table as Johnny stowed the purse next to him on the bench seat.

Maeve turned to Charles and smiled. "May I ask, Charles, what you do?"

Charles blinked, he started to talk, stopped, said, "I'm a bookkeeper, mam."

Maeve looked at Johnny. He said, "Oh. This is Maeve Marston."

She laughed. "Maeve Madison, like the president." She looked at Alex. "Johnny has problems remembering my last name." She turned back to Johnny and smiled. She broke the steeple, put her hands on the table in front of her as the waitress brought her a cup of coffee. She looked up at her, "Thank you."

The waitress smiled. "Ready to order?"

Johnny looked at Maeve. Maeve said, "I'm having whatever Johnny orders." She looked at Charles, "My late father was a bookkeeper."

"Oh. I'm sorry," Charles said. Alex nodded.

Maeve laid her hand on Charles' hand. "He passed some years ago. Thank you."

Charles nodded.

Johnny noticed that Michael was enjoying the performance. He looked up at the waitress. "I'll have a burger with onion rings." He paused. "The bill for everything comes to me. My treat."

"Same with cheese," Michael said.

Alex looked at the waitress. "Cheeseburger and fries. Could you make it rare?"

She smiled, said, "Yes," noted it on her pad and turned to Charles.

"Hamburger with onion rings," Charles said. He looked back at Maeve.

She smiled at him, gave his hand a squeeze. He blushed.

The waitress brought their orders. They ate and chatted. Johnny was more relaxed tonight. Maeve hadn't dropped any bombshells, so far. He had lived through last night's, he expected he would survive tonight.

They were relaxing with their coffee when Maeve turned to Michael. "How is dear Alice?"

Michael said. "Which reminds me." He looked at his watch. "I have to go." He looked at Maeve. "She's doing well. She's sorry she missed you last night."

Maeve smiled. She rotated her knife; it made little clicking noises on the plate. "Perhaps some other time."

Michael turned to Johnny. "May I borrow Maeve for a few minutes?" He looked intent.

Johnny nodded. "Sure."

"She'll be right back, I promise." He smiled broadly at Johnny. He stood. "Sorry I have to be a party pooper, but I really should go now." He turned to Maeve. "May I?" He held out his hand.

Maeve looked at him, looked at Johnny, saw his nod. She turned to Michael and smiled. She gave him her hand and stood.

Michael released her hand; he walked toward the diner's door. Maeve followed.

Johnny watched them, turned and watched them through the window. Michael opened the passenger door for his car, seated Maeve, shut the door and went around to the driver's side. Johnny saw Michael say something to Maeve, she nodded. She looked up at Johnny watching. Alex and Charles were watching also. She turned to Michael. Michael put a bill on the dashboard, the denomination was impossible to tell. He smiled up to Johnny, started his car, shifted into reverse. As he was pulling out, he said something to Maeve. She looked at the faces in the window, looked at Michael, then disappeared from view. Michael gave a little wave, then pulled out. He put the car in forward and drove out of the parking lot.

Johnny saw that the waitress had been looking out the window and watching. She turned, looked at him, then turned and left to go into the kitchen.

Johnny looked at Alex and Charles. He smiled. Then he quickly looked down at his coffee. He turned the cup a few degrees, then looked up again. "Maeve will be right back." Alex's and Charles' expressions didn't change.

No one said anything for a few minutes until Alex said, "They're coming back."

Charles and Johnny turned to look out the window as Michael's car pulled into its former spot. Michael was smiling.

Maeve gave a smile and a small wave. She turned and bent to give Michael a quick kiss. She took the bill from the dashboard and stepped out of the car. She stood straightening her dress, then stepped away from the car. She bent to say something in the window, Michael laughed. He turned to them, gave a final wave, backed up and drove off.

Johnny looked over and saw the waitress was at the large plate-glass window watching. She stepped away and returned to the counter.

Maeve came to Johnny, she bent and kissed him. She handed him the twenty in her hand. She bent to kiss him a second time, looked him in the eyes and said, "Johnny, I love you so much." She kissed him. She started to rise; he reached up and pulled her down to him. He drew her head to him and kissed her hard and long. He could smell Michael's cum on her breath. He smiled at her as she stood up. He looked at Alex and Charles and smiled. He figured he might as well enjoy this.

Maeve sat back down in her seat. "Johnny, dear," she said, "would you be able to hand me my purse?"

Johnny passed her purse across the table to her. The waitress came by with more coffee, he nodded and she poured as he put the twenty in his billfold. I am getting to be as bad as Maeve and Michael, he thought.

Maeve drew her compact and lipstick out of the purse. She opened the compact and used the mirror to check her face. She used her little finger to wipe the bottom of her lip. She opened her lipstick and started to apply its crimson to her lips. Johnny noticed the skin around the lips was a little red. He looked at Alex and Charles. The waitress was leaving.

Alex and Charles were watching Maeve with rapt fascination.

"Charles," Johnny said, "Alex. Maeve is my lover." He looked at her. She smiled at him and nodded; she resumed applying her lipstick. "She also whores for me." Maeve kissed her lips, approved the view in the mirror. She closed the compact and looked at them. She smiled. Alex blushed. Charles was already blushing. Johnny continued. "She makes me a lot of money." He looked at Maeve. "Don't you, dear?" She nodded, her gaze hadn't left them. "You can understand why, looking at her, can't you?" Alex looked at Johnny and looked back at Maeve.

"She's exceptionally good at what she does, not just because of her looks but because of —" Johnny paused. "Maeve, dear, can you help me?"

Maeve smiled. "Enthusiastic depravity." She looked at Johnny. "Was that what you were searching for, Johnny?" She looked back at Charles and Alex. She licked her lips.

Johnny laughed. Maeve looked at Johnny and frowned. "You're overdoing it, dear," he said.

"Sorry," Maeve said. She looked contrite for a moment, then turned back to Alex and Charles.

"Since you're my friends, you both can have her all night for one hundred dollars." Johnny sat back in his seat. Maeve turned to look at him. "An all-nighter, whatever you want to do, however many times you want to do it."

Alex looked at Charles. Maeve looked at Johnny. "Dear, I thought we had plans."

"Maeve, you held out on me." Johnny looked to his friends. "Well?"

Alex and Charles nodded. "Will you take a check?" Charles said. He looked at Alex. "You can pay me back."

Maeve picked up her spoon, laid it on her saucer. She looked at Johnny. "But —"

Johnny stood up and went over to Maeve. He put his hand on her shoulder, he knelt by her. "Did you hold out on me, today?" He saw her face stiffen. She looked down, she looked over at Alex and Charles, and smiled at them.

She looked back at Johnny. "Sorry," she said. "It will not happen again."

Johnny raised his hand to her chin and held it. "That's what you said last night, isn't it?"

She looked at him.

"You're not going to argue with me when I want to do something special for my friends, are you?"

She shut her eyes. "No Johnny." She opened her eyes. "Johnny, I love you so much, I'll do whatever you want me to do." A tear was starting to form in one eye. Her voice shook.

Johnny drew her chin toward him. "I love you, Maeve. Thank you for being good to my friends." Johnny kissed her softly, her tongue was insistent. It thrust into his mouth then drew back, hoping his tongue would follow into her mouth. Johnny released her chin, drew back and said. "A check will be fine, Charles." He paused while he stood up and returned to his seat. "Maeve knows the best motels. You will find your night with her will be unforgettable. Beyond your wildest dreams." He took the check from Charles and put it in his wallet. "If you're not satisfied, I'll return this." He looked up to them and smiled.

"Maeve enjoys fine red wine. The expense is well worth it." He smiled at her and winked.

She tentatively smiled back. She mouthed, "I do love you."

Johnny said, "I know you do."

She shook her head. "I do." She turned to Alex and Charles. "Whenever you are ready, gentlemen." She smiled at them.

Johnny sat and played with his coffee cup after they left. Being with Maeve was always such a rollercoaster of emotions for him. Their talk last night after Michael left had seemed serious and forthright. He had enjoyed it. She seemed heartfelt in her need to tell about her childhood. Johnny never knew when to trust her. He was afraid to trust her and have her backhand him.

He looked up. The waitress smiled at him. "She's a busy girl, isn't she?"

Johnny looked at her.

"I was going to take my break. All right to have it here with you? Would you like some cherry pie with me?"

Johnny nodded.

"With ice cream?"

He smiled. "Yes. Thank you."

She refilled his cup, smiled, and went to the kitchen.

She was back in a few minutes with two plates of pie. They smelled delicious. She'd warmed them. She sat in Maeve's seat and passed a plate to him. "My name's Kitty."

"Johnny."

"How much?"

Johnny looked at her. His fork was in his hand.

"How much for those three guys?"

Johnny looked at her. He decided he'd tell the truth. "One hundred twenty dollars."

"And she gets?"

"A third." Johnny didn't know. He hoped the guess was good.

"Forty dollars."

"Plus what she did earlier."

Kitty took a bite of pie, chewed and smiled. "There have been times when I hoped I could be as busy as her." She smiled looking him straight in the eyes.

Johnny blinked. His whole world had turned upside down since Sunday. It was crazy now.

"I get off at nine," Kitty said.

He looked at her.

"I know a place where we can go swimming." She scraped her fork on her plate. "Skinny-dipping." She smiled broadly.

"You don't even know me."

"I was thinking of it as something like a job interview."

"A job interview?" Johnny stared at her. She was pretty, a few years younger than him, blonde, and thin. She wasn't built like Maeve, but she was pretty and friendly.

"I'm just trying out the idea." She took a fork full of pie and chewed. She watched his face.

"Are you sure you know what the idea is?" Johnny tried to sound serious. He wanted to burst out laughing.

"Sucking and fucking, right?"

He nodded.

"I can do that." She smiled. "I know more is involved."

He nodded.

"We'd have to be done by midnight. My parents take care of my son while I'm working."

Johnny smiled. "How old?"

"He's seven." She laid her fork down. "I was in college. End of my second year, I fell in love with the football quarterback. He gave me a present then ditched me." She moved her fork back and forth in a fan motion. "So I work here now."

"You'd like to go back to school."

She nodded, she lifted her fork and took another piece. "Forty dollars a day is a lot of money to me."

Johnny nodded.

"Besides, you're cute." She smiled and put the piece of pie in her mouth and chewed.

Kitty had said she'd meet him at the tavern a block away, Joe's. He sat there nursing his beer. He tried to make all the pieces fit, they didn't.

Johnny had never had any problem with women, getting them. However, they had never fallen over him, like this. Maybe he was sane and the town or the place the town was located was crazy. Radiation in the water or rocks or something. He shook his head.

He wondered about Maeve, Alex and Charles. He wondered what they were doing now. He wondered who'd he invite tomorrow, Maybe Michael, Alex and Charles. That should be interesting.

He was finding he was looking forward to seeing more of Kitty. He had never skinny-dipped before. He felt comfortable around her. He wasn't sure how he could tell her he wasn't a pimp. He wasn't, was he? He might be, he thought. So this is what being a pimp is like. Not as exciting as he thought. Then he thought about two women and one hundred sixty dollars a day, tax-free. Maybe more. No, he didn't want to think about that.

The jukebox was playing something he liked by Johnny Mathis though he couldn't for the life of him remember its title. He looked up and saw Kitty walking toward him, a beer in her hand. She was out of her uniform, dressed in jeans and a white men's shirt. She looked intriguing. He smiled.

Johnny parked his car where Kitty directed. They got out and walked through the sand dunes covered with tall stalks.

"Sea oats," Kitty told him.

"Live here long?"

"All my life. Sometimes it feels like that's too long."

They were down at the edge of the water.

"Let's walk a little, first," Kitty said. She held out her hand.

"Look, why —"

"It's OK."

He took her hand, she squeezed. He could see few artificial lights this side of the dunes. They could find their way by the light of the waxing moon and a sky filled with stars, more stars than he had ever seen before.

"It's incredible," he said.

She smiled. She squeezed his hand. "I don't want to disrupt anything you and your girlfriend have."

He looked at her.

"I could see she really loves you."

He looked away. "I —"

"You're not what I imagined. She really loves you. You weren't abusive or mean to her." She looked at him, they stopped. "You intrigue me." They started again. "Here OK?" She stopped. "For my job interview." She released his hand and stepped back.

Kitty unbuttoned her shirt, watching his face. She opened it up, then slipped it off her arms. She unfastened her pants, unzipped them and pushed them down past her hips. She still watched his face. She kicked off her sandals, then bent, still watching his face, while she removed her pants. She stood naked before him. She was thin but not skinny. She had nice breasts with large areolas; she had a narrow waist and boyish hips. Her pubic hair looked like it was blonde also, though it was hard to be sure in the light.

Johnny said, "You're beautiful."

She laughed. "Why, thank you." She paused. "Now it's your turn. The interview goes both ways, you know."

Johnny started to take off his clothes. He remembered Michael last night and started with his shoes first. He removed them, one foot at a time, hopping on the sand.

When his clothes were off, she nodded and started to walk toward the water.

"Just a nod?" he asked.

She looked back with a smile. "I'm supposed to drop to my knees and hold my mouth open?" She looked at the water. "I was hoping for a swim first." She looked at him. "You can swim, can't you?"

"Yes." He joined her in the water. She held out her hand, he took it.

"It's a bit chilly now, once we're in we'll be all right."

Johnny saw that the waves were small. The sound of the waves, the stars, Kitty, this was a different planet from the diner, not so far away.

Johnny and Kitty were still in shallow water sitting as if in chairs with just their heads above the small waves. They were a few feet apart, side by side. Kitty moved closer to Johnny.

"Let me show you something," she said. She moved closer to him, faced him. He felt her knees bump his. His hands moved in the water, his body wanted to tip backwards.

Her head disappeared, Johnny felt her hands move on his body, then her mouth and tongue slid along a leg. They felt exquisite. She popped up, smiled, disappeared and he felt her hands, then her lips on his cock, she was back up again.

"How am I doing?" Kitty asked.

He started to speak. She held her fingers against his lips. She came closer, then disappeared. He felt her take his cock in her mouth, he felt her tongue. He thought he was hard, but it wasn't easy to tell. The water made everything feel different. She came up and smiled.

She slid onto his lap, he felt her arms pull him close to her, felt his cock slide into her. She sat still. He leaned to her and kissed her, he pulled her close to him. Her skin felt different, cooler, harder.

Kitty rocked on him, they kissed. He could see the beach over his shoulder, the light on the waves. He could feel all of her, he could feel skin, the water both lubricated and took away the body's own slipperiness.

They were breathing more heavily, but not having to fight gravity made their effort seem like less an exertion.

He held her close; he licked the salt water from her cheek and chin. He felt her hair, like ropes. He held her still; they kissed as he came.

They held each other, they looked over each other's shoulders. Johnny could feel her breasts move against him. He could feel the gentle sway of the water as waves passed.

They walked to dry off, the air was chilly but not cold. They held hands, they didn't talk. Johnny felt as if his whole world had been turned upside down all over again. He looked at Kitty, she was smiling, she faced ahead. After a bit they turned, returned to their clothes and dressed.

They sat, their arms around their knees, talking, facing out into the Gulf.

"Do you know what time it is?" Kitty finally asked.

Johnny looked at his watch. He had to tip the face in a certain direction to see the dial. He put his arm down. "Eleven-thirty."

"We'd better be going." Kitty stood up. She held out her hand. Johnny took it and they walked back to the car. He tore off a stalk of sea oats on the way and laid it on the dash when he got in.

He started the Chevy and began the drive back to The Pelican Diner. "I'd like to see you again."

"That'd be nice," Kitty said. She watched him while he drove.

"I'm busy this week." He paused. "I may be at Joe's after nine Thursday."

"I'll check."

"Maybe Saturday."

"I work late Saturday."

"That's OK." He stopped at a light. "If not this week, next. This is a crazy time for me." He turned to her. "Do you still think you'd —"

"Thinking about it." She touched his leg.

"You don't have to —"

"I know."

The light turned green. "Unless you're sure, don't be at Joe's Thursday or Saturday. How about that? We can talk next week. I'll give you my number."

"If I'm not sure, I won't be at Joe's."

"I'd be just as happy if you weren't, you know."

"I've guessed," Kitty said.

They pulled into the diner's parking lot.

"Mine is the old Pontiac over there." She pointed.

He pulled up alongside and stopped.

Kitty touched his arm. "I didn't do so well, did I? At the interview?"

Johnny turned and looked at her. "You were wonderful." Kitty gave a tentative smile. "I'm not . . . you see, I'm not a pimp. Maeve —"

"Of course you are," Kitty said. She opened the door. She leaned across the seat and they kissed. She got out of the car and bent down facing him across the seat. "I still like you." She paused. "You did great in your interview." She stood up and walked over to her car.

Johnny got out and walked to the driver's side of her Pontiac. He opened his wallet and took out his card. He passed it to her. "You can call me at work if you want. Or at home."

"And you know where I am, six days a week." She smiled. "I think a kiss at this stage would be proper. I need to get to my parents to pick up my son." She shut her eyes. Johnny and she kissed. After a moment he stood back, he watched as she drove off.

He sat in his car and thought. He wondered if Maeve would take Alex and Charles to the same motel they were at last night. He wondered if he shouldn't drive by to see. He wondered if he should pay them a visit. He wondered if he'd see Kitty Thursday night.

Maeve waited in her car at the liquor store while Alex and Charles made their purchases. Alex had a pink Rambler; Charles drove an old DeSoto. She looked at their cars and shook her head. She had imagined something a bit more refined; nightclubs, cocktails, evening dresses, dancing, staying at a hotel with a name everyone knew. She thought she had better keep it simple for these guys. She wondered what it would be like with them, if they would be good for much.

She could see them in the store. They looked like they were poking each other with their elbows and giggling like school kids. They watched her in her car, said something to the person behind the counter, he turned and looked over his shoulder at her.

She waved. She believed she just had made their day.

When they got to the motel, Maeve went to the office and reserved her room. She drove to the door, it was an older style of motel with individual cabins. Alex and Charles parked alongside the small, room-sized building.

Maeve was waiting inside when they came in. Charles put the bag with wine and beer on the dresser. Alex closed the door behind him.

She looked at them. "Well, gentlemen?" She started to unzip her dress. She watched them look at each other, then back at her. She smiled at them. "We won't be needing the covers on the bed, will we?" She had the dress over her head. She laid it on a chair. She was not wearing a bra, she had not put on stockings, she just had on her garter belt and heels. She removed the rest of her clothes, watching Alex. Charles was busy removing the covers.

"Don't I get a drink first?" she asked. She sat on the corner of the bed. She put her right foot on the bed so they could clearly see her shaved pussy. She smiled at them.

Alex and Charles dove into the bag and pulled out the bottle of wine.

"Don't shake it, boys," she said. She smiled. "Save your enthusiasm for other things."

They looked at her.

She laughed. "If you forgot a corkscrew or wineglasses, I have them in the trunk of my car." She smiled. "For emergencies." She paused. She put her foot on the floor and leaned back on her wrists. She held her tummy in so her breasts would stand out more. "The keys are in my purse." She watched them and smiled to herself when Alex dropped her purse, looked at her blushing, then he and Charles bumped heads reaching for it.

As Charles was turning the doorknob, she said, "Charles, dear. It's warm in here. Why don't we leave the door open for a few minutes?" She looked at Alex. "I'm hot, aren't you hot?" She stood up, went to the doorway, and leaned against the jamb.

Alex sat on the bed staring at her. He held the bottle of wine in his lap, unaware of how he looked.

Charles came to the doorway with a wineglass and corkscrew and stood looking at her. Maeve watched him with a smile on her face, partially blocking the door. She waited. He finally edged sideways through the door, brushing past her. She followed him into the room and shut the door behind her.

Charles and Alex wrestled with the corkscrew and cork looking up at her sheepishly. The cork popped, Alex unscrewed it while Charles poured the glass. He handed the wineglass to Maeve who took it and sat on the bed next to Alex. Alex handed the cork to Charles who put it back in the bottle.

Maeve smiled at Alex. "Well, Alex, do you have any ideas of what you want to do tonight?" He nodded and blushed. He was having a hard time deciding where to stare. His eyes moved from her shaved pussy to her breasts to her face and back down again.

She looked at Charles who stood by the dresser. She patted the bed next to her, opposite Alex. "And you, Charles, do you have any ideas?" He held the bag of drinks in his hand, he nodded. He walked over to the bed and sat down.

She smiled at Alex, then Charles. "You boys seem like you have everything under control. You must have done this sort of thing before." She smiled. "Were you in the service?"

Alex nodded. "Army, Korea, after."

Charles said, "Navy, Philippines."

Maeve looked at them. "You boys didn't catch anything, did you?"

They shook their heads.

She held her glass up. "Then, to your service." She watched Charles dig in the bag and pull out two bottles of juice. He handed one to Alex who opened it then handed it back. He handed another to Alex who opened it. They raised their bottles.

"Tomato juice?" Maeve asked. She had heard of health faddists, she had never met any before. Two of them. Damn Johnny.

Alex smiled, "Alcohol impedes performance."

Charles nodded, "And increases fatigue."

Maeve looked at them, raised her glass, and said, "Cheers." They clinked and she took a drink. It was a good wine. She looked at Charles. "May I see the label?"

He jumped up, brought the bottle over and showed her. She nodded, took another sip and smiled at both of them. They watched her.

"Well, gentlemen. How shall we start?"

Alex looked to Charles. Charles finished his juice, then looked at her. "We flipped a coin. Alex got heads, I got tails."

Alex said, "We want to do you both at once."

Maeve looked at them. She took another sip of wine and waited.

"We thought you could," Alex said, "lie across the bed and hang your head over the edge for me." He blushed. His eyes stayed at her face.

Maeve took another sip of wine. She smiled at Charles, then Alex. She stood up and put her wine on the dresser. She walked over to the bed and knelt at Alex's feet. She put her hands on his knees and said, "I hope I am able to do Johnny proud tonight." She smiled. "Go ahead, touch them. I don't bite." She looked over at Charles. "You, too."

Alex tentatively reached out and touched her breast; his fingers moved under her breast and lifted. He looked up to her face. She smiled at him.

Charles touched her other breast briefly. He stood up and started to take off his clothes. Maeve smiled, she leaned to Alex and kissed him.

"When strange men fuck me," she said, "I pretend it is Johnny. When his friends fuck me I feel like he is standing right beside me, watching." She looked to Charles. "Ready?"

He nodded.

Maeve watched his cock and said, "Alex, you'd better take your clothes off." She stood up; she walked to Charles and kissed him, lightly circling her fingers on his cock. She backed away and walked around to the side of the bed. She lay down, scooting herself so her head hung over the side. Her legs were bent, her feet were on the edge of the bed.

The room was upside down to her. She felt Charles at her legs. She felt his hands shift her knees, then touch her pussy. She felt him use his fingers on her, then in her. He held them still.

She saw bare legs before her, she saw Alex kneel and felt his cock thump her chin lightly.

They both entered her at the same time. She shut her eyes, trying to focus on the cock in her mouth. It fucked in and out, her tongue and lips touched it, it pressed forward and found her throat. It made longer thrusts, then came, spurting cum into her mouth.

Charles fucked her at a steady pace. Alex withdrew his cock, but stayed in front of her. She focused on the feeling of Charles' hard cock in her, she relaxed.

She opened her eyes when Charles came, eventually. She had been moaning, coming. Alex was gone from view. Charles stayed in her for a few minutes, then pulled out. She felt Alex's cock slide into her pussy next.

Alex was a rapid fucker. She shut her eyes as he worked in her. She opened her eyes when she felt Charles' wet, limp cock at her face. She used her hands to hold him in her mouth. She tasted herself and his cum. She used her tongue to press the head, to flick along its length.

Alex came and lay on her, his hands on her breasts, holding her.

Charles' cock was getting hard in her mouth. He began to move his hips. He used the same slow, steady rhythm he had used in her pussy. She felt Alex lift himself from her, then start to fuck her again.

After she'd come, as they both fucked her, she thought about health faddists, tomato juice and what she had gotten herself into. She relaxed and felt them in her. To spur them on she pinched her nipples and pushed her breasts together.

She had been joking about Johnny standing watching her. She realized now it had been the truth. She thought she could see Johnny's smile.

Maeve felt him stir, then enter her from behind. Ske kept her eyes closed. She didn't know which one it was; she thought it was probably Alex. She wasn't sure how many times they had done it, done everything, he wanted to do it all, and damn, he was at it again.

Alex, or was it Charles? If it's Charles then this will go on and on ever more. Not that she was complaining, this was what she had wanted. The feeling of being well used, maybe even a little abused.

His hands were on her breasts now, under them pushing up, one hand was moving down along her stomach. Now he was rubbing her pussy. This was Charles. She was sure.

She woke up hearing someone moving in the room. She turned onto her back and opened her eyes. No, she was wrong, it was still night. One of them was next to her, snoring. She heard the toilet flush, the bathroom door open, she felt the bed shake as he climbed on. She felt him climb over her, settle down over her and she was kissed. She reached up and found his head, she pulled him closer, they kissed.

He was in her; she lost count of how many times they had done it. Both at once going at her, or one at a time. He was moving slowly. She lifted her legs up, so that they were pointing past her ears. She could feel him better this way.

She lay quietly thinking about Johnny. She wondered what he was doing tonight without her. She had been hoping Johnny would be with her tonight. She wondered if he was mad at her, maybe because of Michael. It seemed to her that he had liked what they had done. He had taken initiative, after she and Michael had gone off.

She tried to remember, wasn't sure if she had ever sucked Johnny. She could not imagine why not. Maybe he was jealous because she hadn't. Maybe that was good, maybe that wasn't so good.

Johnny.

He acted as if he did not believe she loved him.

Maeve turned on her side. She brought her hand up near her mouth.

She needed to think of some way for her to show Johnny she loved him.

She wondered if it were possible to suck off a sleeping man. If he would come. Wouldn't he wake up first? she wondered. She decided to try first with one and then the other.

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |
Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | 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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