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Chapter Five

Thursday, September 25, 1958

On her way to the gas station, Maeve stopped at a pharmacy. She drew the pharmacist aside and explained her problem. She tried to look demure and blush. She wondered what he thought about her nipples, which showed, pressing against the day dress' lightweight fabric. She wondered if the smell of the men who fucked her this week was clinging to her. She left the pharmacy with a tube of KY Jelly. She hoped it worked. She was sore everywhere, even the insides of her lips were becoming sensitive. It wouldn't help there, she knew, she would just have to get used to puffy lips again. She noticed while in the pharmacy and while walking from her car that men still looked at her in that way that made her feel good. She stood for a moment gazing at her reflection in the plate glass window. She enjoyed being able to afford clothes that fit well and that she looked good in, emphasized her shape and color and helped her move with grace.

After her stop at the pharmacy, she stopped at the gas station. She drove through as usual, but did not honk or wave. She parked in back, got out and went to the restroom. There was already a man waiting for her.

He wanted her to take her dress off. She did, laying her belt and dress on the edge of the stall wall. She was getting sick of the smell of urine. That was one nice thing about the motel. That and the fact that she did not have to stand while fucking.

When the first guy was done, a second came in a minute later. She was still bent, holding onto the sink. He was in her, it seemed, before the door shut. He must have been waiting, hard in expectation. He was quick, when he pulled out copious amounts of cum dripped onto the floor. Maeve could hear it hit the tiles, a counterpoint to their heavy breathing. His money was put on top of the towel case with the other's, seven-fifty each. She made more out at the motel, she thought, then wondered; with all of her extra expenses. She would get to keep three seventy-five each, that would be put toward the forty dollars she was supposed to pay Johnny tonight.

Wilbur came in next. She was still bent over the sink, her eyes were closed, but she could tell it was him. She was not sure how, perhaps by his footstep, perhaps by his breathing, perhaps by the way the cloth for his uniform sounded when he moved. It could not be by his smell; she could not smell anything but urine. She believed she knew intimately all the rust spots, one by one, on the enameled mirror frame, the rust stain from the faucet on the one-time white porcelain sink. She waited.

Wilbur liked to fondle her breasts while he was in her, he held them close to her chest, rolled them about as he thrust. He was slower this time, she could barely feel him. She thought it was because of the last two guys' cum.

She felt him stiffen, then hold her close to him. He panted in her ear as he shot in her. She supported both their weights with her arms. In a minute, he backed off. She heard his zipper, his uniform rustle as he slid on the white tile wall behind her. She turned.

He had his hand out, a smile on his face as if he was giving her something she'd always wanted. She handed him the seven-fifty and turned to put on her dress. She heard him shut the door behind himself. She dressed and went back to her car.

While driving she wondered how things had gone so wrong. She felt like she was losing control. It was not supposed to be this way, she had not imagined it would be this way. Johnny would have been enough, she realized. It had been so long since she had had enough, had near enough. Ronald was wonderful, he was good to her, and he bought things for her. If he had been able to get it up more than a couple of times a week, desired to fuck her more than a couple of times a week, maybe she would not have been so greedy.

The schedule was foolhardy, she realized. Johnny was more than enough. Whoring each day was sheer stupidity. She did not even need Johnny's friends, the men he called his friends. She smiled to herself thinking about Michael, Charles and Alex. She had expected to be treated roughly, had wanted to be treated a little roughly. She wanted a strong man who knew what he wanted. She had not expected this, though.

She hadn't thought, last Sunday night, that Johnny would begin to change to be like his friends. She really hadn't thought it out at all, and now she was in over her head.

Ronald is coming back Sunday. It will be finished Saturday night sometime, she thought. She prayed it would be finished.

She wondered what she would have to do to make Wilbur keep his big trap shut.

She parked her Thunderbird at her motel room and went in, leaving the door open behind her. She put the KY Jelly on the bedstand and started to remove her clothes. The owner closed the door behind him just as she was unzipping her dress.

He stood watching her, naked now, her high heels tossed under the bed. She lay down on the bed, opened the KY and squeezed some out on her hand. She slathered it over herself, working it into her pussy and asshole, rubbed it onto her mons, which was becoming raw and sore from the pounding. She hadn't fucked this much for some years. She watched him while she did this, she didn't smile. She said, "Well?"

The owner took off his pants and shoes and climbed onto the bed. He straddled her, rested his fat butt on her while he fished his cock out of his shorts. He wanted her to choke on it again.

If Maeve had been able to watch, she would have seen his ass jerk back and forth rapidly as he used her mouth. She would have seen the owner holding onto the headboard with one hand, the other was at the back of her head holding her close to him. She would have seen herself stretched out on the bed, her pussy shining, red marks and light bruises on most of her body from hard use this week, mostly from Johnny and his friends.

The owner suddenly held his body stiff and Maeve made choking sounds, her legs kicked. The owner pulled back, the choking sounds stopped. Maeve gasped in a lungful of air. The owner sat quietly on her chest, then got off.

Maeve watched him cross the room to put his clothes on. He did it all over her face, the jerk. She would need to redo both her lipstick and powder. The owner went to the door, opened it as she was sitting up. "Wilbur sent somebody to see you, I'll send him over." He walked away leaving the door open. "That was great, babe," he said over his shoulder.

A few minutes later a large, not too smart looking, man came in. He stood there and watched her as she came naked out of the bathroom drying her face. He shut the door behind him.

"Well?" she asked. She thought he looked to be about thirty, he was dressed in slacks and sports shirt. At least he looked clean.

"Wilbur sent me to make sure you don't get hurt." He went over and sat on the bed.

"How considerate."

"You're to pay me ten dollars a day and I get to fuck you as much as I want."

"So I don't get hurt?" She went back in the bathroom and started to put her lipstick on.

"You'll be safe with me around." He lay back on the bed.

"I'll be safe with you around," she repeated sarcastically. She kissed her lips and used her finger to wipe a smudge. She walked back into the room and looked down on him.

He smiled. His hands were behind his head, elbows flat on the pillows. "Wilbur didn't tell me you were so pretty. He just said you were some crazy whore rich dame." He paused. "I thought you'd be much older."

"Like thirty?" She bent to find her shoes.

"Older than that, maybe fifty." He smiled.

She stood up with her shoes in her hands. "And I suppose I'm to fuck you now?"

He sat up and pulled off his shirt. "Yeah. Wilbur said you wouldn't pay me till you were all done today." He stood up and dropped his pants. He wore no underwear, his large cock sprung free and waved in the air at her.

She stood and looked at him for a moment, then dropped her shoes. "OK. Let's do it quickly. I have to go to work." She climbed onto the bed, lay down on her back, her legs spread wide.

He climbed onto the bed beside her, then over her. He positioned himself, then dropped into her pussy.

Maeve gasped, her legs and hands twitched. She brought her knees up so her heels were on his butt.

He raised himself, held himself over her, his cock at the edge of her pussy. "Wilbur said you moan and all. My name is Bob. It would be neat if you moaned my name." He dropped back down into her.

She twitched again, moaned, she held his shoulders. At the fourth thrust, she was moaning his name.

Before Bob left, he said he'd be with the owner of the motel watching TV. He said he would keep an eye on things. Maeve wondered how safe she would be if he was enthralled with the television watching Queen for a Day, crying at the sob story, overjoyed at all the prizes.

She was too busy (working the lounge, the people the motel owner sent over, then Bob for seconds and thirds) to worry. Not counting Wilbur, the motel owner and Bob, she fucked sixteen people. She had made one hundred thirty-five dollars, Wilbur already had seven-fifty, and she paid Bob Wilbur's share of sixty dollars. She paid the motel owner his twenty-seven fifty, Bob his ten dollars, which left her thirty dollars.

She was sore and tired; she had forgotten her spare dress this morning. She didn't want to go see Johnny and his friends at Joe's Tavern tonight. This is utter crap, she thought. She pulled into a bar a couple of blocks from where she was to meet Johnny and turned two quick five-dollar tricks. Now she had his forty dollars but she was an hour late.

Johnny had been looking at some of Alex's pictures with Michael, Charles and Alex while waiting for Maeve to appear. Joe's Tavern was doing well tonight. Besides the usual assortment of beer and liquor, they had a grill and the cook kept busy filling orders.

Johnny looked at the next picture in the set. He was trying not to let on how much some of the photos affected him. Alex had shot a photo of Maeve sucking someone, he thought it was Charles. The photo showed just part of Charles' torso, the emphasis was on Maeve seen from the side and the cock in her mouth. She looked happy, she almost looked like she was smiling. A thin line of drool dripped from the corner of her lips down her chin.

Johnny straightened up the stack. The photos were eight by ten black and white glossies. Alex had been so excited, he'd called in sick at work and spent the day developing the film and making prints.

Johnny looked at Alex, "These are good."

Alex smiled, he nodded. "I only made prints of some of the photos. Contact sheets of the rolls are on the bottom of the stack."

Johnny smiled. "I think they'll do the trick. Figure out how much it costs to make a print. Figure your expenses and time." Johnny sorted through the stack and chose twenty pictures. "Why don't you take these over to that table over there, the one with four men? Ask them to pick out their favorite four. Have them rank them. That will start to give us an idea of what people want." Johnny smiled at Alex. "Could you do that?"

Alex jumped up with the photos, he took a step away then turned and asked Charles to keep an eye on his camera. It was sitting on the table with its flash attachment and a bag for film and bulbs. Michael grinned at Johnny as Alex walked away.

Johnny was getting worried with Maeve being late. He was vacillating between worry and anger; he was worried right now. He wondered if they should go ahead and order something from the grill when he saw Maeve walk through the door. He turned to Michael and Charles. "Order something for yourselves for dinner. I'll be with Maeve for a bit. Order something for her, also. I'll get my meal while you guys are with her." He looked at Michael. "I may need to go to the office again tonight. I don't know yet." He saw Michael's frown. "Don't worry. I'll be back around midnight, like before."

"With sand in your cuffs?"

"You know how work is." Johnny stood up. "Have Alex give those guys their four favorite photos. He needs to mark the contact sheets so we know." He turned. "Hello, Maeve."

Maeve looked at Charles and Michael and smiled. She looked tired. She turned to Johnny and gave him a kiss, putting the money in his hand at the same time. She started to sit down; Johnny stood and took her elbow and drew her to the back of the room. He opened a door.

"We have their meeting room, they call it the Robin Hood Room, for the night."

Maeve looked at the space; it was large, more than fifty feet long. Tables were pushed against the wall; one sturdy wood table was in the center of the room. Chairs were lined along another wall. It looked utilitarian in spite of the mock Tudor accents. Johnny watched Maeve walk to a chair and sit. She sighed, she set her pocketbook in the chair next to her.

"You look tired," Johnny said.

Maeve nodded, she smiled tentatively. She started to speak, didn't.

"We don't have to start things right away, there is time for a quick nap." He went to her and kneeled before her, placing his hands on her knees. He could smell her when he was close. She hadn't had a chance to clean herself. It didn't matter, in a few hours it would be worse. The smell didn't bother him.

Maeve looked at him questioningly.

"We have a problem to sort out first, then you can nap." He touched her chin. "I may have to go to work again tonight. I don't know yet. They're being impossible." He smiled, he returned his hand to her knee.

"Maeve, we have a problem." He paused. "Remember how you kept money back from me Monday? I should be getting more, shouldn't I? Multiples of the actual total." He rubbed her knee. She stared at him. "And I've been wondering how much you actually make." He looked at her; her eyes were becoming moist. "Don't worry, dear. We'll make it up tonight, like we did Tuesday." He rubbed her leg. "But we do have a problem, don't we?"

Maeve nodded. Tears were running down her face.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head, her chin started to crumple. He touched it.

"That's OK, dear." He smiled at her. "You will tell me when you're able. Tonight, tomorrow, Saturday." He paused and touched her cheek and smoothed away a tear. "Why don't you take a nap." He looked around. "Sorry the accommodations aren't better. The floor or the table look best." He stood up and took off his jacket. He folded it and laid it by her purse. He started to turn to leave. "I'll get the others' jackets."

"Johnny," Maeve said.

He turned.

"Johnny, I love you." She smiled, her lip trembled slightly. "Johnny. I will tell you tomorrow evening. Everything."

He nodded.

"Johnny, I'm sorry I've been bad. I didn't mean to be, it just happened that way."

Johnny stepped to her, put his finger under her chin and raised it. He bent and kissed her. Then he stood up. "Maeve, I love you. I've been thinking about what you talked about; marriage." He saw a strange look on her face, almost like fear. "We can talk about that tomorrow, too." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "I'll get some more jackets to lie on. Would you like something to eat now, or later?"

"Later," Maeve said. "Thanks, Johnny."

Johnny returned with the jackets. Maeve was asleep on the floor, his jacket as a pillow. He put two jackets beside her, opened one and spread it over her legs.

He stood up. She looked so peaceful, sleeping.

He left the room, ate with the others. They talked about the party tomorrow night.

Maeve woke feeling stiff but rested. She lay quietly with her eyes shut. She tried to think of a way out of what Johnny called "their problem." She could not do anything but tell him the truth and then he would be angry. She did not mind it when things got a little rough, but having the crap beat out of her was a different matter entirely. Damn Michael, Johnny was so much more fun before, when he was confused and frightened. She enjoyed it when he was frightened. He wasn't frightened any more. None of them were.

She turned and opened her eyes. Johnny was sitting watching her, a smile on his face. At least she had that, she thought. Only, she wasn't always sure now what he was smiling about. That was the strange part. The strange part was that she loved him more each day.

Her damn schedule was making her do other things than be with Johnny. She'd fucked twenty guys, she thought that was the right number for today, and she wasn't sure when she'd have another chance to be alone with Johnny. Tonight? Tomorrow night? This was crazy.

She smiled at Johnny.

"Ready for something to eat?"

Maeve nodded. She watched him leave the room.

Maeve was asleep when Johnny returned with her meal, a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of wine. He didn't think that would be too heavy. He set it on the table, drew up two chairs. He knelt by Maeve and kissed her awake. She smiled up at him. She's so beautiful, he thought.

"Dinner is served, milady," he said in a mock British accent.

She smiled, she sat up. He helped her stand.

"Would you mind terribly undressing? I want to watch you."

Maeve looked at him, she smiled and unzipped her dress. She took off her belt and handed it to him. She removed her dress. He took it and held it while she stepped into her heels, looked back at him over her left shoulder with a broad smile on her face, and walked to the table. She stood by her seat.

Johnny stepped to her. He laid the dress and belt on the table; he put his hand on her side and stroked her. He took out her chair, he seated her.

Maeve smiled at him.

Johnny sat next to her. Not too close. He leaned back in his chair and watched her, a delicate smile on his lips.

When Maeve was done, he asked her if she was ready.

She grinned.

Johnny pointed to the table. "Your throne awaits your majesty." Maeve climbed onto the table and lay on her back. He moved the dishes and belt to another table, then he came back with his jacket. He folded it up under her head, straightening her hair as he did so. He folded her dress and put it under her bottom.

"Don't worry, dear, if the jacket becomes soiled."

Maeve turned her head and smiled. "Dear." She paused. She lifted her hips. "Would you do me." She paused. "Oh Johnny, I've missed your touch so much."

Johnny laid his hand on her stomach. Her skin was the softest he had ever felt. "I'll be the first tonight. I do have to work, I called." He stepped away. "I'll get the others."

Maeve nodded. She looked at the ceiling.

Johnny came back in. He went to a chair and used it to hold his clothing as he undressed. He walked to Maeve as the others came in the room.

He stood at the edge of the table and looked down. Maeve's legs were folded, her toes were perched on the edge. Her legs were open; she was massaging one of her large breasts.

Johnny touched her cool inner thigh. He drew his hand down to her shaved pussy, which looked swollen, like an overripe fruit about to burst. Her pussy had a blush; he slid his hand across her stomach as he entered her. He raised her feet to his shoulders and moved as close as he could. He thrust, each thrust made Maeve's body slide on its skin on its bones over the table. The movement was not large.

Johnny watched Maeve's face, felt her legs stiffen, push against his shoulders. While thrusting, he saw Alex's flash go off, he looked up. Alex was on the table, naked, camera in hand. Alex was smiling, his eyes traveled along Maeve's body slowly, following each curve and contour. Alex positioned his camera and photographed her fingers encircling her breast, her ribs, and the slope to her stomach, with Johnny in her pussy in the background.

Johnny grasped Maeve's hips as he thrust, she was moaning softly, saying his name over and over. Her back arched, he thrust deeper. She shook once, as if shocked, her legs kicked against his shoulders and chest. Maeve's fingers held the edge of the table, then released it.

Johnny saw Michael climb onto the table by Maeve's head. Johnny made a motion with his hand. Michael sat back on his heels, his knees by Maeve's ears, his cock dangling almost in her hair. Michael watched.

Johnny gave three quick thrusts, he held Maeve's hips, pulled her to him. She shook her head; moaning, she made a soft cry. She relaxed, Johnny's chest bore the full weight of her legs.

He kissed his fingers and leaned across her to touch her lips.

"I love you, Johnny," she said to the ceiling. She closed her eyes.

"I love you Maeve," Johnny said. He held her legs away from him, he stepped back and Charles took Maeve's legs. Charles moved close to her and began thrusting. Maeve's body jumped. Michael kneeled over her and she took him into her mouth, her hands guiding him.

Johnny sat by his clothes and watched. They were paying twenty dollars each. He was thinking of making Alex free for his photographic work, as an incentive. Maybe Alex didn't need an incentive. Johnny smiled. He put on his clothes.

Johnny left the room, went to the bar, and got a beer. He chatted with Sam the bartender for a moment. He found a table close to the door of the meeting room, he set the bottle down. He went to the table with the four guys who had seen the pictures.

"How did you like the photos?" he asked.

The men looked up at him. The four photos of Maeve that they had liked best were face down in the center of the table.

"She's in the room back there." He paused. "Interested?"

They looked at each other. One said, "Yes."

"Think about it. She won't be available until nine-thirty or ten."

"How much?" the one who said "yes" asked. He looked to his fellows.

"I'll let you know. OK?"

The man nodded.

Johnny went to his table and waited.

Maeve remembered Alex's flashgun's bright glare punctuating events.

The time Charles was in her pussy, her legs draped over his arms. He was thrusting, she had just come dramatically, and her mouth was open. She felt a hand on her breast.

The time when Michael was in her pussy, Alex in her mouth. Alex had just pulled out and shot over her mouth and chin, some of the cum landed on her neck and hair. She was licking cum from her lips.

The time when Charles was in her mouth. She was on her knees; she had just returned from the lady's room.

The time when she was bent over the table, face down, her arms outstretched, her face turned sideways. Someone was in her ass. She had just lifted her face up, her mouth was open, she was moaning.

She could not remember all the times.

It's funny, she thought later. I can remember those flashes and what I was doing, but those memories are divorced from what I was feeling — full, bright, fluttering, stars.

Kitty walked into the tavern. She got a beer from Sam, then stood at the bar and surveyed the room. Johnny stood up, she saw him and walked over. She was wearing jeans, white shirt and sandals like yesterday.

Johnny sat down, she sat next to him. He looked at Kitty, she smiled at him.

"Are you sure, Kitty?"

Kitty said, "Yes." She took a sip of beer, set the bottle back on the table.

Johnny touched her hand. "OK. Here is what you do. You go over to that table and they will follow you to that room." He pointed to the meeting room door. "You'll open the door for them and show them what's inside." He paused. "Kitty, you look really good, too. If they like what they see, tell them it will be thirty dollars each, until the bar closes. You bring the money to me. Understand?" Johnny squeezed her hand.

Kitty smiled. She took a sip of her beer, as she stood up he released her hand.

Kitty walked over to the men, her hips swaying. She talked for a minute. They stood up and followed her to the door to the Robin Hood Room.

Kitty opened the door, stood to the side while they looked in. The men stood there, their hands reached into their back pockets for their wallets while they looked at Maeve. They broke concentration enough to find money amongst them for all four. One touched Kitty's arm and wanted her to go in with him. Johnny saw her smile at the man then look to him. Johnny shook his head. Kitty said something to the man. He went in without her. Kitty watched for a minute more, she closed the door, then she returned, her hips swaying, a big grin on her face, to Johnny's table.

Kitty sat down; she slid the money across the table to Johnny. Johnny smiled to her. He selected some bills and slid them back to her. "It's half for you, not a third. Think about what you saw."

Kitty nodded. "I'm OK with it."

"Think about it. Do you want to go to the beach?"

Kitty smiled.

Before they left the bar, Johnny handed Sam forty dollars and said he'd be back at midnight. Sam nodded. He put the money by the register.

While Johnny was driving he felt something at his crotch. Kitty had a hand there, working at the zipper. He looked at her.

Kitty smiled. "If it's all right with you?"

Johnny nodded. He used one hand to free himself for her.

Johnny felt her hand, then her lips. After a minute, she pulled away. "This is what she tastes like?"

"Maeve and who knows how many men."

He felt her tongue descend his cock, then rise to the tip. She stopped.

Kitty said, "Maeve is a pretty name." She returned to sucking him.

Shortly after midnight, Johnny walked in to the meeting room where Maeve and the men were. Michael looked over at him, Johnny smiled. Johnny sat down in a chair. Michael returned to what he was doing.

The men, Johnny could see, were tiring. Charles was napping in a chair, sitting up, still naked. The four recent men still had energy, but even they were starting to flag. Maeve was in good spirits throughout.

Johnny saw her chat with the newcomers, while one or another was fucking her. She fell back into sensation, now and again, moaning, once even thrashing on the table, shaking and thumping her head and arms and legs in a strange, short, staccato burst.

Johnny saw Alex once again kneeling over Maeve, jacking off. He stood up and went over. "Alex, what are you doing?" Johnny, when he came closer, saw Maeve's face was covered with cum, she had her mouth wide open. Her eyes were shut. Her whole body moved back and forth as she was being fucked. The motion of her breasts captivated Johnny. He heard Alex say, "Now."

Johnny looked back to her face and saw Alex cum. A strand crossed Maeve's face, some landing in her mouth, most not. Maeve licked the cum off her lips, she smiled and turned her head slightly toward Johnny. Her eyes were still shut.

"Alex, what are you doing? She's covered with it."

Alex looked to him while he picked up his camera. "I think it will look neat in the photos."

Johnny shook his head. "Alex, you're strange. You're not turning beatnik on me, are you?"

Alex had the camera aimed, he waited. Maeve moaned, her mouth opened slightly, she brought her hand up to rest by her ear. Alex snapped the shot.

Johnny wondered what it would look like in a photo. What any of this would look like in a photo. Johnny left the meeting room and got another beer from the bar. He sat at a table and thought.

At two, Sam the bartender came over. "Sir, we're closing up."

Johnny looked to him. Johnny was tired. He couldn't imagine how Maeve felt. "OK. I'll clear them out. Is it all right if I wait here while you take your turn? Take as long as you want." Johnny stood up. As he walked to the room, he wondered what Michael had told Alice. He wondered about the good looking redhead who had come up to him after he came back from his time with Kitty. He figured two was pushing it. Still, three was tempting.

He started to clear the room. Most had finished a long time ago. They had resorted to using beer bottles. The guys were like a bunch of kids around her, giggling and seeing what they could do next.

Johnny went up to Maeve. "Just one more." He looked at her. She nodded without looking at him. There was a puddle of cum on the floor beneath her, there was cum spattered over most of her upper body. His jacket and her dress were soaked.

Johnny walked up closer, lifted her legs to his shoulder and ran his hands down them. He moved up closer still, he bent and touched her breasts.

He heard the last of them leave and Sam come in. Sam came up and Johnny passed Maeve's ankles to him. Sam started to thrust; Johnny left the room and waited.

Johnny drove home, the streets were empty this time of night. Maeve was in the back seat, naked, sleeping. Sam had helped carry her out to the car. Sam was enthusiastic about Saturday, he had ideas. He wanted to know if this could be a regular event. Weekly, monthly, quarterly. Johnny told him they would have to see.

Maeve was snoring lightly when Johnny pulled in the drive to his home. He shut off the engine. He sat for a second listening to her. He smiled. He turned and looked at her, she was mostly in shadow from the street light. He thought back to Sunday night, of his terror when getting her out to his car naked and tied up. Johnny whispered, "I love you, Maeve." He looked at her for a minute longer, then turned around, stretched out the best he could, and fell asleep.

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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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