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Chapter Seven

Johnny and Maeve woke at nine in his bed. They knew it was nine because of the voices and knocking. Johnny kissed Maeve. "Ready for your fans?" he asked.

"I wish I didn't have to." She pouted.

"I know you do. But, we have the schedule." Johnny's voice became harsh. "We wouldn't want to do anything foolish, would we?"

"You can be so mean." Maeve sat up.

"So can you. Remember?" Johnny turned her to him and they kissed. Johnny got up to let his friends know Maeve was awake so they would stop their knocking.

Johnny and Maeve walked to the garage. Maeve finally had a chance to see it. There were coffee, glazed donuts on a small table, and eleven expectant faces. Johnny's face was impassive. Maeve took a donut and a cup of coffee and walked to the wall of photos.

"She'll be ready shortly, boys." Johnny could almost hear the nods as they watched her voluptuous body cross the room.

Maeve had put back on the high heels with straps. She stood naked otherwise in front of the wall looking at the photos, eating her donut. Then she turned, just the upper part of her torso and grinned widely. "These pictures are great, Alex." She turned completely and walked over to the table to get another donut. Her whole body swayed with each step. "Did I really do all that?"

Alex smiled. "More. I'm a day or two behind in developing and printing."

Maeve nodded. She took a sip of coffee. "I could see the flashes last night through the blindfold." She looked at Johnny. "You know, I didn't like that part at first, then I did."

Johnny nodded. He smiled. "I was hoping you would like it." He stepped toward her. "You don't ever have to do something you don't like." He touched her shoulder as she finished her coffee, her eyes watching him closely. "But sometimes you need to try a thing to see if you like it or not." He paused. "Are you ready?"

Maeve put her cup to the side, smiled. "Yes."

"Someone toss a coin." He looked at Maeve. "You call whether heads is table or bed."

Maeve laughed, "Tails for the bed, of course."

A voice said, "Sorry. It's heads."

Maeve walked over to the table. "Then it's tails for the table." She hopped onto it. "Johnny, are you first?"

"I was going to have breakfast, watch for a while, then join in."

"All right," she said. She lay down on her back. She spoke to the ceiling. "Is there a pad for my rump?"

There was a scurry, then a short, medium-build man rushed over with a folded towel. Maeve lifted her rear. He slipped it under.

"You get to be first since you've rescued this damsel in distress." She paused. "OK, fellows?

There were nods and a few, "Yes's." The man dropped his pants and shorts and moved up to her.

Johnny walked to the other side of the table, knelt and kissed her. He felt her body stiffen then relax as the man entered her, he felt her body move as they kissed. He held her head as they kissed, her chin to his nose. They kissed, then he pulled away.

"I love you," Johnny said.

"I love you," Maeve said. "I love your kisses and your hands. I love your voice. I love your eyes as they watch me." She smiled. "I love the way this fellow is fucking me. You'll have to introduce us." She shut her eyes. "Later."

Johnny walked back to the donuts. "Don't let me hold you back, guys. You have until one." He picked up a donut and smiled as they took their clothes off and rushed over to the table.

Johnny loved donuts. It looked like he was going to get all of them.

Maeve and Johnny were in his bed wrapped around one another. They had slept after Maeve's morning session with Johnny's friends. Johnny saw by the clock that it was six, it was time to get up.

Johnny touched Maeve's cheek. "Maeve?"

She smiled. "I'm awake." She opened her eyes. "I was lying here thinking how good this feels." She turned to him. "This is the best part."

Johnny smiled. "This is the best part for me, too." He kissed her cheek. "Maeve. I want to propose to you. Marriage. The ring. The whole nine yards." He laughed. "Pretend I'm on my knees, my hands are clasped together. I want to marry you, have you as my wedded wife." He looked to her and grinned. "And whore."

Maeve started to speak, Johnny touched her lips, silencing her.

"Tell me after tonight. Tomorrow, or later still." He paused, he laid his head down. "I have a problem, too." He paused. "I think you'll like it. But I may be wrong. Terribly wrong." He paused. "Like you with Wilbur." He paused. "So tell me after tonight."

Maeve nodded. He could feel her head move. She raised herself and looked down on him, smiled. "I do want to marry you, Johnny."

"I'm overjoyed you don't hate me." He turned onto his back. "There's more." He touched her arm. "After sharing you with my friends, I can't really stop, can I? And, after selling you to men, and liking the money, I can't really stop that either, can I? You'll still be my whore and I your pimp." He watched her face. "I hope to do properly by you, no more of this cheap stuff. We'll do it right this time. And you will be my partner, have equal say."

She watched his face. She nodded. "I like your friends, Johnny." She touched his cheek and drew her finger to his ear and down his jaw. "I want to make you happy, but I am not sure about that."

"Being my whore?"

"Maybe I should think more about this. Maybe I don't want to be your whore." Her finger dropped off his chin. "I'm sorry, Johnny."

"Think about it." He looked away from her then back. "Maeve, about those photos Alex has taken, I would never give any to Ronald. No retribution, no blackmail. But, the photos are being distributed. I can't guarantee he'll never see one."

"I can handle Ronald." Maeve smiled.

"Alex has me thinking about movies, Maeve. Would you, if you say yes, like to be in a movie?"

Maeve smiled, she grinned, thinking. "A movie?"

"Not a Hollywood movie. Something lower, more degrading. Stag films." Johnny watched her face. She looked happy.

"A movie." She kissed Johnny. "That Alex."

Johnny watched Maeve. She sat naked, across from him at the table. A spot of salad dressing glistened on her left breast. "It's time." He pushed his plate away and put his elbows on the table. Maeve held her wineglass to the side of her face. Johnny had noticed in the past that she hardly ever ate a full meal before one of her night sessions. She'd push her food about on the plate, eat the salad, carry on a conversation with a fork or knife in her hand; she would even sometimes take a bite of the meal.

Maeve put the glass down. "You know there are other things I'd rather be doing." She smiled at him. "I hardly ever see you." She sat back in her seat. She stretched. "Today has been wonderful." She touched her glass, ran a finger along the rim. "Thank you." She smiled.

Johnny stood. "I'm getting the rope, think of anything you want to take along. Bread. Cheese. You must get hungry."

Maeve shook her head. "I'm ready." She waited.

Johnny came back with the rope. Two short pieces, and a third, longer piece. "Hold out your hands."

Maeve stood and held out her hands in front of her. "You're getting used to this," she said. She smiled impishly. "I like experienced men."

He finished tying her hands. He gave her a kiss then backed from her. "You're riding in front with me, this time." He paused. "You lead."

She walked in front of him. She turned and smiled at him over her left shoulder. She faced forward and tried to use her hands to open the front door, but could not.

"I'll do that." He passed her. He turned when he was alongside her and put his hand on her left breast. As she turned to him, starting to smile, he smacked her butt hard with his other, open hand. The sound was loud in the hall. She jumped and cried out. Johnny took her black hair and pulled her to him. She looked at him in surprise.

"You have your schedule," he said. "I have my rules for tonight." He shook her head. "Are you going to listen, or shall we do this outside?" He let go of her hair.

Maeve looked at him, her blue eyes showed fright. She nodded briefly.

Johnny pushed her against the beige wall. One hand held her shoulder. The other hand traveled over her body as he talked. His face was inches from hers.

"Rule number one. Never call me Johnny tonight. Understand?" He pushed her shoulder harder against the wall. The rough plaster cut into her skin.

Maeve nodded. She watched his lips as he spoke.

"Rule number two. When we're there, every time you see me you will stop talking. If I touch you, you will beg me to fuck you. If I don't fuck you, beg harder."

Maeve smiled, she nodded.

"Rule number three. Tonight is not going to be according to your schedule. Understand?"

She looked at him, she nodded.

"Rule number four. No arguments, no back talk."

She nodded.

Johnny stroked her breast, he slid his hand down her stomach, he touched her pussy. He dropped his left shoulder slightly and felt her. He watched her face. He slid two fingers in her, moved them in and out of her. "Rule number five. I want to hear you. I want to hear you loud and clear. Understand?" He looked at her. He started jamming his fingers into her. "Understand?"

Maeve shut her eyes and dropped her head forward so it rested on his shoulder. She began to moan.

"Louder."

Maeve shook her hips from side to side, she moaned into his ear, she growled.

"Louder."

Maeve pushed against the hand holding her shoulder, she cried into his ear. She rubbed her teeth across the fabric of his shirt. She bit his shoulder, she shook.

Johnny held his fingers in her, pulled her to him, felt her body slump against him. "Louder," he said.

Maeve wailed. She bit him again and sobbed.

Johnny pushed her against the wall, withdrew his hand and pushed her head back. He looked at her eyes. "Rule number six. Fuck every person there as if they were me. Do better than that." He pushed his lips onto hers and kissed her. He backed away. "Whose whore are you?"

"I'm your whore." She smiled, her lips bruised and shaking.

"Whose whore?" He pressed her into the wall. "You're not my whore. Whose whore?"

"Joh—"

"Don't say it." He paused. "Whose whore?"

She shook her head.

Johnny pushed her harder. His left hand was squeezing the skin on her side. "You fuck anybody. You're everybody's whore tonight. Understand?"

Maeve nodded. She looked at his eyes.

"If they want to take you out onto the street, tie you to a lamppost for passerby to fuck, you'll do it." He shook her. "Understand? If they want to take you to some bar to fuck for beers, you'll do it. If they want you to do things you'd never do, you do it." He shook her. "Understand?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the wall. "Maeve doesn't exist anymore. Just a cheap whore's cunt or mouth, asshole or tit. That's all that exists." He shook her. "And that cheap whore will cry out in pleasure while they abuse her body." He shook her. He took her hair and pulled back. "Because she wants to be fucked. Because she wants to be hurt." He shook her head. "Don't you?"

Maeve looked at him sideways. She blinked her eyes, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"And every minute while this is happening, you'll be thinking I love you. That Johnny loves you." He shook her head. "Won't you?"

Maeve licked her lips; she nodded against Johnny's hand holding her hair.

Johnny turned her head to him. "You won't know if I really love you until this is all done, will you? You won't know until I carry you out to my car and bring you home with me. Or abandon you in some park for bums to fuck. You will hope I love you, all night you will hope I love you. But you won't know, will you?" He pulled her head back and let go.

"Joh— . . . I love you so much. Please don't do this to me." She shook her head; tears had made her face red and splotchy. Her eyes were puffy. Her face was wet.

Johnny used his hand to pull her head to him. He let go of her side and held her head with both hands. He kissed her hard, he kissed her tenderly. "Ready?"

Maeve nodded. She smiled, her lips trembled. "You scared me."

He pulled her out the door. "Stay scared." He pushed her to the car, opened the passenger door, let go of her. He didn't care if his neighbors saw them. She sat in the seat; she watched him. He shut the door. Johnny sat in the driver's seat, shut his door. He started the car, pulled out of the drive without looking at her.

Johnny remembered her on Sunday, telling him if he was half the man he'd thought he was he'd . . . He didn't know what he was doing. He wasn't the same person he was a week ago. He wasn't sure if he was doing the new Johnny correctly. If he'd become the man she'd wanted.

Johnny pulled into an alley and parked. Maeve looked at him; she turned her head and faced to the front of the car. Johnny opened his door. "Someone will come and get you. You'll do what they tell you to do." Johnny shut the door. "Maeve, if I don't see you again, I just wanted to tell you what a great week it's been. I made almost five hundred dollars off of you." Johnny walked away.

Maeve waited in the car. It was a dark alley, narrow and its architecture was strange. Driving down a street, she normally would see the neat, regular facade of storefronts, the neat yards and fronts of houses. The architecture of the alley was not neat or regular. It was jumbled and filled with junk, junk bushes, junk ash cans, junk back ends of buildings. It seemed like hours. Several cars passed. Their headlamps made the whole interior of the car and her skin white and bright. They passed and it took time until she could see in the dark again.

Somebody banged the car with their hand and she jumped. They walked along the passenger side and opened the door. Maeve faced ahead. A hand took her and pulled her roughly out of the car. She stood, tottering, and looked at him. She did not know him. He pulled her after him, once past the car he pushed her in front of him.

Maeve was made to walk halfway down the alley. Her high heels tipped on pieces of loose gravel. Finally, he made her stop in front of a door. A piece of rope appeared and he fastened her tied hands to a rusty round pipe going from the ground to the roof at the right of the door. Then he placed a hood over her head. Maeve could not see through the cloth. The man knocked on the door. Maeve could hear footsteps walk off, leaving her to wait again.

The door opened. She heard men come out; she knew it was more than one person by the sound of their movements and their whispers. Her tied hands were freed from the pole and she was led, a person holding her arm, inside. She heard the door shut behind her. It made a faint, echoing sound as it closed. Maeve thought they were in a hallway. She was led a few steps, then she was pushed against the wall, sideways. She felt a hand roughly grope her, rub her breasts and pinch her nipples. She felt a hand push at her pussy. She stood still and waited. The hand stuck several fingers into her.

Maeve slumped against the wall. "Oh dear god, please don't kill me." She let out a moan. "Please fuck me. I'll do anything you want." She writhed against the wall. She let out a cry. "Please fuck me." They pulled her away from the wall roughly. She felt fingers being wiped against her breasts, first the fronts, then the backs of the fingers, nails dragging across her flesh.

They shook Maeve, then made her walk again. After a few steps, they stopped and she heard a door open.

She was pushed through the door, their hands left her arms. She stumbled several steps, started to fall and she felt strong hands catch her. She heard the door shut behind her. She was held for a moment, then made to walk forward; a hand firmly held her right arm. She was made to stop. Maeve heard a chair scrape, the sound of someone standing up. She knew it was a lit room; the thin fabric of the hood let her know that much.

They made Maeve walk a few steps forward, then stop. Hands now held both arms while someone else untied her hands.

"Get down," a stranger's voice said. "Get on your knees."

Maeve kneeled.

"Put your face on the floor, your hands behind your back."

Maeve lowered her face to the floor. The hood started to fall off, a hand held it up around her head. She put her hands behind her back.

One hand was taken and pulled back behind her, next to her ankle. Both were tied together. The same was done to her other ankle and hand. Her weight rested on the side of her face and her knees. Her legs were then spread for her. Hands felt her ass after doing this. Someone slipped a finger into her pussy, holding it there. She felt other fingers press her butt.

Maeve felt a rope wrap around her arm and the chair scrape. The finger in her was wriggling. Maeve started to moan softly. The finger was pulled out.

A hand slapped her ass hard. She jerked. Her head bounced on the floor. The finger reentered her pussy and wiggled. Maeve gave a cry and wiggled her butt. She cried because she knew Johnny was near. The finger left her. She felt it being wiped on her ass cheek. She heard footsteps walk away from her, a door open and close.

Maeve waited.

It was quiet in the room. Maeve heard her own breathing, she was not sure if anyone else was in the room. The hood muffled sound. The floor was hard against her knees and face. She thought it was cement or terrazzo because of the way the steps sounded. It felt smooth, she thought it was terrazzo, cold and hard.

"Happy now?" Johnny asked.

Maeve moved. Her heart had jumped at the sound of his voice.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Maeve nodded her head; it was hard to do positioned on the floor like she was. She said, "Yes."

"You wanted this, didn't you?"

"Yes," she said. "I love you." She felt the hood being pulled off her head. She saw his shoe by her face. She turned and looked up as much as she could. She could see his burgundy socks, his cuff, his pants leg. She could not see his face.

"Sam is going to be first." Johnny got up and circled her. She heard a noise then felt a cool slickness on a hand being rubbed into her asshole. Johnny walked away, she heard the door open and close. Steps came up to her.

Maeve could see the rope go from her arm to the chair. Just like she wanted. Johnny wasn't here to see her. She had not thought of that. She heard a belt unbuckled, pants drop with a rush of cloth. She heard a heavy person kneel behind her.

He rubbed her back; he used his hands to fondle her breasts. She felt his shirt drag lightly across her back as he bent over her. She felt his cock rub against her ass, she felt it press into her pussy for just a moment. She felt it leave, touch her asshole.

She felt him shove it in, hard, all the way and she cried out. She moaned as he fucked her. She moaned as his hands held her, as he thrust, as her cheek skin was rubbed between bone and floor. Her moving skin made a strange rubbery sound. Her cries became louder, until he came. Then she lay there gasping as he stood, wiped himself and tossed the rag by her face. He pulled up his pants. She could hear the buckle jangle. She heard him walk away.

It happened five times like that, one after the other. Maeve could smell shit and cum on the rags by her head. Footsteps walked up and stood by her.

Maeve waited.

The footsteps walked around her and she heard the chair creak as the person sat down. The rags were kicked away, the shoe was now by her face.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Johnny asked.

Maeve said, "Yes."

"Are you lying again?"

"Yes." She paused. "No." She waited. Johnny did not say anything. Maeve said. "I love you so much."

"Is this how you show it?"

"Yes."

"Is this the only way you can show it?"

Maeve hated talking to a shoe. "Yes. I don't know."

"What you're thinking about me may or may not be true. Could any normal man fall in love with someone like you?"

Maeve didn't say anything.

"Wouldn't he find you repulsive?"

Maeve didn't say anything. The floor was cold against her damp cheek.

"Wouldn't he find you disgusting?"

Maeve could not say anything. She was crying.

"Do you think a normal man could love you knowing that since the last time he kissed you, you've fucked ten, twenty, thirty strange men? Don't you think a normal man would just walk away from you knowing that? Don't you think he'd feel defiled just by touching you in the most innocent ways possible?"

Maeve tried to shake her head, her butt moved back and forth instead. Maeve felt a hand on her head. She heard fingers snapping. She heard the door open, a voice call out, "She's all ours, boys." She heard the room fill. She could hear men talking, moving around her. They quieted.

Johnny leaned down to her. He whispered in her ear. "Maeve. They're going to untie you after I leave. I want you to hope and pray I'm not a normal man. I want you to do everything you can to make me love you in the only way possible for you." He stroked her cheek. "Say it one more time, in words."

"I love you, oh I love you so much." She smiled against his hand. "I'll do anything for you." She blinked back tears.

She felt his hand leave her cheek. He stood up. "I want to hear how much you love me as I sit and drink my beer in the next room. I want you to show these men how much you love me. I want you to let me know that when this is done, you want me to walk in here and be the last one in you." He paused. "Ready?"

Maeve thought. She said, "I'm ready." She said quickly, "I love you," as he walked away. She thought she heard a door open and close. Men came up to her, they untied her. They raised her to her feet, but she was unsteady. Hands held her, drew her to the table and helped her onto it. She saw a tube of KY and a low pillow for her ass. She saw the mock Tudor beams. She saw the eager faces on the room full of men. She looked at the faces around her, how they stared at her, and she knew Johnny loved her. She lay down and waited for the first ones. She saw Alex standing over her with his camera. She tried not to blink as the flash went off. Then he dropped down and positioned his cock on her lips. "Hi, Alex," she said. She sucked him into her mouth. She felt the first man starting on her pussy; she heard the excitement in their voices. She felt like she had taken a long trip and now she was back home again.

Maeve hoped Johnny would understand that at times quiet meant she loved him most of all.

She felt cum spatter on her face as Alex pulled out, then the flash went off. Brightness filled the lids of her closed eyes.

That screwball, she thought, he's doing it again.

Johnny sat at the table nursing his beer. He smiled at the quiet in the main room of the tavern. He couldn't hear anything from the Robin Hood Room. Maeve must be too occupied. Everyone in the tavern knew what was going on. They watched men go in and out of the meeting room. They heard excited talk at one of the tables. Johnny had a wad of bills in his jacket pocket. He was charging ten dollars each. Sam was collecting at the bar; Charles was collecting at the door to the room, or had been last time Johnny had seen him. He needed to do another circuit soon to get money and give change. He'd have to use another pocket, or else his jacket would look lumpy. He didn't mind a lumpy jacket. He checked his watch. He'd know in two hours if Kitty were serious. He wouldn't be upset with her if she weren't.

He wondered if the men in the bar and in the other room were thinking of him as poor Johnny or as a dumb cuckold. Johnny wasn't sure if he were lucky or not. He stopped being sure of anything since last Sunday. He wasn't sad, he wasn't jubilantly happy either.

He was tired. He felt like he was holding her up, passing to her what she needed. It was exhausting at times. He wondered if Maeve understood that. How exhausting it was for him.

After midnight, Johnny felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up. Kitty moved around him, sat down in the chair beside him. She looked at him and smiled.

Johnny looked at her face. He was surprised at how much the more he saw her the more he saw in her. He smiled. "Are you really sure?"

Kitty smiled, broadly. "Yes." She pushed some bills across the table to him. "Sam said to give you this."

Johnny grinned. He took the money and dropped it in a pocket. "My clothes are stuffed with money. You'll get a quarter, since there are two of you. OK?"

"Two of us?"

"Maeve and you." Johnny stood up. "OK?"

Kitty nodded.

"Then take off your clothes."

"Here?" She looked around the tavern filled with people. She turned back to Johnny.

Johnny nodded. He watched her undress. "They're starting to flag in there. Think you can perk them up?"

Kitty nodded. She unzipped her jeans, slid them down, and stepped out of them. She placed them on the table watching Johnny all the time. He smiled at her but he seemed distracted.

"You can change your mind still. You can put on your clothes, walk out the door with fifty dollars and we'll still be friends." Johnny watched her smile.

She turned her head. "In there?"

"In there." Johnny followed her. He always liked to watch the way she made her hips sway.

Kitty walked through the door; Johnny closed it after them. The guy at the door stared at Kitty who was stark naked. Johnny smiled to himself, Charles was taking a break.

Johnny banged on a table a couple of times. Kitty jumped and looked at him. "Listen up guys," he said. "This is Kitty's first time. Any tips you give her won't be touched by me." Johnny picked up a paper bag and waved it. "It's here by the door." Johnny put the bag down on the table. He took some bills out of his pocket and threw them into the bag.

Kitty smiled at Johnny. She fell to her knees and started to unzip his pants. Johnny laughed. "No dear. Do Maeve." He looked up to the men as Kitty stood. "She really appreciates tips."

Johnny patted her bare fanny. Kitty took a step then turned. She smiled. She mouthed, "I love you," then turned and walked toward the table.

The room was still quiet. The man in Maeve's pussy or ass, it was hard for Johnny to tell, kept at it. Kitty climbed onto the table. She bent over Maeve and touched her stomach, ran her fingers across Maeve's breasts, smearing the cum on them. She licked her fingers then crawled to Maeve's head. She licked the cum from around Maeve's eyes. She rubbed her hand on Maeve's right nipple while she bent and kissed Maeve.

Maeve opened her eyes. She saw Kitty smiling down at her, blonde hair framing her face. "Who are you?" Maeve said.

"I'm the girl who's going to make you scream for more." Kitty kissed Maeve, they kissed. The man fucking her finished. He stood and watched. "Relax honey," Kitty said. Kitty moved across Maeve's body, her breasts rubbing across Maeve's, her lips across her stomach. Kitty's hand touched Maeve's pussy, felt the slippery cum, ran across its shaved surface. She slipped a finger into Maeve and held her, her thumb flicking Maeve's clit. Maeve started to move under Kitty as Kitty's mouth reached her hand. Kitty's tongue tickled Maeve. Maeve was moaning. Kitty sat up. "We have to have you scream so Johnny can hear you, honey." Kitty climbed off the table.

Maeve's hand went to her pussy as Kitty kneeled on the floor before her. Maeve's feet were perched on the table edge. Kitty moved closer, moved Maeve's hand aside and began to lick. Kitty had Maeve put her feet on Kitty's shoulders, then used her fingers to hold Maeve open.

Maeve was groaning louder, her hips were making slight jerky movements.

Kitty could feel the men move closer. She opened her eyes and saw Alex on the table preparing to stuff his cock into Maeve's mouth. Kitty withdrew. "Let her scream a bit first, all right?" She smiled, looked over her shoulder. "I'm sure she'd appreciate something to hold onto, fellows." Kitty turned back to her task. Her thumb had been flicking Maeve's clit; Maeve was shaking on the table, making gasping sounds. "Guys just don't know the right spots, do they, honey?" Kitty resumed using her tongue.

Maeve had started to say, "Oh god, oh god," over and over when Kitty felt a hand touch her pussy, a finger entered her. Kitty raised her butt slightly. She heard a man's voice say, "She's wet and ready, boys." The finger left her and she felt a cool smooth surface press her. "Sit on it," the voice said. She lowered herself onto the beer bottle and moved up and down.

Kitty removed her mouth from Maeve, turned and smiled. "That feels great. However, my asshole is lonely now. Would one of you fellows hold a beer bottle there for me?" She returned to Maeve. Maeve's cries were louder; Kitty felt a bottle neck press into her asshole. Someone had moistened it first. She thanked them in her mind as she worked her butt up and down slowly, both holes filled.

Maeve's whole body jumped, she screamed; Kitty's head was knocked by Maeve's foot that went skittering off her shoulder. Kitty turned back to Maeve and saw Alex plunge his cock into Maeve's mouth, pull out and shoot cum across her. Kitty resumed tonguing Maeve; she could feel the tremors through her tongue and on her shoulders as Maeve's feet danced. Maeve screamed when Kitty touched her clit.

Then Kitty felt herself being pulled back, the bottles fell away with a clatter. A man positioned himself and entered Maeve; she was gasping and crying, calling out in some alien tongue.

Kitty was positioned on her hands and knees on the floor a few feet away from Maeve. A cock was held before her lips, she opened her mouth and took it in as another cock entered her pussy, a large one, thick and long. She hoped he would take forever.

Kitty was finally working. She hoped Johnny and Maeve would be proud of her. She saw a camera flash go off.

At two, Sam came up to Johnny. "I have to close up, sir."

Johnny looked up. "It's been quite a night, hasn't it?" He stood. "I'll clear the room."

Sam followed him through the door and stopped. "You have two of them?"

Johnny looked over his shoulder and smiled. He turned back and faced the room. "When I have the men out, I promised Maeve I'd do her." He turned to Sam again. "You want to use Kitty?"

Sam nodded, watching. "Think I could get some of the pictures, too?"

Johnny laughed. "Anything you want." He walked into the room.

Maeve felt Johnny climb onto the table. She knew it was him even with her eyes closed. She felt him kiss her. They kissed. Her lips felt raw, not sore, it was more as if they were distant, someone else's. She felt his tongue, his hand on her cum-covered breasts. He lifted his face away.

Maeve could not open her eyes. She could feel his breath on her mouth.

"I love you Maeve, I really do." He kissed her then lifted away. "You can say it now."

"Oh Johnny, I love you so. Did you hear me? I wanted you hear me."

Johnny kissed her. "I heard you, Maeve, everyone heard you."

She felt him shift position. She heard the clatter of his belt buckle, his zipper, the rustle of cloth.

"Would you suck me, Maeve?"

Maeve nodded, she held her mouth open for him. He dropped into her, his cock rubbed along her palate, probed, her tongue greeted it.

Maeve could hear someone else. Panting and the fast slapping of stomach against butt, soft moans came from the floor below Johnny and her.

Maeve felt Johnny stop. He said, "Do you like Kitty? I was wondering if we could take her home with us tonight?" His cock began to move in and out of her mouth.

Maeve wanted to scream, to scream out the words, "You mean we can keep her?" Instead, she greedily swallowed Johnny's cum. When her mouth was empty, she smiled at the ceiling. She said, "Yes."

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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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