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Chapter Eight

Maeve barely remembered her walk to the car. As soon as she lay down in the back seat, she was asleep. She remembered waking briefly during the drive home to Johnny's. Johnny and Kitty were talking in the front seat. She heard Kitty laugh, Maeve liked the music in her voice. Maeve fell asleep listening to the sound of Kitty sucking Johnny. Johnny had pulled to the side of the road and stopped the car. There were stars out, the full moon was low in the sky. There was the sound of moisture, lips and cock. Maeve shut her eyes; she imagined Johnny smiling.

Maeve woke in the morning, Johnny was beside her, lying on his side facing away from her. She thought Kitty was on the other side of Johnny. She saw them together when she sat up.

Maeve took a shower. She liked the feeling of water pounding her skin clean. Her skin was crusty from last night, pulled tight in spots by dried cum. It took a great deal of washing to clean her hair, to free her skin of the last bits of detritus. She had her eyes shut; she stood under the shower, her hands pressed against the gray tile wall, letting the water sluice down her back. She heard a sound, the curtain moved. She thought it was Johnny. Hands, slippery hands covered with soap slid down her sides, up her stomach, held her breasts. She felt breasts pressing against her back, a sharp chin resting on her shoulder. Nice hands, Maeve thought. One hand slid down to Maeve's pussy. Magic hands, Maeve thought.

Johnny woke and lay still feeling the bed shake. He heard moans, whispers, bodies move, sometimes touching him. He lay with his eyes shut and listened to them. He thought he would ask Kitty for lessons on how to pleasure a woman. He realized last night there was more to it than just sticking a cock in and banging away.

He smiled. Maeve sounded happy.

After a bit he started to think about which one he would fuck first. He wondered if he still had a choice. He wondered if that mattered.

He opened his eyes. He watched them with wonder and awe. They were so beautiful, so graceful.

He thought he'd do Maeve first.

Maeve and Johnny lay in each other's arms, Kitty was in the kitchen. She said it would be Johnny's turn tomorrow, Maeve's the next day. Johnny wasn't sure that sounded right, but he wasn't going to argue.

He touched Maeve's cheek. "Have you considered my proposal?"

Maeve opened one eye and glared at him. "You lied to me. You said you were at work."

"I was. You two are my job now."

"You're underhanded. You lie, cheat and steal. You do all sorts of terrible things."

"I'll accept some of those things. I don't steal."

Maeve opened her other eye and grinned. "I know that."

"Do you like Kitty?" He moved his hand to cup her breast.

"She's wonderful. Don't ever do anything stupid and lose her." Maeve lay on her back. "I've been thinking about your proposal."

"Yes?"

"I'll marry you. I need to deal with Ronald, it should —"

"We'll deal with Ronald."

"No, I'll deal with Ronald. I know —"

"Let's get something straight here. I'm the pimp in this household, you're the whore." He paused. "We'll deal with Ronald."

Maeve turned her face to him. "We'll deal with him. But I can deal with him, you don't —"

Johnny climbed over her; he kneeled looking down at her. "You're a magnificent woman, Maeve. Beautiful, sexy, intelligent, everything a man could want."

"I thought I was disgusting. My touch defiled you." She glared at him. "That was mean."

"Everything a depraved, wicked, degenerate man could ever want."

"If we're going to be married, does that mean we can fuck now?"

"I think it does, babe."

"I don't like babe. I like whore better," Maeve said. She smiled licking her lips. "Come, fuck your whore, Johnny."

Johnny was thrusting slowly. He felt a hand between them, moving in Maeve's pussy. He opened his eyes. Kitty was lying alongside Maeve. She smiled at Johnny. She kissed Maeve while Johnny thrust. He could feel her fingers circle his cock briefly, he could feel her do something to Maeve that had Maeve's pelvis thrashing. Maeve jumped, her body moved under him. Maeve was staring at him, her eyes filled with tears, her body fluttered again. She shut her eyes while Johnny thrust. Her moans and the words she was speaking, a jumble of syllables, dream talk, filled Johnny's mind. That was where he was going. That place, the root of those sounds.

He came and collapsed.

He woke up to Maeve and Kitty discussing wedding plans. They had peculiar ideas about how a reception should be done. He wasn't going to argue. It sounded like fun. It sounded like he would make some money.

Johnny sat at the dinning room table with stacks of bills arranged before him. They totalled five hundred forty-three dollars. He wasn't sure about the uneven amount, but it didn't matter. He knew he'd given Sam some extra, Kitty some, Charles and Michael money for keeping things from getting out of hand. He'd even paid Alex.

Johnny sat back in his chair. He thought about last night. He remembered how surprised he was when he noticed how many men who had paid to get into the Robin Hood Room only watched. Charles noticed, too. He had just been watching one of these wallflowers when Johnny caught his eye. They had looked at each other and both of them had shaken their heads. There were a number of men who only stood on the fringes of activity and watched. There were a number of men who only jerked off, onto the floor, onto Maeve and, later, onto Kitty. He couldn't imagine not wanting to touch Maeve or Kitty, not wanting to do more and doing it. He shook his head. He was sure his grandmother had told him more than once, "To each their own." Her eyes would sparkle at him at moments like that.

He was going to buy Alex that movie camera. He wished Alex had it last night. He wondered how much film cost, what the processing would cost. He wondered how to make a film, get copies made. He wondered how he would sell stag films.

He separated two piles of one hundred thirty-six dollars each, one for Maeve and one for Kitty. He looked up as Kitty walked naked into the room, her paper bag in hand, a big smile on her face. She bent down to kiss Johnny. "Thank you, Johnny," she said. "I can quit my job now."

Johnny pushed her pile of money to her. He smiled. "It was a good night." He watched her face as she counted. She looked up at him, she kissed him.

"Kitty, if you and your son move in here, you'll save on rent."

She nodded. "Maeve already asked me."

"You told her?"

"I'll try you both for a week or two before doing that." She dumped the money into the bag and shook it. "That's a big step for me."

"OK." He looked at her. "You're still working for me?"

"Sure."

"Good." He smiled. "Maeve and I were going over to her house shortly, want to go?"

"Maeve already asked me." Kitty smiled. "I'm coming along. I want to see Ronald."

"You both might want to dress. First impressions and all that."

"You don't like the way I look?" She started to walk away.

"I love the way you look. I'm going to wear clothes, too."

"Well all right." She shook her hips at him, looked over her shoulder and grinned.

"Maybe I should follow you. I'd hate for you and Maeve to become distracted."

Johnny, Maeve and Kitty sat stiffly together on the couch in Maeve's dining room. Johnny was drinking coffee; Maeve and Kitty were sipping a green colored liqueur. Johnny realized, after several visits, how richly furnished the house was. The decor was Danish modern, restrained and refined.

They heard a car pull up. Maeve stood and prepared Ronald's favorite drink, scotch, and handed it to Johnny. Maeve sat back down.

It was Johnny's turn to stand. He waited by the door.

Ronald walked into his house, saw Johnny with a scotch held out to him, Maeve and another woman sitting on the couch. They stood up and Maeve smiled. Ronald looked to Johnny.

"We need to talk, Ronald." Johnny handed him the scotch.

Maeve came up, took Ronald's hand and led him to the dining room. The table was spread with cheese, bread and crackers, smoked mullet and a paté along with ice, liquor bottles and glasses.

Kitty held a chair for Ronald, seated him and she sat next to him. She looked at Ronald. She looked at Maeve and a smile came to her face. She looked at Johnny who had seated himself across from Ronald and she grinned. She watched Maeve sit opposite her, on the other side of Ronald. Maeve put her hand on the table and Johnny covered it with his. Johnny looks so serious, Kitty thought. She smiled and looked at Ronald who was looking at her. She arched an eyebrow at him.

Johnny spoke. "Ronald. We have a small problem. I love Maeve."

"And I love Johnny," Maeve said. She looked hard at Ronald.

Ronald laughed. He said to Johnny, "You know we aren't married, don't you?"

Johnny looked at Maeve. She gave him a small sheepish grin.

Ronald continued. "She's my half sister, my father's daughter."

"How's dad?" Maeve asked.

Johnny stared at Maeve. Kitty was grinning. She was about to burst out laughing.

"He's doing well," Ronald said. He took some cheese and crackers and placed them on a plate. He looked to Johnny. "Our family's money is primarily in oil. I say I'm in insurance just so women don't pester me."

Johnny noticed Kitty's face. "You knew?"

Kitty touched his shoulder. "Maeve told me last night. It was garbled, she was almost asleep. You'd gone back to get the rest of our things."

Johnny turned to Maeve. "Then everything was a lie?" He started to shift his hand. She held it.

Maeve shook her head. "I love you. I want to marry you." She searched his face.

Johnny sat back in his chair. "Then why —?"

Ronald smiled. "Did she tell you about her father dying and having to work as a prostitute? That usually scares them off. Doesn't it, Maeve?"

Maeve smiled and nodded.

Kitty sat back in her seat and watched.

Ronald continued. "Actually, Maeve ran away from home when she was fourteen. I traced her to a whorehouse in Tijauna." He looked at Maeve. "You'd been gone from there a year by then but they still talked about you, didn't they, dear?"

Maeve smiled at Johnny.

"I found her in San Diego three years ago working in a brothel, a low class establishment — quantity not quality — sailors and dock workers mostly. How many a day, dear?"

"Ten or twenty, sometimes thirty." Maeve watched Johnny's face.

Ronald smiled at Johnny. "Double that is probably closer."

"I got a few days off every month."

"She worked the bars, then."

Maeve said, "I get," she looked at Ronald, then at Johnny, "lonely." She smiled broadly.

Johnny looked at her. "Lonely?."

"I love you, Johnny."

Johnny watched her face as she waited. Finally, he bent to her and kissed her. "I love you, too."

"Do you still want to get married?" She watched his brown eyes.

Johnny moved closer. He nodded, he smiled. They kissed. Ronald looked at Kitty and raised his eyebrows, then looked back at Maeve.

Kitty touched Ronald's hand. He looked at her. "I'm best girl," she said, "or whatever."

Ronald said, "Can I be best man?"

Johnny turned to him. "Sorry, I promised Michael."

Ronald laughed. "Then father of the bride. Dad and Maeve have irreconcilable differences."

Maeve squeezed Johnny's hand. "I like to fuck."

Johnny looked at her. He mouthed, "I noticed." He smiled.

Ronald took a sip of his scotch, put the glass down. "Marriage sounds wonderful. Dad will be overjoyed." He paused. "Now I have a problem."

Johnny looked at him.

"Maeve and I are especially close. I was wondering —?"

Johnny smiled. "Any time."

"And, I'm sorry, we were not introduced . . . this young lady?"

Kitty smiled; she looked at Johnny.

Johnny nodded to her. "Any time. This is Ronald, Maeve's brother." He looked at Ronald. "May I introduce Kitty Madison."

Maeve laughed. "Johnny, you know her name is Marston."

"Kitty Marston." He looked at Kitty. "Is that OK with you?" She nodded. He looked back at Ronald. "Any time. We're friends, we're neighbors, we're family."

Ronald looked at Kitty and smiled. "And the event?"

Maeve said, "We'll have it next month at Joe's Tavern. In the back room with just a few guests. Mostly just friends."

Kitty smiled at Ronald, "And customers."

Maeve continued, she looked at Johnny, "It will be informal." She smiled at Johnny, then looked at Kitty, then at Ronald. "We have one more problem. Wilbur, my other pimp."

Ronald smiled. "I'll take care of Mr. Wilbur. Do you think a thousand dollars would satisfy him?"

Maeve nodded. "You could try. It might take a bit more." Maeve looked at Kitty. "Then there's the motel owner."

Kitty considered. She said. "I can take care of him. You said he was greasy and thick. I can do greasy and thick." She looked at Maeve. "Is it a good spot?"

Maeve nodded and smiled. "If Bob's still there he's worth every penny."

Johnny looked at Ronald. "It looks like I can quit my job."

Ronald smiled at him. He spun the ice in his glass. "I wonder if Maeve told you her real name?"

"Don't you dare," Maeve said angrily. She looked to Johnny. "Don't listen to him. He's a troublemaker."

Ronald laughed. "She didn't." He smiled at Johnny. "It's Mabel."

Johnny looked at Maeve. He grinned at her. "I like Maeve better."

"Thank you," Maeve said. She stuck her tongue out at Ronald.

Kitty watched Maeve and Johnny kiss, then said, "Honey, do you think the boys will let us host Johnny's stag party?" She looked at Ronald. "You're invited, of course."

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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