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 NEIGHBORS 19

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   Author's Notes: NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series.  Book
Two deals with the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40-something
couple into the bisexual, anything goes, Gold Club.  After a few short
weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and Candice willing
commit heretofore-unthinkable sexual acts.  (MF, M+F, M+F+, Mf, MM, FF,
MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)

   NEIGHBORS By Art Martin CHAPTER 19

   WEDNESDAY - WEEK THREE



   I woke hearing the sounds of Candice getting ready for work wafting
through the walls.  Latrisha was still fast asleep and I gently stroked the
golden brown skin of her back.  I had an early morning hard on that would
soon need to be satisfied.  I looked forward to once again probing her
delightful pussy with my now insatiable dick, but first I had to gently
wake her.

   Candice called out from the master bedroom.  "Jim!  Jim!"

   I didn't answer, but Latrisha began to stir.  Candice walked past the
guest room, glanced in and stopped.  Latrisha was now awake and was as
horny as I was and began kissing me.

   "Jim.  Excuse me.  I just wanted a good-morning kiss.  Who's the girl?"

   "Candice, this is Latrisha."

   "Hello Latrisha, nice to meet you."

   Latrisha answered, "We met night before last at Jamal's."

   "Jamal's?  Oh, yes.  That was quite a party!  I got to go Jim, see you
this afternoon."

   "No you won't.  I've got to go out on a logging job."

   "Why didn't you tell me that yesterday?"

   "I did.  You were too tired to listen."

   "Oh, I see.  When will you be home?"

   "Thursday if all goes well, but most likely on Friday."

   "Okay Babe.  I'll find something to entertain myself with."

   "I'm sure you will."

   She kissed me and was gone.  I returned my full attention to Latrisha
and wasted no time in engaging her sexually.  I would have liked to have
taken my time with this girl, but I had to get to Doc Marin's and she had a
modeling job she needed to get ready for.  I had her ride my dick as I
fingered her clit, which brought her off very quickly, after which I rolled
her over and furiously fucked her bringing me quickly to orgasm.  As quick
as it was, it was very satisfying for both of us.  We got up, showered, and
dressed.  I grabbed my bags for the field and soon I was dropping her off
at the gym.

   I parked, and walked across the street and into Dr.  Marin's office. 
There were several women in the waiting room and they all stared at me as I
checked in.  I was quickly escorted through several hallways to an
examination room, except this was no ordinary examination room.  It was
opulently furnished, not as a doctor's office, but more as a room in a
cathouse, with a big brass bed and mirrored ceilings.  The carpet was a
deep wine color and the walls were covered with floral wallpaper with a
deep red background.  There were two stuffed chairs separated by a small
table along one wall and a pair of hat racks for clothing along another. 
The artworks gracing the walls were of nudes.  I thought of Candice's last
appointment with the good doctor, it was probably in this room.

   Marsha told me to undress and wait.  I waited, sitting naked on the bed,
watching my reflection on the ceiling.  About twenty minutes later a woman
walked in.  She was a red head in her late forties and past her prime.  I
thought she could improve her appearance with a visit to a good plastic
surgeon, but she was not unattractive as she was, just in need of a little
professional bodywork.

   Her green eyes flashed.  "My, my, you are a handsome stud," she said as
she stroked my bare chest.  Her hand slid down to my dick that responded
immediately to her caressing touch.

   "Nice dick!  Big, yet not too big.  I wasn't expecting such a nice bonus
this morning."

   She began undressing, neatly hanging her clothes on the empty hat rack.
She approached the bed and put her freckled tits to my face.  I remembered
what Bob had said Saturday night, 'I've never turned down a willing slut.'
And neither was I, so I gave her a good fucking.  After I was finished,
Marsha came in and took cultures of my semen from her pussy and milked out
a sample from my soft cock.

   The red head got up, got dressed and left.  She had on an ankle
bracelet, but I didn't even know her name, nor did I care.  As unorthodox
as the "medical procedure" was, it was apparently over.

   I started to get dressed and Marsha stopped me, "Where do you think
you're going?"

   "I'm finished, right?"

   "I hope not!  Just relax and enjoy the morning."

   I realized then that I was to be used like a male whore.  "Look Marsha,
I can't stay here all day.  I've got to be in Louisiana by nightfall."

   "Stay until lunch?"

   I decided, 'What the hell.  Let's see what the morning brings'.  "Okay,
until lunch, then I've got to go.  Oh, by the way, what are the results of
the cultures taken two weeks ago?"

   "All negative.  You're free to fuck away, so enjoy it.  Now pee in the
cup...  Here let me hold it for you." She smiled as she shook the last
drops of urine from my flaccid peter, kissed it and went about her
business.

   During the course of the morning two other women visited me.  I serviced
them in a perfunctory fashion.  I didn't ask names and neither did they
offer them.  I now had a little appreciation for the emotions of whores in
general.

   It was close to noon and I was ready to go.  Marsha came in, undressed
and she went down on me.  She was sucking away at my dick giving me good
head when Doc walked in and dropped his pants.  She switched from sucking
me to sucking him, presenting her ass to me at the same time.

   "How does she want it, Doc?"

   He pulled from his lab coat pocket a tube of KY and gave it me.  "Put it
in her ass!"

   Once lubricated I had no trouble entering her wonderfully rubbery ass,
and I gave her a good butt fucking, varying my thrusting techniques
starting with a 9 and 1 stair-step and finishing off with a straight hard
butt fuck.  She had enough before I was finished and she pulled off of me
by falling to the floor in a swoon.  Doc looked down at her and smiled.

   He demanded, "Finish me off!" The command was directed to me.

   He guided my head to his dick.  It was quite large, at least eight
inches long and thicker than my own dick.  I took his wet bulbous glans
into my mouth and worked just it with my lips and tongue.  Marsha had
already brought him close to coming and I didn't have to work very long
before a hot stream of semen shot into my mouth.  I swallowed the tangy cum
and sucked to get more.  As his dick started to soften he pulled away and
zipped up his pants.

   "Very good, Jim.  We'll see you again in one month." Recovering his tube
of KY, he turned and left the room.

   Marsha was still curled up on the floor naked when I left.  I navigated
my way through the maze of hallways and finally found the waiting room. 
Several women were waiting and stared at me as I left.  I wondered how many
of these expected or hoped for a 'bonus' today.

   Soon I was at the airport to catch a shuttle flight to Houston where I
rented a car to drive out to the drill site.  I arrived at the rig around 8
o'clock.

   Stepping out of the car I heard a loud "BANG" and the earth shook.  I
knew what that meant.  I put on my hard hat and made my way to the rig
floor to be informed that we had reached our total depth of 11,600 feet,
but the drill pipe was stuck.  They were working the "jars", a downhole
subassembly that acted like a hammer to free the stuck drill pipe.  The rig
hands reset the tool and pulled.  "BANG!" Shit!  Even if they got free
right now, it would take at least twelve hours to condition the hole and
trip out with the drill string.

   I left the rig floor and went to the rig supervisor's trailer and
consulted with him and the operator's geologist, Sammy, whom I had known
and worked with for several years.  Sammy showed me the drill times from
the mud logger, and we agreed that we had cut the main target right where
we were supposed to, and I agreed with his conclusion that we were stuck
differentially in that sand due to pressure depletion.  Not good!

   Being stuck is bad enough, costing about $30,000 a day while you're
stuck, and if you can't get unstuck, you stood to loose a good portion of
the drill string.  That could cost another $250,000, and you then had to go
back and re-drill the hole.  It was an expensive operation that could
easily double your total costs before it was all over.  But the fact that
our main target was pressure depleted was worse.  That meant the gas had
been produced by some other well and we now stood to have an expensive dry
hole.

   We discussed our options and I agreed with their plan of attack to free
up the drill pipe.  There wasn't much else for me to do other than sit
around, drink strong coffee and either shoot the bull or watch TV.  The
conversation tonight naturally revolved around the stuck drill pipe, which
did nothing to ease my mind while I was financially hemorrhaging.

   I opted to watch TV and as is the norm for a drilling rig, the satellite
channel of choice was the Playboy channel.  Normally watching a porn movie
while on location was a great way to get your mind off of the operations
going on, but tonight it only reminded me of Jack's sex videos of our
children.  I decided to go find a motel room away from the noise of the
drilling rig and left instructions to call my cell number in the morning
and give me an update.

   The nearest town was Port Arthur, Texas and as I crossed the bridge over
the Sabine River I thought of my companions at Galveston, Josh and Karen. I
remembered that they lived in Port Arthur, but it was past midnight so I
decided not to call.  I found a Holiday Inn and settled in for the evening.
The SE-42 and vegetable juice elixir was having a powerful effect on me.  I
had to masturbate before falling asleep.  All through the night I slept
fitfully, wanting to fuck somebody, anybody.



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