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   Monica 59: JAVA MAN

   Wake up calls require more than coffee.  MUG SHOTS!

   Aaron Gift had to step out for some fresh air after things got weird at
home.  He had strained his marriage to the point of no return yet somehow
it sprang back on him.  His wife Charlotte had caught he and their daughter
Monica having sex.  Although drunk at the time she ended up bringing them
all back into one bed and slept the night through.  Waking up to breakfast
in bed, Monica still in his arms, and cheerier than he could ever predict
Charlotte was in a frame of mind that worried him.  Was she having a
nervous breakdown and acting normal at the same time?  Her behavior at
first seemed all too forgiving and accepting but once Monica was out of the
room, she let on that she was hurt yet not wanting any divorce.  She simply
told him what comes around goes around.  If he could play so, could she.

   "Would Charlotte really fuck around on me?  If she did that would be a
first.  I really couldn't blame her.  All I know is I should feel lucky
because if she did divorce me, I know she would clean me out just to get
even.  No prenup was set back in the day, and my business is excellent. 
Even better if my clients Mitch and Jared come through for me at North Pole
tonight.  I hate like hell pimping Monica out but if she can bring me their
money we'd be set for a good long while.  After last night, letting them do
what they wanted to Charlotte while she was out cold was a good start. 
They couldn't have done much I know they only stuck around thirty minutes.
All I know is when I carried Charlotte to bed her face was covered in cum
so most likely that's all they did.  She was still dressed so there wasn't
any fingering or the like.  Safe bet just a facial from one or both.  That
much cum I'd suspect a duo over.  God I'm a shithead!  Who does that to a
loving wife of 22 years?  HA!  Who fucks their barely legal daughter? 
Monica's only been 18 like three months.  Acts 25 though!  I need coffee
and a chance to think.  I haven't stopped at PERKuLATER's in ages, they
usually have an awesome brew." What a name for a Starbuck's rip off!

   Rather busy over a noon hour Aaron decided to go in rather than hit the
drive-thru then sit in his car stewing.  Tonight, was just too on the line
not to work out, so he really hoped Charlotte wouldn't make a scene when he
came back home.  "I've already told her my plans to meet the guys at North
Pole.  Not about using Monica though.  God, I hope she doesn't tell
Charlotte my plan.  If Monica gets too emotional, I'm toast.  She's a tough
kid but this is her mom we're talking about.  Still, she did play with me
last night right beside Charlotte so she can't be too weepy.  Naaa!  Monica
wouldn't betray me like that and ruin tonight.  Any other way maybe." Oh
yes!  Monica was opening up to her mom in a big way.  Confession time,
within reason.  Mentioning Uncle Gary and her friend's Lisa and Michael
probably went too far.  Charlotte was still processing it all.

   "Charlotte actually set up nanny cams to catch Monica and me.  I would
never in a million years have guessed she would go that far.  Things seemed
quiet after that speaker phone incident where she questioned us, but I
thought we covered our tracks enough to get past her.  She never said
anything more after that, so I presumed we were good.  I guess I don't know
my wife like I thought I did.  I...  well look who it is." He perked up
looking through the windows as he opened the cafe door.  "I was just
thinking about you my hot little fresh off the street secretary." His
thoughts on the way in.

   Waiting in line with another girl her age 22-year-old Shelly Cortez
stood out like a sore thumb.  Sore dick to others.  This girl was so hot
the coffee here was boiling like lava.  "Christ!  Look at their ripped-out
jeans.  There's more skin than denim.  No undies either unless they're
wearing G-strings because pockets are partially missing.  Crop tops even
better.  She's only worked for me three days so I need to learn more before
I get too open, I don't need a law suit for sexual harassment.  Damn! 
Shelly's a little Anya Taylor Joy with those big brown eyes that stare
right through you.  She knows she's hot and flaunts it in small measures.
Like me she's just learning who I am.  Don't cum on too strong, like the
java here." He chuckled at his jest.

   "So, this is where you get my morning coffee each day.  I knew my office
coffee pot wasn't being used." He snuck in behind the girls, cutting in
line slightly after a permission glance.

   "Mister Gift!  Hola!" She brightened up.  "I can start buying your
coffee here if you prefer."

   "We can do that.  I'll set up an account here and you can swing by each
morning before work.  Who's your friend here?" Nipple outrageous in her
white crop, no chance of any bra.  Shelly was just as blunt wearing a gold
crop, almost a butterscotch tone to it.

   "This is my sister Beanie!  You look very nice this morning, Mister
Gift." Shelly glanced over Aaron's polo shirt and cargo shorts.  Aaron was
fairly buff for a guy who rarely worked out.  Golf was about it.

   "Beanie?  That's really your name?" He winced at the girl who looked
more like Selena Gomez.

   "It is Beatriz.  My Familia calls me Beanie."

   "Nice to meet you Beanie.  You both look...  interesting." He chuckled.
The guy he cut in line in front of concurred by nodding with a smirk.  He
had been checking the girls out.

   "It is Saturday.  We like to be...  ourselves." Shelly giggled.  "I hope
I do not give off a bad impression."

   "Nope!  I'm all for you being yourselves.  As for impressions...  I
think you've won over every guy here." He looked around to see all eyes on
the girls.  "Somehow though, I think that was the plan." Both girls laughed
and gnashed their perfect pearly whites at being busted.

   "I will not wear so little to work."

   "Maybe not so many rips in your clothes but I'm fine if you...  be
yourself."

   "So, I may wear very short dresses?"

   "Sure!  Just be careful around my clients, if you know what I mean.  I
suppose I'd need to see your outfit styles before fully committing.  Maybe
bring a change or three of clothing in case I disapprove.  Don't take that
wrong, I'm just saying I need to keep client's, not scare them off.  Can I
buy you lovely ladies' coffee?" He turns to the guy behind him, "And yours
for my cutting in line?" The nodding observer was all for that.

   "If you like.  And yes, I understand.  I will bring alternatives."

   "Can't hurt us sitting together and getting to know one another better
if that's okay with you two.  Seeing as I'm buying."

   "Nada!  We would love to join you Mister Gift.  You are right, knowing
one another better is a good thing.  I would like to make a good impression
on you for giving me the job.  It is my first secretarial position."

   "So far so good.  You answer the phones with exuberance, and you take
direction well.  I have no plans of replacing you.  Unless your sister here
takes good dictation." That made the girls giggle.  Beanie had a hunch
exactly what he meant.  "Looking for work Beanie?"

   "You have need for two secretaries?" She seemed curious.

   "Not really!  But I could be a good reference if you need it."

   "I am looking for a job that is not in any factory."

   "Hold that thought." He moved ahead of the ladies as a vacancy at the
counter came up.  Ordering his own coffee first he turned and pointed at
Shelly, she had moved closer and as he did, he found his index finger
pointing directly at her left nipple erection, a mere quarter inch from
pressing that beautiful button.  He didn't waver and panic in the least. 
Beanie smirked at his behavior then shared her own order selection
alongside Shelly's.  The guy in behind last but not least.  A few minutes
later they all had their coffees and the man thanked Aaron, leaving the
cafe without spending a dime.

   Leading the girls to a vacant booth he ushered them to sit first like a
gentleman then took the bench in front of him to himself.  "So Beanie?  You
work at a factory?"

   "Yes.  A garment factory.  Where they make graduation gowns."

   "Ah!  I thought maybe you made those short dresses for Shelly here."
Further giggles Aaron knew there was nothing he could say that they might
take wrong.  Still, caution played a role.  "I hope I don't get myself into
trouble here but do you two both...  show off this much in public?"

   "Sometimes more." Shelly laughed.  "We go swimming often.  Very illegal
bikini's yet no one stops us.  I wonder why this is?" She poses with an
index finger on her chin deep in thought before laughing.

   "Sounds like my daughter Monica.  Hell, she goes streaking in public?"

   "Completely...  naked?" Beanie flares her eyes with a grin.  "How does
she get away with that?"

   "She just does it.  Not one complaint."

   "And you allow this?" Shelly seemed mesmerized.

   "She's eighteen.  If that's what she wants to do it's her bail money. 
I'll just take it out of her college fund.  I doubt she goes to college
anyway."

   "Mister Gift?" Shelly pauses to look at her sister as if wondering if
she should speak out of turn.  Beanie nods and motions her to continue.

   "Yes, my lovely secretary?"

   "Would you like to see my fashion here and now?  I...  "

   "She takes a lot of selfies." Beanie giggled.  "We both do."

   "That's up to you two.  I won't hold anything against either one of
you." He speaks, then adds in thought, "Except my cock.  Damn, I'm glad I
hired this girl.  I just wish I needed two secretaries.  I don't want to
spend that much money when there's not much to do at times." He observed
Shelly sift through her cellphone for photos.

   "This dress I would wear to work." She shared a white dress with bulging
cleavage expressing her 38C's with a melon sized extravaganza.  The hem
line snug on her hips barely covered her coochie.  "Would this be too
much?"

   "Let's see here." He took her phone and looked at it up closely.  "Yeah,
I'd approve of that.  I might even be open to a little bit less." Beanie
and Shelly glanced at one another as if holding their breathes.  Shelly
took her phone back then skipped a few photos ahead to a bright yellow
sleeveless dress with spaghetti straps that was all that held it up,
breasts bulging to escape confinement.

   "And this one?" She slid her cell across the table.

   "You...  have a lot going on here." He chuckled.  "Wear this Monday."

   "You would really let me...  okay I will.  You have made me very happy.
I love dressing sexy."

   "Skirt looks a little long though."

   "I have much shorter." Again, she looks through her wardrobe collection
to find a black dress with shoelace style stitching up the front that
showed off fifty percent of her chest, the V cleavage going lower than her
tits.  "I will show you this but I know you will think it too much." The
skirt was pussy level.

   "I'll let you wear this one day and see how my clients react.  If I get
one complaint it never gets worn to work again." His dick was hard as hell.
"What about you Beanie?  I can tell you're looking awful eager to show me
pics too."

   "I am shameless like my sister." She giggled.  "I look good in red." She
offered a photo of a similar dress to Shelly's black one but in her case,
there were laces going up her hips as well, no underwear in sight.  Her
golden brown flesh made her look incredible.  "Front pic!  If you swipe it
will show you the sides and back better." He took her advice and flipped,
each time puckering his lower lip with a complimenting nod.

   "When can you start work at my office?"

   "You...  would have work for me?"

   "I'd be an idiot to think I couldn't gain clients by having beauty greet
them.  I'll find things for you to do."

   "I would be there simply to greet those who come in?" She seemed
confused.

   "You can share responsibilities with Shelly.  She can greet people as
well." He continued flipping photos on her cell while the girls looked at
one another out of wonderment.  Five swipes in Aaron stumbles upon a
picture of Beanie in the nude.  His eyes locked in on her breasts then her
finely trimmed bikini area, one more curious swipe he saw her entire
backside as she utilized a bedroom mirror to capture her perfection.  "What
have we here?" He mumbled and sipped his coffee to mask his wanting to grin
at his good fortune.  "Young lady here has one hell of a body.  Yep!  Even
if she sits there looking pretty, I'm hanging on to her awhile.  I'll
re-budget something to cover her cost.  Might be fun to see what I can find
for her to do.  Me, hopefully." He nodded and used his thumb to swipe
further while Shelly explored her photos, Beanie looking over her shoulder
at various images.  Shelly was by far the better beauty for his buck, but
Beatriz was certainly nothing to turn away.

   Further thumb swipes he saw pictures of her pussy up close, fingertips
parting her vulva with a welcoming offer of cum inside me please.  He
wished he could save these pictures.  "Interesting outfits Beanie.  I liked
that lavender outfit." Barely looked at.

   "With the white lace right here?" She pointed at her chest where a tiny
V of lace on that particular dress was sewn in.  "My apologizes for...  "
She blushed at pointing out her gravity defying 36C's.

   "Never blush." He wagged a finger, "You look amazing."

   "What do you think of this blue dress Mister Gift?" Shelly extended her
arm to show him her cell.  Closing out Beanie's he handed hers back before
taking Shelly's again.  "Wish I had brought my reading glasses." He
laughed. "Kidding!  I don't wear glasses." Eying the blue dress with a slit
skirt on both hips of the mini dress he lifted his brows.  "Not hiding much
there, are you Miss Cortez."

   "Then I will not wear it."

   "What did I just say?  Until I hear any complaints.  I do feel the need
to ask one question meant for both of you.  You do wear...  underwear
beneath these right?" The girls stared at him a moment without expression
then lowered their gazes with a sheepish grin.  "I'll take that as a no."

   "Sometimes!" Beanie took point, "We do not like panty lines.  It ruins
the look of the dress.  If it is important that we do, then we will."
Nodding without a verbal response Aaron shuffled through Shelly's pics
until he hit paydirt again.  Nudes of Shelly obviously taken by someone
other than herself.  Doggy style and ready for her lover, a clam so tight
and ripe he nearly rubbed his erection beneath the table.  Another picture
of Shelly titty fucking a huge cock while looking up at her photographer
with doe like eyes had him entranced.  Anya Taylor-enJOY!  Next photo
penetration time, her cunt ripped wide by whomever the Incredible Hunk was,
veins popping out of his penis.

   "You sure take a lot of dress pics.  Peach colored would be nice.  I
like soft colors." Recollection only, he was making sure she didn't suspect
he was snooping too deeply.  "There's the money shot." A photo of Shelly's
face wearing cum so thick he wondered if maybe she had more than one lover
that day.  There was enough cream on her face to warrant ten guys. 
Interesting!  Cell held long enough he closed hers and sat it down.  Time
to test them.

   "Okay!  So, tell me more about you Beanie.  What's your life like?  What
do you do for fun?"

   "Shop!" She giggled, "For clothing as you can see.  Our jeans come from
Goodwill!  We sometimes like to buy things and fashion them to fit us
and... " She nibbled her lip wanting to say more.

   "Go on!  Be honest!  As I said I'm not judging.  I could have kept my
mouth shut about my daughter but I was open with you."

   "We...  want to be open Mister Gift." Shelly began nibbling at her own
lip.  "When you hired me you asked what I did for work before coming...  to
apply.  I told you I modelled.  That was true but not only for fashion. 
Money is hard to come by so Beanie and I...  used to go online and...  "

   "A men's site for naked women." Beanie took the heat.  "I started it,
Shelly came in after.  It is very good money."

   "Ohhh!  Like Caturbait?" Chaturbate!  His version.

   "Si!  We...  were banned for life."

   "How did that happen?"

   "We ignored the fine print as they say.  We had sex with others who were
not approved by the site.  We got away with it for a month then they found
out.  There went our income."

   "Wow!  I'm proud of you two for your honesty.  I guess I owe you both
honesties as well.  I just looked at some of your nudes on your cells."
Both girls bulged their eyes, they had totally forgot their photos were in
the same folders.  "What did I say about blushing?  None of that.  Hell, if
I'd found you girls on some site I'd bury you in tokens."

   "Really?" Shelly giggled, Beanie still processing before smiling.

   "You just got a raise Shelly.  Beanie?  Work for yours." He razzed her
with his tongue.  "No underwear ever in my office.  I will check.  If I see
a bra or panties, I will fire you." The girls laughed at his what appeared
humorous act then realized he was serious.

   "You are sincere?"

   "Yes Shelly!  Matter of fact my software firm might just build its own
secret site for you to play on.  As owner I can get away with that." He
winked.  "Shelly?  One question."

   "Yes, Mister Gift?"

   "How in the hell did you take that monster cock in the pics?  That was a
bodybuilder's arm I think."

   "You are too funny Senor Gift.  Mister Gift!  He is our friend Mojo.  He
is a bouncer over at the club North Pole.  We occasionally dance there but
our family...  owns it and frowns upon us being so open."

   "Hold up!  Your family owns that club?"

   "Distant cousins, Si." Beanie nodded.  "Our parents are very religious
and give us hard times for being so open.  Even in what we wear today would
get us yelled at.  Living at home, we must hide our outfits.  Change
outside their house.  Our Uncle owns a small storage business, so we keep
our things in an 8x10 unit.  We go there to change and put on makeup."

   "Before we were cast out of the site, we used a 12x15 climate-controlled
unit as our as you say play pen.  We had a bed, and it was decorated like a
movie set.  Uncle is our savior."

   "In exchange for...?" He suspected incest.  Touchy subject considering
Aaron himself was fucking his daughter.

   "Si!  You are very smart Mister Gift.  Have I...  made you
uncomfortable?"

   "Look under the table and you tell me." He winced.  Both girls shared
one glance then slid their bottoms further apart in order to lean down and
look over at Aaron's lap.  His tented cargo shorts were ready to burst he
was standing so tall.

   "He is quite...  big." Beanie swallowed then smiled.  "Sister?" She
patted Shelly's hand on the table.  "I think our jobs are secure."

   "Is this true Mister Gift?"

   "You girls treat me right, I'll get you big money.  I happen to own a
big storage unit myself that I can clean out and turn into your play pen."

   "You will play with us?" Shelly giggled.

   "I'll be wearing a mask, but I guarantee it."

   "Then we have a deal." Both girls extended hands to be shook.

   "I think you both know where those hands need to be.  I'm going to your
family's club tonight with two clients.  My daughter is going along.  Why
don't you two get all dressed up and go along with us.  Unless you're
worried what your family might say."

   "It has been awhile since we went there Beanie.  Cousin Fernando would
be happy to see us."

   "My clients seem to know the owner there, I presume your cousin.  That's
how my daughter will get away with things tonight.  I'm making her get on
stage and strip.  Are there rules against total nudity?"

   "Nada!  We have gone nude on stage.  Fernando...  pays to let things...
happen."

   "So you've had sex in the club?"

   "Si!  Only once!  Fernando was afraid our parents would create
problems."

   "Let's hope my clients feel generous tonight.  Both of you are giving me
naked lap dances." That made them laugh again.  "There's your job at my
office Beanie.  Lap dances!"

   "I will not let you down." She giggled.

   "Nor will I Mister Gift.  Gracias for all that you offer."

   "I need to head home and get ready." He lifts his arm to check his
wristwatch for the time, "Where do you want to meet at say 6:00?  That
gives you two four hours to get sexy."

   "Do you want us in a dress?"

   "No!  Save those for work.  Surprise me!  Just...  make my dick hard,
including my clients.  When I say surprise me...  I mean work for those
raises." Dicks as much as monetary compensation.  They understood
perfectly. Ideas of attire were already being envisioned.  "The Boss has
spoken." He winked and got up.  Even with a massive hard on he stood proud
and faced them.  "You can say goodbye to him now." Both girls reached over
and took turns gripping his erection through his shorts and shook it as if
his hand.  There were those doe like eyes.

   "Our Uncle's storage unit." Shelly nearly forgot.  "The corner of Rooker
and Zellers.  We will be at the gate by 6:00."

   "Sounds like a hooker hangout."

   "Only if money becomes...  too hard to cum by." Beanie winked.  "It is
not our first choice we promise you."

   "Good!  Let's not go there when I can find you much better...  clients."

   "Si!  We have faith in you Mister Gift.  Your name...  says it all."

   "I'm your Aaron Boy." Errand!  He left them to finish their coffee.

   "Sister?" Beanie huddled close to Shelly, "Have we sold our souls?"

   "We did that long ago."

   Batshit giddy the girls hopped up and down in their booth.  Adventure
had their names tattooed on their uteruses.  Marks of the Devil's
daughters! The Barista wiping tables simply smiled.  Caffeine was their
pimp!

   ********

   Back at home...  The Gift residence.

   Monica had showered after her revelations to her mother.  There was so
much more she could open up about but thought it safer to stop while she
was ahead.  Her mother was already losing her mind over so much going on
behind her back that it was going to take time and lots of wine to fully
relax.  Staying in her room for safety she finally heard a knock on her
door.  "Painting my nails."

   "Would you like some help?" Charlotte spoke, hovering up close to her
door.  Finally dressed herself, Charlotte was just lonely.  Lost at the
moment.  "We don't have to talk about any of this.  Honestly, I'd rather
not."

   "Cottonballs, just a second." She adjusted the cotton between her toes
on her left foot.  Climbing from her bed, her body still air drying nude
from her shower, she unlocked her door and opened it.  "Come on in, I'll
let you paint me into a corner."

   "I don't wish for that Monica.  You're an adult now, make your mistakes
and deal with them as you see best.  I've tried to raise you with values
but now I know that's just not possible.  All I can do is be there and pick
up the pieces should you need me." Charlotte sat across from Monica, who
was propping her foot on a towel beneath her to catch paint droplets. 
"Hand me the bottle." Hostile takeover Charlotte began painting her
daughter's nails.  "Hot date tonight?"

   "Never know!  Hanging with some old friends.  I am horny, so probably,
I'm always horny.  What about you?  Decide on your plans for the evening?"

   "I plan on getting shitfaced drunk and try not to think too hard.  I
have three bottles of Rose in the fridge waiting for me to drain them dry."

   "I'll probably be draining some big dicks dry tonight." Monica chuckled.
"You could use those wine bottles to play spin the bottle with yourself."

   "Really?" Charlotte looked at her with a pathetic response, "Mock me
after...  all that you two are putting me through?"

   "Sorry!  It just blurted out.  Sometimes I just can't control myself. 
Besides it wouldn't be any fun by yourself."

   "Not even remotely!  I considered going out for a drink by myself, but
I'm afraid I'll get hit on."

   "Would that be so horrible?  I thought you said earlier that if Daddy
could play you could.  Please don't take this wrong mom but, I would never
ever blame you if you cheated on dad now.  Don't think it doesn't hurt me
what we did but..."

   "You will never stop.  I'm well aware that you two will continue
breaking the law.  Let's just hope no one finds out."

   "The cops won't arrest me.  I'm fucking them too."

   "So you've said.  It could always go higher than the local police,
someone who would enforce that they do something.  Never think you're
invincible sweetheart."

   "I get that.  I just think I have enough people on my side that will
keep me safe."

   "So, how has school been?  Changing the subject."

   "We just finished putting together the yearbook two weeks ago.  They
should be here this week, they get printed here in town.  You will not
believe what we've done." She laughed as Charlotte finished her left foot.
Right foot offered up Charlotte appeared interested.  "We've been slick. 
Over half of the yearbook is risquÃ(C) without looking obvious. 
Cheerleaders were giving blowjobs behind their pompoms and everything."

   "Oh God!  You have corrupted your school too?"

   "Told you I've fucked teachers.  Principal Janson is my slave now.  I
even talked the girls coach, total lesbo into fucking Janson with a strap
on.  Now that was a miracle.  I'm just that good." She laughed.

   "Honey that is so wrong."

   "I know!  But Lloyd...  I call him Knave...  he does whatever I tell him
like a lost puppy.  Please don't get anyone into trouble.  I wasn't going
to admit that but I like this new honesty thing we're developing."

   "I went outside naked earlier, to talk to Brock." Charlotte felt like
giving her daughter a taste of her own medicine.  "While you were over at
Ryan's."

   "Nice!  Didn't it feel awesome?  The freedom!"

   "It was terrifying.  The neighbors saw me.  Charlie next door, Kramer
and his friends sat outside toasting me with beer bottles.  I nearly peed
in the yard I was so nervous."

   "Then adrenalin came into play didn't it?"

   "Yes, it did.  I...  faced it without running off.  After everything I
just needed to feel...  wanted I guess.  If your father wants you more than
me I feel...  second fiddle."

   "He did fuck you this morning.  I bet Brock loved watching that. 
Brock's a freak.  Can you believe he recorded video of me masturbating from
upstairs in his bedroom?  We watched it together."

   "Really?  You've had sex with Brock?"

   "All three as of earlier.  Kyle was the hold out, but he came upstairs
and caught Ryan and I.  Next thing I know I was getting it up the ass by
Kyle while riding Ryan."

   "Good Lord, Monica.  I've never in my life had it in both...  did it
hurt?"

   "Not anymore.  I get it up the ass a lot these days.  Love it!"

   "That must have been after Kyle came home while I was outside.  Brock
gave me his shirt in a hurry.  Kyle had to know something was up."

   "Maybe I owe you thanks then."

   "For what?"

   "Kyle was hard before he took me from behind.  You must have turned him
on.  Guys his age like Cougars."

   "I am not a Cougar." Yet!  "There is no way I turned that young man on."

   "Mom!  You're beautiful.  Don't underestimate yourself.  Wasn't it
obvious the old fart posse liked what they saw?"

   "Be nice!  I suppose so.  I'm just letting it all sink in.  I was just
looking online for local fitness trainers.  I emailed one here in town and
enquired rates and if he does in home sessions.  He even does massage
therapy."

   "That's the spirit Mom.  Those guys are notorious for getting their
trainees hot and heavy."

   "Well, I have the heavy part going for me.  I need to lose at least
forty pounds."

   "All in the caboose Mom.  You still have a rocking booty.  Want me to
teach you how to twerk?"

   "Heavens no!  I'd throw my back out."

   "Your trainer does massage if it does." She giggled.  "Is he cute?"

   "I don't know.  His name is Duncan Packhouse.  His muscles are
intimidating."

   "Oh boy!" Monica grit her teeth.

   "Let me guess...  you had sex with him too."

   "I delivered pizza with Ryan to his house one night.  He went to school
with Kyle.  They were having a football party and I got gangbanged.  He
held me down and...!" Monica got the shivers, "Fuck he was amazing." The
upcoming birthday party for her friend Toby could not come too soon.  She
made Toby promise to instigate and have his party friends rape her and be
extremely aggressive.  Not since the bar Brock took her to had she lost so
much control.  With her appetite constantly ravenous she counted the days.
In her mind she sighed, "Maybe I should just go back to Dunk's house until
the party.  Naaa!  Too busy.  Maybe after graduation." Weeks away still,
she would have that party to keep her happy.

   "Then I'll scratch him off my list.  I don't think I could handle being
around someone else who has...  had you."

   "Go for it!  He's a good guy.  Seriously!  It's not like you have to
have sex with him." Hearing this Charlotte winced at her daughter.  Within
her mind Charlotte told herself, "Maybe I should.  That would get Aaron's
goat I bet." She would not scratch him off of her list but she would not
tell him she was Monica's mother.  "Monica?  I'll hire him but I want you
to keep our relationship to yourself.  I do not want him to question me
about you.  This is for me, to build my own self-esteem."

   "No problem!  I'll probably be in school when you have him over.  Dad at
work and all."

   "Right!  Let me workout in peace."

   "I love you Mom.  Thanks for doing my toenails.  I can do my fingers." A
sudden knock on her bedroom window the ladies looked over.  "It's Ryan and
April.  Want to meet April?"

   "Sure!  Umm?  You set them up, right?"

   "Yepper!  Stupidest thing I've ever done." She stood up and waddled on
the balls of her feet and lifted her window.  "Hey guys!"

   "Do you ever wear clothes?" April giggled.  "I heard you fucked my man."

   "You told her?  Dammit Ryan I wanted to give the bitch here a dose of
her own medicine."

   "You know I'm cool with it."

   "Want to come in?  Mom wants to meet you."

   "You're...  letting us in while you're naked in front of...  oh, hey
Mrs. Gift." Ryan saw Charlotte hovering.

   "Words out!"

   "You can use the front door if you want to come in." Charlotte smiled
and waved at April.  "I'm Charlotte.  Welcome to the family.  If feels like
it these days anyway."

   "We need to get home.  April just wanted to say hi." Ryan didn't know
how much Charlotte knew so he tried to pry April away before she said
something about North Pole.  He should have warned her on the way home from
her house.  To be certain he kissed her ear and warned her by whisper not
to mention the club.  Giggling as if ticklish April waved and told Monica,
"Drop over tomorrow and we can talk.  I might have something to ask you."

   "Not going to be the Godmother.  Not a bridesmaid either."

   "No, that was not even an option." April razzed her.  "I'm April by the
way Mrs.  Gift.  But you knew that.  I'll come by some day and chat with
you.  Someone...  no names mentioned...  wants to feed the baby momma."

   "Ewww!  Now I'm seeing Ryan jerk off into a Gerber's jar.  Go away!"
Window shut the group laughed and moved on.

   "So this April is okay that you have sex with Ryan?"

   "Guess so.  I mean she screws around on him too.  I think they're coming
to grips with having an open relationship."

   "What is the world coming to?  Wait!  You said Brock recorded you
masturbating?  When was this?"

   "I don't know.  Had to be a year ago maybe."

   "When you were...  God!  And I thought Brock was better than that."

   "Oh, Brock is great!  You must have turned him on earlier too.  He
fucked my face while Kyle and Ryan double penetrated me.  I freaking love
three guys at one.  Only thing better is five." She used her hands as if
jerking guys to her sides.

   "Why are you rubbing it in?"

   "What?  Their jizz?  It's good for the CUMplexion." She laughed. 
"Sorry! Don't tell Brock I told you.  I don't want him pissed at me for
being a perv...  back then.  I wouldn't be surprised if he had video of you
and daddy too.  From his bedroom both of our rooms are a perfect line of
sight to see into."

   "Well, I hope he got his rocks off over it.  My respect for the man
is... "

   "Mom!  Chill!  All guys do stupid things when they're lonely.  Remember
his wife did die and he doesn't date much."

   "Still, it's..." She frowned but then thought about him maybe watching
her ride Aaron.  A year ago their sex life was more dramatic than now. 
After he watching Aaron fuck her up close and personal, her upper body
hanging right over Brock where he could have easily palmed her breasts
and...  "Oh my God!  Stop fantasizing." Her thoughts made her put her palms
up.  "I'm going for a glass of wine."

   "I need to get dressed anyway.  Finish my fingernails.  Daddy should be
getting home I'd think.  Maybe you two should talk more.  I guess I don't
need to hide my hoochie clothes from now on."

   "Where did you find money to buy sexy clothing?"

   "Duh!  Daddy raised my allowance." She laughed.  "Helped me pick out
clothes too.  You should let him do that for you.  Get him to take notice
more."

   "We shall see.  Maybe I'll let this Duncan choose an outfit for me." She
razzed her daughter from the doorway.

   "He would tear it off of your body.  Trust me." She giggled.  "Rough
boy! I only had a bikini that night.  Had to throw that away there was no
fixing it."

   "Stop bragging!"

   Charlotte closed the whore behind her.  Door too!

   ********

   Pulling up to his garage Aaron Gift sat there in his SUV, a Jeep Grand
Cherokee and kicked back a bit.  He needed to catch his own breath over
everything that happened last night, this morning, and now his encounter of
forty minutes ago with the Cortez sisters.  "Jesus Christ!  My life is a
whirlwind suddenly.  Shelly and Beanie working for me and...  hell, I might
as well be their pimp.  I guess I'll know if they played me when I drop by
to pick them up later.  If they don't show, I'll know they were fucking
with me.  At least I have Monica for tonight."

   Looking around him at the neighboring homes he saw no signs of life at
the moment.  Sighing he unzipped his cargo pants and pulled out his
eight-inch beast, still snarling from the sisters touching it through his
cargo shorts.  Having a hard on this long he needed to seek relief. 
Spitting into his palm for lube Aaron looked about as he thrashed his
erection silly.  A sudden movement up in the Quinones upstairs he winced.
"Who is that?"

   In his bedroom window Ryan Quinones was fucking April, her entire body
from the knees up was in full view of him.  Large tits crushed against the
glass, Ryan choking her from behind was some pretty stimulating
inspiration. Even more so once April fluttered her fingers down at Aaron,
spotting him looking up at her.  Ryan had no clue, he was too busy wailing
on his baby momma.  "So that's Ryan's girl?  Pretty hot, Buddy!  Well
done!" His dick was screaming and he began panting.

   A glance left at Brock's garage he found even more movement.  Less easy
to see in a much smaller window he realized that Kyle's crotch rocket was
sitting in the drive next to Brock's truck and Ryan's car.  Hearing the
garage door go up Kyle stepped outside joined by a blonde with huge
breasts. Having gone home with Hillary in her car to change they had been
hanging out in the garage.  Hillary was parked on the street out front. 
"Kyle has a hottie too.  Damn fella's!  It's all our lucky day.  To his
delight he saw Kyle lift up Hillary's shirt and begin sucking on her
breasts.  Hillary was so into Kyle, fondling his scalp that she hadn't
noticed Aaron.  "Bold as Monica." Naaa!  Not even close!  "Man, I'd love to
unload on Strawberry Shortcake's tits.  You go Kyle." Not so short but
certainly buxom.

   In her awe of Kyle's attention Hillary Morgan looked up briefly,
slightly stressed over Kyle's outdoor exhibition.  Realizing Aaron was
looking she squealed and resisted Kyle, pulling her shirt down.  Pointing
out Aaron, Kyle glanced behind him and chuckled.  Explaining that was
Monica's dad didn't help considering she hadn't met Monica yet.  Taking her
by her hand Kyle drug her toward Aaron who nodded back on their way to say
hi.  With visitor's coming Aaron grumbled and put his pecker away
unfulfilled.  "Dammit Kyle!"

   "Hey Mister Gift.  I heard you were going to North Pole tonight and
taking Monica." Right up to the door with Hillary blushing.  "Oh!  Sorry
about the show."

   "Don't be!  Who's your mouthful here?" He winked at Hillary, her eyes
bulging.  "Just breathe, I'm not the enemy.  Hard to miss is all I'll say."
Especially if he got to unload on those.  "Monica tell you that about the
Pole?"

   "Yeah, my dorm buddies are going there tonight too.  I brought it up
then she told me.  Pretty sure it would be hard to miss."

   "Yes they would." Aaron eyed Hillary's tits through her crop top t-shirt
that showed off her tummy but hung just low enough not to show her under
Boob without effort.  Her nipples rose at his inspection.  "Guess we'll see
you there.  Don't be too shocked but Monica is going to get up on stage. 
I'm bringing my secretaries too.  Let's keep that bit of info to ourselves
okay?"

   "No problem.  This is Hillary, April's cousin."

   "And that is April?" Aaron pointed out April still crushed into Ryan's
window.  Kyle chuckled and Hillary covered her mouth trying not to laugh.

   "That would be my cuz." Hillary revealed.  "I guess we're all guilty of
showing off today."

   "Don't let me stop you."

   "I can agree to that." Kyle snuck in and lifted Hillary's shirt up again
and began feeding on her nipple.  The other one free to be seen by Aaron.

   "Very nice Hillary.  If you're going to hang with this bunch you might
as well get used to the freedom around here.  Hell, before I saw you I was
beating off in my Cherokee here.  I didn't want to embarrass you catching
me, so I stashed ole' Buck away."

   "Wow!" She giggled trying to cover her tit but Kyle held her hand at
bay. "Guess I won't hide after all."

   "No reason to."

   "Were you beating off to April?"

   "Not at first.  I was actually started before I saw her up there, then
you two...  well, no offense but I'm digging the visual aids."

   "Thanks...  I think." Kyle finally had mercy and backed off moving
behind her to just put his palms up under her shirt to squeeze her tits in
front of Aaron.  "What time are you guys heading out?"

   "About 5:45.  Like I said, I need to pick up my secretaries.  This trip
to the club is to entice some clients.  Thus, Monica!"

   "I take it you know what Monica gets away with?"

   "Ohhh yeah!  Working in tandem." Aaron chuckled.  "I better get inside
and get changed."

   "Us too!  Hillary is going to kill it tonight.  Aren't you?"

   "Leather mini skirt."

   "I was going to go slumming it but I can't make her look good and not
look sharp too.  No Seminole shirt for me." They stepped back letting Aaron
get out of his SUV.  Once he closed the door he patted Kyle on the shoulder
and told Hillary, "I'd say I'm heading for the Hills but it looks like Kyle
has that path covered."

   "Hills!  Hillary!  HA!  Your tits!  Covered!"

   "Yeah, I figured that out on my own." She laughed.

   "The rode less taken." Aaron left her to flare her eyes.  She knew he
wanted to nut on her chest.  A moment of thought she wondered if he might
want to be in her porno.  Class project!  Not even to be graded.  Degraded
maybe!  She would film something else on the side.

   Aaron did wave at April.

   She came instantly!

   Ryan was the Man!



   Monica 60: SPREAD EAGLE

   Monica spreads her wings with the Cortez sisters.  Legs too!

   5:20 PM...  the Gift home on Walnut Street aka WE ALL NUT Street! 
That's what their neighbor's the Quinones family next door often referred
to the street name.  Made sense considering who lived next door!

   "Hey daddy?  Can I get a ride to Amber's?"

   Covering her tracks to mask that she was joining her father at the strip
club called The North Pole, Monica interrupted a talk between he and her
mother in their bedroom as Aaron got all dressed up for his meeting.  Her
mother Charlotte sat on the bed while Aaron slapped on cologne and had
called his client Jared Marx, letting Charlotte overhear via speaker so she
knew things were legit.  Jared did say hello to Charlotte not feeling a bit
of guilt after nutting on her face as she was passed out drunk last night
on the family sofa.  A cup half full as they say.

   Monica realizing, he was on the phone paused in their doorway to listen.
Frowning at her daughter Charlotte sized up the dress her daughter was
wearing to go out in.  A white dress with a certain amount of sheerness
that complimented Monica's base tan by letting her skin be somewhat seen
beneath it.  No underwear obviously her nipples, entire areolas were
peeking through the material.  Scrutiny was in Charlotte's eyes, but Monica
just stuck her tongue out at her.  Monica's dress was so tight her butt
crack was pure crevice; her cheeks winking as she walked.  Thigh gap sneaky
on occasion even her cute little clam was pearl thriving.  Charlotte so
wanted to vent but kept her mouth shut.  It wouldn't do any good after she
had informed Monica, she was a grown woman and would have to deal with her
own mistakes.

   "I'll meet you and Mitch at 7:15.  If there's a delay I'll text you
guys. Bring your checkbooks fella!" Aaron chuckled.  "I have a feeling our
business relationship is going to skyrocket."

   "Hi Jared!" Monica slipped into the room to lean on the corner of the
dresser where Aaron's cell rested.  "Have fun tonight."

   "Thanks Monica.  We hope things go well too.  I'll see you later Gift.
Bye Charlotte it was great meeting you last night." Charlotte replied with,
"You as well." even though she just knew she was the brunt of some cruel
joke she hadn't quite figured out yet.  Cum what may, cum what might she
would know eventually.

   Hanging up on Jared, Aaron looked at Monica with raised eye brows,
"Where did you get that dress?"

   "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE!  Stop this act immediately." Charlotte blew a
gasket. "Monica told me you buy her clothes.  Raised her allowance my ass."

   "For the record daddy has never seen this dress." Monica pointed out. 
"I order dresses and have them mailed to Amber or Lindsey's house.  I
didn't want you to see them and get bent out of shape.  I have plenty in
hiding but like I said earlier I guess I don't have to hide them anymore.
So, please don't burn my wardrobe while I'm gone."

   "I would never...  you must think I'm...  you know what?  Just go the
both of you I'm getting a migraine." She sipped her wine as a way of
controlling her nerves.

   "You need to calm down." Aaron scowled at his wife of 22 years, "Take a
muscle relaxer or something."

   "I think I will." Charlotte got up and went into the bathroom where she
kept her pills.  The stress today was unbearable with all that she had
learned.  Two Benzodiazepines or as Charlotte called them Benzodi's she had
in stock from a back strain last year she rather enjoyed the lull it gave
her thoughts when under duress.  Thankfully, Charlotte's father George was
a pharmacist who could get her refills which she rarely needed so he was
not concerned of abuse.  Today, Charlotte just wanted to seek a new
nirvana. And how!

   While Charlotte was in the bathroom Aaron looked over Monica on the sly,
indeed this was the first time he had seen her dressed this...  prostitute
for a better word.  He was worried he might get hard in front of Charlotte
again so told Monica to take her sexy ass out to the Cherokee and wait for
him.  Beguiling her father with a lapping tongue she pivoted on her heel
and started to walk away when he stopped her to whisper, "Do you own
stiletto's?"

   "Buy me some!" That answered that.  He motioned her to go on.  With her
out of the way Aaron took a stroll to the bathroom and did some damage
control.  Charlotte stood there in the basin mirror staring off into space.
Moving in behind his wife Aaron hugged her waist and put his chin on top of
her head.

   "I need you to hear me Charlotte.  I have never once stopped loving you.
You still turn me on like the day we first met.  I've just...  found myself
needing a little more.  This does not mean I ever want to lose you.  I
don't!  So please...  work with me here."

   "I'm trying Aaron.  Just...  it's only been a day.  Give me a week and I
should be able to cope better.  I never want to lose you either.  If I have
to compete for your affections I just...  don't know.  You have to give me
attention often, not every second but please let me know how much you truly
do love me."

   "Absolutely!  Start that fire, curl up and just relax I'll be home
toward morning.  If this deal with Marx and Dunbar goes through our
finances will triple.  Between their software firm and mine we can merge
into something that can build a much better future.  I want our golden
years to be magical.  I swear to you I will always provide."

   "I believe in you Aaron.  Why do you think I didn't raise hell last
night?  I brought you both back to bed for God's sake.  I've...  I don't
even know where I'm going with this.  Just let me find my way."

   "Take your time.  I'm here forever Boo."

   "Boo?  Boohoo maybe!" She smiled for once, "Oh!  I enquired about a
personal trainer.  He hasn't gotten back to me yet.  Can you believe our
daughter has even had sex with that guy?  Where did we go wrong with her
Aaron?"

   "She's her own worst nightmare Charlotte.  Take a look at that dress
that I evidently bought and didn't know it.  What's with those cut out port
holes up her sides?"

   "Oh knock it off!  I can feel your dick growing against my ass.  You got
turned on the second she walked in."

   "Maybe you should buy dresses like that." He winked at her reflection.
Another smile he at least knew she wasn't bitter.

   "Let me pull off my fat ass and I might shock you."

   "Tell that trainer I'll pay him double if he whips you into shape by our
anniversary shortly after Monica's graduation.  We'll drive down to Miami
and go shopping.  Just you and I."

   "Mmm!  Second honeymoon?  Or is that moneymoon?"

   "Could be both if tonight pans out.  Let me get moving it's 5:45.  Don't
do anything I wouldn't do." He kissed her neck then her cheek.  "Love you
Char."

   "I love you too.  What happened to Boo?  I rather liked that nickname."

   "I love you Boo."

   "Mmmhmm!  Go party!  Make us rich."

   "Will do!" He took off before she could stop him any longer.

   ********

   Outdoors by the garage ten minutes earlier...

   "Hey Kyle!" Monica spotted her hunky neighbor when he wasn't in college
sitting on his motorcycle.  "Ready to party my dress off?" She performed a
360 showoff dance.  Whistling at her he puckered with interest then looked
behind him to see Hillary coming through the garage's backside door.  She
paused at joining him after hearing a girl's voice.

   "Dalton and the guys are going to devour you tonight.  I called him a
few minutes ago to let him know you were coming.  He wanted me to take a
pic of you to send him." Kyle pulled out his cell.  "Video instead?" He did
wave Hillary out to meet her but she hesitated to let him do his thing.

   "Yessss!  Do it!" Monica smoothed out her stretchy dress and waited
until he directed her to speak.  Hand gesture sent she started talking. 
"Hi Dalton!  Sorry it took me awhile to get back to you.  I swear I'll make
it up to you tonight.  You can take this dress off of me and make me do
whatever you want me to.  Even your friends." She giggled then turned her
back to Kyle before bending forward to touch her toes.  In doing so her
dress rose up on her ass cheeks and her pussy was vibrantly exposed, butt
pucker a shadow of expectance as well.  A soft finger swiped between her
pussy lips she patted her clit then stood up to lick her finger.  "SEEduce
you there!" A slap to her butt with both hands she ended her video.  Just
in time as Hillary ventured out of the garage.

   "Hi!  God, I love that dress." Hillary flared her eyes with a friendly
greet.

   "Hi.  Who are you?"

   "Monica?  This is April's cousin Hillary.  We both go to Florida State.
She came home to meet Ryan, dad and I.  She's going to North Pole as my
date."

   "April's cousin?  Hey there!" Monica shuffled over to shake her hand,
offering the one that just rubbed her pussy, still wet from her tongue. 
"Oh!  Sorry!" A swift switch of hands they giggled.  "I like your leather
skirt too.  Cropped Seminole shirt?  Nice!  I think I wore that earlier."

   "Yeah!  I gave her mine to butcher in the name of exhibition." Kyle
laughed.  "I'll buy another one, or steal dad's when he's not looking."
Hillary's under boobs were peeking out beneath the maroon shirt.  It looked
rather tacky with leather but with so much skin reveal he wasn't arguing.
Hillary's extra short skirt rode low on her hips, black fishnet stockings
beneath made it stand out.  A slightly chubby butt made Hillary that much
sexier.

   "Awesome!  You're riding to the Pole on your bike?  She's going to
freeze later tonight."

   "We might get a room over there and come back tomorrow when it warms up.
Dad gave me $300 bucks to have fun."

   "I'll be with dad so I can't stay.  He won't leave mom all night long so
I'm kind of stuck.  Anyway, nice to meet you Hillary."

   "I've heard a lot about you." Hillary grinned, "Want to be in a porno
with me?"

   "YOU KNOW IT!  Just say when." She giggled.  "Umm?  Just how much have
you heard?"

   "She knows Ryan, dad, and I pinned you down today." Kyle laughed.  "Hill
here is a cinema major."

   "Oooo!  You should go to Daytona with me and make a porno there.  I'll
have like ten super hot girlfriends with me.  My Coach's girlfriend has a
condo we're all camping at."

   "That sound's incredible.  Can we do that Kyle?"

   "Plan!  I'll see if Dalton and the guys want to join us.  Orgy porn?"

   "FUCK YES!" Monica grew bubbly, grabbing Hillary's hands and making her
dance in step with her.  "Too bad April can't exert herself she would love
getting in on this."

   "Somehow I doubt my Cuz will miss it.  Spring Break is only a month away
and she isn't that far along yet.  As long as she's careful and Ryan is
cool with it, she should be fine."

   "Let it rain!" Kyle chuckled.  "Let's ride Hilly." He handed her a
second helmet he kept in the garage.  Putting it on she snapped the chin
strap and crawled up on to the seat of Kyle's Ninja.  In leaning into him
her ass was peeking from beneath her skirt.  There was no pulling it down
it was so short.

   "Oh!  The headlights are going to love that ass." Monica giggled as her
father Aaron showed up to see Hillary's bottom for himself.  Aaron's dick
was still aching from going without a nut earlier.  Between his daughter's
dress, now Hillary's ass he was gnashing his teeth.  Bike started up and
revving the vibrations shot through Hillary's thighs.  Oh, this night
called for precipitation.  Like Kyle said, "Let it Rain!" Monica felt just
evil enough to step in behind Hillary and jab a finger up her asshole. 
Aaron had to laugh as Hillary squealed in her helmet laughing.  Tonight,
was going to be interesting.

   "See you at the Pole Mister Gift." Kyle dropped his visor and rolled on
down the alley.  Hillary held on for dear life.

   "You ready Punkin?" Aaron asked Monica as they watched Hillary's ass all
the way to the street until Kyle turned left.

   "Yep!  Hillary wants me to be in a porno."

   "Really?  I might just fund that operation." He chuckled as they climbed
into his Cherokee.  Doors closed, belts on Aaron turned to his daughter. 
"By the way!  I invited my secretaries.  We're going to pick them up.  By
secretary that means secret, don't tell your mom.  I hear you've been
running your mouth.  You had to tell her about Lisa and Mike?"

   "Sorry!  Mom and I just had a bonding moment."

   "No shit!  Uncle Gary?  You had to even bring him up?"

   "Beat my ass!  You know I'll love it.  I didn't know you had any new
secretaries.  What happened to Mable?"

   "Too old!  I'm...  thinking younger these days.  Shelly is 22, Beanie
21. Sisters!"

   "Nice!  You go old man."

   "If things go well tonight, that porno idea might just become a
business. DO NOT TELL CHARLOTTE!  Is that clear?"

   "Yes Daddy!  I swear I won't.  Are the sister's cute?" A ping from
Aaron's cell made him pause in backing out of the drive.  Halting he
checked the text and puckered.  "Speak of the Devil's daughters.  It's
Shelly.  I forgot since I hired her I gave her my cell number." Opening the
text he found two pictures accompanied with the message, "READY!" Eying
their photos he nodded.  "Now that's hot pants."

   "Let me see." Monica reached as he pulled his cell aside and frowned. 
He wanted to look at Beanie too.  Shelly was in an incredibly narrow shiny
red zipper pair of vinyl booty shorts, that had a gold heart shaped ring
attached to the front.  That zipper went from front to back.  Skin clean up
to her chest where it was complimented by a short red corset with micro
thin laces holding it to her bulging swell.  This was not helping his dick
at all.

   Beanie was in knee high brown suede boots with a gold pair of booty
shorts just like Shelly's with that zipper feature.  Her top however was
the very same material as her booty shorts.  It had a solid gold feel that
was so thin her areolas were accented, nipples jabbing out.  That same
lacing held the top on like a bra with skin exposed at the center to share
in a large portion of her chest.  In increasing the size of the pic to zero
in on her breasts he could tell her nipples were pierced with barbs. 
"Fucking hell!  I won the Lottery!" He mulled over how perfect the girls
were.  "Okay!  Quick look!" He downsized the pic then handed his cell to
Monica in order to drive.

   "Latinas!  Holy crap daddy!  They're beautiful." Monica was in awe of
her dad's game.  "I want booty shorts like those."

   "I'll get you a pre-paid credit limit set up to buy outfits.  I want you
dressed like that should I need you to convince any new clients in the
future."

   "Are you sure you need me now that you have these two?  They make me
wet."

   "Good!  I don't know how I got this lucky.  I hired Shelly on a whim to
replace Mable based on beauty.  I didn't know until I ran into she and her
sister at the coffee shop when I went out earlier what they were really
like.  We had a long talk and I walked out being a pimp." He laughed.  "Do
me a favor.  Text Shelly back and say I'm on my way." As Monica typed he
had a thought, "Oh!  Ask them what size shoes they wear and if they have
stiletto heels.  If they do you can borrow a pair for tonight until I can
buy you some."

   "Okay!  Writing a novel here." She zipped through the message and sent
it.  A few minutes later Monica received a message.  "YES!  Size 8 just
like me.  They have a pair.  Beanie is running back to the...  storage
unit? Say what?"

   "Long story!  They kind of run a Chaturbate room inside a climate
controlled storage unit.  Well, they did until the site kicked them out for
breaking rules.  They didn't know better.  That's why I plan on building my
own website like Chaturbate so we can overlook that rules bullshit.  I'll
have to look into state regulations and all that but I hope we can figure
it out."

   "I never even thought about doing Chaturbate.  Ooo!"

   "Just wait on that for now until you graduate.  Give me time to figure
it all out then you and the girls can start fresh on Aaron Waves." He
chuckled.  Air on Waves, get it?"

   "You are not calling the site that.  Eww!  It has to be sexier."

   "Any ideas?"

   "Cunts R Us?" She giggled.

   "Not bad." He winked, "Do better Marketing Monica!"

   "I like that.  I want stock in our company."

   "Done!"

   "How about Glory HOlES...  like Glory HOE'S but capitalizing HOE'S in
HOLES?"

   "Good one!  I'll keep that in mind." Crossing town, he turned on to
Zellers and found the gates to Bully's Storage.  Gate open he peered down
through the double row of storage units to see Shelly standing outside a
garage entrance talking to Beanie.  Turning in Aaron drove all of the way
down until Shelly saw them and waved.  Beanie stepping out holding heels
motioned him closer until he drove right up in front of the garage. 
Peering inside it was decorated beautifully and had a Queen size bed set up
with stuffed animals and the like.  Camera equipment stood proud on tripods
pointing from two different angles.  "For no money they sure have nice
cameras."

   "OH MY GOD!  I want a storage pod like this.  Please Daddy?"

   "We'll see!" Shutting off the Cherokee he decided to get out and see
everything, including the Cortez sisters up close.  Monica joined him and
waved at both girls.

   "Hola!" Monica giggled.  "I'm Monica."

   "Hola!  Shelly, my sister Beatriz."

   "Shoes?" Beanie handed them to Monica.  "You are very beautiful Monica
Gift."

   "Not as hot as you two.  OH MY GOD!  I fell in love the second daddy
showed me your text.  I love what you've done to the place." She pointed at
the unit.  "May I go in?"

   "Please!" Beanie led her inside as Aaron pulled Shelly to his hip. 
Watching the girls explore he sighed and rubbed Shelly's arm.

   "Your Uncle want to sell this place?"

   "I do not know.  You would buy this dump?"

   "One man's dump is another man's pleasure.  Treasure even.  You look
sexy as fuck Miss Cortez."

   "Gracias!  I was hoping you would approve.  My shorts zip off easily for
when I give you a lap dance."

   "I've been battling a hard on all day.  We have fifteen minutes.  Why
don't you put on some music and get me off real fast.?"

   "What of your daughter?"

   "She can give Beanie one." He chuckled.  "Take me to that bed." She
giggled and took his hand leading him inside.  Monica was already sitting
on the bed to switch heels when Aaron crawled in and stretched out.  "Scoot
in here Punkin.  These ladies are going to show me just how hot they are.
Right Chicas?"

   "Si!  I will leave my top on, so I do not have to relace it." Shelly
unzipped her booty shorts and removed them to dangle on a camera.  Bare
bottom she firstly put on some music from a stereo along the wall.  Power
ran in through the wall from out behind the unit.  Monica found Beatriz
taking her shoes away and sitting them on the large rug below covering
concrete.  Nudging Monica to lay beside her father the Sister's moved to
the music of N.E.R.D.  the song right to the point.  It was called Lap
dance.  Hip-Hop sexy!

   Unzipping Aaron and dragging his pants to his knees Shelly crawled over
him and began gyrating her warm wet pussy along his mighty erection.  He
was resting back on a pillow arms behind his head to watch her.  She
couldn't be any sexier in her eroticism.  To his left Beanie stretched out
guiding Monica's dress up to her waist then proceeded to use her tongue on
Monica's clit.  Monica was blown away by her talents.  The longer the music
played it moved along to N.E.R.D.'s song Rock Star.  Upbeat and perfect!

   Shelly upright over Aaron reached down and pressed his dick into her
cunt without penetration as she writhed her hips to the beat.  The lyrics
saying, "Almost over now!" repeatedly it made sense.  Aaron nutted on her
belly like a beast.  She smiled at his unexpected detonation.  She knew she
was good but that was pretty amazing.  Licking her fingers of his cum she
rubbed his jizz on her tummy.

   "That was beautiful." He praised her.  She moved to his side so as not
to soil his slacks with cum stains and held her silky raven hair back then
sucked his dick, licking his cream until gone.  Smiling she kissed his
crown and crawled away to put her booty shorts back on.  Aaron laid there
looking over as Beanie ate out Monica to a violent climax.  Once Monica
came Beanie moved higher over her and kissed Monica with creamy lips. 
These girls were insanely perfect for what Aaron had in mind.

   "I'm in love!" Monica kissed Beanie hard.  "Can I keep her daddy?"

   "You bitches want kept?" Aaron stood up and zipped his pants looking at
Shelly first then at Beanie.  "Secretaries by day, porn stars by night?"

   "Take good care of us Poppi!" Beanie licked her lips giggling.

   "Senor Gift?  We have talked, my sister and me.  You may use us as you
please.  Your generosity will be rewarded."

   "Goes both ways.  Wear my cum on that belly all night." He pointed at
his sticky gloss on her golden flesh.  She smiles then nods her
affirmation. "Close this shop and let's get on the road.  You whores have
some clients to make very happy."

   "Oh!  Mister Gift...  "

   "You already sound like a pimp daddy." Monica laughed putting those
heels on.  "Mister Gift sounds classy.  You should invest in a crushed
velvet suit."

   "HaHa!  It does, doesn't it?  Finish what you were saying Shelly."

   "I called our friend Mojo at the club.  He is bouncing tonight.  Our
Cousin the owner is out of town so we will be able to get away with more
than if he were there."

   "Perfect!" He grinned then had a thought.  Pulling Shelly outside he
whispered things that made her smile.  Cell in hand she took a picture of
Monica in a hurry and sent it to Mojo.  He was definitely willing to help.
Aaron pumped his fist in triumph.  The clients were already getting Monica
in the door, now Aaron was arranging things like a Mad Hatter.

   Locked up and buckled in.

   Time to ride!

   ********
7:30 PM...  complete and utter boredom!

   Charlotte Gift was getting tipsy between the Benzodi's and her second
bottle of wine, half empty.  Knowing of her invitation by Brock Quinones to
lounge by the firepit she recalled her insane bravado in walking naked over
her backyard in front of all her nearby neighbors.  Even more, just how
well accepted it turned out to be.  Secrets of her own she refrained from
mentioning that part to Aaron and Monica both.  She wanted to enjoy her
night her way without guilt and Aaron maybe telling her not to.  Of course,
she had made it clear to him that if he could play so could she.

   The thing is she wasn't certain just how far that admission would go. 
Her sex life was solely with Aaron the last 22 years.  Temptation to see
how Brock would be toward her earlier today was a test of her nerves.  It
went far better than she predicted feeling low self-esteem over her added
weight.  Not that she was anywhere near obese just out of shape in places.
Her biggest achievement was avoiding stretch marks 18 years ago in giving
birth to Monica.  Miracles were good back then.

   "Am I crazy to even consider going out there?" She stepped into her
kitchen for a chilled refill from her bottle of Rose.  Peering out through
the porch enclosure she noticed Brock setting up the firepit between his
yard and hers.  Exactly where they had stood talking earlier in the day. 
"He's really doing it.  I thought maybe after his long day meeting April's
family that he might overlook...  me." Not wanting him to see her just yet
she hid next to their porch fridge where they kept extra food that the
indoor fridge was unable to handle due to capacity.  Exploring the other
neighbors in behind the alley way she spotted lights on through Kramer's
garage.  "He and his friends must still be working on Kramer's car.  Oh my
God!  What if I go out there to sit with Brock and they decide to walk over
and...  chat?" Her hormones tingling Charlotte trembled at the possibility.
Exciting sure, terrifying even more.

   Sneaking back into the house while Brock was crouching to start the
firepit flame Charlotte paced her kitchen floor sipping her wine.  Nerves
calming ever so slowly she made her way to the living room and parted the
curtains next to Charlie Wessel's home.  Lights on in his bedroom,
presumably his bedroom, she noticed his blinds lifted for an easily peeping
angle.  Inside she noticed him parading in a towel fresh from a shower. 
For some reason she just couldn't find shame in spying on him.  He was
standing right there plain as day as if almost wanting to be seen.

   "Surely not!  The angle of our homes I would have to be really nosey
to...  do what I'm doing now." She giggled.  "Charlie may be in his 50's
but he's rather charming in an out of shape kind of way.  I guess I can't
say much because I know how sloppy I've let my body get over the years.  He
was staring at me pretty hard this morning.  I also noticed he had a
healthy woodpecker for his birdhouse." The man's hobby was building
birdhouses to take to swap meets.  She snickered covering her mouth with
her palm.

   "Hmm?  Do you have a hot date Mister Wessel?  Slapping on after shave."
Pausing she witnessed him drop his towel to get dressed.  Turning briefly
to face the window but not even anticipating being observed she caught
glimpse of his somewhat hefty penis, even limp it was a good six inches. 
"Goodness!  When erect that must mean...  noooo!" Possibly nine inches? 
She had to walk away her pussy was getting warm.

   "Some woman will be very lucky tonight.  Good luck on your date Charlie.
You deserve it." Charlotte simply could not comprehend that he might be
getting dressed to pay a visit outside.  All these years knowing Charles
and his late wife Sidney he had never once looked at her out of line, until
today, but Charlotte was flaunting it.  Who wouldn't look at least.  If it
were a naked man in front of...  "Oh my Lord!  Is Charlie getting ready
to...  sit by the fire?" Now she was catching on.  "Did Brock...  invite
them over to...  boost my confidence?"

   Walking about in a minor panic she stood directly under her ceiling fan
and fluttered her fingers at her intense body temperature.  "It is so warm
tonight.  I thought it might cool down but...  it's probably just me. 
Florida heat I swear!" Totally her!  The temp was only 70 degrees outside
with a gentle breeze.  Brock was even shirtless, wearing only cargo shorts
and a ballcap turned backwards.  That alone was not helping Charlotte's
nerves.  "I saw him without a shirt earlier when he gave me his to put on
in a hurry because of Kyle showing up.  Brock is certainly...  built. 
Being a laborer building houses all day he has such a glorious tan,
muscles...  I have to at least make an appearance.  He's going to such an
effort.  What do I wear though?  I don't think it wise I try going out
naked again, especially in the dark and Aaron away from home.  I really
shouldn't even give that man the time of day now that I know he's had sex
with my daughter, and...  recorded video through her bedroom window." One
for the ages!  "Possibly...  Aaron and I.  Last year Aaron and I were so...
sexually active compared to this year.  There were many chances when we had
candles going that Brock could have watched us." Wetter by the second!

   "If Brock did record us...  he must have liked seeing me as much as he
did in person.  I just know he wanted to reach up and squeeze my breasts
when Aaron held me out the window.  Wait!  Has Aaron and Brock... 
talked... about me?  I have to know." Shuffling to her bedroom Charlotte
stripped out of her lounging clothes and looked at her now closed curtains.
As if inspiration she went to them and drew them open so that if Brock was
back indoors he could see her.  "I know Kyle went out on his bike earlier.
I spotted Ryan and April leaving and he was wearing his pizza delivery hat
and shirt, so I presume she's riding along with him.  That does leave Brock
all by himself...  like me.  Like Charlie!  Like Kramer and his friends
Elvis and Owen.  Oh my God!  What if I go outside and they try seducing
me?" Staring at her body in a closet mirror she nibbled her lower lip. 
"This could be fun.  I should at least prove to them I'm not scared, even
though I am.  No nudity but I can dress...  less."

   Exploring her wardrobe she found an off the shoulder tan top she had
worn only once ever four years ago.  It was a light sweater style but
shouldn't be too hot on her considering the shoulders were bare.  "This
would mean no bra or it would look tacky.  That's why I never wear it. 
Honestly, I don't even know why I bought this thing it's so not...  " She
tried it on real fast and it still fit perfectly.  Shivering at the swell
of her 38C's popping up from the top of the V-neck style blouse she dared
to slip it lower just to tease herself if nothing else.

   "Goodness!  I actually think I look good in this.  It won't fall too low
on me unless tugged down, so I should be fine.  I want comfy so I'll skip
any bra.  I mean they did see me naked so how could they think badly of me.
" Eying her lower body from the waist down being nude she caressed her
pubic mound.  "I'm pretty thick, should I trim it?  What am I saying?  It's
not like I'm going to have sex with anyone.  I...  need to at least make it
look neat."

   A fast rip to the bathroom she brought out some electric trimmers and
thinned out the bushy feel until it was just beyond the term peach fuzz. 
Not too thin, not too thick!  "Should I shape it?  Triangle?  Rectangle? 
Definitely not completely off." She went with a finger length rectangle and
smiled at her achievement.  "I wonder if Aaron will even notice I did this?
Not that it should matter.  Monica has a tiny button of hair above her
vagina and that's all.  Why bother with that at all?" She sulked over it
and shaved the rectangle down a tad more then told herself to stop playing
copycat.  "I need to be me darn it, not my daughter."

   Cleaning up good she sprayed perfume all over her before returning to
her closet for something to put on her lower half.  "No jeans.  Shorts or a
skirt.  I don't own any mini skirts so I...  wait...  I have a slit skirt
somewhere here, it goes up pretty high." The search continued until she
found the black skirt.  "It doesn't really go with the shirt though.  I
love this shirt on me...  what do I do?" A bit more sifting she discovered
a white skirt she had only worn twice, it too had a slit from the knees
upward but only by three inches.  The black went much higher.

   "Scissors?" She giggled feeling like a school girl suddenly.  Going to
her sewing kid she did indeed snip that skirt slit up to five inches. 
Trying it on she felt devilish and carefully snipped another two inches. 
At seven she stopped and sat down on her bed to cross her leg in front of
the mirror to see how much the slit would reveal.  Bare leg clear up to mid
hip she stared at herself.  "I can see my butt cheek if a tilt left.  Good
enough!  Not too much, just enough tease.  Maybe I should ask Aaron for an
allowance to buy more revealing...  STOP IT!  Lord what is coming over me?"
Time running away from her she primped at her long brown hair for fullness
and put on a thin heart chain necklace.  Tempted to remove her wedding ring
she grew emotional.  "They know very well I'm married.  I will not remove
it and dishonor...  would he?" It was left on even though in her soul she
knew he might not feel the same.

   Going barefoot she went to her kitchen for her third bottle of wine and
teetered slightly.  Her Benzodi's and wine were really making her far too
relaxed.  "I really hope I don't pass out on Brock and...  whoever shows
up." Glass and bottle in hand she opened the screen door to see Brock
sitting alone by the firepit, only two lawn chairs.  70's music playing the
Eagles at the moment coming from his garage.  Peaceful Easy Feeling was the
current song.  Perfect!

   "I'm here!" She snuck up on him as he nurtured a bottle of beer. 
Caressing his left shoulder she purposefully circled him and the pit to sit
across from him, crossing her leg as she had on her bed.  She sat her
bottle to her left knowing well he could see what she saw in the mirror. 
The flames in the metal firepit were enough to accent her perfectly.

   "Glad you made it.  You look...  cozy."

   "I'm trying to be.  Coming out of my 22 year shell is not easy.  Today
was...  I hope I didn't embarrass you Brock." She knew she hadn't but it
felt right to say.

   "Not as much as you probably felt when you noticed all our neighbors
checking you out.  For the record here...  I'm not trying to get you into
bed.  I'm just relaxing with a beautiful woman."

   "Aww!  Sweet talker." She blushed.  "I wasn't certain what to wear. 
There was no topping my nudity earlier.  Honestly, I don't even know why
I...  that's not true.  With everything going on at home, Monica and
Aaron...  you know...  which by the way I know of you and Monica." That
made him cringe, "I'm past that knowledge.  My daughter is beyond my
control.  I do have my concerns over you...  recording her."

   "She told you that too, eh?"

   "We had a very enlightening conversation." He prayed Monica didn't
mention the fact he let her talk him into taking her to a country bar to
get gangbanged.  He was still regretting that, just not as much as he
should be.  "No worries.  You know of Aaron and Monica's incest so even if
I were a threat you could just as easily retaliate against us.  I don't
want to be your enemy Brock, just the opposite.  I really don't have many
close friends here.  None actually that I care to associate with for any
book club or bridge night." She giggled.  "I've simply devoted my whole
life to my family and look where it's gotten me.  I really don't know what
the future holds anymore.  I feel...  so very alone."

   "It gets better." He rests his beer bottle in his lap alluding her to
notice he had an erection already, one that competed with the length of the
bottle.  Close, not quite!  Still, stimulating to the imagination.  Wine
concealed her interest, barely!  Her eyes were sparkling in the fire's
glow. Charlotte Gift really was a beauty she just could not see it in
herself like men could.  To a degree she resembled Minka Kelly but with a
bit of weight to challenge that bit of pure sexiness.  Minka as a frumpy
mother type was the best way to describe Charlotte.  "Take things a day at
a time.  About me and Monica...  it just happened.  The more she started
hanging out over here with Ryan...  I wish I could say I'm sorry...  but I
don't want to lie to you."

   "Thank you for respecting me at least that much.  You do know just three
months ago she was underage.  That would have looked badly on you Brock."

   "Happened a month after her birthday."

   "The sex.  What of the video?"

   "Ouch!  I'll destroy it.  You have my word.  Stupid on my part.  She...
wanted me to see her though.  She even waved at me that day while...  you
know."

   "My daughter is incorrigible.  Do with that video what you will.  I
won't ask about it again.  I will ask this however...  Monica brought up a
good point.  Have you recorded Aaron and I...  having sex?"

   "Three times." He chuckled.  "I beat off to you lovers at least once a
month."

   "You do not!" She laughed.  "Really?"

   "Videos up in my bedroom if you want to see for yourself."

   "I'll take your word for it.  I just don't understand why.  I'm
nothing...  " He stops her pointing with a stern glare.

   "GORGEOUS!  Stop putting yourself down Char.  I mean it...  don't make
me paddle your ass."

   "You wouldn't dare." She giggled.

   "The night's young!  Don't underestimate me Hotstuf!"

   "Mmmhmm!  I believe you." She was tempted to let him.  "Yes...  the
night is young.  Oh, my I love this song." The Eagles, One of These Nights.
She swayed in her lawn chair and sang to him.  The lyrics mentioning demons
and desires...  Brock stood up and set his beer on his chair.  Moving
around the pit he extended his hand.

   "Dance?"

   "Yes." She hopped up, drained her glass of wine and set it by her bottle
on the ground.  Upright she found him sweeping her into his arms before she
was ready.  Twirling her in step he hugged her from behind and they danced
to the tune absorbing every word.

   One of these crazy, crazy, crazy nights!  Smiles to the very end, next
song beginning.

   Take it to the Limit!
   It might just cum to that.