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Subject: POC: HARD MONEY CHAPTER 2
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    The following is erotic in nature.  If you are under the legal age of
    consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material 
    is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
    strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in 
    possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

    If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading 
    now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now.

    The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world
    of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations.

    Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly 
    dispatched to the void.

    This story contains: MF MMF nc oral bd

    All right reserved.
     
    HARD MONEY - CHAPTER TWO - ANOTHER LOAN
			BY POC

	Sally didn't have time for self pity following her rape. Harry required 
her full attention and she could not afford the luxury or peace of mind assured 
her by blanketing all pain and feelings deep inside a shell far away from any 
coherent thoughts.
	How she longed to enfold herself inside a shroud of insanity, freeing
her from the nightmare of reality, that remaining conscious posed.
	Yes, Harry needed her and she would remain strong, but the nights.
Oh dear God! The nights. The night brought with it the reliving, in  tortuous 
minute detail the racking physical pain of her breasts, brought on by unwanted
hands as they squeezed and wrenched them, the abhorrent feeling of a
unsolicited penetration into her woman hood previously reserved for the
sharing of love, the loathsome sensation of bodily fluids pumping and filling 
her insides to satisfy nothing more than a vile animalistic lust from someone 
not caring or giving anything of themselves.
	She remembered something she had heard once, "Anything that
doesn't kill you will only make you stronger," and she used that as a mental 
crutch helping to maintain both her sanity and will. 
	She now knew beyond any doubt, gained out of first hand knowledge, 
that no woman, regardless of whom, nor where she was ever "asked for it," that 
no woman could derive any pleasure, however small, from being raped, that no 
man, even one that proclaimed his love, would ever truly understand how 
precious a gift, when a woman offers herself to him. She also understood that 
as abhorrent is the physical act of rape, it is the mental rape that raves as 
the prince of darkness forever in the minds of it's victims.    
   
	The beating Harry had received from the big man turned out to be more 
severe than he had initially presumed. His convalescents was a slow , painful
one accompanied by his jaw continuing to swell to the point of not even having 
the ability to speak or take in any solid foods. His mid-section had turned 
several different shades of blues and purples in addition had become so painful 
he was compelled to remain bed ridden. Sally feed him soups and liquids through 
a straw, bathed and cleaned him, and saw to it got to the bathroom to relieve
himself.
	 
	Three days following the beating Harry was finally able to communicate, 
he felt a deep reluctance about asking Sally what had occurred after he had 
passed out for several reasons. The telling would surely be painful for Sally 
but it might even be detrimental if she had somehow put it out of mind. Perhaps 
deep inside he really didn't want to know details......or conceivably it was 
more that he was afraid to know details, and that in the knowing would disallow 
any ability to block it from his mind as though it never happened.  
	But it had happened, and he was solely responsible. He had been the one 
to call for the flute, yet it was Sally, innocent of any miss doing herself 
that had been forced to pay the piper. The price had been high for his mistake, 
perhaps even one of the highest prices a woman could pay. The cost for his 
failure as a man was her self dignity, her pride, her woman hood, and the legal 
tender had been her body!   
    	The over powering  guilt he felt compelled him to demand she share with
him everything that had taken place if for no other reason than he might share 
in her suffering, that he feel some of the humiliation and pain she had endured, 
that he alone be the one to carry the burden of guilt if that were possible. 

	During the days of Harry's rehabilitation Sally gained a new outlook, 
or was it insight of her husband. She saw now that even though he was almost 
ten years older than her he had never really grown up. His purchase of the 
sports bar was the unreasoning act of a boy fulfilling a pipe dream. His 
inability to understand or control finances only confirmed this immaturity, and 
the act of doing anything to hang on to the bar without regard to how much of a 
financial disaster it was, is akin to the behavior of a child unwilling to give 
up a  favorite toy. 
	This new insight told Sally that he was incapable of getting himself 
out of the mess he had gotten them into, and she would have to take on the 
responsibility herself. She felt if it were in his hands he would certainly get 
himself if not both of them killed in the process. 
	She also felt that Harry was ill-equipped to handle the details of her 
rape, and when he asked her to tell him about it she made every attempt to 
sound casual and unattached even though inside she wanted to scream out loud 
until all the hurt went away. 
	So she told him that the big man was not such a big man after all, that 
after only a few minutes of attention to his member by her hand he had lost his 
wad and was finished for the day. 
	She didn't tell him the big man had forced her to take his cock into 
her mouth, then had mounted her from behind like a dog would mount a bitch, 
and rammed his swollen tool into her un-lubricated hole scraping raw the tender 
flesh inside her vagina. 
	No! She didn't tell him how she had suffered while he pounded and 
rammed and drove into her, forced to listen to him telling her how tight and 
hot she was, squeezing and pinching her breasts without the slightest regard 
for how much pain he inflected on her, then enduring his orgasm and experience 
of him filling her with his cum, spurt after unending spurt, and finally when 
he was done using her body, he told her, "Your a good fuck little lady. Your a 
great piece of ass."  No she didn't tell Harry these things, not these things, 
and even if Harry had been awake when she was forced to suck the big man's 
cock he never once mentioned it to her and seemed to accept the facts as she 
told them to him.

	Having found the ability to tell a condensed version of the rape 
without slipping back into the guilt, fear and shame of what really had taken 
place seemed to ease the pain, and something every woman is inherently aware 
of, but rarely dwells upon, uses, or even talks about in earnest, came to her 
with acute clarity; Every heterosexual male, no matter who they are, has an 
almost uncontrollable appetite to stick his hardened manhood between a females 
legs and fill her with sperm. Yes, woman understand this, but hardly ever does 
any "descent" woman take full advantage. There are those that have made a 
profession out of it, calling it prostitution, and a few others have used it to 
influence or enhance their careers, but seldom will you find a house wife
use it to full advantage. 
	Men take incredible pleasure in ejaculating inside a woman's mouth,
yet a wife infrequently affords him the opportunity. Men desire to impel their 
thick shafts into every orifice on a woman's body, her vagina, her mouth, her 
anus, between her breasts, in her hands, anyplace capable of sheathing his 
flesh sword so he can pump hot liquid from his balls filling her and relieving 
his need. A lot of men are willing to do any number of things if they are made 
to believe it will allow them to dip their wick, and if the woman leading them 
to that belief happens to be an exceptionally attractive woman, in a lot of 
cases the little head between a mans legs does most of the thinking for him. 
	With this acute clarity came a feeling of power and Sally knew she was 
a exceptionally attractive woman and if needed she now understood, after what 
the big man had done to her, she could and would use that power even if it 
meant giving men what they so desired. No man would ever violate her body the 
way the big man had done ever again, but she could use her body to prey on 
their weakness if it suited her plans.
   
	Sally looked down at Harry laying in bed and knew she still loved him 
even though some of the respect she once held for him was gone or at least had 
turned to pity and said. "I've got some bad news. I called your brother and 
somewhat explained how desperately we needed an additional loan, and he told 
me it would take him a few weeks to even come up with a couple of thousand. 
He'd have to apply for a loan  or something to get it..... He just doesn't 
have any more."

	Harry attempted to sit up but the pain across his mid-section was to 
great and he slumped back down. "Fuck.....What the hell am I going to do now? 
I was counting on him. Shit!"

	Sally took his hand a squeezed it. "Don't worry I'll get some money. 
Besides like I told you before, we need to get the entire loan paid off. Even 
if your brother had come up with some more money we would have been screwed 
next month anyway."

	"Come on Sally, be realistic where in the hell are you going to come 
up with forty grand?"

	"I'm going to talk to Symore about giving me a loan."

	"Symore!" He couldn't believe it. "You can't mean the same Symore that
owns the book store. Hell Sally, you only work for him part time. What in the 
hell makes you think he'll give you a loan?"

	"He doesn't just own one book store, he owns several of them all across 
town, he's got lot's of money and he's always liked me."

	"Likes you? Come on, how many time's have you told me he's nothing but 
a slimy fat pig who's always hitting on you. What was it... not six months ago 
he threatened to fire you unless you went to bed with him. Remember, I was 
going to go down and kick the shit out of him and you stopped me because you'd 
already taken care of the problem by threatening to file a harassment charge on 
him which you could substantiate with some store patron that had witnessed it. 
Shit honey, after that the only reason you even stayed working there was to 
annoy him. So I ask again. What makes you think he'll give you a loan?"

	"Because," She answered confidently. "He's still very attracted to me 
and if I play him right he'll give me the money. Anyway there's nothing to lose 
by asking."


	"I guess." He replied. "Play him right huh."

	"Play him right." She repeated, then to herself she thought.  If all 
else fails..... I've got something between my legs he want's very badly.  She 
knew her pussy wasn't worth any forty grand, but she felt certain it was at 
least worth the giving of a loan if he felt confident enough that the money 
would be repaid. 

                               	************************************

	After making sure Harry had water by the bedside then helping him 
relieve himself, Sally dressed in a knee length silk skirt and coordinated 
blouse.
	Examining herself in the mirror, Sally removed her bra and left the 
top three buttons of her blouse unfastened with the effect of displaying a 
large amount of cleavage between her ample breasts in plane view of anyone that 
cared to look. Sally winked at herself in the mirror and knew most men would 
definitely care to look.  

	Sally stepped into the book store and looked around for Symore. At
first she didn't see him disappointedly thinking he must be in one of the other
stores and was about to leave when he stepped out from behind several 
cardboard shipping boxes containing new book arrivals.

	Symore looked up and after spotting Sally moved his three hundred
pound hulk toward her. 

	"Well Mrs. Richards! Now nice of you to show up! I certainly hope 
we haven't inconvenienced you in any way!" He called sarcastically 
from across the store as he approached her. 

	"As I recall." He continued. "you were scheduled to work yesterday, 
but obviously...." After his large frame had crossed about half the distance 
between himself and Sally he finally noticed the extraordinary amount of 
exposed breast which causing him to stop dead in his tracks and even stumble 
over his words. 

	Sally watched him with amusement as he swallowed causing numerous
ripple effects along his second, third and forth chins, then he gained some 
composure and continued toward her his eyes never once wavering away from 
Sally's chest. 

	"Aaaa...as I was saying Mrs. Richards, I'm afraid not showing up for 
work is just cause for termination, therefore consider yourself  fired!"

	Sally had anticipated his reaction. Ever since her threat with the 
sexual harassment claim he was just looking for a legitimate excuse to 
terminate her.

	"Oh Symore." She smiled down at him. At five foot two he was just about
as wide as he was tall, then continued. "Don't get your knickers all bundled in
a knot. I'm sorry about yesterday, but it was unavoidable. But let's forget 
that for now. I would like to propose a business deal that would help me and 
get you a good return on your investment."

	"I don't really think......" He said still mesmerize by Sally's 
cleavage.

	Sally interrupted him. "Your a business man Symore, and every good 
business man knows it never hurts to listen to a deal, you can always say no."

	"Well I don't know." He was torn between his desire to fire her and his
desire to remain looking at her magnificent breasts.

	"Come on." Sally said gleefully. "Let's go to the office, I'll explain 
the deal and if you don't like it you can always say no and fire me then. What 
do ya say?"

	"Okay Sally." He used her first name. "But it's not going to make any
difference." 

	She followed him to the small door less cubical he used as an office. 
Once inside he dropped his large bulk into the chair behind his desk.  

	Sally removed some paper's from her handbag then leaning across one
corner of the desk so that the ninety degree angle of the corner pressing 
against the soft silk material of her skirt drove it between her legs and 
outlined perfectly the shape and form of her pussy mound. Her leaning also had 
the secondary effect of allowing her blouse to droop just enough that good old 
Symore could catch a better view of her breasts if he were so inclined.

	Symore was inclined and Sally would have sworn she saw a drip of saliva 
from at the corner of his mouth while blatantly staring at her breasts.   

	She allowed him to get his eyes full then dropped the papers onto the 
desk in front of him and leaned back making sure her mound remained defined by 
the desks edge. His eyes focused between her legs taking in the smooth contour 
of silk pressing so tightly across her woman hood even the thin line of her 
slit was visible. 

	Again she allowed him enough time for the little head to start doing 
most of the thinking before saying.  "I need a loan to get me and my husbands 
business off the ground. The papers I brought in are the mortgage documents to 
the 'Goal line' sports bar and our liqueur license ownership papers. Now I 
figure I'll need around forty five thousand to get things going. I'll pay back 
the loan at fifteen percent interest per month plus three thousand a month 
against the principal. As collateral my husband and I will sign over a second 
trust deed to you towards the bar as well as signing over our liquor license, 
which you will lease back to us. As I'm sure your aware that liquor license can
easily be sold anywhere in this state for at least a hundred thousand, so if 
for any reason what so ever, we don't pay, you get mad at us, anything you've 
netted a cool fifty five thousand no questions asked. So what do you say?" 

	Now Sally knew the bar already had a second and a third against it and 
that Liqueur licenses were no longer negotiable in this state but she didn't 
think that Symore's little head knew that.

	Symore found it difficult pulling his eyes away from the most 
flawlessly shaped pussy he had ever seen but somehow managed it and looked up 
into Sally's perfect face. "I....I.....don't know forty five thousand...that's 
a lot of money....I'll have to talk to...."

	"Symore," Sally gave him her most sensuous smile. "Sometimes the 
language of subtlety can be lost so let me make it clear," She reached across 
the desk and squeezed his hand. "I could really show you my gratitude for this 
loan." She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

	Symore became even more flustered. "I.... well.... I can have my lawyer
look it over... and... " He smacked his lips together, letting his eyes wander 
back to the corner of the desk. "and.... if its okay he can draw up the paper's..
.. I guess."

	"Well I sure don't need any old lawyer papers Symore, I trust you 
completely, and even if you didn't trust little old me you've always got the 
liquor license as insurance, besides if you got your lawyer involved wouldn't 
he have to tell your wife? She pursed her lips up slurring her words a little. 

	"I don't know. This is all so irregular." Sweat started to form across 
his forehead.

	"Well," She pursed her lips looking sad. "I guess if her old friend 
Symore doesn't want to earn a profit little Sally will just have to offer the 
deal..... The whole deal, to someone with a better since of business."  She
placed emphasis on the words "the whole deal."

	She turned away quickly using her left arm to slide back part of her 
blouse and allowed  her left breast to pop free. She looked down at it and 
said. "Oh my! Would you look at that! One of Sally's  bad  little titties seems
to have jumped out. Come here you bad little girl." Cupping the bottom of her 
breast in her left hand she used her right hand to spank it several times. 
"Bad girl! Bad! bad girl!" She said as she slapped it. "Now you get back in 
there and be a good little tittie!"

	Symore was transfixed. He had dreamed of seeing Sally's tits for so 
long this was like a wish come true and even more amazing was the fact that 
even in those dreams he had not visualized how beautiful and milky white...and  
firm...and big... her tits  really were. He could not have imagined how 
perfectly shaped and light colored her aureole's were.  His mind captured 
the mental pictures he had created of her pussy and he now knew it would be 
even sexier, and hotter, and tighter and wetter than all those mental pictures 
he had conceived of her completely nude so he could jack off while imagining 
he was fucking her or she sucking him. Any doubts he may have had about what
she had meant with "show her gratitude" was gone.

	Symore's little head took control of his jaw muscles and his mouth 
said. "Wait! Let me look over theses papers...Ah Yes. I am familiar with 
liquor licenses and I see both you and your husband have signed it as well 
as a promissory note for the property..... yes, this looks like a sound 
investment to me. Very well we have a deal." He held out one of his pudgy 
hands.

	Sally placed her small hand in his meaty moist one. He pulled her
gently toward him. "Let me.... Let me see your tits. Please!"

	"Symore! You naughty boy!" She laughed. "Not until after I get the
loan, after all I've trusted you with my signed papers."

	Symore swallowed hard several times then said. "This is just a loan? 
Right? I mean you do intend on paying it back. Right!"

	"Of course I'll pay it back. It just a business deal among friends. 
Don't worry Symore its like cash in the bank."

	"Yeah.... Right." He wrung his hands together then turning around he
leaned over and twisted the dial on a floor safe. Sitting back up he placed a 
wrapped bundle of money onto the desk. "All I have in cash is twelve thousand
but I'll write a check for the balance."

	Sally nodded.

	He retrieved a small checkbook that seemed to be well hidden inside one
of the desks bottom drawers and began filling it out. While he wrote he said.
"Should I make this out to Sally Robertson?" 

	"That'll be fine." She answered. 

	He handed her the check and said. "This is drawn against my own 
personal checking account not the business or home account. My wife doesn't
understand investments."

	"No problem Symore." She said placing the check into her handbag then
reached for the cash, but Symore pulled it away. "First you've got to show me 
some of that appreciation."  He looked around nervously before saying. "Now...
 Now show them to me."

	Sally undid the last three buttons on her blouse then held it open 
exposing her breasts to the short fat man with perspiration covering his 
forehead.

	"Oh!.. Oh their so beautiful." He reached out and squeezed one of them
with his moist palm. "Oh...Oh..."  

	He gulped down a mouthful of air then said. "Let me.... I've got to 
see... your... your.... pussy."

	"Oh Symore you little devil. I told you I'd show you my appreciation, 
and I will, but not here. There isn't even a door on the office. What if Nancy 
were to walk in?"

	"Nancy isn't working today and if someone comes in the store we'll hear
the bell."

	"Oh all right if you insist." She reached under her skirt and slipped 
down her panties then raised her skirt up around her waist exposing herself to
him.

	He looked at the silky patch of blonde hair growing on the most 
faultless pussy he had ever seen. "Oh moma.... Oh moma" He repeated then 
reached across the desk gently feeling her mound. "I can't believe it.. Oh..
I just can't believe it..."

	"I've got to have you.... I've just got to have you.... If.... If you 
don't... I'll stop payment on that check.... I've just got to have you." He was 
completely out of control.

	"Not here you silly boy. But don't worry, I promise to give you all the 
pussy you can handle. But you look so wound up I'll give you a little something
to tide you over." She came around the desk and dropped to her knees. Then
unfastening  his pants she pulled his short fat cock through the slit in his 
boxer shorts. Using her tongue she flicked at the hole in his cock head several 
times then drew the head into her mouth. Symore exploded immediately. Sally was 
so surprised at his quick orgasm she had a mouth full of cum before her lips 
got past the head of his cock.

	She stood up and opened her mouth showing him the cream pumped from his
balls, then deliberately made a spectacle of swallowing and licking her lips in
front of him. He stood as if mesmerized by Merlin himself.

	"Oh my! You really must have been excited. I hardly had time to get 
your big hard cock in my mouth before you came. I guess you liked it so I'll 
be sure and suck down your wad again you nasty boy, but your big thing really 
got me excited too. It almost pulled my jaw out of place, so before I suck 
your hunk of meat again you've got to promise you'll fuck me, I just can't 
wait to feel your stiff dick pounding inside my little itty bitty pussy. 
Promise my now. Promise you'll fuck me first."  She was enjoying watching his 
facial expressions while she uttered as much profanity she could think of.

	He just nodded, again, and again, and again. 

	Sally held out her hand and he placed the money in it without saying a 
word.

	Sally pulled up her panties and left the store quickly. She wanted to
make it to the bank before his big head started doing the thinking. 

	She was feeling good about how things had gone and phase one of her 
plan was accomplished.

END OF CHAPTER TWO