JACKIE DARROLL AKA BAMBI DYING TO STRIP

Critical Praise

You write very well and this is a really good story!

I haven't finished it yet, but I'm enjoying it very much. Thanks for sharing!
Jenny McCarthy 2008-07-27 12:04:07

You write well! Author Steve Weinstein 2008-07-27 11:37:07

Exciting behind the scenes of the dark and dangerous world of stripping

Very few people know about regarding this type of lifestyle.

  Julie Noel   2008-07-27 12:40:07

In the sex scenes, I always feel that when reading this genre (which is my favorite) it is best to make the reader feel more than what is obvious, make it have that extra kick. The story is written to give a great sense of who the characters are and brings more into view of their lives even though the setting is events within a short time. Good piece of work, I enjoyed the story line…... love the Prologue can't wait to finish the read

Jillian Dove 2008-08-07 06:11:08

GREAT First line…A++ 5-star all the way      Jillian Dove   2008-09-10 18:55:09

You write very well and your story is compelling and realistic, keep up the good work.
Christopher Olander Author, President and CEO Novelmaker.com

By JACKIE DARROLL

WELCOME TO MURDERLAND

DYING TO STRIP

BAMBI’S CANDYLAND STRIPCLUB

ONE HOUR IN BED

The erotic adventures of AKA BAMBI series

BLACK/LIGHT

AIRGLIDE

ORIENT INFURNO

PYRAMIDS AFIRE

DESERT ATOMICS

HITLER’S FURY

STONEHINGE

MARS IMPLOSION

QUEST FOR PEACE

A family saga

APPALACHIAN PASSAGES

AKA BAMBI IN “DYING TO STRIP”

COPYRIGHT © 2009

BOOK TWO

THE CLUB LIFE BEGINS

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or deceased, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this manuscript may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or review. For information contact the author at Jdarrollhall@comcast.net

Dedicated to my children who encouraged me to write this book!!

You have my love and thanks for all time….

Also to Tess who provided me the tools to complete it.

JACKIE DARROLL – DYING TO STRIP

CHAPTER 31

HOWARD COUNTY INDIANA

Fuc’s and Beth awoke on the big king sized bed with the balcony doors open and the heat of the day now making the room unbearable. Beth closed the big slider and hit the A/C switch putting it on high.

Fuc’s was naked his police special still a long barrel, like her old boyfriend's daily piss hard-on's. She knew she could get one more out of the poor boys, which sagged quite humbly now.

She closed the curtains, maybe she would do for him what he did for her. Oral sex wasn't her thing. But she felt something for the guy. Why not once, show how much she in fact did like the guy.

Beth smiled to herself, pushed his legs apart. His head came up off the pillow.

"Oh god, no, not again... Beth... Oh god... Yea maybe that will work... One more time Beth."

"Oh yea, wow Beth... You can do that whenever you want."

An hour later the server knocked on the outer suite door as instructed, she went in placed the breakfast on the table. She could smell the strong odor of sex all the way in the front suite. Must be a honeymoon couple, she smiled.

Moving the flowers the man had ordered into the crystal vase a full dozen roses from the gift shop. Must be true love to pay that price for a dozen flowers, you could pick out back in the garden for free. She looked it all over, satisfied, she softly knocked on the inner door, leaving the suite.

Beth and Mark cracked the door, both still naked it was ten a.m. Maybe an hour till pick up, Fuc’s had ordered half the menu. He was famished and he knew Beth was a big eater. She had eaten the whole tenderloin and a couple of bites of his. He smiled over at her, his little go-go dancer.

"We can never show our faces in this town ever again!" Fuc’s grunted.

"I’d say not," Beth agreed why did you make me do that Fuc’s, you perv?"

"Yea right, me, I can’t believe you went bi with that girl in the dressing room, in front of the dancer's."

"You set that up Fuc’s; hey one time does not make you bi! Beth said, swinging her hair to her back bending over smelling the vase of fresh flowers.

"Fuc’s did you get these for little' ole me. Beth's hair back, her chest swelled shoulders back.

"Beside Fuc’s she did me, I have never got my mouth on her. So it's like, she is bi, I'm still just curious... Yea that's it."

"Well I'm glad we got this out of our system, but never again."

"Fuc’s never is a long time; don't set a running pace you can't keep up with. Does that mean we are now in a committed relationship with flowers and all Rhett?"

"I hope we are and I hope your birth control is solid Beth!"

"You are fixed Fuc’s, at you age. I mean are you kidding isn't that a thing you mention before, you just... Fill me up so to speak."

"Is this out first fight?"

"It will be if I don't start in seven days... Fuc’s we should be safe. Fuc’s relax damn it, the pill makes me gain water, you want me fat Fuc’s?"

Yea fat and happy Fuc’s thought the breakfast was disappearing fast; man this girl could chow down.

Both of them ravished from all the energy expended one meal at lunch nothing but drinks last night. "Fuc’s I have no hangover, dancing seems to work off the alcohol.

Fuc’s with his hand over his mouth coughed "bull shit!"

"Ok sex fifteen times yesterday and last night; is the honeymoon over Fuc’s?"

"You had enough of me, already? Say something, at least grunt caveman!"

"Not even close to the honeymoon being over, those flowers should tell you that Beth." He smiled but then had to put his foot in his mouth, pouring coffee Fuc’s said.

"You always chatter?"

"Chatter… Did you just say chatter Fuc’s? You want to rethink that, especially after the chatter I did on the old pistol Fuc’s." The blazing fire in her eyes sat him back.

"Well... Yes Beth... Sorry... Sometime when I am... nervous I don't think... of what to say, you know I lash... lash out! Sorry I don't think your speaking is chatter. But you are quite active, vocally that is... And this morning and my head hurts, damn it Beth!

You weren't complaining when I was screaming in orgasm so actively Fuc’s!"

"When I shut up you will know it’s over between us! How about that! And maybe we can work on your one word answers and grunts. Maybe you too can learn to chatter, ok."

Beth now had a sweet smile; yellow egg in her white teeth and Fuc’s laughed.

"Shower ten minutes, five minutes to the county building, auto room check out, we got now what, forty minutes to kill, any ideas Mr. talker? Or just give me good grunt, Ok!"

Fuc’s bent over pinching her right nipple till she squealed.

"Yea, let’s go for some more of that please!” He smiled. Beth took off running for the big bed.

HOWARD COUNTY MEDICAL CENTER

The body now in a metal remains transfer case. Similar to what service men are brought home in from the war's overseas. The body packed in dry ice, was being rolled on the portable casket carrier. A sling above held it steady for the two soldiers, rolling the coffin down the long corridor.

Fuc’s and Beth rolled up. Fuc’s came up fast the tire's somewhat screeched, he threw it in park, as the car rocked back and forth. Beth gave him hard stare.

"Cop thing!"

"Cave man thing," Beth grunted back at him in a deep voice.

Fuc’s waved the guard over rolling down the smoked glass window. The army National Guard Major came to Beth's window wrinkled full camouflage uniform, keeping a few feet distance. He knelt, his eyes never left Beth's chest.

"Anything unusual Major," Fuc’s asked.

"Not a thing Mr. Fucsmore."

"Just call me Fuc’s!"

"Sure Mr. Fucsmore... I mean.

"Whatever I'll wait here with... does he need me to sign or have you done it already?"

"The Private has the paperwork, only you are allowed to sign off on it, sir!”

"Ok, bring it out when you are ready, how do you guys wear that crap in this heat?"

"The conditioning sir… keeps us comfortable… sir!"

"Ok, if you say so!

The window glided back up "Prick" Fuc’s mumbled.

He felt Beth squeeze his hand, "you’re jealous Fuc’s, I'm so proud..."

"Listen Fuc’s I had two girls last night from the club she worked at swear... This kid... If this is in fact "the Mickey girl," Beth air quoted the last part.

"The most recent said she took no drugs at all, not even weed Fuc’s. Fuc’s even I have toked a little, you know over seas… on vacation." She smiled.

"Beth I have no doubt this girl was not an addict... Look Beth I work federal task force. I know fully what hypes look like. And this girl probable never drank anything stronger than milk."

"But it's still listed as death by overdose. The damn TOX came back! I got the call this morning. She was loaded with drugs, enough to kill five, hell maybe ten people, her small size and..."

"This make my stomach sick, I never should have looked at her picture." Beth said.

"Well, two moderate drug users and two non users, all dead from a speed ball. Is that what it was?"

"Yep lethal cocktail, coke meth and tar heroin," Fuc’s said it somberly.

"Look Beth I made my pitch, wanted to have the FBI lab look over the body. But the higher ups wanted the local Coroner's initial finding to remain the cause of death. The case closed, she died of accidental self induced drug overdose. Case closed..."

GRISSOM AFB PERU, INDIANA

An hour later Fuc’s was back in his seat on the plane. Beth giving him questioning looks as he put his reflective glasses back on and feigned taking a nap. No further information he could give her.

Fuc’s looked up the three marshals riding the shotgun seat one looking back two faced forward. He knew he could make no show of affection for Beth it would cause her grief with these federal cops probable the worst in the government.

They moved the most hardened criminals in the world, worse than the street guys and they were bad, played dirty. Not a single federal prisoner had been lost by air flight since it began in the 50's. Some got too the final destination a little battered, if they misbehave.

He whispered to Beth not moving his lips, "Beth, come meet me at the monument, water side ok." She winked, "eighteen hundred," he saw her legs part, guess that was a big yes.

Fuc’s got home to his condo in Falls Church; it now seemed big and very lonely. Hell Beth was now on station till midnight, that hookup was fouled out. If she was as tired as him all she would do was sleep. He got this place for the long term girlfriend to move in with him, and then he grew to hate the place.

He was ok alone, but now thinking of Beth. Wow I miss her, I really do. He picked up the phone, time to call in that favor.

He was entitled to one, for this little farce. Maybe two, hell lets go for three. He got a note pad wrote down his request picked up the phone. "The director’s office please, Special agent Fuc’s."

Maryland

Two day later a closed family funeral was held at a small chapel in the hamlet just ten minutes from the Markland estate. The grave overlooking Deep Creek Lake in Maryland, it was a rushed but beautiful service.

Fuc’s watched the service from across the narrow part of the lake; he was on his own time and had Beth in the back seat holding a long range video surveillance unit. He wanted to see just exactly how the father and family reacted.

It was just a curiosity, he had gotten the bug, after learning four other girls died the exact same way. He showed his boss, Assistant Deputy Director Shepherd.

He was however called down on the carpet for an unauthorized investigation. So Fuc’s knew the fast fix was in, connections made, for quid pro quo.

After reviewing the entire file Fuc’s knew there was more to this. He hoped one of the local's put some brain power behind one of these poor girl's.

He had doubts though; strippers and prostitutes got little man power even in large cities. From the looks of the small town he had doubts unless she had a bigger drug connection.

That's all the government cared about drugs and terrorists. The reality was both were money, pure and simple. Under Bush they now had power to seize any governments or persons assets, if it was deemed to support drug's or support terrorism.

He sat looking at the eight by ten glossy of the girl, high school graduation photo. The girl was spectacular looking; he wondered where her life could have gone wrong. Especially with the Markland money behind her, life seemed to have too many mysteries.

He looked at the wife thru the binoculars both beauties, real shame. He felt sorry for the dead girl and the wife. Having to live with this creep of a father, the other daughters both gorgeous just like the mom and Mickey.

But for now this one was closed as of last night. Fuc’s had carte blanch to put together a team, roving team, too investigate suspicious and similar death. One deal thou this one was off limits.

Beth is the first pick for his team and he starts a two week vacation with her tomorrow. Her job will be to select two more team members, three at most. That's all he needed four or five of the best. He was sure this would not be the last he saw of this case.

He closed the smoked glass window as the coffin was lowered into the ground, the mother not one time standing by the husband, actually pushing his hand away from hers. This was one a troubled family.

"That's it Fuc’s we on vacation now?” Beth asked.

"We are, let's head south." The car was already packed Beth's bright yellow mustang convertible. The skimpy beach wear they brought didn't take much room...

CENTRAL INDIANA ….WEEKS LATER

We had rolled out thru the summer and into the fall. The car business now truly a daily grind, I was back to hating it. It came to me easily and business was far above forecast.

We were breaking new records, weekly and monthly resetting the bar higher and higher. Adding people as needed, overtime hours are expensive and at times their needed to be several of me to go around like in the Michael Keaton movie where he duplicates himself.

The hot summer temperatures from sun reflected off black top on both the car lot and auction tarmac was wearing on me heavily. My weight was down and blood pressure was high according to my doctor.

I had not told him of my psychotic dreams, but did have a plan. I asked for a drug to quit smoking and I knew he would give me scrip for an anti-depressant. Which had been shown to help stop some people from smoking?

I had tried to quit several time's. My wife is the reformed smoker from hell. Of course when she quit, she just told me 'I'm done last puff!" She threw her pack in the water and never smoked again. Unless you count the pack of joints she smokes a day.

Well maybe that's an exaggeration but her and my kids smoke a lot of weed. The doctor gave me a free sample of Viagra with a script; I told him I didn't really need it. He informed me the smoking script had the side effect of lowering the libido.

In fact my brother in law did the same and lost his dick as well as his smoking habit. Of course now he was back too three packs a day. I don't know how his dick is.

My wife's sister is a heavy smoker and a nurse to boot, since my wife made the appointment. I suppose the little blue pills were her idea, she is so funny sometimes. I know where my daughter gets it from...

I Knew guys at the swing clubs took these little blue pills and swore by them splitting them up between those in the know. I had never indulged and never had the need in fact.

I was looking forward to Fred not leading me around so much taking the new drug. However when my wife told me the blue pill lowered the blood pressure, hell I thought maybe next time we are out at the club, I'll try one.

Other than that I was fit as a fiddle and glad to know I had no STD’s, once all the blood and other test came back of course.

Biggest problem listed hypertension and smoking. In big red ink was written "Quit Now" circled and underlined twice. This new Doc. is a prick, I thought. Could that be why my wife got the appointment with him?

Somewhat relieved that with all the sex with others no STD’s showed up and I thanked god, the only thing now would be the dreaded Crab's. We couldn't catch crabs though; no swingers have any pubic hair to transport the little critters in any comfort, so they seemed to stay away from our new group.

After the first night at the club and by many request, we realized my lower man grove, "bush" had to go. It was a unique experience to say the least and I strongly recommend all men try it once in their life, if you are an idiotic sex addict like me anyway. My wife and Mandy did the honors and I found it quite erotic, even stimulating in fact.

I was excited the entire time, it was embarrassing at first, but Mandy was diligent, with my wife helping to "lick the problem," so to speak. Maybe she can come by daily I thought for a trim.

Once you do this it’s hard to go back, two days of growth down their and you look like you're playing hot pocket pool in your pants, avoiding a hot coal. It itches like crazy, not like beard hair at all.

I know why the girls keep it hi & tight daily. Wax does not work for men. Trust me, testicles and wax a big no-no. All the sex and responsibility with summer heat added in, had me at times almost passing out, but the daily grind went on.

CHAPTER 32

Many times my mind wondered back to that first night at that Swing club, Mandy, me and my wife in the group shower. We all brushed our teeth, I brushed mine three times. The girls were giggling and laughing at me like school girls.

We headed for the bar, the drinks Alice brought long gone. We were all still dehydrated. I had lost track of how many orgasms I had, and as far as I was concerned, I was well done.

Although I felt revived somewhat after the shower and did finally give up on the shorts, everyone was pretty well naked now anyway.

A swinger, a nudist and a sex addict, and wearing a Village people costume, living out kinky fantasies that should have remained just that, fantasy, and did I mention a Drunk, what next drugs.

The dance floor was still packed. People were having open sex on the couches in front of god and everyone. I looked at my watch, "fuck," it was a little after one a.m. I had thought it was four or five a.m. by now. I showed my wife, she laughed.

"Were just getting started Jackson!"

A wild wanton woman had been unleashed and since it was her birthday, what was I to do? We still had two hours before we would be assigned a room for the night.

We were far too drunk to drive out of this place, not that my wife would have given me that option, nor would I have taken it if offered. For me this was like having an addict in the cocaine factory.

I was still having somewhat a timid response to seeing my wife with another man. I'm not sure how other men handled this first time out, but it was gnawing at me.

Mandy pretty much stuck to us, or more to the point, Mahwah. We seemed to have really struck a friendship if you can call it that. She clung to us or me the rest of the night. The old adage of be careful what you wish for was biting my ass hard.

My wife and I paired off with two more couples, suitable to my wife's taste, not a big room orgy this time. Just the four of us, prior to this night, which would have certainly been an orgy, but the bar had been reset and raised very high now.

Mandy joined also, making it five. We had not had this much sex since my wife and I first met. Everyone we hooked up with was good looking couples or we had a lot of drinks, who knows. Dark subdued lighting with booze makes everyone look better.

I had screwed five different women; my wife had been with many different men. I had learned a lot in seven short hours, I now had a bi-wife which for a second excited me, somewhat. That one second was now over.

Two more encounters down and it was still not yet time to go up front and claim our reserved room. I still wondered, what the catch is, this is far too cheap. We killed time at the bar and dance floor.

We wound up with a big room with two beds, Mandy and Bart didn't have a room reserved. They shared our beds. We were paired except I had Mandy, Bart was with my wife.

They were at it again; my wife had decided she liked him with her on her back, him pounding into her, hard as he could go. Wonderful!

Mandy was on top of me, laying on me, I was fully inside her. She somewhat took me by surprise, she whispered into my ear.

"I want it in my butt," she giggled. "Your wife said you were too big for her, never did it for you, I like it," she said.

Another fantasy I wasn't looking to fulfill, but since I had lusted over her fine ass all night. And when put like that, with the amount of booze running thru my dulled brain, I bit.

She rolled off me and onto her belly. I had never made a big thing of anal sex with any woman. I had tried it in the seventy's, but once tried, another tick mark on the fantasy list.

It just wasn't a big thing for me but the way Mandy had said it, had my small brain engaged. Wow who’s B-day is it again, I thought.

I wet a finger in my mouth and slid it into her. She kissed me pushing back, she was so damn tight. I wasn't sure she could handle it. I mounted her using her own wetness for lubrication.

Her hands came around expedited the act opening herself to me fully. I could feel the heat from her almost like a slow burn coming up at me.

She was tensed under me but seemed determined, "more," she said. "Don't stop, go now!"

I felt her tighten but I plunged anyway. I put a hand over her mouth. I felt her grunt and soon she was pushing back at me. My hand went around feeling her excitement between her legs.

She was gushing, leaking out wetness now. I had two fingers in her. She was fully enthralled in the act, pushing back at me. I was deep inside her, her scream muffled into my hand.

One thing I noticed right away was that woman could let loose with the vocals in this hedonistic pleasure palace. Both of these women seemed in a contest to out scream the other.

She was tightening and spasming as she climaxed, pushing me to ejaculate also. She bucked and worked to keep me in as long as possible. I lay atop her still inside her.

I heard my wife have another gut wrenching orgasm as they seemed to climax together. Wonderful, love was in such full bloom.

Bart and Mandy went off for bathroom and drinks. My wife called me to her bed and we kissed, she tasted salty and sweaty.

I like her smell and taste, it's a turn on for me, pheromones I suppose. Whenever she is excreting her scent it inflames me, which was exactly the case now.

"You ok?" She asked. "Any regrets?"

"None so far," I lied.

"I'm not done yet," she informed me. Oh hell, I thought.

"Birthday again," I replied.

She nodded, "lick me I really liked that," she said. "I'm swollen and puffy; I love how your tongue feels inside me... I covered her mouth with my hand not wanting to hear more. She pushed my head down.

I had a strange feeling, I enjoyed it also, but it made me feel a little, well Gay. I still went after her with relish to complete this fantasy for her. She gushed out another orgasm into my mouth; she was having a squirting orgasm.

She pushed my face away, she was sated for the moment and I hoped it would be a very long moment.

I looked up to find Mandy and Bart both watching us with big grins on their faces. I smiled back, my wife covered her face and laughed, guess they had seen it all, what the hell I thought.

Mandy held two wash cloths one soapy, one just wet. Both nice and warm, Bart had large drinks for everyone, which we sorely needed. At that point even I would have preferred water. I would have to remember to bring plenty of bottled water, if we had a next time.

"Come here big boy," Mandy said pulling me over to the bed's edge. I was maybe two thirds the size of porno Bart, but she was calling me big boy anyway.

These women know how to work your ego. She washed Fred thoroughly gave him a lick and a big wet kiss making a popping sound as she pulled it out.

"Prefect" she said. Yes I thought, now leave him be.

She snuggled up to me, her stroking me, kissing deeply. I thought I was done, who would have known. I was erect again. She pulled me on top of her guiding me into her wetness, again.

Our love making had infected my wife and Bart they were at it again as well. I came two more times. When I passed out in exhaustion my wife and Bart were still going strong.

I could hear the birds chirping in the dawn outside. I woke up with my wife in my arms. Her hair was a mess she looked like she was, "put up wet" as the term says, rode hard put up wet. I think it was a saying relating to a horse, but very apropos for this moment.

I moved down her flat tummy, I thought I would give her a final birthday wake up call. Her legs parted for me, I engulfed her into my mouth with my tongue going deep inside her. She woke up quickly and exploded again.

I felt her pulling me up and slid into her fully, she was tight and swollen from all the nights’ escapades. She came again and so did I. Bart and Mandy were long gone and I was thankful for that. I looked at my watch; it was eleven a.m. Sunday morning.

The club had continental breakfast laid out. Damn a hundred bucks, what's the catch I thought again. Nothing I had seen food wise was store bought it was all freshly made. Even the pastry's and deserts left over from the previous night. We went for coffee and bottled water.

I drank a gallon of coffee, while we chatted with a few stragglers. The place was being cleaned, all volunteers, I assumed. Or maybe work traded for a reduced entry fee. I had seen most of these people naked the night before.

A guy I guessed for mid-sixty's, came to us hand extended.

"Jack and Tess," he asked.

I nodded; he had a piece of paper in his hand.

A bill I assumed. Oops what did I do wrong I thought, drinks in the party room came to mind. He smiled, taking my hand.

"I'm Dan, Judy's over their, my wife of forty years. We own this place we have been in the lifestyle for thirty years, owned the club for ten years."

"Very nice," I said nodding to Judy.

"Well fellah, I heard you and Tess had a real good time," he said with a big grin. We were both blushing.

He let us off easy and continued "that's why the club is here, for adult fun with a great group of people."
I was still waiting for the catch, and I assumed it was in his hand, he went on.

"You guys impressed a few people last night, all night I guess. These people are already gone, but they left phone numbers and e-mail addresses for you."

I relaxed and breathed out.

"It’s no big deal but do try and get out of your room by nine or ten at the latest. We let you sleep-in. We knew you had a great first night, we hope you come see us again."

"We like to be cleaned up and out of here by noon," we shook his hand again, agreeing.

"Thank you so much," we both said.

"I'm sure you will see us back again soon."

"Very soon," my wife added with a big smile.

We small talked awhile, us trying to edge closer toward the door, it was hard, and Dan and Judy were quite the talkers. We liked them both a lot. But it was well after noon, their deadline.

The drive home was very subdued, and we were both quite. Probably reliving the night over again in our minds, not knowing how the other felt. We both spoke at once.

"You ok?" Damn we've been together so long, telepathy I thought.

We laughed held hands shared our feeling. We were both going to be fine. We would go back; who knows my birthday was coming up in two months. She said, Reading my mind.

"Your birthday is soon!" She smiled kissing my cheek.

"Thank you," she said, adding. "It still takes a backseat to Daytona or the beach."

"I don't know," I said.

She pinched my nipple, not real hard, a lover’s pinch.

"Knew you would love it Jackson," she said and I suppose that would have been the time to say what was in the back of my mind, but the confrontational coward that I am. I too my regret now, remained silent.

In many way's I did not feel this was the type of birthday party I would have imagined for her. In the pit of my gut I felt like shit, but being the Car Guy who always puts on the happy face, I just smiled at her. If I had known where this would lead in out lives... I still have no clue what I would have done.

She opened the paper that Dan had given her, she read off the names. "Hum, Mandy, Joe and Alice, Beth and Cindy, Mark and Sally, two other couples names."

I asked, "Do you remember who goes with which name?" I laughed as I said it.

"Hell no, I drank too damn much."

"Too bad they didn't leave photos to go with the names," I said.

It looked like an idea went off in her mind.

"Is that all?" I asked. "No Jackson, top of the list... Bart."

I chuckled "let's call Bart and Mandy sometime, I said.

My hope was to get away from the club atmosphere.

She laughed and slid over, we were happy swingers now... I suppose.

"I wouldn't mind seeing these people outside that environment, they all seemed nice." I said.

"I think we should," she agreed.

It was a pleasant drive home. The weather was picture perfect thru the countryside. All the trees now fully leaved out and some in bloom. Farm houses with flowers in spectacular displays of color, daffodils, tulips, peonies, and soft fluffy clouds floating over head.

The moon roof open, the air fresh and clean, clear almost surreal. My wife, head back eyes closed, the rays of the sun over head striking her lovely natural beauty. An REO song played in the background, "keep on loving you!"

Her golden hair splayed out like a halo. God how I love this wonderful woman, I thought. A quarter of a century but it seemed yesterday that I met her.

We were still somewhat wiped out when we arrived home after one p.m. We pulled into our front drive which has a private patio and entrance to our master bedroom. I had added it to the house, one of my last projects.

I didn't want the kids to see us unload stripper cloths or maybe it was guilt. I was having thoughts and feeling I wasn't sure how to deal with. My wife told the kids we were up late and taking a needed nap, nothing strange or unusually about that.

I was sorting clothes that I felt needed a seriously good wash, maybe two washes, I laughed as I thought it. My wife heard me from the walk-in closet. She came out butt naked locking the bedroom door, pushing me back on the bed. She sat on me, kissing me.

"I'm still on fire Jackson, I can't believe it." She whispered.

I reached down grabbed her butt in both my hands pulled her up onto my face. We made love two more times. Our built in sex toys were screaming for some rest. Fred and Wilma were over used and needing rest.

"My balls hurt!"

"Poor baby, let me kiss'em" she cooed. I grabbed my privates.

"How bout you stick a fork in'em, I'm done, over done."

We slept in each others arms. Couple of hours only, awoke, started making love again.

CHAPTER 33

I felt almost feminine when showering now days. Keeping trimmed down below requires skill and maintenance. How do women carry on this daily ritual, shaving, hair, and make up, feet, nails, moisturizer, and brush out the hair daily, Jesus!

I learned from Mandy to use a dull razor. The way mine became if my wife used it just one time. Sharp razors up their, a dull razor down their, but god forbid you mix them up.

A sharp razor below leaves you reeling from loss of blood. I caught on quickly; I put tape on one razor to make sure it was the right one. I just needed to make sure I never shaved drunk.

My wife had become an Internet junkie once the kids all went back to school after summer break and her list of chat buddies filled multiple scrolling screens.

I was rarely on except to check stocks, and now that I was not day trading, I was pretty much blue chip, with few exceptions. My banker's liked that as well not as much risk. I used my wife's log-on as always. It had been awhile since I had logged on.

Suddenly things had changed. Now whenever I logged on I got bombarded, "dings, dongs, whistles, and “you got mail” “you got mail" "you got mail."

"Shut The Fuck Up!" I had said it out loud.

Fucking windows were slapping my face like heavy pelting rain on a Harley ride in a damn thunderstorm.

"Hey Tess, hi Tess, hey babe, A. S. L. (whatever the hell that means) not spying but I became curious, I opened her mail account and thank god it wasn't like the postal service. I would be broke from mailing cost. Her in/out boxes were filled page after page, some with attachments.

I opened one and it said "already exist replace or continue. I just hit enter, whatever.

A thumbnail screen came up with some great pictures. So good I got my reading glasses. I saw porn heaven, I clicked a few pics. It was pictures of people from the Clubs we had sex with and others as well. FFA's, Future Fornicators of America. Future wannabe's I suppose and we were either in their sights or they were in ours?

I saw various poses and live sex acts. This was a library I assumed. I guess my wife had found a way to fill her days. I began to explore more fully this new communications arena.

I was now a swinger, nudist, sex addict, and an AOL junkie, and still most likely a drunk, lovely. I had AOL loaded onto the mainframe at the office to complete my addiction.

I was now live on the web with my wife and all our new Internet friends. It was as if we were working together again. For all I knew she was just down the hall on one of the company's terminals. We both found we liked it and it worked well for us. For awhile!

Life is so unfair, anything that seems fun has a down side, too much can sometimes actually kill you. As a person, I don't seem to moderate real well, excess will sometimes however, do it for you, as I was soon to learn.

Looking at all the photo's brought my mind wondering back to march 1979. The first night we had ravished each other, so much so, we both in the end wound up losing our jobs her first, then me because I wanted to be with her every possible moment.

I was twenty-four and she was just twenty-one and we made love five times the first night we met. I picked her up for lunch at the hospital and I had been waiting since eleven-thirty parked outside where I had dropped her off.

She came out looking for my car, I honked, she smiled ran over, a big bright smile on her face almost like relief as if she expected me not to be their.

"Why didn't you call or come in," she asked.

I handed her flowers from the backseat. Red and yellow roses with greenery wrapped in silk lace, with a card.

She took them kissed me. "Hello," she said.
She pulled out the card, it read.

To: "The beautiful blond in black who stole my heart and soul!

"I'm embarrassed," I said. I couldn't call; I don't even know your name. You never told me what it is."

She got a tear in her eye leaned over kissed me deeply a long breathless kiss. A kiss shared only by intimate lovers.

Her lips to my ear, she whispered, "my name is Theresa."

"Call me Tess."

Her hand lowered to my groin squeezing me.

"Where to for lunch," I asked.

"I have an hour, drive up that way" she pointed.

Tess was wearing the same clothes. She had washed them at my place, while we made love again in the morning. I don't have an iron so they seemed a little ruffled, wrinkly in fact.

I hit the ramp moved into it and arrived at an electronic entry key pad, with lowered arm blocking me. She gave me the code.

"Secret way out," I smiled.

"Not quite," she said.

We parked in a dark corner. The fifth avenue I was driving had dark reflective windows. A big car with a huge backseat, some would call it a boat; I called it my free demo. But with gas at seventy-nine cents a gallon who cared. Jimmy Carter the fucking disaster that he was, gas prices were finally back down, thank god.

She jumped thru into the back seat pulling me along with her, leading me by my yellow polka dot silk tie, almost as if it were a leash.

Her slacks and panties already around her ankles, she hurriedly opened my faux Gucci belt and dropped my suit trousers around my knees. I was already erect. I could smell her pungent scent as soon as she had entered my closed up car and the excitement of the previous night returned quickly.

But I wondered if she would catch the scent of Vickey on my penis. She gave a faint sniff and looked up at me. I couldn't tell if she knew it wasn’t from her or not. She engulfed me completely.

I'm not sure if she sensed another woman's secretions on me, driving her to make me want only her, but she worked real magic on me; I lasted only a few minutes. She held on to me rising up and pulling me back further into the seat. Tess landed against the rear passenger door with her back and butt on the soft Corinthian leather. Her entire body open to me with a look of longing and lust, a magnetic aura cascading from her very being, that magical alluring spell was back.

"Feels nice and you taste good," she commented.

I guess I wasn't busted for the Vickey indiscretion after all. Or was that the intent of the comment. I knew not, nor cared at that moment, did everything inside me want my seed within her again.

She guided me into her, excited and ready for me. She was fully charged and slickly wet from her oral gratifications of me and I wasn’t sure who liked it more but the whole car smelling of her sex. She had me back to full male lust pounding into her without care or caution I hoped however that no one drove by.

The suspension on the big boat Chrysler is very nice, smooth road car, a fine automobile. However anyone driving by would have thought it was an L. A. lo-Rider, bouncing on its hydraulics.

I came inside her twice but the fire of lust still burned within both of us.

"Do that thing you did last night," she said pulling my mouth to her wetness.

I had the A/C full blast, the defogger engaged fully and droplets of moisture on the inside of the windows. We were both a wet sopping mess, but continued until she gushed into my mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs.

I was looking up into her face as I nursed her softly our eyes locked, a gentle caress with just my tongue slowly licking. She had very little make-up on, not having made it back to Karen's yet. Her glow and the rosiness blooming in her high cheek bones, her eyes dark from lust, and this girl needed no make-up. Her lips were red and full and engorged with the blood of unquenchable lust.

Eighteen hours and I was hopelessly in love with this goddess. Sorry Vicks but you may be out one fuck buddy.

I felt that pedestal rising but she was not on it, I was standing tall upon the long term pillar of monogamy.

She was now fifteen minutes late and I had been gone from the dealership for over two hours and my shift ended in only an hour, I was in trouble.

"What about lunch?”I asked.

She smiled "I had mine, high protein" she laughed, kissing me.

I offered to get her home after work, she agreed, we exchanged work numbers. She left the roses with me.
"Take care of these till I see you later? “She said it as a question.

I nodded, we hugged and kissed not wanting to let go. Like this might be our last moments on earth together.

An attractive blond woman late thirty's or early forties, the heavy make up making it hard to tell. Her eyeliner going out a full half inch from her eye corner like Cleopatra began tapping at the passenger window.

"Perry is looking for you Tess, I told him you were in the copy center." She yelled thru the closed window.

"He's get’in antsy though," she added.

As I powered the window down, she looked in at me the gleam from her smile almost blinding. The smell of raw sex was strong in the car and wafted up all over her I'm sure. I could sense the urges of lust within her seemingly spring to life. She smiled a knowing smile, knowing what we had been up to.

"Is this the guy?" She put out in a sweet southern drawl as thick as flowing honey.

"Yes nosey" Jack, Joyce, Joyce, Jack." Wow what an introduction.

“I got'ta run Jackson!" I'll call you in a little while," Tess said.

Taking my head into both of her hands and kissing me as her tongue passed into my mouth, I felt her hand on my penis squeezing gently.

"Take care of big Fred for me," she whispered.

Joyce however hearing every word, her head now in the open window, giving a smile like the Cougar she was. Her smile now looked like the bared fangs of a huntress.

Tess, leaving the car obviously not caring what Joyce thought of our display of affection, held my hand till the door fell closed, but reached thru the open window for one last touch. Joyce finally grabbed her hand pulling her away from the car as I pulled around the circular drive and hit the street signal, red light.

Joyce and Tess were still outside at the entry door I saw in my rear view mirror. They lit up both smoking as they touched and laughed, whispering to each other sharing I assumed.

I had seen a good sized rock on Joyce's ring finger, married I presumed. She was pointing at the chalky spot on Tess' pants in the V of her crotch; Tess was brushing at it to no avail. She looked like she was masturbating in public, cigarette hanging from her lips, quite breathtaking to me at the time actually.

I drove on as someone lit me up with a long honk from behind. I saw the girls look out at me and busted out laughing. I drove on with a smile knowing it would be sometime before it faded.

I got to the car lot, agreed to hang till four-thirty even thought I wasn't allowed to take any ups. I felt the eye on me the whole time. I looked like I had wrestled in my suit and could hear people sniffing as they were close to me, I smelled of raw sex. My shift buddy Tommy had come on at two-thirty and he wanted details, but I gave none.

We were all a crew, party crew. I can't begin to name the women we have all shared. We all trolled the same bars. I missed the free love era of the sixty's. But I have to say it had nothing on the mid- seventy's disco era.

If you didn't score every night or sometimes twice at the disco bars of the late seventy's you were lame, stupid or a big time loser.

We all shared info on which girls would throw down with you at a moments notice and we all lived in the same large apartment complex in the singles section. It was centrally located near our favorite “pick up spots" the area to be for hot horny singles, both male and female.

We had a bar for every night of the week. I promised myself one day to write a book of our exploits maybe when I get old, real old. Disco Daze is what I’ll title it.

Each bar was the place to be for that night and none of us had to wait waited on-line to get thru the roped lines. We were their so often it was like we worked their. To others we probably looked important, guys who could get you right thru the line.

That became one of the reasons we were babe magnets. Since we came from work we looked like lawyers, bankers, maybe even young up and coming successful stockbrokers.

The round-d-round girls as I had termed them. R&R, a good play on words I thought, would cruise thru the club, big hair dressed to the nines on secretary wages.

They all worked part time in clothing stores for the discount on the latest in fashion. Big tall "come fuck me shoes" so they stood out and above the crowd with even bigger hair to finalize the look added to that.

CHAPTER 34

We, the crew were always looking for "fresh" fresh Pussy you hadn't had before. That is a young guy thing, just like in nature, spread your seed. Even thought the pill had made your sperm just another organism being killed in the womb by the bacteria it was dead before it got on its way. It’s long swim to life in vain. God bless the pharmacists and Drug companies for without it I would have a hell of a lot of kids, a family forest not just a family tree.

The R&R girls wanted nothing more than to be with a guy several times, if he was to their liking she would be off the pill in no time (Trapped one). They wanted to nest, hang with one guy they knew, liked, and could maybe go “long term with." They knew we were not those guys and we were very up front about it. All the girls of the day were on the pill.

Sex without condoms was somewhat safe and if you didn't agree to prearranged dates with sex afterwards, it was hard for ladies to trap a certain guy into a situation, so to speak. In five years I had not been on a single pre-arranged date and we had no date night, not the guys of our crew. We were spending our youth, money, and energy with one quest in mind, “fresh pussy."

My only exception to this was Vickey but in most ways she was a guy friend to me except she had different plumbing and she was just as big a player as I. She had a little light she would turn on if she was having sex. And trust me in the three years I knew her I bet she went thru a lot of candelabra bulbs in that little light.

As the R&R girls made their dizzying waltz around the bars. One, they wanted to be sure to be seen and two show off the assets. They would sometimes stop, talk to you, and send out the signals letting you know that all you had to do was lead them out of the club. Your car, their car, your place, their place it didn't matter.

We always gave the same response. “I’m just hanging right now; let’s meet up at closing time." If you didn't bag the elusive "fresh" you had back up options. These girls knew the game and they tried to play us off one another. They would dance with a guy but look to see if you were watching. We wouldn't unless they could not see us of course.

Now on the other hand we would use each other, girls and guys. Girls would use us to get a guy jealous and we would use them as "fresh bait." The hot looking plastic queens we would dance with would just be for window dressing, been their and done that girl!

Our hope was a new hot fresh girl would see us dancing with a gorgeous babe, and then watch us go off in separate directions. We would go back to our crew station usually somewhere near the ladies room. That gave you two looks at the new girls at least, one going in and one coming out and no one took our hi-top tables, no one.

The new fresh girl now knew we were not a "long term" couple and knew they could make a play for us, if it worked they stayed at our table. If not they were right by the bathroom, good excuse to come by anyway. No death walk back to the girlfriends, it was a perfect scenario.

Women won’t do the death walk, no way. Not in their nature, rejection makes women cry. And that would not be a pretty sight with the caked make-up of the 70's. Water proofs didn't come along for quite some time.

The sharing between the crew was not like swinging at all in fact, it was more like a personal referral program. I would point out or a buddy would ask you "been their, done that?" We would give the recommendation and disclose what turned the girl on. How much kink she would go for, oral, anal, spit or swallow, all the kinky details. Besides, this was "fresh" as far as this particular guy was concerned. It also got us off the hook with the girl and she could now try to "long term" my buddy... Try being the operative word…Not!

I was now in a real dilemma. I did not want Tess to ever be in one of these bars ever again. Even thought in fact that's where I had met her. Hypocrite, so what, no way in hell would I sharing info on her to my friends. I had found her on her first outing and if she hadn't been with anyone for months. I planned on keeping her set aside on a "long term, fresh pedestal" of my own.

I lied, told my buddy's I struck out. They weren't buying what I was selling at that point; they had seen it all last night. But I wasn't talking, our bar behavior was being single and available, but not what I would call swinging. We had one common thread we had all fucked the same group of females.

Some guys who were not so successful and would sometimes fall off the grid. Go "long term" for a short while anyway. I had never been off the grid… ever. It was Thursday, ladies night and fashion show at one of our best and more popular watering hole. I now was in a dilemma. Was I going off the grid? "Long term," with this girl Tess, she had me in emotional conflict.

I liked her a lot, didn't want to hurt her in anyway, so I had a decision to make. Do I invite her out tonight, a date for god's sakes? I would be a laughing stock, Pussy whipped. Me out their on some girls "long term" pedestal, I had a few hours to resolve this conflict. I got the call from Tess at four thirty-five, "come pick her up or she could ride with Joyce at five o'clock, but I had her roses."

Was this girl good or what, was she in fact spinning me in her web, now twirling me around, over and over in her silkiness? Was she as innocent as she seemed or the greatest player ever born. Had I in fact met my match? Crap, I needed a drink and I don't drink this early. My buddies and I agreed to meet up at a high priced Chili joint, two doors down from the big club at 9:30 to 10:00, the late shift got off at 9:00 p.m.

I picked up Tess and she was still beaming; it was like we had known each other forever, long term lovers, and lifers in fact. She kissed me getting into the car and grabbed the roses smelled them "sighed “and slid her hand into mine.

"Which way do I go?"

"Karen works till seven, I don't have my keys." Is she good or what I thought, I felt another spin on the web.

"Hungry?"

"I could go for seconds on Fred… desert," she smiled.

I smiled back and dropped it into gear. She threw up the center arm rest, put the roses beside her and slid in close beside me. I put my arm around her neck and shoulder like that's just where it belonged. She held my right hand with her same hand. Her left fell into my lap somewhat like it belonged their as well.

"Fred missed me did he?" She asked, giving him a squeeze.

I was already swelling, the smell of our sex still around us.

"Did Wilma miss Fred?" I asked. She gave me a questioning look.

"Fred and Wilma, the Flintstone, life's perfect matches" I said.

"It’s only fair, you named mine Fred."

"I like it," she said, "they fit pretty perfect together, don't they Jackson?"

It was a statement not really a question, I nodded, she kept squeezing, Fred liked it to.

So that was that, it had been less than twenty-four hours and we had pet names for our genitals, talk about long term pedestal.

Over the next days, weeks and months she seemed like a one woman kamikaze squad trying to kill Fred. Their were days we made love all day and all night, five times a day at worst, ten not unusual on weekends. Who's counting anyway, maybe poor Fred? If it seems this was going to be a happier ever after tale, think again, the rocks were about to fall on both our heads.

I was juggling hard now and it was becoming exhausting but in many ways I loved it. Who the hell needs food or sleep anyway, we were young, sleep when you’re dead.

I drifted back into the present and began thinking about young Vickey Mitchell. I pictured her in a field of wildflowers, her hand lightly brushing the tops as she whirled thru them, she suddenly turned and looked me dead in the eye and said, “Goodbye Daddy, I love you… I always loved you and hated him….” Father, what was this craziness.

My mind came out of this dreamland, my eyes snapped wide open. Out the big bay window the sun was coming thru inside of the house. Just like twenty-five years ago I was burning the candle left, right and middle. I knew it was close to turtle time. My wife lay beside me stroking my chest hair, her leg over mine staring at me. I could feel her eyes on me, moving over my face.

I had a film of sweat on my face maybe from the sun thru the window or it could be the dream again. I had it now for the um' teen time, always the same, me having sex and I wake to find a dead women underneath me. But this time it was like finality. Like "the end" was stamped on the scene in my mind. “Goodbye daddy, I love you!”

"Who is this Vicki you seem to dream about?"

"This is like when we first met Jackson, all we did was screw." And sometimes when you came you called me Vickey. I never said anything, thought it was an old girl friend."

"I don't know, just a crazy dream I keep having," I lied.

"I think I have missed it," she said. “It used to excite me and make me jealous. Tommy told me it was the girl who slapped you the first night we met."

"The gal that lived at the end of our building; the one who could have been a, well…. She was the pretty one."

I didn't want to answer her. Somehow the dream had become frightening in my mind, almost too real for me to accept it, as just a dream. But now I had a younger Vickey calling me daddy!

"I'm not twenty-five anymore," I said, laughing.

"No, but Fred sure acts like he is twenty-one again," she said.

It felt like she could read my mind, did she feel me reaching back to our first night together. Her stroking my chest had me excited, again and she climbed onto me.

We finally made it out of the bed and out to the lake at 6:00 p.m., did the second thing we loved to do. Watch our kids and their friends enjoy our little nature habitat and personal paradise.

We talked about business and she envied me, out and about with people, a job to go too away from the house. She still did my books and records for my pre-pay business on quick books from home. It wasn't quite the same as out with co-workers and adults.

In past business venture's she was with me at the office or car lot, whatever the case might be. I could tell she was a little lost without me around.

"If you get bored come by the lot, hell, bring the kids I'll keep'em busy, put'em to work" I said to her wanting to close the void she obviously had.

She brought a bag lunch the next day, no kids. She was dressed different, sexy clothes, clothes that would fit very well at the club’s we had gone to.

"Let’s go eat at the park," she said.

"I like that minivan I picked out at the auction, lets drive it." She said with a smile and a wink.

I logged out "test drive and lunch" on the inter office system. That would light up thru out the building that the lot was no longer covered. Someone would come up to handle it till I returned, if I returned.

We made love in the van. The week went on we made love at the auction in two different motor homes in the back forty. Our sex life was back to full raging charge. Sneaking little sex acts out on the paddle boat, restrooms areas; houses being built that were open for inspection. We were like rampant dogs in heat.

I settled in for the grind of a daily business that required my attention. I have always had one specific problem in any business I get involved in. I'm a builder not a maintainer. When the building is done my interest tended to wane. Our sex life was incredible and business was booming. She did not have to work for money but the free time was gnawing on her, I could see it.

She spent time on the computer and had tracked down the couples with pictures now. So we could now put names to faces of people we had engaged in sex with.

We had Mandy and Bart over and as expected, (thank god the kids were gone) it was a lust marathon. My wife had been our social secretary with me as the "sure why not guy."

We did wind up going back to the club and were pretty much Saturday night fixtures with a few Friday night's sprinkled in as well. We met and had sex with people from all walks of life. Teachers, bankers, accountants even a new car dealer. It was nice to find out from my wife he had a tiny dick, I suppose that goes to my own insecurities.

His hot young trophy wife loved mine however. Every time we pared up my wife would tell me "you owe me," she was keeping track. We called it sympathy sex. As a four some we don't click but the other partner may have to go along with an older fat hubby or suffer a small penis to complete the hook up.

So far I seemed to be on the winning side of this. That would change in time I was sure. The crowds at the Clubs ranged from low twenty's up to retired. Many guys with trophy wives, fake tits, stoic faces leaking Botox.

The plus now for my wife was that she was now bi-sexual, or was that a plus for me. She enjoyed the girls as much as I did. I must admit it got us close to some very sexy young couples.

The younger married couples seemed to enjoy us most. We didn't plan it and played the whole field. Somehow we quickly became known for big room parties. We would reserve the giant room with several beds, couches, and sex swing with bondage chair. At times we would have a dozen hot couples. A gang of people watching thru the windows, wanting to join, the door would be locked however. At times one of us would shout out "you guys" and motion a couple thru the door, more people to suck the oxygen out of the room, woe is me.

The place was always sexually charged, couples copulating in various fashions. All sexual deviations were pretty much ok. Except for male homosexuality, which was strictly forbidden, I liked that rule. They have their own Clubs that cater to that anyway.

We worried about STD’s but we found everyone in the lifestyle to be clean and safe, so far that had been the case. We did get check-ups.

It was a lifestyle with its own language and code words. We both caught on fast, my wife had gotten the swinger's guidebook down loaded online. We knew all the rules and terms.

Soft swing means no intercourse, oral only. Cover swap meant condoms only. Bareback full swap was intercourse no condoms required or wanted. We were quickly known as a full swap, bareback couple.

A closed couple was same room sex only; with open couple meaning you could go off separately or separate room sex. I'm sure for very selfish reasons; I had no desire to be an open couple.

However the best laid plans of man don't always work out. And at some of the big party's (New years, Valentines, etc.) it did happen and created some contentious conflict's. But in the end we seemed to fuck our way around or out of it, nothing like a little jealousy to make you want to drag your own wife off for a little boom-boom. That old caveman mentality kicking in, the little wife now confirmed you were her true man.

We seemed to be in high demand, and being the addict I was it was all good. Or was it a question of how much of this can be good for a committed couple. I guess it would be awhile before I had an answer for that question.

After each weekend adventure we would go home sexually charged. It seemed all we did was fuck or some other type of sex. If the charge seemed to slow my social secretary would make the reservation for a new outing and recharge. The biggest problem I was having now was missing those damn dreams. They tortured me when I had them, but I felt something had been lost. Part of my soul ripped out of me. A void now left that I had no idea how or why it needed filled. All I could remember now was, "goodbye daddy, I love you! I always loved you and hated him!”

CHAPTER 35

Life seemed to calm and became a workable grove perhaps. It went that way until something changed one morning.

"Jackson can I get online and check my e-mail?" My wife asked. She was being snippy with me over the amount of time I was now spending on the computer.

"Come here and read this," I said.

I had been scanning news articles. I was such an Internet junkie now I had stopped the daily papers. Except the big Sunday edition, we still cut coupons and it makes great fire starter for the fireplace. Since winter was heading in quickly, I was stocking up on this somewhat free fire starter source.

"Oh my god Jackson, that's so horrible! The poor little girl, she was only a couple of years older than our own son."

"Here's what bothers me," I said.

It read Vickey Michelle Mitchell, "That was her name?" She asked.

She gave me a weird look "The girl of your dreams."

"I don't know, not a clue."

"The girl that I knew was Vickey Mitchell."

"Wasn't your granny named Michelle, Jackson?"

"Yes, but I never called her that."

I flipped to a different screen several headlines appeared all very similar, all within a localized area, a few miles north of our home.

Thru our swinging lifestyle we now were acquainted with several couple's involved in exotic dancing, "stripping." My wife had even commented she would love to do it, just once for the fun of it.

Some of the swing club's we now attended had stripper poles. My wife and some of her younger swing mates loved to show off. Learning new and different pole tricks while entertaining us guys watching from the crowd, proudly.

We now had encountered small conflicts at home. One computer account didn't seem to satisfy our family needs. We had kid accounts and adult accounts, everyone wanting online for various reasons. At times it created conflicts. Conversation heated at times of who got more or less time.

My wife had been getting testy with me, morning time was her time. I was doing much more than checking my stock accounts and new headlines these days. This in the past took me only minutes. Something had to change we were becoming communications poor.

We already had three home phone lines and now five cell phones, I longer for the days of the old AT&T monopoly to come back and simplify our lives. I needed to treat it like a business problem I thought. Develop a plan that would cover everyone's needs. Some of the testiness in my wife, was also due to winter coming on, not as much outdoor time.

I felt like she wanted a job outside the home also. Our sex life was incredible good, but she was pissed off about little things. Like a seven hundred dollar outlay for what showed up on our expenses as telephone, Internet and satellite. I could afford it but that wasn't her point. She had put me on a new mission.

We discussed the horrible deaths of these young girls and it weighted heavy on us. My wife was in tears reading about it. How do we protect our own children from the ravages of this drug scourge that seemed to be around us everywhere? I was running late so I yielded the computer and left for work.

The automobile business in not for stupid people, stupid people die in the car business at a fast pace in a bad economy. Show me a successful stupid car dealer and I'll bet he got it from daddy in the will. I will also bet he doesn't get to pass it down to his own children.

As I drove thru the back lot, the over head doors open and all open filled with clean cars. I have taught Cal to put as many cars at close of business inside the building if there is any chance of snow.

Other dealers have snow covered cars I have a fully dressed and displayed front line ready, row of cars to sell when we open the doors. We bring the remaining snow covered cars inside and let the overhead heaters thaw and melt the snow and our cars will be ready by noon, all of them.

Another given for any successful used car dealer or used car manager is memory. Without it you are a goner. You must know every car and where it stands in your operation. They are all assets and liabilities at the same time. An asset because you have them and money invested in them. Liabilities because like fruit they decompose, national rate is two to three percent per month loss of equity.

Cars in service, at the auction, or forgotten cars eat profit. I never lose a car, ever! I know ever car I have and where it’s at and what stage it is in. A car not on the ready line is a double liability with no asset value yet.

So far in my drive I found two cars missing one in transit to the auction, I knew to be dumped for cash. I do admit mistakes sometimes and if I made one my job is to turn them back to cash, eat a loss and move on.

Turning your money is also the key to profitability. Ten cars at a thousand each profit turned four times a year is forty thousand dollars. The same cars turned once a month is one hundred twenty thousand. Which means I can now own fifty one thousand dollar cars, with cash left over? You get the point.

Know where your inventory is at all times and where it stands if you want to be successful. In just over four months I have over three hundred cars burning gas and payments coming in on them.

While my inventory has grown to almost a hundred units, I bought all of them and know each as one of my children by every unique feature and each little quirk of them. The oldest unit on my lot is thirty-nine days of aging.

Any new car dealer would kill for my average inventory aging. Some dealers have cars from eighteen, to twenty-four months on the asset sheet. I would call those cars big liabilities.

Right now my rule of thumb is any sixty day unit goes down to the gas station for cash sale at half price, still a small profit. One week at the gas station unsold, it goes to the Wal-Mart parking lot at half again for one week. And last to the auction at whatever price it can bring.

Inventory must turn. Out of one hundred cars I have one at the gas station, one at Wal-Mart parking lot, one at the auction, and none are at sixty days. Three percent is unbelievable rate of turn.

I was still missing a vehicle however!

I logged into the system checked email, inventory logs, still a missing truck.

I wrote: Alert! Missing a vehicle, advise me….NOW!!!!!

I was still one short. It took less than five minutes.

My partner came in my office closed the door.

"Sorry," he said."

"My brother-in-law took the 4 X 4 pickup he is test driving it. He got it yesterday."

I shushed him with a finger hit a speed dial number on my phone.

"Police, good I just called, you can call off the APB because we found our car. I hung up. I had been talking to dead air.

I'm not a hypocrite he had every right to borrow a car or truck. However it gets better, as I knew it would.

My partners face was white as a ghost.

I open my floor safe nine metal dealer plates, all accounted for.

I laid them out on my desk in a row he turned even paler.

"What's he driving on?" I asked.

"No big deal I just thru on a paper tag," he lied.

"And he wants to buy it?" I asked.

He cleared the lie from his throat with a flemmy cough.

"What a fuck-up," I said.

Checking the paper plate log, the last entry made was mine from Saturday, another lie from his banker lips, interesting.

I pointed to the chair in my office. Trying to pull the shovel out of his death grip, he was digging a deep hole now.

"Cal, in my office now…. Please," I shouted over the property's speaker system.

My voice echoing thru the whole building and exterior on loud speakers, I hung up the intercom phone. I'm sure everyone in the place could tell I was pissed from my tone.

"Cal had noth..." Todd began to say.

I cut him off with the hand.

He seemed to want the shovel back to dig deeper.

Cal Knocked and opened the door. "Hey boss, sump'in's wrong on the lot.

I held up my hand to stop him his voice trailing.

"It ain't like I left it. Ninety-seven four by four pickup," he finally quit talking.

"Todd has the address, take this plate."

I slid a metal tag across the desk. Cal caught it before it hit the floor.

"Sure boss," he said looking down at Todd.

"Hey boss our insurance don't cover that if it’s off the lot without a metal tag," Cal reminded us.

Todd lowered his face. Busted!

I slid a pad across the desk it landed in Todd's lap.
He began writing directions.

"One or two drivers I inquired.

"What?"

"One driver or two" I demanded, raising my voice louder.

Cal looked into the empty corner he wasn't picking up the imaginary shovel. He was staying out of this one.
Our first heated row. The two boss bulls, horns down staring down at one another. I let Todd off the hook.

"Todd, does Cal take him a plate for insurance safety, or do we send two guys and bring the truck back?”

"Is his test drive over?" I asked.

"Take two guys" he finally said. Not looking up, he wrote directions.

I slid the gas card from my middle desk drawer across to Cal.

"Put five bucks in Money’s tank he can go with you," I said.

Cal looked at the directions.

"Damn boss this is fucking Wanamaker that's fifty miles one way." Todd's head shook back and forth, part in shame and disbelief, the reality of the situation sinking in. He realized his fuck up.

I hit speaker on my interphone.

"Karla baby," I said. Her gruff gravely voice came back at me. I could hear the click of the cigarette holder moving in her mouth between her teeth.

"Oh fuck, what now Jackson? You always want something when you use that line on me."

"Honey I want to make your day."

"So you are fucking Clint Eastwood today, huh Jackson."

Karla hit the scales at two-fifty heading to three hundred but she was the best dame title clerk and office manager on the planet. She had worked with me many times before.

"Have you started any runs yet today?" I asked.

"Not yet couple of girls were late, snow, blah, blah bullshit," she said.

Karla rented a house that bordered the car lot, but still had no empathy for the others, who had to drive on this snowy day.

"Good," I said surprising her.

"Ok I bite, make my days, Jackson," she said.

I could hear her belly jiggle with her laugh.

"Cal has to go to the auction in Wanamaker right now, is everything ready to go?"

"All I need is for you to sign off on the deposits from the weekend," she said.

"E-mail it I'll electronic sign," I said.

"You got it boss."

"God damn Karla, you been around Cal too long. Cut the boss crap." I said to the buzz on the speaker, she had cut the connection. Karla always got the last word. I broke the first smile of the day.

"Cal, listen up," he brightened feeling important now; he was on an important mission.

"Bank first, then Fed x for the weekend contracts, take the trade titles to the auction with pay off checks and wait for our checks in return.

Then get the four by four picked up take my car put gas back in the truck and run it thru the wash. Let Maney get it back to front line ready. Get it back on the front line ASAP. Their is snow on the ground it's four by four weather now and we only have three in stock pronto, K."

He nodded and left. A big smile and swagger in his stride.

"Cal" I yelled, and pointed to my keys on a hook by the door. He grinned very broadly, a missing tooth in front.

"Close the door," I said.

He nodded happy to leave this meeting of the big bulls.

"Karla, change the meeting to one p.m."

"Ahead of you boss"

"Is the BOLA report online yet?" This report gives an over view of the operation as a whole.

"Jenny where are you at on the weekend deals?" I heard her ask one of the office girls. Jenny is our resident flirt and self proclaimed slut, wearing clothes that would make a liberal clergymen blush.

"Four to go, fucking Jackson needs to slow down fifteen god damn deals from Saturday alone.

"Well tell him yourself!" Karla told her over the speaker.

"Whatever, I like my job," I heard Jenny say.

"Oh shit is he on speaker phone" Karla must have been pointing to the phone.

"Just fun'in Jackson" sell, sell, sell," I heard.

I broke the connection. I stood up and opened the windows blinds, drawing them all the way up.

"Todd what do you see over their?"

"Come on Jack," he said.

"No seriously what do you see describe it to me, you see it everyday."

"Ok I'll play Enterprise rent-a-car!" He snapped.

"What's different today than from Saturday at Enterprise?" I asked.

"Their front line is all trucks today" he said.

"Why is that Todd?" I went on.

"It snowed," he shrugged his shoulders.

"What else happens when it snows Todd? What have I told you before?"

"Some Diamond crap, I don't know."

"Those aren't snow flakes Todd, they are fucking diamonds. Cars crashing everywhere, people needing new cars, body work and repairs will be needed, the whole gambit."

"I'm sorry to say, but for us it is snowing diamonds and for others it’s snowing shit. Which is it for us today, Todd?"

"What time was the truck due back Todd?"

"This morning, and his cell phone is dead so I haven't spoken to him yet", he said.

"How much was our stupid coverage on the insurance rider, how much does it cover for stupid mistakes Todd?" He didn't answer it was rhetorical.

"Let’s hope he only wrecked it into a phone or light pole, we could cover that out of pocket. If he hit a church bus full of kids on the way back from what the hell ever. We are all bankrupt get the point Todd?"

"Yea, yea I get it," he shot back at me.

"Now what the fuck do you see at Enterprise, Todd?"

"Four by four pickup's from $29.95 per day."

He finally asked "how did you know?" he asked.

"Simple Todd, your shit bag brother-in-law has his car backed up against the fence so he has his car plate on the pickup right?" He nodded.

"There are boxes packed all thru it. He is using our truck for his big stuff appliances, am I right?"

"It took you what, an hour to get the lot open; get the keys; get him in and out; and relock the lot? He could have gotten that truck we are both looking at right now for Thirty Mother Fucking Dollars!"

"He has no license no insurance," Todd said.

He had bypassed the shovel and now was digging with a backhoe. I was fuming inside but didn't want him to see it.

"Well hell that explains it," I said.

"I'm curious though why you didn't just rent the truck for him?"

I had mines all around him waiting for the click, would he step on one, "click!"

"I didn't want my shit screwed up if ....” (His sentence trailed off) He had lifted his foot and ka-boom.

"Well now I'm clear Todd, he has four DUI's, no license, no insurance, but you put him in a car we own. Our names are on the title with no coverage at all possible. We are exposed to the fucking max Todd, all of us. You broke six fucking rules so far that I count and you can't even get a hold of him."

"See you at one o'clock," I said. But he quickly changed the subject.

"Hey good news, my buddy at the bank says a big take over is in the works, may happen this week in fact. We could up our credit line, who the hell knows how high," he said.

"Well that's sounds good," I lied with a feigned tight smile.

"I need some coffee," I said and left my own office for him to get the point and leave.

CHAPTER 36

The coffer in the break room looked like soup with an oil slick floating on top. I went back to my office hoping Mr. Banker fuck was back to his own space, he was, I called Karla back.

"Karla" yea Bo. . . . . She caught herself, "Jackson."

"It’s all done," I heard Linda yell out in the background.

"You heard that?” she asked.

"Take me off speaker," I said.

"What's up?" she asked the drone of speaker phone ended.

"Sorry you got'ta come out in the cold. Bring the reports also, the Coded manual, and print me a hard copy on transits, off the big fan fold printer. Hey how's the coffer over their?" I asked.

"Ours is fine as I just made it, got'cha covered, gimmy me five minute's,” she replied.

"Take ten," I said before we hung up.

I hit my code for my stock account it appeared in seconds, I love broadband. I typed in the symbol for our bank, it was trading for $23.65 eighty-six million shares traded so far today, now down $3.I0.

I hit research, banks and financials ten billion or higher in assets. Top to bottom search, my screen filled. Wells Fargo no, Hanover no, I hit it on the third try. Chase Bank was storing large sums of cash on their balance sheet. I had the players. I really don't think being smart is insider trading.

I looked at my accounts; sixty percent liquidity I was somewhat cash flush. I canceled all pending buys setting parameters for a buy on my banks stock at $20.00 I would gamble it would continued to drop. It had slid from a $65.00 high.

It was ripe for a take over; the stock was cheap at one third of the market value. The big New York bank was making a play for a Midwest presence and our bank was the biggest. I went "all in" for as many shares I could get. If I was right I just might need some cash very soon.

Karla came into my office looking like an Eskimo in a huge parka. Her arms fully loaded with paperwork and a carafe of coffee juggling on top, her hip hitting the side of my conference table.

"Over here," she said.

I nodded, "gimmy a sec," I said. "You still trading Karla?"

"Hell no," she spat out, "since 9-11, I gave up."

"You may want to get back in for one good buy," I said. As I hit execute to begin my gamble.

“What's the big ta'doo?” She asked. “Cal was huffing about stuff when he left."

"No biggie," I lied. Cal and Karla both loved to stir crap, but they liked to use big canoe paddles.

We sat down at the conference table and she threw her parka on the floor.

"Be awhile?" She asked. I nodded.

"Got your note pad?" I asked.

She pulled it from a hip pocket.

"Go."

"Let talk first," I said, keep it handy.

"Let see the reports," she handed them to me.

Everything looked good... And correct from my end.

I initialed them one by one, handing each of them back to her.

"Let me see the transit report,"(transit is items that are moving or sitting like a contract in the mail, it’s not out of transit till the money goes into your account) I said.
I skipped to the end one hundred thirty eight contracts in transit.

138 "Is this right?" I asked rhetorically, circling it.

"As of this mornings deposit," she said.

"This can't be right Karla at one hundred we dump, not literally but the bundle gets sent for funding why 138?" I asked.

"Todd told me to hold them; he says he can get another quarter point if we send one hundred fifty contracts."

"Twenty-five basis points, are you fucking kidding me Karla?"

I grabbed my financial calculator Karla that's two hundred twenty fucking dollars are you kidding me?"

"Hey Jackson EL'supremo is the bank guru, you set it up this way. I got not a god damn thing to do with this."

"Close the door!" I said.

I looked at her bulk and got up and did it myself, she smiled. A row of small beads of sweat had come alive on her forehead and upper lip.

"Should I turn the air down?" I asked.

"No, I'm good she fanned her face with the note pad.

"None of this is you," I confirmed to her and added.

"Settle down and relax!"

She poured me coffee I sipped it, it was delicious as usual, I praised her and she smiled.

"Just for you boo." . . . She stopped "Jackson."

'Get the note pad, I said.

"First I want a call from now on when we hit ninety no make it eighty contracts in the transit pipeline."

"I show no contracts at the lender ready for funding, is that correct?"

EL'supremo said to hold'em boss." She grinned at me and I gave up and let it pass.

"While I'm checking this get the Coda Manual I want all cars on the lot at close of business activated. Make it so the mainframe does it at close of business each day ok."

"Why is that?" She hesitated, one look stopped her question.

“Four by four pick-ups" she mumbled, it was my turn to smile.

Karla eight hundred fifty thousand, we should have been refunded at six hundred fifty thousand, what's the bank line at?"

"Were only over maybe a hundred grand," she said.

"Karla we can't go over, it’s a fixed line half mil… we sell off and re-up… how can we now be over?"

"EL'Supremo and his buddy worked it out."

"Did we re sign new contracts?" I asked.

"No it’s their personal deal, kinda under the table," she said.

"Ok," I said. Todd had us on very dangerous ground.

"Can Coda do this?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

Coda was a little thing I was working on. I purchased a bank of digital pagers and attached them to all our cars fuel pumps. Don't make your car payment we beep it; your fuel pump shuts off in the wee hours of the morning.

Customers always call and we say, "by the way your payment is late can you make it now, while I have you." If they do pay it we beep it again and it comes back on. The customer has no idea we did it. If they tow it to us for repair it’s like a self imposed repo. Smart guys make it.

"Ok boss we will just assign this whole group to beep at night and rebeep in the morning." I smiled. No more loaner cars Todd, I thought and smiled.

"How much is in the bank today, car fund?" I asked.

"Fifty-five hundred, she said," give or take."

"So we are one hundred fifty thousand short, until we get funded?" Karla nodded.

"What’s payroll for Friday?" I asked."

"It won’t cover it Jackson, unless we are funded."

"Soon," she added.

My stomach churned with this news. “Karla, call Barry and Vic, ask them if they can make our meeting today. Tell them I need them for maybe twenty minute's max, it’s important.”

Barry and Vic were the other two shareholders and I was going to stop this crap today. That is if Todd had not already doomed us.

In my mind I could see Todd stepping on the land mines I would lay down at this meeting and could see arms and legs flying everywhere.

"Karla don't discuss this with anyone, I'll handle it."

"I don't ever say shit boss, you know me." Yea right, I thought I could almost see the big crap stirring paddle in her hand now.

"Ok leave these; I'll see you at 1:00 p.m. hey, give me twenty to thirty minutes for the managers, and then have everybody else in for the last half hour of the meeting."

I saw the big grin spread on her chubby face, laughing, she slapped her leg, it quaked. She knew what I had planned. She left my office arms full.

I pulled up the New York bank that I assumed was the buyer and did my home work. What I saw made my blood run cold.

This bank did not do any business with used car dealers, franchised new car dealers only. We were fucked Todd had set our whole company on a land mine. I heard a big click in my mind. I had to move fast.

I cleared my throat…. “Karla," she got my drift and picked up the phone, taking it off speaker.

"Karla I need you to pull those hundred deals then go to the postage machine, change and set the date on the metering machine to last Thursday. Drop those fucker's in the mail box now, at the post office," I said. "Pronto Babe, do it now!"

"I'll send Linda", she responded.

"No Karla, you, no one else and reset the machine back to today’s date after you do the postmark."

"Ok got'cha, the old back dated sales tax trick," she said. I nodded to myself.

I pulled up my personal home account it was low four figures. I had put most of my commission back into contracts. I spent several thousand on a vacation trip to Florida. I was taking the cash flow over three years, forty thousand dollars worth.

"Karla, grab my personal contracts; throw them in the bundle, cash'em out today.”

"Hey what's that stock you were mentioning?"

"Never mind, don't worry about it now," I said. "Keep your money liquid, it was a bad deal."

You may need the cash for our future unemployment, I didn't say.

I had to tread carefully now, our lives were maybe in ruin and we didn't even see it coming. Mr. Murphy was about to kick our asses!

I got online and bought five shares of Chase bank, I wanted to be a shareholder of record. I was covering my ass big time, like the roulette table, covering all the bet spaces. We were now the Titanic sailing full steam ahead and I felt the chill of ice, a big ass floating berg in my mind.

At the manager's meeting, which I ran because Todd always stumbles and trips on his words. A five minute meeting takes two hours with him running it.

I started off with our success on the sales side we were three hundred percent above projections. Vic and Barry were happy to be present for the announcement.

I laid my land mines for Todd. He got up threw up his bull shit in banker speak. Telling us big things were in the works and he had us "dialed in" big time. "Personal relationship's is what banking is all about," he said. Yea right, I thought.

I interrupted "speaking of banks, we are at three full bundles of contracts cashed now, so let’s do dinner for everyone, Saturday, the whole company with wives included. How does that sound guys?"

"We've got what one hundred fifty K in the bank, right?" I asked knowing the lie… another click.

His foot was planted, it just matter of time before he moved it. He got a big smile and said "well that's a little premature."

“We are waiting for the right time to celebrate."

Vic and Barry gave me a look, they heard the click also.

"What's the status Todd?" They asked in unison.

"I haven’t banked the contracts yet!" But it gets better, he bullshited on... Barry and Vic finally stopped his ramble.

Our by-laws were firm. Every hundred contract's get bundled and banked, no exception. He took the grief like a man, (banking weasel) I was happy to let the lawyer and accountant do the dirty work for me.

"You know you have violated ever by-law in the company charter for the finance part of the business."

"Todd this breach could have dire consequences. We could loose our lending licenses, uniform commercial code is very clear on this matter. Our stock could be thrown out and declared non-gratis, meaning no corporate protection, all of us liable."

He took his dressing down, but I feared it may be too little, and far too late.

CHAPTER 37

Seven a.m. Wednesday morning the announcement went out, our bank was being bought out entirely. In three hours of early morning trading my shares hit $56.00 and I sold before the market opened and got out.

At market open the stock was frozen at 25.00 the agreed price for the sale of the bank. My account was fat by two hundred percent. Great for retirement but now we were doomed. At a hundred grand ramp-up cost we were at a wash at best. “FUCK ME!”

I still felt like crap, I was going to be out of the car business and very soon… again. I could hear the "I told you so" from the Mrs.

I immediately called my lawyer, told him to file suit against both banks. My bank as a depositor, Chase as a shareholder, he filed that day. He liked my planning.

If I stopped the takeover or delayed it, we just might have our contracts funded. We would then be somewhat flush and able to go on in a more scaled down fashion. This all hinged on that box of contracts.

I had myself set up to go to both banks with the postmark on that package as a business and since I held the personal contracts. I could claim poor consumer being fucked by the big New York bankers as well.

I felt good about my personal moves, but for the company, I didn't hold out much hope. Fuck a personal relationship; banks are the first to cut your throat with a smile. Chase stock was now dropping, the play I did in shorting it was now paying off handsomely as well. Who cares, can't spend it.

It never fails the buyer always drops and the take over target soar’s higher. Ten days later the buying bank would announce big job cuts, closures of branches, and then their stock soars on speculation.

My five little shares were bought personally for my lawsuit. My big buy was from our retirement fund. I knew I would make out very well, but that's not "now" money and can't used to save us now.

It happened way too quick, Thursday afternoon the banker came by for a visit. A dagger in each hand for the throat cutting, disguised as briefcases… of course.

We went into the big conference room and I had Karla attend (she is a notary). I wanted minutes taken and everything transcribed; recorded too, if I could get away with it… for the record.

We glad handed, Todd and his buddy back slapped for ten minutes, like long term butt fuck buddies. Karla and I kept our breakfast down… just barely.

I hit'em with the shit right between the eyes, setting both the banker fuck's on huge land mines. Karla knew me well and she sensed my trap going along with everything I said.

"Hey guys my hearing is damaged in this one ear, can I record this and listen on my monitor it ups the volume for my hearing." Todd knew I did not hear well in one ear but laughed anyway… ass hole.

Karla just about spit coffee across the room on that one, it dripped a stream down the front of her blouse (tent).

I got it going and she hit the record button.

I said nonchalantly "For the record let’s all introduce ourselves and state our positions, for the new guy here.”

Karla and I both caught his look; he felt the click of his foot on the land mine. He was from New York; I could tell he was sharper than Indiana Banker's. The other two bankers’ in the room, Todd and fuck head were morons.

Karla put on her court reporter act defining every item discussed, like she was taking careful notes, which was bull shit.

I bull shited this guy acting like the stupid car guy, which was what he expected. Not good enough to be a franchised dealer, as he again expected.

It put him back at ease so he continued to explode mines for his company left and right. I had an earpiece with a cord going into my pocket, keeping the act of bad hearing going. Can you clarify that; I would ask to let him explode a mine more fully, no need to leave duds laying around when you had a tap dancer in the damn room.

I listened to the bullshit for two full hours, hearing how our deposits were so much better now and how they wanted a really close and personal depository relationship with all their new Midwest cunt'ry fuck's like us.

BOOM, I finally just hit him right between the eyes. Jeff, John, Joe whatever the fuck his name was.

I asked, "Tell me about your plan's for licensed certified, and National Auto Dealer Association members.

"Oh you are members?" He asked taking the bait down whole, exploding a new land mine. He bit hard and blustered.

"Well Jack, may I call you Jack," I nodded, thinking you smug fuck dance around some more, you are bleeding to death already.

I smiled picturing him a quad, sucking on a straw to move his new wheelchair around. His job was already gone for letting me record this, "for the record" and conducting it like a deposition.

He was fucked, but so was our business, that you Todd and your gooey friend ruined. When the words came out of New Yorker boy’s mouth, you would have thought he just said nice weather, ain't it.

But the room suddenly smelled like cordite. Todd and fuck head dropped their jaws. I remained smiling. What he had said was.

"We love our franchised dealers which one do you folks carry, I didn't see a factory logo out front."

Todd turned pale white, I could see the bile coming up his throat, and he had to leave the room and excused himself to rush to the bathroom. His buddy was also shell shocked.

He began to speak but I stopped him, "without Todd" I said "he is the banker I don't really understand finance, lets just wait."

I said as reference "by the way I'm a shareholder of record with your fine bank." He took the bait. "Hang in their" he said "our stock is down but with what we have planned, it will rocket soon, good time to buy." Boom (insider trading),"

"Be careful I cautioned him "that’s insider trading!" he smiled.

"Hey Karla, what time you do you have? My good girl that she is repeated the time. Clarifying it was Eastern Time. That time would show I did my trades before I heard this information.

"Well it is just us, it’s off the record," he winked at me. I smiled back, adding.

"No, we are still on the record, aren't we Karla?"

"Yea, for the record we are paused for Todd to come back, but we are still on the record."

His smile faded fast, now he heard the explosion fully and turned somewhat pale himself.

When Todd returned he had our contract in hand, a panicked look on his face. I was probably the only guy on earth who actually read the whole fifteen page of .03 type print on the damn thing, so I knew every line and clause.

Mr. New York again asked, "What franchise did you say you were associated with?"

"None" Todd answered "just used cars, no new cars."

"I'm sorry" he said "but we cater only to new car franchised dealers. We won’t be able to do business with you and we will have to pick up all the supplies and contracts, which you have left unused of course. They can no longer be used," he smiled.

You mother fucker I thought, but I smiled back at him.

"We'll fund our own deals and just self-finance," I said calmly. I heard the click but he kept digging.

"Well, unless the drafts have cleared the bank and your account has been credited I'm afraid all contracts will be, well, returned unfunded. So I guess you are already self-financed," he said with a cold tight smile.

“No way…. You can’t fucking do that" Todd exploded, his banker buddy then adding,

"These are my best customers."

"Not anymore," New York boy said.

He directed butt head to go gather all our contacts and scrape their bank's sign off the front door which offered bank financing and logo of the now defunct bank.

"No problem," I smiled.

"Tell me something, if you can, how much setback do you have in the deal?" I asked.

"Setback, what do you mean?" He asked.

"Setback, you know money set aside to handle lawsuits. I'm asking as a shareholder, I wan'na see if my shares are ok."

"What twenty, thirty million?" I asked.

"I would have no idea," he said.

"I better dump my shares then," I said. "I don't think thirty million will come close to covering the lawsuits, for the record," I smiled.

Sometime I hate being so damn right. I called a board meeting for the next morning. Todd went home sick for the rest of the day. I hoped he could make the meeting for tomorrow.

"Better be there Todd it’s a motions meeting, got'ta vote your shares. We are still on the record, right Karla?" I questioned.

"You bet," she said.

I called the meeting to a close. Karla got me fresh coffee. The employees were waiting for the big announcement that would never come.

The big announcement was now lunch on me. Karla ordered pizza's for everybody they all cheered.

I called my wife let her know to "slow down the spending for a while."

"Too late" she said and added "I have a surprise for you when you come home." I couldn't wait, if I went home that is. An alcohol bender seemed about right to me.

It didn't take long for the poop to hit the propeller. If Todd had been up high enough he would be dead. He was looking for a building to throw himself out of daily. We only had two floors and no upper windows, it was storage only, and I felt sorry for him… NOT!

He was not getting out of this that easy. Our contracts were returned unopened. Boom, A big one, fools, if they had been smart they would have looked at the date opened the package and kept the box. The contracts were sent in by me and appeared that they sat on our contracts for many days, unopened.

I fought with Todd about it. The lawyers agreed we had the verifiable dates, leave the contracts sealed. I would be poor for awhile, big lawsuits take years. This was going to be big, every day those contracts stayed in that box was another day of interest and damages, if we in fact won the suit.

It went by registered messenger for the record. Todd asked Karla how the contracts got in the mail and she said "sorry our screw up, they were scheduled, hundred contract bundle's, remember?" I was covered. I owed Karla big time. She knew I would pay up.

Within days I had five lawsuits, I even threw in the post office for negligence, and for good measure. I knew they would testify "yea it was delivered in one day. The bank had it for over a week and sent it back unopened. It’s their mistake not ours." With every step I took, Todd was almost like my mortal enemy.

I changed the alarm code on our side of the building and didn't tell Todd of course. I moved Karla and my people into our space just to sort things out, I lied. He was snooping daily into my plans.

He only got to talk to the cop's once when he tried to get into our part of the building after hours. Karla told the police "Todd who, he rents the other side. He doesn't belong in our building," She told them. He was in a holding cell for six hours, making both of us gleeful.

He also lost his ass in the two stocks, he and his buddy had bought the wrong stock, and he did the opposite of what I did. He lost four-fifths of his investment. His banking buddy didn't last the week. New York banker boy was recalled after my suit and a request for deposition hit the home office.

He is probably a teller in Manhattan now. I can hear him saying too customers "you want the toaster with that new account or the wall clock."

I put up the money for my guys for payroll a loan to the company. Todd let his people suffer. At our board meeting Todd painted a picture of health and told of lenders out the ass, clambering to buy our paper and contracts, but I had them tied up in a sealed box he boasted.

He never got a dime; the bank closed our credit line and seized all of our balances. We were found to be non-compliant going over our credit line. They closed all our accounts.

That personal relationship crap I heard about (dagger in each hand). We now had to live on the cash flow and had no credit line for inventory. The end was very near.

I could hear my wife's I told you so loudly. "Drove off another cliff didn't you Jackson..." Crap!

Todd sold his soul to get the minority partners on his side. He gave them ten percent each of his shares. They in turn opened the sealed box rendering it now mute evidence.

It was money in the bank for the lawyer and accountant, ten fucking years from now, if we won a lawsuit or got a settlement.

My recommendation was to close the retail side for awhile cut back to basics build cash reserves and go to a smaller local bank. Have a fat balance sheet, start over; we still had income every month from the contracts.

I also canceled our deal with the New York bank they canceled us, I canceled them. We took back the original two hundred funded contracts so they in turn sued us for that. The lawyers were in lawsuit heaven $450 a fucking hour, let the papers fly and the trees fall.

I invested in a paper mill with my profits. Hah, just kidding. The inventory was sold off, the lot began looking empty; it appeared like we were out of business.

Todd wanted me to go to the auction and buy five cars at a time "keep the guys busy" he said that was maybe three hours a day of work for these guys, if that.

They were doing the Peter Principle. Got a four hour job and eight hours to do it, it’s now an eight hour job. Like government work.

I stopped going in after ten days, I was on call I lived only five minutes away. Karla kept my back covered, but she missed my company, my whit and charm.

She would entice me over for coffee. I gave Todd my lawyer's number, "got a new one Todd conflict of interest," I told him.

"What are you gonna do Jackson?" Karla asked. "Well I'm stock trading and doing my prepaid stuff," I said.

"I noticed you cleared out the building down their," she said.

"Yea I got a guy who may buy me out of it; he is working my businesses right now."

"Tess wants me to try something new again. I'm looking," I said.

Well fuck, she said, where will that leave me?"

"In the catbirds seat Karla, Todd can't do this with out you. Make him an offer at double the salary and some of his stock to stick around," I said.

Lights went off in her eyes "why not" she said "he fucked all of us, I'll fuck him right back. You won’t be mad at me will you?"

"You go girl," I said. I had returned that favor.

I sent my stock shares to the secretary of states office, resigned my status as a company officer, while reserving my right to any future settlement from any pending lawsuit, but no liability going forward.

I had only $6500 in my personal checking account and my expense's were four grand a month. I could cash money from my IRA account but the interest and penalty would eat us alive.

I needed a new thing and quickly. I didn't know it yet, but my wife had already forced my hand.

CHAPTER 38

When I arrived home that night, my surprise from my wife was we were going out that night.

It was seven-thirty, the night of the crap hitting the fan! My wife came out of the house carrying a large bag in her hand wearing her cashmere coat, buttoned all the way up and with sneakers on, it looked quite odd to me.

She held stripper heels in her hands (her night-club shoes). We got about a mile from the house and she said “what did your want to talk about Jackson?"

"Ladies go first," I said.

"Ok Jackson I'm tired of staying at home I want to work outside the house. I get offers all day long from guys online wanting to hook up; we’re open and swingers, so they want free pussy. Well I'm done giving away free pussy at the club; the other night opened my eyes Jackson."

I asked, "Where am I heading?"

"The Marriott," she said. "Uptown?" I asked.
She nodded.

"Look I made fifteen hundred in forty-five minutes, Jackson do you realize that."

"I was their," I said, a little sarcasm in my voice.

"Just let me try it tonight and see how it goes you can wait in the bar. You like that bar anyway and they have the free buffet."

"You will be?" I asked.

"You know Gary from Ohio bigteninch. You remember?"

I nodded.

"I'm meeting him, one hour Jackson, one hour."

"Ok" I said. "And you will go home tonight feeling like what?" I asked.

She looked into my eyes, "richer" she said.

"Their is more Jackson, tomorrow night I'm trying out at a strip club, those girls I met invited me to open tryouts," she said...

I blanched thinking about the dead girls.

"Pretty set on this," I asked.

"Why not Jackson I love fucking, why not get paid for it. Guy's are stupid fucks when it comes to pussy."

"And cars," I added trying in vain to lighten the moment.

"How is business?"

"Real good," I lied, do I help this situation by telling the truth. No it would make her resolve even firmer. Give it a more pressing issue on the financial front.

"I'm gonna be very busy for days." That part was true. We lost our funding today but I wasn't going to give her that yet, till I saw how it came out.

"Will you be ok with this Jackson?" She asked.

"Well you pretty much broke the mold Saturday night, what the fuck." I said smiling, not a real smile.

I dropped her off at the door of the Marriott. I knew it would be packed with free eaters and hot "sexretaries" all around sucking up cheap or free cocktails. I asked her to join me for one, she said she was on time and didn't want to be late.

She had put on her stripper heels in the car. She now looked like a high-priced call girl entering the plush lobby. She knew the entire layout and looked right at home going up the elevator.

I got a stool at the bar. Jake was bartending; he always over served my drinks and would always gave me my first one, free.

I said something to him he had never heard me say before, "Make it a double, Jake!"

"You’re kidding me Jackson, right?"

"Yea you are right, just give me two drinks."

"Can't do it Jackson, the happy hour law," he twisted up his head looking at the multiple cameras and I followed his look.

"Okey dokey," I said.

He gave me a huge drink. A tall tumbler and it held such little cola; it looked and smelled like straight bourbon.

"That's the good shit Jackson, Makers Mark." I like Evan Williams, Jake."

"You know we don't have that here, and you hate Jack Daniel's, too sweet right?" he said.

I nodded, took a sip and winced. I asked for a "cola back!" He laughed.

"Hey Jake, give me the rack, please," I said.

He gave me a rack of pool balls for the fine pocket billiards table, that didn't have a coin changer attached to it. He was suppose to charge by the hour, but never charged me for it.

I had known Jake for many years, his mom used to be my favorite bartender and I had a little thing with her (one, of only a few). My wife had affairs; I had just one night sex (no repeats), only one time flings, but Jake's mom had caught me during a bad time. I knew my wife was cheating so I took his mom up on her offer. She knew my wife was cheating also, so she put it down as a grudge fuck for both of us; she had dated the guy my wife was screwing for three years. He was my son's assistant baseball coach.

I was with her for three months until my wife realized I was not giving her any loving anymore. She broke off her cheating and asked me to do the same. I agreed and I never slept with his mom again....Yet anyway, but you never know, things seemed to be changing fast for us.

I played pool and a somewhat young drunk blond asked me how to play. I decide to show her a little about stick and balls, so to speak. Her short skirt rode up her ass every time she bent over to shoot, and the bar loved my lessons to her.

Jake gave me big thumbs up from the bar. She had a super pooper but I think her rack was either fake or a push up water bra, not sure. I was bent over her from behind showing her how to stroke the stick. My penis got hard right in between her butt crack.

I needed to stay away from this drunken young and beautiful sex'retary.

She kept missing shots, asking me to show her how to shoot over and over again. I quit biting after about the fifth shot. My wife was back down in less than thirty minutes.

I ordered her a kamikaze pain killer, which she drank it in one swift gulp, Jesus what was she washing out of that mouth I wondered. She followed it up by ordering a damn Liquid Cocaine. 151 proof rum. Damn it either went real bad or real good.

"Are you playing pool?" She asked.

"No, it’s her table," I lied.

She hopped on a stool giving Jake the thumbs up sign for another round. I hoped she got blasted.

The drunken girl stumbled over, wonderful, just what I needed.

"Your shot," she said.

"Go ahead," I said, busted again.

She looked at my hot wife and backed away holding her hands out but had a big smile, her hands saying. "I get it" as she backed away. My wife gave me the look. I was busted big time!

She looked at me rather piercingly and then gave the pretty drunken girl a big approving smile; got off her stool; went over and hugged her and said, "I'm Tess.” She then whispered something into the girls’ ear and Miss Sex’retary covered her mouth, laughed and gave me a look, nodding to my wife. What the hell now, I thought.

"How did it go?" I asked, trying to pull her back and out of this predicament.

She broke into a big smile as her hand went to her coat pocket and she removed a fold of hundred dollar bills. She counted them out one at a time snapping each, as they landed on the counter in a stack in front of us, (ten of them) one thousand smackeroos. I just nodded.

She wanted praise and she wasn't getting any from me. Not until we cleared the air about the past weekend.

"Jackson he lied" she said "he wasn't a big ten inch, maybe five if he was lucky. It left me wanting a good; well.... let's just say a whole lot more."

"Go figure, an on-line liar," I said.

"Big ten" I said "like basketball, big ten conference, Ohio state where he's from," she was lost, I let it pass.

"God Jackson, it was so damn easy, I sucked him a little, he fucked me and it was over in ten minute's. I sat for twenty minutes waiting for my money when he finally spoke, "A thousand bucks, right?"

"Unless you wanna tip me, I told him" She said it smiling, but frowned and added, “He didn't!” What the fuck was I, her pimp now, to make sure she wasn’t holding out on me? Is this what my life was coming down to? So what do I do, shut my mouth, oh no, I took on the pimp role and asked.

"You didn't ask for it up front?" I asked as the sourness in my stomach now matched the tone of my question.

"Oh hell no," she said.

"I knew he was good for it," she said, hand on her hip, like I was stupid or something.

She had a lot to learn about hooking and guys. I had a lot to learn about women who reach a point in their life where the sex drive is over the top. My wife looked over at the blonde and they gave each other nods.

My wife took both rather large cocktails and went over to the sexy girl's table, wonderful, where the hell is this going? What was I to do but follow her? I saw my wife take out a room key. The music from the piano player so loud it was impossible for me to hear.

I saw my wife look out to the lobby as a man walked out his bag in hand leaving the hotel. Mr. no big inch leaving I assumed. My wife whispered in Blondie’s ear again.

As soon as the guy was clear. My wife took the blondes’ hand, helped her stand, looked at the drinks, and told me to follow her.

Can this woman work my addictions and weakness's, Oh Yea! We went up to the man's now empty room, my wife wanting me to do “The Thing.” After my wife’s getting the Hot Thang naked, all free will left me completely, being led around by the little head, the girls took my clothes off as well.

I did much more than the thing; I was their sex toy till the blonde passed out. We left her and the key in the room, a note thanking her, with a wake up call for three hours later.

We got home late she was drunk she asked me to "do my thing," “her thing” I reminded now.

I complied but I didn't have intercourse with her and she didn't even notice.

I woke up at three a.m. she was sucking me, the alcohol had worn off a little I suppose. She did ride me but I never got off, she was now upset about it…

I talked her out of trying out with the strippers. That settled we made love. Both somewhat happy, or were we?

This was pretty much it and my wife would soon know of my failure… again. Another business venture was off the cliff. I knew in the back of my mind everything in our lives was about to change in a way we had never imagined it could.

Did I really want me or my wife involved in a damn strip club. At this point my back was up against the wall. If the bank played hardball they could go after our stock accounts. If that didn't cover any loses then they would be after our house. I needed a new deal, and a new deal fast! Time for me to call Franke….

CHAPTER 39

The next day I stayed and worked from home, this of course putting up my wife's radar. She passed on asking me questions, which I was grateful for.

I instead suggested a new idea. Go to a club where no one knows you or us. She liked that idea; I gave her the number to call out of the local sex magazine, sold at the liquor stores advertising all kinds of crap. Boy wants girl, girl wants to screw a dog, (k9) you get the idea.

She called the number and got the owner, I knew she would, but she didn't know him from anyone just by his voice. The first thing he asked was if she was a big girl, code word for “fat chick” he had enough big girls.

She described herself to him and he begged her to go to the club right away and see Baby Doll, the girl behind the bar. He would leave word with Baby Doll to be expecting her.

I finished up what I could, gave the family a nice dinner. We hit the hot tub, showered and were on the road somewhat early for a strip club outing. We were off to our new life and maybe a new business, even more I could feel like crap about.

Baby doll was sixty going on a hundred, her wrinkled face scared me at first. She was maybe a baby doll in like the "1930's," it turns out she was only forty-seven but it was a damn hard forty-seven years.

This must not be an easy lifestyle. Old strippers should give it up at what, maybe twenty-five, twenty-seven, thirty for god sakes.

My forty-seven year old wife wanted to try it now, today. I ordered a drink with top shelf bourbon (more expensive brand). I got some shit called Wellington. It was like cheap fucking gasoline, I could pour it in my car as fuel injector cleaner, I thought.

I left it un-drunk and got a bottled beer, domestic. No imports go figure, high class joint Franke had here. My wife came out in her stripped clothes and she by far blew all the girls away.

The owner was correct, he had way too many "big girls," and that was being, well, a very kind description for these heifers.

The old floor actually moved when some of them herded thru the joint. I could tell it had a basement by the way the floor moved as the girls tromped thru the joint on ten inch heels; stripper shoes size twelve, from most I saw.

I hoped he had rules, like, well, I'll give you a good one. No more than two heifers near a single table. I wondered if the floor joists were reinforced.

My wife went to the bar an old guy hitting her up for a drink right off the bat. I could swear Jerry Garcia was dead but here he was the old guy was his twin. My wife went for the cocktail almost gagging as she took a big gulp.

She avoided me, told me she didn't want to seem to be attached to me, so she could get tips.

From those guys what fucking tips? "Blue Nose in the fifth race at Aqueduct," that's the only tips she would get in this crowd. I hoped it was because we were a little early.

She finally got to dance rotation, five simulated homeless guys sat at pervert row, and she seemed excited at that. I made a motion for her to hold her nose as she danced nearer to them.

She fucking flipped me off. I laughed, the four beers now hitting me, I'm not a beer drinker. She looked like a Hollywood star out slumming for the night. Looking totally out of place here with big hair, manicured nails with little designs in them, she was down right gorgeous.

She choose her hottest outfit, skin tight gauze, red, the black lights multiplied her tan, her teeth (she was the only ones with them in the whole damn place, not true.) gleamed in the glow of the black light.

Her blond hair flowing like an Angel in mid flight as she walked on her seven inch heels, light up acrylic stripper shoes size seven, petite. It happened as I expected, she was on her butt within fifteen seconds of starting the dance set.

She was only familiar with cheap fixed stripper poles. The first one was ok for her, it was like the ones at the swing Clubs, cheap fixed brass over iron pipe. I could tell she was nervous, but now it was really bad.

The pole at the other end of the dance floor was the high class spinning pole. When she hit it and it moved she landed on her ass four feet from it with a bounce and a thud.

She was now glad her stripper friends had not seen this, "Part of her show." I made a motion for her to go on, she go up rubbing her butt as she resumed. She avoided that pole for the rest of the dance set.

Three songs later she had fifteen dollar bills tucked in and around her thong. She was excited to get one, most of the “big girls" were lucky to get a couple thrown at them to stay away. They were jealous right from the start.

The DJ was pretty good. His job was to monitor table dances so the club got their cut. The girls charged twenty a song and the house got three bucks per song. The DJ was to keep track of it throughout the night. He was probably on commission, ten percent of the take, maybe.

A good club like Cheetah in Atlanta makes a crap load of money. Those hot young starlets probably fifty of them per shift, three shifts a day.

Dancer drinks for instance would be maybe ten bucks a pop, no or little alcohol, and a little flavor on the top in case the guy smelled the drink. If they sold thirty drinks a night the house would probably pay them a buck a drink. In addition they pay a minimum fee per dance set, like fifteen bucks a set.

You take a hundred girls in a big club like Cheetah you are talking big money. So if the girl dance's fifteen set's, sells thirty drinks, gets thirty tables dances at twenty a pop, the house taking five, that's good money.

The house cleans up big time. They try to average forty percent of the girls take over all. Plus Cheetah has ten dollar cover and parking, bottled beer is ten bucks, probably a Bud. A bad girl at Cheetah can clear five hundred a night, top girl well over a thousand or more.

Not the case here, so they give the girls seventeen bucks from each table dance to keep'em around. And for tip out they probably take five bucks a dance rotation.

If the girls get only three dollars a dance set from customers she’s at a loss of two buck per set. Fifteen dance sets per girl and this guy Franke is getting his overhead paid.

The dancers also have to give the DJ, the bartender and the door man ten percent. The girls here are going home with maybe fifty bucks. No wonder the bartender looks like Confucius. She probably waited ten years for the bartender job for that ten percent tip out.

One thing I did find interesting was the "private room" it was beside the DJ booth, a closet really. A cheap florescence string type covering, from the 60's, an old couch the only thing inside the room.

The DJ collected an extra five bucks from the girls to use this room. Hand job or blow job room I imagined and I would never find out personally.

After my wife's dance set she had the whole bar wanting her attention, I told her to do a pass by every customer. After that she had gotten thirty-eight tucked bills after walking thru the bar, as well as drink offers.

All the guys wanting table dances or be first to go "private room" dance. My wife saw private as more money, and she bit on the first guy to offer.

He was somewhat young maybe thirty just off a construction job, dirty jeans, work shirt and a long pony tail. She downed the drink he bought her, wincing again from the burn of the cheap booze.

I somewhat laughed, she paid the entry fee to go thru the curtain to the "private room." I shook my head she needed some training.

I should mention that by this time the place was filling up and my head was buzzing from the cheap beer. I had seen several guys open the front door look around and not come in. Checking things out and running home to cleanup I assumed and hoped...

She was gone for three entire songs at three minutes a song maybe ten minutes. I could only imagine how nasty and sticky the floor and couch in the little closet area was. I hoped she didn't touch anything in the room including the guy’s dirty little peepee.

She came out of the room and unfortunately she wiped her mouth off like she had just swallowed a load of semen. It was a bad move on her part, or maybe a good one depending on how you looked at it.

Every guy in the bar had been watching for her to reemerge and she is wipe'n come off her chin. The guy gave her some money and she came out paid the DJ five for the room and three per song. She looked pissed and was arguing with him, she flipped him a twenty and walked away, pissed off to the max.

Her top was flapping in her hand, while taking little stripper steps to keep from falling down in those seven inch heels on the uneven and bouncing floor going clack, clack, clack.

She came over and sat down flapping her arms over her body to cool off; her nose was running from the oral sex, she blew her nose on my wet drink napkin. I wasn't gonna say a word at this point, at times I do know when to shut up.

She grabbed my beer which was fresh and full, taking a swig, she rolled the brew around in her mouth, looking around like she was going to spit. She finally swallowed, she already swallowed his semen, what's a beer gonna hurt, I thought. She took two more pulls, gargled and swallowing again.

She offers me the beer back and I told her to "enjoy it." I signaled the waitress for a fresh one, waited for it to come. I got the look from my wife so I decided to head her off.

"So how did you do?" I asked.

"Fine till the fucking DJ took all my money," she said.

"You got'ta know the house rules," I said "they will get their money, it’s like Vegas, the house always wins. You've got to work the system so you get the most money. Think it thru I told her."

"Ok," she said she downed the rest of the frosty beer. I was waiting for her to ask if I had any suggestions.

Where as I would say "yes lets get the fuck out of here, are you fucking nuts, this ain't swinging, this is whoring for cash. You went from an escort for a grand last night to a fifty dollar whore tonight."

Did I say any of that no way! Confrontational coward when it comes to her. She gave me a look like she was reading my mind, a look of full contempt on what was normally a beautiful face.

Looking around she found her next victim and she was off, top still flapping in her hand, shoes going clack, clack, and clack. She was pissed but determined. She went private again this time making the guy pay the DJ, she was catching on quick.

Was I beaming with pride for her? Hell no….no god damn way! I spied something very familiar behind the bar, a quart or liter bottle of Evan Williams seven year old black label bourbon whiskey.

It was looking up in here, I got a double it was close to a shot glass full, and she took it to the second line, hurray. Where in the fuck was Jake now, when I needed him. She handed me a four ounce whisky glass and I frowned, "Seven bucks for a double," she said.

"Pour that into a beer glass and give me two drinks in it. She brought it to me in a big tankard and said "seven bucks" she got a smile and a five dollar tip. I was now her new best friend.

"Does the owner ever come in? I asked.

"You’re kidding right?" she said, "We haven't seen him in here for months."

"How many Clubs’ does the owner still have?" I asked.

She smiled realizing I was an informed customer, possibly even one of his friends.

"He has four and the swing club."

“You mean Top Side?"

She nodded.

"He sold the two smaller ones, and the swing club Top side, he just took the one big club back, up where all the big auto factories are. Repo'ed it, the guy turned it into a black hip hop club."

"Wow," I said, "redneck heaven and he thought the cops and the town would go for a hip hop club, stupid guy," I added.

"How long did he last?" I asked trying to seem conversational and not probing.

"How long did WHO last?" She asked.

"You know who, the guy who bought it."

"Six months, but it took three months to get it back from him," I nodded.

I took a drink, it was a nice cocktail. I went back to the table as my wife came out again from the private room. She told the guy to pay the DJ this time, boy she was catching on real quick. My plan had been to come here and just observe while letting my wife dance and get it out of her system. I thought she would give up and say the hell with this. I was sure wrong!

She headed for the bathroom. I held up the new beer, I no longer wanted it. As she walked she shifted the thong, she had just had sex, I could tell. She came back to the table.

"How did it go?"

"Better!"

She counted her money, so far for the night she had cleared one hundred bucks.

"You ready to go" I asked. The flames shot out of her eyes instantly.

"Hell no I’m not ready to go!" She said. "I'm just getting started. If you want go home, pick me up at close. If those girls from the club last week can make big bucks doing this then so can I, see ya Jackson."

Her eye's still blazing fire at me, she stormed off. I looked around the waitress giving me a look of understanding. This girl was very pretty, and beaming a big smile at me, another girl with all her teeth intact, which made two including my wife, amazing I thought. Two waitresses one for each side of the bar, time for me to move to the pretty ones side. Wow she was a bright spot for this night of hell.

I gave my best fake smile told her to hold my table. See why I'm a confrontational coward. I finished my drink waved at Tess as she was heading back to the "private room," what a joke. I motioned that I needed cigarettes, a lie.

I went across the road maybe half of a block down too a cheap motel. I got a non smoking room didn't even check it out, at $24.95 a night, yea right.

I didn't care but I wasn't going to drive drunk all the way home from here. And I felt a big bender coming on. Hell we could walk here, I smiled, Went looking for a liquor store.

I found a liquor store half block away, got smokes, bag of ice, bottle of booze, two liter's of cola; I was set for the night. I sat in the liquor store lot, thinking should I just go to the room. "How can I miss you if you don't go away?" I though about the song, hell no if she wants this lets see just how bad we both can be.

I walked in and paid another cover charge, walked to the bar and asked Baby doll, my new best friend, to put my ice in the cooler. She smiled and I ordered another large cocktail as she put my bag of ice away, five buck tip again to her. She loved me now. The hot waitress gave me a tight smile followed by a frown and placed a napkin on a table, patting it with her hand. I went and sat on the upper level in her section.

My wife came out of the room, the guy paid. She had it down now; she spit, wiped her mouth, kinda hocked up a little, pushed the curtain aside and spit on the floor in the private room, "Oh Jesus."

She was learning, but oh man, now I felt like a swinger, sex addict, pervert, nudist and now what, a pimp. Oh and a drunk?

The guy she came out with was not the same guy as when I left and I wasn't gone long, she was picking up the pace, I think. She was on a mission now to show these girls just how to make real cash. But at what price….the soul had left the station a long while back now.

She came to my table showed me two hundred dollar bills.

"Wow you are getting good," I lied.

"He wanted a blow job; I told him fifty if he had a condom, hundred bareback. Once I had him going, I told him, "come in my mouth for an extra hundred, he went for it." I told him two hundred more for me to swallow it. He said spit was fine, so I laughed at him; I spit it out on the floor after I showed it to him.

Lovely I thought. Glad I missed the film at eleven.

"I kind of noticed that move." I did not have a smile as I said it.

She was milking the system, literally. She counted her money four hundred dollars plus it was only nine forty-five. If I was a betting man I would bet she had more than all the other dancers combined, was I proud? No fucking way.

"What, lets hear it, I can see you thinking, spit it out," she said.

There are times to keep your mouth shut and my timing sometimes sucks, this would be one of those times. "You seem to have perfected the "Spit it out" move, but can we talk for a minute?"

The sparks and flames from her eyes were melting the ice in my drink, but she gave me a tight smile and nodded. She sat down pulling her chair close to mine.

"Listen" I said "since I can't seem to convince you to bug out of here. Did you see that big Allison's plant as we drove in? Most of these guys work for thirty to fifty bucks an hour. See that bank machine over their? I place those kind, they will give five hundred bucks a pop, instead of the usual three. These guys in here have the money, just demand it, if this is how you want to make money," I said.

"Now you fucking tell me!" She snapped at me.

"Well I just figured it out my self, when I got smokes," I lied holding the pack up.

She smiled kissed me, closed mouth no tongue. I was grateful for that.

She was working on my soft side now and her determination did impress me. She gave me her money to "hold," she meant it too. "Don't let the other girls see this" she whispered, "They might cut my throat…" I nodded.

She was probably right, I tried to get her to sit and go for smarted not harder, but she was too damn determined. She went off again. Break over, talk over. She at least seemed to be going for the younger and better looking guys like she did at the swing club's. Some I noticed had run home, hit the shower, maybe love was in bloom.

The little waitress came over plopped down she was hot, fanning her face with money. She had a fist full of money folded around her middle finger, unlike the dancers, she was making good money.

She was strawberry blond with crystalline eyes, blue sometimes and changing to a mint green depending on the light, with a few freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, she looked very sexy for this dive. I decided to mess with her a little; I was bored and a little pissed off at the Misses.

"Why don't you dance?" I asked.

She laughed "I ain't sucking no cock for twenty bucks, the house gets all the money anyway, fifty maybe but not twenty," she smiled and winked at me. And not in this nasty ass place," she added.

Taking that as a hint, I asked "do you get a break?"

"Sure fifteen minutes."

"Where do you go?" I asked.

"Outside through the back door!" she answered.

"When you go on break let me know." She smiled mouthing five-O, she held five fingers up and made an O with the other hand. She was laughing as she was saying it.

She got up put her fanny right in my face. "If ya like it, smack it." I gave her a somewhat hard one leaving my hand to rub out the sting.

Wow "nice booty."

She turned "five bucks a smack, pay up silly boy, show you my girls for an extra five." I nodded.

Wow what a player and she didn't have to do any of this crap, and was doing ok. I figured she was not going to tell me of her break or meet me out back.

She was running a game on me, all strippers do it. But hell she was not a stripper. I pulled out my wife's money, quite a large wad now, and her eyes sparkled. I tipped my head towards my busy wife.

"Oh, that's pretty good she make that all here?" I shook my head yes but said "no" with a smile. "Don't flash that here, really!" She said. “And I don't want your money, I'll let you slide this time, she pulled up her top anyway, meet the girls."

She pulled her top down pranced off with her butt wagging back at me all the way down the aisle. Holly Crap Batman, Nice Owl's. I had a slight erection beginning.

"I'm gonna go to the liquor store here in a minute," I lied to my wife. The next guy who wanted to take her back she led him to the bank machine first, good girl I thought.

If only I had some gold chains and a walking stick, gator shoes, big rimmed hat in velvet, the night would be complete. I'm a damn Pimp now, wonderful.

CHAPTER 40

My waitress flagged me which was a surprise, I went outside, drove to the back. She jumped in my car telling me how nice it was.

'You know the owner?" She said.

"Not really," I lied.

She got to the point, "fifty, right" kind of chuckling. Which, I didn't get.

"Double, if it’s good," I said.

She worked my belt, slid my pants down I was semi-erect in anticipation. But my mind and heart was not into this beautiful woman. Nothing can make a man feel more worthless than to have paid sex. It may feel good at the time, but afterwards, when you hand over the money, it's a real manhood gut check.

She looked around to make sure it was safe, took hold of my penis, stroking it to full hardness.

"Nice" she said, as I pushed her head down and not wanting an intimate encounter.

Wow she was good, I thought as she enveloped me fully to the root, all of me and I gasped. I don't care what anyone might say, you get caught up in this sex charged environment and you are easy prey. Throw in the marriage problem and here I was paying for it.

She was tall maybe five foot nine or better, one hundred thirty pounds with a long waist, a lot of ass and boobs with a very cut body. While she worked her magic on me I could smell her scent musk the cars interior and me with sexual rage.

She felt me starting to squirm and quit suddenly, asking "You wan'na fuck? I won’t charge. I don't turn tricks, I just kinda like you. I was kidding about the money," she grinned up at me with a dazzling flash of perfect teeth.

I said "not this time." I couldn't find it in me to trust these girls, let alone stick Fred in one of them. And like Clinton said, "I didn't cheat if was just a blow job for Christ sake."

"Ok," she said a frown on her face. I wanted nothing more than to ravish this babe, but this was not swinging with a married woman while your wife is on the other bed screaming in mutual orgasm. I was quite conflicted.

I had lost my concentration and felt her suck me down her throat and I gasped again. She seemed to like that and became even more aggressive making me even more verbal, her hand working between her own tight shorts, she wanted to show me how good she was, and she was great.

She felt me tense and clamped on me hard, stopping me again. It was a little late but her grip was strong. She looked up at me. "I know that you and your wife are swingers,” she smiled. “Your wife told me all about you in the dressing room."

I could just picture my wife holding court. "Yea, my husband is such a perv. He can lick pussy like a kitten on a milk saucer." Great, wonderful, what other secrets have been let out of my closet, I wondered.

My girl kept licking me between words; I was in shock and awe for god sake's. Get me off already. But no, she was really enjoying teasing me, the smell of her scent driving me wild. I saw her peel her booty shorts down a few inches, her bush was golden and glistening, like honey and spice, she was excited.

She put two fingers inside herself moaning softly still mouthing on me slowly. I tried to push her head down; she refused just teasing me more. I watched her fingers come out wet and slick, she put them up to my mouth.

Her fragrance was strong but pleasant, not musty at all. I began to lick her fingers and she put them back inside herself, began to work me in long deep strokes with her wet mouth.

Putting her fingers in my mouth again the scent and taste put me over. I held her head and she knew it was time but I felt her just suddenly stop again. I groaned into her hand, wet fingers in my mouth muffling my protest.

She squeezed me off allowing me to calm somewhat and began to ride up and down with my bucking hips not allowing me to finish. I reached over to slide my fingers into her, she was soaked and gushing wet, I thought I would try a new tack.

I worked her up quickly, her own moan of orgasm bringing me almost to the brink again. She let it flow, but pinched off a full ejaculation, my car smelled like a whore house, but I could care less at this point the little brain very much in charge of everything.

She nursed me gently, till I was raging and begging for release. She was one hell of a cock tease, unlike my wife.

She came up to my ear "you should fuck me; it’s been awhile for me, my boyfriend is a lazy ass, I don't do him at all."

"I can tell, pretty tight down their."

"Yea, real tight for that big thing, your wife told me you were good, but man that's big." Now she was working on my ego.

Jesus does my wife set everything up for me, and hell that's crap I watch porno's. I'm not that big I just get hard enough to break walnuts.

"Oh trust me,” I lied, “I plan on it. Just not tonight or right now, when's your next break?" I asked trying to put her off.

"In two minutes," she said, laughing, looking at her watch.

"I don't get paid here, it’s all tips, and if I show up I bank, if not I don't."

"Ok then," I said. Putting the car in drive, I went across the road to the motel. Fortunately the room was in the back and on the ground floor. Why I was embarrassed I have no clue, I guess I'm just not a hotel sneak. Or would snake be a better choice of words.

We went in and she looked so much more beautiful in real light, milky complexion, long legs, she turned away from me modestly. Pulling her top off and lowering her shorts she left on her Reeboks with socks, white trimmed in pink at the top. "Dirty floors," she said looking around the cheap room.

She bent over lowering and stepping out of the shorts giving me a full view. Her ass was one of the finest I have seen in any adult magazine or up close and personal. This girl was buff.

She peeked back at me to make sure I was getting the full show. "Smack it if ya want," so I did. I let my own clothes fly off me landing in a heap on the dirty floor. I had only one thing on my mind, coming.

She turned, her breast swollen, her nipples taut and erect. I put out both hands pinching both between finger and thumb as she embraced me, "hard" she whispered, biting my earlobe.

She pushed me back, I was semi erect the tip of my penis glistening but a long way to go. She looked at Fred.

"Good bet you'll last a while after that work out." She held me back both arms on my shoulders, "don't move" she commanded, "hands at your side."

She took one step back and turned looking away from me and did a hand stand coming over backwards and twisting. Her ankles locked around my neck and her long legs, one on each side of my head.

I grabbed her calves, her vagina a few inches from my face wet and leaking her sexual lust, I took awhile just to look at her muff. I must admit I missed the female fur and she had plenty, a natural blond with almost a hint of orange.

I felt Fred flex his muscle as my tongue slide into her fully, my mouth sucking her clitoris and my teeth gap locking it into place. It was my turn to hear her gasp and she did. She raised her head taking Fred back in her own upside down mouth for a little more payback.

My lust was still overwhelming; she was gushing vaginal cream as I lapped at her engorged vulva. She let me fall out of her mouth gasping and I began to walk her to the bed falling over in a sixty nine position.

She rolled me over and was now on top. She rose up rotating her hips, her juices a leaking flow now as she crushed my head back into the mattress.

"Your wife told me that you were a good pussy sucker and wow was she ever right."

She sat up riding my face with lust and a lot of pressure, occasionally stroking me to keep me erect.

My hands went to her engorged nipples and I pinched them until she squealed. She could take and liked a lot of pressure, the harder I pinched the harder she pressed into my mouth, my tongue fully inside her exploring as deeply as I could.

My cheeks cratered sucking her pussy hard into my mouth, my tongue sliding in and out across her folds. I felt her stomach began to quiver and convulse, her hands went to my hip bones, her muff now being forced into my face with all her weight and muscle power behind it. She began to orgasm with a muffled closed mouth scream that echoed around the room rather loudly.

I felt her push out and her cream flooded into my mouth, her guts wrenching in and out. I grabbed her hips sucking her sex out into my hungry mouth. The liquid poured out of her fertile snatch. She was clinching my tongue between gush's of orgasmic juices, I felt her finally began to slow.

I was so ragging hard my erection now hurt and throbbed for release. I flipped both of us over her legs splay fully open to me. I sucked her gash till she began to push my face away somewhat sated. I slid up, going into her but I felt resistance in her vagina, she was somewhat shallow and very tight.

Her yelp let me know I would have to go slow. She looked in my eyes, "No fuck me hard, damn it, pound me," She grabbed my butt cheeks and her heel dug into my anus to encourage me.

I pulled out to the tip and slammed into her fully. My hand covered her mouth to smother the scream as I bottomed out stretching her open to what seemed the largest hard on I ever had. Her deep groan telling me I more than hit the mark.

I felt her gush and wrap her whole body into mine, her vaginal muscles contracting on me in waves with each of her ejaculations of goo. I felt like I was stretching her but she was in the throes of lust and bliss, biting the skin on my fingers held over her mouth.

I removed my hand, my mouth covering hers. She began to buck into me her vagina slick but still tight around me, this woman had never had children. And she was correct she had not had intercourse in quite a while. Her heels digging into my anus with each pounding thrust got my gonad's itching for release.

I began to tighten my guts to hold off. She pushed me back both hands on my shoulders. "Don't you dare come yet; it's still my turn, fuck me hard."

I began to pound into her with full strokes in and out hitting her cervix each time brutally.

I could feel it softening and stretching with every hard thrust as she began to moan. I felt like she was trying to push me out but her cervix was beginning to flower open to my hard pounding thrust.

I concentrated on that small circle of flesh, striking it hard as I could, her pushing back hard against me. Her vaginal muscles constantly flexing were almost expelling me. But it slipped back in and plunged into her the tip popping into her inner orifice. The small size and pressure squeezing out the blood of my cock head.

I groaned as I flexed my hips to penetrate her as fully as I could, her grip tightened on my cock head as it began to swell in her inner womb. I felt a scream coming but she pushed me up again with both strong arms.

"No don't come, not yet, fuck me hard, now! I'm close damn it!" She screamed at me.

I began to stroke but my penis was trapped like a dog in a bitch. The motion of me trying to pull out had her in a frenzy, her muscles convulsing, her eyes burned intently into mine.

I felt her guts churn, her anus pushing out onto my slapping testicles, she was groaning like delivering a child. Her face contorted in the beauty of a female deep vaginal orgasm. Her pussy so wet now, it was flowing down my testicles and flooding the comforter.

I got some range of my stroke, her face telling me to go harder and deeper. She pushed and pulled my hip bones as she snapped out of the trance and looked deep in my eyes.

I was in pain now my own orgasm cut off by her tightening cervical muscle, she grinned at me knowing she had full control over me. Her eyes went dark and her lips were swollen in lust. I wasn’t sure if the look of her was angelic or of evil, nor did I care as she had me enraptured at that point.

"Come in me baby, do it now, come with me I’m their, yes! She screamed. That was all it took, I felt her push out releasing the tight hold on my cock head. I exploded, her eyes opening wide.

"Yes I can feel it, shoot it in me, oh yes make me come baby!" She hissed thru clenched teeth.

Her own guts wrenching in and out along with mine, an ejaculation so strong I could not remember an equal. I felt my semen exploding inside her mixing with her own fluid engorged sex.

The bed moving with us the fluid pouring out inside her, she wrapped her leg around me threw me over on my back, this girl was strong.

Keeping me inside her she was on top on me, superior position now. And I was fully inside her and still bone hard; she ground into me savoring the last flames of her own still burning passion.

She looked into my eyes. 'Do what your wife likes," she said. I nodded lost in my own lust for this fantastic creature; she came off me and up onto my face with her gash leaking. As she moved up, my hands on her fine ass, lifting her onto my mouth.

My tongue slid into her fully. I sucked her hard; she held her mouth with both hands while screaming out a new orgasm, pushing out her own new flood into my mouth until her bucking became slowed. She ground into me slowly working her own nipples as I nursed her pussy cleft; my tongue flitting across her trapped clitoris.

I felt her tensing she looked down into my eyes I opened my mouth knowing what was coming, she pushed out hard, groaning, her pussy exploded. A gushing squirting mass of fluid went down my throat, her eyes wide shocked at her ejaculation. She screwed up her face and groaned pushing out a true gusher flooding me to over filling.

I threw her over on her back sucking still. I slid back up my cock now back to raging hardness leaking fluid, I plunged back in her, now swollen, I pressed hard till she flexed open.

She screamed as it passed the opening her legs going back around me, her guts pushing out to allow me back inside. But I was swelling now and trapped she had to make me come again.

She got the burning urge to come again, I could feel her flexing. Tightening and relaxing trying to make me come for her, her actions became wild moving in fast jerking in and out motions.

She ground that heel into my anus again, while holding my cheeks open with both her hands. My face went askew she saw, my sense of release coming. She tightened on my penis now wanting to torture me again. Her own climax was bubbling near the surface but not quite there yet.

She smiled, almost an evil grin she knew I was moving toward pain from lack of release. "Fuck me hard if you want it, fuck me hard now!" I went back up my arms fully extended, my cock so hard it hurt.

Her anus flexed out again, her insides loosening for me to move more fully. She looked into my eyes, "Yes baby now, come with me, shoot it all the way up my womb, and put a baby in me!"

Oh hell, Oh hell, guess what girl no swimmer's here, damn good thing. I felt her flex and it spurred me, she held me tight. I felt the surge go but she clamped it tight building the pressure up.

Now it hurt, I pounded hard trying to push out my own semen, my testicles burned wanting release. She saw my face screwed up in pain and grabbed me tight relaxing, groaning "I'm coming" my eruption sent globs of come up her tubes till it was back flowing into her honey pot.

She felt it and pushed me out of her cervix still making me pound into her to finish my own orgasm. The head of my cock brutally pounding her numbed cervix she pulled me hard grinding onto me. Wow this girl is strong, I felt like I was wrestling a Python.

I could feel more leaking out of my penis head, her milking me dry with her own contractions. Her feet went up on my shoulders pushing me down, her fingers entangled in my hair.

She pulled my face forcefully into her wetness, "suck me again, you owe me." I devoured her swollen sex with the fruits of our love, making me enraged with wanton lust. I felt her tightening, she was going to come again, and I felt her flex, pulling me tight against her vagina.

She pushed out, her pussy now flooding; it I knew was just a prelude, she screamed again and the gusher came, her sex organ opening up, her honey flowing out in gushing spurts into my sucking mouth. Her clitoris now swelled like a mini cock, a flower in full bloom, many times its previous size.

She grabbed me tight with both arms and legs holding me and not letting me move. Her climax spasms now changed from long pulses to slow tiny quakes. The lust in her eyes melting into mine as I looked over her fluffy down covered Mon's still nursing at her. She smiled, her whole face aglow with redness, her thinly freckled face one of the most beautiful I had ever looked upon.

My mind went back for a moment to when I fell in love with my wife. Our first night, I knew I could never see this girl, ever again. She pulled me up to her face, her mouth on mine with her tongue exploring.

Those long legs wrapped around holding me tight, I could feel her sex still quaking in mini shutters of excitement. My own erection had not fully waned while I lay pressed against her swollen sex.

We continued kissing for what seemed like many long minutes. Our passions for each other not yet quenched, she held my head with one hand to her mouth.

The other hand went between us and she grabbed my penis to guide me back into her. We just lay their her mouth so sweet on mine, her vagina flexing on me, intertwined as fully as two people can be and not become as one.

This was not fucking, this was closeness. So close it scared me, but I could not move it was like we belonged that way. She broke our kiss her warm breath and gasping flow of hot passionate air coming up at me, my perspiration falling at her face in sustained droplets like rain.

She whispered into my ear softly, "Thank you for my first real orgasm. I told your wife I had always been a faker, now I know what a real female orgasm is and I don't even know you name."

"Same here, we’re even." Those words so echoed back to me and my wife. Why wasn't it her here instead of with whatever the hell you would call the guys she was with, Tricks.

Was she paying me back for all the times I went for new girls. Was it her time to see how much "fresh" she could get, was that what this was about? I had no idea but the longer I was inside this woman the more the feelings inside me surged, till I was stroking into her again.

I knew their was no way I could get off again, four times already but the feel of her slickness, her excrement and scent was an excitement unto itself. Unquenchable and insatiable she felt it too and began to flex again, her tightness working my loins to a renewed fever.

The burn in my guts began again she sensed my penis flexing, growing, her cervix swollen and fully tight now; she lowered the angle of her hips, my penis now stretching her vagina.

Little gasps escaped her with each full thrust into her, her mouth back on mine her hands went down onto my testicles, one long arm around to my anus. I felt her fingers in the wetness from both of us and two long slender fingers sliding up into me.

She looked into my eyes as the fingers went into my anus, she smiled. "You like that too don't you?" Looking into my eyes her fingers digging deeper she watched my reaction, she went for three and I gasped.

She held me tightly to her, working her hands till I was groaning again. This pushed my excitement higher as she felt me tensing and plunging deeper into her with her own orgasm exploding.

Her smile lit up, her mouth drawn back in wonder watching me. I came again with her heels digging into my legs, holding me in place as I pumped the last of any fluids left in my body and soul into her.

Her tender lips came to mine. "God I love you and that cock," she said. Please come back, please, I won’t interfere with you and your wife, I promise."

I knew she wouldn't, I could never return to see this girl for she was way too addictive for me.

"I promise I won't fuck anyone else, if you will come see me, with her or without," she smiled, kissing me again.

Was this another woman who can read my feeble mind like my wife? Similar to how Vickey could from so long ago. I looked into her blue eyes you could see all the way to the depths of her soul.

"Teach your boyfriend to do that, show him what you like," I said.

She laughed her sex tightening on me as she did. "He comes once and he is snoring and his cock is small, and he won't lick me for more than a minute. It’s all about him."

I looked at her; this was not what I wanted to hear.

"It was ok in high school", she said, "But now I'm a big girl and his cock is still in high school along with his skills. I haven't screwed him since I got back from deployment."

"Lots of big guys out there, skilled too," I said. "And unmarried ones at that," I added.

"I'm not a player and I haven't been with many guys. I was in the military twenty-four months, had the minorities and officers on me daily, and I never had sex one time while I was in. I just got out awhile back and haven't had sex with my old boyfriend one time. That's it for the last three years for me."

"Wow!" I said. "Who are you saving it for?"

"Well from the way we just made love I have been saving it for an orgasm like that. Maybe with you," she kissed me again.

This was not what I wanted to hear. I wanted her to go turn tricks or something; find a porno cock; then fall in love with a twenty-five year old stud. I felt no guilt, not with how my wife was acting, but I wasn't looking for this.

My wife could play these guys, take plenty of money and not fuck these guys. She liked to fuck and liked to try out different guys.

That was the whole point of the swing club for her. She was always looking for a new and if possible bigger cock.

"Look Bambi," I had no idea where that came from but she didn't say a word, she just looked into my eyes. My erection still semi-hard inside her, She was cageling on my penis and her anus moving in and out against my testicles.

She kissed me again with her fingers going back up my anus, it hurt somewhat I was swollen. She bit my earlobe, taking my mind quickly off my sore anus.

"How did you learn so much?" I whisper into her ear.

"I don't know anything, it's just what feels right to do, sometimes when I masturbate," She giggled, "I work my sphincter muscle to make me come but not like what we did tonight. Your wife told me she has gushing orgasms and you taught her."

"Did she now?" I said. "She doesn't seem to hold a lot back," I said.

"Well no she doesn't, she pretty much told all the girls you were open game, so to speak."

"So the stuff at the table what was that?" I asked.

"Foreplay," she cooed. I felt her fingers go deep, her hips bucking up into me. "Come together with me again," she whispered in my ear. And I did. I felt myself coming and I was now on my back I must have fallen asleep she was performing oral sex on me again.

"Damn man what a load," she belched, "Sorry" she said laughing.

"It’s ok," I nodded.

"How did I do?" she asked.

I gave her a nod it was all I could muster. What time? I asked. '"It’s early maybe, midnight."

"How long was I asleep?

"Five minutes, if that. I thought maybe this might wake you up."

God, I broke the golden rule never go to sleep with a strange woman with a pocket full of cash, it will evaporate and she will say, money, what money. But I looked into her eyes, her mouth still on my member softly licking it inside her mouth, her tongue rolling around it.

She clenched the bottom tight sucking the tip drawing fresh blood into it, recharging it and I'll be damned, it responded and was bone hard. She got on top and began to rock back and forth slowly, her cervix brushing across the tip with each hip rotation.

"You are spoiling me," she pulled up on her Mon's letting her swollen clitoris ride my hairless pubic bone. Her tightness fully swollen around me now, she looked in my eyes. "Can I get one more?" She grinned while she caressed my testicles.

"Get it while you can." I felt her other hand go around her finger wetting in her juices again, she just played at my anus, not penetrating just rubbing making me push out wanting the intensity of it, the tease.

I felt her begin to buck in earnest her pubis slamming at my pubic bone as I realized she was on the verge, I could feel it again rising within her. I moved my hips off the bed penetrating her fully, she gasped as her finger slide into me as she gushed, just as I did. My testes now swollen and hurting to function again but they just kept on spurting.

She looked in my eyes "I felt that," she smiled. “A little dry to me, I said.”You want wet big boy?" she said. Why do I open my big mouth, but I did for her again.

She jumped up her swollen sex covering my mouth again as she was still gushing out her own orgasm.

We rinsed, a quick shower, and were across the street in no time.

"I'll wait a while out here,"

"Why?" she asked.

"Well I don't want any heat on you," I said.

"Heat on me, for what, no one's gonna say crap to me, hey your wife gave me the green light so it's fine. She is the one who told me to go for it."

I grabbed her kissing deeply, put a hundred dollar bill in her hand. She looked at it as if insulted, and I felt like crap doing it. I really liked this woman, which was now my problem. Quite possibly stronger feelings than just like.

"Look, I just feel like I should make up for what you’ve lost, being out here with me and all. Hell, when you serve me my drinks let’s just figure it as your tip."

I still knew I had in a way hurt her, the tight smile a dead give away. But I did not want this girl to think this was going further, it wasn't. If I had to piss her off so be it, but I couldn't do it, not looking into her sad eyes.

"Look Bambi, I know what you told me was true and trust me you are the most special girl I've met in a long time, you did all that with me and ask for nothing."

"I got what I wanted." She smiled a devilish grin, "That orgasm's been building and waiting since I lost my Cherry, but I still got the box it came in and now it’s happy," she smiled.

Her lips near mine "and a very fine box it is," I said. "Like a box of chocolates just full of juicy surprises." She took the hundred.

"Well I hope you guys make it back, most don't. One trip to this shit hole and we don't see many be backs."

"I can't promise anything, it’s up to my wife, ok?"

She kissed me, her hand on my chest clutching at me. She quickly left the car; I was feeling like crap as I knew I would. Confrontational coward when it comes to women, that's me.

CHAPTER 41

I went back in the bar. I had already done the liquor store so, I was covered.

My wife was at our table and stuffed my hand with cash. Nine hundred in twenty's she had gotten it all from the guy's with plastic, mostly new twenty's from the bank machine.

She had gone three more times her crotch soaking wet now. I didn't have to ask what she had done now. I told her it was time for new panties, "can't," she said. "I was just going to try out and didn't expect this."

"How long we staying?" I asked.

"Till close" she replied, I groaned.

I ordered a large drink, two bottled waters, guess we were walking across the street. My wife got drunk on cheep booze and I finally got her to switch to Evan but the mix of beer and liquor had fucked her up. She had fourteen hundred dollars by 3:00 a.m. plus the money she had given me to "hold."

“I’m sore all over,” she said.

Humph, I didn’t inquire as to why, but did say proudly, "You will be happy to know I got us a room…" She smiled.

We drove across the street after she gave the bartender, DJ, and the bouncer twenty bucks each. It was double what any of the other girls had tipped out, if anything.

The regular girls were bitching, taking home fifty to a hundred dollars. More were at fifty I assumed from what I observed.

I went into the motel told the guy the room reeked of smoke. He gave me a new room key card right next to the one I had used. It really reeked of me and Bambi.

"I got the room when I left for the liquor store!" I lied, "Just needed to pick up the key."

She smiled and said, "You are a planner Jackson". I nodded thinking, if she only knew my new plan for our life.

She wanted more sex right away, "Shower" I said. "Twice and brush twice also."

We had sex so I licked her a little timidly and when I had finished she lay back so we could enjoy our large cocktails. I was worn out, but like at the swing club I was still raging sexually and unable to turn it off.

"Do your thing?" she asked me.

"It's your thing honey," I corrected her, mumbling into her wetness. While I performed this deed all I could think about was the waitress. I had let myself fall for something that was never meant to be, not in this lifetime anyway.

It was time for me to regain control, "let’s talk," I said, after she was somewhat sated. I got my pants pockets unloaded and she had cleared a little over twenty-eight hundred dollars including the hotel guy's money from the night before, she was pleased.

I didn't tell her I blew a hundred on Bambi or whatever her real name was.

"Let me ask, I said "Would you like to do this every night?"

"Fuck no!" She yelled, "I'm worn out."

"Good," I said "how do you like dancing?"

"That part I love Jackson."

"Would you rather be a stripper or own the strip club?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up, "both" she said.

"Ok let’s come back tomorrow, but I need some sleep."

I called the after hours line at the car lot and left a message for Karla to postpone the meeting. I would advise for rescheduling. I knew Todd wasn't coming anyway and as far as I was concerned the car biz was over for me.

We had sex again, she was as swollen as Bambi, I did the thing for her and she seemed pleased. All I could think of again was the waitress, Bambi; she had infected my very soul.

I slept until checkout time at 11:00 a.m. To my surprise when I took the extra pack of smokes out of my shirt pocket, I found the folded hundred dollar bill. Bambi had put it back in my shirt pocket, as she kissed me. I had no idea what to think of her doing this, was it for me or for her. Oh man I'm in too damn deep.

Did she have too much pride to screw for money or did she feel bad taking mine. I was too tired to think about it but she did share my dreams, a good one for a change.

The next day we took it easy. I did go to the office for a few details; I had the business set up to run on its own now.

Cal had sales covered; Karla had contracts and closing down to an art form. They should have from watching me so many times over the years. Todd never showed as I expected.

I made the call from work; I knew it was his cell phone from what my wife had told me. He answered in a few rings with a rough gravelly voice.

"Yeah" He barked out.

"Hi their, is this the VIP?" I asked.

"Sure is" he answered, "don't get many calls from guys on this number. What can I do for you?" he snapped.

"Not sure if you remember me but I've sold you cars before, the Pink Cadillac’s and we just chatted a few months ago at Islamorada," I said.

"Jackson!" He shouted into the phone.

"Where the hell have you have been hiding my boy? I thought you were going to call me when you got back from Florida. I really liked those cars, got anymore?" he asked.

"No, I'm out of that business, I told ya that Franke. I have been for awhile now. We lost our lease remember." I must have caught him in a tired moment.

"I heard," he said "bad luck huh?" he asked.

"Say can I ask something Franke?"

"Sure," he said.

"How is your club business going?"

I had him disarmed as I wanted him, he was thinking cars and I wanted honest answers. I knew him to be a good guy and honest.

He mostly did real estate ventures from what little I did know about him. And he had always bought his cars for cash, beating the hell out of me in the process.

He negotiated like a mafia Don. Buying properties and businesses and flipping them for the payment stream. Somewhat in a way like I did with the car business.

"Business sucks," he said.

"Is that a technical or descriptive term?" I asked. Laughing, getting him to laugh with me and open up to me.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson. No it means business is bad, it’s bad all over. Most of my club's are sold and the payments are spotty at best. Just re'poed one and my club here in Indy barely breaks even.

As I said, "it sucks" we had an unusually good night last night, but that happens once in a while.

I smiled; thank my wife for that I thought.
He said "But I always got irons in the fire. How about you?" he asked.

"Buy here, pay here," I told him. "It’s going ok but I'm bored with it," I lied.

"Well do something you like Jackson, you know that, life's too damn short to do a shitty job you don't like."

"Listen Franke, speaking of Indy you ever go their?"

"Oh yea sometimes," he lied.

"Well, meet me there tonight. I asked.

"How come" he asked?

"Well my wife tried out last night for fun. She loved it, her first time, but she did well and liked it."

"Hey Jackson are you telling me that was your wife that came in last night?"

"Sure it was I had her call you yesterday in fact."

"I been hearing about it all damn day," he said.

"The other girls were pissed off, but the staff and customers loved her from what I've heard today. You guys didn't leave a number when you left. I have been trying to call her all day but that number won’t allow redial that she called me from. That's your wife huh, I've met her a few times as I remember,” he said. "Yea I'll meet you what time?"

"Let's say 9:00 p.m. Franke."

"Yea good, that’s good Jackson." I wanted off the phone the meeting was set, but he kept talking.

"She gonna work again?" He asked.

"She might if you use your charm Franke," I teased him.

Franke is a big guy, got some health problems, I knew. He had these Clubs strictly for the business investment and didn't like the daily operational aspects of it. Kinda like roulette, put down your bet let the wheel spin see where the ball lands. I thanked him, we had a firm date.

I kept my wife in the dark asking only if she wanted to go back, she jumped at the prospect. Now having rested for most of the day and a lot of hot tub we were on the road at 8:00 p.m.

I bought a bottle of Crown Royal for Franke. With his health problem and from the bar in Florida, I knew he didn't drink and it would wind up for my wife anyway.

We got their pretty quick the weather was ok. Somewhat misty with clouds rolling in from the northwest. It looked like a snow sky, just not cold quite enough yet. I knew the cold wind coming down off Lake Michigan thru Chicago would be bringing some real crap our way soon.

Maybe we would have to stay down here again, that though made me think of the waitress. I guess I might just have to learn her name. But I still liked the name Bambi for her.

On this trip my wife brought her big club bag filled with high priced outfits and several pairs of hot stripper heels. I sat down at the bar and Baby Doll sat a drink in front of me with a big smile as soon as I sat down.

"No charge," she said.

I flipped her five anyway. She knew how her bread was buttered. I handed the Crown Royal bag to her.

"For me," she said.

"No, for the owner," I said "he's meeting me here."

"Good luck on that one," she chuckled and added, "He’s not too reliable."

"Hold it for me then," I asked. She nodded. "The bag is for my wife."

"Sure thing, Jackson..." Damn no more secrets here.

I moved to a table I didn't want to give anything up in conversation with her. My cute little waitress saw me gave me a hug and kissed me, this time I accepted with an open mouth as she patted my crotch.

"Mmm" she said, starting to skip off seeing my full cocktail. I grabbed her arm pulling her back. She turned around with a big happy smile blooming on her face now.

My wife had gone straight to the locker area with her clothes bag. Two or three girls followed her. I hoped they checked these girls for weapons, knives came to my mind.

I pulled my waitress onto my lap. "Hi" she said "miss me did ya?" "As a matter of fact I dreamed about you last night and that's a first for me, we kissed again.

"Look I don't want to cause crap for you and your wife, so we can be friends, ok." She said it smiling. But I wasn't...

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Well, just giving you an easy out, if ya want it."

"Yea, I found your ‘out’ in my shirt pocket; A hundred of them," I told her.

She smiled a big happy full grin. "I told you I was kidding about the money, I've never left here with a guy before," she smiled again.

"But hey, look at that cutie over their, and he's young who knows how long he could go. Maybe all night long," she pinched my penis head her eyes drilling into mine but her smile was captivating.

I knew how beautiful she was out of this dark bar light and here she was trying to make me jealous. She was in fact doing a good job of it.

"Look the money thing it was my gift..." She lifted two fingers over my mouth to shush me.

"You want to buy me something, do that, but don't give me money, not after we have sex, don't ever do it, please."

"Look ..." I mumbled thru her hand that had now covered my mouth to stop my words. She just smiled at me and I thought, throw the damn shovel away Jackson, quit digging.

"Deal, but here, I want good service tonight I have a guest coming so here's your tip in advance." I gave her back the hundred.

"If that make you feel better that's a deal." She gave me a deep real kiss, a kiss of long term lovers.

But she was smart enough to leave before my wife came out. Or was she, from what she had said it might well have been my wife who put her up to this in the first place. Keep me here at the bar, who the hell can figure women out and a women having a mid life crisis, hell I can't figure it out.

"Is this ah, our little secret, kind of thing?" she asked.

"If my wife asks me, I won’t lie," I said. "We are I guess a pretty open marriage now."

"Good," she said, "but the secret make's me feel kinda special, see ya big fellah."

I knew she was now going to flirt with every guy around me. To let me know what she could offer to any of these young guys, Studs.

I was by far the oldest guy in this room, my wife the oldest woman, the bartender looked older but wasn't in fact. My wife could still pass for thirty in here easily.

She came out after about twenty minutes her court of followers in tow. She was the new Queen of the club. She avoided my table to let the guys think she was available and the truth was, she was available, but unlike my little gal she wasn't free.

I approved of her and the gals avoiding me. I feared too much weight in one area again. So I was happy her and the court kept a good distance from my table. I could picture my table and five "big girls" landing in the basement in a cloud of dust and rubble.

CHAPTER 42

Twenty five years of marriage and three almost grown children living in one of America’s best and most prosperous communities might be enough for most people. For the Halland’s (Tess and Jack ‘AJ’) AJ in particular, life is a challenge quest to see how far you can push your family farther up the Rat Wheel of success.

AJ’s new venture, an automobile business with soaring success, finds itself days away from a new bank merger. A merger, if completed, which will pull the proverbial rug and financing from under the new businesses sound financial footing. In the back of AJ’s mind he can already hear his wife’s “I told you so” ringing loudly in his head like the horns of Gabriel sounding the end of all time. He finds himself in a tight box financially and no real prospects to save the family lifestyle if this bank merger is completed.

Tess has her own new ideas; having been left out of the new car business she needed her own adventures. In the last half year she and AJ opened their marriage to “the lifestyle” and they plunged into it like ducks to water. The numerous weekend club visits and the at-home swing parties had caused them both to spiral into a haze of sexual lust; each carrying very different thoughts and emotions regarding this new lifestyle. A few affairs sprinkled amidst their marriage put a band-aid on feelings of disgust she held for AJ’s drinking issues for a time. For Tess she now felt a sense of independence fulfilling the missed sexual revolution which had passed her by when she married so young that this could be a draw as well.

From AJ’s point of view the sex could not be better with Tess; he had no complaints either in intensity or frequency. The fact of the matter was they fucked like energizer bunnies with or without the swinging. The downside for him was that the exploits seemed to be going deeper and darker down a road of bizarre and unusual sex acts. Bi-sexual encounters and other acts performed under the influence of large quantities of alcohol left AJ with deep sick feelings down to his gut instincts. A dare at one of the swing clubs whereby his wife took the challenge and engaged in sex for money; a thousand dollars that left her thinking why give it away, and as of last night she wasn’t, having an outcall at a local hotel for another thousand dollars.

While the car business and sexual adventure problems have AJ weighed down heavily, the nightmares of dying young exotic dancers, one who calls him Daddy, have left his mind reeling. Now his own wife is a high priced call girl with a dream to become an exotic dancer, a damn stripper no less. Putting aside the dangers and obvious family problems this lifestyle can bring down upon the family; the woman is forty-seven years old and women don’t begin a stripping career at this age, but if it will get her away from hooking, he’ll take the strip club if that becomes the last option standing.

In Maryland a prominent family suffers its own loss, the death of the oldest daughter who is part of this stripping underworld. The wife is an old lover of AJ’s from the seventies with her own issues and secrets from the past. Her hated husband, a very powerful senator and a pedophile in his own right, elated to be rid of the stepdaughter. Secrets of his checkered past now buried along with the girl. Now he must contend with his own oldest daughter meddling in this sordid stripping business in the Midwest, finding out how her half sister really died. Possible opening festering wounds that should be left to scar over and never see the light of day any inquiry might bring.

With the help of two FBI agents, Mark Fucsmore (Fuc’s) and Beth Ashland, Senator Markland feels his past will remain just that, the past. Fuc’s and Beth feel there is more to these deaths than meets the eye but have been forbidden, even bribed, to move on to different areas of investigation for their new unit. Higher ups want Markland’s vote and this is exactly the leverage needed to own that vote whenever needed.

All Markland has to do is sit the family down let them know poor Mickey is dead and that is that. He plans a family vacation in the Florida Keys to do just that and call on his military trained daughter Flight Commander Monica Markland to stand down and let this go. He knows he has the obstinate wife somewhat under control, now it’s time to deal with Monica and close this chapter forever.

In another set of tragic circumstances for the Markland’s, four went on vacation and only three had returned home to Maryland. One family member lost at sea to the reef sharks in the Florida Keys, with no remains found. Beth Ashland and Mark Fucsmore (Fuc’s) wonder how one family could have such bad luck come upon them in such rapid secession. Unresolved doubts remained as to the death of both Markland’s and the other exotic dancer deaths in the Midwest. Were these deaths from overdose or a very clever killer? Good cops always have that sixth sense when things just don’t add up. But when the FBI says more on you follow orders… maybe.

CHAPTER 43

I decided to stay away from the office and work from home for the day, this of course putting up my wife's radar. She passed on asking me questions however or why I did not sleep in our bed last night, which I was grateful for. I decided one of us feeling like crap was enough for the family and decided to alter her plans slightly for tonight. Regardless of what we did now our lives were about to change forever, and not likely to change for the better.

I suggested a new idea to her; go to a club where no one knew her or us, and she liked that idea right away. I gave her a number to call out of a local sex magazine I had purchased the night before, sold at a nearby liquor store, advertising all kinds of crap. Boy wants girl, girl wants to screw a dog (K9), etc. I think you get my drift….

She called the number and got the owner, I knew she would, but she didn't know him from anyone just by his voice. The first thing he asked her was if she was a big girl, code word for ‘fat chick,’ he had enough big girls already. She described herself to him and he begged her to come to the club right away and see Baby Doll, the girl behind the bar. He would leave word with Baby Doll to be expecting her.

I finished up what I could, and gave the family a nice dinner; it felt like a condemned mans last meal for me. We hit the hot tub, showered and were on the road somewhat early for a strip club outing. We were off to our new life and maybe a new business, even more I could feel like crap about drowning in my own personal and business failure.

Baby Doll seemed sixty going on a hundred, her wrinkled face scared me at first. She was maybe a baby doll in like the "1930's," it turns out she was only forty-seven but it was a damn hard forty-seven years. This must not be an easy lifestyle. Old strippers should give it up at what, maybe twenty-five, twenty-seven, thirty for god sakes.

My forty-seven year old wife wanted to try it now, today. I ordered a drink with top shelf bourbon (more expensive brand) to ease my own pain and guilt. I got some shit called Wellingtons. It was like cheap fucking gasoline, I could pour it in my car as fuel injector cleaner, I thought.

I left it after one sip and a burning cringe got a bottled beer instead, domestic. No imports go figure, high class joint Franke had here. My wife came out in her stripped clothes and she by far blew all the girls away. The owner was correct, he had way too many "big girls," and that was being, well, a very kind description for these heifers.

The old floor actually moved when some of them herded thru the joint. I could tell it had a basement by the way the floor moved as the girls tromped thru the joint on ten inch heels; stripper shoes size twelve, from most I saw. I hoped he had rules, like well, I'll give you a good one: No more than two heifers near a single table. I wondered if the floor joists were reinforced.

My wife went up to the bar wanting to store her purse safely away, an old guy hitting her up for a cocktail right off the bat. I could swear Jerry Garcia was dead but here he was this old guy was his twin. My wife went for the cocktail almost gagging as she took a big gulp.

She avoided me, telling me she didn't want to seem to be attached to me, she could get tips she felt. From those guys what fucking tips? "Blue Nose in the fifth race at Aqueduct," that's the only tips she would get in this crowd. I hoped it was because we were a little early.

She finally got to her place in the dance rotations, five simulated homeless guys went to pervert row for the new girl, and she seemed very excited at that. I made a motion for her to hold her nose as she began dancing nearer to them, her smile turning to a cold stare aimed at me.

She fucking flipped me off. I laughed, the four beers now hitting me somewhat hard, I'm not a beer drinker. She looked like a Hollywood starlet out slumming for the night. Looking totally out of place here with the big hair, manicured nails with little designs in them, she looked down right gorgeous.

She had chosen her hottest outfit and one of my fav’s, skin tight gauze in red, the black lights multiplied her tan, her perfect pearly white teeth (she was the only one with them in the whole damn place, not true but I felt good thinking it anyway) gleamed in the glow of the black light.

Her blond hair flowing like an Angel in mid flight as she walked on her seven inch heels, light up acrylic stripper shoes size seven, petite. It happened as I expected, she was on her butt within fifteen seconds of starting the dance set.

She was only familiar with cheap fixed stripper poles. The first one was ok for her, it was like the ones at the swing Clubs, cheap fixed brass over iron pipe. I could tell she was nervous, but now it was really bad.

The pole at the other end of the dance floor was the high class spinning pole. When she grabbed it to spin and it moved on its own she landed on her ass four feet from it with a bounce and a thud.

She was now glad her stripper friends had not seen this, "Part of her show." I made a motion for her to go on, she go up rubbing her butt as she resumed. She avoided that pole for the rest of the dance set.

Three songs later she had fifteen dollar bills tucked in and around her thong. She was excited to get one, most of the “big girls" were lucky to get a couple thrown at them to stay away. They were jealous right from the start.

The DJ was pretty good. His job was to monitor table dances so the club got their cut. The girls charged twenty a song and the house got three bucks per song. The DJ was to keep track of it throughout the night. He was probably on commission, ten percent of the take, maybe.

A good club like Cheetah in Atlanta makes a crap load of money. Those hot young starlets probably fifty of them per shift, three shifts a day.

Dancer drinks for instance would be maybe ten bucks a pop, no or little alcohol, and a little flavor on the top in case the guy smelled the drink. If they sold thirty drinks a night the house would probably pay them a buck a drink. In addition they pay a minimum fee per dance set, like fifteen bucks a set.

You take a hundred girls in a big club like Cheetah you are talking big money. So if each girl danced fifteen set's, sells thirty drinks, gets thirty tables dances at twenty a pop, the house taking five, that's good money.

The house cleans up big time. Most clubs try to average forty percent of the girls take over all. Plus Cheetah has ten dollar cover and parking, bottled beer is ten bucks, probably a Bud. A bad girl at Cheetah can clear five hundred a night, top girls well over a thousand or more.

Not the case here, so they give the girls seventeen bucks from each table dance to keep'em around. And for tip out they probably take five bucks a dance rotation. If the girls get only three dollars a dance set from customers she’s at a loss of two buck per set. Fifteen dance sets per girl and this guy Franke is getting his overhead paid.

The dancers also have to give the DJ, the bartender and the door man ten percent. The girls here are going home with maybe fifty bucks. No wonder the bartender looks like Confucius. She probably waited ten years for the bartender job for that ten percent tip out.

One thing I did find interesting was the "private room" it was beside the DJ booth, a coat closet really. A cheap florescence string type covering from the 60's, an old couch was the only thing inside the room. The DJ collected an extra five bucks from the girls, plus three per song to use this room. Hand job or blow job room I imagined and I would never find out personally.

After my wife's dance set she had the whole bar wanting her attention, I told her to do a pass by every customer for tuck-a-buck. After that she had gotten thirty-eight tucked bills after walking throughout the bar, as well as drink and private dance offers.

All the guys wanting table dances or be first to go ‘private room’ dance. My wife saw private as more money of course, having talked to her stripper friends from the swing club, and she bit on the first guy to offer a private.

He was somewhat young maybe thirty and just off a construction job, dirt covered jeans, plaid work shirt and a long pony tail. She downed the drink he had ordered for her, wincing again from the burn of the cheap booze. I somewhat laughed. She pulled the guy up and led him to the room, paid the entry fee to go thru the curtain into the private room. I shook my head back and forth, she needed some serious training.

I should mention that by this time the place was filling up and my head was buzzing from the cheap beer. I had seen several guys open the front door look around and not come in. Checking things out and running home to cleanup I assumed and hoped...

She was gone for three entire songs at three minutes a song maybe ten minutes. I could only imagine how nasty and sticky the floor and couch in the little closet area was. I hoped she didn't touch anything in the room… including the guy’s dirty little peepee.

She came out of the room and unfortunately she wiped her mouth off like she had just swallowed a load of semen. It was a bad move on her part, or maybe a good one depending on how you looked at it.

Every guy in the bar had been watching for her to reemerge and she is wipe'n come off her chin. The guy gave her some money and she paid the DJ, five for the room and three per song. She looked pissed and was arguing with him, she flipped him a twenty and walked away, pissed off to the max.

Her top was flapping in her hand against her thigh as she took little stripper steps to keep from falling down. Those seven inch heels on the uneven and bouncing floor, going clack, clack, clack as she walked in a huff.

She came over and sat down waving her arms over her body to cool off; her nose was running from the oral sex I assumed, and she blew her nose into my wet drink napkin. I wasn't gonna say a word at this point; at times I do know when to keep my trap shut.

She grabbed my beer which was fresh and full, taking a swig, she rolled the brew around in her mouth, looking around like she was going to spit. She finally swallowed, she already swallowed his semen, what's a beer gonna hurt, I thought. She took two more pulls, gargled and swallowing again.

She offers me the beer back and I told her to "enjoy it." I signaled the waitress for a fresh one, waited for it to come. I got the look from my wife so I decided to head her off.

"So how did you do?" I asked.

"Fine till the fucking DJ took all my money," she said.

"You’ve got to know the house rules," I said "they will get their money, it’s like Vegas, and the house always wins. You've got to work the system so you get the most money. Think it thru,” I told her.

"Ok," she said as she downed the rest of the frosty beer. I was waiting for her to ask if I had any suggestions but the question never came.

Where as I would say "yes let’s get the fuck out of here, are you fucking nuts, this ain't swinging, this is whoring for cash. You went from an escort for a grand last night to a fifty dollar whore tonight."

Did I say any of that… no way? Confrontational coward when it comes to her. She gave me a look like she was reading my mind, a look of full contempt on what was normally a beautiful face.

Looking around she found her next victim and she was off, top still flapping in her hand, shoes going 'clack, clack, and clack.' She was pissed off but determined. She went private again, this time making the guy pay the DJ, she was catching on quickly now.

Was I beaming with pride for her? Hell no…. no god damn way! I spied something very familiar behind the bar, a quart or liter bottle of Evan Williams seven year old black label bourbon whiskey.

It was looking up in here, I ordered a double and it was close to a full shot glass, she took it to the second line, hurray. Where in the fuck was Jake now when I needed him. She handed me a four ounce whisky glass and I frowned, "Seven bucks for a double," she said.

"Pour that into a beer glass and give me two drinks in it. She brought it to me in a big tankard and said "seven bucks" she got a smile and a five dollar tip. I was now her new best friend.

"Does the owner ever come in? I asked.

"You’re kidding right?" she said, "We haven't seen him in here for months."

"How many Clubs’ does the owner still have?" I asked.

She smiled, a wrinkled eyebrow going up realizing I was an informed customer, possibly even one of his friends.

"He has four and the swing club."

“You mean Top Side?"

She nodded and replied, "He sold the two smaller ones, and the swing club Top side, he just took the one big club back, up where all the big auto factories are. Repo'ed it, the guy turned it into a black hip-hop club."

"Wow," I said, "redneck heaven and he thought the cops and the town would go for a hip-hop club, stupid guy," I added.

"How long did he last?" I asked trying to seem conversational and not probing.

"How long did who last?" She asked.

"You know the guy who bought it."

"Six months, but it took three months to get it back from him." I nodded looking around trying not to be obvious that I was pumping her for info.

I took a drink, it was a nice cocktail. I went back to the table as my wife came out again from the private room. She told the guy to pay the DJ this time, boy she was catching on real quick. My plan had been to come here and just observe while letting my wife dance and get it out of her system. I thought she would give up and say the hell with this. I was sure wrong!

She headed for the bathroom. I held up the new beer, I no longer wanted it. As she walked she shifted the thong, she had just had sex damn it, I could tell. She came back to the table plopped down needing a break, maybe her legs were worn out.

"How did it go?"

"Better!"

She counted her money, so far for the night she had cleared one hundred bucks.

"You ready to go" I asked. The flames shot out of her eyes instantly.

"Hell no… I’m not ready to go!" She said. "I'm just getting started. If you want to go home, pick me up at close. If those girls from the club last week can make big bucks doing this then so can I, see ya Jackson."

Her eye's still blazing fire at me, she stormed off. I looked around the waitress giving me a look of understanding. This girl was very pretty, and beaming a big smile at me, another girl with all her teeth intact, which made two including my wife, amazing I thought. Two waitresses one for each side of the bar, time for me to move to the pretty ones side. Wow she was a bright spot for this night of hell.

I gave my best car guy smile telling her to hold my table. See why I'm a confrontational coward. I finished my drink waved at Tess as she was heading back to the "private room," what a joke. I motioned that I needed cigarettes, a lie.

I went across the road maybe half of a block down too a cheap motel. I got a non-smoking room didn't even check it out, at $24.95 a night, yeah right. I didn't care but I wasn't going to drive drunk all the way home from here. And I felt a big bender coming on. Hell we could walk here from the bar if need be, I smiled and went looking for a liquor store.

I found one half block away, got smokes, bag of ice, bottle of booze, two liter's of cola; I was set for the night. I sat in the liquor store lot, thinking, should I just go to the room. "How can I miss you if you don't go away?" I though about the song, hell no if she wants this lets see just how bad we both can be. The beer now mixed with liquor had me emotionally unhinged.

I walked in and paid another cover charge, walked to the bar and asked Baby Doll, my new best friend, to put my ice in the cooler. She smiled and I ordered another large cocktail as she put my bag of ice away, five buck tip again to her. She loved me now. The hot waitress gave me a tight smile followed by a frown and placed a napkin on a table patting it with her hand. I went and sat on the upper level in her section where the napkin now sat.

My wife came out of the room, the guy paid. She had it down now; she spit back into the room, wiped her mouth, kinda hocked up a little, pushed the curtain aside and spit on the floor in the private room again, "Oh Jesus."

She was learning, but oh man, now I felt like a swinger, sex addict, pervert, nudist and now what, a damn pimp. Oh and a drunk, can’t forget that.

The guy she came out with was not the same guy as when I left and I wasn't gone long, she was picking up the pace, I think. She was on a mission now to show these girls just how to make real cash. But at what price….the soul had left the station a long while back now.

She came to my table showed me two hundred dollar bills.

"Wow, you are getting good," I lied.

"He wanted a blow job; I told him fifty if he had a condom, hundred bareback. Once I had him going, I told him, "come in my mouth for an extra hundred, he went for it." I told him two hundred more for me to swallow it. He said spit was fine, so I laughed at him; I spit it out on the floor after I showed it to him.” Lovely I thought.

"I kind of noticed that move." I did not have a smile as I said it.

She was milking the system, literally. She counted her money four hundred dollars plus… it was only 9:45 p.m. If I was a betting man I would bet she had more than all the other dancers combined, was I proud? No fucking way.

"What, lets hear it, I can see you thinking, spit it out," she said.

There are times to keep your mouth shut and my timing sometimes sucks, this would be one of those times. "You seem to have perfected the "Spit it out" move, but can we talk for a minute?"

The sparks and flames from her eyes were melting the ice in my drink, but she gave me a tight smile and nodded. She sat down pulling her chair closer to mine.

"Listen" I said "Since I can't seem to convince you to bug out of here. Did you see that big Allison's plant as we drove in? Most of these guys work for thirty to fifty bucks an hour. See that bank machine over their? I place those kind, they will give five hundred bucks a pop, instead of the usual three. These guys in here have the money, just demand it, if this is how you want to make money," I said.

"Now you fucking tell me!" She snapped at me.

"Well I just figured it out myself, when I got the smokes," I lied holding the pack up.

She smiled kissing me, closed mouth with no tongue. I was certainly grateful for that.

She was working on my soft side now and her determination did impress me. She gave me her money to "hold," she meant it too. "Don't let the other girls see this" she whispered, "They might cut my throat…" I nodded in full agreement with her assertion.

She was probably right these girls and some customers looked like a rough crowd, I tried to get her to sit and go for smarted not harder, but she was too damn determined. She went off again. Break over, talk over. She at least seemed to be going for the younger and better looking guys, like she did at the swing club's. Some I noticed had run home, hit the shower, maybe love was in full bloom.

The little waitress came over plopped down she was hot, fanning her face with money. She had a fist full of money folded around her middle finger, unlike the dancers, she was making good money.

She was strawberry blond with crystalline eyes, blue sometimes and changing to a mint green depending on the light, with a few freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, she looked very sexy for this dive. I decided to mess with her a little; I was bored and a little pissed off at the Misses.

"Why don't you dance?" I asked.

She laughed "I ain't sucking no cock for twenty bucks, the house gets all the money anyway, fifty maybe but not twenty," she smiled and winked at me. And not in this nasty ass place," she added.

Taking that as a hint, I asked "do you get a break?"

"Sure, fifteen minutes."

"Where do you go?" I asked.

"Outside through the back door!" she answered.

"When you go on break, let me know." She smiled mouthing five-O, she held five fingers up and made an O with the other hand. She was laughing as she was saying it.

She got up put her fanny right in my face. "If ya like it, smack it." I gave her a somewhat hard one leaving my hand to rub out the sting.

Wow "nice booty."

She turned "five bucks a smack, pay up silly boy, show you my girls for an extra five." I nodded. Wow what a player and she didn't have to do any of this crap, and was doing ok. I figured she was not going to tell me of her break or meet me out back.

She was running a game on me I was sure of it, all strippers do it. But hell she was not a stripper. I pulled out my wife's money, quite a large wad now, and her eyes sparkled. I tipped my head towards my busy wife.

"Oh, that's pretty good, she make all that here?" I shook my head yes but said "no" with a smile. "Don't flash that here, really!" She said. “And I don't want your money, I'll let you slide this time, she pulled up her top anyway, meet the girls."

She pulled her top down pranced off with her butt wagging back at me all the way down the aisle. Holly Crap Batman, nice Owl's, I had a slight erection beginning.

"I'm gonna go to the liquor store here in a minute," I lied to my wife. The next guy who wanted to take her back she led him to the bank machine first, good girl I thought.

If only I had some gold chains and a walking stick, gator shoes, big rimmed hat in velvet, the night would be complete. I'm a damn Pimp now, wonderful.

CHAPTER 44

My waitress flagged me, pointing at the back of the building, adding a wink and smile, which was a surprise; I went outside, driving to the back delivery door. She jumped into my car telling me how nice it was, as she rubbed her arms briskly warding off the cold, the sexy outfit inappropriate for this winter weather closing in on us rapidly.

'You know the owner?" She asked.

"Not really," I lied. She got right to the point.

"Fifty… right?" She somewhat chuckled which I didn't seem to get.

"Double, if it’s good," I said. Her enthusiasm had me giddy as well.

She worked my belt, slid my pants down past my knees, I was semi-erect in anticipation. But my mind and heart was not into the act with this beautiful woman. Nothing can make a man feel more worthless than to have paid sex. It may feel good at the time, but afterwards, when you hand over the money, it's a real manhood gut check.

She looked around to make sure it was safe, took hold of my penis, stroking it to full hardness.

"Nice," she said as I pushed her head down rather callously not wanting an intimate encounter.

Wow she was good I thought as she enveloped me fully to the root, all of me making me gasp aloud. I don't care what anyone might say, you get caught up in this sex charged environment you are easy prey. Throw in the marriage problem and here I was paying for it.

She was a tall girl maybe five foot ten or better, one hundred thirty pounds with a long waist, a lot of ass and boobs with a very athletic body. While she worked her magic on me I began to smell her musk and scent filling the cars interior, and me with an enhanced sexual rage.

She felt me starting to squirm and quit suddenly asking, "You wan'na fuck? I won’t charge. I don't turn tricks, I just kinda like you. I was kidding about the money earlier," she grinned up at me with a dazzling flash of perfect teeth.

"Not this time,” I said. I couldn't find it in me to trust these girls, let alone stick Fred in one of them. And like Clinton said, ‘I didn't cheat… if was just a blow job for Christ sake.’

"Ok," she said as a frown spread onto her lovely face. I wanted nothing more than to ravish this hot sexy babe, but this was not swinging with another married woman while your wife was on the other bed screaming in mutual orgasm. I was quite conflicted and losing my erection quickly as these thought flooded my mind.

I had lost my concentration briefly but felt her suck me down her throat and I gasped again. She seemed to like that and became even more aggressive wanting to show me just how good she really was, and she was fantastic. All of these sensations causing me to become even more verbal as her other hand worked between her own tight shorts encouraging her own lust and moans. It was like as sexual fire out of control and feeding itself consuming both of us fully.

She felt me tense and clamped on me hard, stopping me again. It was a little late but her grip was strong. She looked up at me. "I know that you and your wife are swingers,” she smiled. “Your wife told me all about you in the dressing room."

I could just picture my wife holding court. "Yeah, my husband is such a perv. He can lick pussy like a kitten on a milk saucer." Great, wonderful, what other secrets have been let out of my closet, I wondered.

My girl kept licking me between words; I was in shock and awe for god sake's. Get me off already. But no, she was really enjoying teasing me, the smell of her scent driving me on wildly. I saw her peel her booty shorts down a few inches, her bush was golden and glistening with wetness, like honey and spice, she was excited.

She put two fingers inside herself moaning softly still mouthing my cock gently. I tried to push her head down; she refused just teasing me more. I watched her fingers come out wet and slickly dripping with her own female passions, she put them up to my nose and mouth.

Her fragrance was strong but pleasant and not musty whatsoever; one word came to my mind “Fresh.” I licked at her fingers ravenously and she put them back inside herself sensing this ploy was weakening my resolve; she began to work me in long deep strokes with her warm wet mouth. This two pronged attack reminded me of my own youthful skills, she was playing me like a cheap fiddle and knew it.

Putting her fingers into my mouth again the scent and taste put me to the edge. I held her head and she knew it was time again, I felt her just suddenly stop… I groaned into her hand begging not to stop, the wet fingers inside my mouth muffling my protest.

She squeezed me off allowing me to calm somewhat and began to ride up and down with my bucking hips not allowing me to finish. I reached over to slide my own fingers into her, she was soaked and gushing wet, I thought I would try a new tack.

I worked her up quickly, her own moans of pending orgasm bringing me almost to the brink again. She let it flow, but pinched off a full ejaculation again, my car began to smell like a whorehouse; I could care less at this point as my little brain was very much in charge of my entire being.

She nursed me gently, until I was raging hard and begging for release. This lovely girl was one hell of a cock tease stretching out the moments like time itself stopped.

She raised herself to my ear whispering, her hot breath enraging my passion further, "You should fuck me; it’s been awhile for me, my boyfriend is a lazy ass, and I won't do him at all."

"I can tell, pretty tight down their."

"Yeah, real tight for that big thing, your wife told me you were good, but man that's big." Now she was working on my ego. Jesus does my wife set everything up for me, and hell that's crap I watch porno's. I'm not that big I just get hard enough to break walnuts.

"Oh trust me,” I lied, “I plan on it. Just not tonight or right now, when's your next break?" I asked trying to put her off.

"In two minutes," she said, laughing, looking at her watch.

"I don't get paid here, it’s all tips, and if I show up I bank, if not I don't."

"Ok then," I said. Sliding the cars shifter into drive, I went across the road to the motel. Fortunately the room was in the back and on the ground floor. Why was I embarrassed, I have no clue; I guess I'm just not a hotel sneak. Or would ‘snake’ be a better choice of word.

We went inside quickly and I found her much more beautiful in the rooms light than the darkness of the club, milky smooth complexion with very long legs and torso. She turned away from me modestly and began undressing. Pulling her top off first and then lowering her shorts, she left on her Reeboks with white socks, trimmed with pink at the top and a white fuzzy ball at the back. "Dirty floors," she said noticing my enchanted stare and looking around the cheap room, smart girl.

I was like a man frozen in time watching and taking in her beauty as she bent over lowering and stepping out of her thong, giving me a full view of her nakedness. Her ass was one of the finest I have seen in any adult magazine or up close and personal observations. This girl was buff and in fantastic shape, a swimmers body, not lien and sinewy as a long distance runner would be. She peeked back at me to make sure I was getting the full show. "Smack it if ya want," so I did.

I let my own clothes fly off of me and land in a heap on the dirty floor. I had only one thing on my mind, coming, but I could tell she had foreplay on her mind, and lots of it. She turned to me, her breast swollen and nipples taut and erect with her own passions seeming to match my own. Reaching out my hands enclosed both pinching the elongated nipples between finger and thumb as she embraced me. "Harder" she whispered, biting my earlobe.

She pushed me back drinking me into her eyes for her own slow lengthy examination; I was semi-erect still, the tip of my penis glistening with my own wetness but far from full erection. She looked at Fred intently finally speaking, her voice romantic and husky.

"Good bet you'll last a while after that workout." She held me back both hands firmly on my shoulders, "don't move" she commanded, "Hands at your side."

She took one step back and turned looking away from me and did a hand stand coming over backwards. Her ankles locked around my neck, with her long legs one onto each side of my head.

I grabbed her calves as they slapped my chest, her pussy only a few inches from my face, wet and leaking with her wanton sexual lust, I took a long moment just to look at her muff. I must admit I missed the female fur and she had plenty to offer, a natural blond with a hint of ginger that alone was a big turn-on for me.

I felt Fred flex his muscle as my tongue slide into her fully, my mouth sucking her clitoris as my teeth grasp it locking it into place. It was my turn to hear her gasp and she did. She raised her head taking Fred back inside her own upside down mouth for a little more payback.

My lust was becoming overwhelming; she was gushing vaginal cream as I lapped at her engorged vulva. She let me fall out of her mouth gasping for air and I began to walk her to the bed falling over into a sixty-nine position.

She rolled me over immediately preferring superior position and control. Rising up and rotating her hips planting her pussy solidly onto my mouth, her juices became a leaking flow as she crushed my head back into the soft mattress with her weight.

"Your wife told me that you were a good pussy sucker and wow was she ever right."

She sat upright and began riding my face with lusty pressure and forcefulness, occasionally stroking my cock to keep me fully erect and at attention.

My hands went to her engorged nipples and I pinched them until she squealed. She could take and liked a hard pressure, the harder I pinched the harder she pressed down and into my mouth, my tongue fully inside her exploring as deeply as I could. I found I couldn’t get enough of her sweet succulent flavor to quench my thirst for her.

My cheeks cratered sucking her pussy hard into my mouth, my tongue sliding in and out across her folds. I felt her stomach began to quiver and convulse, her hands went to my hip bones, her muff now being forced into my face with all her weight and muscle power behind it. She began to orgasm with a muffled closed mouth scream that echoed around the room rather loudly.

I felt her push out and her cream flooded into my mouth, her stomach muscles wrenching in and out. I grabbed her hips sucking her sex out and into my hungry mouth. The liquid poured out of her fertile snatch. She was clinching my tongue between gush's of orgasmic juices, and I felt her began to slow as her orgasm finally ebbed.

I was so ragging hard my erection now hurt and throbbed for release. I flipped both of us over her legs splayed open to me. I sucked at her gash until she began to push my face away somewhat sated and sensitive to even the touch of my tongue. I slid up going into her but I felt resistance inside her vagina, she was somewhat shallow and very tight.

Her yelp let me know I would have to go slow. She looked in my eyes, "No fuck me hard, damn it, pound me," She grabbed my butt cheeks and her heel dug into my anus encouraging me to probe deeper.

Pulled out to the tip and slamming into her fully, my hand covered her mouth to smother the scream escaping her lips as I bottomed out stretching her open with what seemed the largest hard-on I could ever remember having. Her deep groans telling me I more than hit the mark. “Bulls eye,” I heard her grunt as she released and somewhat relaxed.

I felt her vagina gush out as she wrapped her entire body into mine, her vaginal muscles contracting on me in waves with each of her ejaculations. I felt like I was stretching her but she was in the throes of lust and bliss numbed to any pain, biting the skin on my fingers held over her mouth.

I removed my hand as my mouth covered hers. She began to buck into me as her vagina becoming slick but still tight around me, this woman had never had children. And she was correct she had not had intercourse in quite a while. Her heels digging into my anus with each pounding thrust got my gonad's itching for release.

I began to tighten my guts to hold off. She pushed me back both hands on my shoulders. "Don't you dare come yet; it's still my turn, fuck me hard."

I began to pound into her with full strokes in and out hitting her cervix each time brutally.

I could feel it softening and stretching with every hard thrust as she began to moan. I felt like she was trying to push me out but her cervix was beginning to flower open to my hard pounding thrust.

I concentrated on that small circle of flesh, striking it hard as I could, her pushing back hard against me. Her vaginal muscles constantly flexing were almost expelling me. But it slipped back in and plunged into her the tip popping into her inner orifice. The small size and pressure squeezing out the blood of my cock head.

I groaned as I flexed my hips to penetrate her as fully as I could, her grip tightened on my cock head as it began to swell in her inner womb. I felt a scream coming but she pushed me up again with both strong arms.

"No don't come, not yet, fuck me hard, now! I'm close damn it!" She screamed at me.

I began to stroke but my penis was trapped like a dog in a bitch. The motion of me trying to pull out had her in a frenzy, her muscles convulsing, her eyes burned intently into mine.

I felt her guts churn, her anus pushing out onto my slapping testicles, she was groaning like delivering a child. Her face contorted in the beauty of a female deep vaginal orgasm. Her pussy so wet now, it was flowing down my testicles and flooding the comforter.

I got some range of my stroke, her face telling me to go harder and deeper. She pushed and pulled my hip bones as she snapped out of the trance and looked deep in my eyes.

I was in pain now my own orgasm cut off by her tightening cervical muscle, she grinned at me knowing she had full control over me. Her eyes went dark and her lips were swollen in lust. I wasn’t sure if the look of her was angelic or of evil, nor did I care as she had me enraptured at that point.

"Come in me baby, do it now, come with me I’m their, yes! She screamed. That was all it took, I felt her push out releasing the tight hold on my cock head. I exploded, her eyes opening wide.

"Yes I can feel it, shoot it in me, oh yes make me come baby!" She hissed thru clenched teeth.

Her own guts wrenching in and out along with mine, an ejaculation so strong I could not remember an equal. I felt my semen exploding inside her mixing with her own fluid engorged sex.

The bed moving with us the fluid pouring out inside her, she wrapped her leg around me threw me over on my back, this girl was strong.

Keeping me inside her she was on top on me, superior position now. And I was fully inside her and still bone hard; she ground into me savoring the last flames of her own still burning passion.

She looked into my eyes. 'Do what your wife likes," she said. I nodded lost in my own lust for this fantastic creature; she came off me and up onto my face with her gash leaking. As she moved up, my hands on her fine ass, lifting her onto my mouth.

My tongue slid into her fully. I sucked her hard; she held her mouth with both hands while screaming out a new orgasm, pushing out her own new flood into my mouth until her bucking became slowed. She ground into me slowly working her own nipples as I nursed her pussy cleft; my tongue flitting across her trapped clitoris.

I felt her tensing she looked down into my eyes I opened my mouth knowing what was coming, she pushed out hard, groaning, her pussy exploded. A gushing squirting mass of fluid went down my throat, her eyes wide shocked at her ejaculation. She screwed up her face and groaned pushing out a true gusher flooding me to over filling.

I threw her over on her back sucking still. I slid back up my cock now back to raging hardness leaking fluid, I plunged back in her, now swollen, I pressed hard till she flexed open.

She screamed as it passed the opening her legs going back around me, her guts pushing out to allow me back inside. But I was swelling now and trapped she had to make me come again.

She got the burning urge to come again, I could feel her flexing. Tightening and relaxing trying to make me come for her, her actions became wild moving in fast jerking in and out motions.

She ground that heel into my anus again, while holding my cheeks open with both her hands. My face went askew she saw, my sense of release coming. She tightened on my penis now wanting to torture me again. Her own climax was bubbling near the surface but not quite there yet.

She smiled, almost an evil grin she knew I was moving toward pain from lack of release. "Fuck me hard if you want it, fuck me hard now!" I went back up my arms fully extended, my cock so hard it hurt.

Her anus flexed out again, her insides loosening for me to move more fully. She looked into my eyes, "Yes baby now, come with me, shoot it all the way up my womb, and put a baby in me!"

Oh hell, Oh hell, guess what girl no swimmer's here, damn good thing. I felt her flex and it spurred me, she held me tight. I felt the surge go but she clamped it tight building the pressure up.

Now it hurt, I pounded hard trying to push out my own semen, my testicles burned wanting release. She saw my face screwed up in pain and grabbed me tight relaxing, groaning "I'm coming" my eruption sent globs of come up her tubes till it was back flowing into her honey pot.

She felt it and pushed me out of her cervix still making me pound into her to finish my own orgasm. The head of my cock brutally pounding her numbed cervix she pulled me hard grinding onto me. Wow this girl is strong, I felt like I was wrestling a Python.

I could feel more leaking out of my penis head, her milking me dry with her own contractions. Her feet went up on my shoulders pushing me down, her fingers entangled in my hair.

She pulled my face forcefully into her wetness, "suck me again, you owe me." I devoured her swollen sex now filled with the fruits of our love, making me enraged with even more wanton lust for this jewel of a woman. I felt her tightening, she was going to come again, and I felt her flex one more time, pulling me tightly against her vagina.

She pushed out, her pussy now flooding; I knew it was just a prelude, she screamed again and the full gusher came, her sex organ opening unto me, her honey flowing out in gushing spurts into my sucking mouth. Her clitoris now swelled like a miniature cock, a flower in full bloom, many times its previous size.

She grabbed me tight with both arms and legs holding me and not letting me move. Her climax spasms now changed from long deep pulses to slow tiny quakes. The lust in her eyes melting into mine as I looked over her fluffy down covered Mon's still nursing at her. She smiled, her whole face aglow with redness, her thinly freckled face one of the most beautiful I had ever looked upon.

My mind went back for a moment to when I fell in love with my own wife. Our first night, I knew I could never see this girl, ever again. She pulled me up to her face, her mouth on mine with her tongue exploring loving all over my face.

Those long legs wrapped around holding me tightly, I could feel her sex still quaking in mini shutters of excitement. My own erection had not fully waned while it lay pressed against her swollen sex.

We continued kissing for what seemed like many long minutes. Our passions for each other not yet quenched, she held my head with one hand firmly to her mouth. The other hand went between us and she grabbed my penis to guide me back inside her. We just lay their her mouth so sweet on mine, her vagina flexing on me, intertwined as fully as two people can be and not become as one.

This was not fucking, this was closeness. So close it scared me, but I could not move it was like we belonged that way. She broke our kiss her warm breath and gasping flow of hot passionate air coming up at me, my perspiration falling at her face in sustained droplets like rain.

She whispered into my ear softly, "Thank you for my first real orgasm. I told your wife I had always been a faker, now I know what a real female orgasm is and I don't even know you name."

"Same here, we’re even." Those words so echoed back to me and my wife. Why wasn't it her here instead of with whatever the hell you would call the guys she was with, Tricks.

Was she paying me back for all the times I went for new girls. Was it her time to see how much "fresh" she could get, was that what this was about? I had no idea but the longer I was inside this woman the more the feelings inside me surged, till I was stroking into her again.

I knew their was no way I could get off again, four times already but the feel of her slickness, her excrement and scent was an excitement unto itself. Unquenchable and insatiable she felt it too and began to flex again, her tightness working my loins to a renewed fever.

The burn in my guts began again she sensed my penis flexing, growing, her cervix swollen and fully tight now; she lowered the angle of her hips, my penis now stretching her vagina.

Little gasps escaped her with each full thrust into her, her mouth back on mine her hands went down onto my testicles, one long arm around to my anus. I felt her fingers in the wetness from both of us and two long slender fingers sliding up into me.

She looked into my eyes as the fingers went into my anus, she smiled. "You like that too don't you?" Looking into my eyes her fingers digging deeper she watched my reaction, she went for three and I gasped.

She held me tightly to her, working her hands till I was groaning again. This pushed my excitement higher as she felt me tensing and plunging deeper into her with her own orgasm exploding.

Her smile lit up, her mouth drawn back in wonder watching me. I came again with her heels digging into my legs, holding me in place as I pumped the last of any fluids left in my body and soul into her.

Her tender lips came to mine. "God I love you and that cock," she said. Please come back, please, I won’t interfere with you and your wife, I promise."

I knew she wouldn't, I could never return to see this girl for she was way too addictive for me.

"I promise I won't fuck anyone else, if you will come see me, with her or without," she smiled, kissing me again.

Was this another woman who can read my feeble mind like my wife? Similar to how Vickey could from so long ago. I looked into her blue eyes you could see all the way to the depths of her soul.

"Teach your boyfriend to do that, show him what you like," I said.

She laughed her sex tightening on me as she did. "He comes once and he is snoring and his cock is small, and he won't lick me for more than a minute. It’s all about him."

I looked at her; this was not what I wanted to hear.

"It was ok in high school", she said, "But now I'm a big girl and his cock is still in high school along with his skills. I haven't screwed him since I got back from deployment."

"Lots of big guys out there, skilled too," I said. "And unmarried ones at that," I added.

"I'm not a player and I haven't been with many guys. I was in the military twenty-four months, had the minorities and officers on me daily, and I never had sex one time while I was in. I just got out awhile back and haven't had sex with my old boyfriend one time. That's it for the last three years for me."

"Wow!" I said. "Who are you saving it for?"

"Well from the way we just made love I have been saving it for an orgasm like that. Maybe with you," she kissed me again.

This was not what I wanted to hear. I wanted her to go turn tricks or something; find a porno cock; then fall in love with a twenty-five year old stud. I felt no guilt, not with how my wife was acting, but I wasn't looking for this.

My wife could play these guys, take plenty of money and not fuck these guys. She liked to fuck and liked to try out different guys.

That was the whole point of the swing club for her. She was always looking for a new and if possible bigger cock.

"Look Bambi," I had no idea where that came from but she didn't say a word, she just looked into my eyes. My erection still semi-hard inside her, She was cageling on my penis and her anus moving in and out against my testicles.

She kissed me again with her fingers going back up my anus, it hurt somewhat I was swollen. She bit my earlobe, taking my mind quickly off my sore anus.

"How did you learn so much?" I whisper into her ear.

"I don't know anything, it's just what feels right to do, sometimes when I masturbate," She giggled, "I work my sphincter muscle to make me come but not like what we did tonight. Your wife told me she has gushing orgasms and you taught her."

"Did she now?" I said. "She doesn't seem to hold a lot back," I said.

"Well no she doesn't, she pretty much told all the girls you were open game, so to speak."

"So the stuff at the table what was that?" I asked.

"Foreplay," she cooed. I felt her fingers go deep, her hips bucking up into me. "Come together with me again," she whispered in my ear. And I did. I felt myself coming and I was now on my back I must have fallen asleep she was performing oral sex on me again.

"Damn man what a load," she belched, "Sorry" she said laughing.

"It’s ok," I nodded.

"How did I do?" she asked.

I gave her a nod it was all I could muster. What time? I asked. '

"It’s early maybe, midnight."

"How long was I asleep?

"Five minutes, if that. I thought maybe this might wake you up."

God, I broke the golden rule never go to sleep with a strange woman with a pocket full of cash, it will evaporate and she will say, money, what money. But I looked into her eyes, her mouth still on my member softly licking it inside her mouth, her tongue rolling around it.

She clenched the bottom tight sucking the tip drawing fresh blood into it, recharging it and I'll be damned, it responded and was bone hard. She got on top and began to rock back and forth slowly, her cervix brushing across the tip with each hip rotation.

"You are spoiling me," she pulled up on her Mon's letting her swollen clitoris ride my hairless pubic bone. Her tightness fully swollen around me now, she looked in my eyes. "Can I get one more?" She grinned while she caressed my testicles.

"Get it while you can." I felt her other hand go around her finger wetting in her juices again, she just played at my anus, not penetrating just rubbing making me push out wanting the intensity of it, the tease.

I felt her begin to buck in earnest her pubis slamming at my pubic bone as I realized she was on the verge, I could feel it again rising within her. I moved my hips off the bed penetrating her fully, she gasped as her finger slide into me as she gushed, just as I did. My testes now swollen and hurting to function again but they just kept on spurting.

She looked in my eyes "I felt that," she smiled. “A little dry to me, I said.”You want wet big boy?" she said. Why do I open my big mouth, but I did for her again.

She jumped up, her swollen sex covering my mouth again as she was still gushing out her own orgasm.

We rinsed, a quick shower, and were across the street in no time.

"I'll wait a while out here,"

"Why?" she asked.

"Well I don't want any heat on you," I said.

"Heat on me, for what, no one's gonna say crap to me, hey your wife gave me the green light so it's fine. She is the one who told me to go for it."

I grabbed her kissing deeply, put a hundred dollar bill in her hand. She looked at it as if insulted, and I felt like crap doing it. I really liked this woman, which was now my problem. Quite possibly stronger feelings than just like.

"Look, I just feel like I should make up for what you’ve lost, being out here with me and all. Hell, when you serve me my drinks let’s just figure it as your tip."

I still knew I had in a way hurt her, the tight smile a dead give away. But I did not want this girl to think this was going further, it wasn't. If I had to piss her off so be it, but I couldn't do it, not looking into her sad eyes.

"Look Bambi, I know what you told me was true and trust me you are the most special girl I've met in a long time, you did all that with me and ask for nothing."

"I got what I wanted." She smiled a devilish grin, "That orgasm's been building and waiting since I lost my Cherry, but I still got the box it came in and now it’s happy," she smiled.

Her lips near mine "and a very fine box it is," I said. "Like a box of chocolates just full of juicy surprises." She took the hundred.

"Well I hope you guys make it back, most don't. One trip to this shit hole and we don't see many be backs."

"I can't promise anything, it’s up to my wife, ok?"

She kissed me, her hand on my chest clutching at me. She quickly left the car; I was feeling like crap as I knew I would. Confrontational coward when it comes to women, that's me.

CHAPTER 45

I went back in the bar. I had already done the liquor store so, I was covered.

My wife was at our table and stuffed my hand with cash. Nine hundred in twenty's, she had gotten it all from the guy's with plastic, mostly new twenty's from the bank machine.

She had gone private three more times and her crotch was soaking wet now. I didn't have to ask what she had done. I told her it was time for new panties, "can't," she said. "I was just going to try out and didn't expect this."

"How long we staying?" I asked.

"Till close" she replied, I groaned.

I ordered a large drink, two bottled waters, guess we were walking across the street. My wife got drunk on cheep booze and I finally got her to switch to Evan but the mix of beer and liquor had fucked her up. She had fourteen hundred dollars by 3:00 a.m. plus the money she had given me to "hold."

“I’m sore all over,” she said.

Humph, I didn’t inquire as to why, but did say proudly, "You will be happy to know I got us a room…" She smiled.

We drove across the street after she gave the bartender, DJ, and the bouncer twenty bucks each. It was double what any of the other girls had tipped out, if anything.

The regular girls were bitching, taking home fifty to a hundred dollars. More were at fifty I assumed from what I observed.

I went into the motel told the guy the room reeked of smoke. He gave me a new room key card right next to the one I had used. It actually reeked of Bambi and me.

"I got the room when I left for the liquor store!" I lied, "Just needed to pick up the key."

She smiled and said, "You are a planner Jackson". I nodded thinking, if she only knew my new plan for our life.

She wanted more sex right away, "Shower" I said. "Twice and brush twice also."

We had sex so I licked her a little timidly and when I had finished she lay back so we could enjoy our large cocktails. I was worn out, but like at the swing club I was still raging sexually and unable to turn it off.

"Do your thing?" she asked me.

"It's your thing honey," I corrected her, mumbling into her wetness. While I performed this deed all I could think about was the waitress. I had let myself fall for something that was never meant to be, not in this lifetime anyway.

It was time for me to regain control, "let’s talk," I said, after she was somewhat sated. I got my pants pockets unloaded and she had cleared a little over twenty-eight hundred dollars including the hotel guy's money from the night before, she was pleased.

I didn't tell her I blew a hundred on Bambi or whatever her real name was.

"Let me ask, I said "Would you like to do this every night?"

"Fuck no!" She yelled, "I'm worn out."

"Good," I said "how do you like dancing?"

"That part I love Jackson."

"Would you rather be a stripper or own the strip club?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up, "both" she said.

"Ok let’s come back tomorrow, but I need some sleep."

I called the after hours line at the car lot and left a message for Karla to postpone the meeting. I would advise for rescheduling. I knew Todd wasn't coming anyway and as far as I was concerned the car biz was over for me.

We had sex again, she was as swollen as Bambi, I did the thing for her and she seemed pleased. All I could think of again was the waitress, Bambi; she had infected my very soul.

I slept until checkout time at 11:00 a.m. To my surprise when I took the extra pack of smokes out of my shirt pocket, I found the folded hundred dollar bill. Bambi had put it back in my shirt pocket, as she kissed me. I had no idea what to think of her doing this, was it for me or for her. Oh man I'm in too damn deep.

Did she have too much pride to screw for money or did she feel bad taking mine. I was too tired to think about it but she did share my dreams, a good one for a change.

The next day we took it easy. I did go to the office for a few details; I had the business set up to run on its own now.

Cal had sales covered; Karla had contracts and closing down to an art form. They should have from watching me so many times over the years. Todd never showed as I expected.

I made the call from work; I knew it was his cell phone from what my wife had told me. He answered in a few rings with a rough gravelly voice.

"Yeah" He barked out.

"Hi there, is this the VIP?" I asked.

"Sure is" he answered, "don't get many calls from guys on this number. What can I do for you?" he snapped.

"Not sure if you remember me but I've sold you cars before, the Pink Cadillac’s and we just chatted a few months ago at Islamorada," I said.

"Jackson!" He shouted into the phone.

"Where the hell have you have been hiding my boy? I thought you were going to call me when you got back from Florida. I really liked those cars, got anymore?" he asked.

"No, I'm out of that business, I told ya that Franke. I have been for awhile now. We lost our lease remember." I must have caught him in a tired moment.

"I heard," he said "bad luck huh?" he asked.

"Say can I ask something Franke?"

"Sure," he said.

"How is your club business going?"

I had him disarmed as I wanted him, he was thinking cars and I wanted honest answers. I knew him to be a good guy and honest.

He mostly did real estate ventures from what little I did know about him. And he had always bought his cars for cash, beating the hell out of me in the process.

He negotiated like a mafia Don. Buying properties and businesses and flipping them for the payment stream. Somewhat in a way like I did with the car business.

"Business sucks," he said.

"Is that a technical or descriptive term?" I asked. Laughing, getting him to laugh with me and open up to me.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson. No it means business is bad, it’s bad all over. Most of my club's are sold and the payments are spotty at best. Just re'poed one and my club here in Indy barely breaks even.

As I said, "it sucks" we had an unusually good night last night, but that happens once in a while.

I smiled; thank my wife for that I thought.
He said "But I always got irons in the fire. How about you?" he asked.

"Buy here, pay here," I told him. "It’s going ok but I'm bored with it," I lied.

"Well do something you like Jackson, you know that, life's too damn short to do a shitty job you don't like."

"Listen Franke, speaking of Indy you ever go their?"

"Oh yeah sometimes," he lied.

"Well, meet me there tonight. I asked.

"How come" he asked?

"Well my wife tried out last night for fun. She loved it, her first time, but she did well and liked it."

"Hey Jackson are you telling me that was your wife that came in last night?"

"Sure it was I had her call you yesterday in fact."

"I been hearing about it all damn day," he said.

"The other girls were pissed off, but the staff and customers loved her from what I've heard today. You guys didn't leave a number when you left. I have been trying to call her all day but that number won’t allow redial that she called me from. That's your wife huh, I've met her a few times as I remember,” he said. "Yeah I'll meet you what time?"

"Let's say 9:00 p.m. Franke."

"Yeah good, that’s good Jackson." I wanted off the phone the meeting was set, but he kept talking.

"She gonna work again?" He asked.

"She might if you use your charm Franke," I teased him.

Franke is a big guy, got some health problems, I knew. He had these Clubs strictly for the business investment and didn't like the daily operational aspects of it. Kinda like roulette, put down your bet let the wheel spin see where the ball lands. I thanked him, we had a firm date.

I kept my wife in the dark asking only if she wanted to go back, she jumped at the prospect. Now having rested for most of the day and a lot of hot tub we were on the road at 8:00 p.m.

I bought a bottle of Crown Royal for Franke. With his health problem and from the bar in Florida, I knew he didn't drink and it would wind up for my wife anyway.

We got their pretty quick the weather was ok. Somewhat misty with clouds rolling in from the northwest. It looked like a snow sky, just not cold quite enough yet. I knew the cold wind coming down off Lake Michigan thru Chicago would be bringing some real crap our way soon.

Maybe we would have to stay down here again, that though made me think of the waitress. I guess I might just have to learn her name. But I still liked the name Bambi for her.

On this trip my wife brought her big club bag filled with high priced outfits and several pairs of hot stripper heels. I sat down at the bar and Baby Doll sat a drink in front of me with a big smile as soon as I sat down.

"No charge," she said.

I flipped her five anyway. She knew how her bread was buttered. I handed the Crown Royal bag to her.

"For me," she said.

"No, for the owner," I said "he's meeting me here."

"Good luck on that one," she chuckled and added, "He’s not too reliable."

"Hold it for me then," I asked. She nodded. "The bag is for my wife."

"Sure thing, Jackson..." Damn no more secrets here.

I moved to a table I didn't want to give anything up in conversation with her. My cute little waitress saw me gave me a hug and kissed me, this time I accepted with an open mouth as she patted my crotch.

"Hmmm" she said, starting to skip off seeing my full cocktail. I grabbed her arm pulling her back. She turned around with a big happy smile blooming on her face now.

My wife had gone straight to the locker area with her clothes bag. Two or three girls followed her. I hoped they checked these girls for weapons, knives came to my mind.

I pulled my waitress onto my lap. "Hi" she said "miss me did ya?" "As a matter of fact I dreamed about you last night and that's a first for me, we kissed again.

"Look I don't want to cause crap for you and your wife, so we can be friends, ok." She said it smiling. But I wasn't...

"What the hell?" I asked.

"Well, just giving you an easy out, if ya want it."

"Yeah, I found your ‘out’ in my shirt pocket; A hundred of them," I told her.

She smiled a big happy full grin. "I told you I was kidding about the money, I've never left here with a guy before," she smiled again.

"But hey, look at that cutie over their, and he's young who knows how long he could go. Maybe all night long," she pinched my penis head her eyes drilling into mine but her smile was captivating.

I knew how beautiful she was out of this dark bar light and here she was trying to make me jealous. She was in fact doing a good job of it.

"Look the money thing it was my gift..." She lifted two fingers over my mouth to shush me.

"You want to buy me something, do that, but don't give me money, not after we have sex, don't ever do it, please."

"Look ..." I mumbled thru her hand that had now covered my mouth to stop my words. She just smiled at me and I thought, throw the damn shovel away Jackson, quit digging.

"Deal, but here, I want good service tonight I have a guest coming so here's your tip in advance." I gave her back the hundred.

"If that make you feel better that's a deal." She gave me a deep real kiss, a kiss of long term lovers.

But she was smart enough to leave before my wife came out. Or was she, from what she had said it might well have been my wife who put her up to this in the first place. Keep me here at the bar, who the hell can figure women out and a women having a mid life crisis, hell I can't figure it out.

"Is this ah, our little secret, kind of thing?" she asked.

"If my wife asks me, I won’t lie," I said. "We are I guess a pretty open marriage now."

"Good," she said, "but the secret make's me feel kinda special, see ya big fellah."

I knew she was now going to flirt with every guy around me. To let me know what she could offer to any of these young guys, Studs.

I was by far the oldest guy in this room, my wife the oldest woman, the bartender looked older but wasn't in fact. My wife could still pass for thirty in here easily.

She came out after about twenty minutes her court of followers in tow. She was the new Queen of the club. She avoided my table to let the guys think she was available and the truth was, she was available, but unlike my little gal she wasn't free.

I approved of her and the gals avoiding me. I feared too much weight in one area again. So I was happy her and the court kept a good distance from my table. I could picture my table and five "big girls" landing in the basement in a cloud of dust and rubble.

CHAPTER 46

"Franke” was late 9:40 he strolled in the door, having to stop at ever table holding court for a moment or two. I could tell he hadn't been here for a while and I smiled. The club was very dark so he couldn't see me yet, you could see about five feet except for the area around the dance floor. This area was well lit when a dancer was up on stage.

He finally made it to the bar; the club is so dark you have to give your eyes time to adjust. He couldn't see me up in the corner. I saw Babydoll point to my table, he gave me a nod.

He chatted up Babydoll pumping her for info I assumed, she had none to give except the Crown bottle, which she held up for him. He smiled back at me. I think he knew it was going to my wife and smiled.

Franke came over to the table waving to the DJ to turn the music down a little, I was grateful. The DJ for some reason was on a hip-hop kick. It made my ears hurt.

He had two drinks in hand a bottled water generic Sam’s club maybe and a Crown and Coke.

"Oh you got one" he saw my drink, "I'll give it to that pretty little wife," he said.

"I don't drink Crown, I informed him" he smiled.

He was a smart guy after all; I needed to treat him with respect and honesty. We shook hands his big chubby paws, short sausage fingers had a soft grip, Diabetes, I assumed.

"Where is she?" He asked.

"Private room," I nodded toward the curtains.

Heifers came up and he abruptly sent them off, they got the message to stay the hell away. I wondered if he also feared the weight factor as well.

"I’ve been meaning to up-grade that private room," he lied.

He whispered "Did you partake yet?"

I shook my head, "No way."

"Hum, I heard diff..." He stopped abruptly.
"Pretty nasty," he admitted.

We chatted, just small talk really. I let him unfold his tales of woe's and successes. He was doing ok in spite of late payments by most of his club buyers. I offered nothing, not wanting to tip my hand too early, or to alert him to my pending car business disaster and collapse.

My wife came by slipping some money into my pocket while kissing me, her mouth tasting clammy; I blanched at her use of the probing tongue.

She had no idea who I was with. She looked at the open drink on the table, Franke handing it to her. Tasted it and smiled. "Crown?" she asked smacking her lips.

Franke nodded "just for you," he lied. I smiled he was her new best friend. She was hot from the dance probably dripping wet as well from the private room visit.

She took the drink, strolled off toward the bathroom looking around for new prospects. Her top flapping in her hand, it seemed to be her trademark now. Clack, clack, and clack.

"How did she do?" Franke asked.

I told my first little lie.

"She prefers to count it at the end of the night, for the surprise factor," I said.

He nodded smiling.

"Speaking of repos," I said, "how does it work for you? I know cars, but not whole businesses." I shut up and played dumb.

"Well take Kokomo," he said. "The guy I sold it too fucked it up royally with a damn black hip hop club in redneck heaven for god’s sake."

"I agree," I said.

"In this business you can't just send a tow truck and snatch the car in the middle of the night. It takes legal action."

I saw the light and the bulb go off in his head. It brought a smile to my face, I had to look away.

"Hey you and your wife should look at that place, a couple like you, swingers and all. You could clean up!" He threw out the bait catching right where I wanted it to land.

I didn't bite however and I waved off the bait but he persisted.

"You still up in the boonies' Jackson?" he asked. He had picked up one of his Caddy's at my home. I nodded.

"That's a long drive down here." You still got that big lake?" he asked.

I nodded again.

"You owe a lot on it?" he asked. There it was he was probing me, trying to put me on the hook asking me qualifying questions.

I threw my own bait back at him to get his saliva flowing.

"No second mortgages" I replied, while nudging his elbow with a big car guy smile. His eyes lit up, he knew that meant I had maybe twenty percent equity at least.

"What was your last appraisal?" he asked, he had gulped down the bait whole. Never felt it go down.

His hand now seemed to tremble, his face glowing with perspiration. I could tell his hand was sweating on the cool bottle of water, his hands leaking sweat now.

"About two-fifty now," I said.

He quickly calculated twenty percent, about fifty grand. He was flopping on the tight line and I was the one reeling in now.

I wanted to make sure he didn't spit it back in my face. I moved to set the hook deeper.

"I'm leaving the car business again, probably this week or next."

The light bulb went off in his eyes. I pulled back hard locking the bait and hook deep, he wasn't getting away now.

I just need to not break the line. I knew how to ease a big fish in, I reeled slowly him feeling like he was just swimming along. No tension on the line at all.

He asked me to, "go up north, I'll make the call in advance."

I shook my head. "Don't do that Franke," I said.

"We aren't at that level yet, don't know how my wife will take to it."

He looked around for her; she was in another private her third in forty-five minutes.

"She looks like a duck to water." he chuckled.
I nodded not being able to hold back a slight smile.

"How about tomorrow," he asked "just go by check it out you guys would rock there." He was overly excited now.

The waitress walked by, I got her attention "Bambi bring me two more of these, Pease." I tapped my glass, "Franke?" I asked, his water still full he had sipped it once, too excited to stop talking.

It’s in those moments of silence that a real salesman knows is the pressure time. Ask a closing question and sit back, letting the silence come up like thunder; Franke was good but not that good. I had bypassed his question and he gave me a look of, you going up or what?

"No Franke, give us a couple weeks" I lied.
He nodded.

"This is only her second night she will be wiped out for a week," I lied.

"Well let me know, keep the Crown for her," he winked.

"Hey Jackson, don't call her Bambi he whispered. If you piss her off she will beat your ass. She took a guy out in here, had to be sent to the hospital. The second night she was here."

"The damn guy was bigger than you, she whacked his throat, put him on his knees. Had to do a damn tracheotomy on him to let him get air, and she did that too. The guy grabbed her pussy, bet he won't do it again."

I was no longer listening to him I was looking over at a girl I called Bambi. "Army kid, Special Forces went in under the Op's program, he had said. Don't call her that, her name is." he was saying.

Hey Bambi, thanks" I said. She smiled held my face from the side gave me a smooch on the cheek. Franke winced waiting for my head to be taken off.

"My treat," she said winking at me. She was not going to take my hundred bucks, no damn way. She poked her tongue out at me behind Franke's back. Swished away from me with her butt now in over drive and my lust for her was growing by the second.

I had promised myself as soon as I had this deal confirmed and offered by Franke. Tess and I would bolt, never seeing this place or Bambi again. I wasn't sure I could live up to that as I watched her move about the bar.

Here I was lusting and wanting for her again, with an erection. I caught a whiff of where she had held my face as she smooched my cheek, it smelled like sex; her sex, damn it. This girl was playing me like a fiddle, no wonder I was hard.

You little shit; I smiled over at her, she was flirting with a four top of young guys, but looking over at me. Franke knew he had lost me and was looking at his watch he wanted out of this place too; it gave him the creeps as well.

I could tell the place gave him the willies as he shifted about constantly. Feigned a morning meeting, he just walked out. Whispering to be careful of Bambi, I really needed to hear this girl's tale, while I enjoyed her tail. Damn it, I was hooked!

The bartender tried to pump me, so did the hot little Bambi. She did pump but got no info, I wasn't talking. I asked if she could get another long break and if I could buy her a drink. She smiled nodding, "both" she said.

"Give me twenty minutes to clear out my tabs I had three walk out's last night while we were gone, screwed up my bank," she said.

Damn and she still didn't want money from me. I went over told my wife I was going, go get the room back from the previous night. She thought it was a great idea, that settled I went back to my table, Bambi sitting there, "Drink that, please." Bambi tossed back the huge cocktail, this girl could drink.

I met Bambi out back; she leaned over making me kiss her before we drove away. We drove over and got the same rooms as last night.

Non-smoking I could smell the odor from my smoking in the room, still an odor of our love making. She smelled it too, grinning at me. The maid had left an ash tray this time; I guess it was no longer a non-smoking anymore. I knew I wasn't the first to break that rule.

My little girl was excited jumping on the bed her jeans came off first, her top flying soon after. She had a hot body, taut and no fat, not a speck.

I now looked at her in a whole new way, military, Special Forces of some kind, I think I heard Franke say and a problem. Was she a killer, combat veteran?

She watched me looking at her bounce on the bed, she did a sit and flip like she was a gymnast. That reddish blond furry bush seemed to call me, she was not a swinger or a stripper or hooker, was that the appeal?

In the past the only woman other than my wife that had this effect on me was Vickey Mitchell. This excitement and desire felt was pulling me away from my wife mentally. My excitement was instant and overwhelming.

She undid my pants and they fell to my ankles. I was standing at the foot of the bed, she was sitting. "Shaved looks funny," she said. She took me into her mouth all the way in. She knew I loved that and said.

"Like that don't ya?" She was not expecting a response.
I couldn't speak anyway but gasped, I just nodded.

"I could tell from last night," she said around each deep thrust of her head.

I could see her sex gleaming in anticipation and I was more than ready.

"You fixed?" She asked, "Not on the pill," she said.

"I got that impression last night when you asked me to impregnate you." She peeked out of her right eye trying to smile, biting me as she said it.

"You heard that huh? I was just trying to freak you out; you were having a hard time getting off and the truth beyond that. You just blew my mind with that intense orgasm, I felt like a three dollar whore on shore leave in the P. I."

"P. I.?" I asked. "Philippine Islands" she said.

"Oh" I nodded.

"Good I love bare back," she said.

That said I pushed her back on the bed went down to my knees.

Her hands came down she opened her gash, she had nice fleshy lips, like sliced roast beef, but her vaginal opening was small and tight still puffy and swollen from before. She slid a finger inside bringing it to her nose "not bad" she said.

She put the finger in my mouth "suck it." I could not remember if I had heard her name. I still thought Bambi was a good one, I decided to just keep calling her that till she stopped me.

Her sex was beginning to drip in anticipation as I exhaled hot breath on it. I had her legs up spread wide she was still holding her sex open to me. Small droplets of moisture were spreading down to her anus clear not white and not thick.

Pleasant I thought she smelled so sensual, her hormones were in overdrive. I looked up and saw her eyes boring into mine. "Find that fascinating do ya?"

"Its dripping," I chuckled.

She smiled, "it has been since you got me last night, I'm still on fire, fuck me, now!" I felt like the drill sergeant had showed up.

My penis now dripping, my hand went to her nipples her tits were of a good size but very firm and taut her right nipple longer than the left, a drive-in girl I thought.

When making out girls who tease a lot seem to have longer right nipple. Just something I've observed through much experience. The guy, if in the driver’s seat can only get to the right nipple. So I know she liked to be brought up slowly lots of foreplay. So tonight it would be my turn to tease her, and I had all night in fact.

I gave her a light lick, broad tongue starting from her anus up to her clit. I didn't suck it in but wiggled my tongue on it she flinched, almost shivering, liking it, I thought.

I hardened my tongue making it hard and pointy putting it on her anus and looking into her eyes; I saw a devious smile spread across her face as a giggle escaped her pouty perfect lips.

"Oh god that's new, and incredible," she groaned. Pushing out at me her hands opening her sex wider my nose filled with her female musk. I let her get good and wet, sopping in fact. She was getting antsy for penetration and I had her going, wanting to burst in orgasm.

I decided to give it to her and I slid my tongue in deep sucking out getting her swollen lips and clit. Wagging my tongue inside her deeply, sucking out hard pulling her sex outward toward me. She groaned her lust beginning to peak quickly; I knew the flood was coming soon.

I worked her clit intently with my teeth; she liked it a little hard I knew. I got her there put a hand on her taut stomach and began to push with her spasms as she got the groove, it built fast.

I felt it coming as she grabbed my hair hard, pulling me deep into her flooding sex. I let my two fingers, slide thru her gooey wetness finding her G-spot.

She raised her hips to orgasm as I slid my fingers down they went up her anus, she bellowed a scream, "Oh god!" The first big push had her gushing into my mouth...clutching the sheets with her clenched fists she exclaimed, "Oh, you bastard!"

"Oh, my god" she huffed, crying out as if in pain. I slid my finger in deep as they would go. She raised her face looking into my eyes grunting a low guttural moan from the back of her throat and heaved again, blasting into my sucking mouth.

I nursed her till she was too sensitive for my tongue to touch her clit. She pushed me back with her foot. I raised her legs now trapped in my hands spreading her wide and slid into her in one motion.

She groaned "Oh my Jackson, fuck me darling, my baby, fuck me hard again I missed you so much."

I hit bottom as she pushed back at me grabbing for my ass. I lasted maybe thirty seconds, long driving strokes making her tight ass slap back at me. I went in her fully she held me tight into her, moving her hips up and down to work my exploding cock.

She felt my burst and screamed "Yeah baby, fuck it, come for me."

I emptied into her, my orgasm lasting longer than I had fucked her. She was grasping at my cock with her vaginal muscles. Gushing her own wet squirting orgasm out at my buried cock, our juices flooding down her ass, my testicles.

I might need a new bed cover, I thought.

I rolled off, her clinging to me; she stayed on top of me. She wanted my cock to stay right where it was as she lay on me for a few moments contracting on my penis and rising, began to push back on it.

I was more than ready "fresh pussy" better than Viagra I thought. She rode me hard our combined juices flooding out we got another good orgasm. I could feel she with tight and swollen as she sat there looking down into my eyes. She grinned and slid up my body planted her wet sex on my open mouth.

She had been talking to my wife I knew or do all girls just love to be licked and sucked after intercourse. I might have to test that theory.

She rode me as she emptied into my sucking mouth. I lost track of how many times she came and I was bone hard the whole time. My sex in overdrive for her again and I just couldn't get enough of her or her dripping sex.

I pushed her back on all fours knowing she was far from done sliding into her to the hilt, she gave a squeal "easy baby, I'm swollen." I rode it out slowly but pressed on holding back until it was too much to hold back. I shot up into her as she pushed out at me in another spasm.

Bambi's moan went from a deep groan to a bellowing scream as I held her hips firm, letting her milk out our combined orgasm. Her hand reached under massaging my testicles as if milking them for all that I had to give her.

I fell onto her, laid there, a sweating heap. We lay there together both still panting and I asked her, "Tell me about you, Bambi?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but let's not do that, ok. I may never see you again, you know that, so lets just keep it like this, great sex no more than that, it might be hard for me if we don't, ok."

We made love again one more time, showered. We had been gone over an hour now. She seemed not to care and I wasn't going to sweat it either.

I laid there thinking I have never made love to anyone but my wife since we met, yes I have fucked, but it was just sex, one nighters and many times just to pay her back for affairs.

Yes, I'm a petty person. A petty son of a bitch and in most cases a hypocritical one as well. Damn, this was not just sex; we had made love and that bothered me; it bothered me a lot.

Bambi was correct I planned to never see her again. Maybe she new it and read my mind, I truly believe women can do that.

My wife on the other hand had affairs and made love, the same man many times. This was the first girl I had been with twice, not counting the swinging of course.

But that's with my wife in the room, so second's don't count there, this was different, and these feelings very unnatural to me.

My wife and I were as open now as open as a marriage can be. So why did this bother me, would it bother her.

Nice and clean now laying on the bed and both naked, I was stroking her pubic hair. It didn't take long for us to be at it, again. We didn't bother to shower again this time. I liked her scent on me anyway, it left me charged and wanting her more.

I took the key to the office and told the guy I needed a new room. Someone had smoked in that one and I was allergic, I lied. He gave me a new non-smoking room (yeah right, I thought).

He said they would re-clean the room before renting it again. That was more bullshit than I had fed them, I laughed, "right," I nodded.

Bambi needed cigs so I hit the liquor store and restocked for the night. I bought her smokes, two packs. When we hit the back door of the club I handed them to her same brand as mine in fact, she kissed me like we were now lovers.

And I just had to open my big mouth. "Did your boyfriend know you had sex when you got home?"

She laughed at me "Of course he did. What do you think? I smelled like raw sex all night long."

"Sitting there today smelling of raw sex too. I couldn't even shower it away damn it, he got shitty… so I kicked his ass out and he is on his way back to South Bend."

"Good fucking riddance, get a job when you get there", I told him. I looked at her questioning as she had this strange look on her face I did not understand.

"Look I've been thru a lot lately my half sister got me this job, it was to be temporary. But after she died recently, I just kinda lost the desire to do any thing else."

"God I'm so sorry to hear that, I said. Was she close to you?"

"Not really close, when I got my discharge it was here or DC and I really can't stand Washington; my mom and dad known as big hot shot's so to speak. That was the last place I wanted to be."

"I have a younger sister, college in Florida. I may move there. My older sis got me in touch with the owner here, and now this seems to be my calling, I can make five times’ here what I would make other wise."

"Listen please take this it's not for sex, ok, you lost money because of me last night and tonight, I don't want that, so take it, please."

"God no" she said "Jesus that's the best sex I have ever had, just leave it at that!"

I shook my head no way. She smiled grabbed the door handle, I reached for her arm. Slid two hundreds in her palm folded, like a tuck. She pushed it back at me but I held firm.

"Our secret, ok" I nodded.

She nodded back, a smile on her face, it was a tight smile.

"That's a tip for all the great drinks you are gonna serve me tonight, in advance. You'll take care of me." I asked.

"Oh god anything babe why are you calling me Bambi though?" she asked.

"Your hair color reminds me of a fawn, young and fresh in the spring time," I smiled as I said it to her. She liked it and her new name would in fact be Bambi. She slid back in left the door open.

She kissed me deeply again like lovers. I had fucked up as the money was to let her know it just business. She let me know she wasn't a whore, but could be romanced; you would have thought the two C-notes was a fucking diamond engagement ring.

"Our own little secret, remember."

She nodded "Yeah, like secret boyfriend, girl friend," she grinned.

Oh Jesus, I'm fucked, but I nodded anyway. Hell I guess I had a new girl friend. I would never see her or this club ever again.

CHAPTER 47

I waited in the car a few minutes had the fan and heater on high the flow was from the vent. I was drying my hair it was wet from the shower and more sex.

I didn't want to go in right as she did so I listened to a long song, nice rock ballad Scorpion. "Rock you like a hurricane." I forget some titles these days. Too much new stuff from my kids, kids blaring three different radios in the house. But listening to the old rock song, she had rocked me two nights in a row and certainly like one hell of a hurricane.

I went in the doorman charged me again of course, I was now a regular sucker, he assumed. My wife was on the dance floor with two other girls up with her. She was practicing pole tricks on the spinning pole and had the upside down flip conquered well mastered.

I applauded as I went by. Bambi had a treat for me, a big cocktail waiting for me, "my treat" she said. I tipped her a five anyway "for the bartender" I said. It went in her other hand not in her wad of cash. "Babydoll might get that fiver," I thought.

My wife came over to the table I was up on a raised area a couple feet up, in the corner.

She asked "what took so long?" She now had a Crown bag attached to her wrist by the gold threaded rope and it looked puffy, with cash I knew.

"Problem at the hotel had to swap rooms" (the truth) "hit the liquor store also" true again. I held up the smokes, got a little liquor for later too" I added.

"Here take my big bills," she said. "These girls break into lockers all the time I was told," she said.

I assumed that to be true, they all carried Crown royal bags. That's the other reason I bought it; a free purse given with every bottle. What a marketing stroke of genius I thought. The Crown Royal guys were not stupid.

I took the big folded wad of twenty's, from the bank machine I assumed. She seemed to be the only girl who knew what it was there for. Franke took a ten dollar fee per hundred from the bank machine. He was now cleaning up from my wife's efforts; I like to pay our own way. I looked at the wad of cash a few hundreds on top.

I was covered for the two bills I gave Bambi. I slid it into my pocket with the other money. I had kept track of how much I blew. I was going to give it back after I confessed my little foray with Bambi. I'm a swinger not a cheater and now it was all about the right time.

Keep the boat un-rocked. She viewed this as her new, exciting career. I viewed it as a step on the ladder upwards. We were going to own a strip club and I was going to do it with Franke’s’ own money.

I would make it so he came out a big winner in a contract sale. I somewhat felt like I had already done it in two nights at this club. These girls didn't catch on real quick I guess, they had never held five grand in there hand before.

In my own personal back slapping I felt if these girls had a little training and encouragement they could bank real cash. I guess I would soon get to prove that if this all worked out for us.

My wife partied hard all night until close. "See you guys tomorrow" I lied, as we left the club at close. Bambi gave me a long kiss while my wife dismissed her court of big girls. Bambi seemed to have no fear of my wife or that relationship.

That now done, they would never see us again. We got to the motel my wife was horny; she wanted love not paid sex. I gave into it easily she didn't even shower but the body spray she used was intoxicating and she smelled of pure raw sex. Bambi had worn me out but her scent still on me was a super charge.

Tess had said to me earlier after she kissed me at the club. "Jackson you smell like pussy!" I gave a shy grin, she looked over at Bambi gave me an approving smile. She sniffed my mustache giving me an approving lick across my lips, her tongue went into my mouth.

She got into her position saying, "Now, do your thing to me." I mumbled back into her crotch, "your thing honey."

"Whatever shut up and eat me." That was pretty much all it took to sex charge me again. I thought of Bambi all night and dreamed of her again and as long as the dream wasn't of Vickey I would be happy.

I was now conditioned and I could lick pussy for hours. I guess that little spot under my tongue was now a callus, ready for instant action. Like the endurance an athlete gets from repetitive sports.

I guess I was a professional pussy eater and even at fifty that skill was now serving me well. I didn't think I would be able to do intercourse but she got me going and it was another all-nighter.

I was now used to my nuts being a little tender, (better check that out I thought, these girls are not like swingers, not a closed group) and even more whatever my wife got, I would also get. It was time for a doctor’s check up for both of us. I wondered if I could trust Bambi and was she truthful.

The thoughts and feeling of questioning her honesty made me ashamed of myself. It was probably a case that she should not trust me. I'm getting too damn cynical, I thought.

Tess slept on the way home the next morning. The last two nights had worn on her. I pushed her to take a couple of days off and she thanked me for it.

I wanted the hook in Franke to stay in deep. I would stay away for a couple of days letting his interest and curiosity build. The romance part I decided; can't skip this phase, especially in a big business venture.

I also wanted him to sell me, I in no way wanted to seem anxious. I wanted him to seem as if I would be doing him a favor. He knew I was bored with the car business and I let him think it was a business that was waning.

I didn't want him to hit me up for big cash up front. My plan if it worked was for him to finance the whole thing with, no new mortgage on our part.

I did my meeting of the board; just four of us. I finally abstained from the vote. I knew I was going to be over ridden. Todd was going to sell his soul to control the payment stream. The inventory was shrinking daily and I was close to being able to bail completely anyway.

I let the guy's put forth their own plan. I was shutting it down as soon as the cars were sold. Furlough the workers on an as needed basis or let them pay rent for their space. Pay the company half of their take to cover overhead and expenses.

I was over ridden Todd saying this bank shut down wouldn't last and promising to factor the paper for cash. I knew it was bull shit he might get twenty-five or maybe thirty percent of face value on the car notes. We had already gotten sixty percent on two-hundred contracts; it came out to a wash.

The money wouldn't be there and we would lose big points on our paper. We would still have the personal guarantee recourse. So I saw no upside for this and I did get that vetoed. So I relented like I was crushed while they assumed I would be strapped and have to fall into line.

I had a different plan and Todd pumped me for info. I seemed tired looking to him he had said, and I was. I told him I had a night DJ job running short of cash. I lied and he smiled as I felt the click of him stepping on the land mine.

I wanted away from this guy he was dangerous. He felt our bad break was thru no fault of his, just the shakeout of banking mergers. I gave him no resistance.

I did however have Cal and a few guys load my stuff for removal, all my garage tools and supply's, my computer network and office furniture.

Basically all that I brought to the table as an asset from my old company was leaving with me. I got storage so my wife wouldn't be pissed at me, we could not use our garage if I stored it there and it was winter.

I told her the business was taking a pause. Banking issues I told the truth. She was happy she wanted me with her anyway. Her new career was cash rich she had made sixty-two hundred in two days plus.

And fifteen-hundred from the one night at the swing club she saw that as our new business. Oh and the thousand she got from the Marriott guy "about seven grand in a week," I corrected her.

We relaxed for a couple of days tried to do turtle time but it was too cold for her. I just threw food, two big cupfuls out and waved goodbye to the fish and turtles. The turtles were in hibernation anyway; already buried in mud for the long winter to come, smart guys I thought, wish I could join them.

Friday we were packed up and told the kids it was a business trip, (true) we would be back Sunday or Monday. My mom was at the house so we were more than covered, the kids happy. They could get away with anything with Granny.

I got reservations at the Marriott. I had spent two days on line doing my due diligence. I read everything on the web relating to strip Clubs. I knew the business very well by Friday afternoon.

Stripper dot com was my best source. I found a link to it from the swingers’ web site Nasco National Association of Swing Club Operators; a list of Swing Clubs world wide. Stripper was similar.

A large list compiled all kinds of great info showing cover charge and drink prices for example, it was like a Dun and Brad street for adult business. It even included customer’s comments. The club we’re going to was rated as a shit hole, a dive, I was elated. No place to go but up. Maybe Franke would pay me to buy the damn place, maybe.

The town was small population wise, but held huge auto factory's and world head quarters for a big auto parts manufacturer affiliated with GM. It had more employees than the town. I ran the numbers how the hell could I lose. Then I thought about the car business, I had said the same thing. Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained.

This small town did however have five, count’em; five strip bars and also five adult businesses’. Selling novelties and stripper clothes and that did not include a Victories Secret's, the town had two malls. I smelled money everywhere.

Two of the strip Clubs were big successful Clubs, one was rated number six in the world. The other not in the top hundred but I could tell from the set-up these two were the ones to shoot for as far as competition. Two other small Clubs were also listed; one guy owned three of the business.

This little town had four stripper clothes stores. I thought wow; there is a huge demand for it. I checked state filing and the store's were long term established businesses. This place was an adult Mecca, Vegas in the Midwest, I thought.

I ran more numbers I envisioned a multi-million dollar business in no time. Twenty-two shots from a bottle of booze, bar brands cost five bucks a bottle. Five bucks a drink, hundred bucks profit on five. How could you lose? Tap beer is cheaper that cola I found.

Seven dollar pitchers made big profits also. From the info at stripper dot com site I found this bar to be priced as the cheapest place in town.

Not good, but good enough for me, no place to go but up. Three bucks to order a mixed drink and two bucks for a beer. I looked forward to changing that price structure real quick.

I had charts, graphs, and spreadsheets; the whole list of adult businesses. By the time Friday came around I had a box of files like I had been in the business for decades.

My wife left me alone. She knew I was on a mission; she assumed it was car business related. I never gave the car biz a second thought. I even ignore the repeated calls to my cell phone which the company was still paying for; decided to make my communications with them thru email, for the record.

Todd began firing shit at me day after day the click from his feet dancing in the open mine field left me dizzy. This guy was the stupid car guy I explained earlier. I offered consulting for three hundred an hour making sure I was under the lawyer and accountant's fee charges, he passed.

Good I smiled, I had a new mission. I could see my wife on the beach in three short years, if I got this right. We left the house at 8:00 p.m. Friday prime time and shift change for the big Clubs.

We small talked on the short drive, half the distance to the other club. She had not worked for two days and that made her happy. I unfortunately had been bad by sneaking down to Indy to see Bambi.

On one night Bart and Mandy came over I wanted no part of it, that gave me a great excuse in my mind to do something I liked and I sure liked doing Bam. I made up a work related lie, I was glad my wife was asleep when I got in, it was daylight both nights.

I had not done this for a very long time but I'm not sure she would have cared at this point anyway. As far as I was concerned this girl was the only bright spot in my dismal life and existence.

How quickly things can change for the worse. If only they could change for the good that quickly.

CHAPTER 48

We got up north, went straight to our soon to be new business. It was a fast drive half the distance to the other club. We both looked at each other as we pulled into the parking lot. It looked closed, not a single car in the parking lot.

The building looked ancient. Wood paneling covered the outside in battle ship gray. Rope lights went around the building, half burnt out in spots here and there.

The sign out front was pretty much just a vinyl cover sewn on the old sign. It advertised drink specials with a light beer logo. I guessed they split the sign cost for free outdoor advertising. I drove around the building.

There were no windows of course, the paneling covered them.

"A dump," she said.

“Remember the Indy club, looks can be deceiving," I responded.

I drove another full circle around the building to check it out. Five city lots, I thought. It probably had room for two hundred cars on one side, and another fifty on the other.

Things were looking up, this place rocked at one point in time. Something looked very familiar about the location and the industry around it. I felt like I had been here before. I pointed to the steam coming from the single chimney.

"The heat is on," I said.

A light snow was beginning to fall, just flurries blowing around in the wind gust.

"Kinda like motel hell" she laughed. "You go in and never are seen again."

She had me laughing now, I held her hand.

"Let’s get the lay of the land," I said.

She nodded. "Find us a big drink to share?" she asked.

I got a big gulp poured some of the Crown she had brought into it. She liked it.

This neighborhood ran the gambit, little houses, and big storage warehouses serving the auto trade I assumed. The streets were packed with cars; two big highways crossed the south side of town. We went from ghetto to business to houses to strip malls everywhere.

This was the place to be on weekend for this and all the surrounding counties. I felt the feel of money. A shit load of new cars were every where.

The mall was still packed twenty or more movies screens at one mall alone. This town was a money haven; we were perplexed as to the empty parking lot of this strip bar.

I said "let check the other bars, get that top list in my box back there."

She looked in the box which was filled to the top. She gave me a strange look. "Research," I said.

She slapped my arm "You fuck" she said, a big smile on her face now.

"You got a plan Jackson?"

"Just follow my lead, I told her. You might be happy."

She gave me the list with direction and we were off. She was my copilot. I hit the two little Clubs first. Both had a lot of cars in the parking lots.

"Want-a go in?" she asked.

"Not now," I said "Let’s keep going."

The first big club I hit was Big Poppa's it was packed. Cars on the street were waiting to get in an already full parking lot. It was a new two story huge building, Cinder block construction. It was lit up like Vegas, throngs of people every where, a line to get in the door.

I read the marquee "welcome porn star Jenna Jamison" it read "Friday night only."

'Look at the sign." I told her.

"Is that "the" Jenna Jamison?" she asked.

"The only one in the world, and right here in corn country for one night only."

"In this little town," she said "amazing."

"Money" I said.

"Just like Vegas, porn stars go where the money is. This town has money, lots of it."

We hit the other Clubs, till we got to "world famous" Hip Riders.

"Number six in the world according to Strippers club list." I informed my wife. It was packed as well with two overflow parking lots surrounding it, five-hundred cars or more.

"Holy shit Batman!"

My wife wanted to check it out. I said "Later."

"Let’s go into the slow target club," "While it’s slow?"

She heard the word target for the first time and knew I was really serious. I was on a mission, she now knew.

She would not be just a stripper but a strip club owner.

"Let go," she said. She was now giddy and all over the car in excitement. I just squeezed her hand and said.

"Three more stops and you will like all of them!" I smiled.

"New drink?" she asked.

"Oh yeah" I said, the buzz of Crown hitting me.

I would never drive around drinking like this in Indy, its drunken stop heaven. This place the cops were out in force but not stopping people at all.

They were directing traffic giving directions this was a business friendly town. Out in the snow in bright orange parkas all with smiles on there faces. These are probably the best paid cops in the state, I thought.

We went in to check-out all three adult stores. She was amazed; wall to wall stripper clothes and a wall of shoes. All three store’s very busy.

They rented and sold real hardcore porn so the places were packed. Good long term businesses, I remembered from my research.

I got out without shopping, thank the lord. My wife could have spent all night just on the shoe racks.

We pulled in to our club at ten-thirty p.m., two cars now in the snow covered parking lot. I saw tracks from many cars coming and going, in and out, a lot of traffic. Maybe cabs, hell I had no idea.

A red mini van was parked by the door, the ones with the big ass long windshield, and one old car beside it.

"Go ahead" I said, lets take your bag in, you are a first time trying out, remember."

She didn't know about the Indy connection. I carried her bag and it felt like it was loaded with bricks.

She opened the outer door and stripes of florescent paint hit us. It looked like a brush had been thrown around the small entry area; it was on an all black gloss paint surface where a black light lit the small alcove. It was striking and we loved it.

On the entry door in front of us a sign read $3 cover and two drinks minimum. We went in and the place was huge; tables for several hundred people not including the bar. Four guys sat at the bar and two sat at the dance floor (pervert row).

The dance floor was like a lowered pit. A hundred chairs surrounding a twenty-four inch counter that surround the dance floor. This club made three or maybe four of Franke’s Indy club.

One girl sat at the counter with the two guys. She was not dancing; her legs hanging over the ledge; feet in-between the guy’s crotches with a foot resting on each guy’s chair.

She turned, giving us a "never mind" look after seeing my wife's bag and turned back to her money guys, I assumed. She was not real pretty overall but had a somewhat good body with a baby paunch hung from her tummy. She did have a pretty face, I laughed to myself.

The DJ came from behind the equipment. "Six bucks," he said.

"She's trying out," I said.

"She's free, three bucks for you."

For some reason he had hit me wrong. I didn't say anything, waiting him out. First one who speaks loses. I'm a twenty-five years car guy; I can stay quite and stare at a guy’s eyes forever. I don't even blink.

He caved "I'll take two bucks" he said "it’s slow tonight."

I gave him a single, "only one I've got" I lied. It was a test.

He looked at it; it went in his pocket the owner was getting none of the cover charge. I saw big money again. What this place needs is a guy to run it.

What pissed me off was that he was so lazy; he didn't even attempt or ask if he could make change for another bill. He was a lazy fuck and I looked forward to firing his ass. I can read people real fast; you have to do it in the car business.

Picture this you walk the car lot back and forth, trip after trip, maybe the lots the size of a football field. You spend hours, four or five test drives and you find out the guy is bankrupt. All the credit he has is bad credit. That shit does not happen to me, ever. I can read people period.

I read over this guy as low life scum, it took five seconds. I hoped he enjoyed the dollar for it would be the last he ever got from me. He turned went across the dance floor; another big no, no. I really hated this guy now, a stupid guy.

We went on up to the bar, the bartender watching us all the way. I lead my wife around the bar put her bag down. The bartender acted like we fucked up, like we were supposed to check in with her or something. Maybe get our drinks from the unused waitress station she was leaning down on. She finally came over.

"Trying out?" she asked.

"Drinks, two Crown and Cokes; big tall ones," I said.

"Pricey," she said

"How much," I asked.

"Seven a piece," she answered.

I decided to have some fun and nudged my wife; she was looking around.

"Give us two each, one for you, give the girl on the dance floor one too," I said.

"Where are the dancers?" I asked

"Two just got here, in the back getting ready," she said.

I looked at my watch, too dark to make out probably ten or eleven, I thought.

She saw the thought in my mind.

"Shift change at nine we are kinda loose on rules here," she said.

I watched her making the big strong drinks. She turned smiled.

"Shot back?" she asked, "for me, I like vodka!"

She was bent over the bar station a hand in the ice holder under the bar looking up at me. I knew she was waiting for her moment. I turned my head away looking to the dance floor, but my eyes stayed on her.

I had seen her palm the two shot glasses as she used the scoop for ice. She had her hand shielded, she thought, using the bar gun to fill the two shot glasses... with water...

She pumped the cola in our six drinks turned and went to the vodka bottle. She had her back to me acting as if she was now pouring the Vodka shots. No one else in the bar noticed.

I liked her immediately and smiled, she was not stupid. She knew how to make her money. She was a keeper, five seconds is all it takes. Eight drinks three fifty each she came up with twenty five she was off by three dollars, I figured the cash register was for shit.

I gave her two twenty's, five she left in the register twenty went into her tip jar. She must have rung the sale up at one drink, five bucks smart girl. Sorry Franke "inspect what you expect." Or expect nothing, and that's what Franke was getting.

I really liked her, the fact that she was blazing hot was a big bonus. She brought the drinks to us. She put my change ten held by one finger and thumb the other held by the last two fingers. I agreed to go along. I pulled at the money she held on to the five let the ten slip out, I waived away the five for her tip jar. Outstanding!

I let a laugh slip out, my wife paying no attention. She was busy, still checking out the surroundings. This was a fantastic club she had said.

Damn the bartender was very good. She knew how to make her money. I saw real promise for her; the DJ/doorman had to go. She came back to us her shot and drink in hand.

"Swallower, not a splitter," she said as she downed the fake shot wincing like it burned; Slamming it down hard on the bar as she faked a gasp.

Screamed "hell yeah lets party!" I loved this girl. Her name was Kandi. I'm sure the "party" part included me paying for multiply drinks and shot's.

My wife and I kinda settled in watching mostly. The other two girls were nothing to write home about. One older, one younger maybe mother and daughter they kinda hung together, a black guy had slunk into the bar, sat with them. It appeared like he was waiting for one of them to bank some cash for a drug run.

Within a short time I knew everything about Kandi, she knew nothing about us. I'm a good listener; Kandi was twenty five and had worked in strip Clubs all her adult life, since eighteen years of age.

She was a talker and very good at keeping your attention. More shots followed she started having fun and went for the real shots; she was getting loose, now hitting me for doubles. I was kinda getting a thing for Kandi.

My wife noticed told me to "got for it," "later" I told her. I had noticed her eyeing the damn DJ. If she ever wanted Fred in Wilma again she would pass on his ass, period.

"You wan'na dance, play, have some fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Jackson its cold as hell in here, everyone still has their coats on. I'll freeze in here," she said.

"Dancing will get you warmed up and get your blood moving."

"Yeah, ok right!" She exclaimed and frowned.

Kandi was in jeans, tight top, sneakers, Reebok I saw. I asked about the heat and she said it half works, one unit out.

"The wrong half is working," I told her.

"You got that shit right," she grinned.

I told her my wife wanted to try out, "you convinced her," I lied. She lit up with a big smile knowing we weren't going anywhere soon.

She and my wife had got along fine doing the clothes and accessory's chat. She came out closing the fold down bar keeper, closing off the bar. She came around put her hand on my arm squeezed it.

"Watch it for me, come get me if someone needs a drink." she gave me a quick smooch on my closed mouth.

I nodded. My wife winked at me, and they were off. I was now in charge of the bar. Fox in the hen house. They went off with my wife's bag (it looked heavy for their small frames) each grabbed a strap and carried it away as I watched and wondered what my wife had whispered to this girl.

I looked over the bar, the other dancers, if you can call girl's that never get up and dance, dancer's. They were grouped down on the other end, scamming little money, I thought.

The dance floor was covered in panels of lights, multi colored and they seemed computer controlled. The whole floor would flash and pulsate to the beat of the music. It had spots and strobes over head with a big console control panel the DJ sat over.

I used to be a sound and light guy back in the day. This was an old disco club, not a strip joint.

The music system was incredible, stacks of JBL's big ass fifteen inch woofers pounding out a great bass sound that vibrated the old building, like it was one with the song.

It was acoustically a fantastic sound environment. The whole club was painted black, rope lights and ceiling spots set a good evening type setting very subdued. Some might call it sleazy. The dance floor with lights and pulse's of strobes really set the dance floor off you could see the dance floor clearly from anywhere.

A much better set up than the Indy club (three or four times bigger). I checked the Fire Marshall rating behind the bar; it was rated at a 280 occupancy it read. Huge!

Mirrors lined the Walls throughout the building making it look even bigger and allowing you to view the action, just by moving your eyes to a different mirror.

I could imagine this place with 300 guys wall to wall and fifty dancers. The potential was there. I needed to pull the trigger on this property. Get it locked up.

But how much work did the place need, heat work for sure and spiff up the out side. Put some big sodium vapor stadium lights up outside, fifty bucks a month; cheap.

That would help traffic, which came from three intersecting streets that met, with the bar at the apex. A busy traffic pattern; this place needed some care and to look loved again, like it was open for business, for god sakes.

Hell I could go to the auction buy fifty cars that didn't run, park them in the lot, make it look like it was hopping all the time. Club business I felt was perception. If they perceive a good time it might bring out the real crowds. Bar's can go from dead, to "the place to be" in a flash. I remember that from my disco daze.

I had a plan, it was there, waiting to just open like a new flower. I was now committed to this club and this club only. No where to go but up. The door opened customers came in, three guys actually.

I went for the dressing room. I walked in not knowing where I was. Looking at my wife and Kandi they were naked, they hardly noticed me, they were not modest and just smiled at me.

They were sharing cloths dressing each other passing outfits back and forth. It was like a dressing room at Bloomingdales but I was there and they were naked and they could care less.

They were naked for a living, no big deal. Kandi gave me an erection; she had a little hair in the pubic area and running down both side of her Mon's, so they were trying to find the right thong to cover it. My wife, now a full baldy, had not a spec of pubic hair. It's a look I personally don't care for. I heard a how's this look.

"I need a closer look," I said smiling.

The girls laughed.

Kandi got on the make up table spread hers legs open wide and said.

"Have a good look, take a lick if ya want" she winked at my wife."

I did, her pussy was like a flower, the petals unfolding to my tongue. She grabbed for my head pulling me all the way to her muff. I slid my tongue in and out, her wetness flowing already. I suppose my wife had already unfolded our tale of openness and swinging relationship, probably had her own lick.

She had a nice flavor and aroma; I knew I had to indulge before we did the deal. After that it would jeopardize the business (sexual harassment by the boss). I needed to make my move tonight.

I heard a big loud thud somewhere down thru the support walls. Kandi paid it no mind, so I didn't either. Her butt bucking up and down on the hard table got to her tail bone she called off my licking. "Later," she said.

They finally settled on clothes both looking like hot ass porn stars head to toe, both blonds almost like sisters. Kandi was a twenty five year old hard body, from years of dancing. They came out to a cheer of the guys wanting entertainment and drinks.

My wife played on the two poles waiting for Kandi to join her. Kandi got the bar settled "Bars closed, pervert row you fuckers!" She yelled "NOW!" I love this girl.

Everyone except me went to the dance bar, dollar bills in hand. The bass beat almost moved me off my bar stool.

"You dropped a bomb on me baby, you dropped a bomb on me." Wow, I always loved to dance to that song. Kandi instructed the DJ to play her song set. I liked her even more, her own music set, she was a pro.

My wife moved off to the side and sat on the dance bar. The whole bar seemed mesmerized by the moves Kandi was making; she was flying from one spinning pole to the other, the light show increasing in intensity.

I wondered if it was the DJ's skill or the computer doing its own thing to the faster beating music. I had never seen a dancer this skilled. I saw moves I had never seen before.

Cheetah, Pink Pony, Tattletales; the huge bars I have been to in central Florida's tourist traps. This girl could have been the best dancer for any one of these club. Here she was, in corn land, small town USA.

Her final trick, she pulled a chair up off pervert row. Up over the dance bar, she did it effortlessly (strong girl, very strong) she slid it across the floor twenty feet, it landed I assume right where she intended it to, up against the front spinning pole.

She hit the back pole spinning so fast her hair stood straight out. A spin so fast she was a blur. She flew off the pole, flew with the grace of a New York ballet dancer, every action and nuance seemed choreographed.

She jumped at the front spinning pole hands grasping the upper part of the ten foot brass pole. Her legs swung out missing the chair as she spun around. She flung herself upwards she was now spinning upside down; her blond hair flying in the fury of a tornado.

She let herself slip down the pole. Her body was reaching out now with just her thighs holding her spinning body to the pole. Her back arched she inverted released her thigh grip, seemed to flip in mid air landing effortlessly on the chair.

The last beats of her third song ended to her hair flying forward her body and full torso between her open knees, her hair to the floor cascading around her feet.

The lights abruptly stopped mid motion with the music, a cloud of fog belched from some hidden location. She disappeared into the mist then appeared thru it crossed one leg behind the other and took a bow slow and graceful.

She had only a skimpy thong, for all it covered she might as well have been naked. My wife's skimpy thong not covering her pubic hair fully my erection returned.

The whole place erupted in applause, screaming, whistles, guys pounding the dance bar. I was even on my feet clapping, not even realizing it. I had jumped up; the moment had carried me, almost like I was hypnotized in her spell.

Dollar bill were seen floating thru the mist of fog and sparkling lights, guy throwing them as fast as they could. I could see they were not all singles.

This girl was to be my newest asset, a treasure to be held near and very dear. In getting this club I felt she might just hold the success, their in her outstretched arms. Hands clinched in tension she had won this crowd, she owned us body and soul.

Everyone was on their feet screaming for an encore dance "one more song", "one more song", they chanted in unison.

Was everyone? Everyone, except one guy; I had been watching, doing a head count all night. I had it marked on my drink napkin. I had no idea where this guy had appeared from.

The DJ had not come off the podium to collect cover from him; the guy had no drink at his table, so no one else had noticed him either.

The dance floor hi-tops slowly faded and he disappeared, again. Thru the darkness I could barely make out the face, his black ball cap, No logo or descriptive mark, it was covering what looked to be very dark hair.

His light weight black or dark blue Jacket had black T-shirt underneath and the trousers were just as dark. His clothes seemed too light for this cold snowy weather.

I could barely make out his facial features he never showed teeth or smiled. The only thing that gave him away was the glint from his shinny eyes as the lights worked around the room, glinting off mirrors throughout the building.

He seemed motionless, frozen. I suddenly realized he was giving me the same curious look over, that I was giving him. I felt the chills go down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck bristled, standing at attention.

I nodded to him in recognition. He remained stoic as if I was invisible to him. I could see him appraising me like a predator scans its prey before the flash of fang and claw rips you to pieces.

I sat down gulped at my drink. Kandi was now showing my wife pole tricks. Who was this creepy guy?

CHAPTER 49

He moved down the dark shadowy street the trees almost bare of leaves now. Behind him a trail of footprints disturbed the fresh snow, now four inch's deep upon the ground.

He liked this weather, always hot by nature. This weather was perfect for him; he wore only a light windbreaker (dark blue almost black cotton one, lined with wool). He was quite comfortable.

As he approached the bar he noticed the parking lot had more cars than usual. That really didn't mean anything. The parking lot could be empty and the bar packed. A lot of people in this area either didn't have a driver’s license or a car.

In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he met a dancer that drove, for whatever reason.

There was even a much newer car; it had snow about three inches thick. So it had been there awhile. He opened the outer door let it close let his eyes adjust for the dark lighting inside the club.

Finally he pulled the second door open quietly and moved to the right around into the corner table, he sat down. The DJ Dan had not seen him and Kandi was at the bar slamming shot glasses on the bar, a loud smack and scream from her lungs.

She was selling someone on buying her free drinks. If in fact they were free drinks, more like free tap water. He knew all the tricks of these whores. Only four dancers, Kandi, and a new girl sat at the bar with some guy beside her.

They looked like a couple, married maybe. They were out of place here maybe out slumming. It was obvious she was spoiled and pampered. She wore a fine cashmere coat. She still had it on; it was quite chilly in here.

He liked that, he hated to sweat. The guy had a similar coat Brooks Brothers came to mind. They must own the newer car in the parking lot.

All the girls he saw were for shit, fat, ugly, nasty. One had band aids on her back probably covering boils, syphilis came to his mind. Crystal he knew; she's a real cunt.

The young girl hanging with her was her daughter. The daughter was only sixteen but with her fuzzy crazy ass hair, all fluffed out. Make up so thick it looked like a mask. Her ugliness also made her look much older.

He was sure her mom Crystal, was pimping her out probably since she was prepubescent. Her mom probably sold her virginity at maybe ten or eleven maybe twelve for a few rocks of crack cocaine; probably to a thug'er, hell maybe a whole group of them.

After her daughters pussy was blown out from big cocks fucking her too young vagina. She probably auctioned off her virgin ass hole.

At sixteen this girl looked forty. Her nipples were pierced, her lip, her eye brow, a row of piercing jewels up and down each ear. This little girl was used to a lot of pain; and probably numb to pain to her core.

At sixteen she could probably take two cocks in her pussy and a couple in her ass; not even feel it. The other girl he knew as well, Chloe twenty-one years old with three kids she never saw. Her mom raising them and claiming them as her own; continuing the lie not wanting to acknowledge her daughter was a whore.

Hell she didn't even know what guy had knocked her up; could be a Woog, a Wetback Mexican, a gook Asian, hell a Martian.

Chloe would go home with anyone who would get her a twelve pack of beer at closing. She had no home, no apartment, so she picked a new guy each night and landed where she landed. The other girl was Soffa, he called her, and she was big as a fucking couch.

How the hell could this big cow take her fucking clothes off in public? While seeing her big floppy tits hanging down to her waist, she would occasionally bring a flap up to her mouth, suck her own hair covered nipple, and the thought made bile rise in his throat. Soffa was a good name for her.

Who the fuck let this god damn cow in his club. Kandi was obviously hard up for dancers; crack whores, syphilis infected cunts, underage bimbos, droopy stomached alcoholic drunks, and a fucking dancing couch.

This place was a shit hole, but it was his favorite shit hole. If he worked things right he might one day own this place. He lied to all the people here.

He had lost his own business, his wife left him. He now worked for his rich father, collecting rent from his father’s real estate holding.

He was in the hole and spending too much on these whores. The time to pay the piper had not come yet. He hoped he had time.

This blond, sitting high classed at the bar, nursing a tall cocktail. Looked like Jack and Coke maybe Crown and Coke, doubles he knew from the tall glass.

She had an air about her maybe of ease in this environment. Maybe Kandi would get her in an outfit, put her hot little ass on the dance floor. Kandi was good at that; all it took was enough booze.

They seemed to be consuming that at a fast pace. He decided to just sit tight and wait might be a promising night after all. The guy sitting with the hot blond was looking all around the bar scanning it like he was a real estate appraiser.

He was doing it in a way to not be obvious; soaking in every detail. Not a cop or vice. Open personality, conversing well with both women and smiling at just the right time. A prick he thought.

Put white shoes, a white belt, make this Florida and he would be a fucking used car salesman; a fucking hustler to the max. I need to watch this guy.

But he would watch the Blondie even closer for she intrigued him as he felt his groin stir; time for a much closer look.

He rose up slowly and went past the VIP room, the suck and fuck room. It was empty as always. He moved past the unused game machines sitting idle, more dust covering older dust, from lack of use.

Now behind and passing the back of the DJ booth; he moved past the bank machine that had never worked the entire time it was placed here. He paused at the pool table and saw a cue ball resting on it and he took it in hand spinning it. Pool balls left on the table leave indentation on the felt making the surface uneven; they should not be left lying in the same spot.

Like if you leave your TV or computer on with the same image on it. It burns into the screen even when his TV was off you could see the Spice channel logo burned into the pixels.

I watch too much porn masturbating, he thought. I need real release; a real girl sucking my cock. I might even be able to get hard for this Blondie.

He studied her closely. Strong straight features northern European maybe some Scandinavian in her ancestry. Long flowing blond hair, no dark roots like Kandi.

She removed he coat as if doing it for him. She had one knee up on the bar stool bent toward the bar, one foot on the floor spiked hi-heel.

Tan pant leg of a fine material, a gold ankle bracket two hearts joined showing. Her ass protruded straight out at him; the material drawn up tight showing the curves of her ass taut and firm. No panty lines, she wore a thong he could tell.

A flash on her left hand as she lifted her glass glared like a navy ship signaling another; a big bright diamond sparkling from the overhead spotlight recessed in the upper bar.

She was married and married to the smug fuck sitting beside her. Her other hand was on his ass; his arm around her waist.

I hated this mother fucker right away. Smug rich fuck! He's got money but I bet his dick is smaller than my finger. She keeps moving back and forth shifting her weight like she is rubbing her pussy on the taut material. A spot in her crotch almost looks damp; she appears aroused and maybe has the hots for Kandi.

Kandi doesn't do the girl thing but she has let girls lick her he knew. Her ass poking out looks as if she is calling to me. I catch her eyes in the mirror behind the bar, green a beautiful jade color. Her smile perfect teeth straight no spaces white pearly almost pure white, ivory from a grand piano, not a smoker.

Most people would call this a package, a perfect package. The growing ache in his groin was strange; she was older than most that excited him. He went for the younger girls. She was hard to read. Her face was fresh and glowing with youth.

The eyes held a look of knowledge, very fine lines at the very edges. Small laugh lines running to the side of her pouty lips and mouth.

She looked late twenty's but he figured she was closer to maybe forty maybe fortyish. Maybe late forty's but a very well kept forty's. She turned to the side kissing this smug fuckers neck, lips and his ear, he acts as if it means nothing.

She is whispering to him. The light from the back of the bar shines thru the fine silk blouse. Her breasts are ample, taut the nipple poking out from the fabric, the chill in the air, she is saying she is cold. Her nipple is poking thru long and supple, she is braless.

She turns back to the bartender her other knee goes on the stool her elbows on the bar. Her ass is now staring at me like she is on all fours wanting my cock to slide into that damp spot in her very visible crotch. My penis is swollen and erect. She is talking to Kandi touching her dangling earring, flirting.

They are touching almost like lovers. A soft caress she jumps off of the stool. Kandi closes the fold down leading into the bar. I see her grab a large carryall bag. Kandi comes to aid her. She raises her head, her eyes look into mine.

Shit, I grab my hat bring it down to cover my tented trousers. Too late, she has already seen it. She smiled at me.

I rushed on into the bathroom, my heart pounding and blood racing; my face red and my skin aglow; I see the reflection in the mirror "handsome devil," I remark.

I open my trousers (I'm not real big so it comes out easily) and there is no way I can piss like this. I put it back, move to the dirty wash basin. Paper towels line the floor around it.

I splash cold water on my face. The image thru the broken mirror above shows a grotesque face, a mask of reflected edges, horrible. My hand reaches for the paper towel holder and goes up into it, empty, same with the other one.

I turn to look at the old fashioned towel roller, its pulled down to the end red marks across it showing it is empty. The final two feet is filthy, dirty, and smeared with grime that appears from years of not being replaced.

I walk to the john stall no toilet paper, go to the next empty. Double rolls have small tiny pieces of white hanging maybe two inches long. The third stall had a full roll of toilet paper it is floating in a mass of vomit and shit in the brown stained bowl.

"Mother fucker," I turn hit the control on the hand dryer at the far back wall kicking more paper towels. Lying about in heaps, some not even used, on the dirty nasty piss stained floor.

I smack the blower again and again with my closed fist tearing skin from my knuckle.

"Son of a fucking bitch"

I bend to pick up an unused paper towel still tri-folded. I see yellow spots of urine from being to close to the urinal. I kick the papers they fly up into the air; I kick at the rest of them.

"Cock sucking, mother fuckers, fuck this."

I turn and take my still hard dick out. The first spray I have to strain to get it to escape my stiff penis.

It splashes back at me running down mixing with the blood from the wound on my knuckles. I push the shaft down toward the cigarette butts floating in the urinal and I can't force the piss out at this angle. I strain as hard as I can but can't piss anymore, even though my bladder is now burning.

I zip back up my pants still tented, wet drops of piss on the front of my trousers. I hit the plunger of the soap dispenser, again, again, empty. I slap it with my hand making another cut now on my palm.

I see the small Soft Soap bottle on the other sink basin. Picking it up with my bleeding hand it is as dirty as the basin. The liquid inside seems to be unusual, shaking it, it has no foam. I push the plunger holding it over the dirty basin. The foul smell and odor of piss wafts up to my nasal passage's burning them.

"Some fucker pissed in this bottle," I raged in my mind as I wind up like a Yankee's pitcher; the bottle lands in the dirty sink basin and with a loud thud the top flies back striking my cheek.

The decanter explodes in a thick spray back at me onto my clothes and my face. Putrid urine runs in the blood on my cut cheek, droplets of it stain my Jacket in shinny light reflected yellow glow.

The blood in my ears is pounding. That fucking DJ has the god damn music so fucking loud blasting KC and The Sunshine Band, "shake, shake, shake; shake, shake, shake; shake your booty, shake your booty." I hate that fucking old ass song.

I pulled up my T-shirt wipe the blood and piss off my face. I kick the stall door hurting the tip of my big toe losing my balance falling toward it, the door fly's back at me slapping me back. I fall on my ass in a heap my legs shuffling to hold my ass off the dirty floor.

I feel like I snapped both my wrists catching myself; the pain is like bolts of lightening up both my arms. I spin to my side seeming to wallow in this fucking mess of towels; getting to my knees slamming both my clinched fists against the outside building walls. They are cinder block and I scream in gut wrenching pain.

Pulling myself up by the broken hand dryer which had lost one bolt from the left side and now hung crooked the other hand was now bleeding from the screw that ripped thru my skin. I pulled myself up onto my feet… the blood still pounding in my ears… I feel as if I'm deaf.

I found my cap and put it on; look down at my dick which is still raging hard….its gonna be a good night he thought.

He moved back thru the bar past the DJ booth a sneer of hatred on his face as he looked at the back of the DJ's head. That lazy fucker was supposed to take care of the bathrooms. I'd like to crack his fucking skull open with a ball pin hammer. The thought brought a smile back to his face.

He got back to his seat. Watched...

Kandi came out with the new girl she was tending the bar. The new girls walked onto the dance floor like she had never been on one before. She rolled the spinning pole in her hands trying to get a feel for it.

Long legs helped by eight inch stripper heels, acrylic see thru, with flashing LED lights, multi colored glowing from within them. Never seen shoe's like that before.

Her ass was uplifted, small, thirty-five inch he imagined. It was covered in glowing neon red skin tight material, her pussy lips showing thru the tight fabric. A small triangle showed thru the front, thong underneath.

She had a matching top, skin tight, her nipples showing thru the taut fabric (they looked an inch long). Her flowing golden Blond mane came down to her twenty-three or twenty-four inch waist.

Her tits were a good 34 large B or small C cup; they had good shape but no sag they moved as if natural. Her pouty mouth was open her tongue exposed at the corner of her perfect mouth. She was focused on learning this spinning pole; she wanted to conquer it and seemed determined.

A determined look on her beautiful face her cheeks had a natural glow. She wore very little make up but she looked incredible, even in this light. I would do anything to possess this woman even if only, one time.

What fortune could I offer to entice her? A fortune I don't have. What lie can I spin, what fabric of lines can I spin together to seduce this nymph, this goddess. She seems refined; I will have to be careful of my language.

I have appeared to be a gentleman. That's it he thought, a Southern Gentleman; a sweet sexy drawl, maybe Deep South. I'm from hum, Miss…no, Atlanta…no, Florida…no, North Carolina…Yeah, North Carolina the beach area.

Rich guy with a condo, a builder... No project manager for a large company. I build apartment complexes... That it...

He looked at the stage Kandi was flinging a chair across the dance floor, seen it before he thought. I know the ending. She was still pretty good as dancers go. He had tried to get her to suck his dick out back, she spit in his face told him to fuck off.

When he didn't back off a switch blade came out of her boot so fast he almost walked right into to it. Kandi was born to the bar business street smart very savvy, she could read bullshit a mile away. His kinda girl, but they had an understanding.

Yeah she had boyfriends; he had seen her fuck guys in the VIP room, young pretty guys. She would slide her thong aside let them slide their big cocks into her, no condoms, she would lap ride them, letting them cum right inside her pussy. The come dripping out of her when she lifted off their wet glistening cocks.

She would put the thong back in place, walking out like it never happened. She cheated on her husband constantly. Never seemed to charge for it, even gave these boyfriends free beers.

I bet the owner is loosing his ass on her, all the shit she gives away. I would love to eat-out her cum filled pussy, if only she knew that. But she hates me, I know it, I stay away from Kandi now.

She will cut your fucking throat. She finished her routine, same old shit. The crowd roars their approval. Blah, blah, blah….

I feel the eyes on me, burning into me from across the bar. The lights are up too damn bright, fucking DJ Dan. Mr. smug is staring dead at me; he has a cold hard stare. I lean back trying to find the shadows. I wonder how long he has been watching me, it seems like he has read my mind.

Me wanting his hot wife his radar has been set off. The lights go back down. I feel safe again. His stare at me is making me furious inside.

I feel my skin aglow with new rage "how dare you stare at me you smug fucker." Stare when I fuck her. The smug ass looked away first, fucking wimp.

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CHAPTER 50

I was looking into the mirror across the bar; the weirdo seemed to fade away like Dracula. I had plans to make, I looked at my face, the smile on it seemed like someone else, and it was so bright. I had been thinking about my visit to Indy to see Bambi.

She met me took me to her apartment; it was very small one room really. A door to a bathroom and an open cooking area, small bar with a cabinet over head to separate it, the bed was a fold out two-hundred dollars a months she told me. It's all I wanted to get with his lazy ass not working she smiled.

She led me to a sofa, we sat on it, wasn't bad for a sleeper. We sat like lovers on a date my arm around her. Her hand in my lap near where the heat was searing in my loin's for her and I'm sure she knew it.

She had one foot up under her snuggled up close to me, I remember when my wife and I sat like that. She would be screwing Bart by now.

I could be screwing Bambi right now, but I was happy to sit here just looking at her photo album of her childhood and in the military. The ones she could show me, she gave a sly grin. "If I show you some...

"You got'ta kill me, right? I laughed.

"You know that rule do you?"

Her smile just melted me, her hand around my neck, the other in my lap; she would occasionally let it touch my private's.

The reaction was instant, she knew it was electric. We sat for two hours like that, just talking. I asked why she had no photos with her family. "Personal" she said, I dropped it quickly.

Then she thru me back, laughed at me...

"I never would have believed you would have lasted two hours without ravaging me, you shit. I guess the bloom is off this rose already."

"I wanted to see how long you could hold out; that scent of yours is a dead give away!"

"Taste my scent," she teased. Her pants came down quickly, I was correct she was excited and leaking, her panties drenched. I was incensed with sexual rage, leaving the pants at her ankles. I slid my face into her crotch dropping to my knees, my tongue plunging into her wetness.

Her loud gasp and squeal as I began to suck at her over charged vagina made my erection ache. When a woman is this excited and the chemistry of her scent puts this kind of urge into me I can lick and suck her pussy for as long as she will let me.

Her smell and flow was intoxicating to me and I literally ate out her flowing quim till she pushed me back begging for me to give her more, meaning my rock hard penis.

We made love till the sun came up. I had not felt passion like this sense 1979. I really hoped my wife enjoyed Bart and Mandy. When I got back home I found those wet soaked panties in my coat pocket with a big lipstick kiss from her on the front panel.

Just the thought, let alone her scent (and yes I did smell and even lick the crotch of them) drives me to masturbation or to jump my wife for sexual release.

My mind came back to the noise of the now busy bar. I could almost see the outline of the light bulb above my head. Maybe it was a real light bulb from the bar above.

It had come in a flash I would make my move now, why wait, it was a big risk. I had a number in my mind; I had a firm offer to make. Not really an offer. I was going to make a demand. I wanted a letter of intent sent to the Marriott via fax tonight.

He is a real estate broker he probably has the shit on a computer he can just fill in my name and fax it in five minutes.

I was going too put a three hour time clock burning in his ass. Close me now or I'm gonna take a long time to think this one out. It had to seem his idea.

I wanted him selling strong. I wanted him to close me on the sale by three a.m. I grabbed my cell phone heading for the quiet of the restroom. Holy shit this stinks, I left and went for my snow covered car.

"Franke" I asked.

"Yeah" He answered.

"Franke, this is Jackson."

"Oh yeah, hi forgot all about you." He lied. "Where are you at Jackson?"

"I’m at the club.”

"It’s awfully quiet, you at my Indy club?"

"Up north," I said.

"Oh, yeah great, what do you think? Fantastic, Jackson."

"Well I'm calling from my car. I was going to do it from the restroom but it looks like a tornado went thru it, real disgusting Franke."

"Yeah I know, I need to go up there straighten them out again."

"Save it Franke, wan'na clean this place up drop a bomb on it, Nuclear, get all the bugs in there while you are at it."

He cracked up "oh Jackson, you always make me laugh."

"Let me ask, how much you losing at this place a week Franke?" I asked.

"Well loss is hard to gauge."

"Cut it Franke, don't shit me, ok! You shit you friends, I'll shit mine, but let not shit each other, ok."

"Don't get mad, for God sake's Jackson."

I had him, the hook set, never coming out of his mouth. Now he would start selling. I let him ramble on awhile.

"Franke I know you are losing money here. But I'm gonna put a smile back on your face, ok.

"I'm gonna take the place Franke but under my terms."

"Well, ok" he mumbled. He felt he had me and wanted me to go for a deal.

"Here's how we can do this and I want it done now, tonight. You send me a firm letter of intent "irrevocable." Fax it to the Marriott. Ok so far?"

"Yeah, but." he said, I interrupted.

"Half, that was correct. If we have a "but" here, it's but I have to think on this awhile, got me."

"No, no Jackson I didn't mean that, tell me what it's going to take."

"I want firm contracts in my hands tomorrow. Fed-x them for Saturday delivery with a return package enclosed. I want it in both names."

"You and the wife?" he asked. I had him now, asking me closing questions.

"Yes, with a clause for us to use an incorporated name of our choice later."

I could here him writing as fast a he could. I was waiting for his obvious question, it didn't take long.

"How much down Jackson?" he interrupted. Bingo!

"How bout ten grand… will that work for ya?" I chuckled.

"Too low," he said.

"You misunderstand Franke, you pay me ten grand to take it off your hands and I'll start taking the losses tonight."

"Jesus Jackson, are you nut's."

"Franke, I see ten grand I can blow just on the parking lot." I spat it out at him.

"Cool down," he said. It’s negotiable."

"Yes it is, so don't mention down payment again; unless you are prepared to bring this place up to par."

The silence told me he was off that topic.

"Franke it'll be more left for you. Here's how, tell you what I'll commit to tonight. You continue for thirty days as if nothing happened don't tell the employees, no body, between just you and me.

In thirty days I'll start making two grand a month payments, even better five hundred a week, for say twenty-four months." I could hear he was starting to like where I was going.

"Year three to five I'll go twenty-five hundred say six twenty-five a week. Year six three thousand say seven-fifty a week until the contract is paid in full. I get right at thirty years on that, standard mortgage you agree?"

"Yeah" he said. He bought the deal just in agreeing that a mortgage was thirty years. I love it.

"Franke no more than two points over prime and don't show me a selling price more than half of a mil. That's for it all Franke. Every fucking thing I see in this place, the land, the building right down to the fucking towels on the dirty bathroom floor, got it." I shut up, first one to speak loses.

"What about my booze? You got'ta pay my... For my liquor, I got over a thousand in booze," he stuttered.

Big bingo! Oh hell he is going for the whole thing.

I had him; he was offering me the whole business for a grand (one thousand dollars), the price of the damn booze.

"Tell you what, at the end of the thirty days well inventory it and I'll send you a check. Franke as of midnight tonight you don't send a penny for this place, ok?"

"Oh Jesus, that's a deal Jackson, god love ya!

"Franke as far as these guys know I'm a drunken husband following my stripper wife to work."

"Got it” He agreed. “So let me understand, I carry the loss for thirty days and then it's all yours? But you'll take care of the employee’s right?"

Oh hell, he just made it better for me.

"That's the deal, Franke."

"Deal" he said "you won't regret this Jackson the place is a gold mine. You and your wife are the kinda people to really make the place go." I'll have my guy's sneak out my personal..."

"No way Franke, you heard the deal. It all stays. I now own the puke in the toilets. You take nothing out of here, nothing. But you are off the hook forever."

"Hey Franke, I'm looking at my calculator maybe I spoke too soon it says 1.1 million. I'm paying you 1.1 million over thirty years, sounds high to me." I hit him with the take away!

"No Jackson, the numbers work. Head for the Marriott now! I'll have the letter there by the time you get there. Hey thanks Jackson, you don't know what a relief you have taken off my back."

I can move on to my Florida deal now..."

He was still chatting as I closed my cell phone.

My car is covering in snow, I thought. My phone vibrated meaning text message. I opened my phone I never get text. It was a note from Bambi "thinking of you, your smell still on my pillow!"

Damn do I really need this right now? Jackson you are a dumb ass; complicated dumb ass, but dumb no less. I had no idea how to respond to a text. Guess I need to learn that too.

I hit the wipers on high, drove out and got enough speed to blow the snow off with the traction control engaging.

I hit the liquor store and bought a lottery ticket, just one. I felt so damn lucky after that deal. I might just win that too. I made a drink, got Kandi the Newport's she had asked for; I would trade a good fuck with her for them.

Smiling I went thru the drive-thru, big gulp, pouring part of it on the ground, I filled it from the bottle of Evan Williams seven year old bourbon Tennessee sipping whiskey.

The oldest whisky company in America; 1700's, a damn good drink as I toasted myself in the rear view mirror. My own little personal party and the only one that I really wanted to share it with was a girl I hardly knew fifty damn miles away.

I checked into the Marriott used my VIP card to get a free upgrade to a suite. Top floor facing the creek, no smoking, balcony I instructed, her hands were flying over keys, free breakfast all weekend she smiled.

I should hire this girl, she is hot I thought, "This is strange you got a fax here already." I smiled.

Her cute ass was tempting as she bent to get the fax. Her thong string and tramp stamp which looked like bull horns that you could grab while slamming her from behind stared at me. I decide to mess with her a little. "Nice tat you got there."

She glanced around at me but made no effort to pull up the back of her pants.

"Like that do you?" she said.

Staying down a lot longer than I thought she had to. She rose up and looked up to the corner, a cam with red light.

She backed off a few feet to the doorway behind her pulled down her top, a rodeo guy on a bronco with a lasso. She smiled "And" she said smiling. She lowered the front of her pants.

At the top of a trimmed bush was "too sweet" tattooed above her bush; it was in a very pretty script.

I mumbled, "Would love to check the truth of that."

"You might find a little jewelry in your mouth if you did that!" She winked at me; letting me see her tongue stud.

"Sometimes you guys have specials if you stay extra days, I said while clearing my throat. She somewhat looked over the counter, I was boned out and raging hard.

"Ninety-nine dollars for two days, I'll do fifty-nine for three days or longer if a Sunday is included," she said. "Oops that’s not for the suite's..." she stopped "Oh, what the hell." She said with a smile. Fifty-nine a night, my bad," she laughed.

"Is there perhaps anything really sweet on the night menu that might satisfy a sweet tooth?" I asked with a big smile.

"What's on the kitchen menu may not be what would satisfy you, call down when you are settled. Maybe I can "Come... Up..." with something." she grinned at me; air quoting with her hands.

I was on a roll and couldn't lose.

Wow a bell hop. I love Marriott even in small towns the service is the same.

I turned down the bed and fluffed the pillow on the sofa in the sitting room. I pictured Kandi laid back like she was in the dressing room her legs spread wide her sex gapping, winking at me. I could still smell her scent on my face. The picture made me rock hard.

After settling in I called down told her, "I wasn't able to get in the mini bar and the bell man has already gone back down." I threw out the lie we both knew.

"He can’t open them any way, takes a special key. I'm the only one with the key; give me ten minutes to work things up." I heard her grunt a big laugh...

I heard the knock on the door in no time, a wet spot on the front of my trousers was already apparent. Damn. I opened the door with a big grin.

She came in keys dangling in hand, spinning on her finger. She went to the mini bar checked the lock it was open, but she hit a reset code like she had opened it.

"Anything else?" she smiled.

"Well the sweet thing..."

"Ok, but its got to be a quick taste, if you know what I mean; and no more than that. I have a boyfriend," I nodded.

She sat on the bed lowered the stretch spandex black pants down to her ankles, leaned back and opened her thighs. She had pubic hair like shiny charcoal. Her opening moist and glistening wet.

"I masturbated in the bathroom for you and you should know something, oops…too late!" She giggled.

I was already on my knees my mouth sucking in her clit my tongue buried inside her moist sugary walls.

"What's that?" I asked.

"There is a pearl in the oyster."

My eyes showed confusion. She spread her legs farther, gasping and groaning, allowing me to go deeper into her musty scented gash.

"My boyfriend dropped a nut in me, before I came to work, didn't get me off; left me hanging. I just went on shift at eleven, you might taste him in there," she smiled.

Feeling me suck on her harder…she grabbed my head; began to push out and bucked on my mouth; giggling while gyrating on my face.

It didn't take long once she got a good rhythm; she groaned and flooded my mouth. I lapped into her open gash till she was sated and pushed me away.

"Oh God did I do that?" She said, looking at the tented bulge in my pants, the wet spot now bigger.

"Can you come fast?" she asked in a timid voice. I nodded. She reached out unzipped me, reached inside pulled me out.

"Oh wow, leaking a lot you are, real thick, long too." She took me in her mouth slid halfway down began to softly nurse my erection, came off licked the tip, stood and bent over the bed hands flat on the comforter.

"Quick," she said.

I was engorged and fully boned out her hand came thru her legs as I put the tip to her wet opening. I grabbed her shirt pulled up the fabric till the tramp stamp was staring at me. I grabbed her hips; her hand under us guiding me sweetly rubbing me up and down her slit making me slickly wet.

"Hard baby, do it now!" I felt her pulling my testicles forward quite hard. I got both her hips in my hands, her butt was tiny, and I eased the head in. She was fully lubricated; I slid in easily, came back out and plowed into her a full thrust pulling her hips back toward me.

"Oh shit!"... She cried out when I hit bottom brushing along her cervix.

"You're a lot bigger than my boyfriend, slow down for a minute, and let me get adjusted to that thing."

I was too enflamed to stop now and knew time was not on my side. The though of Bambi and this fresh pussy had me aching to come inside her.

I shoved into her, held her firm, rotated my hips stirring her gooey pot, stretching her vagina with me fully inside, till she started to rock back and forth against me.

She began to constrict around my hardness. As I began to slide in and out of her, my cock quickly became covered in her milky orgasmic juices; the scent of it coming up to my nostrils filling me with lust to make her come harder.

I pulled out went back to my knee's used my thumbs on each side of her vagina to open her wide to me. I tongued at her little brown eye for a few second.

"Oh god, that's interesting" she groaned. I lapped up thru her opening with a broad flat tongue; she began to give a deep gasp "Oh god yes! Fuck me…now…please!"

I rose back up, my face covered in her flavoring and flipped her over on her back; put her heels locked in her elastic pants behind my neck. She was open and unable to escape my cock now. She reached down found the shaft bottom, fed me into her wanting snatch.

Once I felt her wetness I fell upon her, my mouth on hers as the scream came out of her mouth. I felt her try to push my cock out of her stretched vagina; it made her burst a full vaginal orgasm onto my buried cock.

The sensation of her PH and strange juice in my cock head began to burn all the way to my testicles. I began to slam into her, each stroke making her gasp and gush a new wave of cream out onto my pounding nuts.

"OH god yes! She gasped into my mouth.

The burn in my guts became overwhelming to fill her with my own juice, replacing her man's with mine. As if she read my mind she gasped into my mouth.

"Don't come in..." That sound of those words made me ejaculate; she felt it groaned, "Oh shit!"

Then reached down pulling my hips giving in that it was too late, my cock in to the hilt as I spurted into her.

Her own orgasm bringing a scream to those pouty lust engorged lips. She got her mouth off mine and bit my ear lobe hard. My erection popped back to enraged before it could soften.

"Sense you did that, fuck me hard, do it again," she whispered into my ear. I got up off her, my hands flat on the bed.

I looked down into her light blue almost gray eyes. Her dark shinny hair splayed out like a fan above her face and head. I went back to the piston action, pounding in and out of her, my nut-sac slapping her anus with each forceful thrust.

She began to groan again, pushing out against my cock. I pulled out fast, my mouth clamping onto her flooding sex, she screamed as I sucked her vagina like I was turning it inside out.

I came back up slid into her again my penis seemed like cast iron. Her hand went to my gluts her heels dug in and I felt my body shake, she felt it too and looked in my eyes.

"Fuck me damn you, fill my pussy, I love that big hard cock, come in me again! Oh god yes now, come for me I’m their."

I looked in her eyes pulled out dropping my hips I slid in my cock tip touching the end of her cervix. I applied pressure, she groaned, her legs pulling me deeper. I felt her stomach muscles tighten, her cervix flexed she was pushing out a gusher of an orgasm. My cock tip plugged her flowing opening.

I felt the first of my new ejaculate and pulled myself back from it. The burning was an intense pain now, her strange spicy juice burning into me like fire.

She saw my face twist in pain, pulled her legs up hard my cock tip stretching at her cervical opening. My semen flew out pressurized by the amount of time I had held back.

“She looked up at me, God yes, Oh god yes, fantastic, yes I'm coming with you damn it."

She pushed out; my cock slipped the rest of the way in her womb. I felt her tighten immediately, her pussy grabbing my cock, in deep and tight still exploding.

Her eyes on fire with lust now her own flow running down her ass and soaking my testicles. The burst of it like she pissed on my nuts, but I knew it was a gushing come for her.

She gasped holding her breath squeezing my penis head. I pounded into her trying to finish and withdraw, but she held me firm.

I began to have movement inside her, "my guts are on fire!" She gasped.

The sound of her voice filled me again, a new burn as she was bucking on my renewed erection. Her clinching trapping me till she was sated. She felt my new urge to release and clamped down hard, both on my cock tip and the base of my buried shaft like a cow milking machine.

It was too much, I exploded; she felt the gush and released me, pushed out hard and started gushing again…pushing out my cock; all the way out of her swollen vagina. Her hand went to her mound and she pushed me off of her; rolled to the side in a fetal position.

"Oh my god you probably fucking knocked me up mister, I'm ripe as a fertile rabbit right now, damn it!"

I smiled. "If you are, it’s your boyfriend; I'm a very safe guy."

"Oh hell, what the hell…so all that was a waste damn you, you fucker. Get that shit out of me then. I don't want my boyfriend to know what we did."

I lay back on the bed beside her, laughing what the hell is up with women. Are they all confused and mental cases? I pulled her over onto my face her lips now puffy and swollen. Her sex as soon as my tongue went inside her was flooding out her juice.

I began to nurse as she pushed out. I cleaned her till the phone rang. "Oh hell," she said, "it's for me. I have to go. Tell them I'm on my way back."

She pulled up her black pants a white stain on the back of the pants from our juicy encounter.

"My God great fuck!" is all I heard.

That made me hard again. Damn it, but she was gone out the door.

"Oh man do I need a drink!" Holy crap this town has some horny women; must be the damn water.

Franke had stuck to the letter of our deal he wanted me locked in. He had screwed himself in his haste, he had me paying inventory estimated at a thousand. One clause I had to maintain it to the same level. No weekly payments until the fifth week. So I got thirty-seven days and the use of his stock of liquor was going to fund my deal now.

The average is twenty-two to one; I could earn twenty-two thousand dollars from the one thousand dollars of his booze. I just had to do it and make sure it all went in the register. I had a plan for that too.

I relaxed enjoyed a cocktail felling sated but still hot from this newbie, her scent still all over the room. A stain of goo the size of a saucer was at the bottom of the bed. She is very orgasmic, I thought.

I was lying naked on the bed taking a break when the door was tapped, a soft rap. I went to the eye hole; the girl stood there looking around a brown blanket in her folded arms with a big smile on her face. I opened the door butt naked.

"Oh good," she said, you are still not showered. She threw the new comforter on the floor in the corner. Reached out took Fred in her hand stroked my foreskin back and forth.

"Every time I cough or walk your come is leaking out of me. You need to fuck it out of me!" She laughed. "Or you can do that trick with your teeth on my clit again, I loved that."

I looked at my watch I had been gone less than an hour.

She saw me, "hey, look don't worry, I'm on my official break and told the bellman your comforter was horrible, beat him up for not noticing it. So I have forty-five minutes to an hour, you game? Can I have a smoke? How long have you known Franke?"

She asked as she slid her pants down and pulled off the loose fitting top. I froze in my tracks; my lust suddenly gone.

"You know Franke?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah, when he redid the club he stayed here a lot, months in fact. Hell I worked for him part time."

"You stripped?"

"No I did stuff and ran errands, typed for him. I would never strip. With these tits are you kidding? So you are the new owner!" She saw my frown.

"Listen, Franke called to see if the fax came thru, right after I came on shift. I recognized his voice, it’s quite distinctive." I nodded, she was quite right.

"Look I'll get in trouble if they knew I read the fax, but Franke sent no cover letter, so he called to see if I got it ok."

"Well discretion is a must, for awhile anyway, OK!" I looked at her trying to be serous.

"So the moment you knew my name you already knew the fax was there?"

"Yeah but I didn't want you to know I read it, but then you kinda flirted with me and well, Franke. I know of his swing club, I did papers on that too. He said you were pretty popular there, so I put two and two together. And came up with a big hot cock, but you are a lot thicker than I expected. So yeah, soon as you came thru the door, I was going to rape you ass, the rest was just a game."

"So you are saying I can trust you? No name tag girl!"

"I took it off didn't know how this was going to work out. If it went bad I didn't want you to have my name."

Smart girl I thought, why now do I run into all these women I'm just drawn to. Is there an ad out there that says I'm in an open marriage? Franke has a big mouth too, do I thank him or smack him. I smiled.

"Did it go bad?"

"Oh god, hell no, so tell you what you can buy my silence with a little more of that tongue action. And man we need to fuck some more, really."

"You ok with that then?"

"Hey I'll keep your secret, I did for Franke."

I licked my lips, I could see wetness leaking down her inner thighs like dripping honey back lit by the light's above the bed.

She looked down, "See what I mean, damn it."

I pushed her over, she landed on the bed. My mouth on her mound before the waves from the fall stopped the motion on the bed rocking.

"Oh yeah….yeah Right there, do that little thing you did before." She cooed.

"You like that huh?"

"Never had that before, seen it on porn, it feels hot, your tongue on my butt."

I rolled her over, pulled two pillows from the headboard and slid them under her hips. Her fine ass flared up and opened to me. I slid three fingers in her wet pussy, stroking her g-spot my arms went up my big hand opening her butt cheeks.

I let my hot breath flow out onto her anal opening... I saw her flex in anticipation and made my tongue hard, poked it into her. She groaned as her pussy flooded on my hand. I tongue fucked her fine ass for several minutes till she was crazy.

"Oh god,” she cried, fuck me now!"

"I slid up, her butt still in the air from the pillow's. My hard cock found her wetness easily, going deep as she groaned her approval. The little bit of time had allowed me to recharge. She felt me shaking and tensing.

"No…not in my pussy! Do it in my butt!"

"Oh hell," That sent me into overdrive. I felt her hands come around; one took my penis, the other felt for her anal opening. She got the tip lubed up moving it up and down.

Her ass was tight and hot as fire; I popped the head in with a little scream from her. She grabbed a pillow from the head board put her face into it. I felt her pulling me toward her, the lust in her wanting my cock to drive into her to the hilt fast,

I felt the resistance of her sphincter she pushes out and I slid in further past her tight ring. I felt her tense and cram her face into the pillow.

My hand went around two long fingers went up her sopping pussy. She was flooding. I slid the rest of the way in her tight butt. My nut sac slapped against her wet creamy gash.

Her deep groan became louder building to a scream. I rotated my hips around, stirring my cock around to get her accustomed to the feeling of fullness. I began to slide in and out of her.

"Come quick please, I'm getting sore, you are too damn big Jackson, she said. I rose up on my hand's began to slid into her quickly. She got into the motion; suddenly she was fucking back at me, begging me.

"Oh god, yes fuck my ass with that big cock! Come in my ass, Oh god yes please!" Her moans and the grasp of her tight ass overtook me. I exploded into her again.

"Oh god” She screamed..."I can feel it, yes baby; shoot in my ass!”

Her bottom became slick from my semen, my cock now sliding back and forth so easily.

"Oh yes, now it feels fantastic, don't stop, yes that's it, I'm gonna come."

Her moans building, my hand soaked under her. I felt her tighten and loosing on my probing cock.

"I'm gonna come, don't stop, fuck me harder."

I did, I gave her all I was worth her butt slick like warm butter. I felt her shoot girl cum onto my probing hand in her pussy. I shot again my shaft buried in her, the gusher of semen making her squeal in delight.

"Oh god, what a cock," she exclaims.

I left it buried till it had softened; slowly let it come out of her. I went down slid my tongue into her flowing pussy. She came off the pillow rolling onto my face, her legs to her side almost in a squat her vaginal muscles working in and out expelling her come into my mouth.

The girl was insatiable. She rode my face, all her weight on my mouth. I felt her let go a huge gush shot into my mouth as she groaned.

"Coming, oh, here it is, suck me!"

She burst open flooding me, her come lasted a full minute. She fell off of me, lying on her side giggling; her breath coming in waves. She reached over and pulled me up to her. I kissed her face her tongue came out, licking at my wet face.

"So is that pussy, too sweet?" She asked.

"Real sweet and just right,” I said.

"Well maybe you will want some more, some time. I'm only part time two nights a week; weekend's only. I work at the bar up the road, the wing place bartender."

Wow I could have guessed she acted just like Kandi. Female bartenders are a horny breed I guess. I can pass on Kandi for the night, I laughed. She didn't get the joke.

She went into the bathroom came out with a towel. Wet on one end all soaped up. She washed me really good, began to perform oral sex on me. I knew it was useless, but her persistence paid off. Soon I was hard, she got on me cowboy, riding back and forth.

I just laid back hands under my neck looking up and into her eyes, let her ride to her hearts content. I have no idea why but strange pussy on your penis make your nuts want to explode.

I think it’s the body reacting to new DNA or something. But I began to feel my testicles burning again. I knew it was coming, I looked up at her. I'm gonna come in you, better get off me."

She rolled both of us over together. I slid in her to the hilt as she drew me in, looking into her eyes as her heels locked me into her fully. She bucked at me while I came again.

"Oh hell, screw it!" She said. "He won’t want any for a week now. Sense we fucked tonight, he is good for about once a week." She laughed.

"Wow, this may be a very good stay," I told her.

She used the shower cap as we both took a much needed shower. She told me she would never let a cock that big in her ass again, "hurt like hell," she said, leaning into me. I slid a soapy finger around, slid it into her swollen pooper, she cooed.

I could feel my slickness still inside her. I soaped her up, she was getting frisky again. I told her "no way!"

"Well I'm on shift till seven a.m., so maybe a morning quickie." She smiled kissing me.