J. DARROLL HALL THE LOLLIPOP BOOK TWO

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 J. Darroll Hall

THE LOLLIPOP BOOK ONE

THE LOLLIPOP BOOK TWO

THE LOLLIPOP COMPLETE

CANDYLAND

ONE HOUR IN BED

The erotic adventures of AJ Halland series

BLACK/LIGHT

AIRGLIDE

ORIENT INFURNO

PYRAMIDS AFIRE

DESERT ATOMICS

HITLER’S FURY

STONEHINGE

MARS IMPLOSION

QUEST FOR PEACE

A family saga

APPALACHIAN PASSAGES

THE LOLLIPOP BY J DARROLL HALL

COPYRIGHT © 2009

BOOK TWO

WE OWN THE LOLLIPOP

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.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

My wonderful editor P.K. Spooner

Without whose help this would still be just a dream.

MY GRAPHICS ARTIST AND COVER GIRL

Julie Noel

I love the magic you create from my crazy ideas.

To all those who pushed and encouraged me to keep going
day after day, you know who you are.

THE LOLLIPOP BY J DARROLL HALL

BOOK TWO

WE OWN THE LOLLIPOP

PROLOGUE

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 1

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 2

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 3

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 4

"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 5

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 6

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 7

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.

CHAPTER 8

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.

CHAPTER 9

We both got out of the room; it was now an hour fifty- five minutes gone. This girl should go to the swing club; she could wear out all whole squad of guys. "Your secret is safe," she whispered as we got off the elevator.

She had the used towels and the comforter she went left to laundry. I went past the doorman he had a funny knowing grin. I just smiled. Crap I did it again; I had no idea what the hell her name is. I love the Marriott.

My wife was pissed both for the time I was gone and she had found out the bank machine didn't work; making it hard for her to bank big cash. I had told her to get'em hard send'em to the bank machine down the street. I hoped it worked. I didn't want her pissed, not tonight.

We were going to celebrate. Maybe with Kandi if I could recover before the night was out. I looked over to the bar Kandi was lit and naked except for my wife's skimpy thong. Damn what is it about fresh pussy? I folded the letter of intent put it in my back pocket.

I wasn't sure when to tell my wife we owned the club. If she got drunk and let it slip, she might just blow my plan. I wanted to be able to observe these people and not be hindered. Like a guy who just hangs around with nothing better to do. But I would in fact be running the place; a Trojan Horse (maybe a Trojan Stud Horse), I smiled at the thought.

When I got back to the club eight or ten more cars were in the parking lot. Maybe this was the late night joint, last stop of the night kinda thing. Every town has one. Let’s hope this is that place and I now own it.

I entered the building my big gulp in hand but it was now filled with pure Evan Williams I was drinking coke the rest of the night, I would spike my own. That booze behind the bar represented my future; I planned on using it sparingly.

I caught a smile from Kandi, I held the Newport's up showing her not one but two packs she ran at me a crushing big kiss on the mouth, she smelled of real vodka. Kandi was getting drunk and quite loose.

She was turning a smooch into a deep French kiss. I felt my rod harden and she looked down at it covered her mouth, letting out a big laugh. She brought her hips into mine grinding into me.

She nibbled my earlobe biting it, "that for me too" she whispered in my ear.

"That's your call," I said. Not wanting to tell her it might be too damn late.

"I'm calling it," she said "don't stick that in anything else in the place. Not till I'm done with it." She giggled grabbing my ass cheeks grinding against Fred.

She turned around holding my coat dragging me toward the bar my cock riding up her ass cheeks she was making it shimmy shake for me. I love it when a plan comes together.

She brought me behind the bar took my big gulp. "Don't," I said.

She sniffed it. “I’ll take care of you," she said; taking it from my hand.

She pulled me thru the small door that led to a back room.

"Just a taste" she said. She squatted, as the door closed her hands were quick my pants hit the ground. I was in her mouth one of her hands on my nuts the other on my shaft she pulled back "nice," she smiled, but pulled back sniffed it.

Looking up at me she took me down to her hand. My hand grabbed her hair now in ponytail, I pulled her deeper. Oh shit, I thought, this life is far better then the swing club.

She felt me begin to shake my testicles were sore now. It took only a few minutes she came off me her mouth open wide. The blast shot across the void to the back of her throat she took me back in all the way.

Sucking so hard it felt like she was pulling my testicles thru my penis.

She felt I was not spent yet. She jumped up turning, bent over with the tall stripper shoes her ass was high, her hands opened her cheeks "just a little," she cried.

I moved the thong string aside, went down on my knees lapped up her slit all the way to her little brown eye she gasped. I came back up slid into her easily, she was dripping wet from the oral sex.

I hit bottom and she grunted, pushing back into me this girl had a well worked pussy. I grabbed her hips slamming into her with slapping sounds. I hoped no one could hear.

We heard "Kandi, Kandi where you at?" It was female voice but not my wife thank god. "Shit," she said. She turned sucking me back into her mouth cleaning her cream and scent off my penis.

She stood up kissed me open mouthed I tasted her musty scent on her lips and tongue she was nice and clean but putting out strong flavor, "fresh pussy does it every time always has." She had me enraged again.

She looked in my eyes "that cock is mine, tonight," she said. "No one else" she said holding my stiff erection. "I'll cut it off," she smiled. "I'm serious!" "Don't put that in any of these other girls, it’s not safe." I nodded in understanding.

She kissed the head again, put me away and zipped my pants like nothing had happened.

"Hey" I said "no TP in the restroom's, a mess also."

"God damn it," she flew out the door.

"Dan you fuck-up get the john's done… now!” She screamed, “You lazy fuck…now!"

I was now running the club.

I looked around the back hearing Kandi doing drinks, I went exploring. I opened a closet, shelves of liquor, lined side by side four or five bottles deep. Well stocked I thought. Many top shelf brands. I closed the door opened a cooler thirty stacked cases of bottled beer and five kegs the cap's still on all except one. Four full kegs, I thought.

The next door I opened contained a huge floor safe. The bolt open it would not close like that, it stood slightly open. I nudged it open with my shoe. No prints I thought, it was empty anyway.

The shelves above were overfilled with throw-away 7/8 ounce shooters, bar napkins, the place was so over stocked it was shocking to me. Kandi kept her bar and supply's nice and neat.

I opened a door with a naked man on the face of it (a porno guy maybe). I was looking into the dressing room where three new girls were getting dressed; they seemed not to notice me or care.

Two other girls down at the other end in front of mirrors one saying "this is too small my lips are hanging out." She stomped her feet. Three of them were hot, two were just ok. This was a late night place.

I felt a hand reach around and grab my privates pulling me back, closing the door as she did.

"Peeking at the girls?" She asked kissing me.

"Just nosey, never been in a bar like this before, not in the back."

She nodded, kissed me again massaging my groin I was erect again.

"Quick" she said. Bending over the desk hands flat, her ass up high from the tall stripper shoes.

I got the message bending, I slid my tongue into her sex she was still slick with fluid and excitement. I raised and slid into her pulling her hips at me as hard as I could.

Embarrassed again but the burn came. I came too quickly her hand came thru grabbing my nuts, so I couldn't pull out. She was contracting holding me as she pushed out her own orgasm.

I bucked into her, she spasm several times. Her arm came around she got a handful of hair, yanking me forward. "Finish what you started, suck me again, I like the way you eat pussy."

I pushed her around with her butt cheek barely on the desk; she held her own legs up and wide apart for me. I attacked her open gash as she screamed.

"My God…" I worked her over the best I could muster.

She thrashed about trying to stay on the desk. I came up slid into her again bottoming out. She squealed as her hands went to my ass. She held on, riding me. I was bouncing her up and almost off me.

Slamming back in fully her arms clasped behind my neck. I exploded and so did she. One hand covering her mouth while hanging on me with one strong arm and firmly gripped hand; she was dancing on me like I was the damn stripper pole.

I sat her back on the edge of the desk clamped my mouth back on her sex and she exploded instantly into my mouth, a gut wrenching orgasm. She pushed out a flood into my sucking hungry mouth. This girl knew how to gush out a gusher.

Her hand muffling the screams the other ripping my hair out, I felt no pain. She twisted my face away pulling me to her mouth; her tongue already out and slid into my mouth. She moved all over my mouth tasting my mouth and lips savoring the flavor of our lovemaking.

I pulled away, "my wife?"

"She landed a big one" Kandi said "she's private for a Grand guy; had to hit three bank machines.” I laughed, we heard her name yelled again she moved her thong back into place a nice big wet spot, dribble on her thigh, she wiped it and put the finger into my mouth kissing my lips and her finger's with me.

"Never had that before; you could spoil a girl."

"Coming," she screamed at the door. "Literally" she smiled at her own joke and pranced out like a thoroughbred racehorse; her heels clacking on the wooden floor.

"Come out when you’re ready," she said, as the door closed.

I went over opened the cooler pulled an import, German out of a full box. I went to the desk turned on the desk light. I saw neat labeled files, daily receipts etc. I looked at the daily's found month to date summary. Franke was losing only a couple hundred bucks a week. Kandi was making it just small enough to keep him on the line and not replace her.

On the side I saw figure's in pencil, not a report. On the file jacket, if I was right, she was banking a grand a week. Once she did Franke's money I assumed kicked in. I bet I could pay her more than that and turn this place into a gold mine. Kandi was my new best friend, I closed the file.

Opening the door I went out with the beer in my hand. The bar was now somewhat packed the paunchy girl was helping with drinks. Kandi was cranking out drinks four at a time. "Shot for me" she would always ask, "how about the other dancers?

"Sure" they would say, I grabbed a bunch of shot glass's took four in my big hand went to the bar gun filled them with water, she saw me, the others didn't. She looked up from the ice bin.

"Nothing gets by you, does it?" She broadened her smile.

I smiled "nope" I answered, kissed her lips.

"Your shots," I said.

I sat them on the bar and watched the flow. Pretty soon I was tapping pitchers from the back and bringing glasses forward. Like I was reading her mind she loved me being back there with her. She booted the other drunken girl out and we took the bar.

She was fast and could take orders from every direction; yelling them back so I caught all the drinks. She would yell a drink name and shout the ingredients back to the customer. I would then know what went in a wet slipper pussy or sex on the beach, depth charge.

The night was flying by, my wife now the queen of this new place. Tess was in full control of the outer part of the bar area while Kandi and I ruled the bar and table sections. Every ten minutes the crowd seemed to be swelling in numbers. I realized this was the late night gathering place, a lot of dancers showing up from other clubs.

All the guys wanted the, "hot new girl, Tess." I made sure she had plenty of bottled water and sold drinks to every guy she sat with. I upped the bottled water price too five bucks as well.

She had them waiting in line, paying in advance now for the next use of the room. It was almost like a bid "Not enough" I heard her tell one guy. She asked the one beside him "you got big bucks boy?" She got them all in the end. The atmosphere was electric.

The DJ gave me shitty looks all night. He had done both bathrooms. I told Kandi he missed a lot. She busted his ass in front of everyone. He finally did the job right.

Kandi flirted with me all night as well as the paying customers. She would show guys her ass for a shot, kiss it for double shot. She looked over at me, wiped her brow with a swipe of the back of her wrist.

She puffed out a big blast of air, she needed a break. I kept serving beer's and drink's she had shown me the register, everything marked one button did it all computerized. It was familiar to me.

I felt her behind me a tall drink in her hand. She took my hand "let's go," she pulled me outside of the bar area,

"Chloe you got the bar, now girl!"

She sat me down on a chair against the mirrored wall handing me the cocktail she carried; I would have preferred a bottled water and her breath smelled of all the vodka shots somewhat putting me off.

"Here master," she did a bow like she was serving the king.

"Master huh?"

"You keep licking my pussy like that, I'll be your slave for life," she grinned.

She sat on my legs facing me; lap ride came into my mind, or trapped for that matter. She was burning an intense look into my eyes. I held her look steadfastly as we both grinned at one another, a fierce competition. She spoke first of course, I never loose the stare down, I could see she wanted info and I wasn't giving any. Maybe later, but not yet I thought.

"Who the fuck are you guys?" Kandi asked.

I held her stare, didn't speak and she kissed my lips tenderly, "please," she said.

"Just a guy out for a good time with my wife," I lied.

"Fuck that" she said "no way not you guys. People like you don't come to places like this."

"Maybe they should," I remarked.

"Tell me who in here is not having a good time?" I asked her.

"Your wife gave me the whole scoop," she looked into my eyes.

"Bet she did." I replied.

"I know about the swinging, all of it. She ain't a bit jealous, told me to fuck your brains out if I wanted, told me about that little trick with your clit holder too!" She touched my teeth."

"She would say that," I replied.

"What the hell is your name? Give me that at least."
"Call me A J," I said, after a pause.

"Well if that’s all I'm gonna get lets lap fuck; I'll show you how it's done right on the open floor!" She began riding my hard on.

She was so good she could have gotten me off if she had wanted to. She was just playing with me for now. She kissed on my ear and neck; anyone coming in would have thought this was my wife.

We looked like lovers.

"We only have an hour to go," I said.

"No way" she blurted back "this is going all night till the place empties."

Against the law," I said.

"Not here. Excise never checks this place; it’s always dead when they come in. They haven't been back for two and half years. The cops could care less."

"You're the boss," I said.

With stealth she got my penis out slipped it into her wetness sliding the thong aside. I was watching from the mirror behind her. I never saw a thing, nor did anyone else. She knew the right moves.

She just rode on like she had never stopped putting me inside her. I came, she came. She kept riding, until she climaxed again; my testicles were aching.

She said "break over," I nodded. She got me back in my pants.

"Meet me in the back. She said and ran with her legs held tightly together.

She was waiting at the edge of the desk she learned what she liked real fast. Wonderful, she must have talked to my Wife a lot. I had no secrets anymore.

She gut-wrenched franticly climaxing onto my sucking face until she was fully sated and satisfied.

We both snuck a beer from the back cooler.

"I want you guys to come back. I can show your wife how to bank major cash," she said.

I nodded "You mind if I help out a little around here… the place looks like shit."

"I would love some help, Dan's a lazy mother fucker."

"I'm not lazy."

"No your not," she slid a two finger into her gash and brought them to my mouth. She went for my cock, I pushed her hand away, "later" I said.

"Promise?" she asked.

"We got a suite, Marriott, I said.

"Is that an invite?" I nodded.

"We may close early then," she kissed me.

We clicked beers "it’s a date," we both said in unison.

"Come out the other way this time," she told me, "looks too obvious."

"Couple minutes," I told her. She checked her thong, clacked out the door. Mission accomplished in more ways than one.

I didn't go thru the dressing room. I walked out the door, beer in hand. The drunken girl was sitting on her ass, propped on a beer cooler the cover bending under her weight. Not sure I was going to like this one either, I thought.

I went behind Kandi real close she felt me and pushed back at me. Her hand came around grasping my groin again. I was at her ear.

"Still need my help?"

"Hell yeah, you ain't going anywhere, Master," she cooed, kissing me.

I smacked her ass "Get to work then," I said with a smile.

I grabbed some shot glasses made a drink for my wife I put eight drinks on a serving tray, "Chloe right?"

"Yeah I'm Chloe!" She slurred.

"Do me a favor go sell these drinks to the table where my wife is at. Collect forty bucks. The tall one and the bottled water are my wife's, the shots are strictly for you and the girls. Forty bucks; make one of those guys pay for it."

"Go," I said pushing her out once the tray was steady in her shaky drunken hands.

Kandi just smiled at me. "You are damn smooth A J… smooth mother fucker," she said.

"Let’s have a contest," I said, see how much we can push thru the register."

"On," she said, she went off selling drinks.

Chloe came back with a fifty; I gave her five and put five in Kandi's tip jar.

I asked "do you know how to use the automatic glass washer in the sink?"

"Oh sure" she said, "you want me to show you..."

"No but can you do all these glass's, were getting busy, please."

"Oh yeah I can," she went to it.

I went over straightened the bent door on the beer cooler might as well get this out of the way too.

"You might not want to sit here, it might cave in. "Ok!"

I went to the register it was a Sanyo electronic. We used one just like it at the detail center beside the car lot. I hit manager override upped the drink prices two dollars for every drink. Entered it, hit 0000 enter; they have never entered a locking code. The factory code is 0000. I put in my birth date as the code locking out anyone else.

No one noticed for an hour. I had Chloe running tables and bar back. I was trying to sober her up, sweat out the alcohol. The more sober she got the more she was into it. Chloe was one of those girls who constantly needed feedback compliments. I'm real good at it, but she required so much it was exhausting.

Kandi was really taking to me behind the bar with her. She was tossing me glasses and ice for me to catch. I thought of Tom Cruise "cocktail." We were I guess the only bar open in town, for carry out. The place was getting more packed by the minute.

Dancers from other bars were coming in to see what we were up to or get too go booze for the guys they happened to be hooking up with. I learned we had a three-way license we could sell carry-out, another big plus.

Kandi said, "A buck a beer to go!" I said "nine bucks a six pack!"

"That works," she said. "Hey the register is off" she said

"The price is higher."

"No one said shit to me, (true) leave it like that we'll fix it later," I lied.

"Strange," she said walking away. She came back a few minutes’ later empties in hand. "Hey Kandi you know a guy called Franke" I lied.

"Yeah the owner"

"He called."

"He never calls," she said.

"He is going out of town, a month on business.”Wants you to hold all the cash put it in the safe he said, don't make any deposits. Does that make sense?" I lied.

"Oh yeah, I know what to do," she replied, we went on selling drinks.

"My wife came up "take a break, Jackson." I got us both a real drink started to walk out Kandi grabbed me. "Can I get a kiss before you go on break?"

I looked at my wife she planted a big wet kiss on Kandi pushing my face in between, three way kiss. Kandi gasped, backed off. "Wow I love both you guys," she blurted out.

She grabbed my wife, "please come back, please. Don't do me like all the other girls. Please come back tomorrow just thru the weekend." My wife looked to me too answer.

"You're riding with us tonight Kandi we are coming back together tomorrow," She kissed us both.

We strolled off my wife's hip hitting mine. She was as tall as I was in the tall stripper shoes. She was on so many outfit changes I hadn't been able to keep up with it. All the swing club clothes were paying off for her. I saw several other girls in some of her older outfits.

"What's up, she asked, you the bartender now?"

"Kinda," I said."

"Is she really staying with us?"

"You want her to?" I asked.

"Hell yes, she's hot as fuck and is teaching me all the pole tricks guess what else she has never licked a girl. We tore each other up in the dressing room; I was her first girl thing."

"Then she is staying with us. You like this place?" I asked.

She opened the crown bag stuffed with bills, big bills some hundreds.

"What do you think, if that damn bank machine worked, I would be fat with more cash."

"Guess you got the job then," I said.

We got out of the club at five-fifteen a.m. The cash register had over twenty-seven hundred dollars in it "a record" Kandi said. She asked me to help her do the count to get out of the club faster.

My wife had a big spender in the private room. He wanted to leave with her...wasn't happening. She would make his cock and wallet dry before we left.

On the way to the hotel Kandi said she had to call the heating/cooling people, I told her not too. I would fix it tomorrow and she could teach my wife pole tricks while I did that. We all agreed.

I saw a dark Chrysler trailing behind me the whole way to the hotel. One right side marker light out on the bottom. We got to the room and all collapsed on the kings sized bed.

CHAPTER 10

My wife started to kiss me, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

"You smell like smoke," I lied. (She smelled of other men)

"Shower time" she said, "a quick one" she winked back at us. "Have some candy Jackson!"

I made drinks, strong ones. Now we were safe, no driving for awhile. Kandi got naked. When my wife came out Kandi was licking my erection, she was between my legs. In doing this a great club name had come to my mind.

I was propped up on two pillow's sipping a cocktail. Like a damn king, all I need was a fan and some grapes. Tess had a towel on her head, wrapped only as a woman can do.

She looked refreshed, clean as a whistle. But I wondered if her soul was scrubbed clean. She picked up her drink. Sipped it approvingly, sat it on the night stand.

"Share!" she said, moving between my legs with Kandi.

"Anytime," Kandi said moving over a little pushing my legs farther apart. They both took a side licking me into rage. I was begging for release so I could put Fred away for a few weeks, damn it, they however wanted to torture me and play.

"Hey Jackson, wan'na see how well I did?" She paused quickly, looked at Kandi knowing her mistake.

"Look, you guys look like good friends now, I said. We can trust Kandi right?" I asked Kandi.

"Sure," she sat up on the bed.

My wife grabbed the Crown bag opened it letting the bills fall to the bed. She and Kandi threw the bills up into the air.

"Let’s count it," they said in unison and laughed. My penis went soft. They were like little girls dressing dolls, but counting and sorting stacks of badly crunched and mangled money.

They were both naked on their stomachs, up on elbows; I decided to do a little torture of my own. I was at my wife ankles, bent over ran my tongue up between he cheeks digging my tongue in, until I got the reaction I wanted.

I moved to Kandi did the same thing she opened her divide a little letting me in. She liked it. I felt her push back at me I did my move, she let out a loud squeal but continued to push farther back at me.

"He's good at that," my wife told her.

"You're telling me," Kandi groaned as I wiggled my tongue.

I heard them say "sixteen-fifty" my wife's count, I assumed a new record.

"Kandi this is for you, my tip out," she said.

"We don't do that here," she told my wife.

I removed my tongue, "maybe we should," I told Kandi.

"Put your tongue back and do whatever you want," she said. I went at her hard then. I had her climbing to the headboard before I stopped. She left a six inch wet spot on the top bed cover.

I had a drink took a break. My mouth was musky. I liked it. They chatted about how to make more money and I heard what I was looking for, “damn bank machine."

"I can have it working tomorrow" I stated. They both looked at me in surprise.

"I do bank machines, side business," I said.

"What about the money for it?' Kandi asked.

"Easy give me the two grand out of the safe, Tess loan me three grand. I'll have it loaded and working today, when we open. They loved the idea. I now had my funds for the bank machine.

All withdrawals would come back to mine and my wife's business account when I put it online later today. I now owned the company; it was our money as of midnight last night anyway, the time of my fax letter.

"Kandi," I had a stern look. "I can't do this for free and I don't want to take anything out of your money. In fact I want to make you more money."

"I had the best night I have ever had," she said.

'Not enough, you see what my wife made. You can make that too. I'll watch the bar for you if you want to dance or privates."

She smiled her face lit up, "How will you make money?" She asked.

"Let me do the door and I want to charge for the room use, like other bars."

"You can do that," she said, "I can't keep track of it and that damn Dan is too lazy."

"Or stupid," I added. She nodded.

"Well then can I do it how I want too?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

"Let’s fuck now, enough business," she said

I watched my wife and Kandi compare there private parts they tasted each other, finger only to compare taste. They used their fingers to see who was tighter. I was raging hard again the whole time. They both literally used me till I was comatose.

I was in a bevy of Nymphet's. I slept for a short time I awoke to the bed shaking they were in sixty-nine; I guess my wife got Kandi over the girl thing fully. I slid into Kandi while she was on top of my wife.

My wife licking and nibbling under me; when I came, Kandi and my wife continued their mutual satisfaction. I however passed out again. I was sated for life...but I owned The Lollipop, I had decided on that name watching the girl's lick my privates like a lollipop.

We all awoke in one bed, didn't even need the suite. As it turned out it was free anyway, what the hell. I called down told them to hold this room; I was staying for a while. I ordered everything on the breakfast menu went to the shower. All I smelled in the room was hot pungent sex.

The bathroom had a big deluxe shower with glass doors. Separate bath with Jacuzzi tub I notice. Kandi must have heard the water running. She joined going straight down to my sore penis, we had oral and vaginal sex. My wife soon joined, I left them to play, I'm not a greedy guy and my testicles hurt.

I went over to the desk closed the door to the adjoining room. The coffee guy showed up quick. I had told them I wanted it, "yesterday."

They said "right away, sir." I love the Marriott; he walked out with a ten and a smile!

I looked at the back of the bill, it read "In room 821 till noon" a smiley face with a tongue poking out, no name. Oh hell, guess I need to run next door. Damn that fresh pussy thing again, can't get enough of it!

It was another suite right beside ours. I knocked softly looking up and down the hallway, it opened after the eye hole went black. I only had on the robe from the room. She was smiling and naked her black almost bluish pubic hair still glistening.

Well you made it after all. "Too bad you didn't get that note earlier; I only have twenty minutes now. Look I haven't been butt fucked sense I first let my boyfriend do it, but my ass is on fire, your come in there and all. You need to sooth it out again, deal?"

I turned her around pushed her back to the bed face down, took two pillows again got her booty high up. Slid my tongue into her; the smell of her already wet gash filling me with lust for her again.

She brought both hands around opened her cheeks wide. I began to slide three fingers up her lubricated pussy my hard tongue plunged up her rectum. She gasped put a pillow end in her mouth.

I tongue fucked her anus till she pulled me up, her butt lubed and ready.

"Go easy, I'm swollen!

I popped in just the head, her opening flared out on my swollen cock tip.

"Oh god, the hell with it, just do it, do it now, like you did before."

I went around with a hand over her mouth the other went up under her arm and shoulder to hold her. I plunged in felt her sphincter but I raged thru it as she screamed into my hand; I began to stir around inside her ass.

It was lubed from my two earlier ejaculates; she began to squeeze at my cock almost like she was sucking it deeper. I began to stroke into her.

"She moaned, yes baby, yes that's it…oh, god that feels so nice now, come in me again; it feels so good when you do that."

Yes it does I knew. It took the full twenty minutes but I did get off again. It felt like a new recharged full blast she groaned as I shot in her.

"Oh god, I can feel that all the way up my guts. Fuck me a little more, just a little."

I began to pound into her till she was screeching. The orgasm she shot out pushed my nut away from her gushing pussy. It made me want her again; I pulled out, hammering my cock into her pussy as she gushed out more. I went on screwing into her until she was in orgasm overload.

I felt a new glow inside my cock her secretion had me again, my cock wanting me to unload in her snatch and it wasn't long. We both gushed; she rolled out from under me got up onto my face. Her pot now musty but overflowing; I don't know how, but I suckled her pussy like a lamb to a teat. She finally pushed me back, sated fully.

"Oh hell, I'm late, see ya!" she grabbed her clothes.

I heard her wetting something she threw me a wet wash cloth, she wiped her own privates threw the cloth to me, "take these with you, straighten the bed cover like we were never here."

"Can we, well, maybe tonight? She smiled, I smiled and nodded.

"You're a fucking pervert, she said, my kinda pervert", she kissed me and was gone.

I went back in the sitting room side of our suite.
I opened my laptop and began updating my new numbers. My projections were way off, far too low. The numbers I now saw did impress me.

"Fuck you Todd and your god damn bank. I don't care if I see a dime as long as you go bankrupt fighting me for something I no longer want or need." I closed the laptop.

I had been focused, didn't notice Kandi and my wife were behind me looking, watching, only towels on their heads.

"Want some coffee?" I asked; pointing to the cart trying to divert their attention.

"Oh god yes" they both ran to get cups.
Kandi said "I love your husband, Tess."

"Welcome to the club," my wife replied kissing her a long passionate lingering kiss. Damn I felt my groin stir.

"Breakfast is on the way girls, we got fifteen minute's probably." We used it well.

The poor waiter who delivered it kept sniffing the air, he smelled sex. He was horny. "We needed give away cards," I said. To myself I thought free admission cards will really work.

"Time to go to work," I yelled out an hour later. The girls rode in the back both with stripper cloths under coats. I loaned Kandi my coat it almost dragged in the snow.

I found a Kinko’s; we did photos, cards and posters. The whole business was a mess, with me doing digital photos of two barely clothed strippers in various poses.

I really wanted to use my wife as my silhouette model but compared to Kandi strong upper body, and dancer leg it was no contest. I had Kandi sucking on a give away pen like it was a lollipop and the logo was born in moments.

I slipped the graphics guy a fifty for the fast service. The worker loved it, hating to see us go. We left with everything we needed, leaving a little clip of free cards for the guys.

I hit all the adult businesses. I let the girls pepper the place with point of sale crap and a notice that we were hiring. "Best comp. plan in five counties," I taunted. "Ask about our hundred dollar show up bonus."

The truth of the matter was none of these clubs had a comp plan for entertainers. We no longer hired just dancers; I was changing the entire face of the club, top to bottom.

We would have new girls out the ass with that lead-in line. I bought the girls five hundred each in new clothes, some at each store. I had the store owner agree to a discount for all our entertainers who bought clothes from them, twenty-five percent off. I agreed to hang their posters in our dressing room and restrooms, a very good trade I thought.

I sent the girls into the guard shacks at the big factories to pass out free admission cards and posters for the break rooms; promising the guy a free pitcher of beer if he gave all of them out. "Bring your entire buddy's," I said leaving.

It was close to four o'clock. I needed to work at the club, my wife needed pole practice. It took me twenty minutes to have the bank machine codes and another ten to have the heat fixed; clogged filters had the blower relay shut down. The one in the basement hadn't been changed in years. The basement was huge.

I had my bank machine codes from my processing company in thirty min's. I tapped into the payphone line and attached a blocker I bought from radio shack. If one item has the device, it blocks the other. No phone line conflict.

The girls practiced pole tricks for me. Kandi showed my wife how to flip over the dance bar leaving her crotch right in my face; I loved that one, and had never seen it before.
"We need a day shift." I told Kandi, she agreed. Bambi came to my mind.

"These factories run twenty-four hours; they always have lunch breaks or a shift getting off every four hours.” she said.

I smiled we were getting on the same page. She was showing excitement and that can be contagious.

'We need a buffet, lunch meat and salad." I said. "Fantastic" she said.

"Who can I get for day shift?" I asked.

"My friend Annie runs hip rider she'll leave'em in a heart beat to work with me."

"Call her in." I said "when" she asked. "Now" I said handing my cell phone. My wife just smiled at me the builder was in full mode.

I pulled out the sheets I had done at Kinko's. It showed the dancers getting seventy percent commission and gave them a buck a drink they sold and two for a fake drink.

They needed to get dollars from the customer for music now and put in a jar at the DJ booth he would get twenty-five percent to collect the money.

"Kandi who's that guy you ride with who is always around?"

"Jerry," she said

"Offer him the door job a buck a person; one free beer an hour."

She smiled as she took back my cell phone. I posted the signs; five dollars per song, to the house twenty for the private room, pay at the bar before you go back (Strictly Enforced in big letters).

I had plastic boxes for each employee and entertainer a label printer to apply the name to each box. I had these put above the cash register. All collected money went in your box for safe keeping with a running tab.

She had a clipboard I hung on a nail right in front of the bartender. It had spaces for drink sales one slash for a real drink, two for fake drink.

I checked my list:

Three dollars cover charge; keep two.
Seven dollars for dancer drinks; we keep five or six.
Seven dollars drinks for customers.

Ten dollars for top shelf liquor or multi alcohol drinks.

Three dollars draft beers. Four dollars bottled beers; and Five dollars for imports.

Five dollars for semi-private dances; and

Twenty dollars for the private dances (minimum of five songs), house gets thirty percent.

Kandi usually opened at eight or nine p.m., all my sheets said tryouts at 7:00 p.m. sharp daily. We had one hour till open (the new, improved Lollipop). My wife pulled me aside…

"What the hell are you doing Jackson?" She had a smile so damn big, I couldn't hold my steady expression. My face broke open in a smile.

"Did you buy this fucking club, did you? Come here!" she dragged me to the ladies room.

"You would not be doing all this shit for nothing Jackson. Give it up?"

"We are employees, act like it for the time being. I need thirty days to get this place off the ground."

I showed her the letter from my back pocket.

"Our secret,” I said "not even Kandi. We are just helping where we can, that's all we say for now."

She kissed me, "I love you" she said. "I own my own strip club. God Jackson you are my magic man!"

She left me standing in the girl’s restroom it was clean TP in every stall I was now "inspecting what I expected."

Before we opened Kandi pulled me to the back a "quick fuck" she said. My wife was cleaning tables and polishing mirrors. Kandi lied it was not quick she was in heat, so was I. She wanted her, "new thing experience" twice in fact.

She was hooked on oral vaginal orgasm she was a squirted now. We hadn't even opened and my testicles were giving me a pain signal. They would just have to suffer. Thirty-six days to go.

At six forty-five we had fist pounding on the door. Kandi opened it five girls with carryall bags were rushing thru the door. They all wanted to know about the hundred dollar bonus.

She referred them to the new manager, me. I gathered the girls in the dressing room; told them to strip, this was the tryout, and they did giving me no grief. They were all from the big club and boy they were all hot!

I checked their bodies for any boils; I had a new rule of no band aids unless you have a doctor’s letter clearing you of communicable diseases. They all passed, one girl I told her she looked unfit and maybe she needed to do a little shedding. This made the other girls giggle.

These girls were pro’s, they could care less that they were naked. They all flirted; some even grabbed my ass for a squeeze. I squeezed back to hoots and hollers.

They all agreed to the independent entertainment contract that my wife had typed out, commission plan, and loved the drink commission. I told them if they got me a new girl who worked four nights straight they got a hundred dollar bonus at the close of business the fourth night.

This did several things for me it got all the girls as recruiters. It got them promoting the club. It got them to make sure the girls showed up. They themselves would show up more often to monitor their own referrals.

They all grabbed their cell phones and began speed dialing. When the previous entertainers showed, I told the mother/ daughter of a pending board of health inspection.

They would have to go to another club till we cleared it up, I lied. I told them to go to the Body Glove. We had just hired some of there girls (true) they left happy. I offered to give them a reference.

I told Chloe she was promoted to bar assistant. I made the title up, she was elated. I told her to do the jobs she needed to do more fake shots and not get drunk; can't count money when you are blasted.

She liked the new drink commission. She was a very happy alcoholic. I put her on no more than two real shots per hour, if she danced in rotation. I knew the dancing would sweat out the alcohol.

I told her I would fill in at the bar if she had dances or privates, she was ecstatic. Wanting to kiss me, I passed, hand shake I thought.

Two of the girls from last night showed up. I had been waiting for the first to confront me on keeping their money behind the bar. They said no one was keeping their money.

I informed them it was the Clubs revenue and I guaranteed them to go home with more money, if they followed my plan. Once I hit them with the bonus plan and drink commission. They got on their phones also.

I walked out of the dressing room and saw twenty or thirty guys around the dance bar. The new girls knew how to pull cash like magic. I went to the DJ booth announced our bank machine was working they all cheered, a line began forming.

I was charging ten bucks per hundred the same as all the other clubs. Two guys were at the bar wanting to pay for dance fees, one lap, one private. I put the money in my box. This money would fund the bonus program.

. Kandi grabbed me pulling me too her.

"I want you back here with me tonight." she pouted

"Let me work the floor a little while. Where's the DJ?" I asked turning it back on her.

"He may get here by ten, who knows sense he's not riding with my guy. He's on the door, three bucks right?" she asked. I nodded.

"I'm gonna work the sound till the DJ gets in, you don't mind."

"It's complicated" she said

"I used to build them, long time ago." I said. "Jacks Of All Trades huh, save that cock for me. Don't fuck the new pretty girl's tonight." she somewhat begged.

I nodded, "just for you tonight." I felt bad, it might be a lie.

These girls were hot and part of my plan was to do privates with all these new girls. I wanted to know several things; how good each girl was; as I had already had guys asking for recommendations and I did not want to lie. I wanted a feel for who were players and on what level.

Who would scam instead of earn. Sitter money, my phone's getting turned off. On and on and on...etc.
I saw my wife on the dance floor with Honey, a new one.

They were in a simulated sixty nine position, licking thru thongs. The crowd was out of control already. I just needed to throw some gas on the fire. I told Kandi "you got waitresses out the ass tonight, use’em," she looked puzzled.

"Remind the girls they get a buck for every drink sale. They are your sales force Kandi, work'em and make'em tip you, too. You get ten percent of all of it at close." I reminded her.

Her eyes lit up I could see the numbers rolling over in her mind, a big smile crossed her face. It was all coming together in her mind. She grasped the plan fully now.

"Jackson" she puts her arms around my neck. "Please don't leave, don't ever leave."

"Maybe I won’t, but let’s see how much we can push thru here tonight."

I walked to the DJ booth big cocktail in hand; a continuous burned CD was playing. I looked over the equipment. It was the exact system I built for a super bar in the disco days.

Three big Crown dc one thousand amps, strapped for four ohms, mono. Two other amps, one for the dance floor hi-tops, and the speakers sprinkled around the bar.

Cool, lots of power and a mixer board with two CD changers. The controls still had the labels for easy reference. Hell, I may have made this electronics board with my own hands. It's what I did in the mid 70's before I got into the car biz.

I put on the headphones, got the mic close to my lips. Put the mic to headphones only. I started talking listening to my own voice too tinny. I worked the controls getting the mic set. I sounded good.

I set the equalizers to where I like'em. I pulled out a Metallica CD. I loaded "Whiskey in a Jarro" an old Irish whiskey drinking song stepped up to a modern music mix. Checked the levels tweaking the Equalizer to where I like them.

I cranked the level on line two. I was going in loud and proud. I caught the song beat for beat. I hit the master for the light controls. It turns them all on. I got under the counter where I knew the old relay computer would run the lights and floor panels.

I engaged chase, run, and follow music beat. It would make the whole dance floor come to life. Dan was a true dumb ass for not using this technology, or Lazy. I set the fog machine to pulse, a slight belch of smoke ever fifteen seconds.

I looked out at the crowd they were into it, but they had not seen a show like this. When I was fifteen thru twenty I worked sound and lighting. I got to a point where I custom built them for clubs. In that job I had to shake out the systems.

I would DJ for the first week of a new systems life, with back up components for failures. It was like riding a bike, and I was back onto the bike peddling fast. I faded in the mixer, line two engaged.

The guys went nuts for the hard rock of Eddie Van Halens soaring guitar solos, they cheered. The girls shouted, “Real DJ, real DJ.”

"HELLO KOKOMO." I boomed from the Mic. "Get ready for the “best damn show in Kokomo." That would be my new tag line.

The music sounded fantastic, the big JBL's blasting out, everyone stopped, looked my way.

"We're gonna blow the fucking roof off this place tonight.

You, guys want an all skate?" I boomed at them.

"Fuck Yeah," "all skate" "all skate" they chanted. I heard Kandi clapping screaming "all skate" with them. She didn't even need a mic she was so loud.

"All dancers to the dance floor, all skate."

The place went wild as the new girls, my wife and all the other girls ran for the dance floor tops an bottoms flying on the stage. I worked the crowd till Dan arrived, 11:00 p.m.

I saw Kandi shouting at him. I think she was blasting him big time.

"Do as he says or get the fuck out, he runs the show now! Not you. Staying or going Dan, I'm swamped..."

"Fuck," he stayed.

I put down some new rules. I wanted intros for all dancers. I wanted tables dances and privates announced. I had been doing it customers loved it, the girls loved their names. It made them truly feel like professional entertainers. I informed him this was rock and roll night "no fucking hip hop."

"Won't work they like the rap and hop, gangster stuff." he spun the lie to me.

"Look out at this crowd you see anyone complaining. These fifteen CD's that's the play list, and I want light changes for each girls new outfits change, mix it up, put on a real show."

I knew this fuck was going to torpedo everything I had going, so I took it out of his control. I was going to leave all the money I had collected for music and tips, and he would get his cut.

My mind changed in a Mila-second, he could earn his own money. The guys had been very generous with me. I had over two hundred stuffed in the tip jar on the speaker rack. I grabbed all of it out in a big wad.

Hit the mic button "all skate girls dancer dives take all you can get out with two fingers." I stuffed all the bills down my pants and lay back on the dance floor; the girls (all of them) ran to get in line. Soon half the customers were on their backs not wanting to miss out on the action, doing the same thing.

Monkey see, monkey do. Drunk monkey, do more.

I walked away when my pants were pulled down to make sure I was truly empty. Dan was still bitching. The girls had bills flared out like turkey feathers. "Now see if you can slow down the party, you fuck!

He took over I had everything set for him, all he had to do was sit on his ass and chat up the crowd.

Kandi had kept me in drinks. I never had to ask she was just there with it and I had to thank who ever she got to buy them, my new rule was we don't give booze away.

"By the way" she said to me, "you have twenty-five drinks rung up but not fixed yet." "Holy crap" I smiled

The girls were now spoiled I had done a special thing for each entertainer. I did a special set for Kandi. Choreographed the lights and sound she didn't know it could be done. Her set got her over a hundred dollars for a two song set in tucked singles...

She said it was a record, I told her that record wouldn't last long.

I changed the dances set from three too two songs. Each girl got to do their last songs going around the bars asking guys "you wan'na buck me baby." They all had dollar bills around there thong feathered out. They all turned the money in at the bar.

We had to recycle ones they were running out. I caught one girl cheating; she had money stuffed in her boots. I told her no second chances. I won't let anyone cheat you don't cheat the club or the other workers. Take a time-out in the dressing room. I'll let you know if you still have a job. Pass the word I told her, it'll go in your favor.

All the girls with boot suddenly went to the bar with cash. They all now could wear better shoes. They knew they couldn't cheat me unless they put it in there putty, would I check that.

Damn right. I went on a pussy check. I caught one right away all I had to do was check the dance sheet and privates marked, her box above was light, and her box below was stuffed. I got her to go in the women's rest room.

My hand held the door closed so no one cloud come in. She was one of the hotter ones and I didn't want her to leave. I called her on it she looked to the ground "busted" she said. "I'll let you take it out if you don't fire Me." she said.

She got on the sink table pulled her thong over her pussy was fine looking, like two delicate ears looking at each others, with a nice little bud poking out at the top.
I put my thumb on it rubbing it back and forth. I slid my fingers in deeper than I had to.

She moaned a fake hooker moan. I smiled, she smiled. "Later I told her." I gave her the rolled hundred dollar bills, damp from her snatch. Gave her the spiel about how dirty money is. Told her to douche, wash the bills off and if she wanted her job spread the word.

She pulled me back in the bathroom after a few minutes. "Fresh, clean and very empty; try it." I went in for a taste, she was correct on all counts. My erection told me the cold air outside was calling.

I didn't want to slow down for sex, even though every fiber in my body wanted nothing more than to leave a different kind of deposit in her putty.

I had set the register to spit out an hourly cash flow and so far we were at five hundred an hour. I knew the after midnight crowd would move the number higher. I moved out to the parking lot. It was somewhat filled, cars were askew.

The lot had not been scraped of snow. I would correct that tomorrow. We still had plenty of parking with five city sized lots.

I went to the bar Kandi, had a fresh drink for me. I love this girl I thought.

"How is the system working?" I asked

"Perfect. I got some hundreds that smell like pussy thou. Wonder how that happened" she winked at me. "I might be cheating too," she said heading for the back.

"Chloe you got the bar. NOW!" she screamed.

I followed with my drink in hand. Kandi cleaned my clock I cleaned her everywhere.

She asked if she could stay with us again "better make that my wife's decision."

"She already said yes Jackson." She was now using my nick name sans action.

I asked about her husband, she said she never fucked him. He was a low life living off her. "Stay as long as you like then," I said.

"Where are you at so far tonight? I asked

She kissed me "New record" she mused.

"It's early," I said.

"Then fuck me again, if it’s early. I did, my nuts were screaming; wanting to move to anyone else's body. I needed a break, a Kandi break. My sweet tooth was waning.

I went out noticed the DJ not on the podium, I noticed the CD had repeated. He was not in the bathroom but I heard a noise from the women's restroom, walked in and too my surprise. Who would be bent over hands flat on the sink counter, getting slammed from behind, my wife getting fucked by Dan the DJ.

She knew I wanted to rid the place of this guy, so I guess this was her attempt to stick it to me. I turned as she looked at me smiling, as he came inside her.

Me and the two bar girls hit it hard trying to pump up the sales. Chloe wanting praise at ever moment, she drove me nuts, but she sold the hell out of drinks and fake shots.

At midnight I did a register check. It read $2889.00; I did a quick scan of the boxes. I needed a quick reference system. Banded four fold was a hundred; banded tri-fold was five hundred; banded half fold was one thousand dollars. Small, medium, and large, seemed right to me.

I could now quickly do my thirty percent. We were on the way towards over ten k gross for one night. I was pleased we were going to run out of booze before thirty-six days were up; a bad problem to have.

I took a drink went looking for area's to help out. My mind thinking I should drive and see Bambi in Indy. But I found instead the young hottie with the now empty twat.

She was with a broke fucker, several girls had reporter it. She came to me like a flash, when I nodded to her.

"Want a drink?" I asked

"I don't drink, fucks up my money, she said.

"Good girl, smart." I said, "up for a private," she smiled.

"You got a free one coming."

"Nope, I'm a paying customer right now. I'm on break, but I want half price ten bucks a song.

She gave me a weird smile, led me to the private. She got all the way naked keeping her thong in one hand; I sat her on my lap. "Let talk for a minute," she was surprised.

Fred needed a rest, I really wanted this little future porn starlet but Kandi had me spent. I spent two songs learning all I could about her.

"Show me your best moves" I finally said. "I want to be able to tell the guys how good you are. Get you some business off the floor, big spenders. I can spot'em easy."

She took off my pants, put them at my ankles. It was my turn to be embarrassed my white boxers glowing under the black light; the fly open with Fred smiling at her. She looked in my eyes.

I could tell she felt the lust wafting up leaching out of my sweating body. Hot from the small confined area. I could see between her thighs and the wetness was sparkling in the v of her crotch.

The scent and sight of it made Fred do what I did not want him to do. He pointed at her almost instantly she held her hand over her mouth. "Wow, nice trick."

She saw me looking at her shaved pubic area and slipped two fingers thru her wetness rubbing it under my nose and burrowing into my mouth. I knew immediately she had full control back here. I was just putty.

She was young but she was a pro at this game. She gave me the whole show I lasted five songs the last pure raw sex. We had agreed on half price ten a song, fifty bucks. She was like my wife and Kandi, she was a nympho; she loved to do it all. She finished me lap riding. I was fully inside her young bucking body.

"Do that thing I heard about. She cooed in my ear biting hard on my earlobe. "You owe me that." And in fact I felt I did owe her.

I gave her the special treatment she was standing before me I was seated she was tall anyway five-eight plus stripper heels. She liked my tongue but wanted more. She pushed my head back while her other hand pulled my leg out. I sank down on my butt as she forced my head back into the old bar chair; then planted her sex firmly on my mouth.

Grabbing two handfuls of hair…her legs to the side of the chair she had me trapped. She went nuts on my face, riding the hell out of my mouth till she truly go, her own flooding orgasm...another one hooked, I thought.

Her name was Anna. Anna belonged in playboy, she was that good, her body hard as a rock. Her tits looked fake they were so firm and big, 36's full C cup.

I told her if she gave me thirty days she would never work at another club. She told me if sucked her pussy like that a few more time, she would marry me. She agreed to work for me exclusively, "don't forget the bonus money I told her."

I took her to the bar let her watch me take fifty from my box and put in hers. We both now trusted each other. I gave the DJ a break to do a smoke run; he had orders from half the bar. He would be gone awhile.

As soon as the door hit him in the ass the whole crowd got up and applauded, they would not miss him.

I got back on the mic, "HELLO KOKOMO."

"What do you guys think, you like the new club?" They all screamed and whistled; some of the dancers joined in. I could see my wife in the private room (you can see it from the DJ booth). She was laid back in a chair; a guy seemed to be moving up and down.

I said to the crowd "We will have a panty sale top of the hour. You pay the girl enough; you get to remove her panties…with your teeth."

The crowd went nuts guys saying "Now! Do it now. "Nope not now stick around we ain't no where near done tonight." I boomed into the mic.

"Lets play rock and roll trivia for shots guess right I buy you one, guess wrong you order and pay for your own and one for me. Wan'na play?"

They went crazy I played van Hagar didn't matter if I won or lost the shot cost me fifty cents it cost them seven dollars a loss. Vegas odds, the house can't lose. On the first question eight guys got it wrong, wow I love this new gig!

The other problem I knew I was going to have was my wife was becoming the star of this club. If it kept going like this she would be the star of the town. At forty-seven she would never want to give up this celebrity. She would not want to just be the club owner.

Kandi loved all my little tricks and spins to the crowd. She needed more bartenders. I needed another bar area, maybe it that unused corner.

CHAPTER 11

I saw him sitting there again same outfit same black ball cap alone no drink. I hit a fixed spot. It shined in his face clacking on and off to the music beat. I locked it on constant it stopped flashing lit him up real good.

He stood up and left the bar. Who is this guy I asked myself.

I turned it over to Dan after I did the panty sale. It was great some girls got a hundred for a guy to pull there panties off, they all have thongs underneath. It was more of your letting a girl know she was your favorite.

The guys didn't care they got a chance to smell some young fresh putty. They asked to do it again top of the hour I said. I left the DJ booth. I had a plan it was to keep guys here drinking and not floating from bar to bar.

I tried to make it like a movie you had never seen before. You never know what happens next. So far it was working well; we now had over two hundred people in the bar. We had over twenty dancers now on the rotation board I had created; with new ones flowing in all the time.

I got Kandi on a system of ID, contract, then they had to hang till their first set. No privates, VIPs or lap dances till they hit rotation. All they could do was sell drinks. This also kept the guys there waiting for them to come up.

I saw another one of the hottie's; she was fine as hell, a killer pooper. "Private?" I asked.

"For you" She asked. “Hell yes!" she yelled, pulling her arm down in a Ka-ching motion.

"Ride'em cowboy" She yelled. "My turn to ride that face… hope you're ready for me big boy." She smiled, pulling me toward the private room, shit… word moved thru here fast I though.

Her name was Naughtia, dancer name I knew. I went thru the same as with Anna. She had already talked to Anna and wanted the special thing; we tore each other up.

No matter how many times you come you will still get it up and going for Fresh. Your cock has fresh pussy radar and it does rule you. The nature thing I thought, spread the seed, but thank god I had no seed, clipped. I gave her fifty told her to spread the word. She kissed me prancing off toward her box behind the bar, wet panties and all.

We closed late again, selling a shit load of carry-out. The liquor stores were closed on Sunday and they shut down at ten p.m. on Saturday night. We were somewhat the only game in town for awhile. I had Dan the DJ make announcements every half hour after midnight about carry-out.

I had to refill the bank machine twice; five grand a pop. I used the sales money from the bar. We now had plenty of money going to our home account and this was only day two.

I took all the girls to breakfast at the Waffle Shack. We requested a banquet room in the back of the diner. Other tables filled with stripper from other club were throughout the place. I wanted them to hear how successful most of our girls hand been for the night. Not a single girl made less than a thousand dollars who worked the entire night bell to bell.

I knew breakfast would spread the word quick. Some girls tried to join. I told them I was buying strictly for our entertainers. "Next time, please, I told them.”Entertainers Huh" the girls asked. I wanted my girls to feel exclusive and a bit of celebrity. They loved it, now these girls wanted to be entertainers as well.

I let them order what they wanted. Most went for the prime rib special ten bucks, a fucking bargain compared to the Marriott. Ten dollars for a roll and coffee, continental my ass, those guys know how to take your cash faster then strippers.

My wife and I had biscuits and gravy, eggs on top bacon, sausage link and patties'. I had grits she didn't. Kandi hung close so did another little babe she was vying for my attention. My wife also had a little hottie hanging on her. I guess the word had spread we were swingers and open for play.

Kandi was becoming possessive. I needed her to be a swinger too, not my date. We would work it out. They handed out a shit load of free cards, I gave the girls plenty. I had a space on the back for their name. They felt like they owned their own little business.

A fuck business "why give it away free" I remember my wife saying. I felt like the pimp of Kokomo. We left the bill was over three hundred dollars. I would expense that.

The girls had paid me room money plus thirty percent of earning. I also got the music and door cut. Kandi was in heaven we did over ten thousand total. Her tip-out was over a thousand she had done privates, while I watched the bar.

She picked up on the bank machine right away. I know she banked big time a big wad of bills in her front pocket. Even with the ten thousand I left in the bank mach. I still had lots of cash. I couldn't wait to see how my wife did; she told me she was raw and sexed out. Yeah right, I'll believe it when I see it.

We went to the room two other girls rode with us they were from out of town. I told them they could have the pull-out. Several other girls got rooms close to us. My little gal at the front desk was very happy. I still didn't know her name.

I could tell from the look on there faces they wanted a hot sex party they had the look. My wife had a date thousand dollars for thirty minute to an hour. The guy was staying at the Marriott. So it was no problem.

One of the girls invited a black guy a personal trainer. He was built like a freight train and the lump in his jeans flashed in neon HBC, "huge black cock" Kandi vouched for him he was good to go, trustworthy. "For a short time" I informed them. Two big cocks four girls, I liked those odds, Vegas odds I smiled.

We hit the room; the girls toked up a joint. I played bartender, I now had the room stocked. I walked out of the bathroom my wife went for her last guy of the night. I went in the master suite. One of the new girls was sucking a huge jumbo black snake, he put me to shame. The other girl was licking Kandi's sweet pussy. I got erect immediately.

This reminded me of a big room party at the swing club; I slid my cock into Kandi's open mouth. She had me rock hard and buttered like corn on the cob. Small cob I thought as I looked at Deric. I went around the other girl licking Kandi. She had her butt in the air an invitation, I knew.

I got down licked her first, got her sopping wet which she already was. I slid in lasted no time came in her she rolled over on her back her legs spread she had been taking to the other girls. I gave her what she wanted, she loved it; wanting more.

The black guy mounted the little Blond he was massive on her. I moved to the back of them, so I could see his cock going in her. He looked too damn big. She screeched with joy as he plowed her fertile sugar walls. He came quickly too, eliminating some of my embarrassment.

Pulling out he went to the bathroom to wash up. I couldn't resist looking at her wet snatch. She saw me and motioned too me, whispered in my ear "do me" pushing me to my knees with her heels around my neck.

I was getting one hell of a reputation, she loved it. The guy got with the other girl. Kandi was licking his nuts while he pounded into her. He came; Kandi cleaned his cock off this time.

I did my job, she was begging me and it got me hard again. My wife got back quick. I asked how it went. She flashed the money sign rubbing her fingers back and forth, she had banked. She saw the big black cock and went straight for it.

This guy was a fuck machine. He made her scream like the fires of hell, she squirted all over him. He came inside her she sat on my face while Kandi sucked me; then went for a ride. By the time morning had shown thru the window. We had all fucked each other at least once, some twice.

I sent the black guy packing the girls kissing him begging for a return party. I bet he never paid for "privates" and he got fresh all the time. This was his disco era. We still all slept in the big king sized bed.

We did nothing but sleep, fuck and eat from room service. The black guy came back over at noon. The party was back on. Kandi wanted to go to the other Clubs that were open on Sunday.

I asked, "Can they do that?"

"If you have a Sunday license," she said "we have one too." she smiled.

We all hit the Clubs they weren't packed but it was early. Kandi told me that had to shut down at twelve-thirty on Sunday; she winked as she said it. I told her to get on the phone were opening at five p.m. tonight. Thirty-five days to go.

My wife and I got a private moment at dinner, I bought again. I asked about her guy from last night.

"He was strange, he couldn't get hard. He wound up getting off while eating me out. It was the easiest money ever made. He was too small to fuck anyway. I didn't even go down on him. He shot on the floor with doing his thing."

She told me she pretended to come for him but it was all a fake. Thirty minutes, ka-ching. She split, came back for our party. She had made over thirty-five hundred for the night; she loved this new business.

We went to the club to open for our first Sunday, entertainers already waiting for us to open. New girls also waiting to try out and work, that was the bonus money kicking in I knew.

We got open and all set up. Had things pretty well rocking sense we were all working. If you can call all this partying, working that is. It did not seem like Sunday nor did it seem like true work.

I told my girl's, yes they were now my girl's and referred to each other as Jackson's girl to others they met who might try to entice them back to this or that club. I now had a good core to work with and needed to test my system for weakness. The best way to do that is set policy and procedures, then disappear for awhile.

See how things run on there own. Find out who will step-up and who will go out on there own to try to tear things down. I wanted to see what kind of pissing contest would erupt in my absence.

I had gone over the full contracts from Franke and had pages of notes and changes to suggest (demand). I also felt bad about all the money I had made in two short days. Yes I had in fact earned that money, but as a previous customer and good guy. I wanted to put things right as far as he and I were concerned.

I did not however want to tip him to my early success. Near as I can tell I was up fifteen grand not including my wife's money and be clear, that was her money. She worked hard for it.

We agreed on a plan her personal money was hers to keep, my personal money was room fees, dance fees and half the tip-out. I would be motivated to keep collecting it those fees. The entire bar money would go to overhead everyone was happy with this and she had great self esteem now as a big money earner.

I didn't leave anyone particularly in charge, testing them again. I told them I had an important meeting had to do it tonight, which was in fact true.

If word got back to Franke about the changes to the club, he could move from fast track to have me locked into slow track. Squeeze every dollar out of me and the business. He liked me but let’s face it, money talks and bullshit walks.

I used to tell people in the car business " the fastest way to get on back your feet is to miss your Car note." You will be walking. It was a big sign that sat above my head, that customer stared at the whole time they were signing contracts.

Franke was probably like me in some ways. So I needed every base covered and had a check for ten grand in my pocket. In case he had heard the good news of my newly found success.

I had my wife sign and we notarized the letter of intent but I needed signed contracts showing us as owner three days ago. I set off on my four hour round trip drive to his mansion on eighty-five lush acres. His property was one miles from his Indy club so I might make a pit stop to see Bambi.

If I could steal her for day shift bartender, that would be a big plus for both of us. The sex with her was one hell of a bonus (I can not lie about that). I had already called ahead to warn Franke so he was expecting me at whatever time I made it. He wanted my wife along; I didn't.

Her face is not capable of playing poker. She can be read from a mile away and she knew it. This was all on me. The black guy Deric I had learned was now part of the group and he was my new head of security.

He was the girl’s personal trainer (great and handy fuck). For me it was like having a ready made porn movie. Just pop Deric and any girl in the VCR (bedroom) and Wallah, instant porn on the biggest screen in 3-D.

The DJ didn't want to work I guess, sense he had screwed my wife he felt empowered. So I put the girls on having the customer feed the juke box, we get half the money from the vendor and it’s a dollar a song.

At three min per song I figured about two-fifty for the shift tonight in song profits. Yeah it sucks Strip Clubs get it coming and going. Just like Vegas baby, as the guy used to say sucking the lollipop. Fitting I thought.

I pulled into the Indy club and parked at the back door. I called the club. "Babydoll” “yeah" she said "Jackson here" "yeah baby where you guys been?"

"My wife's kinda down right now, got her a personal trainer he's kinda pumping her up getting her in shape and all (true). You wore her out Babydoll (big lie)."

"Yeah it happens to newbie's." she chuckled.

"Babydoll lost my wallet." I lied.

"It's not here Jackson and I wouldn't lie to you, ya know."

Yeah right, I thought.

"Hey Baby is that little waitress working, let me ask her. I call her Bambi."

"Yeah Bambi's here. She likes that damn new name. I don't know what to call her anymore her she is."

"Come back and see me, bring your wife back. Here she is!"

"Hey Bambi, Jackson, don't talk listen. Say out loud no Jackson." She did.

"I'm out back, if you can take a break right now just say bye Jackson and hang up." The phone was dead and the back door was opening before I got my phone closed.

She jumped in my car attacking me. She had a room key for the cheap hotel. Franke had a minor porn star in for two days, and Bambi was tasked to go check out of the hotel and pay any fees. How convenient, I thought.

The room was wrecked lamps turned over, beer bottles laying on the carpet half full. The balance spilled on the carpet. On the bed was a fuck stain like the porn star got hold of the local sports team. Used condoms lying around, "at least she practiced safe sex," I mumbled.

The room smelled putrid. Bambi pulled out body spray and made the smell somewhat breathable. I covered the come stains with towels, sheets and the bed cover upside down. Bambi still had her flaming bush. I trimmed it with my teeth for quite a while.

She got serious for the real thing and got me every way possible, making me do her after each orgasm. I staggered out of the room; sorry I had stopped to see her? Hell no. I had at least three hours recoup time going back north. Kandi was waiting on me. Damn it.

I hit the code Franke had giving, his electronic gate opened. The guard shack was boarded up. No longer needed, I assumed. I drove down a winding drive, well maintained and snow removed. Every tree seemed lit up, lights lined the drive every six feet; it was like a Vermont postcard.

I swing around a sharp bend and the world lit up. It looked like a cross between a ranch house and that house the famous architect built over the creek his name or the property name escape's me. It'll come to me; Wright something.

All the sex may be killing memory cells, need to ask the Doc. I stopped trying to figure which way to go, it was like Disney World fantasy village. I saw a light being flicked on and off and drove that way.

CHAPTER 12

As soon as I stepped out of the car, I heard the rushing water and it came to me; Falling Water by Frank Lloyd Wright. I wondered which was a more expensive, this place looked pretty spectacular. Talk about a winter wonderland, this place put my home to shame.

Franke was in silk oriental pajamas kinda looked like Hugh Hefner only a little more of him, lets say, rotund. If he fell he would roll quite easily. His smile and greeting was very disarming. I waited for him to offer his ring to kiss. I had thought's of an underworld Don. I had my best car guy act going, my smile competing with his.

If someone had been observing it would look like a fucking beauty pageant but, two guys. He was gracious like a southern gentleman. The show came with a tour. I wanted it my knees were still a little weak from Bambi. I figured I would walk it off. He side stepped into a large kitchen, ushering me in like Bella Lugosi.

He hit a rheostat switch for subdued lighting, a bluish tint. The lights were recessed above the African mahogany cabinets. All the appliances were brushed stainless steel with a burnished tent. This kitchen would take my wife's breath away, and all my hard earned money. She would never see this kitchen I decided.

He took me over to a huge contraption a cappuccino/latte machine commercial model. It looked so big it may have also provided time travel. I was embarrassed, he wanted to show off, and I wanted a coffee pot (plain old Joe). He said no problem and his machine went into high gear.

He ground special Jamaican/Arabic blend. Black/blue with a hint of fine brown roast. He put it thru a hand held device my cup in hand in seconds. He was a damn coffee barista. He probably owns a few Starbucks. It looked like one of their machines.

He made me a thermos of coffer for the road, in a custom logo Franke real estate ventures thermos. He seemed to be branded. My mind began to work. I was standing with one of the big boys; this guy was a big game hunter.

I was shooting rodents with a popgun, a damn 22 caliber. How would I ever get to be a big game hunter like him? I dealt in twenty-five thousand dollar cars; he bagged game of a million or probable more.

I wanted to fall to my knees and bow. Begging him to be my master and mentor. I'm not that kinda guy, so we moved on thru the mansion.

He started me down the dining hall. So damn big he had cut it in half. Panels, Oriental in nature, fine teak stared back at me, hand painted. The table would seat twenty people easily.

The other side of the room was lined with art. He now had a remote control panel in his hefty paws. He pushed controls and spot lights showcased fine pieces of art and beautiful paintings.

A gold horse was enclosed in a glass case. I saw laser's sweeping glints sparkling throughout the case. The horse was alarmed and enclosed in unbreakable glass composite.

He had statues of virgins as well as small penis Italians in marble. One statue was of a stud, looked African, but in pure white marble the penis was huge with foreskin. Deric came to my mind. He opened the drapes and the outside exploded in light with fountains, heated pool and Jacuzzi.

A small carriage house twenty-five hundred square feet I assumed, it was big. Out stables and buildings for horses, to the side; an indoor swimming pool and a swim spa. He had it all.

One painting looked familiar, a guy with one ear came to my mind; Van Gogh. I wondered if it was a copy. I didn't think so from the security surrounding it and the brush strokes. He also had a Monet, Lily, Irises…something like that.

He was a showman and the clock was ticking. I goaded him along. We entered a sitting room with a roaring fire in the large flagstone fireplace.

"Mind if we talk in here?" he asked. I nodded.

He offered me Napoleon Brandy from a crystal decanter. It was unreal, the smell and flavor of two hundred year old liquor.

"There were no automobiles when this was made," he said, "no electricity, no phones; a different world, but not so long ago."

I felt the Bella Lugosi moment again; a slight chill at the back of my neck.

"You have a wonderful life Franke."

"Well Jackson, different things make different people happy. He brushed my hand in pouring more brandy. It was a pass we both knew it. I had suspected he was either gay or bi-sexual. This was all business and I'm not bi, damn-it.

"You made quite the impression. At the club," he added.
My mind reeled. How much did he know? Which club strip club swing club.

"My little girl is quite taken with you but I warn you she is quite fragile, so be careful. She was into the military with many accomplishments from what I know. Her sister sometimes works up north; names, ah it slips my mind. She comes and goes as I remember.

She looks sixteen, tiny little thing, but she is actually the older one. I believe they are half sister. Did you know she can fly anything with wings; she is quite an accomplished female. I sighed in relief, he was speaking of Bambi.

We looked into each others eyes.

"Yes Jackson, I know you enjoyed her pleasure. Don't think anything can go by unnoticed at these clubs. The girls talk far more than guys do." Yeah ask my wife, I thought and you yourself, Marriott girl came to my mind.

Could this be the Vickey I have dreamed about.

"I nodded in agreement, but I was lost in my own thought.

"I called Kandi today she seems to have vanished." he said. Oh shit! I thought.

"Well I know for a fact she is fine." I told him "She is taking a little break from her husband."

"I hope you keep her Jackson. Kandi came to me as a child she was thirteen years old. She has quite a past. I’ve loved and cared for her almost like my own child. She ran off once to Florida got married to that loser on drugs, charges still pending, quite a mess.”

“I got her back and I would like you to keep her on. She has always run one of my Clubs and has worked them all at one time or another, she helped me open the swing club in fact, it’s your call of course, and you own the business now." I said nothing stop him I wanted him talked out.

"She is loyal, very loyal."

Her it comes I thought; a big but.

"However Jackson don't get on her bad side. She has quite the temper and she loves knives. She's is beautiful. Not the type you would want to, well, you know what I mean. Get involved too deeply with.

"She never took to the swing thing. She likes one guy, one guy only at a time anyway. Not the kinda girl you want to say, scorn. So have fun with the girls, the dancers are easy but treat Kandi with some caution."

I nodded. (Oh shit, too late for that)

Let me see your changes," he said.

We hammered out the deal. He had it on a laptop. I wanted to be up front but not stupid, so I said.

"Franke let me ask."

"If let's say I can get a lot of girls and I do an event. Hell tomorrow. Let’s say I bring in. Let’s say I'm lucky. Let say some crazy number. I make twenty-five thousand dollars tomorrow. How would you like that handled. I want to be fair Franke."

"Jackson I've never see you stammer," he chuckled winking at me. (Oh shit!) He let me off the hook.

"Well Jackson I believe in you, I bet you could in fact pull something like that together. I hope you do; the sooner the better.

"It’s your money as of Friday night... Last." He emphasized. I slid the check deep, back into my pocket.

"You are a good man Franke."

"Make your payment on time and I'll be very good. Miss them and I can be quite the prick," he smiled as he said it.
The printer was spitting out, fast as it could. I felt I needed to fill the void.

"Why have these Clubs done so badly? I asked. A big open question he could fully fill some space with.

"Long story Jackson." (Good) "Let me shorten it." (Damn)

"My son, I love him. He had it made but he went for the easy money; drugs, narcotics, cocaine. You can have a donkey have intercourse up north with a girl and no one will bother you, but drugs...They get federal money to go chasing after drugs. They get no money for prostitution.

"My son got involved in all the Clubs, ran all five. Maybe even supplied some, maybe a lot, he was caught, he made a plea. He is in fact your neighbor."

I looked surprised, somewhat shocked. I was speechless; my mouth was dry and sticky. Acidic from the strong coffee, my stomach like it was burning, churning upon itself.

"He has served his real time just north of you; the big prison, super max prison, horrible place. Like me he is not a tall person, my height. He does not have my fat," he chuckled. I however did not laugh.

Then he became serious. "Jackson how would you handle having hundreds of hard core criminals who have been lifting weights for years checking you out. No women around for years and a sweet young man, body of a boy really, they come to your cell, even a big man like you Jackson.

He would become your whore probably the first night. In prison it's somewhat a contest; first to pop the new virgin. They like to do it in groups, big men, they make it like sport raping at night.

The guards are looking at monitors, no sound. They can't hear your screams and probably have wagers. A young man thrown into a cell trapped with seven huge men. They have contest to see who can make the new boy scream the loudest or who cries first.

His virgin ass is the game and ultimate prize. He is ripped open over and over again. They will take your food, take your commissary. Make you live on a diet of their semen. You will suck their cock and fuck them till they have used you up. But then you are not done. You know any pimps?"

I shook my head no. Only me, I grimly thought.

"Well Jackson then they will sell your ass for a cigarette. You will be sucking Black's and Mexican's all day, everyday. Think of that for a week, a month, he was there six years of a dozen sentenced. They will sell you mouth for a piece of ten penny hard candy."

"You can imagine what my boy is now. I have him in a half way house; about five miles from your new business. He is ruined, ruined. He is a male whore.

He can only get release from multiple anal sex partners now; he is trained to love it. I have tried counseling but he is gone forever. He's been out six months, about that. He is, to put it mildly, the best fuck in the halfway house.

It's open like a big barracks. He may get screwed fifty times a night, suck cock fifty times and he is addicted to it. He doesn't want to leave it now. He has to go out, the rules demand it. Don't ever go to prison, Jackson."

I nodded. I could think of nothing to say.

"If you meet him he is quite dangerous, stay clear of him."

We concluded; I became generous agreeing to give him all the proceeds from all the vending, his start money for the register, his supplies and liquor. I would now pay all outstanding invoices.

He was pleased and very grateful. I drove away somewhat in amazement. I thought back to a short time ago when I was in a bi-sexual situation at one of the swing clubs with my wife...

It was new, somewhat exciting, but freighting how it got me erect. Was I becoming addicted to that type of anal stimulation? I imagined him in the cell thrown in there late at night.

Nothing on, carrying a basket fresh from the showers and debugging, the guys all like Deric; a cell with four bunks to a side seven huge men and him, the only white man. You are not like them and you are now their prey for whatever games they wish.

I can hear the first screams after lights out. The hard cold steel doors slamming home the guards laughing wondering whose fresh virgin ass will be ripped open first. Would they make bets on it? Not a bet I would take bad odds.

I could imagine standing there hands filled with a dingy sheet, a wash cloth, towel and a bunk cover with orange jumpsuit folded on top. They would say you “got'ta earn that bunk boy.”

"You got a pretty mouth" another would say. He would shove him back onto a bunk. Flop his big uncircumcised cock out, hold it up to his face. Suddenly it felt like me in there.

"I feel any teeth boy, you lose yours, got it! Grabbing hair like the girls do "lick it first… get it wet boy"

I would lick the covered tip, his pink cockhead hiding in there. Peeking out the slit looking like an eye surrounded by the thick foreskin covering.

"Do me good boy or I'll stick it up you little virgin ass-pussy."

"That's right boy your ass hole in my pussy now."

"Use that tongue boy." He would slap the side of the face. Shit, my face, I imagined.

He would show off for his friend's. Make me get him bone hard just licking. They could catch all the show. Hell their own form of video porn; the damn thing almost too big to fit in my mouth (like Deric’s); Shove it in my mouth, gag me, sliding it down my throat.

"Spill a drop and take a beat down boy." I would be scared to death now wanting to save my ass; wanting to suck his cock real good. I would stroke his long cock deep till he started to shake then start sucking it. He would come in my mouth. Big full stud load, salty and sticky coating my lips, mouth, and tongue. I would want to spit it out, but he would say.

"Big gulp boy, swallow it now."

The guys would line up behind him. No where to run, no where to hide. No way to fight this many guy in this little space.

He would be laughing now, "We’re lucky guys."

"He's a good cock sucker ain't he?" they would ask the cell boss.

"Yeah, we got a good cock sucker; fuck his mouth all ya want. But when you’re done, I'm popping dat azzz. Get busy boy, I'm resting for dat azzz."

Sucking off seven guys three or four minutes each, big loads of semen in your mouth and belly.

I thought of the dancers they were like that, but did it for money night after night. How long did it take for Franke JR. to get hooked? When was the first time he begged the group to fuck him, all of them.

Did it take a day, a week, a month, a year, shit six years in hard prison. Would I make it a day even? I know how women's orgasms feel from anal sex it’s intense, a pain mixed with sexual bliss. A strong ejaculation from having the prostrate worked by a big long thick cock.

Locked in a world of a thousand cons; each one owning you body and soul; your mouth and anal cavity their semen storage unit. Taking all your food and pointing to their crotches, "here is your meal" just hot sticky come.

I realized I was rock hard as I drove into the club. I wondered what Franke JR was doing tonight. A black Chrysler was pulling out of the parking lot one light out.

Who the hell is that guy?

CHAPTER 13

"Hey boss," Deric said somewhat sniffing at me. I just looked at him. Here we go again.

"How are things?"

"Great," he said. "I done this before remember, no biggie."

"Have any problems?"

"Not really, oh yeah Boss, a guy was in here but I swear I never saw him come in the front door. I know everybody who paid me cover and he didn't; must've slipped in while I was in the pisser. I started over toward him and he left. Just left in fact, right before you walked in."

"What did he look like?" I asked.

"Well he was almost in all black. That's why it was so hard to see him. When we made eye contact it was like he was mad or something. So I say good riddance." I nodded.

"Hey boss, you didn't happen to see my wallet. I had it in the hotel room."

"Nope; hey if things are ok lets go for a ride we'll pick it up. I looked around everyone was busy lots of customers. We had two hours left if we obeyed the law.

"Nice car, boss."

"It drives" I told him "I'm a car guy, cars don't impress me."

"You sure got a hot wife she impresses me," he said, "She splained that swing stuff, lots of hot little boot’ a, huh?"

"What," Jesus I thought, fucking Mayberry RFD. My wife was way too open to strangers. What other secrets would she have told him? I wanted the subject changed.

"What did this guy look like? Be specific," I asked.

"All black, black hat, ball cap no logo."

"Yeah ok; I've seen him before. He must be a regular. Next time card him. Take a phone photo of his ID if you can sneak it" I told him.

"Sure I can do that. I'll just tell him I can't see, go to the head with it.

We got to the room. "Drinks are in the little frig." I told him.

I went to the shower I had Bambi's smell all over me. I was soaped up rinsing and suddenly Deric was taking a leak looking at me. He was looking at my penis and my butt. I was bent over getting soap off my legs.

"Shit!" Like a girl, I cover my privates. Then act like it was no big deal. He grinned; he was holding his cock shaking it, more like he was teasing me. He was shaking it too long.

"Seeing all those girls naked and that smell of putty on you make me ornery," he said; grinning thru the glass door. He was facing me now stroking back and forth.

"Your wife told me you go both ways." (Oh shit I thought) I slid the door open; he notices I was raising an erection. I was trying to think, "Can of gooey worms, can of gooey worms" I got harder.

He reached out with a towel to hand to me and said, "I'll do it boss."

He dried me off, his hand slipping to my butt crack he ran a finger up and down his thick finger were thick like small cocks. He felt me move a little and slid his finger in me halfway.

"Oops" he laughed. "Are you a tight one, boss?" I was fully erect now and he was getting fatter. His head starting to poke out like a turtle head.

He saw me looking at his penis and sat me on the toilet as he closed the cover. With his other foot he shoved the door closed.

"This is not my thing," I said to him.

He stroked his manhood a few inches from my mouth and face; he was fully boned out now. The cock head flared out fat like an apple on a dolls arm. All that I could see in my mind was getting fucked in prison.

"Not what your wife told me," as his hips came forward. I nodded, looking up at him. His big hands took my head. I continued my protestations, but I'm sure he heard nothing.

We did not speak on the way back. I informed him the door man was responsible for the clean-up duties. He laughed, "Already done boss, go check the bathrooms" he was back to my worker.

I did my thing floating around the club, "Inspecting what I expected" everything was perfect. The girls were happy to see me back; they had passed my test with flying colors.

They begged me to get on the mic and DJ awhile to fire up the crowd. I smiled over Deric's way; he was a good guy. He, like me, loved kinky sex. I hoped he didn't share what had happened with the girls.

I got the place jumping rock and roll trivia, a panty sale. Then I put on a long play mix and went for a much needed drink. My mouth was dry.

Kandi had a drink and a request I complied. She got me in back kissing me she patted my butt. From the grin I knew Deric had talked to her. Maybe the girls planned the whole damn thing. Put the boss in his place.

She went down on me to make me erect. I ravished her back doing the thing she loved, and we were back at the bar in minutes.

Chloe was doing fine she was actually sober. The new girls were brutally working the crowd. Drunken guys with credit cards or bank cards who are horny are not a good mix; except for Vegas and the Lollipop (us).

Short night, but we did about a third what we did the night before. The five girls, sans wife cleaned up. A lot of cash got split six ways my core was getting stronger.

At 12:30 I locked the door and got on the mic saying, "Anyone wanting to stay; cost a hundred bucks each, one hour only, reasonable drinks on the house."

After the whoops and screams most stayed, broke ones left. We sparingly gave out free drinks. So I didn't violate the law, maybe. I didn't sell alcohol after twelve-thirty. It’s a private party and free booze. No harm no foul.

While the guys partied we cleaned up. At the hours end Deric cleared the place in less than five minutes. He did know this job and did it well.

We got to the hotel by 2:00 a.m. and ordered delivery pizza; an all night place that serves the all night workers. Like New York this town is a twenty-four hour town. It has the only Starbucks I have seen that's open 24/7. Many other restaurants did the same.

I needed to expand our hours to the maximum allowed by law. Maybe a little more, I smiled I needed more good people and not lose the ones I had. Or, did they have me. I can't answer that yet, I thought.

My wife, Kandi, one new girl and Deric went to the hotel. Two separate cars. In the rear view mirror, looking, I could swear that same car was back there behind me. One marker light out. I thought back to the night I had lit the guy up real good. Can that be the same guy? Was it his car that is following me?

Gus walked out into the cold night the snow deeper. Temperatures were dropping but he was on fire; sweating drips falling from his face. That smug fucker had lit him up right in the corner. It was deliberate he had no doubt. The new smug fucker was ruining the bar, his bar.

He left his car down the block and walked on, he felt enraged but that made his groin swell. He needed a girl and the younger the better. He went to two Clubs; no luck, the best in town were back where he was at. He had talked to the blond she was in fact older. She was ok but he liked young. He had a room one floor below that smug fucker.

All he had to do was make one phone call and he would be fucking his woman, he made the call. She got to his room at almost 5:00 a.m. It was horrible he tried and tried licking her pussy, her anus, even her toes. He was frustrated.

She pinched his nipple so hard he pissed on the front of his trousers. He caught it, but too late, the stain was there. He faked an orgasm, letting her think she was so hot he couldn't help it. He had climaxed in his pants. She left quickly.

He now hated both of them now. He went back in Sunday. They had never been open on a Sunday before. The smug fucker’s car was gone, his blond wife was there. There was a strange big black guy at the door so he waited for the right time. My club he thought; no cover to a Banger.

If he had time to signal Jessi, she would meet him. She was young sixteen he just had to get rid of the mom. That's all, sixteen that will make me good and hard. I'll fuck her good. He looked for Jessi but she was no where to be found.

The black guy was sharp. He spotted me so quickly. I got'ta get the hell out of here. He left. Finally he saw Jessi coming out of the gas station four packs of smokes in hand. Now was the time he thought. She had her mom’s old car. She agreed to fifty bucks; what a cheap little whore. He would pay that.

Fucking smug blond bitch, one thousand of his collected rent money; it pissed him off. She wanted her ass licked. I pay a thousand damn dollars; his face was red thinking about it.

As he heard Jessi ask, "Ok babe… you ok?" He nodded "just drive," he said, “Over behind the old factory.”

I fucking hate this he thought in frustration. She can't even suck me hard. Little bitch she uses her god damn teeth; she is pulling my balls so hard. God damn it. I'll lick her he thought, that will do it. He got her small ass up on the arm rest between the seats.

The putrid smell of her pussy seemed rancid but he felt a jolt in his penis. Its working, he lapped at her. She pushed his face to her unclean anus and he felt the gagging reflux in the back of his throat, but swallowed it back.

"Hurry babe… my momma's waiting, I got'ta go."

"Here's two hundred be quite, I'm almost their damn it."

She pushed her pussy on his face acting like she's coming, she's not and he knew it; just like that hot blond cunt.

Damn it, his erection was slipping. Shit two-fifty wasted.

"Stick your fingers in my ass!" he yelled at her.

"No baby, I don't do that. You can eat my butt all ya want. You need to go, now!"

She twisted in the seat. The old door handle was broken anyway and the motor was still running. She shoved him out of the car with both her feet on his chest. His dick still in his hand, pants at his ankles. She laughed as she threw up snow, the car sliding back and forth in the deep snow, the door still hanging open.

"You fucking bitch," he screamed rushing toward the open car door. "You're dead bitch..."

The flashlight scanned across the snow following the tire tracks. The jangle of a large ring of security guard keys and the crunch of snow under the guard’s feet, the only sound.

He looked at the old car the windows frozen in frost. This isn't my damn job he thought. "I'm security, not a damn cop" he mumbled.

"Its fucking cold out here." he yelled to his buddies thru his open Mic.

They are laughing at me he thought as he scraped at the window with the flared mouth of the big Maglite and shined the light thru the scratches.

"God Damn" he screamed jumping back, holding his vest mounted mic switches to open transmit. "Sons of a Bitch… get the cops… She's dead! Dead I tell you!"

"Hey, somebody, anybody… We got a body out here in the back lot. Call the god damn cops! Call’em now! You hear me… Anyone there damn it?" All he heard was the squelch of white noise and the sound of loud exhaust off in the distance...

Deric and Kandi rode in his car, the new girl and my wife with me. I assumed they went on a weed run. Everyone but me seems to smoke dope. Dope smokers surprise me.

They can have weed, three kinds, In fact. They will always buy more. The grass is always better when someone else has it. It’s a liars business, "my shit's so good man its killer dope "hydro." It usually is all nasty Mexican brown in the end.

"Look at all those cop cars!" Cherish said from the backseat.

“Where?" my wife asked, she had been nodding off.

"Behind that factory over there," let’s go see," she said excitedly.

"Don't think so!" I said

"Hey Jackson," my wife was turned around looking out the window. And said, "That's the Meat Wagon, Coroners van they used to come in when I worked in pathology department, you remember?"

"Yes, sure I do, I said. I also remember the parking garage too."

"Hey, your name really Cherish?" I asked the girl trying to change the subject. We all smelled of booze and I wasn't going anywhere near a cop feast, besides who knew what Cherish had in her bag, drug wise. I needed to rethink this driving miss dancer thing.

"Yep that's what my daddy called me, told me he would cherish me forever. He just cherished me a little too much if ya know what I mean."

She came forward squeezing my crotch. She grinned at me trying to get me to go take a look.

"News at eleven," I said, "we’ll catch it then."

I turned into the Marriott...

From the balcony we looked over at the flashing lights. A nasty old car all lit up with flood lights. We watched the local news channel on cable and saw nothing about it, so we had drinks and settled in.

Deric and Kandi showed up later. My wife and I shared the new girl Cherish. I was tired and went for the fold out sofa; a stain of semen on the front of it. I cleaned it off, fell asleep.

I was awakened later as Cherish crawled on my face; had a surprise for me. I don't remember much after that. I woke a few times to the noise of a party. I was done; the last few days were a real drain. The girls in the big bed with Deric he pretty much acted like he earned the right for the night. I was ok with it, for now.

My wife got up with me. I needed her to go to the bank and get a notary to witness the contracts. Four sets: one for us, one for Franke, one for the county for property taxes, and one for the liquor board if they came to the club.

The deal was done. I sent by Fed-Ex the copies at Kinko's. We got back to the room, sex, sex and more sex. I was sated and not in any mood for more. Little hottie Cherish insisted. Just like the swinging; the newness was waning and I needed a way to draw back from this over sexed group of insatiable Nympho’s.

I think my wife was feeling it too. We went to the sofa and took a long needed nap. We were alone when we woke up. We showered; she held my penis. "Overworked" I told her. "Both of us," she agreed. We just kissed and enjoyed a few intimate moments, I think we both needed it.

We spent more time apart at this business than ever before. Yes, we were in the same building but her privates and my floating every where, we needed a little bit of "our time." I needed to figure a better plan that would allow us to have that time.

We had steaks brought up and watched the news. The second story caught our attention. A helicopter looking down on the empty lot, one old car lit up; words familiar flashing across the bottom. I turned the volume up.

We stopped eating. My wife held her hand over her mouth with tears welling in her eyes. Another young girl, just sixteen years old, name yet to be released pending notification. She pointed out the window.

"That's right there; that was last night." She exclaimed.

The report continued; thought to be a prostitute or stripper, another overdose, shot up in her car. The coroner came on appealing to the community. These new forms of heroin are too powerful, Black tar, very pure. This is the fifth seen in almost as many months.

His name was Dr. Perry, Coroner Perry. My wife did in fact know him and so did I.

My phone rang, it was one of the girls, "Jessi's dead" she said "Jessi's dead."

"Who is Jessi? I asked my wife.

"The girl you fired, sent away, whatever, her and her mom, Remember."

It came back to me. I pointed to the TV "Jessi!" I said to her. She burst into tears as I did as well. This was hard on us. We now knew she was only sixteen, our own daughter’s age.

I went online pulling all the records on the drug problem here in this town. I printed all the articles I could find. I went back two years. This problem seemed to start about six months ago, all very similarly. Girls die within seconds; as soon as the injection reaches the heart it stops cold.

I could picture a young girl strapped up hose around her arm held in her teeth. The needle goes in. She knows she's going to be high. This is good shit, gonna kick her ass.

She pulls the plunger out drawing out her own blood to mix with the go juice, tar heroin. She works the plunger back and forth gets it full, her blood and the juice. She fires it into her vein.

She feels the rush she can't wait its making her body buzz already. She still has it contained, "it’s gonna be a fucking ride" she tells herself. She injects it all in, good buzz coming. It’s so good her sex is getting wet. She can feel her crotch wet, she smells a stink, her own feces.

The surgical rubber snaps, it comes out of her teeth. Fire rages in her blood her bowel is releasing fully. She is pissing herself she can't move the rush is so damn good. "I see god" she is screaming, nothing comes out of her open gapping mouth.

She can't breathe, the bright lights firing off as her brains eats the final oxygen. The bright light, my heart is not beating, what's happening. The light sucks her into it fully. I almost felt like it was me dying.

I came back to my screen, I was shaking. The mouse pointer was all over the place on the screen. "Jackson… you ok… Jackson?"

"I know how they died."

"What do you mean Jackson, you know?"

"I don't know, but I know. We need to meet with Perry. I want you to call Dr Perry, the Coroner.

We worked taking it kinda easy, no one seemed real upset but my wife and me. They were shocked but not upset. It happens round here all the time. Dumb ass hypes… it's why they call'em hypes. They are fucking dead already, just a matter of when. "Hypes Jackson, get over it." I heard it endlessly. My wife and I took a lot of grief from the girls to get over it.

"Let make money, lets party, lets fuck for gods sakes."
My wife got over it pretty fast, I couldn't let it go. This was one of my girls if only for a night. Did I kill her, should I have let her stay at our club? I felt somewhat responsible.

Kandi met me in the back she smiled.

"I wan'na talk Kandi, not sex, talk, tell me how many girls? How many of them did you know? How many worked here? Tell me."

"God Jackson, get over it, I'm telling you."

"Hey tell me it all, we'll have sex," she smiled.

"Sex first," we did. I wanted it over quick. She didn't.

My jaw hurt by the time she released my head, hairs in her hand from my head, torn out. Finally I got her to talk, two beers from the cooler. I kept the door locked. I needed to know I did not cause this girl to die.

"Three, four I don't know," she said. "They come and go, you know Jackson! Here one day, gone the next. Later you hear they are dead, a hype doing drugs."

"A hot shot, you only get one hot shot Jackson. It’s a one time thing. Yeah I knew some and you know how these girls float club to club, so yeah they worked here."

"Some don't use real names but you hear that girls who did go by Angel or whatever. Yeah Jackson they die if it ain't dope, it’s the fucking boyfriend shooting them in the head."

"I can't tell you how many dead girls I know of. I’ve been at this for life! Fucking life, Jackson! Deaths don’t mean that fucking much anymore, ok. Is that all? I don't wan’na talk about this shit anymore. I do weed, that all, I'm not a doper." I just my eyes fixed upon hers, wanting more.

"It’s hard to relate to hypes and face it strippers are reckless. Look at us, we fuck every body. We are just the lucky ones Jackson. So keep the hypes out and we won’t have to deal with as much death."

"What if you're wrong Kandi? Did you ever see any of those girls shoot dope? Did you?"

"Well no, but you know doing that shit is like private. Who wants to be known as a damn hype? People keep it a secret."

I could see her face enflamed in rage now. I had pushed her too far.

"Would you want people know to if you had a big black cock up your ass? Busted a nut up ya, hell no you wouldn’t."

"You think girls want us to know they are hypes? No they lie and hide it just like you and your bi shit, you hide it Jackson."

She was pissing me off and I tried not to show it, my face was burning red.

"Don't get mad Jackson you ain't a fag. You're just a sex freak having you booty diddled. Sometimes it's hot; I love it too, hell. I can't take that big mother up my ass but if you..." The door slammed as I left the room.

"Deric bad news," I told him. "The other bouncer is coming back. I got'ta let you go on this part-time gig, ok?"

"No biggie. I don't do this for bread man this is my way of getting young hottie's. Hey, let’s sneak back to the hotel."

"Nah can't do that. I'll talk to you later, we are heading home tonight anyway, you can go ahead and take off," I dismissed him and he seemed ok with it but slightly disappointed.

Assigning Dan the DJ at the door I took over the music to put on ‘the show.’ It kept things off my mind, everyone thinking I was now fine. I put on the big lie feeling like hell in every part of my life.

My wife came up sat on my lap hugged me while I spun discs. If there is one thing she can do its read me. With most people I can withdraw and hide, but her, no way. She can feel my distress across huge voids.

I believe she felt that now and came over; her hand gently caressing my face; a vein on the side of my face pulsing with every heartbeat. "Your blood pressure," I heard her whisper kissing my cheek softly.

We were both spent. We agreed no company tonight and head home tomorrow morning spending enjoying the family. Come back tomorrow refreshed and regrouped. She new something was wrong inside me… something very wrong.

Friday thru-Monday we cleared a lot of cash. I wasn't sure we could keep this pace and the truth was we didn't need it all. Half or even a quarter of that would be good money. She said she might slow down on the private room action as well, that alone lifting my spirits. Maybe in many ways this open marriage was not something my ego was handling very well.

I was going to study my plan. Look at how many hours of on-site time I could get away with. We were the owners; we didn't have to be there ever single hour. But again, I went back to the ‘inspect what you expect rule or expect nothing,’ how can you do that by remote, you can't.

"See if our training would pay off?" I would lie to myself to justify it.

We closed on time for a change and got to the hotel early. Tess to my discomfort showered and then told me she had another hotel guy, same guy. She said she would be quick as she went out, the door closing behind her. I heard a knock on the door assuming she left something. My mouth opened wide, it was not my wife.

CHAPTER 14

The door opened and AJ Halland seemed to freeze in place then he broke open a big smile, as did the girl. They embraced and soon a kiss that seemed to last an eternity was unfolded before the agent's eyes. She turned the ear bud volume back up to catch all the details as Beth Ashland’s face lit up in shock; she knew this woman or her face anyway.

Beth Ashland was stationed seven hundred fifty feet away in the tall tower that over looked the small town. From this vantage point she could clearly see and hear everything that happened in the large suite. Beth had been at it for three days and had bugs planted all over and around this Halland guy.

She knew the layout well; it was the same room she and Fuchs had shared many months ago. Something Beth now regretted, she loved Fuchs and the sex was fantastic. But she was happy to be away from the guy for this short and unauthorized surveillance detail. Her cover was to collect DNA from felony Con's a few miles up the road at the super max prison. A resident nurse was on that mission for her and Beth felt ok with the con and cheat of her and Fuc’s own making.

In the months she had known Fuchs he seemed to be more of a teenager than a man. As she watched this AJ character, the damn guy seemed to have it all. He was quite a risk taker, but had a beautiful family and lovely home on a huge lake. According to the records the guy dug the damn thing himself.

Now as she watched the guy over the last three days she wished Fuchs could have one tenth the manliness this guy had. Yes he was somewhat a weird guy in that he seemed to screw anything with a pulse. But Beth had stood a few feet from the guy and he just dripped ‘lets fuck” all over the place. He even had her desires going, three days of lust and counting.

Beth had even watched a bi-sexual encounter unfold right in front of her eyes less than twenty-fours ago. But all in all, the guy seemed to care for all the people around him and adored his wife of twenty-five years. Beth was not sure if the woman returned that love, she was as big a Nympho as he was Philanderer.

Beth had no clue how to classify her behavior. Great mom and good wife up till about six months ago; then the marriage seemed to open to anything goes. Watching all this had Beth confused. She could pass on the wild swinging and stripping, but other than that this woman had the perfect life in all outward appearances.

If Fuchs could give in to one child that would settle any problems Beth had in their relationship. Her biological clock was not ticking; it was exploding within her daily. Watching this man and woman and all the sexual activity had her over the last three days wanting to just go do someone, anyone, with a loaded semen shooter.

Anyone but Fuchs that is, if she had too she would let someone else plow her fertile field and Fuchs could accept it or hit the damn road. The only time she let Fuchs get close to her now was when she was ripe and ready, but he refused to screw without a condom now. He knew she was off birth control and knew well what she wanted, a child, just one damn it. Selfish bastard she thought.

Beth had now gone three full months of sex in the shower by herself. This was a battle Fuchs could not win; it would be a child with or without him. As she watched this man make love to this woman she wished it was her and not the Markland girl. Truth was this guy produced beautiful kids, all three of them. Three days of following this guy had her craving good sex.

Now she was really confused, this guy was on Fuchs list of people to watch on these stripper deaths. Beth was sure Fuchs was way off the mark looking at this guy. But now a fifth girl was dead and the guy kept Google busy searching all the facts related to all of the deaths. Internet key word search was now part of the FBI database.

Halland had been doing it almost from the death of the first girl. Beth was sure it was a curious oddity, not a trophy collector. But now Beth was herself somewhat an alibi for the guy when the new girl died. Beth had been on the guy like a tick. Yes she had taken breaks, but not long enough for the guy to come here from the club, kill the girl and get back undetected.

Over the last few months Fuchs team had solved, with local assistance fifteen repetitive killing instances. These killings were deaths that had components that seemed linked in some ways. Computers in the Falls Church Virginia center was producing result never before imagined until the new national security act was fully implemented.

You touch it we track it. In the old days you found files upon files once you caught the killer. Serial killers loved to collect every speck of printed and written material relating to the deaths. In that sense Halland fit the computer query to a T. Now serial killer got all they could want off the Internet and that led her team to many killers.

The only problem Beth saw was true serial killers tried to cover their tracks and Halland did none of that. All his searches were from home, work or his laptop, all registered in his own name. That fact alone was unique and she could tell this was not the guy. Now we have the Markland link with not just the mother but now the daughter. What in the hell am I watching.

The other problem was this area was off limits because of the Markland girl’s death and cover-up. Now Beth was watching the other Markland girl make love to their main suspect. Or more accurately put, Fuchs main suspect. Since Beth had been here, she had three other maybes.

After the coroner ruled on this one and Beth talked to Halland one on one she was out of here. It was just a problem of getting this guy alone. Beth had missed her chance when he went south to sign some contracts on the club. And now knew this was the girl he went to a shit-bag hotel with… Monica Markland.

Now in the clear light of the suite there was no question it was the middle Markland daughter. When the door first opened Beth expected Monica Markland to cut the man’s throat. Maybe Fuchs was right after all, but with the reception the two had for one another. This was not the first time they had made love, they had probable screwed at the motel in Indy too.

No porno Beth had ever seen compared to what she was watching now. She was now juiced up like the base whore's that surround all army encampment's worldwide. Damn I need to get laid she thought watching this love feast. If the Markland girl had not showed up that could have been she with him right now screaming in orgasm.

In fact she had been wet with desire from the time she was on this guys trail or tail as it were. She was watching him pound into the lovely young woman like a mad man. Then as she heard the screams of orgasm out of both of them, the Markland girl was up now riding the man’s mouth.

Beth pulled the ear piece out as she couldn't take hearing more of it but her field glasses remained on them intently; the show too damn good to miss visually. Fuchs had told her she could talk to the guy on the QT, Beth hoped she might do a little sex on him in the same way. Pump him for info and some of that hot sperm for take out. Then she would let Fuchs have an accidental condom breakage, she smiled at the naughty thought.

Beth knew from his medical records the guy had a script for the little blue pill. He must eat the damn things like candy although she had not seen him take one. And when she had gone into his room, one quarter of one pill of the thirty was gone. She somewhat laughed to herself, I need to slip Fuchs whatever this guy is on. That would get a baby in my belly fast.

Beth was now in a dilemma, would she tell Fuchs that Halland was now on his second generation of Markland women he was fucking. And did Halland know of the connection to the older dead Markland or Mitchell girl, she had still not had her real name released. All Halland knew was Mickey Mitchell died of an overdose, no talk or connection seemed to have dawned on him as of yet.

Beth watched in awe as the guy laid back, the girl on his face. Two orgasms she knew the guy had already had in the last twenty minutes and he was boned out his cock looked like it was going to blow a hole in the hotels ceiling. Fuchs was big but this guy was, well, a 45 caliber magnum to Fuchs 38 caliber long barrel.

Now Monica Markland had him in a damn sixty-nine and from Beth long lenses it was like Monica was looking right into Beth's eyes as she took the cock to the hilt. This girl was one hell of a cock sucker and if this girl was a ten Beth knew she was a two in that department. She had done it only twice for Fuchs, that ass hole. And that made a total of four times her whole life. Cock sucking was not her thing.

Beth looked up at the full moon now above the Marriott and looked around to see if she was visible. No way from two and a half football fields away, Beth was perfectly blended into the background of the catwalk. She heard the ringing phone and felt her cell but it was on vibrate she knew.

She put the ear bud back in her ear and switched to tack five, the room phones tactical frequency. The Markland woman was handing Halland the phone but still looked right in Beth's eyes and kept up her menstruations on Halland's stiff member. Beth pulled her sticky panties out of her own soaked crotch trying to get the itch in her own loins to ease to no avail.

She now heard the Halland wife saying she was going to a late brunch with some guy and Halland should do his own thing till later. With that Halland was now up on his arms fully extended, pounding Monica Markland like it was their first time to make love and maybe last.

The phone lay off the hook beside them it was like Beth’s ear was right at his pounding cock a few inches away and she was the one being fucked, not Monica. She jerked the ear bud out but then quickly put it back she could not miss this magic moment, not a single little sound did she want to miss.

She lay back against the tower closed her eyes and massaged her own sopping wet crotch but it was not the same, her eyes needed this sex charge as well. Her own moans built along with Monica's as she had a mini shudder go thru her body; leaving her sorely needing the real thing. Oral sex she could pass on but fucking she could do that for days on end. And she did with Fuchs for awhile, still no child in her womb.

Halland came again and was right back on the girl’s crotch without a pause, sucking like a starved man. The scream from Monica's mouth was like it filling the whole town with lust. My god I would love to have that after intercourse; that would be fantastic. That would push any woman over the top.

Markland was ripping at the guy’s hair as she pulled him deeper into her sopping sex and Beth could hear every juicy and luscious detail of it all. That just made it burn in her guts even worse for her own orgasm, "damn it."

"Fuchs I hate you, you selfish shit."

Monica Markland stood in the stairwell. She had followed AJ and Tess from the club not expecting them to get out this early. She had the codes and combinations for the safe and the alarm company; back up keys for the building and the five cash registers. She had told Franke she would run them up on her way to the big air base a few miles to the north.

Flight Commander Monica Markland was fulfilling her duty and flight time to stay current for her reserve air force status. But this was really the time to tell AJ she was leaving at the end of the week. She was not coming back after she and the family went to the Keys for a fishing excursion.

She would stay in Florida with her younger sister and knew this affair with a married man was stupid anyway. But what the hell, being young is the time to play just like her mother had. This started out as a, oh hell she had no idea what it was, curiosity maybe; fact finding and research; a real damn female orgasm.

She wondered if her mother’s writings were really true. Could a man make a woman come so many times and so intensely? Not the men Monica knew, no way. Would a man go after a woman's vagina like her mother had written even after intercourse? Men she knew would not even kiss after oral sex.

She went back and forth on this visit, sent one unanswered text, but she couldn't leave it at that. Except for last night and one other she had seen the guy every night if only for a motel love feast. She pulled the photo she had stolen from her mom’s secret collection; AJ, sitting on a boulder beside a bull dozer, eating a damn sandwich, filthy dirty from digging his own lake.

The image sent her into overdriving lust for the man. She knew the photo was ten years old and he was just as much a hunk now as then. Maybe better in fact with the knowledge of the sex and lust they had shared in a few short days. Every moment of everyday she now pined for the damn guy and more sex with him.

When she saw the man’s wife in the Indy Club dressing room she could not believe it was the same couple. One look at him at the bar confirmed it. Then the woman begged her to fuck the guy and "keep him here till I make some cash." In a way she thought it was a joke till he got her in his car.

When she saw the bulge in his pants it was certainly no joke and his damn scent drove me wild with passion. Now I know what drove my mother on for years to pine for this man. Everything in her mother’s journal was proving to be true.

She had gotten the photo when she went home for Mickey's funeral, along with some of the unsent letter's her mother had written to the man over the last twenty years. Now here he sat in her club playing and flirting with her. Once she caught the first scent of the man that was it for her. She knew he would have her as he had her own mother; mind, body and soul.

The wife giving her the go ahead…what was to be lost? A one time fascination to see what her mother was so impressed with now had her in love with the man. Monica had to leave and leave this place now. One last chance to talk that's all she wanted. She watched Tess leave the room and go into the elevator as Monica stepped out of the stairwell knocking on the door.

What if he is unhappy to see me, what then? Then I give him the items Franke sent me with and say goodbye! The door opened and he stood there a look of shock then a smile so big it lit the hallway and spread to my own face. "Hello AJ!" Was all I could mutter, I'm such a damn dunce. Talk you foolish girl say it and tell him you are gone.

"My god, Bambi… how... where... Get in here girl."

I guess that answers my question she thought as she felt his wonderful tongue enter her wanting mouth. A kiss that seemed to steal the light from her eyes, the breath from her body, and the spark of her own soul flowed into his joining them as one.

"Oh god AJ hold me, just hold me." She felt herself being dragged into the suite the man had her lifted up like she floated on air. She felt everything inside her melt into him. How could I have made the decision to leave, how could I have thought he might not want to see me, how stupid I am. He loves me as much as I love him, no sex this time, I'm here to talk, that's it, get it out now, say what you know you have to.

Oh lord how can I not do this? He already has my belt undone there go my jeans on god that cock look at it, damn you, he missed me. "Oh baby, slow down..." Oh AJ no don't slow down, yes fuck me, do it now."

Oh how I missed that feeling "yes darling all of it, fuck me hard AJ." Oh the full feeling of his ramming into me like that, he is on fire like me. "AJ I'm coming, come with me AJ come with me! Oh yes oh baby!" I so wanted that again if just once more. I can fell his seed exploding up inside me my god that feels so good. My body, my brain all of me is burning for this man.

I want that mouth again, push his head down girl you know he loves it too. Oh yeah right there, oh hell here it comes, "suck it now, yes, oh god yes, now... Suck me AJ!" There is no damn way I can leave this man. How did my mother do it she was stupid. "Yes, yes, oh yea do it again! Fuck me now!"

Oh god he is bigger or I'm swollen, he is so brutal but I love it when he is hard and a brute. So soft when he sucks me but he fucks me so damn hard, so deep my whole insides stretched open to his seed. If only he had the real thing God I could bring Mickey back, back inside me. He and I could make a new Mickey. "Oh AJ I'm coming again! Fill me one more time AJ!" Just once more please oh damn there he goes I love that spurting cock of his...

Oh yeah pull me on your face AJ, I love that, oh god yes I'm going to explode for you. Just how you like it, right there, "damn it AJ. OH, MY GOD!" Oh hell I'm flooding his whole mouth. Don't scream so loud girl, are you crazy his wife might come back anytime. But god that feels so damn good, I could do that ten times a day if he would let me.

Oh hell my turn I want to suck that cock before it goes soft, one more time. Oh god like it would be soft look at that damn thing. He loves sixty-nine and like this I can swallow that whole cock. What the hell is that light across from the balcony, it’s signaling like a navy ship to ship.

Oh I could do this to his cock for the rest of my life, there it is again, damn it, that's not right. That's the damn moon's reflection but the moon is above and behind us. It’s a damn reflection and it’s moving around, it’s a damn hi-power lenses.

I saw the car following but I paid it now mind, someone is watching us and doing it with some high powered equipment. Oh hell now we get the damn phone maybe it’s our peeper. I'll just hand it to him and keep doing this till he stops me. AJ was speaking softly "Yeah sure, its ok, you can go, I'll see you later today!" Hope that was his wife I'll take him for the whole day Tess after I come again with him inside me.

Oh damn AJ slow down, no don't, hard like that, all the way in, just do it damn it, make me hurt, my heart hurts for you anyway, fuck me damn it, fuck me hard like that you know I love it, don't you. Oh yes here comes the burn in my guts he's doing it again. I'm gonna gush the big one, it's here damn it.

"OH HELL YES… yes my love, right there, make me come!" Oh hell that's the best damn it AJ, fuck I love you, why can't you give me a baby. Why did I come along so late in his life? "AJ I love you" I will for the rest of my life, damn it.

Just like my mother has for so long, he can never know who or what I am, ever. Oh lord there he goes he is coming inside me again, god I love to feel you shoot up into me, so deep and so long, oh yes baby come in me. "Come for me AJ!"

Oh lord girl don't be so damn greedy Beth thought, how many damn orgasms do you want girl. At least this time she didn't make him slide down and get her off orally again. Now she is dressed sucking on his damn ears like it was his mouth. Or is she whispering, the damn screech of the off the hook phone is killing all my comm. units.

Now leave for god sakes, let me talk to the guy and get the hell home or to the base somewhere. I can have a damn man ravage me like that, "not you Fuchs… you son of a bitch." She mumbled. Make me suck your dick and come in my damn mouth and you won’t even kiss me afterwards, "you asshole of a man."

Finally she is gone, I can’t wait to be done and off this assignment and this tower. I'll never watch a porn movie again after these three days. Ask me to watch a porn Fuchs I'll slap you so hard you'll revert back to a teenage and get zits you ass. Beth mumbled all the way down the circular catwalk stairs.

She tucked the bag of gear under the hidden stairwell's base plate. She would get it later after talking to Mr. Halland, the guy would be no danger to her now; he was fucked out for sure. And besides he had the hot wife and now the young lover what would he see in her, not a damn thing a woman headed to old maid status, quickly.

Beth would take the same route she used to break into his room. Down by the creek thru the culvert up the back service entrance, be at the room in ten minutes. Beth had seen the Halland woman leave with the guy in the dark Chrysler. If Fuchs wanted a real suspect look at that damn guy, but according to the guys plates he was sixty-six and owned a crap load of rentals.

From the way he walked Beth found it hard to believe the guy was that old. But he was tailing Halland for three days; maybe it was a wife swap deal, or who the hell know with these people. All she could think about as she moved over the creek trail was her getting sex with the guy, damn an orgasm like that just once.

"What the hell!" Who the hell are you, I'm federal..."

Beth's throat was on fire a hand gripped it like a Python, sucking the life out of her. The other hand of someone all over her body she felt and heard her gun go in the guys pants. It felt like the damn guy had fingernails. She couldn't make a sound her windpipe barely able to get the air she needed to breath.

Now the man has her ID Looking at it a damn pen light, her own light now it in her face and eyes.

"You’re dead fucker!" Beth gasped as her throat was released.

"Did you call me a fucker?"

Now it was a woman as Beth felt her legs kicked out from underneath her landing on her ass and back, the wind gone from her lungs in a flash of light. It's that damn Markland girl Beth thought.

"God damn you bitch!"

“Wrong answer girlie," Monica said calmly forcing the boot heel more firmly into the woman’s chest.

Beth felt the boot upon her chest pressing harder. "I can’t breath" she gasped.

"But you may live, what are you doing spying on me? What the hell is an ATF bitch doing following me? Did my mother send you don't lie I'm trained to make it hurt. Talk while you can or would you like a drink of that ice cold creek water to wake you up?"

"No, no I'm not against you Monica"

"Oh so you are here for me, god damn you mother!"

"Let me up please, you don't understand, it's the guy not you!"

"Lady you touch that man up there or hurt him in any way and your body will never be found, got that!"

"I’m federal age..."

"So am I and I bet my clearance just tears yours too hell and back. I'm trained to kill for a living girl! You wanna be my first civie Miss Ashland of BATF treasury department special agent?"

"I'm on assignment to FBI let me up damn it! I'm off the damn books anyway, let me up please! Ok, I'm former Military too, but not like you, for dame sure."

"Where and with who?"

Army cop, let me up the ground is wet damn it. Please get your boot off my tit damn it!" Beth grabbed the strong foot and threw it off.

Monica Markland grabbed her hand pulled her up to her feet, as Beth gasped to have a full breath of air. Her windpipe had just been close off not crushed. Jesus this girl is a damn pro, now other than a sore and wet ass she felt fine.

"Why the hell did you do that Monica?"

"I see someone stalking me or my man I take action, what the hell would you do?"

"Shoot them, damn it!" Beth gasped. "Where is my piece its official?"

"I have it; it's safe you'll get it back, what's the deal…”

“Why the tail… are you driving the black car following AJ?"

"I needed to talk to him it’s like I said, off the books. More a personal thing and I can't involve you Monica. I was never here Monica, ok. Don't talk to anyone especially your mom or dad ok?"

"Ok your Cred’s are real, I'm not stupid I saw plenty of fakes in Iraq, I'll leave it at that, for now!"

"All I need to do is talk to Halland and I'm gone, in the wind Monica lets leave it at that, all right."

"Ok I'm heading up to the base to check in, get my flight schedule, I'll be back in four hours; zero eight hundred (0800) get done what you need. You want me to forget you were here Ashland! Don't say my name, got it!"

"Did you see it all Beth?"

"You know I did, you spotted me, didn't you?"

"Put some black out around your damn lenses focal girl, Vaseline, who trained you anyway? You do that in the field you would have a bullet in your damn eyeball!"

"Look none of this can go anywhere, ok Monica!"

"Fair on both counts, clean your self up in the room. Look I'm sorry but you have no idea what I've gone thru the last few months!"

"Well... Yeah, you are right Monica, I don't! Beth lied.

"I'll take care of my mom!"

"She has no idea I'm here, trust me on that, this never happened. Ok..."

"Deal, I suppose!"

"Your gun is empty the clip is on the ground here is your mini-light and Cred’s take care!"

"AJ will take good care of you; tell him Bambi sent you, tell him you fell on the trail 825 the Suite ok. Oh, guess you knew that didn't you peeper cop?"

"Alright, a little warning next time; Ok, Monica?"

"Warning will get you killed girl. I'm out, roger!"

"Ok, ok damn it where did you throw my clip?"

Beth looked around the damn girl was gone, vanished like a ghost, did I dream this shit?

"Monica damn you, where is my clip damn it?"

Beth felt and looked around the clip was between her legs, wet with dirt all over it, Monica had it under her other foot, ground into the mud and dirt. No one was putting that clip back in the gun, not like that, smart girl; dangerous as hell too.

"Damn it!" She rubbed her sore tail bone "Oh my god, that girl is good!" No shit special operations… I got’ta pee,” she ran up the trail holding her sore tail bone. "Wow that hurts, I'm a damn pussy!" What the hell would my transport buddy's think of me now, taken down like that. Thank god they will never know, no one will.

AJ heard the knock opened the door.

"Oh my, what happen to you pretty lady?"

"Your friend Bambi said you would help me out!"

"Come right in, sorry I'm well, almost naked let me put some clothes on!"

"Save it the robe is fine, can I get a stiff drink one of your Evans Williams?"

"Did Bambi tell you that too?"

"Well sort of, let me clean up, I need to pee badly!"

"Use the big one in the bedroom, right thru there!"

"I know the way trust me!"

Beth sat on the pot, looked at the damn door wide open. Here she was, like she was at her and Fuchs place peeing in front of the guy; her tinkle now splashing and making all kinds of noise. "The hell with it," too late as she gushed it out. Her bladder was killing her, her sore ass too. Beth walked out to see two large cocktails, "oh I need that."

"You're pretty dirty, what happened?"

"Fell on the creek trail, my tail bone, cracked maybe."

"Here take off those dirty clothes, use my wife’s robe; she never has anyway, yet. Whatever." Damn I'm stammering AJ thought.

"You bashful Mister," She asked.

'Ah whatever your name is, call me Jackson"

"Ok can I get that trash can liner for a second; for my clothes?" Beth pulled off the coat, wool shirt and slid the soiled pants off she was instantly sorry. Her panties were soaked and the scent filled the room, oh my. And you are now naked girl.

"Well I know your girl at the club, Kandi ok!"

"How is that? Oh you have danced for us you mean."

"Well sort of, I did it once for my boyfriend, sort of, and Kandi got a little wild."

"Well she has that effect on lots of people, here drink this! Can I see your back and well, backside." AJ gave his best car guy smile. This girl is cute, can't be a stripper too old and the clothes are to nice for this berg.

"Yeah go ahead, it like medical you know!"

"You have a spot it may be bruised can you lay on a couple of pillows, I can rub it out get it elevated. Use some ice that may clear it up, my wife had it happen a few days ago."

"Ok, oh what the hell give it a shot, you got a straw for this drink?"

"Sure do, my wife wont drink cold drinks without one, bad for the teeth she says?"

"Smart girl… wow nice drink AJ!"

"I told you Jackson! Where did you hear AJ?"

"Maybe that Bambi girl said it!"

"If you say so, lay down here, I can do it thru the robe."

"Screw it; naked seems to be in fashion these days!"

Beth dropped the wet panties and robe. Lying on the king sized bed, her drink held in two hands, sucking the drink down fast. Beth felt AJ get up onto her legs and she heard him rubbing his big hands together fast, warming them for the massage. Her ass propped up on two pillows, oh my.

Oh hell… is that his cock on my bare leg, oh goodness me girl, what have you gotten yourself into now.

AJ took his time ran his hands up her thighs to her the tail bone, but avoid it directly. Man this girl is pumping out the hormones, fertile as a ripe peach, and fur out the ass. This girl is no stripper, not with that blond bush. Damn there it goes again, damn... Fresh pussy does it every time, Fred stay down for a change, damn it. At least till the back rub is over he smiled.

"Oh that feels good, right there, maybe higher would help."

"You mean your back?"

"My back, my shoulder too, it's all over really, hard fall, you know?"

Oh god, he has good hands, I feel like he is turning my whole back to butter and that cock is right thru my ass crack now, my he is big. I can feel it under the robe skin on skin and the damn thing is getting hard. I can feel it leaking pre cum, god can I do this, fuck him.

Oh crap what the hell, you know you want it Beth, take it, take it now. Beth tried to rise up.

"Oh hold on little girl, I'm not done yet, let me finish your back then you can get up!"

"My back is done and my front hurts too now!"

She rolled over under him now his hips at her waist, his cock tip at the base of her full swollen tits. Oh god look at my damn nipples, so long and hard, dead give away, I'm horny for it and he knows it.

"So where does it hurt?"

"Like I said… it hurts all over."

"Why do you have that mark on your boob?"

"Long story" Beth groaned out.

"Did your boyfriend beat you up?"

"Not really, a girl problem, a girl problem you might... That's about all I can say, ok?"

"Say whatever, I'm just trying to help."

"Oh ok, work your magic again!"

"If you are sure" AJ felt her pulling his mouth to her swollen nipple.

"Yeah, I’m real sure." Beth closed her mouth and eyes as his mouth went on her right nipple. Her legs instantly felt slick with her own juices now. The whole room smelled of her scent, she giggled. Oh hell, just push his head down like Monica did, do it Beth.

AJ felt her hand go to the top of his head. The universal signal a woman sends to get her pussy licked and sucked. He hadn't spent long on Monica and this girl’s fluffy bush and creamy scent had him back to enraged. Why the hell not, he thought. She has something to do with some club if she knows Kandi.

"Oh yea, whatever that is do more of it AJ. Oh god is that your tongue and your teeth?”

“Oh my… yes right there!"

Beth grabbed his head and began working him to her own liking. His tongue felt like it was up in her ovaries she was sure it was lapping at her G-spot. While he worked her clit with his lips and teeth, man this guy is incredible, he is turning my pussy inside out.

"Oh I'm gonna cum AJ!"

AJ slid up her body now slick with a light film of sweat. His cock now wet, he drove into Beth and felt bottom. His mouth went over hers as he went all the way to bottom, the scream stifled. Beth's legs snapped around his, her hands grabbed at his ass, pulling him all the way inside her.

The scream became a groan as her hips fucked up and down and back up at him. His cock head slapping her soft cervix back and forth and up and down, this was a wild woman AJ knew.

He could hold out awhile give her a real good orgasm, maybe several as he went upright and got her hand's around his neck.

"Use your legs Beth; that will let me know what you like, ok!"

"Whatever, just fuck me and fuck me hard; don't stop till I scream like, well like a… girl, fuck me now! Please!" Beth realized she was about to use Monica's name.

Oh god why did I say that, oh Jesus he is so damn deep and pounding. My god, that burns to my soul. I'm gonna push his cock out it's too damn big. Stretching me, oh my, that felt good, pushing out makes it better. Oh hell that's so damn good.

"Oh yeah harder AJ, harder; make me come now!"

The long strokes shook the whole bed, Beth wrapped around his legs like a Python pulling down on his neck with each deep thrust; her ass now rising up to meet him each time. She had no idea what was happened but each time she pushed out it was like he was deeper inside her, she was burning toward orgasm now.

She could feel it now one more strong push and that was it. She felt her pussy gush as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Oh my god I'm flooding… is that all me? I'm shooting come, I can feel it AJ."

Oh hell just like Monica did, three days and months of pent up want. He is making me come not a little orgasm my whole pussy is on fire. I need that come to cool my pussy off. I need it now damn it.

Oh lord this girl can fuck AJ thought, nice pussy he felt her shoot out a gusher. Now, one more and I will really show you an orgasm girl. On her next push and gush AJ jumped down, his mouth on her muff, his tongue deep. That was it; she was out of control now, ripping at his hair trying to pull him into her womb.

AJ put a hand over her mouth the woman was going nuts now biting at his fingers. AJ sucked her till she squirted; her hips two feet off the mattress and her body bent almost in half. He sucked out her orgasm and jumped back up his cock going all the way back inside her.

AJ's hand muffled her scream; he was buried up in her now as she squeezed hard on his cock. In the throes of female orgasm and all inside her trying to make him ejaculate up her womb.

He felt his own nut's begin to itch he knew it was the strange flavor to his cock. It wanted to flood this new woman, flood her fully. That first time orgasm was always a big one he knew. It would be a shock to her, but he knew it was seconds away now

He went up to his hands looked down into her eyes, this girl is truly beautiful why would Bambi send her to me, damn it. Should I be doing this, he began to lunge into her, hard strokes. Her grin was growing and she wanted this as much as he did.

AJ felt the burn begin, her own as well he could sense and feel, her stomach muscles working back and forth, her internals muscles working as well. "I'm gonna come Beth!"

"Awe, me too baby,” she cried out. "Do it, do it now, with me now AJ; Now!"

Beth felt the first blast of the end of this thirty minute fuck, it felt like it set her hair on end. The sheer pressure from it was a jolt in itself. Beth gritted her teeth hard, clamping down hard. "Yeah, now!" she yelled. It was building again; his cock slick sliding in and out five full inches of that cock working in and out like a piston on her tight grip of it.

She pushed out flooding her own sex, releasing his cock it blew sperm right up thru her. Beth's whole body went warmer from the massive ejaculate that kept roping out; she was feeling the warmth up thru her chest and entire body.

"Oh god AJ, yes baby, come in me, keep fucking don't quit on me. Give me one more please, three day's I've wanted this AJ, one more, don't stop!"

Those words drove AJ on, this pretty girl begging him. AJ felt his cock recharge and knew this new flood of her juice would drive him on. He was full bore into it with her entire sex organ seeming to be a tube for this fantastic fuck. In and out he drove on in lust of new flesh; she was tight as hell and swollen, but slick and hot. Each stroke made the itch to come again burn more and more intently inside his guts and testicles.

Beth was thrusting out each time he bottomed to meet her hips. She felt it was so wonderful with her insides lubed and her ass on fire from their lusty cream and juices. His big nuts slapping at her anus each time he plunged deep.

"Oh god here it comes AJ, don't quit on me, for god sake's don't quit AJ"

Beth pushed out each time he slammed into her his cock seemed to be growing with each thrust deeper, moving her higher up the orgasmic ladder. She felt her prostrate begin to work with her now, it was a true burn and it was exploding and pulsing within her womb.

"Come now AJ, now, come!" Beth flexed her vagina out to open for him; he went deep and exploded with his own orgasm. Her entire body was a live wire now, its own electricity making her inside's jump and shock itself. Beth felt his semen jolt out filling ever crack and crevice up her womb and gush out her overflowing honey-pot.

"Oh my, lords help me… I'm being fucked to death!"

Suddenly his mouth was on my pussy it's quaking in long pulsing shudder, he is turning my pussy inside out, but I'm just gushing come now. It's a squirt with each beat of my damn heart. I can feel my own come shooting into his mouth. No wonder Markland women love this guy’s cock and sucking mouth she thought.

Oh jez she is slowing finally AJ thought, my god this girl has been pent up. What a female ejaculation, did Bambi train her? Same furry look, same taste and wow can she pump out the pussy cream. Just take her down slowly he thought, let her relax, real soft now, slower and slower, work that tongue slower and slower. Ever beat her heart slows down make it slower and slower. That's it let it flow out Beth. Wow can this be her first real orgasm.

Oh god it as if he is part of my pussy he is nursing me to a point where it's like all of me is of him. Oh my goodness this man can lick pussy. I guess his wife loves this too, but why is she with that old creep. What the hell is going on in this town?

Beth felt her eyes close she was suddenly on her stomach her body floating in space her back felt like it was turning to rubber his big hand's strong but soft, working her entire back every muscle and tendon she felt sleep over take her. Suddenly she was in the man's arms but it was dark and felt strange, remote, he's holding me close, my own hand out searching.

His cock was small now and spent but seemed attentive in her hand; just the head outside her small hand. He was no bigger than Fuchs now. Beth began to stroke it out. Her mouth found his, his mustache was now gone.

In the low light of the dark room Beth climbed onto his body. Her hand was doing magic, it was growing now less and less movement of the foreskin as it boned out fully. God what a cock, I would suck him and love doing it.

But now I want to fuck one more time. Beth focused her eyes on the digital clock it was 7:15. Damn forty-five minutes till Monica kill's me if I'm not gone. Get this done and get out now Beth. She slid down his erection her sex swollen, it was uncomfortable but he had her hips now bucking up as he pulled her down slicing into her opening.

Her fluids a constant with both there sexes slick and wet, god that burn to come, here it goes. I hope he can come for me one more time.

"Oh god yes, do it AJ, do it… come inside me," she felt the blast from his cock. How could he come so much after all the hours of sex, "Come AJ come just one more please..."

"What the fuck Beth, why are you calling me AJ, damn it Beth? Fuchs said as he shot out the last of his semen into Beth. She had fucked him for six straight hours now. She was fucking him, waking him, no condom, calling him some damn AJ name.

"God damn Beth you better not be popped damn it. You better be safe right now, that was a real fuck Beth damn it.

"Settle down Fuchs, damn, it went from a nice dream Fuchs to a nightmare waking up to you damn it, how long have I been home?"

"Eighteen hours Beth, don't you remember?"

"No I don't that's how much you impress me Fuchs, that's how much."

"Well next time use one of the damn condoms when you want to fuck me in my sleep and call me AJ, ok?"

"Go back to sleep Fuchs!" Beth held her tummy it was all warm, all the way up. She could feel it, this was her time. Was it Fuchs or AJ she cared not, but she had her cover, no matter who it was; AJ was right she was a fertile peach, split open and ripe peach.

Thank you AJ I'll never forget what you taught me. I'll give Fuchs a few more lessons and he'll come around. He will be addicted to my muff, she thought. Fuchs had actually begged to eat her pussy and did it for an entire hour.

He wasn't there yet skill wise, but she just did a gusher in his mouth and Fuchs had his own. Now up in her belly where she could feel it swimming around, alive inside her womb, nine month's, "nine month's Fuchs."

CHAPTER 15

We got out early considering how little sleep I was surviving on these days. The snow had finally melted away. A bright sunny day, it was cool but refreshing. We drove with the moon roof open, holding hands somewhat getting to know to each other.

This was somewhat a first for me and Bambi to have this type of intimacy and closeness. I had awoken to find the Beth girl gone; a note of thanks on the pillow and a "you are lucky and cleared!" I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

Bambi said it was a girl who fell on the trail and knew nothing more. I was happy to drop it with her, and felt some guilt for a change about the sex, and that felt somewhat nice too. I hoped my wife liked her new guy; I would have time to show Bambi our house. No kids and my mom down to Indy for a doctor’s visit, we had till 4:00 p.m. to get back, no need to rush.

The drive south was an easy twenty-five highway miles thru farm country, big open fields barren of growth in winter. The early winter snows clearing the fields like the bulldozer I used for my lake. Everything stripped bare like a nuclear holocaust

Although my house did not compare to Franke's; his small manicured pond was an acre, I had ten plus acres. Hell if wanted to, I could run Jet Ski’s and a small speed boat and Bambi asked why I didn't.

I didn't want an oily film on our private ecosystem and I could envision fish and turtles chopped by propellers. Scars running down their backs in even slices, no way I could ever accept that.

Looking at the barren fields lining the highway, I often wondered what had prompted the war farmer's waged on trees. Surely some trees could be partitioned. The war seemed almost nuclear. Bambi agreed as she loved the mountains of Virginia and Maryland area. We had so much in common and both spent childhood time there.

The bare ground ran off to the horizon for miles with not a tree in sight. Bambi had driven up at night and had not seen this cleared land, nor did she think about it like I did. The life I knew was disappearing faster and faster and in so many ways.

I could imagine dozer and chainsaws abuzz. The final step dynamite blowing stumps to the very heaven like a sacrifice. Just like I felt my own life was blowing up. We discussed all of this, and more. She understood my paradise was evaporating around me.

My own acreage was once owned by a farmer. He later became a county commissioner and sold the property to his daughter. The property had five trees on fifteen acres, all located within a few hundred feet of the home when I made the low offer.

The daughter and husband were being very contentious. I knew I had no desire to mow so many acres so I planted trees; twenty five the first year alone, and decided to add twenty more per year after that.

In talking to Franke he had stolen his property as well; an estate sale with many fighting relatives like hungry Jackals to the spoils, so eager to spend the cash. They wanted the money as soon as probate was concluded.

The big game hunter Franke waiting in the wings with his 50 caliber Sharps Rifle raised and ready to pull the trigger. He did, and I realized just how good he was. My business was a pop gun by comparison. Bambi laughed at this comparison and pointed to my other weapon.

He already had a Walgreen’s anchoring a new development. The best corner lot on a busy street Bambi told me. The one acre corner, one million dollars and Franke was the broker on that deal; listing and selling agent. He received the full commission. He was truly a big game hunter. I hunt small; he hunts fortunes.

This man was my Caesar and I wanted to pay homage to Caesar. How could I trade my little popgun for a big Sharps Rifle? That became my next goal, to absorb from him like a sponge. Suck up his knowledge. He seemed to want to teach and I wanted to learn. Bambi just sat there taking it all in, encouraging me to talk on more and more.

The timing of the call from Todd couldn't be better. I would let the lawyers fight over the scraps of the car business. If I got a reward down the line, so be it. If not I was moving on, one final car deal. I let Bambi take a short nap in my bed after we made love.

This car deal would take no time at all. One car sale, hour at most with a few odd and ends to clear up hour, hour and a half max, she looked like a sleeping angel when I left the bedroom. So pretty, I hated to cover up her nude body. I locked the inner bedroom door and left out the private entrance for the car lot.

The place was already disorganized people just standing around five at one car. They saw me, I pulled the pin on an imaginary hand grenade, lobbed it into their middle, as I walked by smiling at them.

They laughed it was my way of telling them they were burning five man hours on a one man job. Spread out and survive…stay gathered and die. Bankruptcy was looming over their heads. I lobbed three grenades in my mind as they all stayed together. I had no clout now; my teaching were there, but ignored.

They were getting paid no matter where they stood and Todd sucked as a leader. I smiled at them and walked on. I came out onto the small showroom Todd sitting at a computer. He was trying to figure out how to do a cash sale wholesale, but too a retail customer.

He couldn't get the tax to apply; couldn't get the tax form to print. I saw the back of the guys head covered in a hat. A type of hat I had no idea of what kind. A Beret, no Russian maybe, no idea at all but it looked funny. At a Halloween party it would be a ridiculous hat, on the street it would be embarrassing to be seen in (to me anyway).

They rose to greet me. Todd had a frustrated look on his red face; the guy somewhat pale and vampire like. He had an easy smile, relaxed and open. "There you are," he said. "Gus Lawson," he shook my hand. He was trying to put the squeeze on my hand, impress me.

I had been turning wrenches and working lumber and land for years. His grip was firm, but unimpressive to me and he knew it. My hand hard as a rock; his was a soft banker like hand. I thought a fucking banker, wonderful. How wrong I was.

"Hello Gus," I said. "Todd," I nodded to him.

"Tell Gus about the car, Jackson?" Todd asked me.

"There’s nothing to tell. It’s serviced, warranted, and ready to drive; drive all the way to Florida."

"Good, good." He said in his southern drawl. A twang, almost a slur of words stuck together like dripping honey. I looked in his face as I told him the deal. In some way's he looked familiar. I have met a lot of people; thousands at the auction. I couldn't place him, maybe the eyes.

"Gus here knows your wife Jackson, met her at that club you been spinning discs at." Todd almost chuckled as he said it.

Rolling the lie over and over in his dry mouth; is that where I saw him? It didn't register, and my wife; that didn't click either.

"Yeah," he drawled "saw her there this weekend. She said you were in cars and I need one so I came down to look."

"Todd said you were quitting the business," This guy was somewhat disarming. I could care less at this point. I wanted to do the car deal and say, see ya. I was done with the chit chat and this business.

"Do this Todd, do the sale as wholesale but change the code to taxable. Then print the sales form and tax certificate, than switch back to taxable. Get his ID give him the title and a plate paper, I reminded. Insurance info..."

They stopped me. "Cash sale" they both said. Gus added.

"Forgot my ID, don't have it insured yet, it may even go to one of my workers. I'm just not sure yet."

I felt a little tension as he changed the subject back to me and my wife without taking a breath.

"You and your wife seemed to be having a good time up there at the club."

What had this guy told Todd? I thought. And did I care? He was looking at me with a shit eating grin. I smiled back.

"We like the fun party aspect," I said "keeps us young."

"Well" Gus added, I'm in the area for awhile, I build Apartments. Building one up your way in fact, I'm a project manager."

Good I thought. Come spend your money at the club bring lots of workers with you, but I didn't say it.
He said he would look me up. I turned and left Todd still grinning; like he hit the lottery.

See you fucker at your bankruptcy hearing, it was said in my mind. I gave him nothing in my demeanor or expression to make him believe he had me.

He didn't, I was done with him and the car business. I owned a strip club; The Lollipop. And that was none of anyone's business for thirty-two more days.

Todd made one more call while I was getting coffee at the corner gas store. I was taking myself off the account. I'm no longer responsible; it was paid up so they took me off. They had known me for years.

Todd wanted my mainframe code and my pin. I told him to delete my password and files. He protested, but I remained firm. Nothing was there for him to need; all personal. I certainly longer needed it and neither did he. Just hit delete, delete.

"I may come see you up at that club," he said. I cringed, he could feel it thru the phone; he had landed a blow.

I responded back with, "Bring all your friends, hell bring your cute little wife. I'll give her a lap dance while my wife dances on your head." I laughed out loud.

He hung up in a huff. Maybe he won't come. His wife was younger than me by ten years, two kids but she still kept her healthy figure. I had seen her in a bikini lying back on a chase lounger and she saw me staring at her crotch.

I had on my Ray Bans but she could feel my burning stare. She has pubes poking out around the sides of the crotch panel. She adjusted it, but somewhat moved it aside giving me a look at all her goodies. It looked tiny (like Todd had a small package); just enough to give her kids, but not an orgasm. I beamed a smile at the thought.

I wasn't sure if I would do her or not. She was pretty enough and the bush hair turned me on. But, my mouth on a pussy Todd had been tapping for years; I tasted bile in my throat. I sipped coffee to remove the taste. Driving home it was quite warm now, Indian summer I hoped.

I got back pretty quick and found Bambi at my favorite spot feeding the fish, still no turtles, hibernating till spring I knew. We got in a paddle boat ride as my kids pulled up, my oldest son now the driver for all of them too and from school.

Bambi and my kids hit it off, the kids wanting to know what all the patches and items on her military jacket meant. And she and Liz had a little girl chat in Liz's room while I made an excuse why mom was not with me. I find it hard to look my kids in the eye and lie, but this was a time for that, so I did.

I gave my oldest money and told him to be the man of the house. I instructed him to take Granny and the kids out for a nice dinner at Charleston’s. My daughter protested; she was not a kid now with her own learners permit in hand.

She and Bambi almost seemed like sisters, walking arm in arm the whole time, it was as if it was an instant bond. As soon as I gave him two hundred dollar bills the chatter ceased and all was well in the household. We were back on the rode and right on time.

Bambi had to check in for a briefing at 4:30 p.m. we made it just in time for her to run to her car and squeal away. My wife asked about my last car deal as I entered the room.

"Not a big deal" I told my wife, asking about the car buying guy with the southern accent.

"Hell, he may be the Marriott guy," she said.

"Maybe,” I replied. “He just bought a car Larsee, Lawson some name like that."

"Oh yeah, I remember he needed one for his guys so they wouldn't borrow his. So many unlicensed and uninsured people in the area he told me; a back-up car."

Well that explains why he wanted an open title, I now assumed, wrongly. No liability back on him, this was a smart guy. Maybe I would like him after all.

"He is no threat Jackson. In fact he's got medical problems. Prostate problem; can't get hard and he is small to start with." She smiled a devilish grin.

"Next time I'm gonna run nine inches up his booty. See if that wakes his cock up," she giggled. I smiled maybe I could watch that episode; see if he squealed in a southern accent.

"Did Dr. Perry call you back yet?" I asked.

"No not yet,” she replied, and added “He may not recognize my name Jackson. My name is different, I'm now a Mrs."

"Ok, we'll see if he calls back," I said dropping it.

My wife wanted to do the club later so after it was going we shot home. We did the Jacuzzi and I popped out the built in CD sound system, put on a Journey's Greatest Hits CD and we enjoyed the private time.

"Move this to the club Jackson."

Wow, what an idea I thought; Son of a bitch, the light bulbs blinding me as they fired off in my mind.

"Keep talking," I said as I put her up into the secluded corner, nursing her wetness while she spasm and rattled off thoughts. We finished in the shower.

I realized I missed the great sex with her. We watched the kids play multi-user on the new game system we had bought them. They loved it.

Our daughter talked about a pink Mustang convertible she soon wanted for sweet sixteen; God, two teenage drivers. I needed more business, the insurance was gonna kill me.

We also needed to start an investment account for college; our lives were marching onward fast. I was done with all the improvement on the house and property. I could borrow fifty K against the house at a low rate.

I could make points on the stock market. I called the bank and left a voice mail for my local banker, a truly good guy, told him to do the paperwork, yesterday.

Our kids are very social creatures with friends out the ass. Although the community was still small, it was one of the fastest growing counties in the country and one of the highest per capita incomes. A new school was opening every six months; farm land disappearing by the parsec.

I knew I had to make a decision, tell the kids about the new bar business. It was inevitable that one of the kid friend's (maybe an older brother’s) would stumble into the club. My wife undressed or doing the nasty in the VIP or private room.

Damn, shit, what if one of them wants a private, private with my wife. MILF, damn that movie came to my mind. I had heard the guys talking to my oldest son "I'd MILF your mom man" they would say; American pie, my wife's pie, son of a bitch.

Some young college stud, home on spring break. The city where the club is located (known as sin city); five strip bars in less than a few square miles. Damn it would happen and happen soon.

A lot of older brothers were in the war on terror. Coming home on leave all they would think of would be getting laid (can't get any over there in sand land). Can't even tell which are women or men in those Burqa full length outfits.

It was just a matter of time before my wife was laid back in a chair with her legs up over the shoulders of a hot young service guy pounding into her spending his service pay and his essence; shooting it out his young hard penis into my wife. Oh hell, then the phone call to my son "Hey man, I fucked you mom man, she is hot man!"

Oh god. I had to get this covered. I'm not stupid and neither are my kids, they take after me. They are sharp but they will act stupid, like they don't get it, to get out of some things. How much did they already know? I wondered.

We had minor problems already, little errors like drunken errors. We had home swing parties; kids gone, the property to ourselves and very secluded. I had a big eye bolt at the foot of the bed for the sex swing we had won at the swing club.

I had another bolt in the center of the screened gazebo on the big lakeside deck. We had a party with about a half dozen hot young couples. We put the girls in the gazebo, the guys outside looking thru the screens.

One girl in the swing, the girls around her, they could take a lick and spin her a little to the next girl to lick. Spin the pussy I called it, they loved the idea.

They wore strap-on and big double dongs diddling each other. After the orgies wound down we all went in the house for a big room party. Like Roman orgies.

My oldest son came home one night and saw the light on in the gazebo. He went to shut them off and to look for his mom’s hidden lighter and pipe to smoke some. The sex swing still hanging and big dildos left on the railing, smelling of vaginal secretions. He's a horny teenager, he knows that scent well.

He came to me and told me in a very nonchalantly way, like me, he gave up nothing with that same disarming smile.

"Here's mom’s lighter and bowl dad. By the way, you better get those dildos and sex toys put away before the little kids get home in the morning."

He walked away still smiling, back to his car, back to his friend’s party. My mouth was still agape, "God damn it, girls."

The first time my daughter saw the eye bolts, my wife told her I was installing track lights. My daughter informed her that a swing would go really good there. My wife and I cracked up for days replaying that one in our minds.

I wasn't laughing now. How soon would my kids know mom and dad are swingers and they own a strip club? My mom is a nympho and she got our game system by fucking Amy's big brother.

And he says she is an incredible good fuck, sucks good cock too, the best every, the best, she even swallows, the new rage for teenage boys. Their favorite new phrase "Blew the back of her head off, man." It used to be my phrase. Teenage boys never change.

The new rage now was every girl in JR High and High School was bi. Letting the boys watch them pairing up with horny dripping guys watching. I don't think there is a thirteen year old virgin anymore. They are sex savvy with the online crap and Internet. Malls don't help either. My daughter is chesty, very tall; three inches taller than my wife. She can (according to her) only find bra's at Victoria's Secret. Yeah right.

So how much do they know already. Is my daughter bi already, like her mom now? Her mom found it late in life. But my wife says all women are bi on some level. They look at naked girls just like guys do and like looking at them, more than limp penis pictures. Damn... Fuck... I'm screwed.

What the hell do I do when one of my oldest son’s female friends come to the club for a damn job? They will come, not many good jobs here in farm country. No strip club in our county, too damn uppity for that. Indy is too far and we are only twenty-five minutes up the interstate.

My mind spun, I was reeling. I pictured Dana, hot sexy Dana freshly eighteen out of school. She shows up at our club, friends in tow. The tryouts advertisement from our online site says "no one refused." If she insists I have to hire her.

I always go for first private with the new girls, see if they are cut out for it. Customers always ask "tell me about the new girl." Now I have my wife and I personally guaranteed for half of a million. What the hell was I thinking or was I thinking at all? We are "In for it all now."

CHAPTER 16

I had a serious dilemma in addition to all the personal fears; too much business now seven days into this and people waiting an hour for a private (it sold more drinks and guys paid in advance even though they had to wait their turn). It however caused the girls grief, not to mention stripper wars and girl fights.

The dilemma was severe to varying degrees of intensity. If you know anything about girls of the stripper variety, you know they have attention spans of a five year old or a precocious kitten.

My twenty-five years of keeping people in confined closing booths gave me some advantage, but these guys could only offer money. Let’s face facts, a room of two hundred guys and twenty girls; a girl having to sit with a guy who has very little in the way of game or social skills. If he did he wouldn't be here paying to get laid.

No way could he ever entertain this girl for a whole hour. He in fact since he had paid the fee up front, feels like he should have her attention for the hour. Not going to happen.

I could feel the tension building as I spun the music out watching the VIP room board list grow longer and longer. Girls would make excuses to leave the guy and the hot predators like Anna would move in to do the switch.

I saw Anna go to the bar and strike other names to be replaced with her own. I should have been smart enough to think of this. One thing I knew from my cars daze was never leave a hot buyer, vultures are waiting in the wings to move in on them.

"Oh I had no idea he was your customer and waiting for you," They would lie. Even though they had watched you waltz the guy up and down the lot twenty times to wear him down for the kill. I had the same problem here and now.

I needed a money area for twenty girls to operate separately. I looked over at the area I had reserved for another bar and it hit me like a ton of bricks; make three-fifty on a drink or fifty dollars on a private? Hell with a new bar area.

I got on the phone immediately and called a guy who I knew worked for one of the home improvement company's. He put me in contact with his buddy in sales and I had lumber and materials pulled and on the way in less than two hours.

I realized my status was increasing daily from the association with these hot women. It was a commodity I could use and trade favors to great advantage. All favors were concluded with the phrase, "You'll take care of me, right?"

The appropriate response I always gave, "Of course."

I hoped none were gay and expected a BJ for the effort. I had my fill of kinky sex and was planning a big change in that area as well.

If you want to think of a terrifying sight think of two girls going at each other with ten inch spiked heels, flailing at each other. It shocked me how fast these girls could dismount the big shoes and have one in hand as a weapon of mass destruction.

If you want to clear a titty bar fast just have the cops show up. Its like an air raid siren went off or all the guy’s wives showed up at once. I got my wife to do a long set on stage and got all the girls in the back. I swore to them I would build a ring and let them do smack-down in Jell-O, but I would be the only one to profit from it.

That got them quiet so it was easy for me to sell my plan of more private rooms. They left the meeting all buddies again. I asked for a twenty-four hour truce and even told them I would build all night if need be. I got Kandi to set up new rules and we got back to making money.

Lap rides out front for ten a song while waiting for the lap ride room which for now we called the private room. Before this new group ten girls could be in there giving lap rides.

With the girls I now had "my Nympho’s" they all were going to do the nasty for big money. They wanted the room all to themselves; time for builder Jack to take control.

I had lumber delivered that very day a shit load of it. I was going for four levels of entertainment now; Lap Ride, VIP, Semi-Private, and Full Private with twenty, fifty; and hundred dollar minimums. I would now allow table dances for no fee on the open floor; a tease dance to get'em into the back.

I had Kandi make training tape's with my wife and she was in charge of dance training and performance quality. I worked with her on choreography, lighting, sound, and fog; all the goodies of a hot rock video were now coming together.

All the girls were assigned a routine to do with proper outfits required. Country, rock, porn queen, dominatrix, sub and two girl show. I had twelve acts choreographed in the computer and ready to go, hit the button and it all took off on its own. Hit the button for your act; Easy.

By the following morning I had five temporary booths. By the weekend I had five small private booths built with seats, foot rest and hand holds for the girls. In one move they could be above the guy, pussy in his face, move to another hold for rear entry. It was small enough so you could not lie on the dirty floor.

To meet fire code they had no doors each room interlocked with the other. Slide thru exit left or right you could not see into a room till you were in it, totally secluded and shielded. I had a safety switch at the door, the bar and DJ booth. Hit it and the lights in those rooms flashed like a strobe. The girls knew to cut the action, excise or cops in the building.

They were trained to have thong in hand wrapped around the wrist it could be on in a flash literally. The flash was so bright if a cop ran in to take a picture in there, it would be blurred to the max. Sometimes I'm just too clever for my own good; my wife has told me that many times.

We had the bases covered and the girls trained. We now had so many I had to put girls on a list. We set up to send some to Indy on a mini bus "training camp" I told them. Franke loved me, he paid me per girl. I would send five and get five back ready for the big money, of the biggest packed weekend club in this town.

The five private rooms still had a waiting list, but minutes not hours. The guys are fucking nuts if they had thought it out, they could have gotten out front for free almost all they got in the back rooms.

The girls would try to do that of course. To get all the money taking the Clubs cut as well, but I knew the guys would want private. They wanted to be one on one. Thinking they could turn one of these money makers into a "long term" girlfriend. Everyone in this town wants to be a pimp.

My plan worked well. We needed a laptop to keep track of all the phases, just like at the car lot. Who is next, it was like the reception desk at a four star restaurant, but fresh leg trout and taco pie were on the menu.

The system worked just as well as it did in cars; it was just people. And instead of washers and mechanics it was well, call them exotic entertainers.

I had everybody mic'ed like a fast food workers or secret service agents. We now had ushers or as I knew them big ass bouncers; the bulls of the big boys. We never had fights or even need the Taser I received with the business.

We do use the weapons wand, a hand held metal detector, but the girls were actually my frisker's. All customers were met and escorted to the bar for drinks. The girl's hugging up on them, feeling for weapons. If they signaled, the guy was taken to the restroom and the gun went to his glove box or he was run off, busted. We had it all covered.

Doing all this changing and building took my mind off the dead women, one that might be my own, never known or met daughter. My wife was off doing her own thing. She and Mr. Gus Lawson seemed to be quite an item in the back room, but all he did was talk to her, I know, I peeked. She in fact seemed correct, the guy was harmless.

I was on a mission to build up this club and spend a ton of money to accomplish it, and then buy Franke's Indy club, maybe the swing club as well. My mind functions better when I have goals and the end seemed in short sight.

I had tried to get to Bambi but she had left; a family emergency. No one knew when she would return. I left notes on her door and with Babydoll, but never heard from her, which worried me.

But to be quite honest with new girls "coming" daily for jobs and my menstruations in the private rooms (strictly for training I lie to myself) my mind was much occupied. I would collapse when I got to the hotel room, my wife now spending almost every night with Mr. Lawson.

Franke had heard the news. Another competitor had called wanted to know what was going on. He was losing girls and customers; he was even losing long term people and customers.

In this town every fucking swinging dick is either a bouncer, a parking lot security guy, a DJ or a bar back, or the best yet, a club manager yet to have the opportunity to prove it. And they would all offer to work for free or small tips, side jobs.

"Yeah done that job before" they would say; big lie. They just wanted a chance to hang with hot strippers. I could charge guys to work there but I had my own game plan.

"How would you break-up a fight?" I would ask. The answer was always the same; grab the fucker and beat him all the way out to the parking lot. It was like they were taking out their dick to show me their size. "I think we’re covered for now," I would tell them.

The right answer I was looking for was to never have a fight. If you did you got the guys apart offering a choice, stay and have a free beer on the boss, but stay away from each other or else be banned.

First offence one week, second one a month, and three strikes you are out. Your picture goes on the wall of shame in the lobby, restricted for life just like the post office. Who the hell wanted out for a week let alone for life? We were the new pussy palace.

It was whispered at every plant and work station on the vast expanse of auto behemoths laying on the landscape like battleships. My VIPs cards were sold now not given away. Factory guys would resell them for money.

A dollar off the cover charge now five bucks, two dollars more than any other club in town. However you got to walk right in not waiting on-line. They sold well, one time use cards.

I took credit cards, you could buy lollibucks at the bar, had to be spent that night. No refunds. The guys spent these like water, like it wasn't real money. The bills were stamped with a different image readable under glow light. I modified a postage meter machine to make them like metered mail but it was stamping my lollibucks.

The city fathers of the town gathered police run data. If you call the cops it got logged, if the cops made a report it got logged as a crime; a crime on your parcel of land. Every year at liquor renewal time it was put up on a big screen, to show why you should not be renewed; unless you paid real well to all the city fathers and donated to their campaigns; small town economic development. Yeah right. Payola comes to mind. I had 911 blocked from all our phones. We had our own security now.

We handled it all, guy needs to go for a band aid we got a taxi for him. Too drunk, we paid for a cab ride if need be. I had a flat rate worked out with the cabby’s; anywhere in town three bucks, out in county five bucks. They probably got to roll a drunk once or twice, like a bonus plan.

The big club "Hip whatever" was always number one in police runs and the other Clubs ran down the list in secession. I had done my home work online they were followed only by super Wally world and Mainers.

I planned on living way under the radar. I soon had a full bank machine and a safe full of cash. All credit card and bank machine revenues went right to our new incorporated business account.

Franke had warned me I couldn't survive on using credit cards, that's why he exclusively had bank machines. Customers don't want strip club coming back on the card for wife or girl friend to see. Fifty dollars meant a few drinks, five hundred meant you bought sex or were taken as a sucker.

I still had my old card readers and processing equipment world of wheels my old auto company from four years ago, and that became our corporate name. They could tell the wife it was for car work or custom wheels. Everyone needs their chrome polished once in awhile.

My credit card business was thru the roof; get pussy tonight pay next week on payday. I was back to payday loans. Sense I printed my own money; I could set the rate of exchange. Bargain with the girls.

It took maybe three days for the cash to hit my bank and customers could challenge the charges. As errors or lost card so I got to reduce the rate if they wanted it all up front. Now it was just my risk, they were paid out. Vegas baby. The house always wins.

With the flowing cash I had all sorts of contest going. The girl who sold the most customer drinks got a fifty dollar gift card to the stripper outfit shops. I bought them at fifty percent of face value. I gave them for the most dances and the most fake shots sold per shift. I now had fifty sales people vying for nightly prizes.

Strippers are the most competitive people I have ever met. They put car salesmen to shame. My wife and I did all this and we had not one employee.

Everyone was under an employment contract. Just like a band comes in and plays for the door take. We paid commission only, everyone in the club worked for their tips, we paid no salaries.

We had no payroll and no one had set hours, but if they weren't there. They knew someone would rush to their jobs in a heartbeat. Kandi had list of every type of employees waiting in the wings. The great part was everyone made good money.

My new slogan was the best way to get back on your feet walking the streets is to get caught scamming. You would be escorted to the door fast.

The first time I walked into this club every girl was pouring out a sob story to customers. These poor guys were literally crying in there beers having to listen to the bullshit, "I need thirty for the sitter, fifty for my phone, it’s about to be shut off."

Who goes to a club to hear someone bitch about their problems? My first order was we listen to their bad day problems. They do not know of ours ever. Save your drama for your momma she may care to here it. Customers don't.

Save your drama for your mamma, she may wan'na hear it. I now heard it all over the club; even customers used it on whiney girls. They were all trained to earn the money in an honest way. Lie to a customer and you are gone.

You find a hundred on the floor you bring it to me. If I can't find the owner, it’s yours. It would not take long for someone to come to the bar. I lost a hundred, any ideas they would ask. "Yeah we found it in the private room, here it is."

It doesn't take long for word to spread that you can trust this club. Hell let'em hold your wallet, it’s safer. I had many girls walk up with billfolds, cell phone, credit cards, cash, all got put on the board or the DJ announced it to the crowd.

How much cash is in there the DJ would ask. They would say two hundreds the DJ would look bewildered like it was empty. Then pull out the two bills the crowd would go nuts. It was all part of the show, the illusion, these guy are honest. And we knew we had the right guy who lost it.

From the first night I began building the private rooms by myself I had more free helpers than I could manage from all the DJ's, bouncers, bar back, and wan'na bees. So I had most of the trouble covered. Including roof leaks and other aspects the building inspector or Fire Marshall who I now befriended could complain about.

I met with both of them became a members of the boys club. I supported the school teams and local politicians but I didn't have to. Our club was good to go. I could do it and ask for nothing but fair treatment.

I let the cops come at will for info on warrants. "Yeah she works down the road goes by Desire she had no ID so I couldn't hire her, I sent her there." The cops loved us; we were trying to be good neighbors and community conscience (unless you counted the sex in the back).

I never bothered them with a call and they never opened our door if we were still open at 6:00 a.m. in the morning...

I had guys to scrape the lot of snow, get out the weeds, and sweep the trash daily. I repainted the building solid black, glossy. I put lights all over the building, up on the roof, walls everywhere. All we had signature wise was our logo, a silhouetted girl sucking a lollipop with her hand on a stripper pole.

It was sublime enough that the church next door left us alone. They liked our many improvements. I put a little in the till for the homeless and let their guys take care of our property.

We installed a surrounded parking area for Private VIP valet parking, ten bucks. Wives and girlfriends could not see guy’s vehicles within it. The church guy's monitored the lot. We had no more slashed tires, broken windshields, etc...

Get caught smoking a joint in my parking lot; first offence was a window tap with the Maglite, second time the side window goes k-boom. I no longer had drug issues. If a guy tried to trade drugs for sex or sell drugs in the club, the girls would rat them out in a heartbeat.

One firm rule I put in place right away, no boyfriends or significant others in the club while you are on shift. A boyfriend came in and you are off the floor for the night. This took care of the broke down fucker's dealing dope to the girls. Every dope dealer wants a stripper so he can hang out and deal thru her.

I made it so profitable for the girls they would never risk it. If the Boyfriend tried he got dumped, kicked to the curb. I wasn't hard on the girls and I rarely fired one. It was a money fine divided half to the club half to the other girls as a bonus for having to work more.

Problems that ranked serious, drugs on the premises and so forth were one week back down to the minors. The other girls would rat your ass out in a heartbeat, for endangering the club and their own money.

A twenty minute smoke run was allowed twice per shift while I supplied all food and drinks. We now had the kitchen up and sold food and snacks. I had five days to go till Franke was in town for the big announcement; five days till we were announced as the new owner, just five short days to go.

CHAPTER 17

Make no mistake about it; drugs were cultured into this town as in most towns. Our club was off limits to it. I caught Cherish in the bathroom doing coke. She had it hidden in a small hole with waded up toilet paper, she had gotten two other girls to snort some with her. They turned rat on her after taking a nice big hit.

If the cops found it on our property we would be closed, until I could fight the problem legally. Their jobs would be gone so they became my protection, and came to me right away.

Cherish was a hottie, she was one of the hottest strippers I have every seen. She is a five foot ten inch Viking Goddess just turned nineteen years of age. I hated to do it, but she got a one week boot back to the minor. She tried to trade sex to change my mind, but two girls witnessed it and I told her I had "no choice," I said. "I'll hold your locker, see you in a week." She accepted it with feigned sobs.

It sent a message to the whole house in seconds as she dragged her big carry all thru the club, balling all the way. It wasn't the money, she had plenty. She didn't want to miss the party's. Or some other girl getting her regular's and maybe losing a few.

Guys were somewhat on schedules. You could tell when paydays were. They were there to pay homage to their girl, full treatment. Another rule I was unbending on was leaving the club for outside sex hook-ups. That was a big fine, or your contract to dance terminated.

The city watched for girls leaving the club and going to a hotel. It was Vice's best way to get at a club; even though the club had nothing to do with it.

Strippers are a unique breed; these girls had grandmas by the hundreds. They have more grandmas than anyone else on earth. At first I would just write it off. Tell them work your damn shift if she was dying she's dead. I knew it was bull shit. If they persisted I would get one of the guys over and take her to the hospital "her eighth grandma died this month."

I knew the deal they had banked and wanted a drug run or they had a hotel set up. After the bar closes they can take a fucking cab wherever the hell they want. You can't leave with one of our customers; it looks bad to the cops. Once the doors locked for the night their nightly entertainment contract ended.

They could walk to the corner meet the guy but not leave our bar with him its simple, plain and simple. I did not care what the girls did after hours. I now kept them out of my personal hotel room so they could toke, snort, and blow, whatever. Just not in our room.

I had two party rooms in another name they could use; down the hall away from me. My wife still smoked weed. Cops don't want to bust low lever potheads, no federal money for that.

Narcotics that's what the fed's pay for; seize your house, cars, cash in the bank. They can take it all, even your business.

Excise came in one time we were so packed they checked a few ID’s, saw our security and flashlight guys everywhere and left. We were doing their job for them.

They were under staffed with only five inspectors for the whole state. A lot of bars in this state with illegal gaming machines and plenty of bars watering down their booze. We were not a big priority. Not in our club, we never saw them again.

We had a packed house at the club and packed rooms after close at the hotel. We had the whole wing of the hotel and I had rooms reserved for our out of town customers as well from the web site. We were not bothered nor did we bother others.

I cautioned the girls on going to a guy’s room it may be hot with cameras and cops on the other side of the door. They knew it was safer at the club, safety in numbers. The only exception to this of course was my wife. I gave up on any control of her activities.

I just asked that she keep the other girls unaware of her indiscretions. In any event entertainers were now just customers of the hotel. The hotel had it own security, keeping down there police runs for their own liquor renewal.

So like our club they kept their guests from being hassled. The sex parties were like the Swing Clubs, open raunchy sex on every surface in the room till dawn and beyond. My biggest problem was everyday I missed Bambi more and more.

One of the first things I did before I made my move on Franke was go to the hotels and ask for their phone books to check for night Clubs and adult entertainment establishments.

To my surprise we were the only one listed, thank you Kandi. That meant business travelers got to us first. Since our parking lot was now packed it was in fact the place to be.

Most were older seasoned travelers selling to auto factories or the many businesses supplying these giants; a hundred grand a year or better in income. Refined somewhat and looking for a little out of town fun. A dead fuck at home if they ever did it.

They were the big fish, the big spenders and they had one other important thing in common they hated fucking hip-hop music. So did my wife and me. We got enough of that crap from our own kids. It was as if they wanted to see how far the boundary could be pushed.

I remembered the first time my wife heard my daughter and her friends playing a hip-hop song proclaiming oral and anal sex fun. It went on to describe what I learned was called "T-bagging."

No mother ever wants to hear about a thug dipping his Nads in her little girl’s mouth. The brand new CD went flying in the air into the lake like a Frisbee. "Good throw" I remember proclaiming "I give it a ten."

"Yeah" she said "what do you want to bet they find it or get another." I knew she was right. In fact I heard the same disc playing later that day.

I thought back to high school dances after the Friday night football games. At the time I was a tight end so we were the popular guys and got access to things others didn't, like the A/V equipment.

I was buds with the guy doing the music for the thousand strong at this party. I got him to slip in Zeppelin's lemon song. I could see the face of the Vice Principle the first time he heard "Squeeze my lemon, till the juice runs down my leg." He ran for the off switch.

My daughter has quite the sense of humor. The first time she heard the Morissette song about head in a theater she looked up to the front of the car "aren't you and mom movie buffs dad" all her sib's got a huge laugh as her mom went crimson while I beamed proudly at my two boys in the rear view mirror. Music has forever tried to slip in sex quite successfully.

I was not a prude quite the opposite I love sex in songs at the club. But some hip hop and gangster rap to me is not music. It consists of grunts and shock lyrics, and it gives me a headache.

Girls who would tell me they could not dance to rock and roll but were told they had four other choices of clubs who seemed to love that crap, but we seem to have the money guys. It was their choice I informed them.

I allowed one and one only hip-hop acts every rotation; only then if we had ten dancers on the board for the rotation.

"But AJ they would say I only play R&B" they would lie.

If you go to the other packed bars you will see young guys drinking two dollar draft beer with a few dollar bills to tuck. Ok for the bar owner bad for the girls. My club was loud but it was loud with what these guys got with their first taste of fresh pussy on, rock and roll. They would stay all night, the young guys would stay too; we now had the hot girls.

If we let four heavy rap or gangster songs in a row play. I could watch the money guy's float out the door. By now I was about three quarter’s top shelf liquor and beers. This sent the young cheap guys to the other Clubs anyway.

I was happy to pay their cab fare to leave. We were packed with big fish and players who wanted service and would pay for it handsomely.

My wife knew how to treat these guys all to well. She always had a line of them waiting. My wife's new friend Gus became a regular, he had bought a car from me, he stayed at our hotel and he would only party with my wife.

He would go private and all he would do was talk for five songs. Since he didn't do anything she gave him two five song sessions a night. Always her last customer and when she needed a break during the night.

He became a weekend fixture and had a lot of ideas he shared with my wife about the club business. She would go to his room after work. He had no idea she had told me of his problem or kink. Her new friend was kinky, very kinky. We decided to go on our last swinging adventure; strictly business for me this time, my wife inviting Gus to meet us there.

It was a clear night the air warm and fresh; Indian summer in its entire full glow with a moon bright and full beaming down on the lit up town in full party mode.

The back side of the mini-mart complex was dark and forbidding. The only sign of someone was the glitter off the stripper heels Cherish wore as she turned going down the darkened alley.

"Hey good looking" Cherish lied "What'cha you doing back here."

"Looking at you," Gus said somewhat startled.

"Why aren't you at the club," he asked.

"Oh, I got stupid. I'm just taking a break till Monday. What are you doing in the alley?" she asked.

"Going to get smokes" he lied seeing the ones in her hand.

"You don't smoke" she said her blue eyes narrowing.

"For someone else," he lied.

"You out cheating on me Gus?" she curled her tongue sliding it across her glossed lips.

Well," he lied "maybe."

"Don't do that, take me instead. I need some money too, I'm off till Monday.

"Hey Gus, PMS is hitting me and you know what that means, I'm real close, may start tonight you know, you better get it quick," she said. Reaching out her hand on his limp groin she felt a surge as she said it.

He nodded; she took his hand pulling him along the alley. He was feigning resistance.

"Come on baby get your surprise," come on baby, you'll like It." they walked off.

The cheap room was disgusting and putrid, borrowed from a girl friend, Cally who was at the club, working, taking her regulars; getting her money. They were even as far as Cherish was concerned; the coke was now gone, Cherish had gone overboard again doing it all. She couldn't get more in town here until the weekend.

If she got enough money from Gus she could take a cab to the city and get more before Cally got home. A hundred bucks was a lot for a cab ride, but she needed a bump. All that was around here was tar and she didn't do smack, never have and never would.

She hated Gus, he was pathetic and weird, and she knew that from other girls, a fucking freak. He reminded her of her own kinky father. But somehow he came up with lots of cash and that made it easier to put up with his kinkiness.

She sat him on the nasty bed lying on the floor of the two room flop. Shadowy lights from the bar across the street the only light. The fat whore bar, a real dive she would do anything not to work there. She was way too good for that place...

She pulled his pants down to his ankles. Knowing from experience dancing up on him at the club he would never get hard. She pulled the thong down to the floor as she backed over him and sat her bottom on his slightly bristled face. He needed to shave his facial hair it hurt her thighs.

What the hell let him lick where it doesn't hurt she smiled at the thought. It’s a fine fanny everyone says so. She rotated her hips forward. He seemed to be quite happy with it there. Oh yeah there he goes he likes it she though. Stroking his limp penis was a waste, it would take hours.

She had to get this over with quick, take the five hundred he had given her. She had it hidden in the bathroom when she removed the tampon. She had in fact started and knew it when she met him behind the mini-mart. So what a lot of these perverts like it. He would like that too, she knew he was kinked, the entire girl's heard it from Tess. He probably would like her to dump right in his nasty mouth.

The thought made her wet she moved her sex onto his mouth he was lapping like a dog, tongue like a big old sheepdog. She hated dogs too, she had been bitten by one once as a small girl.

Never liked them since and he was a dog, a nasty fucking dog. She felt his tongue as he was poking it in and out, sucking her gash. The thought made her sick but she liked his green cash.

She ground hard on his face and pushed out. He started to get a little hard he must like it, she pushed harder, Oops, she farted "My God" Oh crap he got harder she could see.

Man this guy is whacked and she felt like he was making her come. She rode his mouth hard he was trying to finger her anus; she didn't go for that crap. She moved back putting her anus on his tongue. He is treating it just like my pussy she thought.

He is poking his tongue in there he wants my butt juice. She began to push as she sat up on his mouth. She was belly laughing as she did it. She looked down he was having an orgasm his hand pumping furiously.

Oh god she pushed harder nasty fucker she thought. "Where are you going? Oh god. I have to laugh" his face is covered "I'm sorry honey, it’s just too funny."

"Good riddance," she whispered as she watched him bolt out the door. What the hell took so long, she thought heading to the shower. "What a fucking pervert."
Its over I got my cash "see ya Gus." "Thanks for the cash shit breath."

She laughed all the way thru her shower. All she could think about now was getting to some more coke.

Why do I do this? He thought; his hand hitting the wall of the bathroom. Why didn't I just wait for Tess she knows what I really like? She is a goddess. She gets me off so good; she's always working with Mr. smug fuck car salesman; that fuck!

God damn Cherish, bitch I should go back in there and knock the shit out of her. She did that to humiliate me. Just wait hot little bitch thinks her shit don't stink. Well it fucking does, I know, "you god damn bitch."

You can't get away with this. You will never tell anyone what the hell you made me do. He went out of the gas station bathroom he had puked till his guts hurt he walked back to the slums. Those shit houses, whore flop houses. What comes around goes around.

His body was shaking with rage he walked faster almost a run now He was close now. He disappeared down the dark alley.

The moon had waned as Cally walked up to the door after the club closed. She wanted to go to the hotel party, but Jackson hated drugs. Better to not party around him she thought. Cherish had the coke, it was her coke found at the club; Cherish snuck in and got it, bitch!

Jackson threw her out with my coke and I need it. She better be at my place and it better be here. I have worked my ass off all night without a bump and she had better not ate it all she thought.

She turned the broken lock walked into the room, lights out again.

"Damn it," she got her lighter to get to the oil lamp lit. She lost power all the time. Her foot tripped on the bed.

"Cherish you in the bathroom, where's my shit god damn it." She held the lighter to the wick.

Took the lamp turned to the bed against the far wall.

"Hey girl, you asleep, Cherish"

"Answer me damn it, Cherish."

"You shit yourself girl?" she laughed as her eyes focused on the sight in front of her.

"OH GOD!" She screamed

"God Cherish," her screams shattered the night. Cally moved forward her foot slipping on a wet surface, the lamp fell to the mattress. She grabbed for it but the flames caught igniting right away.

She grabbed a nearby towel and began to beat at the flames.

"Cherish get out, pull that shot out of your arm and get out." She beat the flames making it flame higher.

"Get, get out now," she fell to the floor the smoke now overwhelming. She backed out of the flaming room. Her hair had singed from the heat. The mattress was now fully caught and aflame. Cherishes face lit up, a smile, her thighs covered in nastiness.

Cally felt the heat and flames roaring now; I got'ta run she thought but my coke. Shit my dope it’s gone, my coke!

"Damn you cherish." Cally grabbed her bag and ran for the corner gas station and payphone; her big bag dragging behind her with smoke coming off her fried mess of hair.

CHAPTER 18

Another great night, but not our best so far; we closed somewhat early for us, only an hour after our legal closing time.

"Big fire close to downtown," my wife said.

"Yeah I heard but I'm not surprised really. Some of these crack houses are real tender boxes. I'm surprised more don't go up, they are so close together. I hope no one got hurt" I said to her.

You ok with the plan tonight?" she asked me.
"Sure."

"Gus is meeting us at the club; he has never seen one before. He didn't know Swing Clubs existed."

"Well neither did I till a short time ago. Did you know?" I asked her.

"Nope," She responded.

"I thought swinging was something old fat farts did in the seventy's. I'm surprised it’s not illegal!

"I guess it’s not unless you charge for it," she said. I smiled at her rather tightly.

"Hey I don't charge for sex," she smiled back. I dance for money but it gets me horny, so I have to do something." She slapped my arm.

"Ok if you say so, listen you show Gus around. I'll get the flyers out and the free cards and talk to the group’s let'em know we are swing friendly, might get us some good girls," I said.

"I love the idea Jackson, it’s perfect. Come save me if Gus takes too damn long, don't leave me with him all night," she begged.

I really didn't get this line from her, hell, she was spending more "outside the club time" with him than me. But again confrontational coward I kept his mouth shut.

I suppose I was too wrapped in checking off my list of things to do, which had to be done for business. Then I could take time to address it.

"I won't, soon as I'm done I want to head back to our own club, Gus is on his own after that. Point out the freaky girls for him. Hey the one girl who walks around with the big strap-on put her on him."

"Oh don't worry; I brought my big boy for him. He won't be able to walk." she laughed slapping her leg thru the tight jeans.

"More bad weather is heading in." I told her.

"Yeah its winter, what do you want Jackson?”

"I'm tired," we both said it at once yawning. "Home James, sex and a nap, now Jackson."

Our plans made for the night I pushed it up to ninety. We were on clear road I could see for miles we were past the speed traps, our turn only a few miles up. She held my hand sang a song to me "Still loving you; I still love you!"

I couldn't remember the name and I just used it for rock and roll trivia the night before. Whitesnake David Coverdale nope, it'll come to me. German band, too much sex I guess killing brain cells. Scorpion yeah!

I had reclaimed my life somewhat; I was pushing my wife to pull back too. Be an owner not a stripper. She would never leave the stage now, it was in her blood and when she did her sets now I alone did her music. Coming next I would boom from the mic "Best damn show in Kokomo. The crowd loved it they always chanted, Tess, Tess, Tess until she got to the stage, she had become the best.

She looked like an Angel floating around the pole, almost suspended in midair with fog floating around her. I would end the set with a big blast of fog she would come off the floor like rising from the dead.

A phoenix rising, she was addicted to the adoration and applause of the cheering crowd. Friday and Saturday she drew big crowds, guys beating on the dance bar till she came on stage. We now owned three nights as the place to be for the best party and split the Sunday crowd with one other bar.

She was my new star, I think Kandi was resenting her now, Kandi may have to go and maybe she knew it. Kandi now took off on Tuesday, I had called it "Tess’s Tuesday's" buck night "come buck me boys!" was the theme.

It was her show for the day and cover, table dances and beer was all a buck. On the slowest bar night of the week we were packed to the rafters. A line all the way around the building, it reminded me of the old disco days, with me on the music all night.

We left the house late somewhat a part night off. My wife's dance clothes were locked up at the club so it was more a business night; a little fun maybe for my wife and her new friend Gus Lawson. He was in town for the few days, again. I was ok with it and he could occupy her while I did my business.

If this worked we could ease off on some aspects and maybe make an offer on the other club. I wanted expansion while we were on a roll.

The owner of this swing club was part of the national registry so he was going to pass our info to all the clubs. We would in turn put his info in our club a win, win for everyone.

"Hey Jackson, I heard a girl died in that fire, maybe a stripper," she said.

"All our girls accounted for?"

"Kandi is checking."

"Hey, call Dr. Perry back leave your maiden name, I still want to talk to him."

"Sure I'll do it in the morning," she said holding my hand.

We saw a guy in the parking lot waiting; we were thirty minutes late, as usual. He had forgotten his ID again and couldn't go in. I had to talk to the owner get permission for him to go into the club on our guest ticket.

Damn a hundred bucks he forgot his wallet again, how convenient for him. Oh well I thought my wife will get it back, ten fold. I was done with my business in forty-five minutes.

My wife and Gus were off somewhere; I tried to listen at all the doors but would just have to wait it out. The room stays are supposed to be no more than an hour per couple. I knew it would not be long. I was trying to pull in the couple’s crowd for our club; I had an idea for "The Stripping MILF's.”

I took a seat just being a watcher. It was the same old thing. Hot couples mixed with big couples, dancing, performing sex acts at random locations. Many were people we had partied with and I got some invites but I wanted to get back to our own club.

This was our money night always our best but we had time. Our club got hot at midnight. We do seventy percent of the total business in a few short hours. And is still the late night club to be at.

Our carry-out business was now fantastic. It surprised me the liquor stores closed so early. One company had all the retail liquor outlets in the city. They dictated price and hours for the community. I wished they would close at nine instead of ten. I would love it.

My wife finally came walking out; sans Gus she was smiling almost giggling. Did I want to hear this story? No way. I was backing away from the kinky crap. I didn't want to slide back. I am an addict, I know it (my personality), can't change it, but I have to fight it daily.

We got on the road and my wife napped. This girl can sleep in any moving object. I can't handle her driving at night anyway she scares the shit out of me, even if I let her drive I can't sleep I have to keep her awake. So I do all the driving.

Hell, she has said to me before, "just cover me up when you're done." As I said motion makes her sleep. We pulled into our own club a little after midnight.

The parking lot was packed, we even had some cars in the over flow at the church lot. The church was a group of reformed bikers and bad boys; a truly great group of people doing good work for the community.

The pastor had made me an offer the forth day I was at the club to buy us out. I told him I was under contract for five years and could not tender any offers till then. I kinda lied looking for some smoke to come off my ass from the lighting bolt, but it didn't come. I had gotten five offers’ to buy our liquor license, one for one-hundred seventy-five grand in cash.

This area because of lowered local populations was over by three the number of liquor licenses allowed. Licenses only cost two grand, if you can be the next one in line and get it approved. At the current population decrease it would be decades before any new cheap ones would be sold, if ever.

I felt good about the half mil. I paid for the club, building, lots, all the inside equipment, and an ongoing business, it was a dream deal. Wish I could do another. I was on the hunt for club number two.

We went in our club and found no bouncer, no DJ but music playing, no dancer on stage. I went to the dressing room to throw my imaginary hand grenade, scatter the troops. It was packed with people.

Yes I had carried that same old drill that worked so well to make my point in the car business. I never got to pull the pin, let alone make the fake toss and go "Boom!"

Half the girls were balling their eyes out.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Cherish is dead, burned to death," Cally blurted out between heaving sobs. She was in her street clothes her hair a mangled mess.

"Hey girls I want everyone out of here. Let me find out and we will let everyone know. Back to work please the guys out front will leave."

They all filed out.

"Tess, help clean her up."

"Ok," she said, her own sobs taking over now.

"Cally you want some water?" I had a bottle I had brought in with me. I was trying to cut back my drinking. She drank as my wife dried her tears.

"Start from the beginning?" I asked

"I got home she had my dope and I wanted it. The lights have been shut off. I lit a lamp I got at the flea market and then I saw her, her ass was dead Jackson, dead, already dead.”

"I tripped on the bed dropping the lamp and the whole room just exploded. That's it. I had kerosene from the gas station instead of lamp oil the whole room just went off, my hair was burning off. Look at it, my hair ain't frizzy, look at my damned hair."

She was still somewhat in shock, I could tell. "Cally how was she dead? How did you know?"

"Jackson god damn she shit herself her; mouth was wide open a god damn needle hanging in her arm. She was fucking dead and I didn't kill her." she broke down again.

"I didn't do it."

I had my wife take her to the bathroom calm her a little. I called the Fire Marshall.

I had made it a point to befriend him and he was a good guy. Rick Sanders was a small town good guy, spitter, he chewed "Bacca" as he called it, always had a chaw. Carrying a coffee cup with a lid he spit in. I could here him clear his throat and spit as he picked up the phone.

"Rick, hey it’s Jackson at the club."

"Oh hey man you don't have a fire at the club do ya, this is the...

"No Rick no fire but I have a question."

"Well I'm still up shoot; you get that new extinguisher I ordered for ya?"

"Not sure Rick, listen Rick,” he spit again.

"Is one of my girls dead, a fire last night?"

"Was she one of yours? I didn't answer. "Jackson, oh Jackson, man I'm sorry but she's crisped Jackson. Not much left to look at Bud. I blanched as he said it so callously.

"Perry's got her now but it's her, Cherish Tulane. She had a tramp stamp above her ass. We got ID, the guy who dated her. It was the only part of her skin that wasn't, well, how do I say this? Charred, that's the only word.

We got hoses in quick, eight minute's from the call by some Cally girl. Hey Jackson she was dead already man. She got a hot shot. Hot shot, what's that dope that's too damn strong. Probably a speed ball you know speed balling. Old Johnny B. died in Hollywood from it, you remember that?"

"Johnny who," I asked.

"The fat guy, animal house bulisha, buloosa something like that."

"Yeah, Jim’s brother. Blues brothers, I said.

"Yeah that's him!"

"So you know she was dead before the fire?"

"Oh yeah no question about it; the fire would have seared her anus, and her urethra closed she had lost her bowel and her bladder already so we'll get good fluids.

"That happens when your heart stops so suddenly, you lose muscle control. The dope stops the heart; body's dead in seconds, the eyes and brain keep going till the oxygen is consumed in the brain."

"Jesus" I said. "You telling me she was alive while her body is just eating itself of air."

I can't imagine the pain I got caught fifty feet down diving once, my air tank regulator stuck, I felt like I was on fire.

"It’s not a good way to go carbon monoxide would be a better way painless."

"Did you speak to Dr Perry, Rick?"

"Yeah all damn day just left him at the county morgue." I got my report so the Cally girl was cleared of anything. Perry was still cutting meat when I left."

"Damn Rick," I said

"Well it's what he does go watch it like gutting a deer apart."

"Hey Rick" I could feel the bile in my throat rising. I swallowed it back.

"What Bud."

"You got Perry's number? Someway I can call him now, she worked for me."

"Yeah right here he's still there. She's a mess Jackson."

"Hey thanks Rick. I sent the money for the fireplug kids, the baseball thing," I said.

"Great Jackson my kids will love ya."

I closed the phone, and then dialed the number.

"Dr. Perry"

"Yes"

"Dr. Perry you may have one of my girls."

“Your girls," he asked back.

"Yeah I bought the strip club; the fire girl she was one of mine."

Well we got ID already, boyfriend."

"I want to be certain… and I want to talk to you anyway if you don't mind."

"When" Dr. Perry asked

"Now… if you don’t mind of course, it’s somewhat important Doctor.”

"Ok, but I can't stop now; hope you got a strong stomach. County Wing; you'll see the meat wagon ring the bell. Wear shoe covers."

"Ten minute's," I said.

My wife wanted to come but I didn't want a twenty-five year reunion party. I also knew Perry had hit on my wife and she had rebuked him, at one point asked me to whip his ass.

He was short and fat and slapping him may have killed him. I passed on defending her honor and she just faded from the job; him calling and firing her after two days of absence.

After that she got to draw unemployment it worked for everyone. I had never spoken to him only nodded as I picked her up at work. He might not even recognize me so I withheld my last name. I find I do that all the time now to remain somewhat anonymous. Strip club business requires caution.

I now had near as I could tell at least half of a dozen girls dead from or somewhat associated with our club. If this is a coincidence I'll kiss my wife's ass, on the O-ring.

I rang the bell but a brick was in the door holding it open. The odor of hospital cleaners hit my nostrils, almost a slight burn. I walked in following the corridor and I let my nose lead me, it was easy.

I pushed the door open looking thru the small Plexiglas window it was Perry. Jerry Garcia lives. We did not shake hands as he came up and stuck his finger at my face; I didn't flinch. He rubbed a finger under and in both my nasal passages. The thought of a cold as a kid came to my mind, Vicks.

"Breath thru your mouth," he said in a booming deep voice. His face had a Plexiglas cover and he looked like a cross between a space guy and a butcher. A space butcher from hell, I thought.

"Glove's," he said, flung a box at me.

He looked at my shoe covers and smiled. He motioned me over; he still had the saw in his hand it looked like my die grinder. I use it to cut bolts and other metal. I assume he cut thru bone and flesh with it.

Body fluids were accumulating in a bucket sitting on a cinder block at the bottom right corner of the stainless steel table. The head of the burned corpse hairless and a grin of a smile, rigor I assumed had the mouth drawn back like a laugh in the Halloween fun house.

I wasn't grinning my bile was creeping up he saw me greening and said "mouth, breath thru your mouth."

I felt like I was sucking a real copper penny the old ones before they changed to zinc. They say blood and body fluid leaves a copper taste in the mucus in your mouth. I was glad for the balm under my nose now, the smell quite putrid.

"Here" he said. He pulled her over with his big sausage fingered paws. I saw the tat and knew it was her but I never doubted that anyway. I wanted facts.

I nodded and he said. "I'm five minutes from finishing if ya wait we can talk in the coffee shop it’s an all-nighter. I watched him finish up and it was true, just like dressing out a deer.

He was very quick he moved with lighting speed suturing her back together. He pointed to the arm "see that" he said "yes" I said "see how the color is "see the pattern." "That’s melted glass a syringe melted on her arm kept it from drying out. The blue is the plunger it was plastic and it melted and burned, ran down her arm."

I studied it and he was right I could see the image clearly. He threw his coverings in a waste recycling bin and we exited to the coffee shop. It was good coffee almost reminded me of Franke's coffee. It was hot coffee so I knew I had a good amount of time with him.

Without his outfit he looked more like Kenny Rogers than Jerry Garcia somewhat an improvement.

"How long did you know her?"

"A few week's, I just bought the club on Diamond Street."

"Oh yeah, the old dive," he said. Somewhat lowering his eyes to the insult.

"You must be doing something right the place seems to be the talk of the town. There ain't been that many cars in there since discos were real big."

What the hell, would this guy know about disco, I thought. What floor would hold his big body and could he actually dance. The thought made me chuckle. He chuckled with me. I had him confused.

"Would you mind just running this down for me? The quick version," I asked. Looking at my watch like I needed to go, but I didn't.

"Well I'm gonna wait on tox screens to come back from the lab, but it's going to be death by overdose, I know it for certain. Black tar probably..."

"Or a mix with coke, speed ball they call it. I call it instant ex-lax." he chuckled again, his belly jumping up and down.

I looked at him questioningly.

"It’s very quick… Jackson right?" he asked me… and I nodded.

"So quick that you lose all your functions, bowel, bladder, heart and lungs; quite painful I would imagine. The brain and eyes go last but you are frozen and instantly immobilization."

"Doc, can I call you Doc?"

"Everybody else does.

"Ok Doc. I been up here thirty-three days these girls are dropping like flies, like flies damn it. It’s too many to be a coincidence."

"It’s not a coincidence," he said. I felt my heart race; I'm not crazy after all.

"It started when china white got here, its strong. Powerful heroin you could cut it many times. Plus its got cocaine in it," He added.

"Look Doc, I know Cherish was a coke-head. Hell they all are if it’s around. But Cherish hated needles. I mean she hated them. She would openly harangue shooter's Doc. I can't see her doing that. I put her out for snorting I had her on a one week regroup, you know, get her act together kind of thing." I let it hang there as he studied me with his graying eyes.

"I love sex Doc, I won't lie. But dope I hate and she hated any kind of needle dope. Not her, others maybe, not her.

Well the toxic screen will ID if it’s the same cut as the rest, started about six months ago. I guess the stuff is still around. I gave a news conference."

I interrupted him. "Yeah I saw that and I talked to all my girls Doc. I don't see it. I got them banking real cash Doc five grand a week in some cases Doc." His face lit up, the coloring reddening more than usual.

"Well I hate to say this but, maybe it’s your fault." I felt my skin rise in heat of anger. My look shocked him.

"Hey, not really; I didn't mean it literally but that kind of cash in those girls hands Jackson. Jackson with that kind of cash they can buy anything they want."

"Exactly my point Doc; they could buy pure Peruvian Flake." He gave me a look like I was a user, knew a little too much.

"No Doc, not me. I just do my research, ok. I try to keep these girls fit, they are my sales force. I need them fit and clean at least for the eight hours I got’em."

"Well what can I say; this is six or seven now by the same thing in the same way."

"Yes doc, at least half of a dozen now in as many months. Could this be being planned out Doc? Planned by a crazy fucking stripper stalker; getting to these girls."

"Nope; we got it all here. We may be a small town, but we have resources when we need them. After the second one it went full blown. FBI, State Lab, I. U. Med School. We tested everything including body farts. Every hair, fiber and fluid, there is nothing here… it’s like I ruled, all of them, simple overdose."

"Anything odd… findings wise Doc?"

"Look you sound like a smart guy, if this was a homicide I couldn't even talk to you until the case was adjudicated, but if you want to see the files be my guest; its public record. I have files that go toward statistics for the feds it’s got no personal stuff its public info anyway. If you want the files I'll print'em for you right now, I hate this too. Look Jackson I ain't no saint either, my wife passed eight years ago."

"Sorry," I said. He nodded. I don't think they were close from his demeanor. He added, to my surprise. "A couple of these girls I kinda knew, in the biblical sense. You might say this is, well... sin city. I grew up here twenty miles down the road."

"I'll look Doc but you are the expert. Take a closer look for the ones, you know, that you knew, ok?" He nodded.

"Here read this." He handed me the file he had carried with him… it was the initial autopsy on Cherish, the abbreviated and checked box version; prior to the transcribed final recorded version.

"Be right back," he said. Leaving the table his coffee sloshing on his shirt no longer covered with a smock. I refilled my own beverage opened the bound blue file. Half the report was pending, waiting for outside result.

He had done a preliminary test to check for Opiates and Cyanamid; both positive from the victim’s blood. He had tested the blood in the stopped heart the deepest blood. The blood protected by the body searing like a steak on the grill. The juices locked inside. No alcohol, Coc (Cotinine) present, a tobacco user. Other than that no other reactions, clean.

I noticed remarks of no other injection scarring. A one time user, no way, I thought shaking my head. He had noted a mark on her anus stating it looked like teeth marks. He had a notation by it that made it seem funny to him, maybe he is a kinky old fat bastard. The guy from Austin powers came to mind and I openly laughed.

One needle mark and a bite mark on her anus, so strong it went thru the flesh and was found inside; the underside of the tender flesh. Someone had bit her puckered butt hole I assumed. Did I do that to her I wondered, we had pretty rough sex but it was a few days back. She was a wild girl. No semen that surprised me, she was a nympho.

I guess my furlough slowed her down for a couple of days; no ejaculate in her throat or stomach content. No recent penetration trauma or vaginal trauma. I guess Deric hadn't got to her yet. She had a slight abrasion on her inner thigh area around her anal opening and vagina.

My curiosity was increasing. He got back handing me a file an inch thick. We shared more coffee, he was somewhat interesting and I invited him back to the club.

"First drink on me. Wow! Would I get that back in spades? "Doc what do you make of these marks?"

"Well one other girl had something like that but her area here on this one, we couldn't get a good read not enough for comparison and Jackson I had the Hom. (Homicide) guys..."

"Look whores have sex got one girl who was menstruating and she got bit. So if the guy’s teeth were there well you get my point."

"Yeah I do, a kinky fuck doc. I felt and saw both our faces flush with redness.

"Is it the same kinky fuck Doc? That's my question."

"Well all the rest are closed. Case solved or no case; the Hom guy is Detective Chambers. He is a young hot shot, mostly gets fighting lovers, gang banger hits and drive by's."

"He's fresh, but he has been FBI trained we get lots of Fed money here you know. Defense contractors get a lot of part from these factory's here. A lot of electronics, World headquarters right down the road and all."

"Sure." I was done, needed to get away. I gave him an entry card for the club and asked for the final results on Cherish. I also got Detective Chambers info and we left together.

He went for pussy at the club. I went to my room at the Marriott. I had two cell phones and could monitor the club from my laptop now remotely. I speed dialed my new home, the Marriott, and asked about night coffee.

They made it fresh for me. I picked it up off the lobby desk on the way up. I hit the elevator button and Gus Lawson was staring at me. I jumped back. “Damn where did you come from? We left you sixty miles back."

"Just got back, isn't my kinda place." he said in that honey dripped voice. We danced around each other; finally I stood still so he could pass. He looked at the file it was marked county coroner on the blue cover.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It’s an old file cover. My wife used to do that kind of typing. I like the thickness of the cover, so I prefer them now," I lied, smiling. He seemed to shake it off.

"Clubbing?"

"Yep sure am, catch the late nighter's."

He was going to my club. We both knew it. I noticed he was walking a little funny like he had a long stick up his ass and was up on his toes. I smiled and quietly laughed as the elevator door closed.

Sliding my card the green light came on, I pushed the door open with my toe walked in and sat the coffee on the sofa table and noticed a smell of cologne or after shave.

CHAPTER 19

I sniffed around it was stronger in the front area. I don't use aftershave. If I wear anything, I use Lagerfeld. KL for men it’s distinctive. And this was like old spice or the cheap shit in the blue bottle; Aqua Velva, its crap anyway. I looked around to see if I was alone and yelled out, "Anybody here?"

I felt stupid as I looked even under the bed and there is no under; in a hotel it has wood paneling to the floor. I went in the bathroom the curtain was closed. I heard a drip, drip, drip someone left the faucet on.

I opened the curtain a little to close off the tap. A scream hit my ear; a small framed body was on my back, claws attacking my neck and back of my head.

I fell out the door staggering and landing on the bed with a big loud humph of air escaping a body. I looked around hitting the controls beside the bed for lights.

Kandi was on the bed holding her middle trying to breath.

"What the hell Kandi."

“God damn Jackson," she kept rolling back and forth, seeming in agony. She started laughing and so did I.

"You fucker” she said. You scared pee out’ta me."

"What about me? I felt like I came into a fucking slasher-movie Kandi. God damn "Motel Hell," plus the Bates guy, and you look like his dead momma Kandi."

Her hair was all tousled not a lot of make-up. I pinched her showing ass under the mini skirt, sans panties.

"What are you doing here?"

"I had to get away from the club, it was getting to me. Chloe and your wife have the bar..."

"Jackson someone was in the room out there." she said.

"How did you get in?" She pulled a key card from her bra.

"Jackson I saw Cherish the night she burned up. It upset me so much when Cally told me that I just had to leave. This is the only place I could come. I was on the bed waiting for you and I heard the door open, but the lights were out in that front room and all I could see was a shadow. It wasn't your shadow, not big enough," she looked at my crotch. "So I hid."

"I smell cologne."

"Me too, she said. Come here, She smelled me. It ain't you Jackson."

"Let’s go back to work." I just wanted to drop something off."

"Jackson do me please, do me, it'll get it off my mind."

"No Kandi, not tonight." She grabbed my crotch. It had been a couple of days, she had her tongue out. "It'll be good baby." I went put the fold over lock on the door. Kandi was naked by the time I was back. She pulled my head into her sex she was dripping wet.

We got to the club forty-five minutes later. Friday night it should have been rocking. It was packed but subdued,

"What the hell?" I mumbled.

"Where you been?" My wife asked looking at Kandi.

"Talk later," I said. She leaned up to give me a quick peck, she frowned, and then her eyes angrily glared at me. She smelled Kandi on me.

"Please," I asked nodding that she was assuming correctly.

"Let’s make some money and get out of here early."

"Friday night Jackson, money night; your rules, we're here till dawn," she said walking away in a huff; her top flapping in her hand.

"Ah shit," my rules, my big screw up. I was allowing this to go totally out of control. Only one thing I could do right now of any good… other than blow my brains out… fire up this damn place and get the crowd and girls going.

I went to the DJ's booth and booted him out for a break whether he wanted one or not.

"HELLO KOKOMO" I boomed from the mic.

"Action, Action, Action," the crowd began to chant. I started my wife's dance set music not knowing if she would even come out or if she had just got off of the dance floor.

"BEST DAMN SHOW IN KOKOMO." they roared loudly in unison for an encore. I did the country set, hard rock, AC/DC heavy metal set, Metallica / Kid Rock "Fuck You Blind," Nine Inch Nails “Closer, Fuck You Like An Animal," finishing with Inagodadavita in an all skate, all the lights blasting, the flame machine going, the roof and floor were moving to all the people on their feet, as ever girl got a private or paid dance.

"Bars open," I said. "Spend some money or get the fuck out." They all put their hands up for drinks. "Fucking action man, he's the best." I heard them say.

I vomited in the bathroom, all of this was hitting me with a flood of emotions, and it was becoming very personal now. Looking at thirty young girls on the dance floor, my girls now, who is going to die next, and what the hell can I do about it. I can't let this go and who the hell was in our room.

I called the Marriott asked if they could code new cards for who entered my room. They had a way in fact to do just that and told me to pick up new ones when I got in. All entry and exit would be logged by key now.

We blew it out the rest of the night, it was a fantastic party. I switched off with the DJ and floated around challenging guys to shots. I was shooting water, they paid of course. They thought I had a wooden leg, but all I got was water bloat. That helped the bile in my stomach. But I needed food, red meat with some iron and protein.

We closed and went for twenty-two ounce porter house steak at Waffle House. We were joined in the back by a huge crowd, dancers and customers, it was like being back at our club but no one was naked. I looked over to another four top table Gus Lawson was hitting on one of my new girls, Destiny I think, sometimes it’s hard to keep track of them.

I looked at his eyes they we somewhat red. I just kept thinking I had seen him before the Car lot. He had said he was in the club before that. It was the eyes. He suddenly realized I was burning a hole thru him and he looked back at me, a dead stare, a stare I had seen before.

The guy in black; the guy in the Chrysler who ran from the club; the guy who ran from the parking lot as I pulled up; the guy who was following me; the guy who was after my wife; the guy who was now staying at our hotel; the guy who was now our friend; and now he was sitting with our group like he had been there forever!

He looked away and his face was smoldering red with rage, face glowing with Rosacea. He actually looked frightening, or frightened as he got up and headed for the bathroom. I wondered if he wore cheap cologne. Kandi was on the other side of him. How well did she know Gus Lawson?

We went by ourselves to the hotel, I lied "we had stops to make." We went straight to the lobby for new keys they were marked key one and key two, just me and my wife. They had reset the locks and asked if I wanted hotel security to check my room. I declined.

I had the Taser from the club in my wife's purse and the nine mm. Browning from under my car seat in my back waist band. I had told my wife to forget the cheap mace in her purse. All it would do was piss someone off. The stuff is like eating jalapenos. I can spray it in my mouth, it tastes good to me.

We got to the room. I smelled the after shave, now even stronger.

"Can you smell that?" I asked.

"Yeah… smells like Aqua Velva," she said. "It doesn't smell like Kandi's pussy all over your face," she slapped my chest and arms. "You mother fucker! Why are you sneaking around with her? You bastard; are you wanting to rub it in my face?" she slapped my chest again harder.

"It’s not like that… you know that!"

"I don't know anything about you anymore. Don't touch me," she screamed. Pushing my hands away as I tried to calm her...

"Who wears it, the Aqua Velva?" I asked

"A lot of guys, they come from the plant and they stink, hell they sprinkle it on their damn heads," she laughed faintly thru sobs.

"Look...I didn't... well. I never asked for an open marriage."

"Who specifically smells like that?" I asked. "Tell me names."

"Well hell Jackson that's hard."

"Close your eyes and walk thru the sitting area; try to envision who is sitting there; just do it, close your eyes." Now forget my voice. Smell it, breathe it in." She inhaled in deeply a few times. "Who are you thinking of?" I asked.

"Gus, Gus Lawson," she replied.

"Oh shit," I thought saying it out loud. I looked at the file on the sofa table; a corner of paper was hanging out. I didn't remember it that way as I opened the file it was the newest case.

Perry had copied the file it would have been oldest first. It was backwards; unless he had a collator, but even if he did why hit the button when it resets each time? I know business equipment inside and out, I was an office products dealer in Atlanta, Georgia.

He would have copied the oldest first the newest last reverses in the hopper, then my copy would be reversed again. Someone had gone thru these laying each copy down face up instead of face down. They had reversed them; someone was tracking me, wanting to know what I knew, Gus Lawson… “Gus Lawson… damn… it…”

My wife came in… new sexy outfit.

"Be right back" she said.

"Why," I asked.

"Gus missed me, he wants a quickie. It makes my night."

"Why?" I asked again, "you banked."

"It will make tonight my personal best. Don't you dare give me that look, not after what you did tonight, fucker!"

She was out the door her little play bag in hand. I could see the marks around her tight ass she had the strap-on harness under her hot pants...

I started to cry out but what could I really say. Was I being paranoid? Was I? I opened my laptop hit the Internet key; the wireless connection was almost instant. Love broadband I thought.

I opened the file began to read the now used copies. I felt the hair on my arm raise it was like I could feel someone else's aura on these pages. Or was it looking at real names, not stripper names.

What was the feeling, it’s very hard to really know these girls. Hell in the employee files we have ID copies, but if you asked me the real names of two girls I couldn't tell you, Kandi is that her name? No idea.

I continued now seeing these girls as, well, different; more personal but like I knew them for the first time. I could picture the faces all in a row gliding down the aisle, gowns to the floor, tassel hat, high school graduation. All these girls so damn young, what was my wife caught up in? And what the hell am I? What am I becoming?

I went to the bar and opened a decanter; the smell of bourbon came up to me. I downed two large gulps. I ran for the door and went down to the lobby to ask for Lawson's room. She had none registered. Damn it. He is not using his real name. "Damn it."

"Are you ok, Sir?"

"Fine, I'm fine." I looked out the double doors, walked out.

I went out into the parking lot looking for one of the two cars I now knew that he was associated with. The parking lot was full. I was huffing as I ran over to my car, better to drive. Shit no keys, I looked up to the top floor suite knowing I left them on the night table.

I went thru the whole front lot and found nothing. I moved to the employee parking area on the side. Two guys smoking by the side entrance; employees washing and pressing linens on a break.

I got around to the back side, no flood lights back here. Just the shadow cast from the open rooms above. I could hear the rush of the creek water, but it was hard to see toward the back lot near the creek. The only way I could make out several dark cars was by stumbling into them, feeling for them.

"Who the fuck would park back here, Gus Lawson."

One looked like a Chrysler I went over to and felt the five star emblem on the hood…I reached for my lighter "shit," on the night table with my smokes and keys. I felt around the car it was an LHS, black or dark navy blue.

I slid my hand along the bottom marker lights; the first one intact. I moved my hand across to the other one and felt the instant stab of pain in my finger; pulling back, I caught the serrated edge of the broken lenses.

"Oh hell, fuck." I screamed as it tore open. I had jerked back and sliced my finger to the bone. I compressed it with my other hand the blood spurting out of it. I groaned in agony "fuck" I need a big drink now. I ripped a piece of my sleeve off to wrap it around the still dripping finger as all went black with a dull thud.

I got to the room very groggy; it was throbbing with every beat of my heart. I went in the first bathroom; the meat was pulled back. I could see the white of tendon and bone. I then wrapped a hand towel around it, going crimson instantly. I put ice from the fridge on it, and walked into the bedroom.

My wife was asleep under the comforter.

"Hey babe, wake up for a minute." She covered her mouth holding back a scream as she saw the bloody towel.

"Oh my god Jackson what the hell did you do you fool?"

The hospital was right across the road from the hotel. She was very pissed at me for my foolishness and paranoia.

"Jesus Jackson you are losing it, the guy is harmless. Trust me."

It took eighteen stitches to get my finger back together. It was splinted to another finger to keep me from moving it. After two shots in my ass and a prescription for a slight pain killer "Darvocet" which did nothing for the throbbing ache that had begun already

We made it back across to the hotel with the sun now up. I had my wife go to the girls rooms; they were like a damn walking RX in and of themselves. I had footballs, Percocet, Vicodin, Oxy's, hell I had a little of it all. Soon I was in lah-lah land, throw a little booze on top of it and I was able to sleep; coma was more like it.

CHAPTER 20

My wife and I finally headed home, she drove… I was too lubed up on good dope. I kinda liked the Vicodin. No damn wonder people get hooked on them, this is good shit.

It was late afternoon already. Our kids had a program at school a "seasonal program” and you can't use words like Easter or Christmas, not politically correct today. They are seasonal programs… what crap.

"You're ranting Jackson!"

My wife thinks I'm losing my mind. She thinks I'm burning the candle way to hard and my mind melting down to the wick.

Right now my mind feels real damn good, but my thoughts are cluttered. Gus has to sneak with my wife… told me he has reasons… she says. He uses fake names to lay low. It somewhat makes sense.

Maybe he is married. Maybe his wife is up here somewhere and he's out cheating. She knows he had pee-pee problems so she probably trusts him, but I sure don't. To me it all adds up… but no one else sees it.

The detective is off for the weekend. I have no where to go but my dull brain (happy brain) has a plan, I'm dumping my wife. I'll go to the school program, let my son drive her and the kid’s home. I'll give her the night off.

I'll head back to Kokomo track this guy down, who is tracking me. I don't want my wife anywhere but home… till I get to the bottom of this. My wife now thinks I'm sneaking off for sex without her, she will think I'm doing it tonight. If I spring it on her with the kids at school, she's kinda trapped; she can't slap me around too much.

I need a good lie, a believable lie. A lie she will take the bait and swallow whole not even feel it go down. I wish my happy brain would work again. I took another two vicodin maybe that will help. I didn't need to lie at all in fact. At the mention of a night off, my wife jumped at it.

She wanted me too as well I; however had the start money and I had to open. At least get going. I got to the club fifteen minutes late, the usual. The parking lot was filled with girls bags in hand; customers trying to get them to leave with them for free or for money. I stagger to the door having a problem with the key, Chloe helped me.

How damn ironic the drunk helping the drugged up non drug user. I got the club open, no Kandi, her phone didn't answer either. I hit the road looking for the car I sold him or the blue Chrysler, now with a broken and bloody light lens.

I hit all the hotels and all the strip club bars. If I could get a plate number; I could call and say I just clipped the car and needed the owner’s info too, you know, send a note, the right thing to do. That might get me somewhere, a start at least.

I kept driving. I needed the files from the hotel; they were under the mattress now. I made it my last stop. I was sitting in the car my mind somewhat fuzzy when my phone rang.

"Boss its Chloe you coming back."

"Soon," I said.

"Well I'm swamped, still no Kandi."

"I'm looking for her now" I said "ok."

"I got the bar." She sounded like she just got promoted; I started to close the phone.

"Oh Jackson, someone called for your wife. I told him she wasn't coming in tonight she was at home." I froze.

"Chloe what did he sound like did you recognize his voice?"

"Not really, he had an accent… you know hickish… you know… a draw," she slurred.

"You mean southern drawl Chloe?

"Yeah that's it.”

I hung up Gus Lawson, god damn Gus Lawson. . .

CHAPTER 21

Images flashed thru my mind but all I could see was young women. I see it every year at our school. We always go to graduations our kids always have friends who are making the leap onward.

But these girls I was seeing them in my mind. They only got to the light and they disappeared no hand shake no diploma; gone each and every one of them. I sat in the parking lot of the hotel I had searched the lot his car no longer there. I had checked it earlier; it’s why I was late to the club.

I worked the file notes over in my mind. Similarities, date, times, where at, how found, had they had intercourse. I knew these girls. I bet you could always find semen in these girls’ twenty-four-seven. They are Nympho’s; my Nympho’s now.

They do it at work, after work, at hotels. How long for semen to go away? How long before it breaks down. I needed to talk to Perry. He was at the club, he was at Waffle House, and he was beside Destiny. Perry, Gus, Kandi; no they were split boy, girl, boy, girl. Kandi, Perry, Gus, Destiny. Yes. I hit my speed dial again for Kandi.

"What" she screamed into the phone.

"It’s Jackson."

"I can read; a little busy Jackson." she sounded like she was bull riding.

"Don't talk ok; are you with Perry big heavy guy, guy from the diner?"

"Oh yeah, ride’in cowboy, she grunted. I could hear someone huffing for breath.

"Tell Perry to call me, when he is done. Give him my number, its important." I hung up and called the house… no answer. Still at school, I assumed; it’s a few hours long I guess.

I opened the laptop hoping to get the hotels Wi-Fi, it worked. I looked on Web MD, no good info. I tried the doctor's only section, it was password protected. “Crap”

I have heard the vagina is caustic. It kills sperm very quickly, a protection mechanism to stop infections. Sperm has to go into the cervix, enter the uterus, and swim up the fallopian tubes.

Hell it only takes one good swimmer. One good swimmer so, hell ninety-nine percent could die and you would still have millions, did he test the fallopian tubes. Dead sperm would test for blood type but no DNA, or was it the other way around?

It would be killed by the vaginal secretions. Whoever this is he is impotent. I was way over my head. "He ain't come inside them." I remember Perry saying. The phone rang. Not one of my stored numbers.

"Yeah," I barked into the phone.

"You my new best friend Jackson," Perry said with a big thick chuckle.

"Guess so, tell me about pussy? I asked. I could almost hear him fall off the bed.

"Jesus what a question Jackson… Well I like it a lot, how's that," he said laughing.

"No clinically; the ins and outs of. Oh hell that sounds stupid."

"Are you still on those overdosing cases… the girls?"

"Exactly, all of it…” “Tell me all you know."

He filled me in best he could to a layman, another bad pun, I thought. He agreed if it was a bad guy doing this it was a non-secretor or non-intercourse sexual encounter. He was now curious about the bite marks.

In starting to hang up I told him to get Kandi to the bar. He laughed, "Funny Jackson."

"What do you mean funny, isn't she with you, wasn't she just with you?"

"No left her last night, she called me… told me to call you, few minutes ago. I invited her over… she told me she was not in town."

My mind was spinning, why would he or Kandi lie.

"Hey Doc I got'ta make a call." I hung up on him.

I opened the phone and it flashed low battery, I redialed Kandi; straight to voicemail. I heard the beep beginning and looked… low battery… damn. I looked thru the car, no charger, ah crap it was left in the hotel room.

I tried the house one more time. Busy, my phone shut down completely. I just kept thinking… Gus Lawson… Gus Lawson… it has to be damn it. I needed my car charger and to get back home.

I ran up the stairs not wanting to wait for the elevator. I opened the door to the hallway and froze. Fifteen feet away two men stood in front of my hotel room door, it was open. I paused to catch my breath and they turned toward me.

"You're room?" I nodded still panting and breathless.

He curled his finger for me to come toward him. I staggered only a little. Cops I knew, the shiny shoes gave it away.

"I need to make a quick call home..." I started to say but they pulled me forward and into the room. I was taken thru the front part of the suite. Lead to the master suite and moved toward the opening of the bathroom door. One held my arm; one had a hand on my neck.

I looked around and the shower was empty my eyes moved to the Jacuzzi tub. I saw reddish blond hair. I moved closer leaning over for a better view; Oh god Destiny… "Destiny" I had said it out loud.

She was sunk down in the tub with her hair spread; a needle hanging from mid arm her other hand hung close as though she just shot up. I could smell the feces and urine; her mouth open in a smile, a fake smile like a doll frozen in time.

"You know her?" he had asked three times. The surgical band hung loosely on her arm.

"Do. . . You. . . Know. . Her?"

"Yes, she is one of my new girls. She works for me… I was with her last night."

"You give her the dope?” He asked.

My mouth flew open in protest; it was so dry now I couldn't speak. I stopped the thoughts in my mind... I needed to get home or call home to my wife.

He knows she is home, she is next, and he is setting me up. He hates that I'm running this business. It had to be Gus Lawson. I need to get home now!

"I need to call my wife."

"Are you gonna talk to us or do we need to take you for a ride downtown."

"Hey answer me, are you deaf."

"Look," I said. "I left her last night with twenty people. Twenty people at the Diner."

They pulled me into the bed room one now holding my files from under the sofa bed.

"Explain this?" he asked. "This is from Perry's office… got his stamp on it; it’s even got his copy code at the bottom. How and why do you have these?"

My head was spinning; I turned rushed toward the bathroom and vomited into the sink. I heaved until my guts burned in pain.

I could see the two blue footballs I had taken for the pain thru my blurred watery eyes.

"Is that what I think it is?" One of the cops said. 'Yeah it’s a football, this guy is a doper." I explained the whole thing, my cut hand. Everything I knew about Destiny, I didn't even know her real name.

They somewhat believed me, sat me on the sofa. They were searching the bedroom; so far they assumed she overdosed. But thought I was involved in someway. They had collected everything out of my pockets. But my keys were on the table across from me, calling me to run, get out of here.

Two guys came in with a collapsed gurney and they couldn't both fit so one went thru and the other pulled the cart into the door, it was my opportunity. I bolted.

I hit the stairs taking each flight in two leaps. I sprung out the emergency exit with the alarm squealing into the night behind me. I was out of the lot across the highway doing a hundred miles an hour in what seemed like seconds.

The cops had my wallet and I hoped they sent reinforcements to my house to find me. I braked to a stop sideways; the tires screeching as I came to a stop at the payphone a few blocks to the south; the burned rubber smell wafting up in a cloud that looked like my fog machine. I had nothing on me in the way of money so I dialed down the center. It’s all I could remember.

I stepped thru the collect call process. "Fuck," busy. I pounded the phone into the receiver receptacle.

I tried the second home phone-line. "Fuck" busy. The computer was on that line usually. Third line… damn, the fax machine picked up. I did the first line again…. Busy… “Damn!”

I heard the "whop, whop" of a cop car sounding off in the distance moving closer quickly. My tires burned out of the lot and I was back up to a hundred in a flash. I got three roads down and chalked the brakes sliding sideways, gunned it and was flying down a side country road; I never dropped below sixty.

I hit the alternate county highway. It ran parallel to the new freeway. I never stopped. I ran every stop sign for twenty-six miles. I took the road jog one and a half miles north of my house, almost losing it. I turned on my road and finally let off.

I was slowing down to a cruise when I caught the glimpse of a leg passing my front bedroom window. It was there and then it had moved around toward the side of my house; toward the big bay window in our family room.

I hit my emergency brake, one notch only. It allows you to kill all lights, daytime and night runners. I slipped the Trans into neutral and let it coast into my second drive. I rolled the dimmer switch to bottom and clicked it shutting off the interior lights.

My hand went under the seat, the damn gun was gone. I had put it in my wife's purse, "shit." I jumped out letting the car roll into a bush I have at the edge of the drive way. I didn't want the brake lights to give me away. I let the door fall back, it was quiet.

I bent down, like stalking a deer in the woods. Adrenalin was rushing thru my blood. My hand grabbed a broken baseball bat at the corner of the house. I use it to drop down the down spouts to clean them out. It felt hefty but I could only hold it with three fingers. Two were taped to support the wound.

I moved around the house a big deck in front of me I saw him all in black, looking in the window. He didn't see me yet. I went up the steps heavy treads so they don't creek, but the last step.

The last damn step, a twig, a twig dried by winter, cold. It snapped like a rifle shot or so it seemed in my mind. He turned his black ball cap down covering his eyes. Gus Lawson.

My momentum carried me as I raised the bat. I saw the flash from his hand. Knife or Gun I thought. I swung the bat with all my might. He moved just in time lying back on the deck bench. His foot landed right in my groin. It was a good shot, the best shot. Lightening shot up into my brain.

I fell forward swinging again. My face hitting the back supports to the benches. I felt a hit to the back of my head. Then I heard steps receding around the back of the house. I could see my wife in the family room. She was in a night dress my mind went fogy. . . . . . . . .

My vision cleared somewhat; Kandi was standing in front of her a hypodermic in her hand. She raised it. My wife kicked her foot around, catching Kandi's calf. Kandi stumbled.

My testicle's felt exploded and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Kandi slapped my wife hard across the face, her hair flying in a cascade of Blond, almost surreal. Like slow motion. My wife turned cold with rage.

She unloaded a kick like she's going up the pole for a flip and hang. But her foot caught Kandi on the chin; her face flew back, and her body followed. I saw her head hit the brick surrounding of the fireplace.

My wife ran from the room toward the bedroom; the safe room maybe, our secure closet. I crawled up. Stooped over somewhat, I part crawled, part walked. I still had the broken ball bat. I moved off the deck across the lawn.

I caught his shadow in the back light of the rope lights around the decks out by the lake. It’s Gus Lawson. I finally got some speed up; the adrenalin pumping from seeing him. I saw him duck behind the gazebo. I knew it came to a dead end.

I moved after him, I saw the flash from his hand again. I picked up a rock from the garden (crystal, a geode). With one hand moving the bat up, I threw the rock thru the screen of the gazebo. It exploded in a flutter, the lights making the loose screen look like bat wings fluttering.

I heard the grunt. It had hit home. I hoped his fucking head was smashed in. I swung the bat around the corner going low. I knew he was crouched down now. The bat hit something hard but I felt the stab of pain. Shit he's cut me again.

My free hand reached out, I caught his Jacket. My two hundred pounds and forward momentum carried me over the rail of the upper deck. I pulled him with me over the rail two foot up off the water.

I hit the water first; the pain from the frigid water put me into shock. He hit beside and over me. I still had his jacket gripped in one hand. I felt like he was trying to stab at me. I shoved my splinted finger at his eyes. I heard him scream but I felt another sharp pain in my groin. He has stabbed me again under the ice cold water.

Rage went thru my whole body as I pulled him under. I could feel the hose from the fountain and pulled it up lifting the weight that keeps the fountain in place. He was trying to gouge at my eyes. I pulled him down, wrapped the cable and hose around his neck, and used his body to kick off of.

I let the weight drag him down as I kicked at his head. He could not fight me and the rope around his neck at the same time. My lungs were on fire, blood racing so hard I felt like my body was exploding. Like the dying so called over dosed girl's.

Sparkles of light, flashes either in my eyes or just an illusion to my oxygen starved brain; I couldn't figure out which way was up or down again. The cold icy water had me confused. I just let go hoping to float up, and it worked.

I kicked out but felt his hand grab my foot. I couldn't tell if he was stabbing or biting my leg but I kicked my Reebok off and he lost his grip. I tried to push off again.

I was now tangled in the supply hose; he was trying to wrap me up in the damn thing. I knew he didn't smoke so he had more lung capacity than me. I flipped up as hard as I could, caught a few seconds of air.

I knew where I was now; my arm came across grabbing hold of one of my fishing platform pylons. I used the leverage to slip his hold and slid out of the hose. All I could think of was my wife and kids in the house.

I hit the surface as fast as my numb body would allow and tried to rise up toward the surface, I felt another jab but it hit my other shoe. I grabbed the lattice surrounding the lower part of the deck, crawled up spitting cold water from my mouth and coughed it from my lungs.

My lungs were on fire. I rolled onto the deck, pulled myself up by the bench, and crab walk around to the path leading toward the house.

I felt like I was weak from blood loss or the frigid water. I had a hard time thinking straight. I hit the back storm door but my arm went right through the glass. I had so little feeling I had a hard time gauging anything. "Shit" it was open.

I pulled it open and went thru the sunroom. The sliding glass door was unlocked; I moved thru the living room and back to the family room but Kandi was now gone. I turned and headed for the bedroom; my wet clothes leaking water all over the hardwood floor. The master bedroom door was ajar.

Candles flickered on the walls. I opened the door full and saw my wife was laid out, she looked just like Destiny. My brain went to black with a flash and searing pain; the noise of a deep thud in my brain. I felt my head hit the door frame as I fell thru the door; its black all black. Where is the light? There is no light!

CHAPTER 22

The room was barren and bleak bright overhead lights; wire encased unbreakable glass covering each fixture with pale vomit green paint covering the concrete walls. The door to the room was steel, just a metal hospital bed up against one wall.

Several monitors lined a recessed secured area above the bed. Lines ran for I. V. drip, oxygen, and chest monitor's with a steady but slow beating beep the only sound in the room. A tube came from under the dull gray frayed wool blanket, the tube filled with yellow fluid going to a bag hanging below the I. V. bag mounted above.

A chart held by an Iron ring was at the base of the bed. It read patient name and other information, stamped in bold red were the words “caution, violent offender, full restraints”. Admission date read three days ago, followed by nursing staff entry notes.

The man had the start of a full beard beginning to grow out, now a quarter inch long; sandy reddish blond hair but many white whiskers in the beard hair. A large yellow encrusted bandage covered one third of the left side of the partially shaved scalp due to an oozing head wound.

The nurse came in to take vitals; pricked the big toe for a reaction, got none, and left the room. The steel door slammed shut causing the man’s eyes to open slightly as he looked around the bleak room, feeling no energy in his body or life. Where the hell am I he thought to himself; remembering nothing. He fell back into the nothingness of a lifeless mind, body or spirit, as time marched on.

He raised his head with effort looked down tried to raise his left arm he could feel the IV line see it running to his arm. He heard a click of metal his hand cuffed to the bed rail. He lifted the right hand and saw the same cuff problem. He tried to rise just with his own back muscles to no avail, too much effort for his weakened body. He passed to darkness again the look of the dismal room dimmed slowly to his bleary yellowed eyes.

Three floors below in a much plusher atmosphere Tess sat with Gus Lawson. Tess had just dismissed Kandi to go get the club open.

"Tess you know how much I care for you but you must let this guy go from your life. He tried to kill me, he is a crazy man hyped up on pain killers, look at the lab report."

"Remember all you have told me the last month, a life long drunk, no regard for you and the kids, failing at every business venture. Cut him loose once and for all Tess."

She nodded, "I should and have to don't I for all our good."

"Don't post bail he is fine up there and he will be well cared for, the cops and county have to pay for it right now. If you bail him out he moves to the regular wings and you have to pay. Think of the money; it will bankrupt you Tess."

"I'm just thinking of this for your own good."

"Yes I know you are right," she said. Then you are prosecuting him for attacking you Gus?"

"You bet your ass, he belongs in jail, just for a little while, it will be better if you go ahead and divorce him take the club, keep it from being taken in legal fees. Have him declared incompetent, then file for divorce and protect your assets for the kids sake, dump that big house and payment let's sell it. Move up close to the business."

She nodded, "Yeah it’s too much for me, I'm glad I have you to advise me Gus, it’s been a blessing." He grinned broadly.

"I'm always here for you now Tess. I left my job for awhile to help you out."

She looked so small and helpless without the fancy clothes and big stripper shoes, childlike he thought.

"One other thing Tess, protect yourself, if the cops ask you about the drugs he will tell them about, say he was on drugs and out of his mind. You don't want to find you and Kandi in Jail with him do you? The club may go down the drain as well Tess." She nodded.

"I have to go to the club Gus."

"Nah take the night off again Tess; let's go have a nice dinner. I'll buy again, then we can go to your suite at the Marriott, can I give up my room and keep you company for awhile? I'll be happy to make that sacrifice for you." She nodded.

"Let's go then," he said. They got up and walked out. Gus Lawson had the biggest smile of his life on his face.

Three days later Kathy Barnes walked into the hospital, she had been looking forward to this day. She was assigned to the county jail wing; it was small with only three beds, only one being used. Her husband’s old partner and according to Todd he had cost them plenty.

Here she was making double time and she would have all weekend with the comatose smug bastard, she couldn't wait. Maybe she could wake him up. Nurses had way's to take care of and manage unruly patients.

Maybe time for a new catheter; she had a mental picture of a very large one, no numbing ointment. He had been out of it for seven days now and time for a change, maybe a mental wake up call, Bastard.

Since he was the only one in the lock down ward and wing, she had all the privacy in the world. Yes AJ you will have a fine weekend, fine indeed. A big smile on her face as she left the locker area went to supply area rummaging thru the catheter boxes.

Oh yeah that will do, that big sucker would scare a race horse, she laughed to herself. Better get one of these while I'm at it. She grabbed a roll of gauze and a surgical band knowing that would make a nice little mouth gag if he is too noisy. Todd will be so happy to hear this tale.

Hum maybe an enema was in order as well, she laughed as she grabbed one of those kits as well. What else she thought, looking around the supply room, specula wonderful, this will do for a few fun minutes.

She thought back to a time when she actually liked the guy. She had even flirted with him a few times, even flashed him, just a little tease. But with the shape her family was in money wise left her feeling he deserved whatever he got. And once she got him awake he could transfer to the county jail and a group of cons could take care of his cute little ass.

She had treated many prison guys here over the past fourteen years. Guys brought in with there rectums ripped open from multiple gang rapes. Not much you could actually do for them. Stuff some ointment up their ass to replace the semen in their filled cavity.

Get'em shrunk back up and ready for a new raping and gang bang. Till they were so stretched out from all night sex feast and them the buffet, they didn't come back more than twice.

She had some come in with so much semen in their ass it had to be evacuated before treatment. Yes old smart ass AJ, a jail house whore for a bunch of Spic's and Gang Banger's, wonderful she thought laughing.

Yes that would be the real justice. She hoped the son of a bitch got fifty years in prison; charged with seven felonies. Oh god, can hardly wait till I can Todd.

AJ was lying there; he could hear the beeping sound almost like a dream, his eyes shut but his pupils moving back and forth under the closed lids. He was dreaming about Bambi. He dreamed she was stroking his penis, making him very excited and happy. The first happy thought he could remember at this point.

He felt an unusual feeling like something being drawn out of his penis and after it was out he felt relief but a slight burning. Not like the burn in your guts that builds before orgasm but a light tingling in the urethra, he opened his mouth to protest the slight pain. He felt his mouth stuffed with a dry paper like substance and shook his head back and forth; the hands grabbing his hair forcing the wad deeper into his mouth.

He adjusted his breathing thru his nose and felt the stroking of his penis again. Then felt it pulled out long and straight. He felt the tip of something go into his penis opening, at first just unpleasant, then the pain became searing and then unbearable.

He awoke to his own scream, the long rod stretching the small opening now sore from the old catheter in for a week. His cock was on fire and his bladder like molten fire in his belly.

He heard a grunting laugh as he opened his eyes wide, blinded by the light and the tears running into his eyes. He screamed into the gag but the laugh got louder and stronger, a woman's laugh.

"So that woke your ass up, I thought it might; welcome to my world AJ, you son of a bitch." She pushed the rest of the long catheter up his penis till it was buried in his bladder fully. Pumped up the bulb to make sure it did not come out if he got his hand on it.

"Enjoy the burn AJ, I didn't use lubricant or numbing gel so it will only burn for a few hours, enjoy. See you on the next rounds for you anal fun, you bastard." The steel door closed as he passed out again...

A few days went by and then AJ's mind began to come out of the deep fog. Thoughts began to somewhat clear. He could actually have thought and some remembrance of them.

But still his body was shut down, the swelling in his enflamed brain still throbbed in the cocoon of unconsciousness. He remembered seeing Kathy, Todd's wife, but all he could reference were bad thoughts and severe pain.

He thought of his wife and the kids where are they? He wondered. Why am I not home, then he remembered the club. The purchase, the deaths, his own unknown daughter, Vickey's daughter, and then what Beth had said. Kandi and Lawson in this together as a team, yes that had to be it. A killing team; he tried to move his arms but not one thing moved but his eyes batting back and forth like watching ping pong. He was coming back, slowly, surely.

I began to analyze where this had all gone so wrong; when did the relationship between my wife I go so far off the rails, or was it ever in fact on the rails in the first place? Was this just the course of least resistance for her? Did that explain the constant affairs whenever the opportunity presented itself?

What had Gus Lawson been giving my wife that I hadn’t? Romance, that's what he was giving. Yes I gave her sex and what appeared to be financial support, but he was not just a guy seeking to get laid. He went in the back and paid to talk to her for as long as she could spare and not feel guilty.

Then she went to his room as soon as we got to the hotel. And now it was clear he was not paying my wife for her hotel visits. It was an affair whereby he was romancing her and giving her what I lacked. My focus was to consuming like it always was.

The obsessive compulsive nature of what she has lived with in me for twenty six years. Have I created a long term boiling cauldron of feeling and issues within our marriage that any man can walk in and say the right thing, do the right thing, even a person like this Gus Lawson?

What the hell have I done? I handed him my wife on a silver platter and as far as I'm concerned he is a serial killer. Me, I'm the one who put him right in our midst.

I can remember back to March of 1979, she ended up moving in little by little everyday, but sharing my bed nightly. And I was pleased and ok with it. However I wasn't ready for a long term relationship with one person. I left her alone at night in my apartment, wondering if and when I was coming home; torturing her really.

She changed and entered a relationship, but I didn't. I had sex with her many times daily and still went out to my normal hangout with my Buddy's. Leaving her to stew and build resentment against me.

It got so bad, we both lost our jobs and to get away from the addiction of the lifestyle I was trapped in, we made a decision to move down to Texas and restart fresh as a couple.

I had promised her if we made it a year I would marry her. And I did, but in the mean time the old habits came back quickly. After selling off my furniture and large appliances, what we couldn't load in her old car, we set out for Texas via a trip to West Virginia to see my ailing mother and drunken step father.

We never made it out of West Virginia. Once there we kind of settled. I went to a new car dealer while she sold clothes. But the Iranians took our embassy, Jimmy Carter wimped out and left us with the highest gas prices in history and the famous misery index.

We sunk quickly into one of the worst economies in America in that hell hole, and we learned what living really poor was like; surviving on less than minimum wage.

A few months after our marriage in mid 1980 we were at each others throats. Back to cheating and sleeping around tit for tat. Money problem's on top of all the rest of it; no one wanting to buy new cars or anything else.

I remember now; I made a decision to send her back to Indiana by herself, but her parents in fact convinced me to come with her and find a job there.

The economy was certainly better and they would shelter us till we found jobs. That however lasted a whole week, and then we were homeless. We stayed here and there both of us consuming alcohol, at every opportunity.

I lucked out, got a career changing positions in the office products industry with double the salary I had ever made in cars. My wife went back to clerical and landed a job with a fortune five hundred company, executive assistant to the Vice President. In fact we worked across the street from one another.

Our lives seemed right on track, but no, soon it was out with the buds for a drink after work. Many times with my wife, but soon it was her at one bar with her coworker and me at a different bar with my coworkers; a sure plan for disaster.

And soon the affairs began again, if in fact they ever stopped. No wonder she can love me so much, while hating me just as much on the down side of it. Would she run off with the Lawson guy and leave me to rot in the hospital? She would if he got his way.

Tess and Gus sat at the nicest restaurant in the small town that Tess lived in discussing their future and making plans. She knew Gus was well off and in fact a millionaire with homes in North Carolina and a mansion in Detroit Michigan right on the lake. He told her and described it many times.

His wife died of cancer leaving him a large insurance settlement to go along with his lucrative career as a project manager.

He wooed her with the nicest food and they remained in the luxury suite AJ had arranged. Yes, he ran short now that he wasn't on the job so Tess took club money to front him till they were able to work out their firm plans.

But the first night, he did in fact give her a thousand dollars and he owed her the money for the other nights till she called off charging him. Only a few thousand, but she knew he was good for it. Hell he was a millionaire damn it.

It was time to make a decision; stay here and let Jack's addictions take her and the whole family down; or convince Gus to move her and the kids to Michigan to live in the big house. She could handle having a live-in servant, being waited on whenever she wanted, as long as the girl was not too pretty of course.

Yes that's what she wanted; just leave this situation entirely and let Jack work out his own problems. Gus had said he would marry her the moment she dumped Jackson. And the time has come at last; all those nights alone have come full circle.

He will come out of this fine and have his entire stinky stripper whore's. He's fucked them all anyway, a tear came to her eye. But her mind was now made up, time to call in Gus's offer. And do it now.

"Gus what about my three kids, I can't do anything without my kids. You know that correct?"

"Darling now don't you cry, we'll take good care of your kids," he said in his faux southern accent.

He knew the time was coming he would wind up owning the Lollipop, show his mom and dad he wasn't the fool they though he was. Maybe he could now pay back the hundred thousand he had stolen from the rental income of his fathers business. He was running hard now and trying to cover his own tracks.

Fortunately this goddess, an old goddess but a pretty one none the less, he could live with the age for awhile till he controlled it all. He now had Kandi in his back pocket too, so he was covered there.

Kandi had slipped AJ vicodin and the blue pills were in fact Ecstasy not a pain killer as AJ had thought. Now he needed the wife to sign off on the States request for medical records release. Then AJ would be sunk; coke, meth, and heroin were in his system at his arrest and hospitalization.

That's the one thing that would put AJ away for a long time, Mr. never do drugs with all that in his blood work, perfect.

"Look Tess honey, I'll take care of everything just sign those records release forms for the state, and I'll take care of the rest, ok? Will you do that for me Tess?" She nodded and he took out the papers, "sign these then, please."

"It’s in your best interest, trust me Tess!" Oh hell, just sign'em already bitch he thought as he held his breath taking out a pen and laid it on the papers, his hand shaking in tension. Tess took the pen signed and dated, put the papers in an enclosed envelope to the County Prosecutor.

Gus sealed it, excused himself, went outside the restaurant and walked to the mail box two doors down. Half of his mission accomplished, he opened his phone. AJ you are fucked boy get used to it. He cried out in loud joy, like a wolf baying at the bright moon above. He finished his call walked back into the restaurant a full swagger now.

"Ok Tess, shall we head back up to the club."

"No Gus, I have made a decision, it is time for me to take you up on your offer; we’re moving to your house in Michigan. You get your way Gus; I never want to see the club ever again. In fact, I'm going to have Franke take me off the contracts since it’s not fully realized yet." The tears now gone and a big smile came upon her face.

Gus was in shock, he was fucked! There was no damn house, no damn Michigan place; it was the only bullshit lies he could spin at the time, never expecting her to call him on that. But he had one saving grace; the kids would never leave the dad that would save him.

"Sure honey, whatever makes you happy; let me ask if I can, would you front me for a thousand until I can get up to Michigan? Not from your money, but maybe the club's just for a few days; a week or two at most!"

"Sure Gus, so we are a go for moving?" She asked now relieved."

"Oh sure, no problem; in fact that money will help me not have to scramble up there for funds and I can help you here." he lied.

"Good. I'm taking the night off to talk to the kids and get the ball rolling on my end. I've already told the mortgage company I won’t be making anymore payments on the house; if Jackson doesn't cover it in thirty days its history."

"You sure you want to be so rash?"

"It's pledged to the max anyway, plus the Franke guy had a personal guarantee against the house, since we had put nothing down."

Oh hell, Gus thought, now the damn house is gone. I can't get out of this deal, crap."

"I had no idea that you guys pledged your house Tess," Gus said almost irritated.

"We didn't, but if Jack lets the club go the house goes with it. Franke will get the equity in the house and the expenses monthly are four grand. Gus we don't need that lets just move as quick as we can. I can file for divorce in Michigan." she said. Happily knowing this was putting him on the hot seat.

Tess counted out ten hundreds, slid them across to him.

"Let’s get a hotel room down here Gus; I don’t want to be near the club or those people anymore."

"OK Tess, you get the room over there across the street."

"Oh Gus, but that place isn't too nice."

"Well it’s just to sleep and you know what, he gave a sly grin and a tight smile."

"I have to go take care of a few things. I'll be back at the hotel by say midnight. I take it the kids are home." Gus said.

"Yes, I'll go home and talk to them. Get things set up and meet you back over there."

"It's seven now. I'll be back over there when I get the kids settled and let his mom know what my plans are. She will stay with the kid's till we settle this, one way or the other." Tess smiled kissing his cheek, excited at the prospect of a new life.

Oh lord, help me if those kids don't go nuts what the hell will I do then Gus thought, he needed to call Kandi again.

They walked out to the parking lot, Tess kissed him tenderly.

"Gus is that enough money for you to do what you have to?"

"Another thousand would help," he lied.

Well I can't do that I only have a thousand left. The club has been real slow without Jackson, and me not working. Here's half of it, five hundred, see you at midnight with good news; hopefully!"

He turned and went to the car he had bought from Todd; the last of his stash of cash. He sold the old Chrysler for junk; it was now a crushed car for scrap metal. Now this car might be his getaway car. I have to talk to Kandi; this is falling apart and fast.

Tess went across the road went into the thirty dollar a night motel, strange Gus turned so cheap now. She got the room, non-smoking and headed home to face the kids. They knew from time to time she was not happy, so this would be no real shock.

They would feel sorry that he was in the hospital. But when it came out he was high on dope when he attacked Gus that would explain it all in a nutshell she thought. It's all going to work out finally. A man who doesn't drink or smoke, hell I can even live with his small sex problem.

EPILOGUE

Fifteen miles away a four door black sedan pulled up to the front of the county hospital and parked illegally. The pretty woman stepped out followed by a guard chasing after her yelling, "You can't..."

The badge with the justice department logo and bold FBI credentials shut him up quickly. He watched thru the smoked glass as the arrogant bitch walked to the reception desk. He lit a much needed smoke.

Better watch her car make sure it don't get dinged or something. He smiled at the hot blond standing inside the window on her cell phone, looking frantic. The FBI lady went to the secured elevator went up to the jail ward.

Beth Ashland held her breath going up to the top floor. She hoped not many people were on the top floor where AJ was the only patient/prisoner. She and Fuchs would again be fired for getting involved.

The local's had this handled. It was accidental overdose but the accomplice AJ was in custody and facing many felony charges. From the read thru it seemed a total slam dunk on some charges.

But the slam dunks were in fact misdemeanor offence's any good attorney could get booted. But she heard that official charges would be filed in days or hours for attempted murder. On what was listed as a protected victim, a protective order now in place.

She had called anonymously but got nothing and she needed to see AJ face to face; now six girls were dead and AJ in a coma with Tess not taking any calls at the hotel or club.

She turned the corner off the left of the elevator. A Sheriff's deputy talking to a somewhat drab but pretty nurse, heavy flirt in process.

She took Fuchs FBI Cred's along with her GID card covering his, she was ATF she could never explain that. They decided to take this chance.

"Need to see your prisoner for a few minutes," she said. All business, no smile she flashed the Cred's.

"Ma'am he is a county prisoner." The deputy spoke up.

I was not speaking to you mister; your name?" Now," She glared.

"Oh, your right ma'am… being FBI and all, I’m sorry ma'am! Betty I'll just see you another time." The deputy slinked away to the elevator to get the hell out quickly.

So far so good Beth thought.

"Ma'am," the nurse said. "He is in a coma and seeing him won't do a lot of good."

"Open the door now, or I'll have a chopper landing in an hour to take him to where we will have our little chat! Open the door!" A small film of sweat had formed on Beth's forehead. The nurse ran to unlock the outer cage door, then the heavy steel cell door.

"That will be all, for now. Don't lock it when you leave but stay out of the area, hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," bitch.

Beth went in the door pushed it closed and went over pushing the drip carrier over to keep the door closed while checking the room for cameras. She flipped the lights on full and looked over. "Oh AJ what happened to you dear man, what the hell happened to you?"

AJ had twelve day's of beard growth; a large stitched laceration the size of a baseball going around one side of the head; the hair shorter than the rest of his hair. His finger had a gauze splint on two fingers yellowed with seepage. The head wound dry seemed to be healing nicely; his eyes darting back and forth rapidly.

"No wonder Tess had him declared incompetent. She felt a tear in her eye as she took his hand. She found it cuffed to the bed, she took out her cuff key, removed the cuff on his good hand.

AJ can you hear me? Its Beth AJ, I'm worried about you AJ. Can you hear me AJ, if you can squeeze my hand?"

AJ heard the door clang open then a woman's voice, sharp in tone but a voice that brought back good feelings. His mind stirred to remember, its not nasty nurse Kathy and it’s not my wife. Who the hell is it?

He felt his hand being lifted and heard the metal cuff clang against the cold steal of the bed frame. He heard the soft words and the squeeze of his hand with the warmth of another person, he could feel that warmth. Squeeze the hand back; he concentrated his focus making his blood pressure and temperature rise. But he could not move the hand.

Beth felt the warmth come into his cold hand and sweat appeared on the strained brow, the eyes now still. Could he actually hear her? The monitor now seemed to beep faster as she raised an eyelid. "AJ it’s me Beth, AJ can your see me AJ?"

Oh god Beth. God help me its Beth. Thank god. AJ forced his hand to react to hers but he had no impression of movement. But he could hear and he could see her face.

Beth looked at the pupil and saw it tighten. The iris looked as if it was focusing but this could be just from the light so she held her hand over the eye to shield the light, but it still closed to a small dot. Beth moved her face and caught a slight movement to keep her in the field of vision.

"AJ I know you can hear me!"

"Listen AJ you have to get to an attorney! AJ get Tess to get you a lawyer, the main case is weak AJ. Oh AJ I wish I could stay but I can't. AJ I have to get out of here do that as soon as you can talk to someone Ok?"

Beth had an instant idea; why the hell not, she pulled the drip back over letting the door swing open. Pulled her card out and read him the rights as loud as she could. "So do you want a Lawyer Mr. Halland? Wink if you do!" She whispered "In time we will be sent to talk you, when we do, you have never met me AJ. We will be here to treat you as a suspect, for the Washington suits!"

"AJ remember that AJ! We will help you all we can. I care about you, please get well. I have to go; I'll let the nurse know you can make eye movements. AJ don't talk to the police, lawyer up AJ! Goodbye," she kissed his dry lips.

Thinking he somewhat kissed back at her, she put the cuff back loosely and left the room going out the gray metal cage.

"Nurse I need you to get a doctor in here, a neurologist; that man is close to being out of the coma so call someone now. The FBI has big interest in that man, get him well. Call for someone now, if the police come back he has asked for a lawyer! You heard that right?" She nodded. "I'll be back at some point." All the nurse could do was nod, and grab for the phone.

AJ felt the kiss and heard every word. If only his wife would get here where the hell were Tess and his children?

AJ had no idea he was under arrest till Beth had told him. Now he knew why it would be so hard for Tess to visit, he needed a lawyer; his new lawyer.

Tess got the call at home after telling the kids big changes were in the works because of the problem with dad. They would have to move and if dad got well the kids could come back to see him or to stay but for now that's it. They were moving.

Liz looked at her mother; she was months away from sixteen. Then she could quit school and move back here, stay with her new boyfriend.

John had a friend he could live with and Ty the youngest would rather be with mom. So it all seemed to be working out as her and Gus had planned. She got Gus's call at 10:45.

"Yes Gus I have worked it all out, you and I can go to Michigan tomorrow to get things set up and move the two younger kids this weekend. Isn't that wonderful?" She heard the hushed silence come up like thunder. Gus, are you there?"

"Yeah, oh yeah the phone is cutting out," he lied.

What the hell Gus thought, do I do now? Kandi says we should just get out of here before the guy wakes up and starts spouting off about drug deaths; and the FBI is here now. At this point Gus agreed.

Kandi has the club money and now my damn dad is looking for me. But most of the clubs money was in the damn bank machine or processing company. Only AJ had access to that. No one else had the code for the bank machine's lock. This is bull shit and we were so close!

Damn it was so clear for awhile, both he and Kandi would run the club while this woman had no clue as to what was really going on.

"Yeah Tess I'll meet you at the hotel. If I'm late don't worry and sure get the kids ready to move this weekend in fact and if..." Click... "Hold on Tess another call."

Tess waited patiently...

"Tess, Tess I have to come clean about something, ok Tess."

"Gus what is it? Tell me Gus!"

"Tess it’s my health, I may have to go south for a while just for some tests. It may be cancer Tess, Pancreatic Cancer."

"Gus that's not treatable! Are you sure?"

"Well that's why I have to go for the test; I wanted to tell you earlier. But it’s hard to tell someone you love something like that."

"Well of course you need to go to the doctor, how soon do you need to leave?"

"Got the word on my home voice mail today and that was my confirmation. I have to be in Atlanta; leaving tomorrow morning."

"So you will be at the hotel Gus tonight?"

"No Tess, but I'll try, I'll try I promise. I have to go north and get my things and head down to stay near the airport. 5:00 a.m. flight to Atlanta already made,"

Tess heard the phone click, call waiting, "hold on Gus."

"Hello!”

“Mrs. Halland?"

“Yes it is, Tess please!

“Ok Tess, this is the hospital ward supervisor the doctor told me to call, your husband is awake. He has no movement but he can make eye contact, he is not able to respond very well the doctor says, but you should talk to him before anyone else; the legal thing and all."

"Oh yes, I'll be right over!"

Tess clicked the call waiting.

"Gus great news, you won’t believe it. He's awake!" The line went dead with a click and buzz.

"Gus... Gus are you there, Gus?" Tess hit the receiver again. Must be a real bad connection she thought.

She turned to the kids, Dad’s awake but you can’t go in the jail part. I have no idea when I'll be back, love you all!"

Tess went out the garage door tears streaming down her face; if I could have done this by phone it would be so much easier. Damn what now. What the hell, do I do now she thought? Poor Gus; think the best thoughts and hope for the best.

She hit the close button on the car opener and drove to the county hospital. What the hell do I say now? I can’t say what I have to, not when he is like that. I'll act as if it’s all ok, that's all I can do for now.

Her cell phone rang; it was the club number.

"Tess its Chloe is anyone else coming in tonight, I'm all by myself."

"Where's Kandi?"

"Tess she got sick and left a few minutes ago she took all the money, all but forty dollars."

"She did what?" Tess screamed.

"Kandi said she had to make the bar payment… tomorrow… so she took all the money."

"We made that payment two days ago Chloe; I made it myself damn it!"

"Well I'm a little drunk, maybe it was for liquor Tess, and she left so quick it was hard to catch what she was saying. One more thing Tess, a guy is here, an old guy looking for his son. Tess he has pictures, the guy he is looking for is his son he say's and it's the southern guy, Gus!"

"It's his dad, what the hell is going on Chloe? Let me talk to him!"

Hello!" the gruff voice said.

"This is Tess, I own the bar what is it you want to know?"

"Where my idiot son is, he used the credit card here. It's a company card so this is where I'm starting?"

"You mean Gus?"

"Who the hell is Gus lady? My sons name is not Gus!"

"It's not Gus Lawson?"

"Lady you must be crazy like your drunken bartender here and that other girl that ran out of here when I showed up showing this picture!"

"Sir let the bartender look at your photo again and then give her the phone, please!"

"Chloe is the picture Gus, for sure?"

"Hell yeah, I ain't that drunk!"

"Oh god, he's a damn fake." A god damn fake no wonder he hung up so fast.

"Chloe who else is there; anyone that I would know personally one of my regular’s maybe?"

"Well your smoking buddy from down the street, Jeff is here at the bar!"

"Oh good let me talk to him!”

"Jeff?"

"Hey Tess where are ya? I'm a missing ya."

Oh god he is drunk, too damn it. "Jeff can you do me a favor? Don't drink anymore and help Chloe tonight, take the money to your house and I'll pick it up there tonight or in the morning, Ok?"

"Hey come tonight I got killer herb Tess, blow your head right off girl, ok!"

"Jeff maybe tonight, but take care of the club and I'll make it worth your while, ok? I promise!"

"Oh yeah… sure Tess… no problems I can handle it for ya."

'OK Jeff just take care of the bar, you are in charge." Tess hung up.

"Oh lord, life can go to hell so damn quickly." No Gus, no Jackson, and Jeff! God a worse drunk than Jackson, this guys drink Peppermint schnapps for fucking breakfast, but hell he lives right down for the club that could be handy, she though.

Tess had gone to his place for a smoke break and other fun, hundred dollars a pop on his credit card, but that was maxed. Hell if she had to work the club she could stay there and not have to pay for the hotel.

She drove to the hospital thinking what the hell I have got myself into. No what has Jackson go me into?

"Where are Kandi and our money?”

She speed dialed Kandi; the number was out of service, "damn prepaid phones." “What the hell is happening?" Tess screamed beating the steering wheel.

AJ laid there listening to Tess, this was not the wife he knew. Yes she held his hand and pulled his eyelid open, but the hand and voice were so cold, the voice so tight and distant. If he could just wake the hell up, trying to move an eye left for yes right for no, her left my left. Oh hell too confusing, damn it.

The doctor had it down but he had left after a thirty minute checkout and confirmation.

"You'll be back to your old self anytime now Mr. Convict!"

"We found a lot of drugs in your system."

Wonderful! Now I'm a drug addict.

Tess stayed fifteen minute's and gave up, it was no good trying to communication like this. She couldn't tell if his eyes moved or not, "this is crap."

"AJ I won't be home when you get out, that all I'll tell you, one way or the other I'm gone, this is the last straw!"

"I could have stayed in the Indy club made huge money, now I'm stuck thanks to you. You ran our lives off a damn cliff again, damn you. Good bye Jackson, I love you but I can't do it again."

AJ heard the steel door close the nurse turned the lights off, only the center night light remained on. He felt the tear in the corner of one eye, then the flood into both. So many time’s those words had been spoken by her. But now he had no way to fight back, no way to protest. If only he could tell her she is in danger.

“Gus Lawson is a killer damn it!” No words came out of the still mouth.

But she couldn't get that message and now the club was in disarray; Kandi not there and on the run maybe; a damn drunk from down the street in charge of the bar.

Gus not who he claims to be; stealing money from his family and some bogus charge's at our club. Yet she still felt something for the guy, “he was good somehow” she had said. How could she use those words? This can't be the end, twenty-six years and three children, our lives disintegrating.

Things looking up! Or is that a true statement. No it's not true; the swinging was a sign of problems and not a solution. I knew it when it started that first night; the kinky sex and moves toward the depraved. It all pointed to problems, deep problems unresolved for years. Boiling and festering, problems going back all the way to the first week we met.

The lust I had for fresh however over came all resistance to it, if that is an excuse. Again being led around by the little head the brain numbed to all focus and reason.

The Law of unintended consequences! Oh my how real they are.

The only saving grace to my dulled mind was that I knew my wife would focus on the children. That would be the primary focus for her; in a pinch she would protect the kids. That thought alone gave me solace in this graven state of mind.

I'll be ok even if I wind up in jail. The kids have to be foremost, and be the main consideration. Maybe without my addictive craziness it will be a blessing for her. The manic depressive roller coaster ride of our lives together.

Has it all come to the fore? Years of pent up unchallenged and unrepaired damage; a smoldering urge and longing to find something more satisfying for her very soul. I know she is my soul mate, but in no way am I hers.

When you come to the realization that a quarter of a century of relationship goes to hell, what can you do? I guess time will tell on that count. All I can do now is just reflect over all the regrets and changes that I had not made for her in those twenty six years.

But was it too late anyway, these feelings inside her so ingrained that nothing would give her from me what she is seeking in her life.

AJ fell into a deep sleep and dreams; crazy dreams not nightmares, just craziness; the options of a mind in the final moments before hitting rock bottom. What the hell have I done!!!

Exert from

THE CANDYLAND

STRIP CLUB

J. DARROLL HALL

Copyright © 2009

PROLOGUE

I looked out the window; the sun was bright, desert bright like you see in Vegas, baby.

The palm trees I'm looking at started hours ago. I could smell the diesel fumes. The window tent was dark almost black.

I heard the bathroom flush behind me. I was in the back row the rocking motion almost has me in a trance. The big bus lurched as a Florida plated car cuts us off.

I feel her hand slide inside mine. It brings back memories. Memories from what seems like such a long time ago, now. So much packed in so short a time and as she squeezed my hand my mind is instantly back to the hospital ward with my wife over my bed. I pushed the thought out of my mind. I felt her soft hand squeeze mine again; strong hands from dancing, but soft.

I pulled myself up by the back of the tall seat and looked down the road. I saw the tall hotel and convention center. I reached up and pulled the cord running along the top of the bus. A buzzer sounded; the driver looked back in the big surround mirror to see my hand held up as I waved. He looked back to the road, now knowing he would not make the traffic light.

The door opened a few feet from us, the back door. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door with me. The glare of the bright sun of Daytona Beach was blinding both of us. We stood on the sidewalk waiting for the bus to go forward. He went off in a gust of nasty fumes.

I looked across the street. The big pink building seemed so odd and out of place. The cross street led down to the beach. A beach you can drive on; the boardwalk and square at Daytona Beach Florida.

"That's the place", I said to her. She squeezed my hand again in anticipation. The pink building had girls, girls, girls, in pink neon lights; a silhouette of a pony on the side of the building.
The light changed; "walk" flashed at us.

We moved across the highway, Highway A1A. I held my hand on the door (a ten dollar cover charge sign on it) and pulled the door open. Thru the door we find a lazy bouncer fat guy laying back hand on his big paunch with shades covering his eyes. It’s so dark you can't see your hand.

I flipped him four bucks for both of us. He looked at it, pockets it, and waved us thru. My girl headed to the bar.

She says "Hi I'm Bambi. I dance, that's AJ and he DJ's, we both want a job."
The bartender looks at us; I look like a big ass bull now from pumping iron in prison, day after day, month after month. My knuckles can break cinder blocks they are so hard and gristle from fights.

Online I heard the guy wants to sell this place. I have a plan and $82 dollars in my pocket and Bambi has five bucks. I know someone is here, close to here; someone who owes me some answers. Maybe answers in blood. Gus, Kandi, Franke Jr. and I'll let them come to me now; AJ's Candy Land Strip Club (coming soon).

I nodded to the bartender; she was a gal who had paid her dues. It showed in her face the wrinkles from smoke filled Clubs and Florida sun, gator skin. Never knew what sun block was for; never needed it till she got butt ugly. Hands like a witch that should be on a stick, stirring a bubbling, smoking cauldron.

Her legs looked strong but the veins from standing looked like the highway Bambi and I came in on in the bus. She wore flip-flops that clacked as she walked with that slow southern stroll.
"Play some tunes and let’s see her dance," she said thru gray teeth.

The bouncer had still not moved his hands still cupped on his big fat belly. He looked like a biker want-a-be. He could bounce that's for sure, if he fell down. He would bounce a couple of feet.
The bar had maybe seven customers and three other girls where one was bent over an old faux Wurlitzer Juke Box. Oh happy days.

I laid down our luggage, a shaving kit, and Bambi's purse. It was big enough for two tops and three thongs. One pair of stripper shoes 7-inch heels. She put the heels on and she grew almost to my 6'2" height. Bambi didn't care, she wasn't modest as she dropped her shorts and panties; slipped on the florescence thong snugger it up.

All the guys paid attention after that. She put on a matching top then put her bag on my arm. I walked to the DJ booth. It wasn't my favorite; it was mechanical, not electronic. Dials and switches maybe from the 60's but not the hot era of high-tech disco (the one's I used to build). Computer controlled and all that.

But the test of a pro is to play with what you've got to work with in front of you. I put on the headphones. The juke box girl had selected her song; a nasty gangster rap song. I got my mic and Eq. level set. I put all the lights on to know their position. No fog machine, hum, I’m gonna have to change that. I took out the only CD I owned to my name. It had a song mix from two years ago; a long damn time ago.

I killed juke box girls song mid-play; she threw me a dirty look. I brought up the line level, line 1 hit engage. Slid the control 80% loud "HELLO DAYTONA" it boomed from the Bose Speakers, 901's not the best. I like JBL or some Stadium type speakers but have to do with what you got. "Let’s get this party started..."

“You guys up for that?”

I let the song blast, Black Eyed Pea. Bambi cart wheeled across the dance floor jumping onto the spinning pole and she flew around it like a blur. I faded over to Kid Rock ‘Fuck You Blind’.

The guys all got up closer and onto pervert row. "Best damn show in Day-tone-O," I announced. The guys began to cheer. Bambi danced a 10 song set. She didn't even break a sweat. I finished with ‘Fuck You like an Animal Nine Inch Nails’. I had all the guys lined up with $10's in their mouths for a dancer dive; they lay back on the dance floor and Bambi picked the bill out of their mouth with her crotch.

I hit all the lights and she knew to head to the john. I killed everything but the mic. "Personal dances $20 bucks; line up, I'll collect the money for her, who's first? The bartender waved at me "$10 bucks." I shook my head "not for Bambi, $20 bucks," the line was already forming. I collected the cash, waved the bartender over to order a Jack and Coke tall; and to let her know she would be taken care of.

We left the club. We now had a stake, we now had a job, and I had a plan. We were on shift at 8 p.m. As we walked I looked up at the bright sun. The memory of the flash in my brain as I fell to the bedroom floor flooded back in my mind.

I remembered waking up in the hospital. Saw my hands were cuffed to the bed rails not just hospital aluminum, steel, like prison steel.
My wife has been telling me I went crazy, I overdosed on vicodin; had taken too damn much. Cops think you are a killer, you ran from them, attacked people and almost killed one guy.

"Kandi had to crack you over the head to stop you."
"But she was going to kill you!" I said.
"No she wasn't. We were trying something new she got from Destiny. The guy who drove Kandi over, Gus Lawson brought her; he just wanted to see us have sex. He was harmless," she said.
"No, he is a killer or maybe he and Kandi killed those girls."

Jackson you went crazy, you imagined it. They overdosed. You should make a deal so maybe they will go easy on you; that guy Gus is gone out of state. No witnesses so take a plea Jackson. If you don't, it will bankrupt us. I can't be poor Jackson, please take the deal."

"I tried to catch a killer,” I said, “Maybe two killers."

I didn't take the deal and I didn't use our funds for my defense. While I was in jail my wife left the house, moved north and never made another house payment.

I was held on no bail in state prison lock-up for violent offenders. Spent a month in the hospital; took six months to trial.

My room key proved someone else was in the room when Destiny overdosed. The guy, I can't find out who he was or is. An automatic protective order with three years of no contact; he is considered a victim. Since it was a love triangle at my home; the charges held against me were aggravated domestic battery with severe bodily injury. I fought these charges all the way to the box, the jury box.

Luckily for me I wasn’t charged with murder; they wanted that charge to begin with for Destiny being in my hotel room; the key thing I did with the hotel saved me on that one. Not guilty, not guilty etc., etc., etc.; until they got to battery charges; charges on a guy I wasn’t even allowed to know his name.

I told the judge no fine, I was broke, no probation. I'll serve out whatever time I owe; the judge sentenced me to one and a half years and I’d serve it all. I get double time for good behavior, if I'm a good little boy.

My wife and I are separated, she can no longer deal with MT addiction problems. She has a boyfriend who helps her at the club. The club payment did not get paid so Franke took it back but left her as the club manager. She got the same deal we had before, just keep up the payments and when we are divorced he would put it in her name solely.

I told her I wouldn't fight her on it if she took care of the kids. After serving nine months in prison (the big one up from the club; the bad prison), the FBI came to see me. They now wanted samples from me; thought I was a serial killer. They got blood, hair (head, body, and pubes), nail clipping; hell…spit, stool and semen. They took it all!

They are still trying to pin some deaths on me. But I know where to look; Kandi was from Florida and I heard Franke JR went to Florida, Daytona. I think Franke JR is Gus Lawson; one and the same. I think Franke JR and Kandi had known each other for years. Now Gus is gone; Kandi is gone; both to Florida. Franke JR. is in Florida. Is this just a coincidence? I think not.

Now I'm on a bus to Florida. We have been in Florida for 12 hours with a few stops. We are passing the clock tower square the big hotel used to be a Marriott, my family stayed there so many times. It was like a second home to us, right on the beach. Edge of the board walk .I can see the sign up ahead and reach up pull the cord to stop the bus at the corner.

We both got off at the same stop me and the young girl, Bambi. Why she got in touch with me in prison is a mystery to me. She put money in my account for commissary. She came to visit me; my wife never came. My kids came once, I told them not to come back, move on with your life.

Twenty four hours ago I was release and had Bambi waiting at the gate to greet me. She knew I was heading for places unknown.

She handed me a bus ticket for Daytona. And she had her own ticket when we got to the bus depot. I still don't get it, but I like her company; for her this is an adventure, for me it is one thing and one thing only: Sweet justice for seven young women…revenge for them and me; best served on a cold plate.

CHAPTER 1

THE CANDYLAND

He nodded to the bartender she was a gal who had paid her dues. It showed in her face; the wrinkles from a smoke filled club and Florida sun gator skin. Never knew what sun block was for and never needed it till she got butt ugly. Hands like a witch that should be on a stick stirring a bubbling cauldron. Her legs looked strong but the veins from standing looked like the highway he and Bambi came in on the bus. She wore flip-flops that clacked with each step as she walked that slow Southern stroll.

“Play some tunes and let’s see her dance,” she said thru gray teeth. The bouncer had still not moved his hand still cupped on his big gut, he looked like a biker wan'na be. He could bounce if he fell down. He would bounce a couple of feet. The bar had approximately seven customers and three other girls; one bent over an old Wurlitzer Jukebox. Oh happy days I thought.

I laid down our luggage, a shaving kit, and Bambi had a purse that was big enough for two tops and three thongs, one pair of stripper shoes 7inch; she put the heels on and she grew almost to my 6'2" height.

Bambi didn't care and was not modest as she dropped her shorts and panties slipped on the florescence thong snugger it up. All the guys paid attention after that move. She put on a matching top, put her bag in my arm and I walked to the DJ booth.

It wasn't my favorite, it was mechanical not electronic. Dials and switches maybe from the 60's not the hot era of high-tech disco like the ones I used to build. Computer controlled, but the test of a pro is to play with what you got in front of you.

I put on the headphones. The juke box girl had selected her song; a nasty gangster rap song. I got my mic and Eq. level set I put all the lights on to know their position. No fog machine, hum, gonna have to change that. AJ took out the only CD he had, a mix from two years ago; a long damn time ago.

He killed juke box girl’s song mid-play and she threw him a dirty look. He brought up the line level to line 1, hit engage and he slid the control 80% loud "Hello DAYTONA" boomed from the Bose speakers 901's, not the best as he liked JBL, some Klipsch horn might due, but do with what you’ve got.

Let’s get this party started. He popped the song ‘Black Eyed Pea’. Bambi cart wheeled across the dance floor jumping to the spinning pole; she flew like a blur. I faded mid-song to ‘Fuck You Blind’.

The guys all got up and came up to pervert row. Best damn show in Day-Tone-O I announced and the guys cheered. Bambi danced a 10 song set. She didn't even break a sweat. I finished with ‘Fuck You like an Animal Nine Inch Nails’.

I had all the guys lined up with $10's in their mouths for a dancer dive they were laying back on the dance floor Bambi picked the bill out of their mouth with her crotch. I hit all the light she knew to hit the john.

I killed everything but the mic. “Personal dances $20 buck line-up; I'll collect the money for her, who's first?” The bartender waved “It’s $10 bucks;” I shook my head, “Not for Bambi, $20 bucks for her,” and the line was already forming.

I collected the cash waved the bartended to bring me a Jackson and coke tall. We left the club. We now had a stake; we now had a job. We were on shift at 8 p.m.

I had plans: Card posters research; places to go; a new business to take, if I could do the deal. I had done it before and its time again. We walked to the hotel across highway 101. In two hours we had made $480 dollars. I gave the bartender fifty; she was happy and we were happy.

I got the same room my wife and I had stayed in on the 28th floor. It had a balcony over the ocean; we could look down on the pool three hundred feet below and the people looked small. The view to the left, the pier reached out onto the Atlantic.

People were catching fish to make into their own sandwich. Closer inland from the pier, the boardwalk packed people everywhere with cars driving up and down. At the end of the board walk the pink building stood, he knew the owner wanted out. In thirty days the name might just change; he had plan. Two lines of cars running parallel north and south, volleyball on three courts just in from the beach drive and the patio bars serving them.

All I could see for miles was money, money and more money, money everywhere. All we wanted was our little cut. Bambi came out and put her arm around my waist. “Are you ever gonna love me?” she asked.

“I do love you, I'm just not fit to be loved right now,” I said. “Time, I need time.”

We made love on the big king sized bed. It was slow love with deep kisses and very hard pounding; lots of oral…lots of everything. We smelled of sex as we headed across the 101 to hog heaven for BBQ pulled pork sandwiches and shared one big gulp soda.

After we ate, went to Kinko's about five minutes away to design some PR business. Not more than twenty minutes later we walked out with a hundred free dance cards with Bambi's picture on each poster for the slovenlier shops up and down the boardwalk. We put them all over the hotels within a one mile walk radius from the club.

We hit the beach and offered hot guys (Bambi's term, not mine) free dances, if they brought five guys each, tonight. I talked to hot girls (my term) into coming in tonight for free drinks (if they dance one song set braless); they had no idea how long my dance sets were.

We walked in the door at 7:59 p.m. and the sun was just lowering below the tall building from across the inter-coastal waterway; Daytona, our new home was Daytona Beach.

The Pink Strip Club; I got'ta paint this building, I thought as I let the door close.

The night came up to the heavens looking down onto the throngs of people; they got smaller and smaller looking south the line of car lights in parallel streamed down to the south. Further, you could see the beaches of new Smyrna then Lauderdale them the tall buildings of Miami.

The land stopped and a bridge of spans and water connected by small island past bay view past Islamorada. The sun still came across the water from the west.

One of the only places on earth that has an ocean sunrise and water sunset the gulf of Mexico spit only by its small chains of islands like pearls. The boat was light it was out two miles from shore.

The young woman snorting cocaine felt safe. They seemed like a cute couple; he was much older then she was; so what she though, it’s only sex. She would get it on with them and enjoy the free party on the luxury boat. She could see the small bulge he wasn't big. It would be no big deal.

Her nose began to burn; damn good coke she thought, but it was increasing in intensity. She began to feel a trickle of fluid on her lips and chin.

It smelled of copper and tasted like blood, but she couldn't move her tongue to taste. She was unable to move her hand to brush it off her mouth.

She felt the tug on her arms they were laying her face down on the sun deck she could feel the heat from the hi-grade vinyl burning her skin she felt her thong ripped from her body.

She was hurting now but she couldn't scream as she felt a wetness in her anus maybe a finger not it felt cold oh god she screamed into her mind no sound escaped she felt the rod go up her rectum stop she screamed but no sound it popped thru her sphincter and up her colon.

Oh god! Stop please! She felt it work thru her guts, and could feel it, a stress on her lungs. She felt bile in her throat but it was pressure from the rod it was coming up her throat.

She felt it pop out her mouth she could see a foot or more of it. the girl put a eyelet hook in the hole in the end of it an anchor attached she threw it off the boat she felt her body snatched into the air she hit the water her body sliding down the rod to the end.

She tried to hold her breath but she could not move; her lungs burned her and her whole body was ion fire the salt water burned her eyes she couldn't close then she flew deeper it became a dark green and now black she felt the pressure on her small body.

It was crushing the pain so intense she wanted to die and not hurt anymore her face began to collapse as the pressure exploded her brain her lungs compressed to the size of a closed fist.

Her chest imploded she felt no more, but the light was growing she fell into it.

She looked down from the heavens above. The boat was speeding to shore the man and woman still watching the spot where she had sunk. The girl was clapping and jumping up and down.

They soon faded away as the world turned gray…then pitch black. The boat was nothing but a large V-Shape now spreading across the Ocean. The sea became empty. Everything faded to darkness. Her world remained no more.