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Chris waited until ten in the evening the following Friday before he showed up at the club. He figured that if Jane Doe were still employed there, she would be at work during prime time hours. There was a long line of people waiting to get in the club as he approached. A snotty little guy picked people to enter the club according to some personal criteria. A doorman, who looked as if he could toss an NFL lineman over his shoulder, backed him. The doorman examined the business card that Rhonda had given to Chris. "Go on in," rumbled the giant as he handed the card back to Chris. "Charlie's probably in the television room."

"Thanks," said Chris and he entered the club. Like most dance clubs, the music assaulted his body as he made his way through the crush of bodies. He found a corner and looked over the various servers and bartenders. There must have been a dozen workers in the room, but none of them were Jane Doe. He decided to find this guy Charlie and check with him.

"Where's the television room?" he practically yelled over the music at one of the servers as she passed by.

She pointed across the room as if this were the hundredth time she had told him where the television room was. "Thanks," yelled Chris to her back as she went on her way. He crossed the room and showed his card to yet another doorman. He was allowed passage once again.

As he entered, it took Chris about two seconds to figure out why this was called the television room. An entire wall of the room was devoted to monitors. Sometimes they cooperated to show one large picture, and sometimes they broke up to show individual images. As Chris watched, the monitors suddenly splashed 'Show Us Your Tits' across the width of the screens.

Something swooped over Chris' head. For a second, he was convinced that some sort of large bird had invaded the building. But then he saw it was a video camera on an articulated boom. The operator was shameless. The camera peeked up skirts and down the cleavage of the female dancers. Some of the girls pulled up their tops to show off their bare breasts to the delight of the crowd who cheered their approval.

Chris took stock of the workers in the room; none of them was his Jane Doe. He asked one of the servers about Charlie and he was directed to a table in a far corner of the room. Charlie turned out to be a casually dressed man who couldn't have been over thirty years of age. "Have a seat," he said after looking at the proffered business card.

"Mary told me that you might be coming around." They made small talk for a few minutes, and then Charlie said, "I don't want to monopolize your time, go and enjoy yourself. If you don't meet someone that you like, come back here and I'll introduce you around."

"Thanks," said Chris. "I do have on favor to ask." He pulled out the picture of Jane Doe and handed it to Charlie. "Do you know this girl? A friend of mine thought that she might have worked here. I understand that she left home for the big city and her family is worried about her."

Charlie examined the picture and then handed it back to Chris. "Her family is looking for her?"

"So I'm told."

Charlie looked thoughtfully at Chris for a few seconds and said, "I can tell you where to find this young lady, but I'd like a favor from you in return."

"What's that?" asked Chris.

Charlie grinned. "Oh, it's something you'll like. Do you see those two girls dancing together at the edge of the dance floor?" He nodded to his left at the crowd dancing to hip hop music.

Chris looked. There was a tall, thin brunette moving slowly to the music as she talked to a blonde. The blonde was shorter and more shapely than her dance partner. "Go over and introduce yourself," said Charlie. "They'll tell you what to do."

Chris walked over to the two girls. "Hi," he said, looking at the blonde and then the brunette. "My name is Chris; Charlie sent me over."

"Dance," said the brunette.

"What?" asked Chris, confused.

"Dance, you know, move your feet?"

"Oh, yeah," said Chris as he began to move to the beat of the music.

The blonde slowly circled around Chris. When she was once again next to the brunette, she said, "What do you think? He does have a nice butt."

"He's nice and tall," said the brunette. "Let's give him the test."

"Go ahead," said the blonde.

The brunette moved closer to Chris. She grabbed his belt and pulled it away from his waist. She stuck her other hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his crotch. She looked him in the eye and said, "If you can get it up in the next thirty seconds, we'll show you a real good time."

A confident smile was on Chris' lips as he held her gaze. This was one test he could pass with ease. Putting her warm hand on his cock was like throwing a switch. His penis swelled and lengthened by the second.

A look of stunned surprise came over the brunette's face. She jerked her hand out of his pants and looked over at her friend. "He passes, and I mean big time." She turned back to Chris. "My name is Anne and she's Betty. Follow me."

They left the dance floor and wound their way through the crowd until they came to some steps. There was yet another doorman here, but he let the girls by with a smile, and with a wink at Chris. They reached the top of the steps and Chris could see that they were in a balcony of sorts.

He realized that people couldn't see the balcony from the dance floor because of the lighting. There was a series of booths arranged above the dance floor. They each had a semicircular seat that could have held eight or nine people if they all set up properly. But Chris didn't see anyone setting up at all, just various couples in various stages of undress having their way with one another.

Anne picked an empty booth. Chris took a seat between the two girls. A server appeared with a bottle of sparkling wine and glasses. Chris eyed the bottle warily. "You know, I didn't bring a lot of money with me," Chris said, wondering if the point of all this attention was to separate him from his money.

"Don't worry," said Anne as she handed him a full glass. "As long as we do a little something for the cameras, it's all free."

"Ah, I see," said Chris. Everything fell into place. Once again he was going to have to exhibit his sexual prowess for information. He felt a little used, but only a little as Anne and Betty snuggled closer.

They relaxed for a bit. Chris learned that the girls were temporary office workers and full time partygoers. He and Anne sipped their wine, however Betty drank the stuff like it was water. Her hands began to roam over Chris' broad chest, flat stomach and muscled thighs. When her hands began to grope at his crotch, Betty looked at her friend and said, "He's either got the biggest dick in the world or he's got six pairs of socks rolled up in here."

"Why don't you find out?" said Anne. She turned Chris' face to hers and gave him a big wet kiss while Betty fumbled at his belt and zipper.

Chris settled back and let Anne's tongue play around in his mouth as Betty freed his aching cock from its confines. Once in the open, his cock grew even longer and stiffer as Betty stroked and petted it.

Anne broke their kiss. She looked in awe at Chris' expanding cock. "Damn, that thing is just huge." She leaned into Chris' lap and ran her tongue up the length of the shaft and met Betty's lips over the top of his cock head. Chris fondled the girls' breasts as they kissed and tongued their way around his rigid cock. It wasn't long before his big dick began to leak a steady flow of precum.

Betty sat back and announced, "I'm going to wrap my pussy around this thing before it goes off."

"OK, baby," said Anne. She settled back and rested her head on Chris shoulder, as Betty pulled up her skirt and straddled his lap. Her pussy slid halfway down the length of his cock before she sighed and began to pump her hips in rhythm to the dance music.

"I bet she feels great, doesn't she?" whispered Anne into Chris' ear.

"Hot, slick and juicy," answered Chris.

"Yeah, I know," said Anne. "I've found that out when I do this." She stuck her tongue into his mouth and flicked it back and forth over the tip of Chris' tongue as if she were flicking it over Betty's clit. He realized at that point that the two women were lovers. Apparently, not very jealous ones however.

When she broke the kiss, Anne stood and pulled off Betty's top and bra. She resumed her seat next to Chris and said, "One big titty for the each of us." Then she pulled Betty down until her face and Chris' were buried in Anne's breasts and playing with her prominent nipples.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yes. Suck on my tits," moaned Betty. She rode Chris' cock through a first, a second and then a third orgasm. Finally exhausted, she practically fell sideways off Chris and onto the couch. She looked like she could curl up and go to sleep.

"Betty!" said Anne sharply. Anne was using both hands to stroke Chris' rigid as steel cock. "You need to thank Chris." Betty didn't say anything, but she did manage to sit up and resume kissing and licking Chris' cock head.

Chris laid back and relaxed. It looked as if Anne didn't care about getting off on his cock. He wasn't going to worry about it. The pressure at the base of his cock was becoming hard to ignore. His hips were rocking and pumping with the girls' ministrations when his first shot of cum blasted Anne full in the face.

Betty managed to take the next three jets of semen in her mouth, and then she pulled back, thinking that he was through. But Chris was just getting started. He rolled on his side and his spewing cock lodged between Betty's soft breasts. He pumped out the rest of his load, covering every square inch of her tits in milky white cum.


It was two days later when Sergeant Glasson picked up Chris at his home. "We need to go to Torrid Videos," he said once they were in the car.

"Our Jane Doe works there?" Glasson asked.

"Let's say that I developed a strong lead," Chris said.

Rhonda was behind her desk as they entered the Torrid Video building. "Hi," said Chris, "I think Mary's expecting me?"

"Yes," said Rhonda, looking askance at Glasson. She punched a number into her phone and announced the arrival of Chris and a friend.

In minute Mary arrived. She smiled and said, "Hey Chris, I was hoping that." her voice trailed off when she saw the sergeant. "Aunt Susan!" she squealed.

"Myrtle, is that you?" said a stunned Glasson.

"Myrtle?" said Chris.

"Yes!" squealed Mary, or was she Myrtle, in an even higher register. The two women collided in a fierce hug.

"Myrtle?" said Chris.

The two women turned to Chris and said in unison, "It's an old family name."

"Oh," said Chris.

Mary, Chris refused to think of her as Myrtle, and Glasson clinched once more. They separated a bit, still with their arms around one another, and then they kissed. Not a peck on the lips either. It was a fullblown my-body-aches-for-you sort of a kiss. Chris was surprised, but he didn't say anything.

"I've been so worried since you ran off," said Glasson as she blinked back tears.

"I've been fine. I missed you, but I've been more than fine," said Mary in a reassuring voice.

A few minutes later Chris and the ladies were in Mary's spacious office seated at one end of a conference table. "I hardly knew you," said Glasson. "You've changed so much."

"Well, it's the work of a great plastic surgeon. He added a little here and here," she said as she touched her cheekbones and the tip of here chin. "And a whole lot here." She cupped the underside of her shapely breasts. "A nose job and some colored contacts and I hardly knew myself."

As Chris and the sergeant listened, Mary told her story. She had left an unhappy home life the day she turned eighteen. Apparently, Glasson knew the reason why Mary had left home, so it went unmentioned. Mary came to the city and took the first job she could find. She became a server at Charlie's club. Of course it wasn't Charlie's club at that time, even though he was working there. A real jerk of a manager was running the place.

One night Charlie asked Mary to help him sneak in some friends. She disabled an alarm while Charlie let his buddies in a rear door. Mary had to agree that the four nerdy guys in plaid would never have been allowed in the front door of the popular nightspot. Mary sat them at an inconspicuous table and waited on them herself.

They may have been nerds but as she soon learned, they were ridiculously rich computer business nerds. When they told Mary and Charlie how much they were enjoying themselves, Mary said impulsively, "Why don't you just buy the place, then you can come back anytime?"

To her surprise, they agreed. They didn't buy the place outright; that would have endangered their marital bliss. But they did form a paper company that backed a sizeable loan, which enabled Charlie and Mary to buy the place.

"But how did you come to own an adult video operation?" asked Glasson.

"The former manager was letting a buddy of his shoot the videos," said Mary. "The buddy wasn't making much money at it. He really didn't know how to market his product, so he was happy to sell out when I told him that he couldn't use our club anymore. I could see that Charlie didn't need any help running the club so I just moved in and grew the video business."

Glasson smiled at her niece and shook her head. "I can't believe that you've become such business person."

Mary shrugged. "I went to a junior college during the day." Then she burst into a fit of giggles when she realized how silly that sounded.

They talked on and on. Most of the conversation concerned family matters that Chris couldn't begin to follow. His attention wandered and he stifled a yawn. He began to wonder if he could gracefully leave theses two alone so he could find something more exciting to occupy his time when he heard his name. He looked up and both women were smiling warmly at him. "Yes," said Mary, "we have you to thank for bringing us back together."

"I was glad to help," said Chris. "I was."

"Shall we show him just how thankful we are?" interrupted Glasson as she leered at Mary.

"Yes, I think we could do that," said Mary.

"Good," said Glasson, "you make sure that we're not disturbed and I'll begin fucking, I mean thanking Chris." As Mary went to the phone to tell Rhonda that they didn't want to be disturbed, Glasson reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She kicked off her shoes and then lay on the conference table. She was making little circles with her finger on her clit when she looked over at Chris. "Don't you want to join in.?"

"Oh shit, yeah," said Chris. He took off his shoes and pulled down his pants and shorts. He glanced to his right and saw the bright pink, moist lips of the sergeant's pussy. Chris eagerly stood only to have his cock thud painfully into the underside of the table. He stepped back, careful to avoid splinters, and then positioned himself between Glasson's thighs. She locked her legs around his waist as Chris bent his stiff prick downward and eased its bulbous head into her eager pussy.

"Feels good doesn't it?" said Mary as she returned from her desk.

"It feels like a bowling ball moving through my cunt," gasped Glasson. Chris swung his hips in a nice and easy fuck stroke. He reached out and tweaked the sergeant's stiff nipples. She groaned and began to move her hips in little circles.

Mary moved to the table opposite Chris after she locked the office door. She gave him a sensuous smile and unbuttoned the jacket of her business suit. The soft grey color of her tailored clothing had a conservative look, but the cut of the material certainly wasn't conservative.

Although it didn't look tight, her clothing managed to show off her every curve. She draped her jacket over a chair and started on the buttons of her blouse. The sheer, clinging material accented her perfect breasts one second and served to hide them in the next instant. No wonder she's a successful businessperson, thought Chris. Any man that she dealt with would probably agree to anything she wanted.

Her blouse and skirt came off next. Mary put one hand to her hip and rubbed her tits through her bra with her other hand. She walked slowly around the table and stood so close to Chris that he could feel her moist, sweet breath and her breasts brushed his arm every time he stroked into the sergeant.

She ran a fingernail down his back, which made Chris shiver. "I can't wait until you're fucking me again," she whispered. Mary put her hand on Chris' shoulder and pulled herself up until she could run her the tip of her tongue around the shell of his ear.

Chris glanced down to see if the sergeant had noticed her niece's foreplay. But Glasson was past noticing anything. Her neck and breast were blushing red and her eyes had the dark, vacant look of a woman in constant orgasm. Chris doubled the speed of his fucking. He was pounding along for his own orgasm so hard that the heavy conference table was groaning and swaying in protest.

Chris felt the growing, aching pressure build in his groin and then he was blasting the sergeant's pussy with shot after shot of creamy cum. The stuff filled her cunt and then squirted out to cover Chris' cock and balls.

As Chris withdrew his cock from the sergeant's pussy even more cum spilled onto the table as his cock head sprang free. "You make such a wonderful mess," said Mary. She produced one of Torrid Video's omnipresent towels and began to clean the table and then Chris' cock.

Chris rested against the table. His well-muscled torso glistened with the sweat of his exertions. Between Mary's gentle ministrations and the fluffy softness of the towel, Chris' cock never had a chance to droop. Within a couple of minutes it was jutting into the air, ready to go again.

Glasson made her appearance back into the world of the fully conscious. She had the sleepy smile of a woman who has just been fucked beyond her own expectations. She joined Mary in caressing Chris' cock. "In your professional opinion, as to the state of male organs, how would rate this one?" asked Glasson as if she were in a courtroom.

"It's just fucking huge," said Mary as she leaned over and the cock in question and gave it a big sloppy kiss.

"Ah, technical jargon," laughed Glasson. "Well, you better take advantage of its steel like state before I decide to take another turn."

"Oh, no you don't," said Mary as she jumped on the table and threw her legs wide for Chris.

Chris was beginning to feel used as the ladies continued to talk about him, but not to him.

But his feelings were assuaged when he once again felt the hot, silky flesh of a tight pussy surround his cock. He established a good fuck stroke into Mary's pussy as Glasson lay next to her on the table. Glasson licked a finger and used it to stroke her niece's clit as she fastened her lips around one of Mary's stiff nipples. "Oh shit," Mary groaned, "you're gonna' make me cum so quick."

Glasson tilted her head enough to give Chris a conspiratorial wink. Chris grinned back. Apparently, the sergeant wasn't through with him yet. He didn't mind.


Heather paid off the cabbie and picked up her suitcase. She had been able to grab an early flight home, but Chris hadn't answered her call from the airport. Well, at least he's home now, thought Heather. His car was in the drive. She hoped that he wasn't boffing some young pussy in there. Not that it would matter. He could always get it up for her. But she didn't want to have to wait for him to fill her itching cunt.

She opened the front door and stepped into the foyer. She put down her bag and walked into the den. She could hear the television murmuring in there. Chris was on the couch, dead asleep. He looked so sweet with his face relaxed and his hands pillowing his head. Of course the angelic tableau was spoiled by the fact that he had an enormous erection tenting the front of his sweat pants.

Chris' eyes opened and focused on his mother. "Hi," he said sleepily. "I didn't know you were coming back today." He sat up and absently stroked his cock through his pants.

"I got an early flight," she said. "I tried to call from the airport."

Chris arose and padded in his bare feet over to his mom. "I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I slept through it." He swept his mother up in his arms. "Let me make it up to you."

Heather could feel his hard cock poking at her butt. "I might let you do that," she said with a smile. She loved the way the hard muscles of his body rippled against her as he carried her into her bedroom. It seemed like she hadn't seen a flat belly nor a full head of hair on a man since she'd left home.

"What have you been doing the last few days?" she asked as Chris stood her next to her bed. She began to slip from her traveling clothes.

"Let's see," he said. "I made a couple of porn tapes, helped the beautiful Sergeant Glasson with another case, fucked my brains out a couple of times, just the usual."

"That's nice, honey," she said as she pulled off her panties and lay back on her bed. Had he said something about porn tapes? Well, that didn't matter right now. His cock was long and thick and stiff and coming at her pussy. Right now, that was all that mattered.

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